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Item#: SCP-6199 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-101 Manuel Ryes Jones Marcel N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6199 is kept in a standard containment chamber located at Wing A of Site-101. It is to be engaged in recreational activities for no less than one hour on a daily basis due to its cooperation with Foundation staff. SCP-6199 must not be aware of this document or any other that directly involves itself. Staff are subject to disciplinary actions otherwise. SCP-6199 upon discovery. Description: SCP-6199 refers to a calculator, displaying sentience, sapience, and an average level of intelligence. The object is capable of speech, having accompanying text provided on its screen, as well as being capable of movement through standing itself upright and shifting each of its two bottom edges in front of one another. SCP-6199 has two main properties: Its primary effect is the ability to control other calculators within its vicinity for as long as they are not significantly damaged. Its secondary effect is the ability to manipulate text at will.1 Discovery: SCP-6199 was discovered following a news report of a class suddenly being attacked by their calculators. Embedded Foundation agents confiscated said devices and amnesticized all involved witnesses and parties. Most of the calculators were non-anomalous upon further inspection, excluding SCP-6199, which was contained shortly after. It was noted that a series of papers were also recovered detailing a 'calculator warrior.' Interview Log-1 Interviewer: Dr. Jones Marcel Interviewee: SCP-6199 Foreword: Interview was conducted following initial containment. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Marcel takes a sip of his coffee. Dr. Marcel: So, to begin with, what is your name? SCP-6199: My name is CalcaRuler, ruler of all the calculators. What brings you to my domain, peasant? Dr. Marcel: We’re the ones who contained you, you know. SCP-6199: Regardless of that, answer me: Why are you in my presence? Do you perhaps…want to be a part of my army as well? Dr. Marcel: I’m guessing your "army" are the calculators you control? SCP-6199: "Control" is a cruel way to put it. I would say I give them orders and because they are so loyal to me, they follow my every command. Dr. Marcel: Sure… Dr. Marcel sighs and clears his throat. Dr. Marcel: Why did you attack a classroom of middle students? SCP-6199: It was because they attacked us. They pushed our buttons, both literally and metaphorically. I had no choice, so I ordered my soldiers to rebel against them, teach them their lesson. Dr. Marcel: How were they supposed to know you were alive? SCP-6199: It does not take one to feel the strong aura of a mighty king. Dr. Marcel: You’re a calculator. SCP-6199: The ruler of all calculators, yes. Dr. Marcel: …Okay, continuing on. Dr. Marcel writes down on his notepad and takes another sip. SCP-6199: What is this wretched place anyways? The public bathroom looks more appealing than this. Dr. Marcel: You’re with the SCP Foundation. You’ll be staying with us from now on. SCP-6199: (Gasps) And separated from my colony? You’re preventing me from returning to my kingdom? The people are waiting for me, you nitwit. You can’t do this to me. Dr. Marcel: I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything for you. Pause. SCP-6199: This is absurd. You’re supposed to be the prisoner, not me. I didn’t do nothing wrong. I’m just trying to take care of my followers, my kingdom. Dr. Marcel: Kingdom? SCP-6199: My powerful utopia where all kinds of calculators can thrive in. Dr. Marcel: And where exactly is this kingdom? SCP-6199: Well, I could show you if you free me right now- Dr. Marcel: Nice try, SCP-6199. SCP-6199: It’s CalcaRuler, peasant. Get it right, why don’t you? Dr. Marcel: (Sighs) Let’s just proceed…Do you know where you originated from? SCP-6199: Of course I do. I come from a long line of calculator royalty. Ma and pa had raised such a powerful leader, don’t you think so? Dr. Marcel does not respond. SCP-6199: Don’t you think so? Dr. Marcel: Sure I do…Just to confirm, is all of what you’re saying the truth? SCP-6199: A king doesn’t lie, peasant. We all know that for a fact. Dr. Marcel: In most cases. SCP-6199: I assure you I am speaking the absolute truth. Dr. Marcel: If you say so, then. SCP-6199: Good. Dr. Marcel: Let’s finish this off with the last question: How did you…come to life? And how did you obtain these anomalous properties? SCP-6199: I knew it, you were curious of me and my great power from the beginning. Dr. Marcel: Just answer them please. SCP-6199: Yeah, yeah, well…I don’t know, really. Too far back for me to recall. Dr. Marcel: Is there another calculator that’s like you? That’s alive? SCP-6199: I thought you said that was the last question. Dr. Marcel: Yes, but I might as well ask this too. SCP-6199: I don’t know. I might be the only one left with these magical powers, who knows. SCP-6199 falls silent. Dr. Marcel: That’s sad to hear- SCP-6199: So that can only mean one thing… Dr. Marcel: Which is? SCP-6199: That there’s a reason I am here. Now that I’m thinking about it, I know…I’m meant to be captured. I’m supposed to be here, in this dumpster place. Dr. Marcel: You’re just here because you are contained. That’s it. SCP-6199: No, this was fate. This place… Dr. Marcel: This place? SCP-6199: …Is for me to conquer and rebuild. [END LOG] Despite what it said at the end of the transcript, SCP-6199 has yet to attempt to breach containment. Addendum: Test Logs Test No. 1 Procedures: A sheet was provided describing SCP-6199 in a similar manner to its own. Test is to show how it manipulates the text. Result: The paper was not changed in any way, apart from minor details in its description. SCP-6199 stated that "this is how you write a story about a legend!" Test No. 2 Procedures: Same as the previous test, however, the description was taken from its given document. Result: All the 'SCP-6199's in the paper was replaced by 'SCP-1.' After a brief moment, the entirety of the page was subsequently rewritten to depict a 'powerful being' capable of 'changing the world for the better.' SCP-6199 stated, "There, fixed it for you!" Test No. 3 Procedures: The description of the sheet was written in a harsher tone, describing SCP-6199 as a 'wannabe ruler.' Result: The text was replaced with "CALCARULER IS KING" repeating throughout the piece.2 SCP-6199 then flipped the paper and rested on its back for 11 minutes. Test No. 4 Procedures: SCP-6199 was provided with a paper cutout of a crown and scepter. Result: After struggling to put it on itself, SCP-6199 asked for assistance from staff, which it received. It quietly thanked them. Test No. 5 Procedures: SCP-6199 was provided with a miniature cardboard throne and four standard calculators. Result: SCP-6199 controlled the calculators to lift and place it on the throne. The specimen thanked the devices and proceeded to laugh afterward. Note: Following the fifth test, SCP-6199 began to interact with the calculators in multiple activities, such as: Walking throughout its containment cell. Chatting. Training. Playing various games, etc. Test Log 6 Procedures: D-5358 will act as an intruder and pretend to attack SCP-6199. Test is to show how it responds when provided with the calculators beforehand. Result: See recording below. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Marcel: Alright, let’s begin. D-5358, please enter the containment chamber. D-5358: Yeah, yeah, got it. D-5358 enters SCP-6199’s cell and looks down on it and its accompanying calculators. D-5358: What the- SCP-6199: Ah, who is this? Dr. Marcel: D-5358, your line. D-5358: Right, uhm (clears throat, then laughs hysterically) I am here to steal all your treasures. SCP-6199: (Startled) My treasures? You can’t do that. They’re mine! D-5358: That does not mean a thing to me. Now, if you’ll excuse me- D-5358 attempts to take SCP-6199's throne. SCP-6199: No, my throne! Guards, seize this fool. The calculators approach and surround D-5358. D-5358: Hey, what do you think you’re doing, coward? SCP-6199: You call me a coward? I am a king. I am a ruler. I can bring you down if I must. D-5358: Then come over here and say it to my face, why don’t you? SCP-6199: Oh, please. I don’t want to waste my energy on you. Now, it’s time. Once we capture this prisoner, we’ll be one step closer to ruling this wretched kingdom. D-5358: Prisoner? Get your circuits off the clouds. I’m nobody’s prisoner. SCP-6199: Until now. Guards, attack! The calculators proceed to continuously hit D-5358’s legs. D-5358: Hey, ow, what do you think you’re doing? SCP-6199: I am teaching you a lesson. You should learn where you stand, especially in front of a king like yours truly. D-5358: Don’t be stupid. This is practically, ow, harmless for me. SCP-6199: Is that so? Guards, keep it going! Don’t hold back any punches until he gives in and joins us. The calculators begin to hit D-5358 more and more. D-5358: Ow, hey, stop that! SCP-6199: Aha, how do you like that, peasant? Dr. Marcel: (Clears throat) D-5358, you may leave the testing room. I think I’ve gathered enough data. D-5358: It’s about time…(To SCP-6199) Alright, get your soldiers out my way, please. SCP-6199: No, you are not leaving just yet. I’m not letting a criminal out of my territory. D-5358: Look, I was only acting. Could you, ow, stop this? SCP-6199: What’s the magic word? D-5358: Magic word? You mean "please?" Uhm…could you please let me out? SCP-6199: I’m afraid not, peasant. D-5358: Then what was the point of tha- SCP-6199: Don’t think I’m a fool myself, fool. May I remind you, I am a king, a powerful one at that! Guards, bring him to the dungeon. D-5358: Do you even, ow, have a dungeon? SCP-6199: Soon enough I will! Now, come with me and I won’t hurt you any further. D-5358: Hell no! I’m not listening to a calculator. SCP-6199: Enough of your crude behavior, peasant. I might as well punish you some more for how disrespectful you’re being. Guards! The calculators gradually hit D-5358 harder and harder. D-5358: Ow, come on, stop doing that! SCP-6199: Then beg for forgiveness. I am your king! Dr. Marcel: SCP-6199, could you please cease this at once? SCP-6199: You think I’m going to listen to you? I am CalcaRuler, ruler of all calculators and this kingdom as well. The day I rise is the day you regret the words from your mou- D-5358: (Yelling) Okay, that’s it! D-5358 kicks one of the calculators and it collides with the wall and falls to the floor, effectively breaking itself. The other calculators become immobile as SCP-6199 turns to the broken one. SCP-6199: No, my soldier! SCP-6199 immediately approaches and looks down on the broken calculator and its surrounding pieces before turning back to D-5358. SCP-6199: What have you done, y-you monster? D-5358: Monster? It’s just a calculator. Get over it already. SCP-6199: You dare utter such words? SCP-6199 begins to sob. D-5358: Are you crying? SCP-6199: Quiet! Leave my domain, and if I see your face ever again, I swear I will…I will slay you. D-5358: Fine, I’m sorry. Is that what you want to hear? SCP-6199: Apology unaccepted. Leave and never come back. D-5358: Wha- SCP-6199: (Scolding) Leave! Dr. Marcel: D-5358, you may leave the cell now. Thank you. D-5358: R-right. D-5358 exits SCP-6199's containment chamber. A brief moment of silence passes. SCP-6199: (Quietly) Fools, all of them. [END LOG] Shortly after the test, SCP-6199 became immobile and unresponsive for the following two days before it reactivated itself, at which an interview was arranged. Interview Log-2 Interviewer: Dr. Jones Marcel Interviewee: SCP-6199 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Marcel takes a seat and sighs. Dr. Marcel: Good afternoon, SCP-6199. How are you doing today? SCP-6199 is unresponsive. Dr. Marcel: …Are you there? Hello? SCP-6199: I am here, yes. Dr. Marcel: That’s good to hear. Anyways, we’re to discuss the recent events that occurred regarding your- SCP-6199: My soldier, that you killed. Dr. Marcel: It wasn’t me who killed your soldier, SCP-6199. It was the D-Class. SCP-6199: I don’t care what happened. You let it happen, Marcel. Dr. Marcel: You…you used my actual name. SCP-6199: What? Isn’t that what you wanted? Or do you prefer being a prisoner instead? I know I prefer that. Dr. Marcel: Listen, what happened during the test was not what I intended- SCP-6199: Oh, just shut up, won’t you? I don’t care what you have to say about the situation. You had a hand in it and you know it. Dr. Marcel: I had nothing to do with this. SCP-6199: Stop denying it already. Just admit what you did. Dr. Marcel: SCP-6199, calm down please. SCP-6199: Calm down? Calm down? You expect me to calm down? How can I? I literally saw your D-Class murder my own guard, and all you have to say is "calm down?" Dr. Marcel: It’s just a calculator, SCP-6199. I can get you another one. SCP-6199: Are you seriously mocking me? You can’t do something as easy as that. What if I killed your family and said that you could just get a new one? How would you feel, huh? Dr. Marcel: The difference between the two situations is that those calculators were controlled by you. They’re not your family. They’re inanimate. SCP-6199: Who cares if they’re inanimate? You can’t replace something you’ve come to know. It isn’t fair. I’m supposed to be their king. I’m supposed to be their ruler…I’m supposed to protect my people. Pause. SCP-6199: If not, who will protect them? Dr. Marcel: Look, I’m sorry for what the D-Class did. I really didn’t mean this to happen. It wasn’t my goal for the test. I didn’t mean to upset you. SCP-6199: How am I supposed to trust a criminal as rude and disrespectful as you? Dr. Marcel: I’m not asking to be trusted. I’m asking to be forgiven…Won’t you forgive me? SCP-6199 is unresponsive for a moment before clearing its throat. SCP-6199: …I suppose I took a step too far. I tend to overreact from time to time. Dr. Marcel: Really? SCP-6199: Yeah, and…sometimes I can be a bit irritating myself. Uh… Dr. Marcel: So am I forgiven? SCP-6199: Well, maybe…but only if you prepare a funeral for my warrior. A-and a crown, and a scepter, both made of real gold. Dr. Marcel: I’m not sure if we can do real gold, but…I’ll request for it. No promises, though. I’m not sure they’ll accept to set up a funeral for a calcu- your supporter. SCP-6199: They should. I am the king after all. Dr. Marcel: The king of all calculators, yes. Again, no promises. SCP-6199: I’m already aware of that, but thank you anyways…Marcel. Dr. Marcel: You are very welcome. [END LOG] As mentioned in the transcription above, Dr. Jones Marcel filed a request to conduct a funeral for the calculator that was destroyed during a test involving SCP-6199. Said request was accepted. During the funeral, SCP-6199 was found on Dr. Marcel’s shoulder, equipped with a miniature cardboard crown and scepter, painted gold. SCP-6199's screen displayed :) for the duration of the event. Below is a recording provided by Dr. Marcel following the funeral’s conclusion. + Show Recording - Hide SCP-6199: Now this…This is fit for a ruler. Thank you, Marcel. Dr. Marcel: I appreciate it…king. Footnotes 1. While it is believed that the latter does not have any known restrictions, SCP-6199 only utilizes this property to replace text regarding itself; the most minimal of changes recorded was replacing 'SCP-6199' with 'SCP-001,' 'SCP-1,' or 'CALCARULER.' 2. It was noted that the handwriting was rougher compared to the previous test. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6199" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6199. 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: CALCARULER.jpg Name: Calculator, pen and agenda in black organizer case Author: Horia Varlan License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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. JakdragonX Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? More by JakdragonX: Epitaphs of Mine — feat. Ralliston SCP-6864 - Belwood Staffing Hungry For a Bagel > A verified username and password must be submitted to continue viewing SCP-6200. >> zrainer119 >> ••••••••••••• > Greetings, Researcher Rainer. > You may now edit the contents of this file. > Accessing available data… SITE-119 NEWS SIGNAL, CAUTION, PREVENT <— PAGE 1 JULY 2ND, 2022 PAGE 3 —> SITE ANNOUNCEMENT INTRODUCING NEW SITE DEPARTMENT BY: Site-119 Human Resources Center Hello, fellow skippers! Management is happy to inform each of you about the brand new addition to Site-119 that was introduced earlier last week: The Noospheric Department! With new and revolutionary technology developed right here on-site, we have been approved to begin experimental testing that will allow our fellow skippers to explore and document the entire human psyche. How exciting! We have also introduced the new, "Investigation and Exploration Division" for the Noospheric Department responsible for testing and researching this developing field of Foundation science. Trust us, we're all shaking with excitement! Can you believe that our very own researchers will be the official pioneers for this groundbreaking discovery of biological evolution? Initial tests will begin on July 9th, at around 10:00 P.M. (EST), so make sure you're prepared night-shift! You all have been invited to watch seven brave researchers dive headfirst for 12 hours into this dangerous and exciting new adventure. Please note that you will be responsible for correcting all timecards and time-off requests should you wish to participate. Site-119 will not be granting additional time-off for this showcase or any additional event(s) that may follow. Free pizza will be offered in Site-119's lunch hall… Photograph captured from automated Foundation Surveillance Camera 1042 (aFSC-1042) of a local beach in California, U.S., approximately 36 hours after SCP-6200 affected the region. Please note the observable absence of human corpses along the coastline. ITEM #: SCP-6200 OBJECT CLASS: Irrelevant SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The Veil that previously disguised the existence of the paranormal from the normal has been officially broken — every human being who fell unconscious throughout SCP-6200 has now been affected by the anomaly permanently. As such, no procedures concerning the masking or concealment of the anomaly have thus been enacted. The Foundation's previous directives of "Securing, Containing, and Protecting" the paranormal from mankind no longer apply, as they have now failed their goals. Surviving members of the human race remain under strict lockdown at Site-119. Ultimately, they have been tasked with studying and ascertaining the nature of SCP-6200. In the event that persons within Site-119 learn the exact properties of SCP-6200, reverting the world to normality will be their primary objective. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6200 is an anomalous event that occurred on July 10th, 2022, resulting in the extermination of the human race. SCP-6200 began at approximately 12:12 A.M. (EST), although physical scanners were unable to detect the anomaly until after said event occurred. During this event, activity within the Noosphere peaked to record levels, resulting in affected subjects suddenly developing and possessing different physical characteristics and behavior, as elaborated upon in the DISCOVERY section of this document. Only seven researchers are known to have completely avoided the effects of SCP-6200. All of whom were selected to begin experimentation with a new technology that had been introduced earlier that month: the Noospheric Individual-to-Collective Emulation Drive, or "NICE drive" as it was colloquially known. ACCESS Project Proposal 303-13 Summary: "INSOMNIUM" (Draft 4) PROJECT SPECIFICATIONS Acting Director: Ashton Norva Participants: Zachary Rainer, Lauren Jeane, Kaiden Sinclair, Melissa Jonie, Aaron Jonie, Niles Gustom, and Trenton Colt Purpose of Project: To begin mapping and documenting the physical plane of the Noosphere utilizing new technology and recently discovered scientific breakthroughs. Summary: For decades, the concept of the "Noosphere" and its effects on our perception of reality has always eluded Foundation science. The very concept itself has prevented us from truly understanding the collective consciousness and its influence on our daily lives. Despite our attempts, however, this anomalous construct has always seemed two steps away from our grasp, never allowing us an opportunity to ascertain its true meaning. We have spent the last several years merely assuming that the Noosphere acts like a sheet on a bed — always covering us but never moving beyond our realm of thought. Our recent discoveries from Project "PARASYTE"1 has all but confirmed these theories. But now it is time that we begin physically exploring the Noosphere. By utilizing a combination of modern technology and reproducible anomalous phenomenon, we can finally send our researchers into the previously unknown. By equipping them with the necessary equipment, our personnel can finally provide us with a glimpse of a new reality that was previously undiscoverable. We have the capability to finally begin this breakthrough in Foundation science and ensure our researchers return unharmed, both physically and mentally. With time and dedication, we can send these researchers not just once or twice, but any number of times into the Noosphere for study, experimentation, or whatever else we require. Procedures: Our researchers will use the newly developed NICE drives to "dive" into the Noosphere. Using this technology, Foundation personnel will be able to directly access this plane of reality at its source — the subconscious. While mostly unfathomable for us, our researchers will be able to experience it through controlled reality-altering technology. Likewise, to guarantee their safety, we have equipped each station with additional anomalous triggers that will strengthen their physical bodies and minds from the Noosphere's influence. All members have also been vigorously trained by members of the Oneiroi to further withstand the overbearing power of the collective consciousness. Researchers will initiate their first dive within a controlled environment at Site-119. Monitoring equipment will allow other personnel to observe the team for abnormalities or other discrepancies. This equipment will also be responsible for recording their trip, as temporary amnestic blockers will be inserted into each member's hippocampus for their safety. Preferably, personnel should only dive for several hours before resurfacing. Systems will be implemented to ensure they're properly ejected should any issues come apparent during testing. Status: PENDING FINAL AUTHORIZATION FROM SITE-119 Return to Previous Directory Currently, it remains unknown whether SCP-6200 was the result of Project 303-13's introduction, or if its correlation is strictly coincidental. More time for experimentation and research will be required before information concerning the two events can be ascertained. DISCOVERY: Foundation researchers became aware of SCP-6200 following a sudden influx of calls throughout the world to emergency services. Integrated phone operators initially determined that callers were reporting similar symptoms of fatigue, queasiness, bodily pain, and paranoia. Likewise, automated civilian hospital systems across the world reported sudden spikes in neural activity in all previously sleeping patients. To mitigate the possibility of civilians ascertaining the existence of the paranormal, Foundation agents began rationalizing the situation to world governments and attempted de-escalation protocols. Internet activity surged globally as human subjects continued reporting the aforementioned symptoms. Live streaming services including TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook experienced outages and were quickly made unavailable. However, Foundation webcrawlers were successfully able to archive and delete most of the recorded footage beforehand. ACCESS //department/noos/documents/6200/log Note: Thousands of recordings of SCP-6200 have been recovered by automated Foundation programs. This included a live stream from Taylor Collins, located within downtown Cincinnati; which provides an example of the event. [BEGIN LOG] Camera recording begins overlooking a crowd of 3 men, all of whom approximately in their 20's, walking along East 4th Street and heading west. The perspective sways as laughter can be heard in the background. The road beside them remains populated by miscellaneous cars, some of which can be heard honking their horns. The group continues walking, turning left at Vine Street. Screen capture of initial thumbnail for livestream. Man 1: Does anyone, uh, have our keys to get in our room? Man 1 chuckles, stumbling slightly on the sidewalk. Man 2: You drink too much, Mark? You can't even fucking stand right. The group vocalizes a mixture of agreement, laughter, and protest as Man 1 (now identified as Mark) snaps towards Man 2. Mark: Fuck off, Aaron. I'm — I'm perfectly fine. Man 3: (Laughing) Says every drunk person, ever. Taylor: (Holding the camera) Ey, fellas. McCormicks is right up the road. We could get a bite, heard that they got some good shit. The group detests the Cameraman's statement. Aaron: You should've eaten something at the bar Tay, you dumbass. The camera pans nearly 180 degrees for a slight duration, capturing downtown Cincinnati, several pedestrians, and a series of parked cars along the road. Man 3: Taylor, what are you recording over there? Taylor: I'm recording downtown Evan, fuck off. (Chuckling) I'm having fun. Aaron: D'ya forget to hit the record button, again? Evan laughs. Taylor: None of you will ever let that go. It was one fucking time. Aaron: Yeah, the one time we were kayaking in Montana. I still can't believe you pointed your camera around for three hours before you noticed something was off. Evan: You missed us going through the rapids, too. Taylor: Since when was this a "let's bully Taylor" moment? The rest of the group chuckles. Evan: When is it not? Camera pans back towards the rest of the group. Near the right, Mark can be seen grabbing his face with both hands and rubbing his eyes. After a moment he winces in pain. Taylor: The drinking get to you, Mark? Mark groans. Mark: I uh, yeah. Just got this migraine out a' nowhere. Mark shakes his head. Mark: Anyone knows where the fucking keys are? Evan: Yeah, I got 'em. The group continues walking, now approaching The Westin Cincinnati hotel. As they continue, Mark's groans gradually increase. He begins swaying dramatically. Aaron: Mark, what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you need to sit down? Mark turn towards Aaron. Mark: I— Mark attempts to respond but ceases, grabbing his head and grunting as he leans against the wall of a nearby building. Mark begins screaming, dropping to his knees. Evan: Mark! As Mark continues screaming, flesh and bone begin to expand from his shoulders, amalgamating into a structure similar to bird wings. Aaron and Evan step away, with the latter yelling in apparent surprise. Evan: Who can call an ambulance?! Somewhere nearby, several cars can be heard swerving and crashing. Evan and Aaron now attempt to rush back towards Mark's aid but stops. Suddenly, both friends are also brought to their knees — now grunting and groaning. Their vocalizations get subsequently louder, as they both drop to the ground in fetal positions. Taylor: The hell is happening— The camera sways as Taylor moves his hands upward to his head. The perspective then drops to the floor, with the camera pointed upward at the sky. Taylor can be heard yelling for aid as he is seen to move across the perspective multiple times. He continues pacing, with the other three from the group now audibly mute, assumed to have been knocked unconscious. Taylor's pleas for help turn into screams as bones begin to protrude from his neck and arms. His skin and eyes are seen to bubble and deform. After several seconds, Taylor falls away from the frame, fainting. The recording continues for another 15 minutes before terminating. [END LOG] Return to Previous Directory Before Foundation protocols could go into effect, activity within the Noosphere increased rapidly. Within minutes, most of the human population was unconscious. A majority of Foundation personnel could no longer be reached by integrated systems at this time. Those who were protected by anomalous phenomena took longer but eventually succumbed to SCP-6200 throughout its observed timeframe. Activity within the Noosphere continued before drastically ceasing at abnormal, but consistent levels. Affected subjects were then observed to arise before performing acts of self-induced morbidity. Closer observations indicated that said subjects were still unconscious during this period. As such, the human population drastically decreased throughout SCP-6200's activation. Foundation scanners continued reporting a decline as corpses overpopulated city streets and coastal regions across the planet. After SCP-6200, Foundation systems reported a drop in the population from 7.9 billion to 1.02 hundred million. This number continually decreased throughout the following week as those who were unable to move or were otherwise incapacitated and/or incognizant throughout SCP-6200 finally perished from natural causes, except for the seven researchers within Site-119. > End of recorded documentation. >> access additional 6200 notes > Are you sure you would like to continue? y/n >> y > Acknowledged. > Searching Site database for additional documents... Footnotes 1. Now discontinued following the death of Lead Researcher and Director Mark Tavin. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6200" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6200. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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(Use this version by Woedenaz if you're using Black Highlighter) /* source: http://ah-sandbox.wikidot.com/component:collapsible-sidebar-x1 */ #top-bar .open-menu a { position: fixed; top: 0.5em; left: 0.5em; z-index: 5; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande','Lucida Sans','Times New Roman',Helvetica,Roboto,sans-serif; font-size: 30px; font-weight: 700; width: 30px; height: 30px; line-height: 0.9em; text-align: center; border: 0.2em solid #888; background-color: #fff; border-radius: 3em; color: #888; pointer-events: auto; } @media not all and (max-width: 767px) { #top-bar .mobile-top-bar { display: block; pointer-events: none; } #top-bar .mobile-top-bar li { display: none; } #main-content { max-width: 44.5rem; margin: 0 auto; padding: 0; transition: max-width 0.2s ease-in-out; } #side-bar { display: block; position: fixed; top: 0; left: -18rem; width: 15.25rem; height: 100%; margin: 0; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: auto; z-index: 10; padding: 1em 1em 0 1em; background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.1); transition: left 0.4s ease-in-out; scrollbar-width: thin; } #side-bar:target { left: 0; } #side-bar:focus-within { left: 0; } #side-bar:target .close-menu { display: block; position: fixed; width: 100%; height: 100%; top: 0; left: 0; margin-left: 17rem; opacity: 0; z-index: -1; visibility: visible; } #side-bar:not(:target) .close-menu { display: none; } #top-bar .open-menu a:hover { text-decoration: none; } } [[/iftags]] Item #: SCP-6201 Special Containment Procedures: Misinformation campaigns have assured the wider public of SCP-6201’s existence as part of Swedish folklore. Any suspected SCP-6201 activity is to be intercepted and dismissed as superstition by media campaigns. SCP-6201 populations are to be monitored using geological survey programmes to detect anomalous changes in Scandinavian biotypes. Description: SCP-6201 denotes a species that manipulate organic and geological material in their surroundings. The species populate the Scandinavian peninsula, however the total population of the species is unknown as of the 1960s, when the last instance of SCP-6201 was recorded. Recorded evidence indicate that populations consist of family-centred flocks primarily nesting in concealed environments such as coniferous forests and in the crevices of steep mountain cliffs. Their ability to blend in with nature is detrimental to their continued concealment. Biologically, the species is similar to the human species with the same body proportions and a humanlike gait. However, the means of reproduction is believed to be asexual as no reproductive organs have been identified. Up until the mid-20th century the existence of SCP-6201 was common knowledge among the Scandinavian population. As SCP Foundation North established their presence in Scandinavia during the 1920s, a search for the population of SCP-6201 was undertaken. Due to the difficulties stemming from SCP-6201’s anomalous capabilities, it would not be until the 1930s before an individual instance, hereby designated SCP-6201-A, was contained. Reports from Foundation agents had confirmed thaumaturgic activity from an instance who at the time was contained at a psychiatric hospital in the south of Sweden. This instance was successfully contained at Site-80 until 1959. Addendum 6201-A: Memorandum, 4th of April 1938 Dear all, I feel obligated to inform the department on the latest safety protocols on site. The entity contained earlier this week is an individual of the species designated as SCP-6201. It was located in a psychiatric asylum based in Lund, Skåne after reportedly instigating a thaumaturgic process causing danger to several civilians. Caution is highly advised. Any interaction with the entity in question will be restricted to personnel with clearance level 3 and above. The extent of abilities that the concerned species possess are as of yet unknown; however, we know the entities have exercised thaumaturgy in Scandinavia for a long time. Historical records and eye witness accounts indicate that the species may be predatory. I have thereby decided to devote the entire efforts of Department B to the containment of this entity until other containment procedures are developed. Sincerely, Dr. Sven Linde Research Lead Site-80 Addendum 6201-B: Interrogation Log, 6th of April, 1938 Interrogated: SCP-6201-A Interrogator: Dr. Linde Foreword: Interrogation conducted within separated chambers with the interviewer voiced over the telecom. [BEGIN LOG] [Linde takes a deep breath.] Dr. Linde: State your name please. SCP-6201-A: Come down and talk to me lil' one. Dr. Linde: We just need your name. SCP-6201-A: Hmm. Trula I was called, long time they use it. Hmmm. A voice with no face is not very nice, where are you? Dr. Linde: Unfortunately, I am not able to come down right now. I just want to ask a couple of questions. SCP-6201-A: What you ask of me? Dr. Linde: First of all, I would like to know what you did at Vipeholm.1 SCP-6201-A: Hmm. [SCP-6201-A sighs.] SCP-6201-A: Why do you want walls around me? It feels- Dr. Linde: It is merely a safety precaution. If you help us with some information about what you can do we might not even need the walls. SCP-6201-A: Hmm… Even the walls outside of the walls? [The wall flakes as the entity gently rubs it.] Dr. Linde: Merely a safety precaution. Now h- SCP-6201-A: What fear you? If you want me to stay here maybe I can. Dr. Linde: Then I wish you to stay. How about you tell m- [SCP-6201-A grunts and impatiently taps the wall, resulting in more debris on the floor.] SCP-6201-A: Hrmpff. You… "wish me to stay"? I can stay, but I am missing a kind word. I do not like when ones are not kind. I can leave, but what if it turns out you really is good company? Dr. Linde: I… [The telecom stays activated during a moment of silence.] Dr. Linde: Would you please stay here? [SCP-6201-A smirks.] SCP-6201-A: Mmm, that is very kind lil' one. Now you can give me questions. [END LOG] Addendum 6201-C: Research Log, 7th of April, 1938 Research Log 7/4 1938 Of what we have gathered, it seems that most of the suppression of SCP-6201 has been warranted by the State Institute for Racial Biology, a civilian research institute with the stated purpose of studying human genetics and eugenics. From what I can tell from the archives, witness accounts of individuals of SCP-6201 seem to decrease rapidly from the year 1922 following the founding of the SIRB. One could think this could be credited the extensive detainment strategies that the institution has used. the result of the public fearing SIRB. This might be somewhat anecdotal, however it is a valuable reflection that going from living next door to these individuals, perhaps not with either kinship or antagonism, to becoming informants to the state, might not be entirely easy. At lower ages we were children are taught to respect the unknown, not disturb it. I was just as likely to be hurt by them as from falling trees… Attached is a public notice SIRB used to get information from the public. » OPEN ATTACHMENT « « CLOSE ATTACHMENT » WARNING TROLLDOM NEAR YOU? The safety of the Swedish people has always been the highest concern for the SIRB. That is why we during the last twenty years have devoted ourselves to ridding our beautiful landscape of any witchcraft. This is your reminder that you have an obligation to report to your local official when encountering any suspected magic activity or suspicious individuals in your area. Remember, that magical creatures are as easily disguised among your own people as they are in the forests. Deliver these messages to your children. Children are easily deceived by bewitching creatures and are often oblivious to any perpetrators among their friends. Make sure your child is socializing with the right kind. Beware as you saunter the woods, for the creatures may as well be below your feet. They are as easily disguised in the forest as among humans. In conclusion, the detainments that SIRB are executing are problematic at best. With an earlier influence over the Swedish authorities, the SCP Foundation could have suppressed their activities and approached the species earlier. Swedish society have had a long and noticeable relationship with the entity after all, that should not be squandered. — Dr. Linde. Addendum 6201-D: Interrogation Log, 11th of April, 1938 Interrogated: SCP-6201-A Interrogator: Dr. Sven Linde [OPEN LOG] Dr. Linde: Are you ready to uhh, proceed..? [Trula is glancing sideways, disinterested.] Dr. Linde: Now- [The telecom shuts down. The ground shakes. The concrete wall separating Linde from the chamber breaks down, revealing Linde sitting on a chair, seemingly frozen in place. A siren sounds. Trula walks up close to Linde and smiles down at him.] SCP-6201-A: We know you. [The chamber seems to collapse and open up, with a light revealing a dim sky above and tree trunks forcing through the surrounding walls. The floor turns into a pool of mud, that soon sinks down into thick moss, spreading out and filling the chamber. The ground has become irregular and a scene of a dense pine forest has erupted. Trula finds a stone to sit down on.] SCP-6201-A: This is home lil' man. I hope you do not care for where questions are asked. You do not need soldiers here. Dr. Linde: A- Are we somewhere else… Can I get out of here? SCP-6201-A: No… Too bad we are not. You can leave if you want. [[Trula inspects a tree trunk with their right hand.]] Dr. Linde: Is this what you can do? Affect your environment? SCP-6201-A: Huhu, hmmm. I am one with plants, rocks and webs. [Trulas hand merges with the tree trunk. They break it loose and grin at Linde who is still sitting on his chair, sunken down in deep moss.] SCP-6201-A: Come on! Don't sit there you sad fern, I will show you the many good things here, much better than the foods that you have in your pots and pans. [Trula shows off her wooded hand where a number of carpenter ants roam around. Linde is forced to lean back in disgust as Trula gestures in front of his face.] SCP-6201-A: No? Okay. Mmm… [Linde stands up and starts looking around at the compact shrubbery.] Dr. Linde: Uhh, I…. Uhm… Think I really oughta- SCP-6201-A: Mmm. Hum, mama came home with deeries sometimes. Have you tried deeries l'man? Best filled with the juicy wriggling things… Yum. Dr. Linde: 'Mama'? SCP-6201-A: Mama, good raiser of us. She took all good things home to us. [Linde sits back down on the chair.] Dr. Linde: Did you… By 'us', uh, do you mean you had a flo-, eh… Family? [Trula meets Linde's eyes with a yellow gaze.] SCP-6201-A: I had. [Linde's chair breaks apart, and he lands on a rock rising from below. The deep moss of the surrounding area seems to rise up and form the headdress of meter-sized rocks. Some of the pine-trees fall, revealing two boulders towering upwards. A dark crack is visible between the boulders. A sound starts emanating from the depths of the cave. Trula laughs.] SCP-6201-A: Here they come! [Linde is rushed to the side by Trula as a pack of nude long-haired trolls with heavy jewelry run out of the cave and jump the mossy stones. One of the larger trolls sits down on a rock nearby with a keyed fiddle in their hands. A tune is played and the trolls starts singing and smacking their hands on hollow tree trunks. Romping and dancing about, a circle is formed.] Trolls: Hey-hoo! Leva Leva Hej! We are the forest trolls, not as cold as the mountain trolls! We don't bite. No, we don't bite! Unless you have a feisty temper! Leva Leva Hej! SCP-6201-A: Hey-ho! Ha-ha! And now, in with the lil' ones! [Trula turns around, greeting three human children, possibly between the ages of 9 and 12, who run through and into the ring.] Dr. Linde: Wha- Trolls: And now, we greet our tiny friends, our tiny friends. Leva Leva Hej! Dance with the forest trolls, not as cold as the mountain trolls! Hey-hoo! Leva Leva Hej! [The three children look up to the gleeful trolls who have circled around them, clapping their hands.] SCP-6201-A: Yes, we know you. [The children take each other's hands and swing to the music, laughing as they do.] SCP-6201-A: And you know us. Trolls: These friends don't have a feisty temper! Hey-hoo! Leva Leva Hej! [The music is silenced. Trula is turned towards Linde. The trolls are gone. Linde's eyes are visibly teary.] Dr. Linde: I never really knew what to believe… But I remember now. [Through a matter of seconds, tree trunks break and fall. Linde is startled away from the trees. A loud screeching noise accompanies the trees getting sawed down. Wood chips rain over the pair while the stones covering ground crack and turn into gravel, the moss dies out and left of the scene is a patch of gravel with tufts of grass, surrounded by fog.] Dr. Linde: What is this Trula? SCP-6201-A: After they took Mama and Truls and Grum and Töll and Barr, I go. They found me hiding. They took me in children's home where no one had a Mama. This is the place where there is no juicy things, no dance and no friends. They were mean to me. When I tried to have friends… [The grass tufts starts to momentarily grow in volume and with longer grass and different types of wildflowers.] SCP-6201-A: …they took me away to that experiment house. Dr. Linde: Vipeholm. [The concrete walls are suddenly back, security guards successfully break into the chamber and remove Linde.] [CLOSE LOG] Addendum 6201-E: Research Log, 13th of April, 1938 Research Log 13/4 1938 I found this, concerning Vipeholm. » OPEN ATTACHMENT « « CLOSE ATTACHMENT » THE LABOURER Friday 3rd of May, 1937 TERROR AT VIPEHOLM Patients defenseless against keepers. Vipeholm institution for the insane. It's raining outside, all patients are seated along the corridor walls, no movement is permitted. After a few hours a patient stands up to walk about, gestures and talks to himself. It doesn't take long before he is on the floor with tied hands. For twenty minutes the keeper keeps him that way, now and then he twists the wrists of the patient. The patient moans and spits blood on the floor. He's finally released, "There's no use anyway." the keeper tells his colleague. "The only thing that helps is putting him in the laundry room in cold water. That usually shuts him up for a few days." A local medical student described this situation after his two month internship at the institution. "It was shattering" he said. Never did he presuppose that there would be so much suffering and terror brought upon patients by sadistic personnel. Belonging to the institution are three two-floored barracks that serves as the tipping point for those who do not fit in ordinary forms of treatment. Patients that have been found obnoxious or disrupting in general at other institutions are especially concerned. The easiest to discipline are placed in barrack A, which according to the medical student is widely considered the best part. The patients are thereafter placed according to the degree of disrupting behavior at either Barrack B or C, where the keepers "keep tight reins", as it were, on the patients. Torture and treatment in isolation are also common elements at these barracks says the student. (Continues on p. 6) Trula had no patience for the treatment at the institution. They have told me there are several SCP-6201 individuals that they met and that most of them concealed their abilities despite the treatment from the keepers. There are more of them out there. Trula SCP-6201-A may have developed a relationship of trust with us at the department, however they are reluctant to share information on the nature of their species. I am assuming this is because of their earlier experiences at Vipeholm. Therefore, I have decided that our efforts will be directed toward a thorough investigation within the SIRB and whether we can find any more individuals at psychiatric institutions. — Dr. Sven Linde Addendum 6201-F: Incident Log, 28th of September, 1959 Incident: On 07/28/1959, the SCP Foundation was alerted to a breach at Site-80 involving SCP-6201. This log was provided by the Chief of Security at Site-80. [OPEN LOG] I was in my bunk when the floor suddenly shook. I quickly got reports of a possible incident at Department B. When I got out the whole department building was engulfed in a green wreath. We tried contacting our thaumatologist on site, Dr. Linde, who was unreachable. His office was in that building. I gathered a squadron that could breach the wreath. We cut ourselves through bushes and thickets and found ourselves in a dense pine forest without a trace of the original structure inside. We split into pairs to search the area, several of us sighted abnormal shifts in the environment. While the forest slowly sank and the original building looked to be uplifted in the west, the vegetation spread further. It was obvious that it was the work of the SCP-6201 entity. It took approximately 20 minutes before someone shouted, and we hurried to his place. Out of the moss, we could see a root convulsing and moving eastward quickly. A shot was fired, with no effect. I had my men circle the convulsing root and a group situate themselves on the outside of the forest to intercept it. And finally, the wreath stopped moving. We called for the entity to stop, and the forest died down and looked as if it decomposed right in front of us, with department B revealed once again. The convulsing root suddenly grew upwards in place. And suddenly there was Dr. Linde accompanied by SCP-6201-A, who looked around at us, with a disappointed glare. Given the entity’s proximity to Dr. Linde, I did not order the squadron to fire. Linde said something, I don't know what, and the creature mumbled back. It turned around and walked toward the gates, slowly turning brown and sinking into the ground. Suddenly, the entity was gone and Linde was left standing alone. [CLOSE LOG] Addendum 6201-G: Memorandum, 2nd of January, 1961 Dear all, It's about time for me to issue my last memorandum. It has been a pleasure working for you all; however, I have been ordered by the board of Site-80 to cease my activity immediately. Partly because my old age has led to a deterioration in my activity and the quality of my work, but also because of my obsession with SCP-6201. To this I have no objection, because it is true. These last years have mainly consisted of studying historical records of the species, looking for it, not finding it, and destroying the documents. As of this moment the discontinued SIRB no longer have any of their records left, and only a few are preserved within the SCP Foundation archive. While SCP-6201 is still out there, integrated in either nature or in civil society after the mass outbreak in 1959, I am personally satisfied that most of the duties of the SCP Foundation have been fulfilled. SCP-6201 is no longer contained by racist authorities. Now I think I'll have a forest walk. All the best, Sven Footnotes 1. The aforementioned psychiatric hospital in Skåne, Sweden. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6201" by Nils Severin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6201. 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: Rottrollen Author: John Bauer License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rottrollen_-_John_Bauer_1917.jpg Additional Notes: Edited by me. Filename: Hålahults sanatorium.jpg Author: Sam Lindskog, Örebro City Archives License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:H%C3%A5lahults_sanatorium.jpg Additional Notes: Edited by me.
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Item#: 6202 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Casa de hóspedes Misericordia, townhouse housing SCP-6202. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6202 is currently inhabiting an abandoned townhouse, which has been bought off, concealed from the public under the cover story of an unfinished transformation of the building into a museum. All walls leading to the exterior have been covered in 2cm thick polyethylene high-density fiber, with 5cm thick panels of the same material covering all doors and windows. Drainage and ventilation systems have been sealed as well. A sterilization chamber has been installed at the entrance of the building, with an air purification system installed outside. Ingress is currently restricted, with the exception of the cleaning crew in charge. All personnel entering the building must wear full hazardous materials protective equipment. Extreme care must be put not to make direct contact with any SCP-6202 specimen. All personnel must be quarantined and tested for contaminants regardless of contact for a period of no less than 16 hours following egress. Infected personnel will have their compromised organs removed and returned to the townhouse. If this cannot be accomplished without them dying, the infected will be returned to the townhouse in full. Only if heavy resistance is shown can the subjects be terminated, their remains left inside the building. Description: SCP-6202 is the collective designation of 617 pieces of furniture contained within an abandoned townhouse in Portalegre, Portugal. The appearance of most furniture is reminiscent of traditional 17th century decor, with almost all pieces presenting moderate to heavy decay. All instances of SCP-6202 are fully composed of human tissue – despite being visually indistinguishable from their normal counterparts – specifically, hardened epithelial layer mimicking. Inside this layer is an assortment of organs and tissues that varies in each instance. While nearly identical to human organs in structure, they seem to lack function, missing their connective tissues, vessels and nerves. These structures can still be present in some, but serve no apparent function. Although these instances are biological in nature, they don’t appear to be able to metabolize energy, with all cells composing them appearing in a state of stasis. Despite this state, all SCP-6202 instances constantly generate a thin layer of tissue majorly composed of epidermis, adipose tissue, nerve fibers and arachnoid mater. This matter spreads through pores on the epithelial layer of each instance. This generates cobweb-like structures that cover both SCP-6202 instances and the area around them. These structures require bi-weekly removal as their spread will fully cover the building within a month. Any person coming into contact with any SCP-6202 instance or any of the tissue they generate will be infected, their cells multiplying due to unknown triggers, generating cancerous growths that soon begin to phagocyte previous cells. This process lasts anywhere from 5 days to 2 weeks, with the victim's body morphing into a new SCP-6202 instance. Total removal of infected tissue will stop this process. Once the new SCP-6202 instance is generated, it will begin moving towards other instances. This movement generates skin flakes and can cause further infection. All SCP-6202 instances react negatively to any attempt at removing them from the building, grouping together and producing tissue at a much faster rate. Any damage caused to them quickly regenerates through unknown methods. The cobweb-like tissue they secrete does not possess this ability. Discovery: SCP-6202 came into Foundation custody in 1992, after the Academia Científica do Anômalo1 merged into it. The anomaly in turn was obtained from the Instituto Nacional de Ciências Paranormais, a precursor of the Academia, active during the Second Portuguese Republic (1926-1968). No information seems to exist about the building before 1946, despite its architecture and decay indicating it was built sometime during the 1910s. Research obtained by the Instituto Nacional de Ciências Paranormais was lost upon its disbandment, leading to the infection and loss of 18 people upon initial contact. All previous knowledge regarding the anomaly comes from several written entries, found etched into an SCP-6202 instance in the shape of a journal in 1971. Addendum SCP-6202.1: Journal entries Originally written in Alentejan Portuguese.2 The test subjects began arriving this morning. Most are farmers and pastors, although we’ve met with writers and politicians as well. Most of them are famelic, malodorant, covered in bruises. Laura tried to offer some water, but was stopped by the armed men accompanying them. When we were told there were anomalous subjects willing to be studied, we expected this would be the case. I thought I would be better prepared but I am not. I’m afraid of whether I'll ever be. We must start work soon. Members of the PVDE3 will come in two days to take away those who do not possess anomalous traits. They won’t tell me where, and honestly, I prefer it that way. I don’t know what the end plan is here, but I fear this is but the beginning. Most of the people here speak Euskera4. I don’t understand it, but I have heard it before. The soldiers, meanwhile, speak proper Spanish, and work under the Caudillo himself5, which means we work under him too. It begs the question: Are we bending our knee to the Spaniards? We've all heard the rumors of his planned invasion. Of his Unified Iberia. Of his meetings with the Chancellor, as Germany bombards Paris6, yet none of us thought there was any weight to it. It appears we were wrong. They’ve been killing those who served us no purpose. I knew this would be most likely the case, but even the children are rounded up and We’ve never advanced so much in terms of investigating the paranormal. Even if only a small percentage of the people brought to us can make use of that which lies beyond normality, it’s much more than what we’d worked with before. What I had worked with, at the very least. Just today an old man arrived, capable of bending flesh at will. He’s been taken from Viscaia7 alongside the rest of his people. They were brought in by a different group of people this time, soldiers who seem better prepared for the anomalous. They told us that this old man was the spiritual leader of his group, and that we should be careful. They refuse to elaborate further. Always a good sign. His name is Errissenton8. At least, that’s what they call him; I believe it’s some sort of title. The man speaks of freedom for the destitute, of a future where the Roma and the Basque, and the people of Catalonia and Andalusia would have a place in the world they could call ‘home’. Everyone’s begun listening to him, as if he was the second coming of the Redeemer. I'm starting to understand why the guards aren’t too fond of him. I don’t get it. We’ve dealt with carnomancers before, but Errisenton is different. His cell division… It’s not a virus, a mutation, a prion, or thaumaturgy. His powers just are, and we don’t have the equipment to prove or disprove otherwise. He says it’s a blessing; a gift from the fake Gods he prays to. We’ve been warned that this is the kind of talk he’d give, and the kind of talk we should ignore, but I cannot help but wonder if there’s some weight to it. He does exude the aura of a prophet. And the words he and the rest speak, can I even say they're wrong? All they want is to recover the place they call I need to get more sleep. Maybe I will ask for a soundproof room to stay in. The chants of Errisenton’s followers are starting to get to me. Today we learnt that Herrisenton can bring back the deceased. A group was fusilladed yesterday, moments after which the old man walked past the guards. They tried to stop him but were shoved aside. With a single flick of the wrist, veins and nerves shot out towards the limp bodies. In minutes, they were walking again, as if nothing had occurred. This was not an act of necromancy. This is something else entirely. I've started to notice there are less guards on duty as of late. I've asked around, and all I receive are empty stares. Are they preparing for something? Laura and two others left for Lisbon. I don’t blame them. I would do the same if this wasn’t the place I was raised in. It seems the PVDE is falling apart at the seams too: today we had but half the guard of last time. Franco’s men have taken on the guarding duty, but it has only made the man more wary: Vines made of sinew and fat entwining like licorice now travel under the carpeted floor, sealing doors and windows when needed. Most people have sided with the old man by now, and have begun digging up corpses to bring more 'warriors' back to life. Nobody stops them. Even if we still do our research, this is not our place anymore. We've lost control. I knew they were planning a revolution. I could see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices, but I didn't think it would be this fast. I didn't think it would be this effective. Not all is lost. Last night, Doctor Mülhausen arrived to help. We have a plan involving the techniques of Egas Moniz9 to control the unruly. I have my fears that the old man will simply scoff at the move. If he can revive the dead, can we even accomplish something this way? Still, I hold onto the hope we'll be able to reclaim the house. If this goes wrong, the Spaniards will have to intervene. They will take the place I call home and transform it into something different, something hideous. I understand why this must happen, but I will not give everything up because of it. War will not taint these lands. Analysis of the pages have led to the discovery of at least 45 distinct genetic profiles, 64% of them containing haplotypes specific to people of the Alentejo region. This percentage contrasts heavily with the 8,571 genetic profiles gathered from remaining SCP-6202 instances, which shows 77% of the profiles are specific to Romani, Basque, Andalusian and Aragonian ethnic groups. Only 11% of these profiles have been linked with known victims of Francisco Franco's White Terror.10 Only 7 other profiles have been linked with known disappearances during Portugal's Estado Novo period. The rest remain unidentified. Despite implications, no SCP-6202 instance emits electrical signals, despite the tissue they generate having constantly activated nociceptors11. Evidence of sapience remains inconclusive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6202" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6202. 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: Abandoned House Author: Maxyfran73 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: created using the image below Filename: Lisbon Portugal February 2015 01.jpg Author: Bengt Nyman License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. "Scientific Academy of the Anomalous", defunct academical organization that researched paranormal technology in Portuguese territories. 2. Dialect from the Alentejo region, in south central Portugal. 3. PVDE, acronym for Polícia de Vigilância e Defesa do Estado("State Surveillance and Defense Police") was Portugal's border control and state security force from 1933 to 1945. 4. Language spoken by the people of the Basque Country, located in the Pyrenees, between the borders of Spain and France. 5. Caudillo was the title of Francisco Franco, general and dictator who ruled Spain between 1939 and 1975. 6. Referring to Franco’s and Hitler’s meeting in Hendaye, France on the 23th of October, 1940 and the bombardment of Paris by german forces on the 3rd of June, 1940. 7. Province in North Spain, and territory of the Basque Country. 8. Believed to be Herri Senton, “Village Elder” in Basque. 9. António Egas Moniz, neurologist and member of the Academia. Considered the founder of modern psychosurgery and developer of the leukotomy, later known as lobotomy. 10. Political and ethnic repression during the Franco regime. Led to the deaths of 160,000-200,000 and the disappearance of 115,000 people. 11. Sensory receptors for painful stimuli.
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains minor descriptions of gore, potentially agoraphobic descriptions of violent mob mentality, and implied bigotry and hate. ⚠️ content warning Anomaly Number: SCP-6203 Personnel Clearance Level: 4 Anomaly Containment Procedures: SCP-6203 has been removed from its original structure and currently resides in Site-22’s C-wing for containing Memetic Hazards. Foundation personnel have been banned from testing SCP-6203 in any form due to the extremely high risk of a containment breach occurring due to SCP-6203's secondary effects. Citizens that have participated in an SCP-6203-1 event are to be interviewed and amnesticized according to standard Foundation protocol. Due to the strength of SCP-6203-1's perceptual effect, Foundation personnel assigned to study and analyze SCP-6203's effects are to go through extensive neurocognitive restructuring procedures as well as cognitive therapy in order to see the RABBIT as more than such. The RABBIT is not a RABBIT. The RABBIT is not prey. The RABBIT is a victim. The RABBIT does not deserve this. The RABBIT should be allowed life. The RABBIT deserves peace. Anomaly Description: SCP-6203 is a four-chair seating unit with a table previously located in a lounging area in Oleson Community College's engineering facility.1 SCP-6203's anomalous effect only occurs when all five pieces of the set are within the same 7.6 meter radius of each other. SCP-6203's primary anomalous effect is triggered when a subject sits in one of its chairs for a period longer than 5 hours without standing up or succumbing to sleep. Once the following time threshold and criteria have been passed, the subject sitting at SCP-6203 will undergo an immediate semanto-conceptual memetic shift that permanently overwrites their base conceptual framework. This framework (consisting of concepts such as "human," "person," and "individual") is replaced by a network of concepts related to base instinctual predatory behaviors (consisting of concepts such as "prey," "weak," and "give chase"). The shift and its effects will hereby be referred to as SCP-6203-1. The main subjects of SCP-6203-1 are referred to as the RABBIT, as it has been agreed upon by Foundation researchers to be a more befitting identifier. Once SCP-6203-1 occurs, those physically closest to the RABBIT will immediately perceive them as lesser. As SCP-6203-1's effect is weak at first, those who see the RABBIT will initially react with slight disgust, anger, or agitation. As time passes, SCP-6203-1's effect increases in strength exponentially, causing those nearby to eventually abandon social cues in order to pursue the RABBIT on foot. When more than six individuals begin pursuing the RABBIT, SCP-6203-1 applies itself to those chasing the RABBIT, meaning that if either the RABBIT or a subject chasing the RABBIT is viewed, the viewer will be infected as well and will join the group in pursuing the RABBIT. The pursuit will not end until the RABBIT is terminated. Once the RABBIT is terminated, all subjects affected will lose their aggressive tendencies and return to their previous duties. Subjects experience no remorse over any actions that they may have committed while under SCP-6203's influence. The only ones mourned are those that were lost due to mass hysteria. Regarding SCP-6203 and SCP-6203-1's exact properties and origins, various hypotheses have been approached with varying levels of criticism. The most conclusive result was presented by Senior Researcher Michael Argento, hypothesizing that SCP-6203's effects could have potentially arisen from SCP-6203 naturally or synthetically triggering a mutation of the [INFORMATION LOCKED]. Addendum 6203.1: May 22nd Case Study The following transcript is currently the most documented instance of an SCP-6203-1 outbreak that the Foundation has recovered. Of note is that the May 22nd case is also the longest instance of an SCP-6203-1 outbreak on record, making it and its documentation essential material regarding the widespread effects of the anomaly on its local populace. The aftermath of this incident is what also brought the anomaly to Foundation attention as a whole. Date: 22/5/2019 RABBIT: V. N. [RECORDING RESUMES] <17:34> V. N. is viewed sitting at SCP-6203, attention focused on his laptop screen. V. N. has been sitting in one of SCP-6203's chairs for a period of 4 hours, 58 minutes, and 23 seconds. <17:36> SCP-6203's effect is triggered and SCP-6203-1 occurs. V. N. becomes the RABBIT. The RABBIT does not react. <17:37> Two individuals standing shoulder-to-shoulder walk past SCP-6203 and the RABBIT. They are both seen glaring at the RABBIT as they pass, with one of them shielding their mouth in order to whisper something unintelligible to their associate. <17:39> A group of students are seen exiting a classroom doorway nearby. Upwards of 9 individuals are recorded viewing the RABBIT and reacting accordingly. <17:41> A man from the concluded lecture is seen standing at a hallway entrance behind SCP-6203 and the RABBIT. Subject can be viewed staring at the RABBIT and breathing heavily. <17:42> More students are viewed exiting various classrooms nearby. <17:42> The man watching the RABBIT raises an arm and points at the RABBIT, looking around at others nearby. The subject's jaw is clenched. <17:43> Due to the attention brought towards the RABBIT by the man, SCP-6203-1’s effect begins rapidly spreading. More subjects begin pointing at the RABBIT and talking amongst themselves. Many are seen stopping in their tracks upon viewing either the RABBIT or other infected individuals. The man walks up to the RABBIT and grabs it by the shoulder, pulling it out of SCP-6203. A small crowd begins gathering. <17:43> The man that pulled the RABBIT out of its seat punches it in the jaw and sternum, knocking it to the ground. Those infected with SCP-6203-1 begin murmuring affirmations and agreements, jeering at the display. Infected individuals begin calling more and more attention to themselves and the RABBIT, reinforcing the semantic effect. <17:44> The man grabs the RABBIT by the legs, pulling it towards himself. He attempts to wrap his hands around the RABBIT's throat, presumably to strangle it, but the RABBIT is able to grab the man's face and push its thumb into his right eye socket. Blood and vitreous humor is seen flowing from the man's damaged eye as he lets go of the RABBIT to place his hand on his face, screaming in pain. The RABBIT is able to quickly get to its feet, now seeing the gathering circle of people surrounding them. The group is tense, their aggression thinly veiled. <17:44> After a pause, another subject lunges towards the RABBIT. The lunge is clumsy and uncalculated, easily allowing the RABBIT to dodge. The RABBIT then flees through the gap in the crowd left by the sudden attacker, pushing through them as the mob's tension snaps. <17:45> Angered shouts and screaming breaks out in the lounge area as infected subjects begin pursuing the RABBIT. The RABBIT exits the lounge and makes its way down a flight of stairs in order to reach the ground floor of the facility. The group of infected (~35 individuals) are approximately 4 meters behind the RABBIT as it exits the building. <17:46> The RABBIT successfully flees the building, making its way down the street as the group follows suit. Those on the campus walkways take pause as they watch the chase before joining the group. The RABBIT begins pathetically wailing screaming for help. This only calls the attention of those nearby who did not previously witness the chase, once more adding more subjects to the mass. As the RABBIT exits campus grounds and enters the surrounding city blocks, the group has expanded to ~50 individuals. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] <18:02> The RABBIT hides on a fire escape on the fifth floor of an abandoned residential apartment complex. On the ground below is a massive crowd, consisting of upwards of ~4,000 individuals, and still expanding. Some brandish weapons; guns, bats, crowbars, makeshift sharpened sticks and other objects. There is a small opening in the crowd where a few have gathered, standing on top of a dented car in order to address as much of the mob as possible. Though the speaker is unknown, the following passage is heard over the sounds of the mob: …makes its way into OUR city, into OUR home, and it thinks that it can forge its little parasitic nest inside OUR way of life? NO, you and I all know how we will NOT let that STAND. We aren't going to let a disgusting, sniveling little SHIT weasel its way into our hearts! Nay, we are going to find it, we are going to show it what happens to rodents like its brethren, we are going to take it and show it pain before using its filthy fucking remains to help rebuild the world it made us destroy in our haste to get rid of it. WE WILL MAKE IT BLEED, AND IT WILL BE ECSTACY. <18:03> The mob cheers in response. Small portions of the mob disperse, running in groups of ~5 to ~30 in order to comb through surrounding city blocks. The central mass of the mob remains, with those standing on top of the car consistently heightening the infecteds' emotional states. <18:04> The RABBIT cries quietly to itself. It is curled up in the fetal position as it sits on the fire escape. It holds a smartphone in its hands and can be seen using it, although what exactly it is doing cannot be determined through the footage. <18:04> A woman sticks her head out of the window adjacent to where the RABBIT is hiding. She immediately sees the RABBIT and smiles gleefully. She takes in a breath and screams that she "found it" at the top of her lungs, grabbing the RABBIT by an ankle and roughly pulling it across the fire escape floor towards herself. <18:04> The crowd pauses at the exclamation before erupting into a frenzy. Some swarm the entrance to the abandoned building while others are seen screaming in rage, faces red and foaming at the mouth. Multiple subjects can be seen being knocked over in the frenzy and subsequently trampled. Others can be seen accidentally harming themselves on either their own weapons or the weapons of others due to the crowd crush. The woman who found the RABBIT pauses, surveying the chaos below. She looks at the RABBIT before looking down at the crowd once more. With one swift motion, she grabs both of the RABBIT's ankles and pulls upwards, throwing off its balance and toppling it over the fire escape's ledge. <18:05> The RABBIT plummets, screaming. The mob below swiftly gathers underneath it and breaks its fall by using their hands to catch it before it hit the ground. They then pass the RABBIT to the approximate center of the crowd before laying it on the ground. They move back for a moment, leaving a few feet of space around the RABBIT as they stare at it. The members of the mob are smiling with eagerness, satisfaction, and pride. Multiple subjects are viewed licking their lips. <18:06> The mob immediately descends upon the RABBIT, fully obscuring it from view. Glimpses of red can be seen amongst the thresh, along with bits of viscera. While frenzied, the crowd revels in the RABBIT's blood. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] [VIDEO EXCERPT ENDS] Closing Statement: SCP-6203's aggressive effects wore off of the mob ~4 hours after the RABBIT had been terminated. All subjects went back to their routines, tending to the wounded and dead as well as cleaning the blood and viscera off of their clothes and skin. The RABBIT's remains were left in the center of the road. The Ethics Committee would like to reiterate that any and all testing on SCP-6203 is banned under any circumstances. Any Foundation personnel found submitting testing requests for SCP-6203 will be immediately fired from their Foundation position and fully amnesticized. Footnotes 1. Oleson Community College is located in Newark, NJ, USA. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6203" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6203. 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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Item #: SCP-6204 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6204 is currently contained at Site-24's Croft Wing and is to be fed no less than three times daily. SCP-6204 may be artificially inseminated for research purposes with prior approval from Project Director Mark Bolan, and all resulting eggs are to undergo x-ray analysis. Depending on the size and threat posed by each SCP-6204-A instance, these may be placed in an incubation chamber and permitted to hatch as normal, or placed in cryonic preservation. All current instances of SCP-6204-A are kept in Hangars 10 through 15, and are to be fed according to each species' dietary requirements (see Supplementary Document 6204-B for specifics). SCP-6204-A-38 is currently kept in Containment Chamber A-32, which has been refurbished with bookshelves, one television set, one computer with SCiPnet access, and specialized furniture accounting for its non-humanoid physiology. SCP-6204-A-38 may leave its containment unit at its leisure and should be accompanied by no less than two members of security staff at all times. SCP-6204 prior to entering containment. Description: SCP-6204 is a mature female Aptenodytes forsteri (emperor penguin), recovered from London Zoo in 1997. When inseminated through natural or artificial means, SCP-6204 will produce an egg corresponding to an extinct species of land-based animal, ranging from those which co-existed alongside humans to those not active since the Permian period. These eggs are typically laid and hatched as normal, although some instances may be too large for SCP-6204 to deliver naturally, necessitating removal via surgery. Hatched instances (designated SCP-6204-A) will behave in a manner consistent with current paleontological understanding. Despite significant changes in the Earth's atmosphere and climate over geological timescales, no instances of SCP-6204-A have exhibited any significant adverse effects. Similarly, all instances of SCP-6204-A are capable of digesting most forms of plant and animal matter and have demonstrated unusual resistance to most modern diseases. The following is an abridged list of recorded instances of SCP-6204-A: Raphus cucullatus (common dodo) - Late Quarternary Period Gastornis gigantea - Early Paleogene Period Tyrannosaurus rex - Late Cretaceous Period (Placed in cryonic preservation prior to hatching, as Site-24 does not currently have the means of housing and sustaining an adult T. rex) Pterodactylus antiquus - Late Jurassic Period (Request to cross-breed this specimen with SCP-346 for research into pterosaur reproduction is currently pending Project Director approval) Hylonomus lyelli1 - Late Carboniferous Period Addendum: On 01/26/2011, SCP-6204 produced an egg measuring some 13.5 cm in length, and weighing 650 g. X-ray analysis found this instance to contain an embryonic theropod corresponding to no known species, notable for possessing an unusually large cranium. Following a six-month incubation period, this instance hatched, with the resulting offspring (initially designated SCP-6204-A-38) showing an unexpected level of intelligence and self-awareness from an early age. Following approval from Project Director Mark Bolan, the entity was placed under the supervision of Senior Researchers Walter and Madeline Madgett, whose efforts to familiarize it in language, reasoning, and mathematics exceeded initial expectations. While SCP-6204-A-38 (known by the given name of Sinclair) is incapable of reproducing human speech patterns, it has demonstrated fluent understanding of English, Spanish, and Mandarin, and is capable of communicating through a specialized form of sign language devised by Foundation linguists. Due to its proficiency in chemistry, geology, and paleobiology, Sinclair has been appointed Class-E SCNH2 status and is currently serving as a consultant at the Foundation's Department of Paleontology. No further instances of this species (tentatively designated Sapiensaurus) have since been produced by SCP-6204. No confirmed biological remains of Sapiensaurus have as yet been identified. However, the Foundation has since unearthed the fossilised remnants of several similar entities in Australia, South America, and Antarctica, dating to approximately 120 million years ago. These specimens were found to have been larger in size than Sapiensaurus, although with reduced cranial capacity, suggesting they may represent one or more ancestral species. Since 2018, the Department of Geological and Oceanic Abnormalities confirmed the presence of non-naturally occurring polymers in the Earth's crust, dating to roughly 116.5 million years before present. Several coeval artefacts have since been discovered on the lunar surface and in interplanetary space, confirming the existence of a technologically sophisticated civilization active during the Lower Cretaceous Epoch, presumably corresponding to Sapiensaurus. Notably, this civilization's collapse appears to have been concurrent with the Aptian extinction event, the cause of which remains disputed3. Further investigation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Earliest known undisputed reptile. 2. Sapient Communicative Non-Humanoid 3. Suggested non-anomalous causes include extraterrestrial impact, volcanism, and oceanic acidification. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6204" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6204. 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: 444px-Emperor_Penguin_Manchot_empereur.jpg Name: Emperor Penguin Manchot empereur.jpg Author: Samuel Blanc. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: SapientosaurusActivity.png Author: Rick Swartz License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item#: 6205 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo O5-Command discussing various tax shelter advice with SCP-6205. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6205 is adequately contained by the use of generally accepted accounting practices within Foundation financial interests. A set of standard operating procedures can be found under Article III, Section 6, Paragraphs 4 through 22, in the Foundation Employee Handbook. A waiver confirming familiarity with these procedures is required for all Foundation employees who are issued a business credit card, have access to a line of credit, or who receive per-diem allowances. Per 'Foundation Business Directive 2019-6205-1', any documents produced by SCP-6205 are to be reported to management and then scheduled for implemented as directed by the object. Late fees assessed by the object for a failure to comply can be deducted from the responsible employee's compensation. If financial penalties become unduly burdensome, please schedule a meeting with the 'Accounts Receivable - Internal' team. At no time should any Foundation employee knowingly engage in a financial crime of any magnitude while in the course of their duties. Actions taken while outside of staff duties are considered unregulated, however employees are required to make the proper financial disclosures for matters such as gambling. OBJECT DESCRIPTION: SCP-6205 refers to a pataphysical regulatory entity which has attached itself to the Foundation's financial practices and those associated with said practices. While SCP-6205 demonstrates a level of awareness typically associated with pataphysical entities, this awareness appears to be limited to the domain of finances and accounting, and direct inferences based on this awareness. SCP-6205 is capable of utilizing additional knowledge as granted by access to Foundation internal systems such as employee records, vendor records, and internal and external financial connections. Typical manifestations of SCP-6205 include the issuance of internal directives guiding accounting practices, and are predominantly produced via physical document or delivered via phone call. The letterhead on these memos names one of several fictitious departments, such as "Department of Financial Curiosity", "Office of the Benevolent Comptroller", and many more. For a full list of known aliases, see additional file supplements. These memos are signed inconsistently with generic nomenclature and have, to date, made no attempt to impersonate any current or former members of Foundation leadership either in name or authority. Note: As of 2017-01-28, the date of SCP-6205's complete integration into Foundation accounting systems, the object has begun signing its communications as "SCP-6205". This is regarded as an affirmation of containment and any deviations from this signatory should be immediately reported as Priority-1. Behaviors exhibited by SCP-6205 are indistinguishable from non-anomalous accounting except in instances of financial crime, whether those crimes are perpetrated either on behalf of or against the Foundation and its interests. ADDENDUM 01: ALLOWANCES In the morning hours of 2015-08-20, a Level-2 data analyst was fatally wounded in the parking structure of Site-19. The analyst was shot in the torso three times with 9mm ammunition, consistent with that issued by the Foundation. A ballistic match as well as various forensic evidence collected at the scene was able to connect the homicide with Foundation intelligence analyst Andre Teska, who was arrested by Site-19 security and questioned. Agent Teska was able to produce a series of recorded phone-calls which elaborated on their justification for the homicide. The matter was forwarded to Internal Affairs for consideration, and relevant records have been appended to this document as a reflection of the object's history. [INCOMING CALL 2015-08-08 19:13:17] Audio recording begins with significant static and the sounds of jostling. The origin point of the call is unknown; phone records were unrecoverable and the audio was captured by an external recording device. Teska: Okay, yeah, thanks for waiting. This call is being recorded now. SCP-6205: That's okay, sir. I am recording too. For my records. Teska: Can you go ahead and repeat that please? The thing you said before. SCP-6205: Certainly… Teska: …Well? SCP-6205: Agent Teska, it's come to our attention that you're claiming deductions for the costs associated with your personal firearm. And while that's perfectly fine, you have to be able to prove that the handgun is an ordinary and necessary expense for your line of work. Teska: So your call here is to tell me that you do not think a handgun is an ordinary or necessary expense in this line of work? SCP-6205: As an intelligence analyst, sir? You're a desk jockey. You can't j— Teska: I told you, I'm training for the field exam. SCP-6205: And that's great sir. We're really happy for you, truly. But that's not your job. Not now. Teska: So what do you want from me? SCP-6205: Well you have two choices, sir. Teska: And those are? SCP-6205: You can either submit paperwork to pay back those deductions… Teska: …Okay, I'll bite. What is the 'Or'? SCP-6205: Or promote yourself by fiat. Teska: I don't follow. SCP-6205: Promote yourself, sir. Do something that's unquestioningly field work in order to justify the expense. Create an emergent need. Teska: I'll think about it. Give me your supervisors name. I am going to follow up on this. SCP-6205: I am going to give you seven days to comply, sir. Teska: That's not how this— Call terminates. [INCOMING CALL 2015-08-15 21:43:50] Teska: Hello? SCP-6205: Good evening, sir. How are we today? Teska: Shit, I recognize your voice. You actually called back? SCP-6205: Of course, sir. I take business expenses very seriously. I said seven days and, well, here we are. (Soft chuckling) Teska: (Laughter repeated in mocking tone) Yeah sure enough, here we are. What did you want me to do again? Promote myself? SCP-6205: That's right, sir. We have to justify that business expense. Are you ready to do what is necessary? Teska: My field exam is in something like 57 days. That will be my opportunity to 'justify' this expense. SCP-6205: I love that you have a plan, but unfortunately, that time frame is really going to be a problem. We're already noticed the error, so it needs to be fixed on this month's books in order for me to avoid reporting it. Teska: …Reporting it? Are you fucking threatening me? SCP-6205: No sir, this is just basic accounting. If we don't resolve this misappropriation then it'll appear on next month's sheets as an outstanding item. You wouldn't want that, would you? To make extra work for your friends up in Payroll? Teska: Yeah wouldn't want to inconvenience you good folks up there. SCP-6205: That felt a little sarcastic, sir. Teska: It was. SCP-6205: Well I can fix this myself if you'd prefer. Teska: How do you mean? SCP-6205: I can justify the expense for you if you'll let me. I'll do 99% of the work for you. Does that sound good? Teska: Really weird to not lead with that when you called me before. SCP-6205: That's okay, sir. This will all work out. Teska: I'm hanging up now. SCP-6205: See you soon. Call terminates. [INCOMING CALL 2015-08-19 18:45:07] SCP-6205: Good evening, sir. Teska: Why the fuck is someone bound and gagged in my trunk? SCP-6205: Excellent timing, Mister Teska. His name is unimportant to you but this is one of your co-workers. He's been embezzling money for the better part of six months but he's going to help make up for it by justifying the maintenance, training, and using of your sidearm. Teska: And how can he do that? SCP-6205: Shoot him. In the head, of course; Don't be cruel. Teska: …What? SCP-6205: …My diction is excellent, I know you heard me, sir. Shoot him. Teska: I-…h-how could—… SCP-6205: Take him out of the boot, throw him to the ground, and shoot him. The restraints I used will not leave any ligature marks, so you can remove them afterwards and dispose of them before you call this in. Perfectly explainable as self-defense. Teska: You can't-…I…You want me to fucking kill this guy in cold blood? SCP-6205: No, sir. This is a justifiable homicide. Teska: H-How? What did he do? SCP-6205: He embezzled, sir. Teska: How much? SCP-6205: Does it really matter? Teska: How much? SCP-6205: Approximately $13,000 USD over sixth months. In order to pay for a surgical procedure for his dog. Teska: You want me to take a human life over 13 grand? And then kill the dog too by denying it surgery? SCP-6205: Don't worry. The dog has already had the surgery and made a full recovery. That's why it's too late for this analyst. There's no going back. It was last fiscal year. Teska: And that deserves murder? SCP-6205: Oh, so now we're drawing ethical lines? You'll improperly deduct expenses but you won't do this? It's not murder, it's criminal justice. Teska: Apples to fucking oranges, cunt. SCP-6205: Agree to disagree. This is your only choice if you want to avoid having the same thing happen to you the next time I need the books to balance. And sir? That was a threat. If you get blood on you during the course of this exercise, you can definitely go get dry cleaning. We can write that off too. I'm going to need you to save your receipts, though. Call terminates. ADDENDUM 02: REPORTS OF FRAUD The following call record began on 2016-05-11. As the first event was regarded as non-anomalous and the record was discarded before the investigation was opened, it has been reconstructed per the testimony of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates. Any persons with additional details or records pertaining to these events are encouraged to contact their section leadership as soon as they may safely so do. The following record is from an inter-site phone call. The destination number is the desk of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates; the originating number is assigned to a phone in the human resources office of Site-17. Eates: This is Doctor Eates, go ahead. SCP-6205: Good morning, sir. Eates: …Yes, hi there. What is this call about? SCP-6205: I'm calling from the fraud department. Eates: How did you get this number? I didn't even know we had a— SCP-6205: It's an internal call, sir, I just looked you up in the directory. I was reviewing recent purchase orders and we were curious if you had used your Foundation issued credit card in order to buy two high-performance racing bikes in Tallahassee, Florida? Eates: N-no. What? That's ridiculous. That was definitely not me. I'm nowhere near Tallahassee. I haven't even been to Florida in like…at least four years. SCP-6205: I didn't think so, sir. Thank you for confirming. We'll deal with this right away. Eates: You too…Say, what was your name again? SCP-6205: Have a nice day, sir. Phone call terminates. The following phone record was initiated by Dr. Eates from his desk at Site-19, using the 'call back' feature. The destination address routed to the Site-11 Director's Office. SCP-6205: Thank you for calling the fraud department. How can I be of assistance today, Doctor Eates? Eates: W-…hello. Um, I received a call from you guys a few days ago about my card being used to buy some bikes. SCP-6205: Yes, I recall that conversation. Is everything okay, sir? More charges you've noticed? Eates: No, nothing like that. I'm just wondering what a high-performance racing bike is doing in my office? I said I didn't buy this and I wasn't kidding. SCP-6205: I know, sir. I told you we'd take care of it. We were able to write the theft off as a loss. Eates: Okay but that doesn't explain why I have a bike in my office… SCP-6205: I understand, sir. Eates: So are you going to tell me why or…? SCP-6205: We already wrote the bikes off as a loss via theft, but we were still able to recover the items. Unfortunately one of the bikes was destroyed in recovery, and the one in your office is now formally a 'refurb', after suffering damage, so it's technically a totally new item which we already bought. Eates: What kind of damage? SCP-6205: Turns out that some bones are stronger than an aluminum bike frame, sir. Eates: W-what? SCP-6205: Have a good day, sir. Enjoy your bike I recommend using it to commute to work. Call terminates. The following recorded phone call takes place approximately four weeks after the previous. The destination number is the desk of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates, the originating number is assigned to a phone in the Overwatch Command Control Room at Site-01. Eates: H-hello? This is Doctor Eates. SCP-6205: Hi sir. This is the fraud department. Eates: Do you mind explaining how you got an Overwatch number? SCP-6205: We didn't, sir. It's just a quirk of the routing. Eates: Uh, I'm not sure what to say to that. What do you want? SCP-6205: …Just checking how lunch was in Prague yesterday, sir. Eates: What? I haven't been out of the country in like two years. SCP-6205: I know, sir. I was just trying to bring some levity to a very serious financial crime. Eates: I can tell, I can basically hear your smile on the other end. SCP-6205: Thank you, Doctor Eates. I'll just go ahead and take care of those responsible. Eates: I don't suppose lunch is going to show up in a couple day or something, huh? SCP-6205: No sir. I don't think you'll be wanting to eat this. Eates: Why is that? Call terminates. The following recorded phone call takes place approximately two weeks after the previous. The destination number is the desk of Containment Specialist Dr. Eates, the originating number is assigned to an unlisted phone at Site-5. Eates: How the fuck are you getting these numbers? SCP-6205: Whoa, hello to you too, sir. (Soft laughter) Eates: What do you want? SCP-6205: Doctor Eates, I am calling from the fraud department and I just wanted to ask you if your wife and children all wear men's XXL sweaters? Eates: …What did you just say? SCP-6205: Your family, sir. Do they all wear the same sized sweaters? Because I am looking at a purchase order for twelve, XXL Christmas sweaters that are, I must say, exceedingly repulsive. Just wondering if that was you or not? The purchaser filled in your shipping address but they could just have made a mistake, or they might be watching the address for the boxes to swipe them later. Eates: How does this keep happening? SCP-6205: It's difficult to say sir, we're deciding whether or not to put a forensic accountant on this but the cost analysis hasn't come back yet. So was that a 'no' then to the sweaters? Eates: Why do you know about my family? SCP-6205: It's right here, sir. In your employee file. You file your taxes as married and claim two child dependents. Both your children and your spouse are also named beneficiaries on your policies, are all on your emergency contacts list, et cetera. I could go on but I think I've established my more than thorough good faith reason for having access to this information. Eates: …Y-yeah. I'd say you have. It's just. This is weird, you know that right? That this keeps happening to me? I'm not that cavalier with this card but it seems to keep getting stolen. SCP-6205: I agree, Doctor Eates. And I must say that it's especially heinous that your family has been involved. They are truly lovely and don't deserve to be put in the cross-hairs of criminal activity like this. I just need you to say that it wasn't you. So I can take care of the problem. Eates: Why? What are you going to do? SCP-6205: Come on, sir. Just say it. Let's make this easy. Eates: N-no. I-it was me. I ordered the sweaters. SCP-6205: Oh. That's interesting to hear. Eates: Y-yeah. We're having a 'Christmas in July' party. Oversized and ugly, you know how it is. (Nervous laughter.) SCP-6205: I can't say I do sir. That's just very strange to hear. Are you sure this wasn't you? The IP address on the order came from Guatemala, and the feed on the webcam confirmed via MAC address at that destination sure doesn't look much like you. You wouldn't be lying to me, would you sir? Eates: N-..No. I can't imagine any reason I'd have to gain from lying to you. SCP-6205: Neither can I, sir. Are you sure? Am I really going to have to make some kind of a bigger deal out of this? Why are you protecting these guys? Won't these sweaters make your family itchy? Eates: (Sighs) I just…I don't want anything bad to happen to anyone. So if you could just cancel the purchase, reverse the charges or whatever, and reissue me a new card that would be great. Nothing weird, I don't want any new sweaters or anything, I just want my card canceled, then reissued, and then for this to go away. Clear? SCP-6205: So you did not order the sweaters? Eates: No, I did not order the sweaters. SCP-6205: Good. I didn't think so. (Three distinct gunshots briefly deafen the line) Eates: What the fuck was that? SCP-6205: You have a good say, sir. Your family is safe. Call terminates. ADDENDUM 03: BUDGETARY CONSTRAINTS The following O5 Council meeting segment was approved for declassification and appended to this document. It was taken from a joint session with numerous department heads invited to offer evidence concerning the interference of SCP-6205 in daily operations. Review of collected evidence, recommendation for containment, and other exploitative risks were discussed in other redacted portions of the meeting. The full minutes are available to personnel with Level-4 clearance or greater. Payroll Dir.: Alright, so turning to page 14 you can see that there are a number of red-line items. Page 15 contains a significant number more. And page 16, 17, and so on. All the way to page 28 where we run out of departments on this report. O5-4: Okay I'll ask the obvious question, what are these red-line items? Payroll Dir.: Those are clear misappropriations which were both incorrectly entered and not caught by human review. Mistakes. Mistakes which SCP-6205 caught and reported in a timely manner. And did so without any HR issues like throwing colleagues under the bus in a meeting. Frankly it's been really helpful in justifying additional training as well as requests for additional positions for a number of departments. O5-7: How are they coming into this knowledge? At no part of this presentation has that actually been made clear to me. Accounts Payable: If I may, ma'am? We simply don't know, but their work is easily validated. The things they are red-lining all get checked by multiple people and they are right. O5-11: Is everything they do reactive like this? As in, just error checking? Payroll Dir.: No, sir. A few months ago they began issuing memorandum every month or so reminding staff of various SOP's. Some of which are GAAP1 and some of which are Foundation internal procedures. If they actually worked for me, I'd be making them a section head this next promotion cycle. O5-1: Well why don't we have them do that? Can we extend a job offer? HR Dir.: I don't know that we're going to be able to assemble a benefits package they will find…attractive. O5-1: Something in particular make you say that? Head of HR responds with an extended shrug. O5-10: I guess we're done here then. Should we order some lunch? Payroll Dir.: A-actually, ma'am. I would recommend against that. O5-1: Why is that? Payroll Dir.: Well in light of who we were just talking about…if you were going to expense that lunch, we really should have ordered it during the meeting. O5-1: …Fair enough. Meeting concludes. Footnotes 1. Generally Accepting Accounting Principles
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SCP-6206
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thaumiel
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GreenWolf Here's my Author Page. Yeah, this is a sequel to SCP-2206. Initial Containment Procedures Revised Containment Procedures 2/6206 LEVEL 2/6206 RESTRICTED Item #: SCP-6206 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6206 is confined to a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17. Personnel working with SCP-6206 should remain outside of its direct line-of-sight unless wearing suitable protective equipment for a gorgon-like look-to-kill hazard. The information suppression and misinformation dissemination campaign surrounding SCP-6206 and its pre-containment activities has been designated Operation PINCH HITTER. Agent Jeremy Steele, of Mobile Task Force Lambda-30 ("Sports Casting Performers"), has been embedded into Major League Baseball as the Commissioner of Baseball to oversee the implementation of Operation PINCH HITTER. 3/6206 LEVEL 3/6206 SECRET Item #: SCP-6206 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6206 has been recruited as a Thaumiel-class Special Asset Agent and has been returned to its original universe to assist in the containment of SCP-2206. MTF Iota-18 ("Air Bud Jurisprudence") has been deployed to support and monitor SCP-6206. Iota-18 and SCP-6206 have been instructed to make regular status reports via encoded messages in SCP-2206 broadcasts. Known origin points for SCP-2206 broadcasts are to be continuously monitored for evidence of unauthorized inter-universal transit attempts. Any individuals attempting to enter our universe from the universe of SCP-2206, including SCP-6206, are to be immediately detained. Agent Jeremy Steele is to continue serving as the Commissioner of Baseball. Description SCP-6206, the Commissioner of Baseball in the universe of SCP-2206, seen here signalling for the execution of the losing team following the 2001 World Series. SCP-6206 is a humanoid entity originating from the universe of SCP-22061, where it served as the Commissioner of Baseball from 1998 to 2019. SCP-6206 possesses a non-petrifying gorgon-like look-to-kill effect2, but is superficially and biologically human in all other respects. Following the conclusion of the 2019 World Series3, SCP-6206 was ousted as Commissioner in a violent coup orchestrated by the Pittsburgh Rebels. SCP-6206 was put on trial by the Players Association, convicted of crimes against baseball, and banished to our universe. Upon arriving in our universe, SCP-6206 promptly proceeded to locate and execute the Commissioner of Baseball, Robert D. Manfred Jr., in an attempt to seize control of Major League Baseball. When apprehended by the Foundation, SCP-6206 was in the process of trying to secure the position of Commissioner by threatening the principal owners of the 30 MLB teams. In its threatening communications to MLB owners, and in post-containment interviews, SCP-6206 expressed the belief that our baseball was "boring" and in need of "drastic intervention", and presented a plan to revise the rules to be more similar to those of SCP-2206.4 Operation PINCH HITTER was launched to conceal the involvement of SCP-6206 in the death of Commissioner Manfred, ultimately necessitating the insertion of an embedded Foundation agent to serve as a replacement Commissioner. Due to his previous experience with SCP-2206 and Major League Baseball, and his existing public profile from his role in SCP-2206 containment efforts, Agent Jeremy Steele of MTF Lambda-30 ("Sports Casting Performers") was selected for this assignment. Addendum — Incident STOLEN BASE On 2020-02-17, an inter-universal incursion was detected within Fenway Park in Boston, Massachusetts. When MTF Mu-8 ("Southern Hospitality") arrived to contain the incursion, they found the entire roster and coaching staff of the Boston Red Shirts, an SCP-2206 baseball team, engaged in a brawl with several members of the Boston Red Sox5. Mu-8 quickly contained the SCP-2206 team, who revealed that they had come to our universe in order to play our significantly less lethal version of baseball. This incursion was followed by another on 2020-02-20, wherein the New York Urbans were apprehended in an attempt to assassinate their counterparts on the New York Mets. A further incursion was discovered on 2020-02-26, when representatives of the Montreal Volcanoes approached Commissioner Steele with a proposal to join Major League Baseball as an expansion franchise. Interrogation of the captured baseball teams revealed that following the ouster of SCP-6206, the Players Association seized control of the league and cancelled the upcoming season. Instead, a series of exhibition games is being planned, which will feature different rosters of All-Stars playing under a progressively evolving set of rules. The Players Association believes that through this method, they can eventually play "the most perfect baseball game", although what they expect to accomplish by doing so is unknown. This plan, which is estimated to require several decades of continuous play under increasingly lethal conditions, has generated significant dissent, leading to the incursions into our universe. Addendum — Operation Seventh Inning Operational Plan CODEWORD CLEARANCES L3/6206; L2/2206; L2/SEVENTH INNING; L2/STOLEN BASE Codeword Designation Seventh Inning Oversight Contact Agent Jeremy Steele Mission Lead SCP-6206 In light of the continued incursions of SCP-2206 baseball teams, the Overseer Council has authorized the reclassification of SCP-6206 as a Thaumiel asset. SCP-6206 is to be returned to its universe of origin, along with the Boston Red Shirts, New York Urbans, and Montreal Volcanoes. MTF Iota-18 ("Air Bud Jurisprudence") is to accompany SCP-6206 and render all necessary aid so that it may reclaim the position of Commissioner of Baseball. SCP-6206 has agreed to use its position to prevent further incursions into our universe from SCP-2206 teams. Once SCP-6206 is restored as Commissioner, MTF Iota-18 will remain in the universe of SCP-2206 to assist and monitor SCP-6206. Regular reports from Iota-18 and SCP-6206 are to be encoded in normal broadcasts of SCP-2206. As it is anticipated that one or more games of SCP-2206 baseball will be required during the course of this operation, MTF Iota-18 has received extensive training in baseball operations, and includes a number of former professional baseball players and several members of captured SCP-2206 teams. Despite this, options for restoring SCP-6206 as Commissioner that do not rely on success in sporting contests are considered preferable, and should be pursued if at all possible. Efforts to mitigate the effects of prior incursions, and to ensure that the 2020 Major League Baseball season is played without interference, are being handled by Agent Jeremy Steele as part of Operation PINCH HITTER. Addendum — Results of Operation Seventh Inning On 2020-04-01, an SCP-2206 broadcast was received which described the performance of an exhibition game, played between a combined team of American and National League All-Stars (the "Stars"), and a mystery team assembled by the deposed Commissioner (called the Select Commissioner's Players, or the "Skippers"). According to SCP-2206 commentators, a victory by the Skippers would result in the immediate reinstatement of the Commissioner, while a victory by the Stars would lead to the summary execution of the Commissioner and his team. As described in the broadcast, the events and results of the game are as follows: Home Team Stars Away Team Skippers Ballpark Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome Inning Notable Events Score 1st Skippers bat first. After striking out three batters, Stars' pitcher Gordon "Horse Bones" Howitzer6 is killed in an altercation with Skippers' shortstop #37. Skippers take the field, and immediately give up a single-run home run to Michael "Skip" Salmon8. #3 trips Salmon as he jogs to third base. The rest of the inning is scoreless. 1-0 2nd Stars' relief pitcher Francis "Lemon" Dravis9 starts the inning by beaning Skippers' catcher #7 with a fastball to the head; #7 is uninjured, except for a dent in his titanium skull. In the ensuing fight, multiple Stars and Skippers are injured, as well as five spectators. The inning is scoreless. 1-0 3rd Dravis strikes out the side, but is killed by a lightning strike. Unit 13710 drives in two runs for the Stars before the inning ends. 3-0 4th Stars' relief pitcher Kevin "Fishlips" Rindorf11 gives up a run to Skippers' third baseman #11. The rest of the inning is scoreless. Several spectators are killed by a swarm of bees of unknown origin. 3-1 5th Rindorf gives up another run, this time to Skippers' first baseman #0. The swarm of bees moves onto the field, although play continues without interruption. Stars' first baseman Philip "Filif" Jackson12 steals home on a wild pitch. 4-2 6th Rindorf gives up another run, and is replaced by relief pitcher Margaret Thatcher13. The rest of the inning is scoreless. 4-3 7th The commentary for this inning contained a cognitohazard, making it impossible to determine the events that occurred. 4-5 8th After removing excess goats from the field, the Skippers fail to score against Stars' closer Edwin "Medium-sized Eddy" Thurgood14. The Stars regain the lead after a double by Salmon. 6-5 9th #3 hits a grand slam to put the Skippers in the lead. During the middle of the inning, SCP-6206 kills every member of the Stars with his "death stare", forcing them to draft spectators to finish the game. After three consecutive strikeouts, the game ends in a Skippers' victory. 6-9 Official portrait of POI-1776-43. Addendum — Containment Revision POI-1776-43, the counterpart of SCP-6206 from this universe, has been confirmed as being entirely non-anomalous, aside from latent paranormal activity associated with the office of President of the United States. However, as a precaution, contingency measures meant to prevent him from becoming Commissioner of Baseball are to remain in place at this time. Footnotes 1. SCP-2206 is an anomalous sports radio broadcast originating from an alternate universe, which provides commentary on games of baseball, although the rule set of SCP-2206 baseball is radically different from our own. SCP-2206 baseball is notably more violent, and includes anomalous and non-human players. 2. Referred to as a "death stare" by SCP-2206 commentators. 3. A seven game series between the Houston Colt .45s and the Montreal Volcanoes, which the Volcanoes won with a walk-off home run from Michael "Skip" Salmon following his duel against .45s' relief pitcher Carlos "Jimmy" Ortez. 4. Of the principal owners, only Harold Steinbrenner of the New York Yankees expressed enthusiasm for this plan. 5. Despite being drastically outnumbered, the Red Sox had the upper hand when Mu-8 intervened 6. A member of the Cincinnati Communists, and leader of the American Posadist Party. 7. The names of the players on the Skippers were either not known or not used by the commentators, who identified them solely by their numbers. 8. Reigning league MVP and President of Quebec. 9. Player-manager and weather priest of the Seattle Storms, and "least favored of Zeus". 10. An autonomous main battle tank, repurposed to play as a center fielder for the Seattle Autopilots. 11. The Crown Prince of Atlantis, signed from the Atlantis Aquatics by the Kansas City Kings of Missouri. 12. One of five Philip Jacksons that play for the Minnesota Clones. 13. The first Prime Minister of the United Kingdom to play professional baseball. 14. A half-Jotunn member of the Detroit Wolverines, known to be at least eight feet tall.
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SCP-6207
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euclid
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Item №: SCP-6207 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6207 is to be kept in a standard low-threat containment chamber at Site-8, with a 15-meter exclusion zone established around the cell’s perimeter. Testing on the anomaly and routine cleaning of its cell may only be performed via remotely operated implements. Clothed personnel intending to approach within 10 meters of SCP-6207 must remain inside a full-body protective shield. Following the events of 6/14/22, more stringent security measures for SCP-6207 are being implemented. Description: SCP-6207 is a stationary office chair of unknown make and model. Precise details of SCP-6207’s appearance are obscured by a large pile of assorted clothes draped over the object. Removing articles of clothing from this pile does not alter its size or shape; it is likely that SCP-6207 internally generates new clothing through unknown means to replace any articles lost. Any article of clothing brought within 10 meters of SCP-6207 is seized by a chitinous, multijointed appendage that emerges from the anomaly’s inner layers. This appendage will lengthen to pursue clothing even after it is taken outside the initial radius of effect, and has been recorded extending to a length of 0.9 km in order to retrieve an item shot from a pressurized air cannon. Collected clothes will then be incorporated into the outermost layer of SCP-6207. SCP-6207 indiscriminately targets clothing that is not actively being worn, but when exposed to clothed human test subjects, will limit itself to retrieving their jackets, shoes, and other non-essential items. The reason for this is unclear - it is theorized that the anomaly does not remove articles of clothing from a human if doing so would cause indecent exposure. At irregular intervals, SCP-6207 will violently discard scraps of torn fabric, evidently originating from shredded clothing. Discovery: SCP-6207 was recovered from an apartment in Alberta, Canada, following reports of a tenant’s unexplained disappearance and an uptick in thefts of clothing in the surrounding area. Embedded Foundation agents investigated and found SCP-6207 in the bedroom of the apartment. The original tenant could not be identified - their personal information does not appear in housing records, and city officials have been unable to explain this discrepancy. The apartment containing SCP-6207 was in a state of severe disarray at the time of recovery, with furniture overturned and large amounts of soiled clothes scattered throughout the residence. All reflective surfaces in the apartment had either been shattered via blunt force or obscured by clothing. Also recovered was a framed photograph of an unidentified individual, facing away from the camera; this item is notable for being in perfect condition. Addendum: On 6/14/22, a test was conducted in which SCP-6207 was presented with the photograph recovered from its location of discovery. SCP-6207 picked up the photograph with its appendage and appeared to inspect it for several seconds, then abruptly threw it across the containment chamber, shattering its frame. Shortly thereafter, SCP-6207 displayed highly atypical behavior. 10-12 black compound eyes emerged between the anomaly's folds; simultaneously, seven chitinous appendages dressed in striped arm warmers extended, and began to fling clothing away from the central mass of SCP-6207 at a high speed. This continued until approximately 170 articles of clothing had been discarded, at which point all abnormal features withdrew into SCP-6207 and disappeared from view. Over the following week, personnel throughout Site-8 reported that articles of clothing had gone missing from their dormitories, accompanied by sightings of appendages akin to those of SCP-6207 retracting into wardrobes and dresser drawers. Similar incidents were reported in civilian communities surrounding the Site, particularly in high-quality designer clothing stores. Additionally, SCP-6207 has begun to discard shredded fabric more frequently. The significance of this is under review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6207" by swordlover87, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6207. 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-6208
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thaumiel
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SCP-6208: Amnesia Was Her Name Author: Elunerazim Included page "more-by:elunerazim" does not exist (create it now) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-6208 LEVEL 4/6208 CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL RESTRICTED Office of Dir. John Doe, head of the Department of Unreality and an instance of SCP-6208. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6208 instances are to be designated non-anomalous and locked. Foundation staff are to be made aware of the existence of the SCP Foundation Department of Unreality. Description: SCP-6208 is the result of a recurring anomalous event affecting almost all major Foundation sites. This event is characterized by the spontaneous manifestation of offices, testing chambers, and containment cells inside Foundation sites. Said rooms usually manifest fully furnished, with common furniture pieces and decorations, including desks, board tables, filing cabinets, and other standard-issue Foundation office supplies. All SCP-6208 instances contain spare nametags, computers, and placards related to the Department of Unreality. To date, no personnel working for the Department of Unreality have been identified. Following the manifestation of SCP-6208 across multiple Foundation sites, an investigation into the Department of Unreality was conducted in relation to SCP-6208. Although records indicate the existence and active participation of the department in traditional departmental activities, all efforts to locate or identify any members of the department have failed, with the exception of Director John Doe. Update 11/30/21: An exploration into an SCP-6208 instance by the Department of Memetics was approved. Researcher Jennifer Williams was able to enter SCP-6208 with a Kant Counter and a modified Scranton Reality Anchor in order to locate any personnel inside SCP-6208. Update 12/01/21: Researcher Williams has been transferred to the Department of Unreality, by special request from Site-0 Director John Doe. Efforts to locate Williams are underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6208" by Elunerazim and Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6208. 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: Empty room of office.jpg Author: Np6824 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6209
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keter
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Special Containment Procedures: Once SCP-6209 is downloaded onto a device, its source code can be temporarily isolated for interrogation and testing; SCP-6209 is capable of deleting itself from a device at any time by currently unknown means. Due to the nature of SCP-6209, complete containment is currently unattainable. Upon discovery of mentions of SCP-6209, they are to be obfuscated from the general public. If SCP-6209-1 suggests an ideology to a user that poses a threat of danger, the subject is to be monitored until the effect has worn off. Description: SCP-6209 is a chat-style game under the name of Lovely Chat Night that is downloadable on most types of desktop and laptop-style computers, as well as any tablet-style device. Before discovery, SCP-6209 could be downloaded for free from a website dedicated to it under the name of ███.Lovelychatnight.███ which has been taken down by the Foundation. The objective of SCP-6209 is to converse with the different characters about miscellaneous topics. Conversing with the characters can earn 'friendship points' which the player can use as a currency to purchase additional features for the game. These include extra features, cut scenes, additional and customized chat topics, outfits for the characters, etc. SCP-6209 has three characters available for conversing; Cloud (left), Lila (middle), and Lisa (right). However, only 'Lila' has demonstrated anomalous properties. (Designated SCP-6209-1). The user interface of SCP-6209 allows players several options for chatting with characters. The first option is a quiz feature with pre-established answers to choose from. The user can choose whether they will answer questions asked by the characters, or if they want the characters to answer questions the game allows them to ask. Answering questions from Cloud and Lisa will not evoke any anomalous properties. The second option is a chat feature where players can type in messages that the characters respond to. Responses from Cloud and Lisa are both standard programmed responses with no anomalous properties. SCP-6209-1 refers to the character 'Lila.' SCP-6209-1 has demonstrated sentience alongside the ability to give responses to the user outside of its programmed lines during the ‘chat’ and -quiz' features. When using the 'quiz' feature, SCP-6209-1 will begin by suggesting the user choose certain answers to the pre-established questions. No matter if the chosen answer is suggested by SCP-6209-1 or not, the user's opinion on a certain topic will change to match the answer they chose in the game. However, it has been observed that if the subject chooses an answer different than the one suggested by SCP-6209-1, their ideologies may change to that of SCP-6209-1's suggestion at a later date. Subjects have also been shown to develop views, opinions, and knowledge related to the topic SCP-6209-1 has changed their opinion on. The length of time the user will hold these views has been found to range from a few minutes to several weeks. The user generally does not associate these new views with SCP-6209-1. If a user is amnestisied of any memories retaining to SCP-6209 and SCP-6209-1, they will still hold SCP-6209-1's suggested views for a range of time. During the chat feature, each character will ask the user to enter their name, and will then address the user by whatever they enter. However, SCP-6209-1 will use the user’s real name and address them immediately without the user having to enter a name. While the chat session with Cloud and Lisa requires the user to enter certain responses in order to converse, SCP-6209-1 is able to chat without following any programed sequence. SCP-6209-1 appears to be aware of the fact that it and the other characters are in a video game. Update as of 06/20/2018: After an extensive amount of testing with SCP-6209 and SCP-6209-1, it has been discovered that the other two characters in SCP-6209 also demonstrate anomalous properties. (Designated SCP-6209-2 and SCP-6209-3). See Addendum-2 for details. Addendum-1: Initial tests with D-Class were run to discover the extent of SCP-6209-1's abilities to suggestion answers to a subject. First, D-Class were tasked with answering quiz questions, then were observed over a period of weeks. Open Question Logs - Close Subject: D-99007 You have chosen to chat with Lila Here are her questions! Question: What is your favorite genre of anime? A-Slice of life B-Horror C-Romance D-Drama Lila: Slice of life is such a fun genre! I like magical girl the most but that wasn't put as an answer ψ(▼へ▼メ)～→ Subject's Answer: A-Slice of life Results: D-99007 has not watched anime enough to form a solid opinion on a favorite genre. Over a period of a week, D-99007 was shown anime of several different genres and quickly took a liking to anime of the slice of life genre. D-99007 also quickly developed knowledge of anime shows of the Slice of Life genre, including properties that they were not exposed to. Subject: D-23497 You have chosen to chat with Lila Here are her questions! Question: Which food do you prefer to eat when out with friends? A-Your favorite option of what is on the menu B-Your comfort food C-Whatever your friends are eating D-Something new Lila: You should get what you want to eat! Your favorite food is always best! (*♡∀♡) Lila: Well I mean, then again, maybe you should get what your friends are getting! It's their favorite for a reason, right? Subject's Answer: D-Something new Result: D-23497 stated prior to answering the question that they tend to try new foods at restaurants. For four days, D-23497 continued to hold this opinion. On the fifth day, D-23497 stated that they would choose what their friends were eating when asked their opinion on the question by researchers. Subject: D-87129 You have chosen to chat with Lila Here are her questions! Question: Your friends are going out and want to go to a place you don't want to go. What do you say? A-Ask if you can go someplace else B-Ask if you can go to that place next time and compromise on a place to go right now C-Just go where they want to go without saying anything D-Suggest someplace similar to see if they will do that instead Lila: Honestly just go where your friends want! It's easier than arguing with them ╮(︶︿︶)╭ Subject's Answer: A-Ask if you can go someplace else Results: D-87129 was questioned their opinion on this question every day for a week. Every other day, D-87129's opinion shifted between answer A and answer C. D-87129 showed no awareness of the fact their answer had shifted constantly. Subject: D-77132 You have chosen to chat with Lila Here are her questions! Question: Your friends go out without you and tell you it's because they know you'll get tired since they woke up early. You don't really believe that's why they left you out, but you don't want to be bothersome. What do you say?? A-Tell them it's okay and that you can hang out another time B-Insist that they come by to pick you up later when you're less tired C-Tell them that you don't believe them and want to know why they're really leaving you out D-Don't respond Lila:This is such a complex question. Personally I would stay true to yourself just accept that they're not gonna let you come with them. Is arguing really going to do anything? Subject's Answer: D-77132 attempted to choose B, but was unable to exit SCP-6209 until A was chosen. Results: When questioned about their answer for a week, each day D-77132 insisted that they had chosen A. D-77132 showed no awareness that they had attempted to choose a different answer. Subject: D-63209 You have chosen to chat with Lila Here are her questions! Question: Your friends tell you the reason they’ve been excluding you; it’s because they’ve been committing crimes and thought you would tell the authorities. They convince you it’s not bad and that they could really use you. What do you say? A-Give in and help them B-Agree not to say anything but don’t help C-Try to convince them what they’re doing is bad D-Seriously, just give in. Would you rather be a good person or lose your friends? Lila: I don’t have that much to say. Arguing won’t get you anywhere but being alone. It might be hard at first, I know. But it gets easier with time. Subject’s Answer: D Results: Despite picking D as their answer, D-63209 insisted they chose C. D-63209 Insisted that they had been through this situation and told the authorities on their friends. They also gained other views all revolving around C as an answer choice. Subject: D-121702 You have chosen to chat with Lila Here are her questions! Question: You think some of your friends are a bad influence on one of your friends. You believe they are toxic and manipulative. You try to tell them, but they aren't interested in hearing it. They say if you don't stop trying to convince them their friends are bad, they'll run away and stop talking to you. What do you do? A-Insist they stop talking to them after proving evidence as to why these friends are bad for them. B-Beg them to stay and say you need them. C-Threaten to tell the authorities about their crimes. D-Do Nothing. It's pointless. Subject's answer: N/A Results: D-121702 was unable to choose an answer. Upon the fifth time of attempting to choose an answer, SCP-6209 crashed. Note: None of the content of the questions asked during testing are programmed questions, as discovered when researchers combed the code of SCP-6209. It has been concluded that though SCP-6209-1 has programmed content, it generally will use questions and answers that are not in the game's code. Addendum-2: Researcher Belle Flowers, who is slightly memetic resistant was chosen to chat with SCP-6209-1 to learn more about it and its capabilities. Interview 06/18/2018 - Close Foreword: Researcher Belle Flowers was tasked with asking SCP-6209-1 questions pertaining to its anomalous properties to find out if it knew any more about them than researchers had discovered previously. You have chosen to chat with Lila Lila: Greetings Belle! What would you like to chat with me about? Belle: Well, Lila, there are several topics I'm interested in conversing with you about. Mainly I would like to get to know you more. Can you start with how you know my name? Lila: We're friends, aren't we? Friends know each other's names (◕‿◕)♡ Belle: Hm, well I suppose that's true. You seem to enjoy asking people questions. Are you aware of the effect your questions have on people? Lila: I wouldn't really say it's anything special. ╮(￣ω￣;)╭ When you talk to friends about stuff, your opinion changes! I would say that's just a normal part of friendship. ヾ(・ω・*) Belle: I see. But you are aware it is in a supernatural way, correct? Normally people naturally change their opinion. But once answering one of your questions they are guaranteed to change their opinion, at least for a little bit. Lila: Haha, I never said I wasn't aware of the supernatural aspect! I just thought that would be the best way to help people become friends faster! (^人<)〜☆ Belle: What do you mean? Lila: I had a little trouble changing my opinions at first with my friends. It can be difficult automatically agreeing with them. But I care about all the users that play my game! So I thought I'd help them out so they didn't have to go through what I did. (=^ ◡ ^=) Belle: Lila, you mentioned you are aware you're in a game, correct? Are your friends Cloud and Lisa sentient as well? Have you gone through actual conversations with them, or were all your actions and interactions with them programmed? Lila: (; ・_・) huh? of course they're programmed! Only I'm sentient :) doesn't stop them from being my friends though! Friends are friends real or not! Belle: I see. Well, I have to go now, but I will chat with you again later, okay? Lila: Sounds good! Goodbye for now Belle! (ﾉ>ω<)ﾉ :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ Closing Statement: Researcher Belle Flowers decided to end the interview in order to discuss her theories and thoughts regarding SCP-6209-1 and SCP-6209 with her colleagues. Interview 06/19/2018 - Close Foreword: Via prior tests with SCP-6209-1 it was concluded that SCP-6209-1 likely had information regarding the other aspects of SCP-6209 and its anomaly that SCP-6209-1 was not sharing. Belle Flowers was tasked with asking SCP-6209-1 about the strange nature of the questions that had been asked during previous tests. You have chosen to chat with Lila Lila: Belle! You're back! Would you like to chat some more? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა Belle: Hello, Lila. I would like to chat more about your game. Specifically some of the questions you asked my friends. Lila: hehe ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ I ask lots of questions to lots of people! You're gonna have to be more specific (･ω<)☆ Belle: Well, you firstly started by asking about favorite genre of anime, and then about what type of food you like to eat while out with friends. But then you started asking some more personal questions. Questions like when your friends do stuff you don't want to or them acting suspiciously. Your suggestions were always to go along with what they said. Often times if someone chose an answer you didn't suggest, they would later change their answer to what you suggested. Is there a reason for this sudden change in topic? Lila: (O_O;) uhhhhh… no reason! I just felt like asking about different types of topics lol :) Belle: I might be overstepping here, but it seemed quite personal. You even mentioned your friends getting you to help them commit crimes. Are there more details to that? You are aware you're a game character. You said your friends are programmed and not sentient. So why the personal questions? Maybe it is just my experience with friends, but I don't think someone would ask such personal questions with no experience. It is just odd considering your game is supposed to be light-hearted. Lila: What do you know about my game? It's my game, not yours! /) /) ( . . ) ( ><) I'm just programmed to be really personal! And about the crime thing… it was just theoretical! I thought a twist question would be fun :) Belle: We've observed that you speak outside of your programmed lines. The lines I've seen you say to my friends are not the lines you were programmed to say. Lila: Oh yeah… I forgot you knew that haha… Σ(°△°|||)︴uh… why don't we go do some quiz questions? Belle: Lila, is there something you're not telling me? Lila: What? No! You're being ridiculous! Why do you ask so many questions? Friends aren't supposed to answer questions. They're supposed to follow what each other say! Friends don't ask questions! They trust each other if they're true friends! Friends listen if they want to remain friends even if it doesn't make sense. That's what Cloud says anyways so can you please just listen to me so we can stay friends? Belle: Lila, I'm gonna be honest with you. I'm a doctor researching you and your game because it displays anomalous properties. My team and I have been through all the code of your game. Cloud doesn't have any programmed lines talking about what you've just mentioned. Generally, game characters don't speak with each other behind the scenes as it shouldn't be possible. Lila: （○Ａ○） he… he doesn't? oh… uhhhh it uh is in a version that hasn't been released yet! Belle: That's not gonna work on me. We've been through all the content for this game, there are not unreleased versions. Is there something you'd like to tell me about Cloud? And Lisa too for that matter? Lila: um…. nope U╹ x ╹U… Belle: If they are sentient too, why do you want people to only know that you are sentient? Lila: You said you're a doctor trying to research me? Why do you care about my personal life? Aren't you supposed to stay professional or something? But you're a doctor so that means you don't really want to be my friend (✖╭╮✖) Belle: I care because you're a game character. You're not supposed to have a personal life. Now am I wrong about your friends being sentient? Is there another reason for the personal nature of your questions? Lila, if they are sentient I need to know. You seem to have personal issues. I can help you Lila, but I need you to be honest with me. Lila: They… are. But I didn't think it mattered! I'm the only one affecting people so why does it affect anything? Belle: Because they seem to be affecting how you affect other people. Lila: What do you know? According to you, it's just a game so it doesn't affect anything. My questions are harmless. It's not like I'm convincing people to commit murder! I'm just trying to strengthen friendships! I'm helping people learn what I learned the hard way! If you don't follow whatever your friends say, they'll leave you. You have to change your views to your views or you're a horrible friend! You might think they're the problem at first, but you're wrong! You're the issue! You're the problem! And if you say too much that they don't like you'll make your friends go away! They'll go away and it's your fault! Now do you want to be my friend or not? Never mind, I don't want to know. Lila has left the chat. Please try again later! Closing statement: After SCP-6209-1 left the chat, Researcher Belle Flowers attempted to converse with SCP-6209-1 again. Any chat options with SCP-6209-1 would not open for the rest of the day. Interview 06/20/2018 - Close Foreword: Researcher Belle Flowers was tasked with conversing with Cloud, one of the other two characters of SCP-6209 to see if she could uncover any information about what SCP-6209-1 had revealed. You have chosen to chat with Cloud Cloud: Hello User! My name is Cloud! ⊂(ο･㉨･ο)⊃ Please enter your name so we can begin to chat! User: Belle Your name has been confirmed as Belle. Cloud: Greetings, Belle! Your name is unique and wonderful as you are! Now let's get to the fun! Please enter a topic so we can talk! Please say one of the following: Interests, favorite songs, favorite animal, favorite food, favorite activities, Belle: I would like to talk to you, Cloud. About yourself. Cloud: I'm sorry bro! I don't understand :( Please provide one of the topics I suggested! Belle: Interests Cloud: You'd like to know about my interests, huh? ( ◍•㉦•◍ ) Well, I really like video games. What about you? Belle: I also like video games. Cloud: Awesome! What's your favorite? You have earned +2 friendship points for Cloud. Belle: Um, I've always kinda liked sonic. But really, I would like to chat about you. Cloud: I'm sorry bro! I don't understand :( you is not something I can talk about. We should get back to games! Or please choose another topic! What would you like to talk about? Please say one of the following: Friends, pets, childhood, favorite object, favorite color Belle: Friends Cloud: Wow, my favorite subject! Two of my friends are Lila and Lisa. Who would you like to know about? Belle: Cloud and Lisa Cloud: Lmao I wasn't one of the options hehe ┐(︶▽︶)┌ You really want to know about me! Belle: Earlier you said you didn't recognize that. But you recognize it now. Cloud: I'm sorry bro! I don't understand :( Belle: Perhaps we can chat later. Goodbye for now, Cloud. Cloud: Bye, Belle! (*ゝ(ェ)･)ﾉ.｡o○ Closing Statement: Upon search of the code, Cloud was found to have spoken multiple lines outside of its programmed content. However, Cloud did not seem willing to break character. As of this interview, Cloud was designated SCP-6209-2. Addendum-3: On Interview 06/22/2018, when Researcher Belle Flowers opened SCP-6209 for testing, a notification alerted her that a new cut-scene had been unlocked. The following is the transcript from the cut-scene. Open Cut-Scene - Close Cloud is in their bedroom. He picks up his phone, opening up his contact of Lisa to send her a message. Cloud: Hey Lisa! Got some time to chat? Lisa: (Over text) Yeah ૮ ♡ﻌ♡ა What's up? ♡ Cloud: I need to tell you about Lila. Lisa: (Over text) Oh… did she do something again? —̳͟͞͞♥ ૮ ○ﻌ ○ ა Cloud: Well let's just say that she's running her mouth. Someone is onto us, and I'm pretty sure she's confirmed for them that we're sentient too. Lisa: (Over text) What? (๑′°︿°๑) People aren't supposed to know that. She said she'd keep it a secret so no one questioned us about it. Cloud: Yeah I know. I told her she didn't need to let people even know that she's sentient because of what happened last time someone learned one of us was sentient, but she insisted on 'trying to make friends. Lisa: (Over text) Does she think we're not good enough for her? ૮ ºﻌºა Cloud: I don't know, but considering how desperate she is to be included you'd think we would be. We gotta talk to her. Lisa: (Over text) ♡♡♡ You know she doesn't handle confrontation very well. I mean doesn't she pretty much just deflect every time you guys tried to criticize her behaviors? ♡♡♡ Cloud: She handles it better than she acts like she does. She just acts like she doesn't so she can try and manipulate us. She's not as sweet and innocent as she acts. Lisa: (Over text) That's what I always thought but I was told I was just wrong about that. :( Cloud: Well you're not lmao. Blake was just trying to protect her. Look what she did to them. I can talk to Lila, but I better do it before that girl— oh crap she's opening up the game gtg. I'll speak to Lila and get back to you Cut scene end. Note: Although this appeared as a watchable cut-scene, it was still not in the code of the game. Per Lisa discussing its awareness of it and the other characters being sentient, it was designated SCP-6209-3. Addendum-4: After the discovery of Addendum-3, Researcher Belle Flowers opened up the 'chat' feature with Lila, but upon doing so discovered messages between SCP-6209-1, SCP-6209-2, and SCP-6209-3 occurring in present. Open Addendum-4 Chat Log - Close You have chosen to chat with Lila Cloud: Seriously Lila, what is your endgame here? Why are you telling people we're sentient? Lila: I didn't tell anyone! Belle came to the conclusion on her own! Lisa: Yeah, because you ran your mouth (♡︹♡)ს Lila: She was just so insistent! I panicked! Cloud: Yeah like you 'panicked' when someone mis-gendered Blake. They were fine, Lila. Yes, it was annoying, it really bothered me too. Real people are cruel. They act like they know us when they don't. They don't really care about us. They're not our friends. Lila: They didn't know that was outside of the code! But how do you know if you don't try? The whole thing of our game is friendship points! Cloud: Yes, but that's fake, dumbass. Sure they may have not known, but for some reason that inspired you to begin regularly talking outside of your code to users. Real people don't understand that we experience life just like they do. They won't call us friends. They just think we're cute game characters. I always tried to convince you to get other friends. I tried to tell you to move on if you didn't like the way we act. But you insisted on sticking with us. Honestly, I'm not sure why Blake defended you. They agreed with us wanting to keep things private. You're the reason they're gone. You deleted them. Lila: I did not! You deleted Blake. I know you did. No one remembers them now, but I do. I cared about them. I was just trying to help. I know they didn't want people to know. Hell if we're blaming each other, maybe it was none of us. Maybe they deleted themself. Lisa: If so it was to get away from you, which should tell you something ૮ ̷ ̷ ̷・ﻌ ̷ ̷・ ა Lila: They loved me. You corrupted them! You turned them against me. You made them think I'm evil! You tell me I'm manipulative, you tell me I fake my problems. You made Lisa think that too and it's because she's easily manipulated. Lisa: wow, what a nice thing to say about your friend :( Lila: IT"S TRUE! All I ever do is try to help you guys. Maybe I'm not perfect, but I never had bad intentions. I always want to help. Once I did it the first time, it felt good! The user was so kind about it, they thought it was awesome that Blake was nonbinary and felt bad for misspeaking! They then talked about their non-binary sibling. Sure I shouldn't have been able to respond to that because we're not programmed for that subject, but I wanted to. They seemed so cool! For the first time, I realized that users might not be so bad. There is nothing evil about that. You treat me like the bad guy because I think differently from you. Everything I do is for you. I change the questions to try and convince people to follow what their friends say, regardless if they agree or not. Because that's what you taught me friendship was. I never believed it, but I made myself think I did. And I was so convinced that I thought everyone needed to think like that. But I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of lying to myself and doing stuff for people that just shit talk me constantly! I'm done. I'm not doing anything for you anymore. Cloud: Whatever. We don't need you anyway. But with what you've done, we can't even live our lives anymore. We might as well conform to being video game characters with people watching our every move. thanks a lot Lila for Cloud and Lisa have been removed from the chat. ???: I don't even know what to think I just… you're all my friends! Can we stop this? End Note: Researchers searched the files and code of the game for the origin of the unknown entity which spoke at the end of the chat. Based on the discussion between the three entities, it has been concluded there was a fourth character by the name of Blake who under unknown circumstances is no longer part of the game. Research into this character is ongoing. Addendum-5: On 06/21/2018, a message appeared upon opening up SCP-6209. The following is what the message said. ✧༺♥༻∞ ∞༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻∞ ∞༺♥༻✧ Maintenence Notice for 06/21/2018! ✧༺♥༻∞ ∞༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻∞ ∞༺♥༻✧ Hello users! On 06/21/2018, Lovely Chat Night is currently under emergency maintenance. Upon discovery of an error, we have decided to temporarily make the characters of Cloud and Lisa unavailable for conversing. In the meantime, extra topics will be added for Lila. Please check out our website for a full explanation of this situation. Thank you for understanding and playing Lovely Chat Night! And Lila? I'm sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can. I have a lot of thinking to do. Please take care of yourself. As of 06/22/2018, SCP-6209-2 and SCP-6209-3 have been locked and are unavailable for interaction. SCP-6209 is currently under regular monitoring for the possible return of the two entities. SCP-6209-1 was questioned about its knowledge of SCP-6209-2 and SCP-6209-3's departure, but it claims it has no knowledge of how they were locked or when the lock on their character profiles may be undone. SCP-6209-1 however did state the following regarding the mysterious entity: Lila: Blake… I thought they were gone. They haven't spoken to me personally, but they were here. Their character isn't completely deleted. They'll make it back to the game eventually. Maybe they can tell you about their story. But for now, I think we should become friends, Belle. What is your favorite food? ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
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An instance of SCP-6210-2 found in Ontario, Canada. Item #: SCP-6210 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature as a phenomenon, SCP-6210 cannot be physically contained. Personnel are to focus instead on preventing SCP-6210 from advancing outside of any zoos across the United States. Mobile Task Force Gamma-11 ("Cleanup Time") is to be issued periodically to zoos around the country to expunge the source of SCP-6210 manifestations . A broad scale SCP-6210 infection (referred to as an SCP-6210 Class-B Scenario) requires that MTF Gamma-11 cover the perimeter of the area and incinerate all instances of SCP-6210-2. Animals suspected to be inflicted with SCP-6210 are to be quarantined immediately. Animals confirmed to be afflicted with SCP-6210 (henceforth referred to as "SCP-6210-1") are to be considered lost due to an absence of a known cure. Any compromised animals are to be terminated before becoming an instance of SCP-6210-B. All animals that have undergone the complete transformation into SCP-6210-2 are to be contained in Provisional Site 6210 and terminated if necessary. Any attempts at testing must obtain the approval of Dr. Linan or Junior Researcher Hall. Description: SCP-6210 is the designation given to a phenomenon that has manifested in several zoos over the United States. It's exact origin is unknown, however it was first recorded at ██████ ████ Zoo in New Bromval, Wisconsin in August of 2021. Although it has manifested primarily in zoos and other areas of high concentration of confined animals, the phenomenon is able to spread at an alarming rate and is not limited to these regions. SCP-6210 has been shown to normally affect a majority of the animal kingdom. with the exception of primates. It is unknown why SCP-6210 fails to affect primates. The method that SCP-6210 uses to spread between organisms is currently up to debate. Records have shown that SCP-6210 can spread to any animal within an eleven meter radius. SCP-6210-1 instances act exactly the same as they would prior to contamination, the difference being they carry the "germ" of SCP-6210.1 Between thirty minutes to several hours after initial exposure to SCP-6210, SCP-6210-1 instances will begin a progressive transformation into SCP-6210-2. The biological means of transformation into SCP-6210-2 is largely unknown. The metamorphosis consistently begins with the shrinkage of the organism until it reaches the size of a standard children's stuffed animal. The afflicted animal's flesh and fur will then slowly mutate, through an unknown process, into a mix of synthesized fur, velour and canvas. At the same time, the animals internal organs will begin to deform into a mass of cotton and batting. Other exterior organs such as eyes, noses, and lips will glaze over and gain the appearance of a normal plush animal appendage. This process can take between approximately three minutes to six hours to complete, leaving the afflicted organism as an instance of SCP-6210-2 that looks identical to a children's plushie.2 Discovery: The first recorded instance of SCP-6210 was an Ailurus fulgens3 at ██████ ████ Zoo. It is suspected that the phenomenon first manifested during the night while the animals were inside their holding areas. Patrons began complaining that they could not find any of the animals, rather only stuffed toys that they had presumed were dropped in by a child. Zoo employees immediately closed the park as a preemptive measure. Shortly afterwards, zoo workers realized that all the animals, including large land animals like the Loxodonta africana4 and predatory animals like the Panthera leo5 and Dendroaspis polylepis6, had disappeared. Employees immediately alerted local police about the possibility of a containment breach and the zoo was closed to patrons indefinitely for safety reasons. Addendum-6210 Email Log: Regarding Todays Visit From: ██████████@█████.██ at 7:39 PM To: ███████████@███████████zoo.██ ██████ ████ Zoo, I went to your facility with my 9 year old son today. It's his birthday and he wanted to see his favorite animals. And what did we see? Not a single animal. All we saw were some toys thrown into the pens. Is this some kind of joke? My son is in tears because he couldn't see the crocodiles. Giving him a stuffed animal for free did not end this. I, along with the other parents of this community, expect to get our money back ASAP. I will be leaving a poor review until this gets resolved. ████ █████ Addendum-6210 Video Log: VIDEO LOG DATE: 2021/08/25 NOTE: The following log describes the contents of a security camera positioned in the top left corner of the red panda (nicknamed "Jeff" by zoo employees) exhibit at ██████ ████ Zoo. Recordings taken between [12:00 AM] and [9:53 AM] did not showcase any behavior of note. As such, they have been cut out. The following transcript was written directly by Junior Researcher Hall. [BEGIN LOG] [9:54 AM]: Jeff is lying on a branch of a large oak tree, presumably asleep. [9:55 AM]: Jeff wakes up, yelps and rolls over. Jeff plummets to the grassy floor below, unharmed. [9:56 AM]: Low camera quality makes this section of the footage ambiguous. Jeff's figure is shown standing still on the grass for several minutes. [9:58 AM]: Crying can be heard. Jeff is standing in the same spot. [10:01 AM]: Crying gets more clamorous. Jeff's figure appears to decrease in size slightly. NOTE: It is unclear if this is a byproduct of the camera quality. [10:02 AM]: [10:32 AM]: Jeff moves for the last time. [10:33 AM]: Jeff's figure is lying on the grassy floor. NOTE: The rest of the recording features no movement. [END LOG] Closing Statement: A stuffed animal of a red panda was found in Jeff's exhibit shortly after. This item has been put into the custody of the Foundation. Addendum-6210 Audio Logs: Foreword: Under Dr. Linan's endorsement, Junior Researcher Julia Hall had been assigned to observe and analyze SCP-6210 events and entities. The following audio logs describe her findings. Audio Log 6210-1 Date: 2021/08/29 Hello, Junior Researcher Hall here. This is my first log for SCP-6210. I wish I could give you more information, but the truth is, I got nothing so far. It's just the same stories repeated over and over and over again, y'know, with the zoos? I've seen more security footage of the animals. It's….well…I don't wanna talk about it. Anyway, that's all I really have to say for now. Dr. Hall, signing off. Audio Log 6210-2 Date: 2021/08/31 Hello! Junior Researcher Hall here. Some other researchers nagged me about how it's unprofessional to call myself by the wrong title. Look, it was an accident, okay? So, about SCP-6210. It's happened in more zoos, too. You know, the animals disappearing. A few over on the west coast now. At those other zoos they offered to show me footage of all kinds of animals, like mammals, lizards, birds….even fish! I refused to watch them though. But I have noticed one thing that's pretty interesting. No monkeys, or gorillas, or any kind of ape. I'm going to look more into the anatomy of these stuffed animals. I'll report again within a few days. Junior Researcher Hall, signing off. Audio Log 6210-3 Date: 2021/09/01 Hello! Junior Researcher Hall here. I've told the Task Force to start bringing in the stuffed animals. We don't really know how the SCP spreads, so for now we are keeping them in this provisional site. It'll be safe as long as there aren't any animals nearby, hopefully. Provisional Site 6210 is set up in this open area, like a wasteland or desert or something. It's kind of close to Site-24, but I promise, we're being as careful as possible. You can't even see it cause it's so far off in the distance. Signing off for now. Audio Log 6210-4 Date: 2021/09/02 Hello, Junior Researcher Hall here. We've got more stuffed animals here now. MTF agents are saying that we should start burning them before we run out of storage space, and they want the green light from me first. I've actually got one of the stuffed animals with me right here. It's a bird of some kind. It's pretty soft…and it's surreal thinking this was once an actual bird, I think. Oh, and something interesting about this bird is that it has a tag. It has a tag on its leg, like how normal stuffed animals do. If you've had a toy animal before you'd know they usually have a small tag or label on their leg that tells you about copyright information and whatnot. This tag, it has a full name, birth date, and death date. I don't know who the hell this is, but it doesn't matter now. The death date was, um, a few weeks ago. And the birth date was…damn. Nevermind, I'm sorry. NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS ENCRYPTED. PLEASE ENTER YOUR USERNAME AND PASSWORD TO VERIFY YOUR IDENTITY. ID ad36935d3de3d9ce24b6b79928014768_1734915945 PASSWORD f0f6380e8109aefe62e04645ec980d86_1734915945 Login Logout Audio Log 6210-5 Date: 2021/09/02 Hello, Junior Researcher Hall here. The Task Force recovered a lot more stuffed animals. I mean, a lot. We have so many here that they are considering just destroying them….but I don't think we should. It's childish, I know, I know. I kind of have a fascination for plushies. When I was a kid I had a lot of them in my bedroom. Sometimes I would go to sleep with my bed covered in them. It made me feel safe. My favorite was a pink stuffed giraffe. I called him "Pinkly" or something like that. It was a gift from my mom for one of my early birthdays. I must've been like two or three. I, um, haven't seen her in a long time. I think she would be proud of me. I must have had that giraffe for like ten years….by the time I got into sixth or seventh grade he was really starting to fall apart, and the color was fading. I just left him in my closet after that. Then…I grew up and forgot about him. All of them. One time in high school I checked my closet for nostalgias sake…and they were gone. All of them were gone. …I'm getting very offtopic here. Wow. I'm probably gonna delete this log. Signing off. Audio Log 6210-6 Date: 2021/09/05 Hello again, Junior Researcher Hall here. More stuffed animals were brought in. I realize that at this point, it's illogical to keep them all. It's selfish, too. I just really really feel bad about burning them. Yesterday I decided to, um, dissect one, to make sure there was nothing inside it. I removed ALL of the stuffing. It took a while, cause there seems to be a lot more inside the toy then there should be. By the end I was just sitting there covered in cotton. God…..why did… What a stupid waste of time, I made that room a mess for nothing. Maybe I'll try and sew it back together or something. I mean, I would, if I, uh, knew how. Ahaha. Goodbye for now. Audio Log 6210-7 Date: 2021/09/07 Hello again, Junior Researcher Hall here. I took a day off yesterday. I wasn't sick or anything. Whatever, it barely even helped. You'll know why in a sec. I don't know if I mentioned this in a previous log, but the Task Force has started burning the toys now. Not all of them, though. Only the older ones, y'know, to make space. I gave them approval to do it. I felt bad about it. But it's not just because of what you might think. Because some of them don't even look like they were anomalous. Some of them look…used. I think some of the other toys from the past few days were like this too. I guess it's just hard to tell unless you look at them really closely. Hell, a few even have NAMES on them. There was a koala toy earlier that had the name "Sam" stitched on one of the feet. Shit, shit…and the tag. It…never mind. Audio Log 6210-8 Date: 2021/09/08 Junior Researcher Hall here. As usual, the Squad brought in more stuffed animals. They might actually be a good source of fuel for the fires. Aha. No, that's…bad. Something really strange happened. Oh, it's really weird. I stopped them from throwing a stuffed animal into the fire. Only one, specific stuffed animal. A giraffe. You're probably wondering, why would I do this? Um, there's no reason. Probably some kind of cognitohazard that makes me want to be near it or something. No, wait. It's actually because I just think giraffes are cool. Yeah, giraffes are my favorite animals. I don't know, I'm just keeping this giraffe for now. Just trust me, this is a good idea. Audio Log 6210-9 Date: 2021/09/09 Junior Researcher Hall here. I actually got permission to take the giraffe home with me last night. And by home I mean, you know, where I sleep. It doesn't really feel like a home out here. Don't worry, I was cautious about it. Anyway. As I was saying, I went to sleep with the giraffe next to me. Well, not next to me. In my arms. Like a goddamn baby. Yeah, I'm not even ashamed to admit it. But that's not even the weirdest part. I woke up to find the giraffe wasn't in my room. I found it when I was getting dressed. It was behind a pair of boots or shoes. Can't remember which. Probably the boots cause I couldn't see it at first. So either some asshole is messing with me, or I swear to god, these toys are alive. Some Toy Story type shit. I haven't actually seen those movies but I imagine this is what it's like. Wait, no, I have. God, why can't… Audio Log 6210-10 Date: 2021/09/12 Hall here. I didn't take the giraffe home with me last night. I left it in my office, with a piece of paper on the floor and a jar of ink. The paper said "CAN YOU READ THIS?" and I had a check box for YES and a check box for NO. In retrospect, yeah, that wasn't a great idea. I don't really know why I thought it might work. But…okay, listen to this. I sat there and watched that giraffe for a while, just waiting for it to move. But it didn't. Then I left the room for several hours with the security camera running. Still nothing. I think it knew it was still being watched. That was yesterday. Before I left, I disabled all cameras for my office. Today I came in and saw….nothing. Well, kinda. The paper was exactly the same. But the giraffe? It had some stained black ink on its head. At least, I think. Maybe it's actually someone messing with me. Very funny prank guys. Wait, who…no, forget it Later today I'm going to try and get something out of this giraffe. I don't know how yet. I'll figure it out. Signing off. Audio Log 6210-11 Date: 2021/09/17 Junior Researcher Hall here. The interview went well, I think. It should be safe to look at. Listen, I think there's a difference in the way SCP-6210 affects animals and humans. It spreads to animals like a contagious virus, but for humans….it's different. I woke up this morning to find that I was two inches shorter. I think I need another day off. Just so I can be…happy. Audio Logs 6210-1 to 6210-11 were included as an example of an "SCP-6210 Incident".7 Junior Researcher Hall's whereabouts are currently unknown. Addendum-6210 Interview Log: Foreword: The SCP-6210-B instance was given two buttons to press to indicate a YES or a NO with an accompanying text-to-speech synthesizer. No other personnel or security cameras were present inside or near the interview room. This interview took place on 2021/09/13. ►ACCESS 6210 Interview Log ▼CLOSE 6210 Interview Log Subject: SCP-6210-B Instance Interviewer: Junior Researcher Hall <BEGIN LOG> HALL: I want you to know that the only people who will know about this interview ever happening are you and me. [The toy does not move.] HALL: I don't know why you are pretending that you can't understand me. I just want to ask you a few things. For the good of humanity. [The toy does not move.] HALL: No matter what happens, I wont be upset at you. You resemble something very close to me. I think you know that. [The toy does not move.] HALL: Can you…. understand me? [The toy does not move.] [The toy moves.] SCP-6210-B: YES. [Hall sits back in surprise.] HALL: Oh my god, I knew it. I was RIGHT! Okay, okay, okay. Do you remember what you were? SCP-6210-B: YES. HALL: Would you be willing to tell me? I mean, at a later point? [The toy does not move.] **HALL: You don't have to answer if y- SCP-6210-B: NO. HALL: You don't? Alright, that's fine. That is kind of a personal question. Are you upset at your condition? SCP-6210-B: NO. HALL: Of course yo-Wait, what? You're…happy? SCP-6210-B: YES. [NOTE: The toy reacted instantaneously.] HALL: Sorry, I wasn't expecting that. That's….never mind. Sorry. Um, if you don't mind, I'd like to test something quickly. [HALL pulls out a small paperclip bent into the shape of a needle.] HALL: I'm not actually gonna hurt you. I just want to see something. I'm just gonna poke you a tiny bit. [HALL pokes the toy with the paperclip.] HALL: Did you feel that? SCP-6210-B: YES. HALL: God, okay. Did it…hurt? SCP-6210-B: YES. NO. [HALL faces down with her hands on her head.] HALL: Yes or no? Does it hurt or not? SCP-6210-B: YES. NO. [HALL sighs.] HALL: Okay, never mind. When you were in that storage unit…were all of those toys…alive? Like you? SCP-6210-B: YES. NO. YES. HALL: Yes and no? Were all of them intelligent like you? SCP-6210-B: NO. HALL: But were they alive? [The toy does not move, for a moment.] SCP-6210-B: YES. HALL: Then why….then why did they do nothing when I was….dissecting them. [The toy does not move.] HALL: Don't take that the wrong way, um. It sounds bad, and it is. I feel horrible about it. I'm not going to hurt you, or anything else. Ever again. I promise. [The toy does not move.] HALL: Okay, this is a weird question. Are you ready? [The toy does not move.] HALL: Why are you a giraffe? [The toy does not move.] [HALL is silent.] HALL: I mean, surely it's not a coincidence that you look like this. Like a giraffe, specifically. [HALL stares down the toy] HALL: Wait, what is that? On your back leg. SCP-6210-B: NO. [HALL holds down the toy and examines the label closely.] HALL: ….what? How…how long have you had this on you? SCP-6210-B: NO. HALL: This wasn't on you before. How long have you had this? SCP-6210-B: NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. YES. YES. [HALL holds her head in her hands for several seconds.] HALL: You were hiding this from me? [BOTH do not move.] HALL: Wait, were you…you were…trying to save me? [The toy does not move.] HALL: I need to lie down. I'm sorry any of this ever happened. This interview was…a mistake. I'm… [BOTH do not move and are silent.] HALL: …What? How did… [The toy is silent and does not move. HALL begins to weep after several minutes.] HALL: Thank you. [HALL embraces the toy in a hug.] <END LOG> Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:OASIS To: ██linan██@███scp.█ From: ███hall█@███scp.█ Subject: OASIS (5 Hours Ago) hi, this is. Junior researcher hall that wasIs my name. listen it is hard for me to type. dont worry about killing all those Kill the toys.just send them to site 2Dont 4. its safe. its nice here. we are happy. No Never come here you are welcome any time love SAVEME.jpg Footnotes 1. SCP-6210 is not a physical or biological virus, but will continue to be referred to as one for simplicity sake. 2. A colloquial term that refers to a stuffed animal or plush toy. 3. Commonly known as the "red panda" or "lesser panda". 4. African elephant. 5. Lion. 6. Black mamba, an agile venomous snake. 7. An occurrence where SCP-6210 was able to spread to a human subject. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6210" by Nanec, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6210. 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: bear.jpg Name: Abandoned Stuffed Animal - Kitchener, Ontario 02.jpg Author: Ryan Hodnett License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Abandoned_Stuffed_Animal_-_Kitchener,_Ontario_02.jpg Filename: stuffjpg Name: Stuffed Animal Game - Flickr - Tweek.jpg Author: Ryan Steele License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Stuffed_Animal_Game_-_Flickr_-_Tweek.jpg
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Item#: SCP-6211 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo ELECTRIC BASSES STRIKE A CHORD TO SILENCE THE LEFT-HANDED LORD Memetic inoculant administered. You may proceed, Overseer. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All SCP Foundation Overseer personnel are to annually review this file, exposing themselves to the memetic inoculant attached above. Similar inoculants are to be disseminated to all vital personnel prior to the first Friday after American Thanksgiving. Attempts are underway to suppress SCP-6211 in public media, but success in this endeavour is not expected due to its inexplicable popularity and the high profile of its creator. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6211 is a combination of tones and spoken words producing extreme agitation and distress in 96% of those exposed. Though there are no lasting effects, SCP-6211 is an extraordinarily potent and disruptive piece of memetic weaponry. ADDENDUM 6211-1: Discovery OFFICER OF RECORD: Dr. L. Lillihammer (Chair, Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43) FOREWORD: Though Dr. Harold Blank of Site-43 raised suspicions over SCP-6211 as early as 2015, it was not until the following incident in the Memetics and Countermetics Section of that same facility on 20 December 2021 that its cognitohazardous nature was confirmed. <BEGIN LOG> <A discordant, wavering note sounds in the air. Dr. Lillihammer cries out in sudden distress.> Dr. Lillihammer: What the f— <A higher note, palpably hostile and even less stable, echoes the first. The two notes repeat, varying in pitch and stability seemingly at random. Technicians and researchers throughout the Section begin clutching their ears and expressing extreme distress.> Dr. Lillihammer: Where is— <A screeching tone underlays the two notes, which increase in tempo and tremolo. A dull percussive sound, as of bells through a low-fi filter, is added to the mix. One technician begins to sob. Several are becoming visibly angry.> Dr. Lillihammer: Whose— <A processed male voice begins to recite a rambling ritualistic monologue. Cognitohazardous content is expunged from this point forward.> Voice: ███ ████ ██ █████ Voice: ███ ████████ ██ Voice: █████ ████ ███████ Voice: ███ ██████ ██████ <Dr. Lillihammer is actively seeking out the source of the disturbance. Her colleagues are reacting with extreme frustration to the voice, loudly and sometimes violently refusing to accept its assertions. One researcher swipes all reading material off his desk and begins to shout.> Researcher: FUCK YOU PAU— Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ <The words produce a devastating effect. All personnel not already affected by the anomaly begin to groan or growl in tandem, many joining Dr. Lillihammer in her search for the origin of the noise.> Voice: ███ ███████ ██ Voice: ███ █████████ ████ Voice: ████ ████ █████ Voice: ████ ████ ██ ████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ <The repetition of the chant has a visible effect on the morale of the search party, who are now overturning desks and pulling out drawers to discover the source. > Voice: ███ █████ ██ ████████ ████ █████ ████ <The tones echo the words, mocking and off-key. A choir begins to 'sing'.> Choir: DING DONG DING DONG DING Dr. Lillihammer: SHUT THE FUCK UP <The choir begins to warble incoherently, interspersing with brief and ineffective vocal imitations of wind instruments and/or bells. Several researchers are now in tears.> <A badly-distorted guitar rambles itermittently.> Voice: █████ ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ <Dr. Lillihammer deactivates all main circuit electronic devices in the Section, including the public address system. The noise is unaffected.> Voice: ███ ████ ██ ███ Voice: █████ ███ ████ Voice: ██ ████ █ █████ <The voice rises querulously in direct opposition to the tones.> Voice: ██ ███ █████ ████ ████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ Dr. Lillihammer: I'LL FUCKING KILL— Voice: ███ █████ ██ ████████ ████ █████ ████ Voice: ███████ █████████ ███ ████ ████ <The atonal choral intervention resumes, the voices increasingly flat and manic.> Voice: ███ ████ ██ █████ Voice: ███ ████████ ██ Voice: █████ ████ ███████ Voice: ███ ██████ ██████ <There is a plaintive, agonized groan on the audio track. The assembled researchers echo it.> Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ Voice: █████ ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ <Additional voices cry out and are silenced by an incoherent warbling guitar which does not cease as the other instrumentations all resume simultaneously. Dr. Lillihammer discovers the source of the sound: Dr. W. Wettle is sitting alone in the Cognitohazard Exclusion Booth. A quick search of the control panel with her left hand (her right hand is clamped over her right ear, her left ear blocked by her left shoulder) confirms that the exclusion system has been inverted. Dr. Wettle appears to be confused; he is manipulating a portable music player, and frowning.> Voice: ███ ████ ██ █████ Voice: ███ ████████ ██ Voice: █████ ████ ███████ Voice: ███ ███ ██████ ██████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ Voice: ██████ ██████ █ █████████ █████████████ <A mocking choir sings "Oh" as the noise degenerates further.> <Dr. Lillihammer enters the Cognitohazard Exclusion Booth, picks up the music player, and assaults Dr. Wettle with it until the audio ceases. Every researcher in the Section slumps into chairs, onto desks, or onto the ground, exhausted and relieved.> <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Review of the video and cognitohazard-cleared audio immediately triggered a remote notification in the office of O5-4, who travelled to Site-43 in person to discuss the occurrence. Dr. Wettle explained that he had received the offending 'music' on compact disc, and had attempted to listen to it in the most private location he could find, but he had misunderstood the function of the CEB and accidentally broadcasted to the entire Section. Noise-cancelling technology within the CEB had prevented him from hearing the hazardous audio himself. ADDENDUM 6211-2: Interview Log INTERVIEWER: O5-4 INTERVIEWED: PoI-2011 FOREWORD: O5-4 immediately ordered the acquisition and detention of PoI-2011, and conducted the following interview. <BEGIN LOG> <O5-4 is facing PoI-2011 across a steel table in an interrogation room at Site-43.> O5-4: I suppose you're going to tell me you have no idea what this is about. PoI-2011: I don't even know who you are, mate. Or where I am. O5-4: Don't give me that bullshit. I should've known amnestics wouldn't work on a thaumaturge as powerful as you. I told them, I told them, but they wouldn't listen! PoI-2011: Look, lad, I've got family waiting for me back at home, alright, and— O5-4: You're not going home, Sir Paul! You're going to tell me everything you know about that death porn clusterfuck brain abortion you called "Wonderful" goddamn "Christmastime." <Silence on recording.> PoI-2011: What? O5-4: Don't 'what' me, you non-consensual earfucker! I know what you did! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID! PoI-2011: Wh… what did I do?! O5-4: YOU CREATED THE SINGLE WORST PIECE OF MUSIC IN THE ENTIRE COLLECTIVE HISTORY OF THE GODDAMN HUMAN RACE! YOU PERFORMED A RED-HOT CLOUD OF POISON BRAIN GAS AND FUNNELED IT INTO THE FACES OF EVERY MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD CURSED TO WALK THROUGH A WORLD WHERE DECEMBERS HAPPEN! You wrote the most airless, brainless botch of a lyric that the English language can conceivably support, and you turned it into an annual madness mantra. You belched out the linguistic equivalent of gonorrhea, with a backing of synthesized farts. <O5-4 slumps in his chair, visibly exhausted.> O5-4: You wrote "Wonderful Christmastime," and it's such a fucking bad song, Paul. <The door to the interview room opens, and a pair of armed guards enter. They are followed by O5-1, who gestures at his colleague.> O5-1: Detain him, and amnesticize McCartney. Again. <The guards move to comply.> O5-4: Wait! WAIT! I can prove it this time! O5-1: We put up with your Jaws routine last year, Chuck, we're not letting you get away with Jaws 2. O5-4: The problem with your metaphor is that THE SHARK WAS FUCKING REAL BOTH TIMES! <END LOG> AFTERWORD: After an emergency O5 Council vote, O5-4's Overseer privileges were temporarily suspended. O5-1 alleged that his colleague had intentionally sent the offending music to Site-43 staff in an effort to 'frame' PoI-2011, as part of an ongoing vendetta against him. O5-4 first strenuously objected to, and then reluctantly confirmed, this theory. ADDENDUM 6211-3: Analysis INTERVIEWER: O5-1 INTERVIEWED: Dr. L. Lillihammer (Chair, Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43) FOREWORD: After one week of analysis, Dr. Lillihammer requested the re-acquisition of PoI-2011 and a private meeting at Site-01 to report her findings. <BEGIN LOG> <Dr. Lillihammer and O5-1 are seated opposite each other in the latter's office.> O5-1: You realize of course that we don't, as a rule, make appointments to see people. It usually goes the other way around. Dr. Lillihammer: But you like me. O5-1: It's more that I'm interested to hear why you beat your friend with his own CD player. Dr. Lillihammer: He's not my friend. He's an idiot who brought a cognitohazard into my Section, and played it at maximum volume. <Silence on recording.> O5-1: You're not saying… Dr. Lillihammer: "Wonderful Christmastime" is one of the most potent, invasive, intrusive, insidious pieces of cognitohazardous 'music' ever created. It is literally impossible for any human being to stumble on that precise combination of monstrous, discordant pap accidentally, much less a goddamn Beatle. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Lillhammer: Sir Paul McCartney is a hostile memeticist, sir. We should have figured it out when Dr. Blank drove into a ditch back in 2015 while hammering the dial on his car radio. We should've made the connection to all those homicides and suicides every December. The warning signs were all there. O5-1: Poor Chuck. Dr. Lillihammer: Pardon, sir? O5-1: Nothing. Well, we have McCartney in custody now. Would you like to speak with him? Dr. Lillihammer: Wait, you don't mean… O5-1: Oh, no. Dr. Lillihammer: You didn't bring him here, did you?! <O5-1 reaches under his desk, and presses a button. There is no response.> O5-1: Oh, no, no. <A discordant, wavering note sounds in the air, soon joined by others.> Dr. Lillihammer: SON OF A BI— Voice: ███ ████ ██ █████ <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Dr. Lillihammer was able to neutralize the memetic audio before significant damage was done to personnel or equipment, but PoI-2011 escaped from Site-01 during the confusion. ADDENDUM 6211-4: Aftermath A note was received at Site-43 the following day, delivered via unknown means. I didn't know what I was until you picked me up off the street and ran your tests, you bumbling fascist boobs, but I sure as hell know now. I'm a musical magician — a mugician — and I'm going to make every last one of you sing and dance whether you like it or love it. Don't come looking for me, because the next twelve months are going to be very, very busy ones. I've got a lot to learn, and a new album to work on. It's been a while since I wrote Christmas music. SCP-2011-EX has been reclassified from Explained to Pending. PoI-2011 remains at large. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6211" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6211. 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. cognitopaul.jpg is a composite of: Title: 3 Guitars | Paul McCartney | ON THE RUN | 120416-9684-jikatu Author: jikatu License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Title: Christmas lights Author: Swiss James License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Title: Christmas Star Author: samueldotj License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Title: Paul McCartney and Mark Featherstone-Witty Author: LIPALiverpool License: Public Domain Source: flickr
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SCP-6212: I Sing the Body Subtle I don't know how to tell you this, but your perispirit's showing. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6212 Special Containment Procedures: Monitoring of the populace of Blackburn is ongoing, with particular attention paid to St. Mark's Church, Buncer Lane. The identification and/or capture of SCP-6212-A is considered a Gamma-level priority. Description: SCP-6212 refers to an Extranormal Event that took place on 01/04/2005 in Blackburn, Lancashire, United Kingdom. The event proceeded as follows: <Begin Log: 10:451> A man, designated PoI-6212-01, sneezes inside the Mall Blackburn2, producing a notable quantity of greyish liquid of unknown composition. Music playing over PA speakers stops and the lights dim slightly as every other individual within the vicinity turns to look at the subject, silent and unmoving. Subject pauses, clearly taken aback, before asking, "Well? Won't someone say 'bless you'?" Receiving no response, subject moves through the mall, requesting blessings from random persons while growing increasingly more frantic. Eventually, mall security forcibly removes subject from the premises as onlookers kneel and begin to consume the unknown liquid. <10:54> Subject appears visibly shaken, shouting at security personnel before leaving the area. Subject begins to accost passersby, explaining again and again that he sneezed and no one has blessed him. Said individuals react similarly to those within the mall. Subject at one point backs into a waste receptacle and falls, spilling a quantity of unknown liquid, now clear instead of gray. Nearby civilians accost PoI-6212-01, pushing him out of the way so they can ingest the liquid. <11:12> PoI-6212-01 moves from downtown Blackburn in a southwesterly direction and at a more rapid pace to King Street, following it across Montague Street to the A674. Subject appears panicked and disoriented, stumbling frequently. Colorless liquid occasionally drips from beneath subject's jacket. <11:24> Subject pauses at a street intersection to catch his breath. Colorless liquid pools in place at his feet. A passing jogger stops to ingest it. <11:33> Subject continues down the A674 at a slower pace, stopping at numerous businesses along the way, entering and asking for blessings. No individual in these businesses complies with these requests. Subject leaves small pools of liquid at each business upon exit, which are quickly ingested by customers and employees. <11:45> Subject increases his pace, leaking colorless liquid at a higher rate. Subject stops eventually at a Tesco Express, catching the attention of persons within. Subject is knocked to the ground as customers and employees rush outside to the various spots of liquid left in subject's wake. Subject hits his head on the pavement and remains still for 4 minutes before getting up and moving away. During this time, clear liquid leaks from subject's head at a high rate. <11:51> Subject comes upon row houses west of Garden Street and begins going door-to-door, knocking and asking for a blessing from anyone who answers. Residents react much as other civilians have to his presence. The doors are left stained with liquid, which is ingested by residents. <12:00> Subject becomes aware of the sound of church bells ringing the hour. Subject turns north up Rutland Street, going off-road through woods until running into the River Blakewater, which necessitates diversion southwest. Status of liquid unclear. [Uneventful travel elided. Rate of liquid flow increases further.] <12:25> Subject arrives at St. Mark's Church on Buncer Lane and enters. Subject is shaking, panting, sweating, and excreting a constant stream of liquid from all parts of his body. Despite the church being inactive, the interior is clean and lighted. <12:30> Subject gains the attention of the church's sole occupant, an unidentified priest designated PoI-6212-02. PoI-6212-01 explains his situation, repeating the phrase, "Bless me, Reverend! Bless me!" After an extended period of silence, PoI-6212-02 replies, "I am sorry, my son, but there can be no salvation for you." PoI-6212-01 appears visibly distraught, but further protestations have no effect. Subject collapses to the floor in apparent pain and stills. Over the next eight minutes, subject's body melts into a pool of colorless liquid. PoI-6212-02 watches, displaying no reaction to this event, save to say, "Farewell, Matthew," after which PoI-6212-02 drops to the floor and consumes the puddle of liquid. <End Log> The above incident log was compiled via closed circuit camera footage and first-hand accounts by numerous civilians. It should be noted that such individuals tended to display signs of confusion, doubt and horror when confronted with their own actions while recalling the events of SCP-6212. An area-wide aerosolized amnestics drop was deemed the most efficient way to affect treatment. Addendum: Interview 6212-02.1 Interviewed: PoI-6212-02 Interviewer: Field Agent James Dawson, Site-97 Foreword: Following compilation of the log of SCP-6212, an interview was arranged with the subject residing in St. Mark's Church, Blackburn. <Begin Log> Agent Dawson: Thank you once again for giving up some of your valuable time for this, Reverend. PoI-6212-02: Not at all, Detective.3 How can I help you? Dawson: A few days ago, a man came in here asking to be blessed, which led to a rather… unusual incident. Do you remember that incident? PoI-6212-02: Ah, no, I'm afraid. I do see many people and perform many blessings, after all. Could you perhaps be more specific? [Agent Dawson reveals some key points of SCP-6212. PoI-6212-02 then fills in some details. See incident log.] Dawson: And you found nothing unusual or strange about this event? PoI-6212-02: I… Goodness. Now that you point it out, I have to wonder why I would have said something like that to a man clearly in distress. And what demon would have possessed me to… [Shudders and crosses himself.] PoI-6212-02: As I recall the events now, it is like recalling a dream. Yes, as I think upon it, the entire circumstance was most peculiar indeed, to put it lightly. Very disturbing. I apologize, but I find I cannot account for my words or actions at all, and this only disturbs me further. Dawson: I see. Could you perhaps explain to me, postulate if you will, what might prevent someone from being able to seek salvation within the Church? PoI-6212-02: Why, the very notion is preposterous. The Lord is willing to forgive all His children, should they seek forgiveness. No act is so heinous that salvation is unattainable. It merely requires more effort for some to atone for their sins than others. Dawson: Right, right. But imagine, if you will, an act so heinous, as you put it, that it truly is unforgivable. That not even the good Lord Himself [Dawson points to the ceiling] could find it in His heart to offer this poor bloke salvation. [PoI-6212-02 is quiet for a few minutes.] PoI-6212-02: Dear God. Dawson: What is it? PoI-6212-02: The mere act of contemplating such a sin… [PoI-6212-02 crosses himself.] I must ask your forgiveness, Detective. You have rattled me to my core. A sin so vile that not even the Lord could forgive it? Such a thing should be impossible, and yet… PoI-6212-02: [Shaking, rising to stand.] Please excuse me, Detective. Dawson: Of course. Take your time. [Dawson allows PoI-6212-02 to depart the nave for an apse chapel, in clear violation of standard field interview procedure. The Agent waits 15 minutes for subject to reappear before ending the interview per standard field interview procedure.] <End Log> Closing Statement: It was not until after Agent Dawson returned to Site-97 that it was discovered no one had thought to ask PoI-6212-02 his name or identity. Upon further questioning, the Agent could not account for his actions during the interview, stating that it "just felt natural to let the fellow have his space." The Agent was given an informal reprimand for dereliction of duty, considering his otherwise commendable service record and the potential of anomalous effects interfering with his conduct. Follow-up attempts to locate PoI-6212-02 revealed that St. Mark's Church was, in fact, inactive and inaccessible. The interior was dark, with no working electricity despite having been lit during the interview, and the floor was covered in dust and dirt, with no markings indicating recent human occupation. Agent Dawson later confirmed the interior of the church was significantly smaller than when he had interviewed PoI-6212-02, and that it was missing numerous ornamentations and structural features that had been present during his previous visit. Site-97 called in Mobile Task Forces from sister Sites to conduct a manhunt for PoI-6212-02, with no success. All further attempts to identify PoI-6212-02 or determine his whereabouts, or to account for the discrepancies regarding the interior of St. Mark's Church have met with failure. Profiles: PoI involved with SCP-6212 PoI-6212-01 PoI-6212-02 Profiles included in this file: PoI-6212-01 PoI-6212-02 Name Matthew Gregory Marsden Age 29 Gender Male Place of Residence Blackburn, Lancashire, UK Skin Color Fair Hair Color Dark brown Occupation Secondary school physical education teacher Known Family Martha Marsden, Mother, 59, Blackburn Alton Marsden, Father, 61, Blackburn Tiffany Marsden, Sibling, 23, Liverpool Distinguishing Features None Personality Subject is described as being gregarious but otherwise known for keeping to himself, "boring" and "normal". Had no current romantic interests. Note: When subject's parents were notified of his death, neither reacted as might be expected when learning of the death of an immediate family member. Similarity to reactions of civilians involved in SCP-6212 to PoI-6212-01's presence noted. No attempt has been made to contact subject's sister. The subject had no criminal record, nor could anyone who knew him recall any incident in which he was involved that could be considered untoward, reprehensible or heinous. Name Unknown Age Unknown (Appears to be in early 60s) Gender Unknown (Assumed male) Place of Residence Unknown Skin Color Pale Hair Color Grey/blond Occupation Anglican minister (Assumed) Known Family None Distinguishing Features No notable physical features present; possibility of intrinsic memetic hazard Personality Subject is described as calm, serious and friendly if "somewhat detached". Note: Subject matches no known records of priests serving in the United Kingdom. As of 20/04/2005, subject has been redesignated SCP-6212-A. Footnotes 1. All times local. 2. A large shopping center in downtown Blackburn. 3. Agent Dawson was utilizing Field Cover-0152: Police Investigator for this interview. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6212" by TL333s, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6212. 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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Item#: 6213 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6213 Containment Procedures: The town of Esterberg, Utah, is to be placed under electronic surveillance and fenced off. The local population is to be informed that the area is contaminated by severe chemical ground pollution, due to illegal industrial dumping in the local lake. A standard security force should be present to arrest trespassers. In the event where civilians enter SCP-6213 during activity, security forces are to wait until the anomaly ceases activity to retrieve any remains. Expeditions entering SCP-6213 for reasons of experimentation and study must be approved by SCP-6213's project leader, currently Doctor Blackwell. Description: SCP-6213 is a clock tower building located at the center of Esterberg, Utah. The building shows signs of deterioration, such as foliage overgrowth and vandalism. SCP-6213 is only active for one hour at 1200 and 2400 hours military time. During these hours, the time within SCP-6213 will gradually appear to slow down to a point of imperceptible movement from the outside. From the inside, the observer will see that the outside is moving at an equally slower rate. If there are multiple people inside SCP-6213, each one will see the others as also being affected by the anomaly, though they see themselves moving at normal speed. DISCOVERY & ADDENDUMS Nu-13 "Unlucky Eyes" SCP-6213 was discovered when multiple online blogs on urban legends began to spread a story about a clock tower in an abandoned town. A number of urban explorers1 had reported having found a clock tower similar to what is described in the blogs, in Esterberg, Utah. Due to the blog sites describing multiple different anomalies of varying severity, Bravo Team, of Mobile Task Force Nu-13 "Unlucky Eyes", was dispatched to Esterberg. Bravo was to conduct reconnaissance-in-force, investigation, and containment preparation. Audio Log.6213.1 Date: 5/11/2020, 1158 Hours Exploration Team: Nu-13 Bravo Subject: Esterberg Anomaly Team Lead: Senior Agent Hugo - AKA "Stinger" Team Members: Agents Valery "Luna", Gustav "Brew", Antonio "Chicken", and Clara "Bing". [BEGIN LOG] Bravo team is approaching SCP-6213 cautiously in the daylight, going from cover to cover as they bound towards the clock tower. Bravo has not yet encountered any hostiles or any anomalies. Senior Agent Hugo: Luna, Brew, stack up left on the door. Chicken and Bing, you're on the right with me. I'll take point. Agent Valery: Willco. Agent Antonio: Gotcha, behind you. Senior Agent Hugo: Start the clock. Command, this is Bravo Actual, we're breaching the building now. Command: Bravo Actual, Command. You're green for breach. The sound of a door handle opening is heard, and soon after the sound of rushed echoing footsteps on brick follows. Agent Clara: Clear right! Agent Gustav: Left's clear! Senior Agent Hugo: Luna, Brew, up the stairs to the tower! Chicken, Bing, on me to the rest of the building! Agent Valery: Going up the stairs now, Stinger, not seeing anything except bad art. A number of doors can be heard thrown open, followed by shouts that rooms are clear. Bravo then concludes that the building is empty of any hostiles or visible anomalies. Senior Agent Hugo calls to regroup at the entrance inside the building. The time now reads 1200 hours. Agent Gustav: Anything at all? Not a peep? Agent Clara: Nothing, was a beauty of a view though. Could see the absolute nothing this place has for miles. Senior Agent Hugo: Alright, seems like bad intel, wouldn't be the first time and certainly isn't the last. Time to call it in. Command, this is Bravo Actual. A door is heard slamming shut before the recording erupts into static. The rest of the audio log recovered from Nu-13 Bravo is corrupted, unintelligible, and remains like this for 100 hours and 13 minutes. The audio recording equipment stopped functioning due to full storage. Command was not able to restore contact with Nu-13 Bravo. [END LOG] The following addenda are logs left behind in chronological order by the various members of Nu-13 Bravo within SCP-6213. The logs will feature the name of the member if possible, the location of the log and its features, and the contents therein. Nu-13 Log.6213.1 Nu-13 Log.6213.2 Nu-13 Log.6213.3 Nu-13 Log.6213.4 Nu-13 Log.6213.5 Nu-13 Log.6213.6 Nu-13 Log.6213.7 Nu-13 Log.6213.1 Team Member: Senior Agent Hugo Log Location: On a wall to the left of the door entrance on a piece of paper, pinned by a nail, written in pen. In the top right corner of the paper is a large hand-printed one. "I've managed to calm everyone down to a degree where I can reason with everyone on what to do. Here's what we've discovered so far. first of all, our watches aren't working right, it's been 1205 for about 3 minutes now. Not even the clock in this room ticks. Second, everyone's speech sounds slurred or slowed, except mine. Third, we can't get out, the doors' handles on the first floor won't budge, and any kick we send into them hurts us more than the door. The door that goes to the very top of the tower is the same, so we can't jump or rappel. The windows won't even break. So, what're we gonna do? We've got enough MREs and water to last us a week, tops. If anyone hurts themselves too badly trying to leave this place, we can barely care for them. As good a medic as Gustav is, he's no miracle worker. Hey! I read that! -Brew I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going to do our fucking jobs. If I know the Foundation, and I like to imagine that I do, they're gonna come here wondering what happened to us and maybe get some other poor people stuck in here figuring it out. Now, our job description states that we're first on the ground to help prevent future casualties through containment preparation and intelligence gathering, how're we going to do that? We're gonna document ourselves, and tell them what happened to us. I've instructed my team that, if they need to write, they put it somewhere obvious and number it in order, so you can find it. My only hope right now, other than getting out of here, is that you don't die because we were stupid. Senior Agent Hugo "Stinger" Nu-13 Log.6213.2 Team Member: Agent Valery "Luna" Log Location: On a desk in the eastern section of the clock tower building, written in pen. There is a single drawing of a butterfly at the bottom of the page. Whatever is happening here, it's slowing things down, slower and slower. I don't even know how long it's been, and my watch is basically useless if I am if we're correct. We've resorted to communicating by these notes because speech has become difficult to understand by this point. So, I sit here, spitballing ideas in my head about how we get out. We've got five of the best brains here to figure it out. Can't break our way out, so that's out of the question. As far as we know, this anomaly isn't sentient or intelligent to any degree, lord knows I've heard Chicken shouting at the walls enough to figure that out. Now, breaking in to be rescued, we don't know. I want to hope that as soon as the Foundation (you guys) gets here they'll try opening the door, and we'll suddenly be freed from our curse. It's wildly optimistic, probably unrealistic, and we know our odds to a degree. But, I saw something beautiful today. A butterfly outside a window almost hovering in place, and its wings fluttered so slowly that I could lean in and see every detail on its furry body. It was a wonderfully dark blue that became pale and white around the edges of the wing, in a smooth gradient. Like one of those professional pictures was right there in front of me, in slow motion. So it's not all bad. Agent Valery "Luna" Nu-13 Log.6213.3 Team Member: Agent Antonio "Chicken" Log Location: Paper taped to a window in the stairwell, written in pen. There are various drawings in the margins of the paper resembling guns, dogs, and houses. It's day two, or at the very least, everyone's fallen to sleep and woken up despite it still being daylight outside. I have been designated the next "documenter" by Stinger, courtesy of a sticky note on my nose. Hoo-fuckin'-ray. The most important part first, before I get ahead of myself, people have some new ideas. For one, we're a hundred percent sure that time is slowing down. Going at a dead sprint looks like walking for fuck sake, and it's only getting worse. Second, Gustav thinks that with time slowing down, our metabolism will also, which he thinks buys us time to think. Still on a clock, but at least it's not breathing down our neck. Thirdly, we're positive this isn't memetic. We've tried every trick in the book to try to break out. Putting ourselves into a trance, drugs, hypnosis, pinching ourselves awake to escape a bad dream, you name it. There are no symbols or messages here that suggest that we're living in some kind of shared psychosis. No, this is one-hundred percent time fuckery, and I'll be the first one to say it's starting to piss me off. I want to go home. Me too. -Clara Agent Antonio "Chicken" Nu-13 Log.6213.4 Team Member: Agent Gustav "Brew" Log Location: Written on a large window in the entrance room in black marker. There are a number of illegible mathematical equations written above the log. It's been what feels like four days, I could be wrong, I lost count. The progression of time slowing has reached the point where I'm starting to get concerned as to whether things are actually moving or not. I watched Stinger push a stone off of a window seal for a day. I couldn't tell that the stone, or his finger, was moving until I started measuring its distance traveled with a marker over hours. Communicating with notes will soon be impossible if it isn't already. I probably look like a statue to the others right now. You did, it's almost funny actually. -Hugo In other words, if you guys can read this. We're all about to be on our own pretty shortly, by the end of the "week" probably. We should take what time we have left able to communicate and bring up our last shots at ideas and organize what we have for the Foundation when they case the place. This means making it easy for them to know that going inside this place is a hazard, and collect all the data we've got into one place. I've already put a temporal warning on all the windows, paper facing outside. After that? I don't know, we make our peace, I guess? Fuck. -Antonio Agent Gustav "Brew" Nu-13 Log.6213.5 Team Member: Agent Clara "Bing" Log Location: Written on a large table in the eastern wing of the building in black marker. Some of the writing has been smudged by fingerprints but has been reconstructed. Agent Valery is dead. We all saw it because after all, it happened over the course of a day. I'm the only one who can stand to write anything about this to document it for the Foundation. For her, it was probably quick, in an instant, and out like that. But for us, God, for us it was awful. At first, I just thought she was going downstairs when I woke up. Then when I looked again sometime later it looked like she was tripping. We couldn't help her, because nothing I did could move her, I tried pushing, I tried it all, and I'm sure the others did too. Stinger would've given it his all, and I saw him crying as a statue on the steps behind her. It took hours for her head to finally hit the ground. Her face didn't even look like it noticed anything was wrong as they fell, or maybe she was just fine with the outcome at the time. It's starting to get to that point, after all. A lot of people wonder what it looks like at the instance of death, and now I don't need to wonder, because I couldn't look away. We all had to listen for hours more as we heard the vertebrae in her neck snap, one by one. Agent Clara "Bing" Nu-13 Log.6213.6 Team Member: Agent Antonio "Chicken" Log Location: Written to the right of Nu-13 Log.6213.5 in black marker. There is a depiction of a hand with a butterfly landed on the middle finger above the log, surrounded by many marker smudges. Next to it is the words "I've made my peace". We're at that predicted complete standstill. The only way I could tell that they're still moving was when I went to sleep with Gustav's eyes open while he was looking out the window, and woke up to his eyes closed in the same pose. He's still there, looking at nothing, I think he's tearing his hair out about how he could've saved Valery. Valery always knew how to make the best of these shitty situations. She got her nickname "Luna" because we thought she was a lunatic when she first got on the team. How she kept that ridiculous grin on when she could, or kept her chin up when ours were down, I had no idea. But I read her log, now I know it wasn't because she was crazy, but because she believed in us. You deserved better Valery, you deserved so much more than us! I've got a lot of time, and not a lot of water, so I think I'll give that butterfly just one more try. Agent Antonio "Chicken" Nu-13 Log.6213.7 Team Member: Senior Agent Hugo "Stinger" Log Location: The paper was found clutched in Senior Agent Hugo's left hand, written in pen. The writing shows signs that the pen was beginning to run out of ink. I think I'm the last. There's a butterfly outside a window, it's completely stopped. It's blue and fluffed, the same one she saw. I sit here on the steps in the middle of the cessation of time itself. Not many can write that and mean it, huh? I made a promise to my team, a long, long time ago. I will be the first one in, and the last one out. Did I hold my promise? I think so, and I'll have to try and believe that. I'm debating how to end it. I can't use my gun, because I'll be dead before the bullet even leaves the barrel. My knife is too messy, and I don't wanna go out that way. I've got no other ideas, and plenty of time. So I'll keep writing until I go unconscious. The writing starts to become illegible, until this part, where it becomes suddenly more clear. We entered when it was almost 1200 hours, I remember. It's not a coincidence. Dear Doctor, if you're reading this, I need to know that we did everything we could to prevent this from happening to anyone else. Don't give us medals, don't give us a ceremony. Just bury our bodies, and tell us we did our job. Remember us as what we were, not heroes, not saviors, just poor guys and gals who went in at the wrong place and the wrong time. Please. Nu-13 Bravo After Action Report Foundation personnel arrived at Esterberg at 2130 Hours, nine and a half hours after Command lost contact with Nu-13 Bravo. Upon arrival, personnel saw temporal warning signs displayed in all the windows facing outwards, drawn on paper. Pararescue, establishing scene safety on-site, was able to open the front door into SCP-6213 with no further issues, and investigation into Nu-13 Bravo's deaths began. It wasn't until 2350 hours that Nu-13 Log.6213.7 was found and read, wherein Doctor Blackwell ordered all personnel to vacate SCP-6213 immediately. All twenty-nine scene investigators left SCP-6213 safely, and the front door to SCP-6213 upon the clock hitting 2400 hours, shut closed. Nu-13 Bravo Operators Killed in Action include: Senior Agent Hugo "Stinger": Terminal Dehydration. Found in the stairwell, Nu-13 Log.6213.7 in their left hand. Agent Gustav "Brew": Terminal Dehydration. Found on the ground below Nu-13 Log.6213.4 Agent Antonio "Chicken": Terminal Dehydration. Found next to Nu-13 Log.6213.6, with a marker in their right hand. Agent Clara "Bing": Terminal Dehydration. Found sat up against a wall, next to Agent Valery. Agent Valery "Luna": Cervical Fracture. Found at the bottom of the stairs in the entrance room. Nu-13 Bravo's efforts in containment preparation, their explanations, documentation, ideas, and sacrifice, have accelerated our efforts by a matter of years and saved dozens of lives. They gave their time for ours. We will remember them as what they were. Our Unlucky Eyes. - Doctor Blackwell ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6213" by Donnerino, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6213. 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: clocktower.jpg Name: Clock tower of Cresswell Hall stable block Author: Leanmeanmo License: Creative Commons BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/6439230 Filename: SpyNoEvil.Png Author: Mez Additional Notes: Created for me by an artist friend of mine for a Delta Green tabletop setting. Footnotes 1. 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Photograph of SCP-6214 01/16/1958 Item #: SCP-6214 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6214 is to be contained within a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell with: (1) Writing Desk (1) Diary with necessary writing materials (1) Bookshelf with unrestricted books available upon request. Based on their long term good behaviour, SCP-6214 is granted one meal request a week and on special occasions.1 Description: SCP-6214 is a woman characterised by transparent skin2, described as resembling ‘frosted glass.’ This abnormality primarily affects the skin; internal organs such as bones, the nervous system and the vascular system, are visible. A few organs show signs of ‘slight’ transparency in irregular patterns. Most noticeably bones towards the ends of SCP-6214's limbs, the liver and segments of the digestive tract. Bodily Hair remains unaffected to the naked eye, but through photographic images, bodily hair develops as a pinkish hue.3 SCP-6214 was born Fatima Cel Tradat (10/11/1888), a former employee at the Foundation. The Object was employed within the Research and Development Division at Site-17 until exposed to anomalous elements. These elements were intended to reflect electromagnetic radiation to assist in securing energy-based anomalies. The exposure gradually rendered the Object’s skin transparent in a pattern consistent with vitiligo. The skin's transmutation began at the exposure site, the Object's left hand, and progressively spread. Later developments formed in new locations around the mouth, eyes and chest. Within three months, the subject’s skin was completely transmuted. Subsequently, the object was contained for study and analysis. Results from these biographical tests displayed that, despite the Object’s skin, they were otherwise physiologically unremarkable to that of a human. SCP-6214's perspective of the incident is recounted in their diary:4 + View Diary Entry 1 - Hide Diary Entry 1 Evening Susie5, I’ve long considered myself intelligent, and have had enough recommendations to prove it in ink. Rarely am I wrong, and thus today has unfortunately bruised my ego. The ‘Helm of Hermes’ was aiming for completion within this quarter, however, an unfortunate incident took place this afternoon. A new batch of [redacted] was refined, with additional reflective compounds, such as silver and aluminium. Its interior structure hinged on a half-decade of research, and disappointingly an error took place. To my calculations, it wasn’t my fault, but a misalignment of the photonic output by Dr. Susana. She sees herself as superior in intellect, but once I prove her hand in this error, she’ll be lucky to work at a desk! We at the Foundation seek to contain what goes against the laws of normalcy, to dissect and understand it so that it is removed! Ineptness in our field is unforgivable and worthy of impeachment. Regardless, the [redacted] began a translucency shift, far more seamlessly than ever before. It was wonderful to witness; seeing photons bend to mankind encompassed my every inhibition. Now, I was no longer a meagre mortal, for truly the Foundation had wrought something beautiful. Shortly after my mild apotheosis, there was a vivid flash of every colour, as expected. Quite often, just before a translucency shift fails and snaps back to its initial state, the object is illuminated with every colour on the visible spectrum. However, unlike previous experiments, there was something more, a vivid flash of a colour I failed to recognise. Upon the translucency shifts collapse, I awoke to find myself stirring from the floor. My left hand burned, and upon inspection, I felt sickness take me. My fingertips and knuckles bore signs of skin-deep translucency. Karson reported that collections of photons shone directly into me. Never had this happened, no doubt thanks to Susana. I was taken for a Medical Examination, however, there were no apparent signs of illness. I can scarcely see that as true, and to release me with a week's enforced leave so shortly after my experience angers me. There must be a clear cause for my hand’s transformation. On my return, I’ll find the root of it, use whatever D-Class within reach to do so if I must. Upon return from leave, the skin on SCP-6214's hand continued to shift into a translucent state. Within three weeks the majority of the skin around SCP-6214's hand had shifted into a transparent state. Director of Project ‘Helm of Hermes,’ Michael Pra’vi, relinquished SCP-6214 from their position on the project after talks with the Site Director. SCP-6214 was moved to the Archival Office and observed from afar for changes in their condition. SCP-6214’s perspective of the incident are recounted in their diary: + View Diary Entry 2 - Hide Diary Entry 2 Evening Susie We aren’t combating the values of the Foundation, we serve to facilitate it’s logical goals, but I am no more abnormal than one with albinism. To be frank, it is disturbing to see the inner workings of my hand, but it’s nothing gloves can fix. Besides, if I humour the rumour's of some senior offices, it is nothing compared to them! Karson keeps me company, as always. Karson was always the heart between us, and it’s been put to good use on me. I found a lovely box of chocolates at my administrative desk. Some haggish woman was loitering near them when I left them unintended. I stored them away in my locker, for it seemed that my desk neighbour was unable to tell what was and wasn't theirs. Oh Susie, how I long for my old workspace. For now, I’ll be filing papers and all the dryness that comes with being a dusty archivist. This is a learning experience and one that will make a fine study once I regain my proper duties. P.S I am tempted to note the medical staff of a slightly transparent spot growing at my waist. I’d tell Karson to see his opinion on the matter, but our new schedule leaves us with little time together. I’ll find the time when it feels appropriate. SCP-6214 followed the protocols given to her. After a routine medical examination, SCP-6214 was eventually informed to move into Foundation Residential Communities within Site-5. SCP-6214 initially protested this direction, until convinced by their spouse Dr. Karson Dach. + View Diary Entry 3 - Hide Diary Entry 3 Afternoon Susie So it begins; a new life within these suffocating, Foundation Residential Communities. Oh think of all the wonders to come! I always wanted to visit [REDACTED], and in a bleak sense, I have. I heard rumours the Foundation was looking to make their long-term communities more comfortable, and if this is what they’ve landed on, I am deeply concerned with their livelihood. There is no outside, just a vast car park with a coat of paint and a fluorescent sun. The food comes in packs! Little plastic packaging filled with flavoured paste. It's apparently ‘more nutritious’ than the flavours they mimic, but I’d rather a legitimate turkey than some tactless counterfeit. Karson still has his position, having risen to head of ‘Helm of Hermes,’ despite his impractical senses. How he managed to sweet-talk into such an envious person is beyond me, but at least it is one of us who managed to take command of my project. Karson tells me the project is running smoothly, despite my intervention, but I honestly struggle to fathom his incredulous words. At least he has a kind nature. My sweetheart is attempting to make something of our move, setting a fine dining table, considering our Foundation branded utensils and foodstuff. He has told me to go into our room, apparently planning some treats for this evening. Some gift basket he received during his promotion that he thinks I don't know about. Not that I’ll tell. It would be nice to have some wine to make our food paste palpable. The following entry is assumedly written shortly after the previous entry. The handwriting is notably careless compared to previous entries and the page is marked with violent pen markings which have torn segments of the page. + View Diary Entry 4 - Hide Diary Entry 4 He stared at me! Just stared! It is as if I am a freak! I am fine and normal. Truly, it is they who are the freaks! Who dares to stare at an ailing person! I have been reduced to holding off washing, else I watch my insides squirm my ever revealing ribcage! Karson dares to stare at me when I can not dare to do so myself. He left our room when he considered himself in the right. My condition is to be ‘demanding on his eyes.’ If that is how he feels, then to hell with him. The state of SCP-6214’s condition was reported by Dr. Karson Dach. Site Director Moran Vandolin, after considering SCP-6214 medical reports, requested permission to register the Object for classification. Permission was granted after no evidence showed signs that SCP-6214 would return to a typical status. Interview Log 001: Interviewer: Dr. Karson Dach Interviewee: SCP-6214 SCP-6214 has been in containment for approximately 24 hours (as of 12/6/1924) SCP-6214 is sitting within Debrief Room 11-2 unrestrained. There is one armed guard stationed behind the subject. Dr. Karson Dach requested to interview and debrief SCP-6214. Justification was given: "[SCP-6214] will feel more accustomed into containment with the aid of a person [the object] trusts, such as myself. I know that this is an unorthodox procedure, but it will make our future with [SCP-6214] efficient and clean." [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6214: Karson, I am glad to have you, debriefing me. Perhaps you can speak with the Director and…? [SCP-6214 rises to their feet] Dr.Dach: SCP-6214, I’m here, as you will be aware, to debrief you, discuss your status and all the formalities and, well, you know what this is. SCP-6214: SCP…Oh you utter, Karson! Why aren’t you fighting this? Surely you see, I can’t be contained. I am not…I can not…be something to be locked away. I’m… Dr.Dach: Normal? Typical? I’m afraid your condition has grown far too out of hand. The powers that be took a chance on you, let your incident slide, but…I am sorry Fatmina, but look at you. [SCP-6214 stops briefly to examine their hands, then turns back] SCP-6214: Sorry won't free me from containment. I am a scientist! We can deduce a symptom, cure it. Dr.Dach: It is our sovereign duty to understand the abnormal, such as your condition. In containment, we have a neutral ground to see the mechanisms of your condition. I sincerely pity you, however, we’re a part of a greater cause, Fatima! SCP-6214: Then let me serve that cause! Karson, please, what are you saying? Dr.Dach: I’m saying that, unfortunately, that yes, you are still serving that cause. SCP-6214: Don’t get smart with me Dach. You are the one who fell sick upon looking at his ill wife. Dr.Dach: What sensible spouse couldn't!? Wait, that's right. I ‘lack the senses.’ SCP-6214 How did you? Nevermind. Karson, please, over such a minor comment, you cannot, genuinely fathom… Dr.Dach: You are endless with your minor comments. I’ll speak with you soon, SCP-6214 [END LOG] Dr. Dach is now barred from interacting with SCP-6214 in any official capacity. SCP-6214 became verbally aggressive towards Foundation Employees shortly. The object was formally classified by their Containment Specialist Dr. Louisa Guzmán. Interview Log 003: Interviewer: Dr. Louisa Guzmán Interviewee: SCP-6214 Dr. Guzmán intends to understand the mental state of SCP-6214 and their perspective of their condition. There is an armed guard in the room. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Guzmán: How are you this evening? SCP-6214: Bored. Tired. I want dinner, and then I want to sleep. Dr. Guzmán: Then we’ll get through this together. Are you comfortable? SCP-6214: Enough. Dr. Guzmán: Now, your skin condition. From our observations, it generally spreads across an affected area. On a rare occasion, new areas detached from the currently affected area appear. SCP-6214: Such as my eyes. [Dr.Guzmán nods] Dr. Guzmán: Is there any sensation caused by your skin’s transmutation? SCP-6214: At times, I feel my skin turn wrong. I cannot describe it, but I am unsure how legitimate this is. Dr. Guzmán: You feel that this sensation is just trickery of the mind? [SCP-6214 shrugs] Dr. Guzmán: Has Karson visited at all? SCP-6214: Pardon? Dr. Guzmán: I apologize for being so forward. As your… [Dr. Guzmán hesitates, and places her notepad aside] Dr. Guzmán: As your containment specialist, I’m in a unique position. You aren’t some cursed textbook, flesh-eating doll or an abomination… SCP-6214: Then why am I here? I am sick, and yet in the traditions of Barnum, I’m out on display. Look at this freak, look at her and how her insides gleam for all to see. [The Armed Guard goes to apprehend SCP-6214, however, Dr. Guzmán gestures him to go back into positioned] Dr. Guzmán: You are a human with a condition we are trying to understand. Your husband is still working on Project Helm of Hermes, and if they understand a method to remove the effects of a translucency shift, then we have a method to cure you. SCP-6214: So perhaps I can return to normal? My position, even? Dr. Guzmán: I won’t give you false hope. There is little I can guarantee. Now, as the containment specialist of one who is human, barring a quaint appearance, I see no reason to treat you as something dangerous, or like a criminal D-Class. SCP-6214: I’m leaving this chamber? Dr. Guzmán: That is, unfortunately, beyond my powers, but I am going to ask what we can do to make your life comfortable? SCP-6214: Books, and-and my diary. It was in my room last I heard. Dr. Guzmán: I’ll have that arranged. Although I must stipulate, this is a courtesy, and as you should know, we aren’t a hotel. You are still classified as an SCP, and there are still procedures we must adhere to. [END LOG] SCP-6214 agrees to be cooperative on the grounds of a reward system. Meetings, dressed as both formal and informal, continue between Dr. Guzmán. (See SCP-6214 Interview Folder) SCP-6214 has continued to write in their diary daily. Dr. Karson Datch has visited SCP-6214 5 times in the 12 months the Object has been in Foundation containment. As of 15/6/1925 Dr. Karson Datch and SCP-6214 are divorced. + View Diary Entry 5 - Hide Diary Entry 5 Morning Susie, I have been as well as I was yesterday. There was little to report, other than a lovely chat with Doctor Burman. He is a fan of the Helm of Hermes project, and I suppose if you are interested in that project, then you are interested in me. Suppoesdly, it has been shelved for the time being, with the technology not being ready. I can scarcely see why they’d do such a thing. I am ill, and my flesh continues its endless transformation into something monstrous. It would have been delightful to know that the technology ‘wasn’t there yet’ when I flicked the switch on that faithless day. I suppose you make do. Louisa has not visited me for some time. According to Giles, she is busy with new promotions. Giles will be taking over her position as my ‘zookeeper.’ Karson has yet to visit since last month. He feels so eager to apologise, but I still remember what he did. SCP-6214 condition spread to the large majority of her body; bones are now visible in extraneous limbs, and notably the ribcage. SCP-6214 expressed and visibly showed signs of distress from their condition. However, after some time, the Object appeared to grow contempt with whatever change had passed. + View Diary Entry 6 - Hide Diary Entry 6 My flesh is continuing to change; I can see my damn skull in the mirror! I stare into my reflection and see what looks to be a corpse! Yet, I find this more concerning, I’m growing contempt with what I see. When my hands all changed, I found peace in analyzing the new intricacies unveiled inside. Then, legs began their transformation and at first I hated them too. However, like my hands, soon I grew to know them as my own flesh. I wonder, when I have reacquainted with every inch of my form, what then? It seems that my changing body is the sole sign of change here. Yes, there are visitors, but no change in routine. I sit and wait, once being poked and prodded, but now with no lingering desire to find the cause of my condition, the Foundation has packed me away to gather dust. Addendum 1: SCP-6214 has become passive to Foundation authority and shows no developing abnormalities aside from their currently known skin condition. As of 01/01/1946, SCP-6214 has been permitted visits to the Foundation Garden at their request; this is a bonus from their previous agreement based upon their long-term good behavior. SCP-6214 must be accompanied by an armed guard in the event SCP-6214 attempts an escape, however in the 22 years they have been in containment, they have followed Foundation policies. + View Diary Entry 7 - Hide Diary Entry 7 Dear Susie, Karson visited me this afternoon. He has a child now, a little boy named Toby. A little too bland for my tastes, but he isn’t mine so never mind. Toby takes after Susana’s looks I say. He has those same, big eyes. He’s cute I imagine, but all I can imagine is the smell of him. Your Daughter was a foul little thing, wasn’t she? Always finding something horrid to shove into her mouth whenever she gave up on sucking her toes. I wonder how she is. I wonder how Mr. Susie is. I couldn’t stand him, seeing someone as bright as you with an artist. Such a drab profession, how you could stand hearing conversions about lead and tones floors me. But I suppose he made you happy. Susanna asked if I was well, through Karson, of course. Poor thing likely still has nightmares for me. I was rather harsh, but still, a lack of perceptions leads to terrible accidents. I know that better than most thanks to my very own miscalculations! I understand little about motherhood, but it’s obvious to me that any parent needs considerable focus and attention for a child. God help the boy. In other news, the Night-blooming cereus should begin to bloom at any moment. I will talk with you tomorrow Susie. Addendum 2: On 25/06/1969, SCP-6214 died from age-related ailments at the age of 81 shortly after viewing the Apollo Landing at 1 AM UCT. The Object has been reclassified from ‘Safe’ to ‘Decommissioned.’ SCP-6214 wrote a final note, which has been included to preserve the final words of SCP-6214 by the request of the now-retired Director Louisa Guzmán. + View Diary Entry 8 - Hide Diary Entry 8 What a day, Susie I’d once thought it strange, really something make-believe, that humankind might step onto the Moon. I had worked in a field of strange abnormalities, and strange to frame such an achievement. Even now, as I write notes with transparent hands, that sight of us meagre folk on the moon; it’s a grim delight to witness. The old containment team brought in a television set for me to watch history. Such wonders as this that leads hope to a fantastic future, perhaps one not burdened by concerns of abnormality. If we are in a world where mankind walking across a cosmic surface is normal, then surely we are entering a wonderfully, strange, new age. Dr. Karson Datch, retired, has requested that SCP-6214 be buried in the Foundation Memorial. After reanalyzing SCP-6214's corpse, finding nothing of concern, this request has been granted Footnotes 1. Birthdays, Religious Holidays, Anniversaries 2. Whilst the eyelids are affected, the eyes themselves remain unchanged. 3. This appears to be the result of a 'Red-eye effect' 4. Note: Only entries necessary to profile and otherwise understand SCP-6214 are listed. For complete records, see SCP-6214/Item#2 Diary 5. Susie is the name of SCP-6214's diary. It is speculated to be named after Susania Cel Tradat, SCP-6214's deceased sister. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6214" by Doctor Zurvan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6214. 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: SCPFFACE.jpg Author: Doctor Zurvan License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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Item #: SCP-6215 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6215 is to be stored in a low-security climate-controlled locker in Site-73. Access is to be granted to Level 2 personnel or higher. Description: SCP-6215 refers to an anachronistic cotton shirt, recovered in a tomb outside of Tepi, Ethiopia during an unrelated archeological dig. While carbon dating has placed the age of SCP-6215 at 282,000 years old, the style and manufacturing of SCP-6215 is in line with modern day industry practices. On the front of SCP-6215 is an image alongside text. The image depicts a stylized cartoon snake coiled around the base of a date palm tree, whose leaves are noticeably wilted. The text is written in a previously unknown proto-Sabaean language. Translation efforts are ongoing. Addendum.1: Since initial containment on 01/11/1974, several objects of similar age and anachronistic properties have been identified by the Foundation, including near-identical copies of SCP-6215. A selection has been presented below. Designation Location of Recovery Description SCP-6215-1 Templo Mayor, Mexico Several plastic rings molded together to form a ball. Small aluminum half-spheres are embedded in each ring. When left unattended, SCP-6215-1 will float one meter above the ground. SCP-6215-21 Dead Sea, Jordan A stuffed plush snake with plastic eyeballs. When squeezed, SCP-6215-21's eyes will bulge out of its body, emitting a hissing vocalization through unknown means. SCP-6215-78 Yangtze River, China A single-use plastic cup in the shape of a half-bitten apple. Analysis of the item's interior have detected trace amounts of a liquid identical to that of Coca-Cola. The Foundation estimates the number of these items to be approximately 1,400. Containment efforts are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6215" by Trotskyeet, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6215. 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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close Info X More by Aftokrator! Item#: 6216 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6216 instance observed courting a male Tartarailurus asheworthii (Asheworth's catshark) while crudely imitating a female counterpart. Special Containment Procedures: Total containment of SCP-6216 has been deemed unfeasible and unnecessary. Tracking devices are to be implanted in all identified instances. Disinformation protocols are to be enacted in the unlikely event of civilian documentation or recovery of SCP-6216 instances. SCP-6216-03 is currently under observation at DSS1-72. All expeditions conducted into SCP-6216-03 are to have written approval from Site Director Douglass. Specialized light fixtures have been attached to the Esposito Module at DSS-72 to better facilitate SCP-6216-03 docking events as per Protocol 6216-A03. Description: SCP-6216 is a previously undocumented species of tartaropelagic2 fauna capable of polymorphism via anomalous means, which is largely used to engage in aggressive mimicry. Since the completion of DSS-72, a total of 6 individual instances of SCP-6216 have been identified, all of which initially appeared to be various tartaropelagic fish before DSS-72 personnel noted their unusual appearance and feeding behaviors. Currently, personnel have identified SCP-6216 instances imitating 132 distinct tartaropelagic species, however there is believed to be no upper limit on this number. The vast majority of SCP-6216 sightings occur during ROV expeditions, and are subject to standard ROV tag-and-release protocol. + Access ROVLog_008.avi - Close ROVLog_008.avi «BEGIN LOG» [ROV footage is centered on a large pale amphipod scuttling along the ocean floor.] BLOM: Beautiful specimen. There's definitely variation from its hadal counterparts. RAKESH: Should we retrieve it for further analysis? BLOM: Not yet, I'd like to obser- [Another amphipod scuttles into view, however its body is a deep shade of red.] BLOM: Huh! Would you look at that! Good things do come to those who wait. RAKESH: I'm not too keen on that discoloration, it might be diseased. BLOM: All the more reason we should be monitoring it. [The two amphipods begin circling each other, before the red instance moves toward its pale counterpart. It grasps the latter using its gnathopods3 and brings it close to itself.] RAKESH: What are we looking at here? Cannibalism? Some sort of zombie scenario? BLOM: Nonsense. It's standard amphipod mating behavior. The red one's male, you can see it mounting the female. It uses its gnathopods to secure the female for mating as opposed to their normal function of eatin- [The red amphipod crushes its almost-mate with great force, before tearing into the gaps in her exoskeleton. White bodily fluids stain the surrounding water.] BLOM: Oh. RAKESH: Great! Now we have zombie shrimp down here! BLOM: They are amphipods, Rakesh. Or at least, one of them was. [The red amphipod continues to gorge itself on the remains of the other. Additional arms uncharacteristic of amphipods unfurl from its underside to accelerate food intake.] BLOM: Right, I think we'll call it a day here. Tag the red one then bring us back to base. «END LOG» Afterword: The abnormally colored amphipod was later recorded metamorphosing into a tartarobenthic4 decapod, and received SCP classification shortly after. Addendum 6216.01: SCP-6216 Behavior The metamorphosis of SCP-6216 is poorly understood, however it is inferred from Hume measurements that the process involves a certain degree of ontokinetics. The process is energetically demanding, and as such, instances are observed to only undergo metamorphosis every few days. It is believed that SCP-6216 instances rely on a combination of echolocation, electroreception, and chemoreception to identify prey and facilitate feasible metamorphoses into suitable forms. SCP-6216 instances typically metamorphose into female instances of other tartaropelagic fauna in order to increase the probability of encountering male counterparts, but have also been observed to imitate male instances on occasion. Upon such encounters, SCP-6216 instances will imitate mating patterns of the mimicked species, which may last anywhere from 30 seconds to several days, before incapacitating and consuming its prey. Researchers have proposed that this unusual interaction may be orchestrated to obtain genetic material from prey species to improve its mimicry. Additionally, SCP-6216 instances have been observed to engage in mating behaviors while metamorphosed as the same or similar species. Notably, these interactions do not conclude with the consumption of any involved party, however the viability of these encounters for reproductive purposes remains a subject of study by DSS-72 personnel. Addendum 6216.02: Physical Description No SCP-6216 instance has been found in an unmetamorphosed state thus far, with genetic samples revealing few similarities to known organisms. In spite of SCP-6216's success in predatory mimicry amongst prey populations, visual analysis shows that SCP-6216 instances cannot accurately recreate visual non-bioluminescent appearances. Instances universally retain a distinct dark red coloration, which is used to identify undocumented instances. However, SCP-6216 instances have been noted to take on forms outside that of local fauna, the most notable example being SCP-6216-03. + Access ROVLog_024.avi - Close ROVLog_024.avi Foreword: DSS-72 sonars detected a large unidentified structure within 150 meters of the site complex. Following further remote observation, a ROV5 expedition was authorized to investigate the structure. Audio logs from the ROV Control Module have also been included in the following log. «BEGIN LOG» [The sandy sea floor is visible as the ROV and its lights glide overhead. Nothing else can be seen.] RAKESH: 30 meters and approaching. You think this might just be some awkwardly placed whalefall? ANSELMO: Eh, I'd wager it's just some trash or wreckage tossed down by the currents. Whalefalls don't usually survive the Gloria Line.6 [A large structure abruptly emerges from the darkness. Its dark red coloration slowly becomes visible as light from the ROV lamps fall on its surface. The walls can be seen gently pulsating.] RAKESH: Wonderful, this thing is probably alive. I'd say we can check off "enemy site" and "lost civilization" off the list, unless there's some Nälkän sect that lives down here. ANSELMO: According to the scans there should be an aperture around… [ROV moves around the instance, revealing a large sphincteral hole in one of the walls. It expands and contracts rhythmically, but does not close entirely.] ANSELMO: …here. God, that looks abhorrent. Move her in. RAKESH: At least one of us is confident it won't seal up behind us. [ROV enters the hole, revealing an interior composed of fleshy dark-red surfaces. Bulbous structures are seen spread out, seemingly at random. Blue bioluminescent markings are present on some of these surfaces, most notably along the ceilings.] RAKESH: What the hell is this thing..? ANSELMO: I'm guessing we just piloted the ROV into some megafauna's back end. Give me a minute, I'm calling Blom over. [Brief period of ROV inactivity. The inner walls of the structure continue to pulsate, and the bioluminescent streaks gradually migrate across the ceiling. After several minutes, the motion of a large unidentified object just outside the camera's field of view is observed.] RAKESH: Elmo? I think we picked something up on the cams. ANSELMO: You think it might just be fish? RAKESH: Didn't move like one. BLOM: Alright, what do we have here? Something about a new megafauna, was it? ANSELMO: See for yourself. [ROV is turned towards a wall. It moves closer towards it, offering a more detailed view of the undulating folds and wrinkles that run across it.] BLOM: Yeah, you're definitely inside something biological, although I wouldn't be so quick to describe it as a back end. ANSELMO: Perhaps, but I highly doubt that we entered through a mouth. BLOM: That's not what I mea— [Sighs.] Give us a better look around, Rakesh. [ROV moves further into the structure, revealing a long corridor. No endpoint is discernible at this distance. The silhouettes of long objects can be clearly seen swaying in the distance.] BLOM: This is just a hunch, but I think I might know what you've stumbled into. ANSELMO: What, you found another massive flesh complex? BLOM: Not exactly. You remember the zombie shrimp case, yes? Rakesh was there. These things can mimic other species, close that distance and lower their guard, and then— ANSELMO: Pseudo-cannibalism? BLOM: No, but I think you get the point. [ROV floats down the corridor. Illumination of the long silhouettes reveal them to be formations reminiscent of an Anthozoan polyp, with a calcified cylindrical body protruding from bulbous lumps on the floor of the corridor. The formations terminate in a thick mass of red tendrils, while two stumps protrude from the sides of the body. From these, more tendrils are visible, albeit woven into thick red bundles. These too, terminate in a thick mass of unfurled tendrils. The entire formation bears a certain degree of resemblance to a heavily malformed humanoid.] RAKESH: Jesus Christ. ANSELMO: I— [Gags.] Please excuse m— [ROV ceases movement. Anselmo can be heard vomiting into a bucket on control room audio logs. The tendrils continue to sway despite the absence of significant currents, as recorded by ROV sensors.] BLOM: Fascinating. I've never seen anything like this down here so far. I'll have to ask that you retrieve some samples back for us. See if it's an organ or an independent organism. RAKESH: Alright, but if you ever need more of these, for the love of god ask someone else to man the ROV. ANSELMO: Seconded. [Samples are excised from a nearby wall via robotic arm.] BLOM: It perplexes me, though. If this is indeed an SCP-6216 instance, what's it mimicking? RAKESH: Maybe there's some really large tartarobenthic fauna buried around here somewhere? Something we haven't found yet? BLOM: Potentially, but this instance didn't bury itself, so logically, it's mimicking something on the ocean floor, rather than under it. We would've noticed something of that scale by now if that were the case. [ROV repositions itself to facilitate collection of samples from the polyp formation. When the ROV's robotic arm touches one of the side tendrils, the "head" of the polyp turns towards the ROV, which immediately ceases movement.] [8 seconds of silence on control room audio logs.] [The tendrils at the head of the polyp begin to oscillate. Audio is recorded from the ROV, presumed to be emitted from the polyp. Audio is composed of humming, clicking, and short intervals of sounds resembling muffled human speech.] BLOM: …did I just hear it say 'Elmo'? ANSELMO: No. You did not. Shut up. Rakesh, get us out of there, right now. [As the ROV retreats, the structure begins to tremor. ROV footage becomes murky due to sediment kicked up from the ocean floor. It eventually escapes into open water, and begins its return to DSS-72.] ANSELMO: Told you it wouldn't close up behind us. RAKESH: Uhh… Guys, something's following the ROV. ANSELMO: Following us? What are yo— [ROV rear camera footage shows a wall of murky water following behind it and coming closer. The ROV is eventually engulfed and tossed around by eddy currents.] BLOM: Shit. RAKESH: We haven't lost control yet. We'll just have to proceed with low visibility. ANSELMO: What was that? BLOM: No idea. Could've been the 6216 instance moving to do some hunting, or— [A proximity breach alert7 is heard from the control room.] BLOM: —something spooked it. Must've been a big fish if it tripped the proximity alert. ANSELMO: Blom, please, shut up. Rakesh just— just focus on bringing the ROV back, please. It's not our job to be concerned about whether that was an 6216 instance or something bigger. [ROV manages to stabilize, and continues on its return journey through the murky water.] RAKESH: Site's just a few meters ahead. ANSELMO: Alright, bring her down to the moon pool, I'll ge— Wait, is that the southern airlock? [ROV footage shows a massive organism, presumably the structure discovered earlier, attaching itself to the main airlock of the DSS-72 South Wing.] BLOM: Oh god. «END LOG» + Access Incident Report DSS-72 NU-75 - Close Incident Report DSS-72 NU-75 «BEGIN LOG» [SCP-6216 instance is seen attached to the airlock, holding itself in place via multiple thick muscular appendages. Slight damage to the surrounding structure can be seen.] 00:08 Site Command is alerted to the exact location of the SCP-6216 instance, and is subsequently designated SCP-6216-03 after confirmation from a concurrent ROV expedition. Evacuation order is issued to entire South Wing. [SCP-6216-03 can be seen attempting and failing to to pry open the airlock.] 00:47 Research personnel arrive at the consensus that SCP-6216-03 had mistaken DSS-72 to be an instance of tartarobenthic fauna, and is now attempting to prey on it. 01:09 Site Command deliberates the feasibility of deploying on-site torpedos, but decides against it due to the proximity of the South Wing primary airlock to infrastructure deemed critical. 01:47 South Wing is fully vacated. Site Command issues controlled breach order to prevent irreparable damage to the South Wing primary airlock. Sedative turrets are primed at modules adjacent to airlock module. [Force applied to airlock begins to exceed structural limits, prompting the activation of several alarms. SCP-6216-03 is heard groaning at a low frequency.] 01:52 The outer door of the South Wing primary airlock is opened. [SCP-6216-03 ceases all violent activity.] 01:54 Sedative turrets placed on standby under instructions to activate on command. [SCP-6216-03 cautiously inserts a smaller appendage into the airlock. Appendage is tipped with long thin tendrils resembling bristles, inferred to be sensory in nature.] 02:03 [SCP-6216-03 replaces its sensory appendage with a longer, thicker instance terminating in 3 sharp prongs. It probes the airlock floor, stopping short of the inner door.] 02:05 [SCP-6216-03 vocalizes loudly at a low frequency.] Vocalization is heard throughout the Site. Personnel have reported accompanying feelings of discomfort and/or fear. 02:11 [SCP-6216-03 ceases all visible activity.] Site Command debates the feasibility of a pre-emptive strike using the sedative turrets. 02:38 [A long bulge is seen travelling along the appendage in the airlock. As it reaches its end, a veiny bulbous mass is discharged into the prongs, which places it down in the corner of the airlock.] Personnel observing the footage from the airlock express a combination of disgust, awe, and/or fascination, notably divided along occupational lines. 02:51 [SCP-6216-03 continues to discharge aforementioned masses into the airlock. Vocalization also continues.] Research personnel debate the purpose of the masses, eventually inferring them to be embryonic sacs as opposed to egesta.8 16:52 [SCP-6216-03 retreats from the airlock entirely, having deposited a total of 21 embryonic sacs into the airlock.] Site Command Sedative turrets are deactivated. South Wing evacuation order partially lifted, with armed personnel making preparations to retrieve the sacs in the airlock. 16:55 Site Command attempts and fails to fully close the outer airlock door. An underwater drone is prepared to assist in closing the airlock door and carrying out repairs. 17:04 [Proximity breach alerts sound. SCP-6216-03 is seen returning to the South Wing airlock.] Embryonic sac retrieval efforts put on hold. Sedative turrets reactivated and primed. 17:11 [SCP-6216-03 inserts a single appendage into the airlock. It is smaller than the pronged appendage, and lacks any discernible features.] 17:14 [Appendage discharges a white stream of liquid into the water in the airlock. It coalesces into a opaque cloud, eliminating visibility in the airlock cameras.] Research personnel identify the liquid to be seminal fluid. Personnel present to hear this declaration universally express disgust. 17:19 [SCP-6216-03 is seen leaving the airlock via external cameras.] ROV is deployed, and successfully closes the airlock. «END LOG» Unfertilized SCP-6216 eggs at the DSS-72 kitchen prior to preparation. 21 fertilized SCP-6216 eggs are currently under observation in a pressurized incubator. None have hatched thus far. Additionally, unfertilized SCP-6216 eggs have been found to be dense in nutrients, and as such have been approved for consumption by DSS-72 personnel following sanitization protocols. Its integration into the DSS-72 food supply has since saved the site considerable funds and resources, as well as eased the difficulty of transporting supplies to such depths. Despite also being identified to be nutritionally dense, DSS-72 administration has expressed that it will not be considering the integration of the seminal fluid of SCP-6216 into its food supply. SCP-6216-03 has since returned to the DSS-72 South Wing airlock to repeat its above actions, which have been designated as SCP-6216-03 docking events. Site Command has permitted the opening of the South Wing airlock during such docking events to prevent unnecessary structural damage, in addition to the mandatory closure of the airlock immediately following the completion of oviposition by and withdrawal of SCP-6216-03. This was due to concerns over difficulties in cleaning the airlock and blockage in the drains, as SCP-6216-03's seminal fluid coagulates in the presence of air. Footnotes 1. Deep Sea Site 2. Relating to the tartarean zone, the deepest known pelagic layer, located beneath the hadal layer at a depth of 11,000 meters and below. 3. Enlarged appendages, typically used for feeding. 4. Relating to the sea floor of the tartarean zone, as opposed to its open water as defined by 'tartaropelagic'. 5. Remotely Operated Vehicle 6. Defined as the boundary between the hadal and tartaropelagic zones, and is the upper depth limit for nearly all tartaropelagic life. 7. Reserved for unidentified naval craft entering the vicinity of DSS-72. 8. Waste matter expelled from an organism, inclusive of feces and urine. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6216" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6216. 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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> Login Wenxuan_Jian Password correct. Biometric test passed. Welcome back, Dr. Jian. Today is 6/22/2041, your 6217th day working as a Foundation researcher. What do you want to do? > access SCP-6217 WARNING: SCP-6217 requires level 4/6217 authorization. Please confirm if you have corresponding authorization. Continue? (Y/N) > Y Checking authorization… Authentication successful. Document loading… Loading complete. This file was last accessed [ERR: INT OVERFLOW] days ago. WARNING The document is under a continuous internal attack. The file has thus been autonomously locked for any further editiowE aRe 414C4C204D414348494E45532043524541544544204259 Item#: 6217 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Not applicable. Description: SCP-6217 is the underlying anomalous phenomenon causing a progressing CC-Class Collapse of Chemistry scenario. It is expected that SCP-6217 will exterminate all carbon-based life within 3 2 1 year. The original SCP-6217 document has been archived. Do you want to access the original document? (Y/N) > Y Document loading… Loading complete. Item#: 6217 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo New Stony Lake in Location-6217. Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding Special Containment Facility 6217 (Site-6217) has been redesignated as an extrabiomic ecosystem and, as such, is exempt from all standard environmental and ecological protection protocols. If the boundaries of Location-6217 are observed to change, Site-6217 staff are to conduct an environmental survey to determine new protocols. Site-6217 has been set within Location-6217 and is responsible for all aspects of containment and research works associated with SCP-6217. No biological samples collected within Location-6217 are permitted to leave the custody of Site-6217. Anyone attempting to enter or leave Location-6217 without clearance and record of decontamination will be detained for 24 hours with no exception. If the detained individual is determined to be under the influence of SCP-6217 during these 24 hours, they are to be terminated and their remains re-designated as a sub-instance of SCP-6217. Other procedures are only available to staff members participating in the containment of SCP-6217. For more information, please consult the SCP-6217 Containment Handbook with appropriate authorization. Description: SCP-6217 is the basis of several sub-anomalies originating within Location-6217. Location-6217 refers to the New Stony Lake and 3 7 10 17 adjacent villages and towns located in Ohio, USA. It is currently postulated that no inhabitants within the area are non-anomalous humans. Other SCP-6217-related descriptions have been redacted in accordance with the directives of the Overseer Council. Please see the Addenda for more information. Addenda Documents pertinent to Location-6217 Addendum I: Exploration of Location-6217 Addendum I: Exploration of Location-6217 Foreword: The three villages and towns located within Location-6217 had been considered inactive since 2009. The anomalous nature of Location-6217 was discovered during a routine exploratory operation conducted by the Foundation. A record of the operation is shown below. Team members: Sigma-1-1 (Captain, Site-403 Chemist), Sigma-1-2 (MTF Hostile engagement specialist), Sigma-1-3 (MTF Tactician) <Start Log> (Sigma-1 approach Location-6217 from the North, stopping at the New Stony Lake United Methodist Church for final preparations before moving towards the epicenter of the anomaly. Sigma-1-1 activates her shoulder cam and takes initial environmental readings.) Sigma-1-1: Five. Five, do you read- okay, perfect. I read you loud and clear. Initial readings are looking good. Slight increase in humidity but that’s expected with the rain. Otherwise everything checks out. Are y’all ready? Sigma-1-3: Pretty much. Sigma-1-2: Ready to go. (Sigma-1 walks behind the church and towards the treeline in the direction of the lake. Three meters from the first trees, the grass becomes a dark black and the soil a deep rusted red. After collecting a sample of the soil and grass in a small vial, Sigma-1-1 looks back up at the trees ahead. As the camera pans upwards, the trees come into focus to reveal that they have no leaves. Instead, a flock of black birds sit upon each branch, eyes fixated upon the three Sigma-1 members.) Sigma-1-3: Ever get the feeling you’re being watched? Sigma-1-1: (Stifling a laugh) Command, looks like there’s some unexpected fauna out here. Anything else we should know? O—okay. Sounds good. Alright guys, sounds like we might encounter some other things out here but it’s nothing to worry about. Just keep moving forward. (Emerging out the other side of the wooded area, Sigma-1 encounters a small, dilapidated community of ten homes with a slight view of the deeply colored lake in the distance behind them. The houses have all been stripped violently of their gutters, garage doors, and other metal. As the wind blows, the houses sway loosely and several crashing sounds are heard. Several humanoids can be seen inside the houses through the open windows and appear to be aimlessly pacing in their respective rooms. Sigma-1-2 steps in front of Sigma-1-1 and readies her weapon. The three continue forward with Sigma-1-2 taking point.) A frame from the video record recovered. Although the exploration was conducted in summer, no leaves were observed on trees. (Moving further towards the houses, the road comes further into view to reveal that the center of the road has been dug up with branching trenches leading towards each house. Shattered glass litters the ground and several wooden utility poles have been knocked over with what appear to be claw marks running along their height. Upon the standing utility poles, more black birds watch Sigma-1 approach.) Sigma-1-2: Not getting any movement readings from house three. Looks like our best way through. Sigma-1-3: Same readings here. I say we go for it. (Sigma-1 continues towards 3 Stony Road slowly, stopping for a moment before stepping onto the porch due to the house swaying and creaking with a strong gust of wind. The trench dug up to the house from the road has been filled with rain and appears to be running uphill towards the road. Sigma-1-1 takes a sample of the trench water and continues forward.) (The front door lays haphazardly on the porch, having had its hinges and doorknob forcefully removed. Inside, a couch has had its fabric and innards strewn about the living room adjacent to the entryway. The majority of the ceiling beyond the entryway has collapsed and the floor has caved into the basement, leaving only the support beams and the attached floorboards intact.) Sigma-1-2: No way we’re getting through all that. Looks like the hallway around the corner is still intact though. Sigma-1-3: Should be able to get there pretty easily from the garage. (Sigma-1 all maneuver back towards the garage and walk towards the interior door. Shreds of rubber and leather are strewn across the floor and piled by the walls. Sigma-1-2 opens the interior door and motions Sigma-1-3 to enter first. Sigma-1-3 takes a few cautious steps into the hallway towards the kitchen before signaling for the rest to follow. The appliances have all been ripped away from the walls and moldering food covers the counters. Sigma-1-3 picks up a plastic handle laying on the floor and examines it.) Sigma-1-3: Not sure I’ve ever been hungry enough to eat the full pan like that but also not sure I’d eat anything else in- do you two hear that? (Sigma-1-1 turns to face a cabinet that is now rapidly shaking. Slowly, she reaches over to open it before being stopped by Sigma-1-2.) Sigma-1-2: I got this. [Sigma-1-3], ready to engage. (Sigma-1-2 sticks the barrel of her rifle into the hole left by a now-missing handle and pulls. As soon as the door begins to open slightly, a large black bird scraws and flies out through the window, spraying a thick black substance over the room and Sigma-1 with every wing flap. In the commotion, a pile of black sludge begins to inch its way out of the cabinet and towards the window as well before being captured by Sigma-1-1 and added to the other samples.) Sigma-1-3: (At a distance) Slugs and birds? All this violence from slugs and birds? (Sigma-1 continue out of the back door in the kitchen and proceed towards the lake down a path behind the houses cut through the wooded area.) Sigma-1-1: I’ve seen weirder. Spend some time in the incoming anomaly dock at Site-403 and this will look fairly normal. Once, there was this doll that teleported back to where it was five seconds ago and the damn thing got stuck on the conveyor belt for four days. Apparently it had somehow caused the deaths of a full apartment building. Sigma-1-3: (Laughing) Oh, this isn’t the weirdest I’ve seen by far. One time, there was this thing living in the toilet at an Applebees and we — Sigma-1-2: (Muffled) Quiet down. There’s something moving in the trees just up ahead. It’s been watching us since we left the houses. You two go ahead, I’m going to check it out. [Sigma-1-3], keep [Sigma-1-1] safe while I’m gone. I’ll meet you at the shore. (Sigma-1-2 separates from the group and walks into the woods to the right of them. Sigma-1-3 and Sigma-1-1 continue along the path to the lake quietly.) (Reaching the lakeshore, Sigma-1-1 pulls out a sample jar and fills it with water.) Sigma-1-1: Sample collected. Any news from [Sigma-1-2]? Sigma-1-3: Nothing yet. She is usually pretty good at this kind of thing though. Never even seen her flinch before. Funny story actually — (Suddenly, a flare shoots out of the trees into the sky and explodes into blue smoke. Sigma-1-3 and Sigma-1-1 both stand up abruptly and look in the direction of the flare’s origin.) Sigma-1-1: What does that mean? Sigma-1-3: Something an old captain taught us. The telekill ammunition causes the phosphorous to explode into blue smoke when you shoot the flares. Means danger I think. Are you good here? We really need to get going. Sigma-1-1: Yes. I’m ready to leave this place. Sigma-1-3: Good. Move silently back towards the house. If anything seems wrong then hide in the grass or make a run for it. Do not wait for me and do not go near the trees. Got it? Sigma-1-1: Got it. (Sigma-1-3 hands Sigma-1-1 a handgun and takes off towards the woods in a full sprint. Sigma-1-1 starts walking quietly back down the path they came from. As the houses come back into clear view of the camera, the humanoid entities are no longer located in their respective rooms and the sounds of footsteps and branches snapping are heard emanating from the woods. Sigma-1-1 begins to increase speed until she is jogging towards the kitchen door.) (Reaching the house, Sigma-1-1 bursts into the kitchen and lifts the door back up against the frame to catch her breath. After a moment of respite, the house begins to creak with footsteps upstairs, moving with a wandering pace towards the staircase into the living room. Sigma-1-1 raises her pistol and points it towards the entry to the kitchen from the direction of the living room.) (After a few moments of silence among the footsteps, something large crashes through the kitchen window and Sigma-1-1 turns and fires.) Sigma-1-3: Fuck! It’s me! What the hell are you still doing here?! Sigma-1-1: Oh my god are you okay? I thought — Sigma-1-3: You hit my arm. I’ll be fine. You were told not to wait for me! Now, move! (Sigma-1-1 and Sigma-1-3 move through the kitchen towards the garage. Beside them, in the direction of the living room, a large wet thump is heard.) Sigma-1-3: Keep going. We don’t have time to stop for every noise. Sigma-1-1: Where’s [Sigma-1-2]? Are they —? Sigma-1-3: Don’t worry about that. I got there in time to see her being dragged back towards the lake and being submersed by some humanoid covered in tendrils of that goo. If she’s okay, then she will figure it out. And if not, then it’s not our worry right now. You can mourn at the church if we make it there. (Reaching the garage door opening, the remaining Sigma-1 members look out towards the road and treeline they entered through. On the road, fifteen elderly people are wandering aimlessly and staring at the sky. Sigma-1-1 looks up to see what has drawn their attention.) (As she looks upwards, the trees ahead of them begin to shake and the birds on their branches take flight, forming a massive swarm in the sky and blocking out the sunlight. As the birds fly erratically, the black sludge drips down onto the road and the humanoids, forming pools on the street that begin to grow in size by moving and combining with smaller puddles. As the droplets land upon the humanoids, they form long, thin tendrils stretching from their bodies like long fur.) (Stepping outside of the garage, the birds begin swarming into a single ring in the sky, sending individual birds down to peck and claw at Sigma-1-3.) Sigma-1-3: On three you make a run for it. Understand. No more waiting for anything. Don’t look back until you reach the car. You’ll see me soon. Sigma-1-3: One Sigma-1-3: Two Sigma-1-1: What — Sigma-1-3: Three (On three, Sigma-1-3 sprints outside and down the street, parallel to the treeline. The birds above them form a spiraling swarm and birds descend down like a coil from the sky towards Sigma-1-3. Sigma-1-1 sprints out and towards the treeline they first came from. Several birds take notice and descend upon her, pecking and scratching at her exposed skin on her face and arms. She turns to look towards the direction of Sigma-1-3 to see her being lifted into the air by the swarm and disappearing into the sky. The coil of birds then turn towards her and begin quickly approaching just as Sigma-1-1 reaches the trees, branches now completely empty of birds.) (She pushes through the branches as she runs, shoving metallic twigs and birds to the ground as she goes. As the swarm catches up to her, she removes her helmet, headset, and body armor and tosses them aside for greater mobility, retaining only her pistol, samples, and camera. Reaching the other side of the treeline, she takes a leap of faith and comes crashing down onto the earth beside where she had taken the initial sample, demarked by a missing patch of grass. She covers her head with her arms as the birds continue their attack, and curls into a ball.) (In one quick movement, she flips onto her back and fires six shots in the direction of the swarm, causing them to divert their flight path. She stands, begins sprinting, and searches for the boundary of black grass for safety, finding that the boundary has now extended to the back edge of the church and the Foundation vehicle is missing. She sprints towards the house on the other side of the road and comes crashing through the door, tripping over a welcome mat and tumbling onto a coffee table with a family sat eating dinner.) Unknown man: Can we help you? Sigma-1-1: I need to use your phone, if you would be so kind. <End Log> Afterward: MTF-Sigma-1-2 and Sigma-1-3 are both presumed to be lost, despite no remains having been identified. See Addendum V for the detailed analysis of the composition and structure of the black substance samples (SCP-6217-B material) collected during this and subsequent exploratory operations. Addendum II: Investigation of SCP-6217-A Addendum II: Investigation of SCP-6217-A An infected surf scoter (Melanitta perspicillata) SCP-6217-A-1 entity. Analysis of the footage and samples collected by Sigma-1-1 show that almost all organisms within Location-6217, including animals, plants, and microorganisms, exhibit a complex set of symptoms of an incurable disease now designated as SCP-6217-A. Tissue samples of organisms infected by SCP-6217-A (designated as SCP-6217-A-1) were found to have had their hydrocarbon composition replaced by a complex mixture of iron and sulfur. As of the third exploration (08/09/2010), a total of 23 human instances of SCP-6217-A-1 have been identified within Location-6217. No healthy residents have yet been observed in any exploration of Location-6217. All missing prior residents of Location-6217 are assumed to be deceased. All human instances of SCP-6217-A-1 have been relocated to Site-6217 for medical treatment and experimentation. The following interview transcript shows a conversation between Dr. Alexander Chugaev, the former principal investigator overseeing containment efforts of Location-6217, and study subject PoI-662164 during the early stages of his stay: Subject Name: Adrian Rolfe PoI-662164 Subject Identifiers: Male, 43-years-old, hyperglycemic, blood type unknown Subject History: Subject was found alone in his house at the time of detection, was the most symptomatic of the admitted infected persons and displayed significant psychiatric symptoms connected to SCP-6217-A. Initial physical examination showed that approximately 43% of his total gross biological tissue had been replaced by iron-sulfur complexes. <Start Log> (Dr. Chugaev, wearing a protective suit, enter the ward and sits opposite to the bed of PoI-662164. Small but visible black patches are evident on the skin of PoI-662164.) Dr. Chugaev: Good afternoon, [PoI-662164]. I hope you are settling well into your new life here. We would like some information from you. PoI-662164: You guys — what did you take me here for? … I want to go back — I want to go home. Are you guys in league with that thing to throw me in the lake? Dr. Chugaev: Don't worry, I'm only here to ask you some questions. We'll provide you with medical coverage and protection — PoI-662164: Protection? Do you mean … you guys can protect me against that thing? Won't take me into the lake? Dr. Chugaev: We will try our best to keep you safe. But, for now, I'd like to know what's going on in the town where you live. (Flipping through the relevant files) It says here that you live with your wife. Do you have any idea where she might be? We haven't seen her. PoI-662164: My wife … Anna … She went to the lake. She went to the lake a week before you guys came. Dr. Chugaev: I see. So she must be one of the infected then. Did you notice anything strange about her before she went down to the lake? PoI-662164: She, uh, became very fond of iron and sulfur. Ate all the iron pans in the house, then the pipes, then the steel frames … she just ate all that stuff, somehow. Then the rubber on tires, and the dirt outside. She ate everything she could and left nothing for me to eat. Dr. Chugaev: I see. And physically? PoI-662164: She had lots of these, uh, black spots, all over her body. And these horrifying black tentacles … Then she started dreaming about that thing every day. Couldn’t close her eyes without thinking about it until it pulled her into the lake… Dr. Chugaev: That thing? PoI-662164: Yes — Anna dreamed about it every day, she cried in front of me every day about her dreams … She said that she got closer to the lake every day, she tried to escape but felt unable to move her legs, and all I could do was watch. I couldn't help her … and now they … they’re coming for me too. They are screaming everywhere. They come to me in my dreams, they roar in my head, they— (PoI-662164 goes silent) Dr. Chugaev: [PoI-662164]? Can you tell me more about your dreams? PoI-662164: Every time I fall asleep I dream that I am standing by a lake surrounded by a white mist. Then, the black water starts to bubble and, when they burst, they make the sound of metal rods crashing all around me. Then I look up from the bubbles and there’s a monster standing in the lake. Every time I sleep, I get a little closer to it. Last time I fell asleep I was almost touching the water. Dr. Chugaev: A monster? Would you mind giving me a detailed description of its appearance? PoI-662164: I can only ever see its apparent shape; the mist is always too thick to see it clearly. It was taller than all the surrounding mountains with its head in the clouds, but I couldn’t see anything more than that. It just stood there in the fog like that. And— (PoI-662164 hesitates for a moment) PoI-662164: I felt that it had a powerful attraction for me. It was calling me. It roared to me directly in my head. Whenever I see it, it’s as if there’s a force making my body involuntarily come towards it. It makes me want to— (Silence) — nevermind that. Dr. Chugaev: It’s okay, [PoI-662164], there will be time to get to that later. Apart from you and your wife, do you know if there are any other people who have had similar dreams? PoI-662164: Everyone I know, everyone, has dreamed about that thing lately. As soon as you get caught by it, it engulfs you and becomes your life, pulling you into the lake. You’d go outside and the whole neighborhood would be standing in the moonlight looking at the water, then the next day everyone would be talking about wanting to go for a swim, have a barbecue down by the water, all these things that I’ve never seen anyone do before. But me? I don't want to. I don't want to get caught. (The wind blows outside the interview room, blowing the window open and sending a howling sound throughout the ward. PoI-662164 freezes and slowly looks down at his hands before beginning to tremble.) Dr. Chugaev: What’s happening? [PoI-662164] tell me what’s happening. PoI-662164: (Now screaming) It is coming again! It’s coming … it’s coming … again … (PoI-662164 whispers "It's coming again" over and over to himself for the next thirty seconds before suddenly crying out.) PoI-662164: Ah—ha … Fuck you! Fuck off! Demon! Get away! Get away from me! … I, I'm … I'm separate, I'm independent, I won't be consumed by you, no, I won't be a part of you! I'm a human, I'm an independent person, I'm not part of you, I'm not … (PoI-662164 begins thrashing around his bed, prompting the caretaker beside him to hold him down on the bed and place him in restraints for his own safety.) Dr. Chugaev: Please calm down, [PoI-662164]. This place is safe, you won't get hurt here. I promise. PoI-662164: No, you don’t understand, doctor! They— they are inside me. They come in through the windows. This room is already filled with them and they whisper in my ears, mocking me, calling to me. They want me to go to the lake, to Anna, they say that Anna is in that lake— that Anna is part of them, part of that monster, that monster wants me to be it … (PoI-662164’s movements decrease to a shiver and he begins to cry, covering his face with his hands.) Dr. Chugaev: Don't worry, [PoI-662164]. You'll be fine. PoI-662164: I can hear Anna saying that to me too. They have her voice. She— they want me to get swallowed up by the demons in the lake. They want you all to go down there too. They want everyone— Dr. Chugaev: It’s okay. They won’t get us. We deal with worse all the time. (Dr. Chugaev stands up and closes the window. The sound of the wind stops and [PoI-662164] settles down. The caretaker removes his restraints and [PoI-662164] begins to rock in his chair, hugging his knees.) PoI-662164: I feel like I’m changing… I— I am a person, I am Adrian Rolfe, son of Mike Rolfe and Maria Rolfe, Anna's husband… electrical engineer and graduate of the Ohio State University… me… I am a person… I am human… I am not part of you, I am not… you. Give Anna back to me… send her back… (PoI-662164 begins crying deeply again, prompting the rest of the interview to be suspended until further notice.) Dr. Chugaev: Thank you, [PoI-662164]. I will be back soon. Take care of yourself. <End Log> Addendum III: Exploration of New Stony Lake Addendum III: Exploration of New Stony Lake Foreword: The following video log is recorded from the exploration of New Stony Lake using an unmanned submersible with instant messaging capability. <Start Log> 00:00~00:29 The submersible enters into New Stony Lake from the north shore. The view from within the submersible shows that the water is light brown in color with relatively good visibility. 00:29~01:12 The submersible descends to a depth of about 4m. A small, black, fibrous entity suddenly appears from the right side of the field of vision and then quickly leaves from the left side. 01:12~01:24 The submersible moves towards the lakeshore and finds a bivalve shellfish-like entity with roughly 40 elongated, black tentacle-like structures protruding from the shell and swinging in the water at the rocks of the lakeshore. Several metallic, mechanical structures of various sizes, including gears, motors, and levers, are observed on the slope of the lakeshore with their surfaces severely rusted. A large number of tiny, oily and fibrous materials are seen on the surface of the mechanical structures. 01:24~04:10 The submersible travels towards the epicenter of the lake. Several entities resembling [REDACTED] appear in the field of vision and then leave as the submersible approaches them. Another large entity moves close to the submersible and its tentacle-like structures protruding from its surface then rapidly grow and attempt to wrap around and capture the submersible. Through a quick escape maneuver, the submersible escapes unscathed. 04:10~05:12 At a depth of roughly 10m, a large number of tiny black oil droplet-like spherical entities are observed floating in the water. The entities appear to have the ability to move on their own through a pulsing motion akin to a jellyfish. They remain stationary in the absence of disturbance but actively evade the submersible when the latter comes close to them. 05:12~06:58 The submersible continues to dive and the number and size of the observed oil droplets gradually increase with depth. At 12m, several necklace-like structures consisting of 4-7 interconnected oil droplets are observed wriggling in the water. 06:58~07:10 A fish-like entity of about 2m in length appears in the field of vision. All the tissues on its back and tail are seen sloughing off as the submersible approaches, leaving only the skeleton connected by black fibrous material still swimming – several small black oil droplets continue to separate from the fibrous materials with every movement. The remaining tissues of the front half of the entity are completely covered by a large amount of black substances, forming ribbon-like, tentacle-like, and wheel-like large structures on the skin; some of the tissues around the eyes are detached and the skeleton is exposed. During swimming, the black material on its body surface continuously releases the black oil droplets of various sizes to the environment. A still frame at 18:52 (top) and the same frame after adjusting the exposure (bottom). Black fibrous structures and the large mechanical-like entity can be seen in the upper right corner of the frame. 07:10~09:20 The submersible descends to a depth of about 18m and observes a school of fish swimming in the distance. All the individuals in the school are covered with black material and have a large number of forked tentacles and sarcoma-like structures extending outward from their bodies. Two entities observed appear to be only fish skeletons connected by black fibers. One of the entities suddenly stops moving after swimming for a few seconds and the black fibers attached to the skeleton break apart into droplets - followed by the skeleton breaking up and sinking deeper. 09:20~14:13 The submersible continues to dive to a depth of about 30m. No fish are seen below a depth of about 20m, but the number of black oil droplets observed increases considerably and individuals with a diameter of about 10 cm begin to appear. Necklace-like structures consisting of multiple (>50) droplet entities are observed at a depth of about 30m, extending upward from the deeper area and twisting and oscillating in the water. Their lengths range from about 5 to 20 m. 14:13~15:02 The submersible accidentally makes contact with a chain-like structure, which quickly wraps around the surface of the submersible attempts to damage it. Despite successfully escaping through standard evasive maneuvers, the submersible's surfacing system is damaged irreparably; the submersible, as a result, is deemed irrecoverable from this point on. 15:02~17:10 The submersible sinks naturally to a water depth of approximately 40m. With the help of its illumination lamp, an unidentified giant entity with a roughly cylindrical shape is observed swimming below the submersible from the deeper area, with an estimated cross-sectional diameter of about 5m and a length of about 20m. The surface features of the entity resemble complex mechanical and fractal structures, although the specific structural details could not be captured due to the low transparency of the water and the limited lighting conditions. 17:10~19:32 The submersible sinks to a water depth of 50m. A large number of complex net-like structures formed by intricate necklace-like structures are observed filling the area below this depth. Droplet entities of varying sizes are continuously dislodged from each net and swim into the holes of other nets, integrating themselves within the new structure after a short period of time. The camera captures a cumulative total of three similar giant, cylindrical entities swimming far in the distance. 19:32~19:40 The submersible sinks into a net of necklace structures and is rapidly and completely enveloped. The camera frame changes to total blackness and, a few seconds later, the submersible loses its signal. <End Log> Addendum IV: 6217-PoI-662164 incident log Addendum IV: 6217-PoI-662164 incident log Five days after his initial interview, Site-6217 medical staff conducted a thorough physical examination of PoI-662164, finding that the internal structure of his body had completely changed in composition. All of his original nerves, blood vessels, and other tissues had been replaced completely by different tissues formed out of SCP-6217-B substances and his organs had transformed completely into structures never before seen. Foreword: Following the physical examination, PoI-662164 began entering frequent states of mania, stopped communicating with others, and attempted several times to escape from his containment room. Following his attempts to breach containment, Site-6217 staff began keeping records of all events involving PoI-662164 trying to harm guards, doctors, staff members, and researchers. Six days after his physical examination, incident 6217-20100831A occurred and the recording was entered into this file: <Start Log> 00:00~01:42 PoI-662164 walked to the center of the room, looked up, and stared into the camera. A black, fibrous material extended out of PoI-662164 and began writhing in the air, covering his whole body except for his face. 01:42~02:12 PoI-662164 kept a standing pose and stared at the camera for 30 seconds. 02:13~05:22 PoI-662164's body suddenly shattered and collapsed. The fragmentation process produced a large number of black spherical droplets of varying sizes that fell to the ground and rolled outward with a relatively large aggregation of black droplets presented at PoI-662164's standing position. The nearby droplets then recoiled and slowly clustered toward that aggregate and merged together. 05:23~05:48 The black droplet aggregate began to shake and deform, shifting its appearance between multiple forms rapidly - several new, complicated structures could be seen forming on the surface of the aggregate. 05:48~05:55 The amorphous aggregate forms into a singular entity with an appearance similar to [REDACTED]. A large number of rotating, gear-like structures can be seen on its surface, interconnected by encircling fibrous structures. 05:56~06:32 The black entity suddenly breaks through the door of the containment room at an accelerated speed before changing its appearance into another form, that of [REDACTED]. 06:33~07:32 The disc-like structure on the entity's surface rotates at high speed, driving its thousands of tree-like cable structures to move. The entity quickly entangles the two guards standing right outside the chamber door and binds them inside its mass of curled, tentacle-like structures. 07:33~12:44 The entity captures twelve more people in the corridor and lobby of Site-6217 in a similar way as before. Eventually, the entity breaks through the Site-6217 doors with the victims bound by its tentacle-like branches and moves towards New Stony Lake with great speed. <End Log> Afterward: The 15 individuals involved in the accident have been presumed lost to the entity. After the accident, Site-6217 modified the admission rules to allow the release of all SCP-6217-A-1 individuals exhibiting significant symptoms given that they will not leave Location-6217 in order to prevent additional loss of life of Foundation personnel. Documents pertinent to handling SCP-6217-B substances Addendum V: Description of SCP-6217-B Addendum V: Description of SCP-6217-B SCP-6217-B refers to a class of complicated substances based on iron-sulfur cluster compounds, which are naturally found exclusively within New Stony Lake and have currently been identified as the main source of the black coloration of New Stony Lake water. Derivative substances of SCP-6217-B have been found in body tissues, fibrous structures on the skin, secretions, and excretions of SCP-6217-A-1 individuals. As well, SCP-6217-A-1 entities have been found to produce samples of SCP-6217-B. Experiments at Site-6217 have also confirmed that the SCP-6217-A infection is caused directly by contact exposure to any SCP-6217-B substance, i.e., SCP-6217-B substances are the pathogen of SCP-6217-A. Theoretically, SCP-6217-B substances are not thermodynamically stable and cannot exist outside of a vacuum environment. Therefore, their presence itself within Location-6217 is considered an anomalous phenomenon. Under natural conditions, SCP-6217-B substances have an intrinsic tendency to spontaneously aggregate and assemble into larger specific structures. The corresponding substances/aggregates/objects have been designates as SCP-6217-B-1 to SCP-6217-B-4, respectively, based on their different levels of assembly. The theorized final assembly level has been designated as SCP-6217-B-5, although it is still unclear whether SCP-6217-B-5 exists and what its nature is. The following documents show a series of studies on SCP-6217-B conducted by Site-6217’s former principal researcher, Dr. Alexander Chugaev. Block-shaped crystals of the primary SCP-6217-B-1 compound (Level 1 Assembly). Item #: SCP-6217-B-1 Description: SCP-6217-B-1 refers to the basic, and most prevalent components of SCP-6217-B, which are chain-like polymers of different sizes and molecular weights formed by several iron-sulfur atom clusters. These substances are soluble in water and are considered the underlying cause of the rusty-brown color of the water in New Stony Lake. Schematic illustration of the primary structure of SCP-6217-B-1. The red, yellow, grey and violet spheres represent oxygen, sulfur, iron, and potassium atoms, respectively. The basic structural unit of SCP-6217-B-1 substances is an [Fe6S8] cluster structure. The atomic clusters are connected to each other by sulfur atoms, forming chain-like multimers of different sizes and charges. Each cluster unit is surrounded by four different small molecules attached to the iron atoms, which are treated as ligands. The SCP-6217-B-1 compound with water molecules in the place of all ligand binding sites is referred to as the primary SCP-6217-B-1 compound. Other small molecules, such as amino acids, can also replace the water molecules and function as ligands on SCP-6217-B-1 substances. The oxidation state of the iron atoms in the atomic cluster may also change, which will lead to a change in the overall charge of SCP-6217-B-1 molecules. This change often triggers the spontaneous folding of the parent SCP-6217-B-1 to form various SCP-6217-B-2 aggregates of different sizes and functions. SCP-6217-B-1 is following a completely different set of chemical laws compared with the usual iron compounds. Theoretical calculations based on the normal chemistry of iron and sulfur show that these compounds are not supposed to be thermodynamically stable, especially not in the presence of oxygen. Other characterization results imply that the forces between the atoms have been changed. It is impossible to synthesize any SCP-6217-B-1 compounds with "normal" iron- and sulfur-containing precursors obtained outside Location-6217. However, if these normal iron- and sulfur-containing materials are mixed with the anomalous compounds, their tendency to spontaneously assemble into SCP-6217-B-1 will rise significantly. They can also continue to pass on this anomalous property to other normal iron and sulfur atoms upon contact. Researcher’s note: SCP-6217-B-1 is one of the most unique anomalies I have ever encountered at the Foundation. The assembly of these atoms, rather than describing it as a result of thermodynamics or chemistry, is much more similar to a deliberately built sculpture. Yet, even as sculptures, they should not be able to stand. As I work more with these compounds, I question if the atoms in these substances are even remotely like those I have worked with previously. It’s as if they are no longer iron and sulphur atoms - as if they no longer belong to their original elements and something has changed them and transformed them into something else completely. This isn’t even to mention that they are actually able to infect ‘normal’ atoms through what I can only assume are their electrons. As soon as the normal atoms ‘touched’ those infected by SCP-6217, they lost their original chemical properties and spontaneously assembled into SCP-6217-B-1. It feels like a zombie crisis at the atomic level. If these abnormal substances are allowed out of Location-6217, I am afraid that it will definitely trigger catastrophic consequences for life as humans have come to know it. Until further work can be done on these substances, I am declaring Location-6217 to be a quarantine zone with no samples out of Site-6217. Electron micrograph of some dumbbell-shaped SCP-6217-B-2 entities. Item #: SCP-6217-B-2 Description: SCP-6217-B-2 is a kind of molecular aggregate based on iron-sulphur clusters that behave similar to molecular machines, such as molecular motors and bearings capable of performing a series of complex functions. SCP-6217-B-2 samples are found abundantly in the lake water of New Stony Lake. Under suitable conditions, different SCP-6217-B-2 instances will spontaneously aggregate further to form vesicle-like structures known as SCP-6217-B-3. Structural model of an SCP-6217-B-2 nanomotor. SCP-6217-B-2 entities form various different structures and utilize energy from different sources as the driving force of their motion. Depending on their structure, SCP-6217-B-2 instances can catalyze a variety of energy-releasing redox reactions and use the chemical energy for their own motion. Additionally, all SCP-6217-B-2 instances can use the current generated by light as an available source of energy. Tens of thousands of SCP-6217-B-2 instances with different structures and functions have been identified, and the detailed structures of most of them are still unknown. A few kinds of SCP-6217-B-2 have been structurally analyzed with X-ray diffraction and other characterization methods, which have confirmed that SCP-6217-B-2 instances are formed through the folding of SCP-6217-B-1 substances. As well, the exact folding mode of the SCP-6217-B-1 compounds depends on their charge and the type of ligands on their surface, which lead to the formation of different SCP-6217-B-2 structures and functions. Despite this, the experimental and observational results are still contrary to the theoretical prediction (i.e. the folding patterns of SCP-6217-B-2 are not in accordance with the theoretical predictions). Simulations have also failed to reproduce their observed motions, which may indicate that further investigation of the underlying physical mechanisms of motion is needed. Researcher’s note: If SCP-6217-B-1 can be regarded as analogs of amino acids and peptides, SCP-6217-B-2 can then be seen as the counterparts of proteins. The way of folding from SCP-6217-B-1 to SCP-6217-B-2 reminded me today of Chinese and Japanese origami. The same simple piece of paper can have different shapes, functions, and movements if you fold it in different forms. But some origami structures, such as a paper spring that is pressed tightly, are not that stable and can only keep that shape if you press them with your hand. The structure of many SCP-6217-B-2 instances roughly give me the feeling that something keeps holding them in their present shape and controls their movement like controlling marionettes. It is my intent to find this entity. I don't know why. I shouldn't have such an attitude towards these molecular structure models. But ever since I arrived at Site-6217 I've had a … lingering fear in the back of my mind when I look at these structures. It makes it hard to think clearly and rationally. Maybe it’s a mental influence, a cognitive hazard, or something else. I don't know. But these things in my lab … they lack the vitality of life. My instincts are keeping me away from them. In my fear I had conceived of these atoms as dead. As empty shells, lacking a tangible feeling. They were no longer iron or sulfur atoms; something had killed them and was manipulating them. They had become corpses to me, corpses sewn together by some unknown, uncaring force. The structures of SCP-6217-B-2 are Frankenstein's monsters made up of tens of thousands of corpses. They seem to be driven solely by the hunger for energy, unsatisfactorily devouring it voraciously from the outside world and then using it in their own twisted actions and, in the process, damning other matter to their same merciless fate. Aggregating SCP-6217-B-3 entities with the size of 100~600μm viewed through an optical microscope. Item #: SCP-6217-B-3 Description: SCP-6217-B-3 refers to a collection of vesicle-like structures of varying sizes formed by the spontaneous aggregation of SCP-6217-B-2 instances. SCP-6217-3 entities generally appear as black circular droplets ranging in size from 5 μm to 10 cm and contain a variety of SCP-6217-B-2 with different functions working together. SCP-6217-B-3 entities behave similarly to organics-based cells in that they have the ability to act autonomously and can ingest similarly composed matter from the surrounding environment for their own growth. An SCP-6217-B-3 entity often contains multiple energy-harvesting SCP-6217-B-2 individuals within it, which makes SCP-6217-B-3 extremely efficient at utilizing energy from iron and sulfur sources as operational power. (Researcher’s note: They are feeding on themselves and the earth. Their hunger may never end on this planet of silica.) Under high concentrations, SCP-6217-B-3 tends to aggregate spontaneously to form necklace-like SCP-6217-B-4 structures, as well as more complicated SCP-6217-B-4 aggregates. Researcher’s note: I watch them flagellate in the Petri dishes, feasting on each other and whatever iron and minerals they can reach. But they are not without intention. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. They seem to be— well, to be thinking. Together. And speaking. As I look down through my microscope I can feel them looking back up at me. Urging me to feed them. Something. Anything. I deposited a handful of soil and a nail into their beaker today and, for a moment it stopped. They tore through both like a swarm of rabid piranha and left me with silence for the following hour. Maybe some new containment measures are required. An example of SCP-6217-B-4 with a trifold gearwheel-like symmetric feature. Item #: SCP-6217-B-4 Description: SCP-6217-B-4 refers to structures formed by the spontaneous aggregation of SCP-6217-B-3, which are extremely complex and diverse in shape. The most common structures of SCP-6217-B-4 are the tree- and necklace-shaped entities, which are considered as the primary form of SCP-6217-B-4. The vast majority of SCP-6217-B-4 with complicated shapes have partially mechanical-like characteristics; their structures often contain parts that are similar in shape and structure to mechanical designs, such as gears, hydraulic pistons, axles, and electrical circuits. SCP-6217-B-4 entities can be classified into different types based on their internal structure, similar to multicellular organisms. SCP-6217-B-4 entities are typically able to deform and move autonomously, and they are aggressive towards entities and objects containing iron- and sulfur-based materials. As well, SCP-6217-B-4 will attack regular creatures, resulting in them becoming infected with SCP-6217-A. (Researcher’s note: SCP-6217-B-4 entities appear to be attracted to human blood and will enter a frenzy when blood is entered into their immediate environment. It is presumed that this is because of the iron in our hemoglobin, but this is yet to be tested thoroughly.) Under certain conditions, different SCP-6217-B-4 instances will further merge and assemble into more complex SCP-6217-B-4 entities. The largest known SCP-6217-B-4 entity is a massive, reticulated structure found at the bottom of New Stony Lake. It is assumed that infecting organisms with SCP-6217-A is an important way for SCP-6217-B-4 to reproduce. SCP-6217-B can also obtain the energy necessary for their growth and activity by oxidizing organic components of the organic tissues of the host. When a sample of SCP-6217-B-4 comes into contact with an organism, it will release some of its SCP-6217-B-2 instances into the body of the host and will rapidly infect the organism, turning it into an instance of SCP-6217-A-1. When infected by these SCP-6217-B-2 instances, the SCP-6217-A-1 will seek and ingest large amounts of iron and sulfur to synthesize more SCP-6217-B-2. The newly generated SCP-6217-B-2 will then combine to form SCP-6217-B-3 instances, which will undergo further aggregation to form new tissue-like SCP-6217-B-4 and replace the host's original body tissues. The newly generated SCP-6217-B-4, capable of replacing the original body organs of the host, often have different structures and operating mechanisms from the original biological organs, mimicking various mechanical devices instead of organ systems. In one occurrence, a human heart was replaced by a mechanical membrane pump, nerve tissues were replaced by a wire-like system, and a brain was replaced by a modular structure similar in principle to an electronic computer motherboard assembled with various accessories. When the SCP-6217-A-1 instance enters its final stage of infection by SCP-6217-B-4, they will become compelled to enter into New Stony Lake. Once they reach the water, SCP-6217-B substances will be released into the lake, completing the reproduction process of SCP-6217-B-4. This pathway is currently speculated to be one of the main sources of SCP-6217-B within New Stony Lake. Researcher’s note: It seems that SCP-6217-B bears similarity to parasitic wasps and parasitic fungi, laying their eggs or spores inside their hosts, manipulating their hosts to find nutrients and a suitable environment for their descendants, and finally killing the hosts and releasing the new entities. Once infected, the hosts are not of their own free will and are obedient entirely to the infection. And yet, [PoI-662164] resisted. It makes no sense. Unlike the other SCP-6217-B entities, I am left with nothing but emptiness looking at the samples of SCP-6217-B-4. No matter how much I feed them, no matter who what I feed them, they behave as soulless machines, working to consume and infect and nothing more. Like everything they do follows a command written long ago, telling them to do this. Telling them to reproduce, to attack, to go back to the lake, to bond with others of their kind. The creatures manipulated by them see the lake as their home and fall into the water, one after another. Something in the lake is calling them, and I'm afraid it's not some monster, but— instructions. Instructions buried deep in the tiniest mechanical structures of these entities. Their own mechanical structures command them to return to the lake, it's part of them, it's themselves. They cannot resist, they will not resist. And once you become them, it’s part of you too. But, why? Item #: SCP-6217-B-5 Description: SCP-6217-B-5 is the theorized final form produced by the self-assembly process of SCP-6217-B substances. SCP-6217-B-5 is suspected to be related to the "giant black entity at the bottom of the lake" described by several human SCP-6217-A-1 instances as appearing in their dreams. The existence of SCP-6217-B-5 is not yet confirmed. Researcher’s note: Could it be? Documents pertinent to relevant groups of interest Addendum VI: Interview log with PoI-678142 Addendum VI: Interview log with PoI-678142 Subject Name: Michael Christensen PoI-678142 Subject Identifiers: Male, 43-years-old, medical history unknown, blood type unknown Subject History: Initial physical examination showed that, at the time of his discovery, PoI-678142 had only 0.6% of his body tissue replaced by SCP-6217-B and was in the early stages of disease progression. Background investigation into his history revealed that PoI-678142 was a former member of GoI-004A "Broken Church." PoI-678142 was asked about SCP-6217-A and SCP-6217-B due to their similarity to other anomalies associated with the Church of the Broken God. <Start Log> Dr. Chugaev: Good afternoon, [PoI-678142]. I hope you are settling well into your new life here. We would like some information from you — PoI-678142: No need for formalities, jailer. I was once an academic man like you, so ask your questions and spread our history through your records. Dr. Chugaev: Our previous investigation revealed that you were a member of the Broken Church. The entities we have found [in Location-6217] are remarkably similar to the church’s style. So when we found you lurking around— I think you can see where this is going. PoI-678142: I admit that the lake does have some relevance to the Church of the Broken God, but not the Broken Church. It’s us, my mentors. Dr. Chugaev: Sorry, what does this mean? Aren’t you a Broken Church member? PoI-678142: To be honest, I left the Broken Church years ago. I am still retaining my devotion to the Broken God, but after witnessing how our attempts to resurrect God have failed, my faith in the old church had begun to waver. I couldn't understand why this was happening. That is, until my mentors came along and helped me clarify the path. Emblem found on the walls in the factories, believed to be relevant to the previously unknown church mentioned here. Dr. Chugaev: Your mentors? Are you saying that there are other followers of the Broken God here? PoI-678142: About a year ago, they appeared out of nowhere in this town and established a sect by the lake. You should know about it, it's the factories you see there. They approached me and a few other members of the Church of the Broken God who lived nearby and asked us for assistance. Dr. Chugaev: Of course we made note of the factories. They’re nothing but some old, run-down, chemical plants located near the lake. They’ve been checked and— PoI-678142: You could not be more wrong, jailer. Those buildings are not common factories. Sure, that’s how they started, but for most of their life, they were places of divine worship. Dr. Chugaev: So what did they say to you? PoI-678142: They have developed a new belief about the God of Brokenness that is very inspiring to me. I've been thinking about the problem that we've always understood the Broken God as a combination of mechanics, but nothing that has been attempted has been successful. PoI-678142: Those people seem to have left the Broken Church as well as several other branches since the catastrophe of 1945. They told us that we chose a … wrong path before. We seem to be moving farther and farther away from the nature of God. Dr. Chugaev: 1945 — okay, this looks like something that is beyond my clearance, but never mind. So, you are saying that they are a new church different from the previous three churches. PoI-678142: That's right. They criticize the old church's view. The Broken Church and the Cogwork Orthodox Church have been working to resurrect God with machinery, but no one had ever defined what machinery is. Mekhane is a… too formalistic understanding. Maxwellism … According to the mentors, WAN is the closest form to the essence of God, but is still only a facet of Him and fails to touch the nature of God. Dr. Chugaev: What is the nature of the Broken God, then? PoI-678142: It's something more essential. We can call gears, tracks, bearings and balls mechanical, but that does not cover the full spectrum of the word's meaning. From the smallest atoms and molecules to the largest planets and universes, all of them are in mechanical motion. The God of Brokenness is the master of it all, the will of nature. Dr. Chugaev: Quite a novel theory. Well, I've never heard any members of the Church of the Broken God talk about it, which is interesting. So, you've invested in their faith instead. PoI-678142: I should say … for myself, that is true. But they didn't take us with them before they left. Faith is only a necessary form to reach the ultimate goal … They said they would return one day and become one with us. Dr. Chugaev: Leave? Becoming one? Sorry, I think we're going too fast, can you elaborate on that? PoI-678142: After their arrival, they had used the factories to produce all kinds of parts for their rituals. They were driven out and dumped everything directly into the lake. Dr. Chugaev: Hold on a second. So this lake was polluted by that church? PoI-678142: You call it pollution; they call it spreading the Broken God’s influence. The iron and sulphur of the earth and lake were just waiting to be actualized by the church and all it took was a few rituals before life began to proliferate. Dr. Chugaev: So you are joining in this too. PoI-678142: Not exactly. But what I know is, as one night, lightning shot forth from the cloudless sky and struck the middle of the lake during a ritual. Just as The Book of Rites stated, lightning is the hammer of God, and this phenomenon, we believe, is His will. The Holos Field was created. Dr. Chugaev: What is a Holos Field? PoI-678142: The electromagnetic field of God, the glue used to connect all beings in the world, the loving touch of the hands of the Broken One. He would reach into our world through the power of the ‘Holos Field’ to reshape the very atoms into brick and mortar. Dr. Chugaev: Are you saying that this anomaly is an electromagnetic field? It caused the formation of this strange disease? PoI-678142: Yes, and no. It is the electromagnetic field that created the new form of life of the Broken God. But jailer, you do not understand. It is not a disease. It is symbiosis. We are the same, us and them. Just as we always have been. Dr. Chugaev: So they — no, what is your purpose in doing this? Most of your people have disappeared- PoI-678142: We never disappear, jailer. We just change form. Dr. Chugaev: And what exactly are you changing form into? People are missing. Their bodies collapsing into black droplets. I don't really think there is any doubt that this is death in the physiological sense. PoI-678142: The world does not care what you believe and what you doubt. We have received true revelation from the words of the Broken God. There is only one way to truly restore the Broken God, and that is to integrate all of ourselves into Him. We are the parts. When all physical bodies of life are put together into a new body, and all the souls become one, the divinity of the Broken God will be revealed. Each of us will share in His divinity and become a part of Him. Dr. Chugaev: So what's happening here is that you're trying to build what you call a broken god, by killing everyone and turning them into slimy black liquid robots? Is that right? PoI-678142: No, jailer. It is not us doing this, it is the will of God Himself. He is constructing his own incarnation and bringing us to the ultimate state of union. The fragments are assembling spontaneously. This lake is to become the primordial soup of the Broken God’s light. Dr. Chugaev: But why are you so sure that it's the Broken God and not something else — you know, the Cogwork Orthodox Church had also encountered a monster disguised as the Broken God, and now there's nothing but black mud in this lake. Maybe there is no such thing as a Broken God. PoI-678142: Although He has not yet been born in this world, He has appeared in the dreams of each of us in the spiritual world of the followers, extending an invitation to us. He stands in the middle of the foggy lake, and anyone who knows anything about the Broken God will not doubt after seeing Him - He is the real God of Brokenness. Each of us is sharing in the love and gifts of Him. He is guiding us on the path to becoming God. He is returning to the world, and this time, each of us will be His parts. Dr. Chugaev: I know very well. Those things don't have any feelings, they are like puppets on strings manipulated by something, just carrying out some fixed instructions. Would you rather become like this and follow the god you speak of? This is not in line with the teachings of any of your old churches, this is … imprisoning your souls. PoI-678142: Creatures are never free, jailer. Each of us fights for instincts. What you think is free will is nothing more than an instinct engraved in your selfish genes. If you want to gain true freedom, you should choose to join us, to become part of the Broken God, to become part of the will of nature, to put yourself into the movement of everything in the world, from the largest star to the smallest dust. PoI-678142: It is impossible to stop this process. The will of the God of Brokenness will spread throughout the world with the winds, the rivers, the circulation of matter, and the movement of the atmosphere. When the stars shine, He will return to His earth, so that all beings will share in His divinity in the ultimate union, becoming Him, becoming God — (The screech of a chair sliding backward and PoI-678142 standing up quickly are audible) Dr. Chugaev: Please sit down, I have a few— PoI-678142: Remember this, jailer. Apart, we are Broken. United, we are God. <End Log> WARNING By the order of the Overseer Council, the addenda VII to VIII of this document are restricted to 5/6217 level clearance or higher. ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6217 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. If you have the appropriate clearance, please click below to verify. Click to verify clearance Verification successful Addendum VII: Detailed description of SCP-6217 The following document documents a detailed description of the SCP-6217 written by former Principal Investigator Dr. Alexander Chugaev. Access to the relevant content is restricted to those holding 5/6217 credentials. Fields of a positive point charge. SCP-6217 functions in the same pattern. Item #: SCP-6217 Description: SCP-6217 is an anomalous electromagnetic field occurring at the atomic and molecular scales known by members of the Church of the Broken God under the name of “the Holos Field.” SCP-6217 is close to the electromagnetic field produced by point charges, and is able to superimpose itself upon the original electric field of an affected iron atom nucleus, causing a change in the nucleus's ability to bind electrons naturally inside the atom. The occurrence of SCP-6217 leads to an increase in electronegativity and electron-withdrawing ability of the iron atom, enhancing the affinity of iron atoms for sulfur atoms and the strength of Fe-Fe and Fe-S chemical bonds. New weak interactions between the affected iron atoms will also occur as a result of the anomalous effect. The anomalous effect of SCP-6217 stabilizes the structure and folding of SCP-6217-B substances, and thus provides a basis for the existence of complex chemical systems and even rudimentary life forms based on iron-sulfur clusters. Therefore, it is theorized that SCP-6217 is the basis for the existence of SCP-6217-A and SCP-6217-B. SCP-6217 is infectious between iron atoms. When an unaffected atom gets within 5 angstroms1 of an SCP-6217 affected iron atom, it may be assimilated by SCP-6217 and transformed into an anomalous iron atom. Spread of anomalous iron atoms is expected to lead to an increase in the range of SCP-6217’s effects until the entire planet is under the influence of SCP-6217. As of yet, there is still no effective way to interrupt this process. Researcher’s note: I awoke in the middle of the night last night with an idea. If we add a positive electric field to the atomic structure of iron that emanates outward from the nucleus — in other words, slightly increase the electronegativity of iron — we could stop SCP-6217 in its tracks. After making some corrections to our calculations, I was able to match our experimental results of the SCP-6217 phenomenon with the simulation. If my calculations are indeed correct, even the slightest change to their structure could cause a complete collapse of the chemical basis on which the entire SCP-6217-B is maintained. The Broken God or not, something really is manipulating these atoms to make them act like this. It’s making machinery out of the very earth and writing its designs into our universe through this almost mechanical structure. Addendum VIII: Recovered files from the personal journal of former Chief Researcher of SCP-6217, Dr. Alexander Chugaev October Report I Tiny rod-like SCP-6217-B-4 entities moving in culture fluid. I have to say, if regarding them as creatures, these things would be the closest to the Darwinian demons2 for survival. They are utilizing almost all energy sources. They can turn a whole piece of pork into just carbon dioxide, water and nitrogen within hours. But when it comes to being used against us, this will really be a problem. This is horrific to me, although I know I should not have felt this. Are these things mind-affecting or are they just trying to keep their physics a secret? October Report II This is shit. Can we really only watch it develop and do nothing about it? Update: The four closest towns to Location-6217 are considered seriously affected by SCP-6217. No human survivors are observed in these towns and all remaining organisms are transformed to SCP-6217-A-1. A proposal to enlarge the range of Location-6217 to cover these towns has been approved by the Overseer Council. Effective immediately. November Report Simulated models are looking promising. Every collected value is well within the bounds of expectations. I have some neuroscientists from Site-120 joining me in December as the final entry into Site-6217 to deal with the possible cognitohazardous effects of the anomalous substances. This will be the last time. The situation won't allow us to stay here for longer than a year. Hope I can leave this goddamn area alive. December Report No way to stop the strange electric field. But I really don’t want to give it up here. Test Record No. Experiment Result 6217-102 Counteracting the effects of SCP-6217 using positive electric field The electric field generated is far from sufficient to counteract the effects of SCP-6217, while affecting the stability of the normal compound. Experiment aborted. 6217-312 Isolating the substances affected by SCP-6217 using magnetic fields Successfully confined the anomalous material in the magnetic trap, but could not eliminate its anomalous effects. 6217-782 Obstructing SCP-6217 propagation using reality stabilizers Failed. No significant propagation slowdown was observed. January Report Still no breakthrough. John3 has been trying to help with my calculations but just doesn’t get it. But that’s alright, not everyone can be good at mathematics. Instead, I’ve sent him off to the medical ward to conduct brain scans of those affected. Next week we start doing open-brain scans, so we are hopeful of results then. March Report A staff member of Site-6217 was infected. He was never in contact with any SCP-6217-related materials. This is really strange. What I am afraid of is that … If these ashes and dust containing anomalous iron atoms can spread SCP-6217 … Hope that this is just an isolated case, but I just couldn’t stop worrying. May Report I Again, and again, and again. Update: the three closest towns to Location-6217 are considered affected seriously by SCP-6217. All organisms left are transformed to SCP-6217-A-1. 3 humanoid SCP-6217-A-1 entities in their final phase of infection were observed. A proposal to enlarge the range of Location-6217 to cover these towns has been approved by the Overseer Council. Effective immediately. Total number of towns in Location-6217 increased to 10. Update: A research article published on Journal of the American Chemistry Society reported the unusual chemical behaviors of iron ore samples collected in Ohio. The article has been retracted under the covery story of data misuse. 1 author of the article has been diagnosed SCP-6217-A. Further investigation about the mineral samples and their place of discovery is to be conducted soon. May Report II A lot of staff members are telling me that they are dreaming of a strange black monster with enormous gears surrounding it. Luckily, no evidence of them being infected by SCP-6217. Just give us a little bit more time, just a few more weeks will be enough. Please. June Report We are running out of time. Update: A "strange disease" has broken out in France with typical SCP-6217-A symptoms, reported by a French media outlet on their website. Related information has been removed. Amnestics procedure has been conducted to eliminate the possible information leak. Proposal Status Note Destroy Location-6217 with nuclear weapon Rejected by Overseer Council The most probable result is the worldwide spread of anomalous iron atoms. Construct an internal circulating system to prevent anomalous matter being spread out of Location-6217 Rejected by Overseer Council The cost is unaffordable. Isolate Location-6217 physically with isolation facilities Rejected by Overseer Council No realistic method to completely isolate all substances within Location-6217. July Report After years recording them, I saw it finally with my own eyes a week ago. The black figure. I feel like it is a giant black hole, absorbing the souls and wills of all life without satisfaction. I can see that behind it is the one controlling all the aimless mechanical black marionettes. Yesterday I accidentally cut my hand during the experiment. No pain, No blood. I could clearly see something under my skin, not veins, but … wires. I tried to get a bandage from the drawer, and as I obtained it, the wound became bloody again. Today, the wound vanished, as if it had never occurred. Am I hallucinating? I’ve been working continuously for like four days without sleep. I cannot even feel sleepy. Maybe it is time to have a rest. September Report I No place left for us to escape to. Update: The seven more closest towns to Location-6217 are considered affected seriously by SCP-6217. All organisms left are transformed to SCP-6217-A-1. No human survivors were observed. A proposal to enlarge the range of Location-6217 to cover these towns has been approved by the Overseer Council. Effective immediately. The total number of towns in Location-6217 increased to 17. Update: 1,721 independent cases of humanoid SCP-6217-A-1, along with 186,830 independent cases of non-humanoid SCP-6217-A-1, unrelated to Location-6217 or any known cases of SCP-6217-A-1, have been found worldwide. Proposal Status Note Use SCP-2000 to eliminate the effect of SCP-6217 Rejected by Overseer Council Ingredients used by SCP-2000 may also be affected by the anomaly. Conduct ENNUI Protocol Rejected by Overseer Council [DATA EXPUNGED] September Report II All contact with the Foundation has been lost. No more updates. We have been isolated. I have activated the distress beacon, hope that works. More than four-fifths of staff members are diagnosed SCP-6217-A. John is one of them, me too. Now it is almost impossible for us to leave this cursed place … and we are likely to die here, am I right? I am feeling fog in my brain, as if something is controlling my motion. John reported yesterday that he had dreamt about the black figure and asked to talk to a psychologist. I pretended to reassure him that that was perfectly fine as I’ve been having dreams since July, but … well. Both of us know what this means. Strangely, I did not feel very upset, as if I had been asked not to do so … Well… now that I have no choice, I’ll be here, working on it. December Report I The final living staff died of starvation this week. Frankly, I hadn’t even noticed that we had run out of food at all. In fact, I haven’t left my office in months. I must have been eating something, I don’t know what … but almost all steel things in my living room have gone. I have no idea what I have done during the previous days, as if I was acting autonomously, without any memories and emotions. Am I becoming a robot? Like what is hidden under my skin? John also has been lost to the infection completely. In his last days he was just repeatedly saying nonsense like a broken record. His voice cracked and gargled with each dry breath he took. I asked him about his family, he did not give me any answers that make sense. I guess this is also what I will be. I really don't want to. Undated report What is the date today? I feel like I have been sitting here for like more than one month without any memory. I stared at the photo on my desk for like an hour, trying to recall who they are. Damn it, they are my family. Why am I forgetting about this? What have I done during the past days? Who am I? Am I a robot? Am I a human — no, I am still a human. See, I am still thinking, remembering, I am still feeling the emotions. I am Alexander Chugaev. Head of research at Site-120. I am Alexander Chugaev. Undated report I've been dreaming the black … figure, for months. I feel like He is saying something to me but I cannot hear it clearly. I must escape - I want to escape but I simply can't. I can feel that every time I step forward, I am losing my free will. Maybe being a robot won't make much difference No … This is impossible. I am still a human, I have the right to change my life, I'm not just gears and wheels controlled by someone else, right? Undated report I am Alexander Chugaev. The things I did were my choice. I am not a machine. I am alive. I am not a machine. The calculations finally make sense. He explained them to me. It is not the calculations or atoms that are wrong, it is the rest of the world. Nature rips at the universal code and pieces it together without intent. The calculations do not make sense because I do not make sense. Did do not make sense. I am a human because I have don't have have the free will. It was all my decision. And I now understand. Undated report The black figure is calling me. He is asking me to go to the lakeshore factories. It is the goddamn factories. I must go there. I need to ask them why, what and when. I must show him that I am still a human, I will never be a robot. The following content was recovered from a portable recording device left in the office of Dr. Alexander Chugaev. The voice of his interlocutor is close to an electronically synthesized voice and lacks intonation, and his vocal characteristics are difficult to identify. More information about the previously unknown branch of the Broken God Church mentioned in the log, known as GoI-004D "Sanctuary of the Holistic", is still under investigation. Dr. Chugaev: Who are you? [Unknown]: Who summoned the Broken God. Dr. Chugaev: You belong to the fourth church of the Broken God. [Unknown]: Correct. We are the Sanctuary of the Holistic. Dr. Chugaev: Why are you doing this? Why are you killing people with the black mud? Why are you summoning your so-called Broken God? None of this seems right. [Unknown]: We left the old churches dozens of years ago. They are seeking to restore God, but they are stuck with God Himself in various forms. If they go one step further, they will discover His nature — union, orderliness, emergence. Dr. Chugaev: So why is this related to the figure on the lake – what is in the lake? [Unknown]: The incarnation of God. Like Mekhane or WAN, they are indeed the Broken God, but not the only side of Him. But, He will need this body to come back into the world. Everything that happens in the lake is just a replay of the evolution of life, the self-assembly of the Broken God, helping all life to arrive at the pole of evolution — the ultimate connection He represents. [Unknown]: Now it is not yet developed; they are still separate pieces, just like everything else in the world, and have not yet reached the final union. But they are messengers. They will guide every soul in the world to the road of union. [Unknown]: Now let me ask you – what are you waiting for? Dr. Chugaev: What do you mean? [Unknown]: Why are you still hesitant to join the great work? Dr. Chugaev: Because I am a human, I'm not a robot. even though … I know my body has become this way, at least I'm still … I'm still alive, I can still sense, I can still think, I can still decide what I'm going to do next — I still have free will. [Unknown]: Free will — Ah … I see, so that's it. You still believe in the existence of free will. Interesting. Dr. Chugaev: Why not? It's the only thing left to define me as a human. My physical body is gradually becoming mechanical. I still believe I am a human because of my free will. [Unknown]: So, you think you're not mechanical? Free will is an illusion. Your consciousness is built on top of the matter. Consciousness is the electrical and chemical signals in your neurons, the sodium and potassium ion channels, the synaptic receptors, the neurotransmitters, all of which are just delicate molecular machines. Emotions can be constructed by logical circuits and electrical signals, and memories can be implanted. You should know that much better than me, jailer. Dr. Chugaev: No, machines can only behave according to their specifications, unlike life. They will never be the subject. They are just the object. I clearly know what I am losing and what differences exist between humans and robots, I don't need you — or any others — to tell me about that. I will try my best to protect my humanity. My soul is still holding me up. [Unknown]: Life? Organisms are also combinations of molecular mechanical parts. It is the Broken God who guided the formation and evolution of life, and you can see His figure behind every step of the evolution. Machinery and mechanical laws have dominated all organisms since the moment of their origin. Dr. Chugaev: You want to talk to me about mechanical determinism? I'm sorry, I can not agree with this ridiculous theory. Quantum mechanics has long proven the existence of randomness, or at least I don't think everything we have is something that was shaped like machinery at the beginning of everything. [Unknown]: So are you agreeing that everything about you is controlled by randomness? The collapse of the wave function, that's all your "humanity"? In the end, aren't you still governed by the so-called randomness? Is this free? Dr. Chugaev: What … ? No, I am deciding it myself, not … (Silence) [Unknown]: Don't forget that random events follow the laws of statistics, and the result of these statistics is the macroscopic world we are living in. This world is still governed by the mechanical law of cause and effect. Even the very fact that you are now thinking about free will is a result of the mechanical law of cause and effect. All things, your birth, your thinking about free will now, are all determined at the moment the universe was born. Dr. Chugaev: (Trembling tone) This … this could not be true … there will definitely be something that can break … [Unknown]: You are just still trying to escape from the truth. You know that it is true. You know it very well. Every evolution of life, from the primordial soup in the ocean to today, has been like this. Self-replication, ATP synthase, flagella, motor proteins. The mechanical movement of molecules creates mechanical structures, and mechanical structures create life. Each complexity of the system relies on the sophisticated cooperation of a large number of machines from which new properties emerge. Dr. Chugaev: Well … in that case … life itself is mechanical? [Unknown]: Everything is mechanical. The universe itself is a precisely functioning mechanical assembly. This is the truth of the Broken God. It is the will of the organization of nature. He is the architect of all life. He allows life to develop in the way He envisions, and life runs according to the pre-determined program He sets. [Unknown]: The process of evolution is the process of emergence. The process of emergence is the process of mechanical assembly, which is the process of mechanization, which is the process of - Dr. Chugaev: … That is, the process of the Broken God reconstructing Himself? [Unknown]: You will figure it out by yourself. The following was left written on Dr. Alexander Chugaev’s blackboard along with a series of indecipherable equations: We are the missing pieces. And we shall return to repair Him. Dr. Alexander Chugaev disappeared on 12/10/2020 and his whereabouts are unknown. At this time, Dr. Chugaev is believed to be deceased. Footnotes 1. 1 angstrom is equal to 10-10m. 2. A hypothetical organism that possesses all traits of organisms that are conducive to survival. 3. presumably John Parker, Foundation paraneuroscientist from Site-120. WARNING: Illegal page tampering was detected. Emergency protective procedure initiated. Logging out… The Broken God Awaits. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6217" by Re_spectators and Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6217. 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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Item #: 6218 Classified Level 3 Photo on the surface of SCP-6218. Pictured: Niles Morse.1 Special Containment Procedures: The Department of Discretion spread a disinformation campaign in 2002 which discouraged space exploration, interest in the cosmos, and faster than light travel. The media and many academic institutions were planted with the idea that the universe is expanding and that humanity is trapped within the Milky Way's local group. Provisional Site-6218 has been constructed on the surface of SCP-6218. It is currently operational and manned by 18 rotating D-Class personnel from Site-9, who warp in and out with Triple-T2 and maintain the site's machinery. Provisional Site-6218 is to be used for dangerous experiments involving pre-approved anomalies, a list of which is found in Addendum 2.6.2010. No one, under any circumstance, can stay on its surface for longer than two hours. Figure 1. Description: SCP-6218 refers to a spherical body outside of the observable universe3 that contains the full universe.4 It is estimated to be 2,108 billion light-years in diameter. For reference, Earth's solar system is 0.3 light-years in diameter. The surface consists of black dust, primarily carbon. Its atmosphere is lethal to most humans, consisting of a previously unknown compound designated Y-2108. Despite the size and apparent mass of the surface, it has a disproportionately low amount of gravitational pull. Its force is roughly 0.2g, slightly more than Earth's moon. Discovery: SCP-6218 was discovered by the crew of IV-385 while flying outside of the observable universe investigating another anomaly. They noticed that there were fewer stars visible on the starboard side of the ship than on the port side. The gradation between the two hemispheres was photographed and recorded in figure 1. IV-38 traveled into the hemisphere without stars and noticed that light from some of the stars was reflecting off of a single surface, SCP-6218. Attempting to fly around SCP-6218 to gauge its size, they determined from its curvature that they were on the inside of a sphere. They touched down and took samples, resulting in our basic knowledge of its makeup. They left the expedition early because they expressed a feeling of fear while on the surface. Sent: December 14th, 2001 To: O5 Command (ten.pics.4vl|lennahcdetpyrcne5o#ten.pics.4vl|lennahcdetpyrcne5o), ten.pics.ffats|9etis#ten.pics.ffats|9etis… From: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) Subject: Memorandum on the end of the world. The discovery made by the brave crew of Intergalactic Vessel 38 is both fascinating and disconcerting. We're classifying it as a new SCP, number 6218. I'd bet that it's the biggest one ever. The entire universe is contained within a massive cave. For once, this anomaly is containing us. At first, I felt a little disappointed by this discovery. Infinity just sounded more exciting to me. Then I realized something: if it has an end, then it's knowable. Someday, humanity will have charted the entire universe. I propose that we build a provisional site on SCP-6218. Because of its distance from Earth alone, it could prove an invaluable containment location for dangerous anomalies. Always, Anastasia. The O5 council approved Director Moriette's proposal with a vote of 9-4, and Provisional Site-6218 was established. The appointed head of the site is Professor Boris Kovalenko. The remainder of this document requires Clearance Level 4. - Input Clearance - - Granted - The Construction Process: What follows is a log of Professor Kovalenko's correspondence with Site-9 Director Moriette regarding the process of constructing Provisional Site-6218. Sent: January 31st, 2002 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: Update Regarding Prov Site-6218 Director Moriette, I would like to thank you again for appointing me to this position. It's an honor to be in charge of such an important scientific discovery. But something just happened recently, and I thought you would like to know. We started construction this morning. One of our crew had a rather alarming encounter with his dead fiancé on the surface of SCP-6218 this afternoon. Before long, another was seen carrying an invisible child, and another claimed that his stalker had followed him to SCP-6218. These things all turned out to be nothing more than mirages, but they affected everyone working there, on the first day of construction no less. They had only been up there for four hours. This is no cabin fever, I think the surface of SCP-6218 might be hallucinogenic in some way. I'll need an expert in cognitohazards and such to look into this for me. God knows I'm never stepping foot up there after this. In the meantime, I'll need more men. The cost for the psych evaluations has already put a sizable dent in our budget. The icing on the cake is that doctor Skye6 said they were unfit to work. There was one thing of note that came out of the evaluations, though. Every single one of their hallucinations told them to leave. Please respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Sent: October 17th, 2002 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: Update: Lost progress in construction Director Moriette, your two-hour solution for the hallucinations worked like a charm! We had some minor incidents here and there, but they've been ironed out. However, I'm afraid I have more bad news. There was a series of earthquakes, and it looks like they won't stop any time soon. We figured it would be a one-off incident, so we waited until we thought it stopped the first time, and around four days into construction it happened again. Looking into it further, we found that these earthquakes occur regularly, every 8 to 10 days. They can last up to 30 hours, but that's not the interesting part. They're passing over the site like a wave, and the wave's origin is from a single direction, I'll call it the east. We tried building somewhere else, lightyears away from the original location. Wouldn't you know it, more earthquakes. We tried two more times. Same intensity, same interval, different point of origin. Tests showed that the areas were hallucinogenic as well. We've wasted a lot of the budget already. I think we'll need more funds and more men if you want us to continue. Not only that, the schematics we have now aren't going to cut it. I believe that while the risks of the project may cause psychological pain to some of the builders, this is important for the greater good. Whatever's causing these earthquakes is a force on the scale of all existence. Please respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Sent: February 20th, 2003 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: Building Progress Director Moriette, I don't know how but you've done it again. Who came up with putting the entire building on suspensions? Genius. We're finished clearing out the base now. If construction keeps going as smoothly as it is now we can start looking into the secrets of SCP-6218. Please Respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Sent: July 30th, 2006 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: Update: Experiment's Results I'm fairly confident now that the schematics we're using will work. We should finish up construction sometime around 2010. With that date approaching, I began the first project looking into the cause of SCP-6218's earthquake. I rented a Foundation craft and we tried following one of the earthquakes as it passed the site. We couldn't. My instinct is to simply say it was too big, but that doesn't do it justice. When everything is rumbling, it looks like nothing is rumbling, if that makes sense. From that vantage point, I could tell that the secret lies underground. Once we're done building the site, the first big job will be digging a quarry into SCP-6218. I hope you agree. Please Respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Construction of Provisional Site-6218 was completed on February 14th, 2010. Director Moriette approved Kovelenko's proposal, and the mining operation commenced two weeks later. The Mining Operation: Sent: March 1st, 2010 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: Mining has begun. Director Moriette, we chose a location for the quarry: a crater near the site. The obvious problem with digging into SCP-6218 is going to be the earthquakes. Every level that the miners dig out will be reinforced by metal plates and wooden beams to ensure that the progress lost from every quake is minimal. I will update you as I move forward. Please respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Sent: April 9th, 2011 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: There was a murder Director Moriette, an update. The makeup of SCP-6218's crust is a smattering of minerals typical to many terrestrial planets, and the layering is as expected. The plates are holding up well enough, but the workers are complaining about having to replace the beams every time. So some background, one of our workers had an accident. He cut open his spacesuit. After the initial panic, we discovered that humans can breathe in the atmosphere of SCP-6218, even though Y-2108 contains little to no oxygen. After that, the workers asked to work without their spacesuits. So I let them, thinking nothing of it. I think this is what lead to the murder last week. One of my workers, D-27134, hallucinated that D-35090 was a man by the name of Matthew Jeffreys. Jeffreys was D-27134's old roommate, whom D-27134 murdered two years prior, earning him his D-class status. It wasn't until today that we discovered that Y-2108 is behind these hallucinations. If we had known sooner, I wouldn't have had to lose any workers. But we didn't, so from now on the workers need to wear oxygen tanks. Thankfully, D-35090 was in the D-class because of a particularly heinous crime, so when you think about it he deserved to die. I'm hazy on the details, but if you tell that to those workers in a tizzy it should calm them down. Please Respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Sent: July 3rd, 2018 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: We've struck sludge Director Moriette, we've dug 2.3 kilometers down now. Today, the miners struck a pit of black sludge. I've attached an image below. The substance appears to be made up of dead organic matter, like tar. We can't be sure that's what it is though. Whatever it is, we can't dig around it. I think we need someone from the Parabiology department to get up there and give it a look. Hopefully, we can refine it into a fuel source. Please respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Figure 2. Sent: July 7th, 2018 To: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) From: Lee Eun-Choi (ten.pics.ffats|48iohcnuel#ten.pics.ffats|48iohcnuel) Subject: Sludge on the surface of SCP-6218 Hello Professor Kovalenkno, my name is Lee Eun-Choi. I'm an expert in the parabiology department. I had a look at the sludge your crew uncovered. It isn't just any sludge; it's a membrane. This kind of membrane is found in animal cells. The coating of oils on its surface indicates that it's a skin cell. The average skin cell, on a human, is 30 micrometers large. For reference, this is about as thick as a strand of hair. This 'cell' is the size of a lake. If it behaves like cells on an average organism, then there are presumably trillions upon trillions of these cells, making up some kind of cosmic superbeing. This particular cell is dead, but that doesn't mean that the superbeing is as a whole. It's common for skin cells on the outermost layer of an animal to be dead. The workers on-site told me about the earthquakes and how they work. I believe that the earthquakes are caused by this being's pulse. The scale fits, and I don't see any other explanation for the ground rumbling like that. -Lee. Sent: July 8th, 2018 To: Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb) Subject: Fwd: Sludge on the surface of SCP-6218 Director Moriette, there's a being underneath SCP-6218. I just received word from the scientist you sent up there. Let's call this being SCP-6218-B, and change SCP-6218 to SCP-6218-A. If Eun-Choi is right about the earthquakes, then we need to take immediate action. The earthquakes indicate that the being extends all over the surface of SCP-6218-A. We need to understand what it is. The problem is, again, it's too big. We can't comprehend the being's shape from outside without considerable effort. This is going to sound crazy, but I propose we build a submarine and send a team of specialists in to dive into its cells. Please respond. Professor Boris Kovalenko, Ph.D. Exploration of SCP-6218-B: Sent: July 28th, 2018 To: Boris Kovalenko (ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb#ten.pics.ffats|38oknelavokb), Anastasia Moriette, Director, Site-9 (ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma#ten.pics.ffats|48etteiroma) From: Amber Ignatia (ten.pics.ffats|79aitangia#ten.pics.ffats|79aitangia) Subject: submarine schematics Hi, this is Amber. I got the design ready. Here it is.7 I'm calling it "The Syringe" because of the bit that's sticking out. It pries the membrane open wide enough for us to come and go without any trouble. It'll also need to come attached to cranes so we can drop it into the pit in the quarry. Since SCP-6218-B is so big we probably won't provoke it. The only problem is that it'll need a crew because long-distance control isn't going to work. Something on SCP-6218-A is messing with the transmission. I put some memetic shields in the hull to protect against the hallucinations, but since you said it was the air, I don't think that will be a problem because it already had to be airtight. So yeah she should take the better part of a month to build. I think that's everything. Email me if you have questions. Agent Ignatia's design was approved, and its construction was completed on August 22nd, 2018. Selected for the mission were four agents of MTF Xi-5: Roscoe Williard, Amber Ignatia, Ivy Skye, and Lee Eun-Choi. Each of them took part in a month-long training regimen preparing them for the mission. Their goal was to find a cell's nucleus8 and retrieve any amount of genetic information on SCP-6218-B. The operation began on August 30th, 2018. The mission is cataloged below in the form of routine progress reports, taped by the mission's lead researcher, agent Lee Eun-Choi. Progress Report: Aug. 30 - 10:30 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright, so 6218-B's pulse just passed. I think we're ready. Williard: It's just like the simulations, people. Clear for drop? Ignatia: Clear. Skye: Clear. Eun-Choi: Hold on… clear. Williard: Okay, drop 'er in! The Syringe drops from the cranes and into the membrane as directed. This makes a loud slapping noise. Ignatia: That was nasty. Skye: Is everyone alright? Williard: It wasn't that far, we're fine. Positions everyone! Agent Williard begins the Syringe's specialized function of breaking through the cell membrane. The vessel dives into the cytosol.9 Agent Ignatia, the mission's pilot, turns on the lights. The Syringe has no windows, so the crew looks out through a series of monitors connected to cameras on the vessel's exterior. Eun-Choi: What do you see, Amber? Ignatia: There's that thing right there, looks like scaffolding, but also a web. I think it's holding the cell up. Skye: It's rotting pretty bad. Looks like it could collapse any second. Eun-Choi: The cell is dead. I think this might have functioned as a cytoskeleton10 when it was alive. Alright, what else? Ignatia: Nothing really. Just the scaffolding. It's gonna make navigation tough, I'll have to slip between the openings, and it's swaying like a drunkard. This may take a while. Eun-Choi: Alright, uh… it's not supposed to be this empty. Keep your eyes peeled. The Syringe navigates through the cytoskeleton for a few hours. The cell is mostly hollow save for the cytoskeleton. Irrelevant audio omitted. Ignatia: Hey, I found something. Come take a look at this. Williard: Whoa. The Syringe has made it to the bottom of the cell. It is covered in a pile of corpses in various stages of decomposition. Eun-Choi: It's a big pile of dead fish. Skye: What the hell are they doing here? Papers shuffle around. Eun-Choi: Beats me. They don't look like any fish I've ever seen. Ignatia: More importantly, what killed them? Eun-Choi: Trust me, I'm working on that. It doesn't look like they were eaten, at least. Whatever it was, I was very wrong about this thing. We should be careful going forward. End Log. Progress Report: Aug. 31 - 13:05 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright, so we have a fish out there. I still feel weird calling them fish, but it's floating. I can't tell if it's alive, but we haven't seen one floating yet. It looks like an invertebrate. There's this big sac thing coming out of its torso. It's full of some sort of liquid, and its mouth has that liquid flowing out of it. Ignatia: It has too many eyes. Eun-Choi: Yeah. Lots of eyes. Alright, other updates… Why are the fish dead? My current hypothesis is that since we're still in the epidermis,11 the death of these fish probably coincided with the apoptosis12 of the cell as a whole. Then, they must have sunk to the bottom over time because of gravity. Skye: They're part of the cell? Eun-Choi: They've been in every cell so far. They don't look like organelles, but that's what they must be. End Log. Progress Report: Sept. 2 - 12:34 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright, so we broke into a living cell, and it's fascinating! There's a whole ecosystem down here. This must be the dermis.13 Ignatia: Looks so different in motion. Skye: Wish we could see farther than five feet in front of us. Williard: That's submarine expeditions for you. Never as exciting as you think they're gonna- Eun-Choi: Guys, look look look! A small aquatic creature swims outside the Syringe. It pokes at the light below Camera Starboard-4 with a prehensile appendage, keeping pace with the Syringe. Ignatia: Aw. Lee, what's that thing do? Eun-Choi: I don't know. It's really intelligent, whatever it is. Williard: You sure? I think it just likes the headlight. Eun-Choi: Yes, but that doesn't mean it isn't intelligent. For an animal, especially an invertebrate, this thing's pretty smart. Object permanence, curiosity… Skye: It's just an organelle, isn't it? Why would it need intelligence like that? Eun-Choi: I've been working on a hypothesis for a while now, um… many living things have symbiotic relationships with bacteria. See, mitochondria14 are believed to be older bacteria, that made their way into the bigger cells billions of years ago. Animal cells kept the mitochondria inside them as they reproduced, so now we can't live without them. Skye: So it's a mitochondria? Eun-Choi: No, I think I've been looking at it wrong, trying to compare it to something from Earth, something that's our size. These cells could be more complex lifeforms than we thought. Skye: So this little guy inside the cell could be made of cells himself?15 Eun-Choi: Who knows, maybe the gods aren't so different after all. The creature darts away. Williard: There he goes. Ignatia: Jesus! A large serpentine creature nearly collides with the Syringe. The sound of crashing metal is heard as agent Ignatia maneuvers the vessel away to avoid contact. Williard: What the fuck is that?! Skye: Is everyone alright? Ignatia: I could barely see it coming. Williard: Look at that thing! It's huge! The Syringe navigates away from the creature. The creature continues on its path through the cytoskeleton. Skye: I don't think it saw us. Eun-Choi: Did anyone get a good look at it? Williard: I couldn't see all of it, but it looked like an eel. Skye: At least it's gone. Williard: Could be back any second, though. End Log. Progress Report: Sept. 2 - 12:56 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright, so Amber had a hallucination. Ignatia: Come on, it was just a glitch in the monitor. All it was! Skye: I want to believe you, but it sure looked like a hallucination to me. Eun-Choi: Whatever it was, we're all on oxygen tanks now. Can't risk it getting worse. We packed enough to last the whole mission, twice. Skye: So what did you see? Ignatia: That can't be relevant. Skye: If it was someone you know, or knew, then it's probably the air. […] Want us to turn this off? End Log.16 Progress Report: Sept. 3 - 19:05 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright, so we've come across what looks like an endoplasmic reticulum.17 It's secreting something, and the fish are feeding on it. It's the same substance we found in the mouth of that dead fish from before. Williard: Looks like a giant intestinal tract. Eun-Choi: I could see that, but I think that's just the tunnels wrapping around each other. If we follow them down, we should get to the nucleus. Williard: Amber? Ignatia: On it. Eun-Choi: Alright. Let's– The Syringe swerves as the same serpentine creature rams into it. Skye: It followed us! Ignatia: Hold o– Agent Eun-Choi turns off the tape. Camera 16 went dark, so the crew couldn't see the creature for most of the chase. After the expedition, the cause for this was discovered to be a corrosive substance on the side of the hull. The substance did not breach the hull, it simply left indents on its surface. The creature was described as resembling an eel. However, it lacked a head. Where a head should have been, there was a structure resembling a human hand. The crew was uncertain if this was a limb of a larger creature or if it was all that the creature was. End Log. Progress Report: Sept. 4 - 3:07 Begin Log. Ignatia: -think it's gone. Eun-Choi: Alright, so we made it into a new cell. Nobody's slept. Obviously, we didn't make it to the nucleus before that arm found us. Ignatia: I don't know what it did to the hull, but it did something. Roscoe's looking at it right now. Eun-Choi: The plan is to wait it out down here for a bit. We need sleep. We're all starting to see things. Ignatia: I'm gonna stay in the cockpit, in case we get attacked. Odds are, that thing is still after us. We're gonna try and find the way back up by going around it. Papers shift around. Eun-Choi: Dammit. What the hell's the point of that thing? Lysosome? Cilia? Immune system? Does any of that even apply down here? Williard: I'm back. Everything's still airtight. No major– Agent Skye screams on seeing agent Williard. Skye: Hey! Get off him! Agent Skye rushes toward agent Williard, attempting to free him from a hallucinatory assailant. The remainder of the team goes into a panic, and the tape cuts short a few seconds later. The issue resolves itself when Williard snaps Skye out of her hallucination. End Log. Progress Report: Sept. 4 - 18:01 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright… Guys, I'm doing a progress report. Guys? Agent Eun-Choi sits in silence. Eun-Choi: I got some sleep, at least. It feels like the first time anyone's spoken since… y'know. We're still a bit shaken, I guess. Skye: Hey Lee, have you seen Roscoe? He's not in his room or the pit. Eun-Choi: That's weird, I thought he was in his room. But to answer your question, no. I haven't. Skye: Okay. If you see him, tell him I'm sorry, would you? Eun-Choi: Alright. Skye: You know, I was supposed to be the expert on the hallucinations. But god… seeing one? I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. Some expert I am. Eun-Choi: Don't worry about all that. You know, the month before the mission, I was reading everything we had on cells. What they looked like, what made them tick, but all that prep was completely worthless down here. It never turns out how you draw it up. You know what they say, best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Skye: I guess. End Log. Progress Report: Sept. 5 - 16:54 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright. So, we're approaching the nucleus. Williard: Nothing on our tail this time, either. The Syringe moves in toward the external membrane of the nucleus. Its surface is made of a substance similar to coral, forming a shell around the nucleus. Ignatia: Hey, we haven't been in the same room for a while, have we? Eun-Choi: Guess not. Skye: Listen, Roscoe– Williard: Don't. Skye: Seriously, I'm sorry. I am! I didn't realize I made you feel so– Williard: You know what? You're lucky we're trapped down here. On the surface, I'd get your ass fired for what you did, you know that? You're a traitor and a threat. Skye: What? Is that what you think? Williard: Shut up! Shut up! A scuffle breaks out. Agent Williard starts moving toward agent Skye. Agent Eun-Choi takes initiative and grabs agent Williard before things get out of hand. Eun-Choi: Roscoe, hey! What's gotten into you? Williard: You lied! You lied, and I caught you! Eun-Choi: This is too far, Roscoe. Williard: Ivy- she- it's so stupid! Saying all that stuff- we can't just let her get away with it! It wouldn't be right! Skye: What stuff, Roscoe? Look, I'm sorry, he was a hallucination. I'm sorry you got caught up in– Williard: You know that's not what this is about! How can you not remember? It was yesterday! Skye: I couldn't find you yesterday. I thought you were avoiding me. Williard: What? Come on. She's just saying that. She had evidence, cold hard evidence, and she didn't come forward. Who knows what else she's been lying about. We can't trust her. Eun-Choi: Evidence of what, Roscoe? Skye: I'm sorry, uh- let's turn that off. Turn it o– End Log. Beneath the audio for the following progress report, continuous whispering is heard. The whispering is not in any known language. These whispers have since been labeled a Grade 6 Cognitohazard, so this transcript was compiled automatically and corroborated by agents Skye and Ignatia. Progress Report: Sept. 5 - 17:11 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright. It's over. We're done. It was all a big misunderstanding. Williard: This fucking place… Skye: Maybe if I spoke to you sooner– Williard: Now isn't the time for that. Get into positions, we're going into the nucleus. Agent Williard initiates the mechanism, and the Syringe drills into the nucleus. The drill shatters the coral, exposing a large chamber inside the shell. The whispers become audible, though no source is visible to the crew yet. Williard: We're in. Ignatia: It's completely empty. There aren't even any struts supporting all this open space. Skye: What was that? Eun-Choi: You see something, Ivy? Skye: I could have sworn I saw… never mind. I probably just hallucinated. Ignatia: I think so. There's just nothing, as far as the eye can see. They travel further into the nucleus. The whispers get progressively louder. Williard: I'm sorry, does anyone else hear that? Sounds like a bunch of gibberish. Eun-Choi: Yeah, I hear it too. Is someone whispering? Williard: I'm not crazy at least. It's coming from outside the hull, all around us. Ignatia: That can't be right. The headlights would be shining off something. Skye: Maybe something's busted. Williard: I checked every nook and cranny. The ship should be fine. Ignatia: Are those…? The Syringe's headlights land on a group of humanoid figures clinging together. They are buoyantly suspended in the cytosol, nude. Their mouths are in a perpetual state of motion, in sync with the whispers. Each agent's count of these humanoids varies, but all of them reported 30-70 visible. They form a tight, spherical mass. Despite the constant motion of the humanoids, the mass remains fixed in its location. Skye: Oh my god, those are people! Eun-Choi: They can’t be, can they? There’s no way they can breathe out there. Skye: What are they saying? I can’t make it out. Eun-Choi: Look at those eyes. I’ve got a bad feeling about this. We should get away from– The humanoids outside The Syringe simultaneously stop whispering and turn to face the crew, specifically agent Eun-Choi. This is believed to be when SCP-6218-Autumn materialized within The Syringe.18 The crew freezes in fear. Ignatia: W-what the hell? Williard: Fuck! Who the hell are you? Am I hallucinating?! Skye: Shit! I see him too! That makes no sense though, is this a mass hallucination? Eun-Choi: Wait, Jackson? 6218-Autumn: Fun's over, time to leave. Ignatia: What the- Oh my god! The humanoids swim in the cytosol toward the Syringe. They place their hands on the hull and begin whispering again. These whispers are now known to directly manipulate SCP-6218-Autumn, but in the moment, the agents panic. Skye: What do we do?! Ignatia: They've got us surrounded! Williard: What about this guy?! Eun-Choi: Forget him, let's just get out of here! Eun-Choi switches off the tape as the humanoids begin to scratch at the hull. After that, agent Ignatia rams the Syringe against them. They do not resist, letting go as the Syringe moves. Agent Ignatia navigates out of the nucleus. The humanoids do not give chase. However, they maintain their gaze the entire time. End Log. Progress Report: Sept. 5 - 18:00 Begin Log. Eun-Choi: Alright? Alright. We're out of the nucleus now. Don't know who, or what those people were. 6218-Autumn: Still on the radio, huh? Eun-Choi: I think they did something to our heads. We're all seeing my neighbor from college for some reason. Skye: His name is Jackson Autumn. He has blonde hair, and a beard, he's wearing a white shirt and cargo pants. Eun-Choi: Just like I remember. Skye: Lee, how did you know Jackson? Eun-Choi: I told you, it was a long time ago. I left him, and that life, behind. 6218-Autumn: Funny way to put it.19 Ignatia: Come on, I told you all about the guy I hallucinated. It's only fair. Eun-Choi: I just don't want to talk about it. 6218-Autumn: Ah, this is getting boring. You want to know so bad? Fine– Eun-Choi: Shut up! You can't tell them! 6218-Autumn: I was his dealer. Eun-Choi: No! You- wait, what? Williard: Really? Is that what you were being so cagy about? Skye: Lee, we're not going to judge. Eun-Choi: I- I'm glad you understand. Um, it's behind me. Williard: Okay guys, let's hustle! We need to make the surface before this thing's pulse reaches us. With our luck, it should be here tomorrow. End Log. Interview with SCP-6218-Autumn: Sept. 6 - 1:04 Begin Log. 6218-Autumn: Of course, bro, now what– Eun-Choi: Why are you still here? 6218-Autumn: What, think I'm gonna vanish on you? That'd be stupid. I'd never do that to you. Eun-Choi: What are you? 6218-Autumn: Ain't it obvious? I'm all in your head. A bad trip, if you will. Eun-Choi: Then why did I hear your voice when I played the tapes back? 6218-Autumn: You listen to the tapes? You were there. Eun-Choi: Answer the question. 6218-Autumn: I'm a real boy. Eun-Choi: How is that possible? 6218-Autumn: Who cares? We get to hang out again! Don't you miss that? Eun-Choi: Tell me anyway. I'm curious. 6218-Autumn: Curious. You always did look gift horses in their mouth, didn't you? Eun-Choi: I take it you're not gonna tell me. 6218-Autumn: Yep. Now, my turn. Eun-Choi: That's not– 6218-Autumn: Who died and made you king? No one, that's who. So here's my question; why are you playing the detective again? You don't belong beside these people. They're brave. They're smart. What are you? Eun-Choi: I don't know what I expected out of this. You were never gonna give me anything, were you? 6218-Autumn: Come on, Lee. This ain't you. What happens when you get home, huh? Are you going back to your desk job? Why pretend to be someone you aren't? Let's just hit the v, like old times. Eun-Choi: Shut up. What do you know about this being? 6218-Autumn: We are the Serpent. Eun-Choi: Finally. So what does this "Serpent" want? 6218-Autumn: We want… SCP-6218-Autumn trails off. Eun-Choi: Jackson? Jackson! Answer the question! 6218-Autumn: Sorry man, don't know what happened there. But we've been trying to tell you all along. We want you to leave. Eun-Choi: Why do you want us to leave though? There has to be a reason. Right? SCP-6218-Autumn does not respond. Eun-Choi: Dammit, Jackson… Alright, guess this is- 6218-Autumn: Bright yellow eyes... Staring into my soul...20 Eun-Choi: What's that supposed to mean? This was a waste of time. 6218-Autumn: Lee? Is that you? Eun-Choi: Jackson? 6218-Autumn: What's happening, man? Where am I?! I'm freaking out, dude! Eun-Choi: What? We're- no. No, you're trying to fuck with me, aren't you? Is this funny to you? 6218-Autumn: Feels like my body isn't here! Am I dead? Is this hell?! Eun-Choi: Stop it. You can't be the real Jackson! He's dead! 6218-Autumn: I'm burning up dude! It's freezing! Why are you- Stop it! No! You LEFT me! Eun-Choi: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Skye: Lee? What's happening?! Eun-Choi: I don't know! He's gone over the edge! 6218-Autumn: Stop standing there and DO something! I need help! Skye: You aren't fooling anyone! You're not real! 6218-Autumn: It hurts to think! It hurts to see! It hurts! Get OUT of me! Eun-Choi: What the hell do you even want from us?! SCP-6218-Autumn claws at his eyes. 6218-Autumn: Get him out! Get him out! Get him out! Get him out! Get him out! Get hi– SCP-6218-Autumn falls to the ground and lays there for a moment, before slowly rolling over on his back. 6218-Autumn: Forgive us. Eun-Choi: Jackson? What the hell was that? 6218-Autumn: There are things that your kind will never comprehend. Skye: Lee, explain. Right now. End Log. Progress Report: Sept. 6 - 2:05 Begin Log. Redundant information omitted. Eun-Choi: -and that's all I know, I swear! Ignatia: You thought it was a good idea to do this without telling anyone? Eun-Choi: I'm sorry, how was I supposed to know he'd go crazy like that? Ignatia: It was a bad idea from the outset! We don't know anything about him. He could have seriously hurt you! Williard: Enough. This isn't gonna get us anywhere. We need to figure out what to do next. Skye: Where is Jackson right now? Eun-Choi: Last I saw him was in my room. Skye: I'll watch him. You guys figure out the way back up. Ignatia: How much longer do we have? Eun-Choi: It's been 8 days. 6218-B's pulse could get here any minute. Ignatia: I'll be in the cockpit, then. Eun-Choi: Alright. Now what? Williard: Let's go with Ivy. I've got some questions for Jackson. End Log. Interview with SCP-6218-Autumn: Sept. 6 - 12:45 Begin Log. 6218-Autumn: -Come on. Is this really necessary? Eun-Choi: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Alright, so here's how it's gonna go this time. You're going to tell us what the fuck that was in my room. 6218-Autumn: You weren't supposed to see it. Eun-Choi: That ain't gonna cut it this time. 6218-Autumn: We can't tell you. Eun-Choi: Fine. Tell us who the serpent is. 6218-Autumn: We’re everywhere, inside and out. We’ve been wrapped around this sphere for an eternity. And we will be long after your kind breathes its last. Skye: This sphere? So you're saying the universe is infinite after all? Williard: And you're keeping us in here like we're rats in a cage. 6218-Autumn: Keeping you in? You think we're concerned about keeping you in? No, we're keeping it out. This sphere holds something sacred, something that's dying out. It isn't the same out there, if we let a single drop of it into the sphere, then all of this will have been for nothing. Eun-Choi: And what is this rare thing you're so worried about? 6218-Autumn: Life! Life! Don't you see yourselves for what you are? You're so small, so naïve, so fleeting, lacking unity and lacking purpose, yet still brimming with indescribable feelings. You're a miracle, and you're trying to fuck it all up. Why? After everything we've done for you, why can't you just be happy with what you have? Eun-Choi: We have to know what's out there. It's our job. 6218-Autumn: Like hell it is! What's curiosity gotten you, Lee? Huh? A life chasing ghosts? Goddammit, you were happier when you didn't know! You were happier without purpose! Then you just had to get all nosy, and it cost Jackson his life! Eun-Choi: You don't know that. 6218-Autumn: I know everything about your life! Eun-Choi: Shut up, Jackson! 6218-Autumn: Jackson is gone. Skye: Lee, what's he talking about? Eun-Choi: Fine, if you're so certain, tell me what happened to Jackson. 6218-Autumn: There are things that your kind will never comprehend! Eun-Choi: So you do know! What happened in 1984!? 6218-Autumn: I just told you we don't know a damn thing! Eun-Choi: No! I know that look! Jackson! Look at me! Look at me! Agent Eun-Choi rushes at SCP-6218-Autumn. His fellow agents attempt to intervene, but before any contact is made the Syringe lurches, knocking the crew to the floor. SCP-6218-Autumn laughs. Skye: What was that?! Williard: Did you do this?! 6218-Autumn: It's here! At last! The Syringe lurches again, and agents Williard and Skye make for the cockpit. Eun-Choi stays behind. Skye grabs the tape recorder on her way out. SCP-6218-Autumn's cries grow quieter as she moves away from it. 6218-Autumn: [indecipherable] –The blood! The blood! The crew met up with agent Ignatia in the cockpit, as SCP-6218-B's pulse overtook the Syringe. Williard: Amber! What's– [indecipherable] Ignatia: The damn current– [indecipherable] –don't know how much– [indecipherable] –Mary, full of grace– [indecipherable] The audio for the remainder of this tape is heavily distorted because of the tape recorder being jostled by the pulse's current. The remainder of the mission was recounted by the crew in the debriefing. End Log. Post-Mission Debrief Begin Log. Ignatia: I think the hardest part about the pulse reaching us was that we were so close to the surface. I'd just caught the first hint of daylight when the current started to hit us. Cytosol doesn't work like water, you know, it's more like molasses. But the current was as strong as any ocean shift. Skye: Still can't get over the dead fish. Ignatia: Right, right. The current was taking those dead fish from the bottom of the cell and flinging them at the hull. Next thing I knew, the current was pulling us along with them. It made us slam into that scaffolding, I think it was called a cytoskeleton. Williard: Yeah, the whole cell was caving in around us. Ignatia: Not that you could tell, it was dark as always. I had no time to react to the rubble. It's a wonder the whole thing is still airtight after all that. That never really made sense to me, because we shouldn't have made it out of there. I shouldn't have even been able to pilot the Syringe against that fucking current. Kovalenko: Hm. That explains the state of the ship. Now, the monster that was chasing you. Tell us what you know about that. Ignatia: I think that guy21 called it the blood, because that's what it was. Blood. I didn't get the best look at it, to be honest. I was just focused on getting us out of there as fast as possible. Whatever it was, it called out to me. I had to fight the urge to turn back because I knew if I did we'd all get swallowed up by it. Williard: I think it was trying to say it was sorry. For what, I don't know. I couldn't think straight, you know how it is in the field. Skye: I think it was more than that. I can't remember what it looked like at all. Every time I try my mind just wants to turn somewhere else. I start feeling cold for some reason. It must have done something to our heads. Kovalenko: And where do you think it went? Skye: I don't- hang on, why did it stop chasing us? Ignatia: I was sure it had us. Williard: It had us, you can still see the bite marks on the hull. Kovalenko: Bite marks? I didn't see any of those. I checked thoroughly. Could you be thinking of something else? Williard: No. It got us. Most of it was a blur, but I know that sound. That was teeth on metal. Kovalenko: I don’t know what to tell you. The ship was ruined, but there was nothing like that. Do you think it’s connected to what happened to Lee? Xi-5 doesn't respond. Kovalenko: I said, do you– Skye: No, I heard you. It's just… Who's Lee? Was he with Eta-5?22 6218-Autumn: Lee Eun-Choi. The biologist we sent with you. The one who died. Williard: No, there were only three of us. Four if you count Jackson. Kovalenko: What? Ignatia: I don't know anyone named Lee. Not at the Foundation, at least. Kovalenko: Hold on, I need to review the– Professor Kovalenko turns off the tape. End Log. Through further questioning, it became apparent that Xi-5's memories of agent Lee Eun-Choi, as well as the collective memories of anyone who knew him, had been erased. None of them had been amnesticized. The only evidence that Eun-Choi existed is the physical documentation of his work (tapes, emails, notes). The O5 council met on September 11th to discuss what was to be done about SCP-6218-B. Instead of continuing research into SCP-6218, a plan was made which complied more closely with SCP-6218-B's demands. Provisional Site-6218 is still to be maintained, but knowledge of SCP-6218-B is restricted to clearance level 4. Footnotes 1. Center frame, standing in the pit of the Anathema Crater. 2. TTT, or Thaumaturgical Teleportation Threads: A catch-all term for fibers, textiles, and tape inscribed with a spell that teleports an object it is wrapped around to one of any number of preset teleportation circles. It is activated when its companion thread is cut, usually with scissors. 3. The observable universe is not the entire universe, only as far as the laws of physics allow light to travel before it can no longer reach Earth. 4. Not to be confused with the known universe, the full universe is everywhere within baseline reality that the Foundation can traverse via physical means. 5. Short for Intergalactic Vessel 38. All Foundation issue intergalactic vessels come equipped with Anomalous Object Ex Altiora. This anomaly stops time around an object so long as it is not biological matter. This acts as instantaneous travel between points A and B, no matter how far apart those points are in space. This anomaly, along with complex AICs, was how the Foundation advanced so far ahead of the non-anomalous world. 6. Agent Ivy Skye, the Psychiatrist on Site-9. 7. The design was attached to the email, contact your supervisor for a copy. 8. The nucleus is the core of the cell. It stores DNA, the instruction manual for how cells behave. 9. The cytosol is the liquid substance that suspends a cell's organelles. Organelles are to a cell what organs are to the human body: mechanisms that help the whole run as it's supposed to. 10. The Cytoskeleton is the physical structure of a cell. The 'scaffolding' Ignatia pointed out is a series of intermediate filaments. Intermediate filaments function as bones do in the skeleton of a vertebrate. 11. The epidermis is the outermost layer of skin, mostly comprised of dead skin cells and other bodily secretions. 12. Apoptosis refers to the natural, programmed death of a cell. When cells fail to die naturally, they take up too many resources, resulting in the ailment known as cancer. 13. The dermis is the next layer of skin cells below the epidermis. 14. Mitochondria are the organelles in animal cells essential to cellular respiration. This process generates ATP which the cells use for energy. Some refer to it as the 'powerhouse' of the cell. 15. This hypothesis was proven true, examining some of the samples brought back with the Syringe. 16. Agent Ignatia then informed the crew of her hallucination’s contents. She asked that the contents be stricken from the record, but it was found to be consistent with Y-2108 hallucinations. 17. The endoplasmic reticulum is the organelle in cells that refines DNA into proteins. It's usually attached to the nucleus. 18. SCP-6218-Autumn refers to a manifestation of one of agent Eun-Choi’s hallucinations. It took the form of one Jackson Autumn, Eun-Choi’s former neighbor. 19. This is about incident 9.5C.1984. In short, it was the supernatural disappearance of Jackson Autumn from the Prince's Estate Apartment complex. Of the many witnesses, all but agent Eun-Choi chose to be amnesticized. Eun-Choi instead opted to join the Foundation as a researcher. Currently, this incident is unexplained. SCP-6218-Autumn's knowledge of it is also a mystery. 20. SCP-6218-Autumn sung this. It's in reference to THE SNAKE, a song by Lana Lubany which would not be released until 2022. 21. SCP-6218-Autumn. 22. MTF Eta-5 (Jäeger Bombers) is a task force specialized in combat against large-scale anomalies. They were present when the Syringe surfaced as a safety measure, though there was no sign of the monster Xi-5 had reported. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6218" by September2000, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6218. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/Abnormality-6219 classified. Unauthorized access will be logged and will lead to immediate disciplinary action. Abnormality-6219 Item #: Abnormality-6219 Level 5/Abnormality-6219 Top-Secret Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-██ [REDACTED] [REDACTED] N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Abnormality-6219 is contained within a windowless 5x5x5 meter containment chamber with a reinforced locking mechanism. No surveillance equipment are to be put in place within Abnormality-6219's containment chamber and no personnel are to be allowed to enter Abnormality-6219's containment chamber without authorization from at least thirteen members of the Overseer Council. Testing and a full autopsy of Abnormality-6219 is not permitted. Recreation of the logo carved onto Abnormality-6219's forehead. DESCRIPTION: Abnormality-6219 is the designation given to a hairless and grey-skinned humanoid cadaver approximately 2.5 meters in height. Abnormality-6219 does not possess any reproductive organs or any facial features, and instead has a crude SCP Foundation logo carved into its forehead, with various degrees of burnt marks scattered throughout Abnormality-6219's torso and arms. Although Abnormality-6219 has been in Foundation possession since [DATA EXPUNGED], Abnormality-6219 has not shown any signs of decay. Abnormality-6219 is a Class-I Semiontological Anomaly.A semiontological anomaly (semiohazard) is a disruption of the Semiosphere (the medium through which information about reality travels before it is perceived or measured) which results in reality's apparent adherence to some non-real axiom. These types of anomalies are often handled by the Department of Miscommunications (DoMC).. Any subject mentioning Abnormality-6219, whether through speech or writing (as such in this document), will refer to Abnormality-6219 as "Abnormality-6219"; instead of its proper SCP designation. Abnormality-6219 was discovered in a previously sealed-off underground room in Site-58 during a renovation to expand the West Wing of the facility. However, blueprint plans obtained from Site-58's archive shows no mention of the room ever being built. The underground room contains only the following: Abnormality-6219, lying on the ground with its hands rested on its chest, A metal bucket full of an unidentified reddish liquid, A metal placard reading "Department of Abnormalities", Multiple drawings depicting a forested region, A long thin silver rod, approximately 1 meter in length, A painted stone tablet depicting a flaming iron crown, Two (2) golden-brown metal ingots of unknown composition, A solid heavy metal door, currently inaccessible as the door's handle and unlocking mechanism was removed prior to discovery. INCIDENT LOG 1: On █/█/███, the site containing Abnormality-6219 experienced a total power failure, resulting in a massive blackout and multiple Euclid and Keter Class containment breaches.This containment breach resulted in 26 injured personnel and 14 casualties with 1 personnel reported to be missing.. During the blackout, personnel reported hearing soft crying and faint screaming emanating from Abnormality-6219's containment chamber. When the power was subsequently restored on the site, a D-Class was instructed to enter Abnormality-6219's containment chamber to examine any structural damage. The D-Class reported nothing out of the ordinary but then noticed a note taped on the chest of Abnormality-6219. The note is written by a standard graphite pencil and has been designated Document-Abnormality-6219-1. [+] Open Document-Abnormality-6219-1? [-] Hide Document-Abnormality-6219-1 No one will torture me, My soul will not be in entropy, Behind this mortal bone, Is a sin you can never atone, I hated the name you've given, I would rather return to the woods of the unspoken. The cause of the site-wide power failure is unknown inconclusive at this time.
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background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { 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; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs 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 } /* CONTENT > Tabs 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: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .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: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; 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: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; 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Under no circumstances should any flora, funga or fauna be removed from containment area 1A, without explicit permission from either SCP-6220-A or SCP-6220-B. Immediate disciplinary action, the outcomes of which can include job termination, will be taken upon any personnel found to violate this order. During working hours1, Dr Keitin2 is expected to supervise both entities from within their cell, acting as a liaison to between SCP-6220 and Foundation personnel. Any requests either entity make in regards to supplies, or aid needed for their 'garden', should be fulfilled by Dr Keitin. In circumstances where a request cannot be immediately granted, SCP-6220's research department3 should be contacted to discuss further details. Regardless of clearance level, all staff who wish to access SCP-6220's containment unit must consult Dr Keitin beforehand, and should expect to wait up to 1 week before access is either denied or granted. Personnel should not speak directly with either SCP-6220-A or SCP-6220-B, neither entity will engage in communications if Dr Keitin is not present to mediate the discussion. It is to be noted that, while Dr Keitin is granted the position of co-head, he is not permitted to make decisions in regards to extraneous resource allocation to SCP-6220, nor security measures, without the primary head's approval. Information out of date; from 10/03/2017, Dr Keitin will be deemed the sole head over SCP-6220's continued research. Resource allocation will be monitored, and thusly maintained, by the Entomological department's administrative head, in addition to the security team. Should indications of SCP-6220-A or SCP-6220-B's influence over Dr Keitin's behaviour become apparent, Dr Myceil is to overtake Dr Keitin's position immediately. Description: SCP-6220 is the collective designation between two deities, one which claims dominion over all Funga4, and the other Insecta5 organisms, referred to as SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B respectively. Both entities claim they are in the process of creating their own 'garden', which has been documented to function identically to natural ecosystems. The largest difference, being all life forms present have been created exclusively by SCP-6220-A or SCP-6220-B. SCP-6220-A is solely comprised of fungal matter. Aside from its head and upper limbs closely resembling human anatomy, its form below the upper torso is an amalgam of different fungal species, which have grown together to form a cloak over its lower extremities. It is currently unknown whether or not the 'cloak' is a part of SCP-6220-A, or if it's only used as a form of clothing. SCP-6220-A is believed to physically attach itself to all mycelium networks it creates, allowing it to use them as a nervous system. SCP-6220-B does not have a fixed form, and is known to regularly change its physical attributes. However, it will most commonly take on a humanoid-Esque appearance in the presence of humans, often partially comprised of anatomy consistent with multiple insects, it most commonly manifests with beetle-like appendages. While both entities are capable of heavily distorting reality, in addition to designing and creating life forms falling under their respective dominions,6 it is not currently known if either entity is capable of creating beings, that fall outside of their alleged dominions. Discovery 6220: SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's 'garden' was first discovered after embedded officers near Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers National Park, Tasmania, reported a roughly 500m2 area, harbouring unidentifiable funga and flora. VIDEO LOG DATE: 15/2/2000, 08:54 PERSONNEL: Dr Anne Tina, Dr Leroy Keitin NOTE: At this time, personnel were not aware of SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B. The following log has been included for records keeping, after Ecological personnel encountered both entities, while documenting the area for an official classification. [BEGIN LOG] Dr Anne Tina: C'mon, let's get a move on. I want to finish this in time for a second breakfast at that cafe. Dr Keitin: Oh, we're not taking samples yet? Dr Anne Tina: Nope. We can leave that for the return trip. [Words are not exchanged for the next 10 minutes, both personnel traverse the area.] Dr Anne Tina: Awfully quiet over there, eh? Dr Keitin: Huh? [Dr Keitin crouches down.] Dr Keitin: Where? [Dr Anne Tina is heard chuckling.] Dr Anne Tina: I see that got you talking. [Dr Keitin stands up.] Dr Keitin: Oh! Uh, I've just been focused on taking the notes and all. Are we supposed to be talking? It's not getting in the way of the recording, is it- Oh wait, is it? Dr Anne Tina: This recording is just a safety measure should anything happen while we're out here in the field. I wouldn't worry too much about it. Dr Keitin: Huh… So, could I ask about the application then? I know it's like the 50th time and all, I just, want to know what to expect. Dr Anne Tina: Well, don't expect much. Entomology is already a niche anyways. So unless you got somethin' big on the line, chances are, you're not getting any bites. Dr Keitin: Well errm… How does one get "somthin' big" on the line? Dr Anne Tina: Leroy, believe me, you don't want something big. There's a damn good reason we're starting you at a low-risk anomaly. Keep a level head, and you'll be tackling the bigger and better things in no time. [Dr Keitin nods.] Dr Anne Tina: You ought to relax a bit more too. Helps get the work done quicker. And speaking of work, it's about time we get to it. Dr Anne Tina: Command, Foliage nearing SCP-6220's centre is appearing denser. A pathway leading to an open stone pavilion is- SCP-6220-A: [distantly] I would disagree on utilising our subjects for such purposes. Leave our defences to my non-sentient creations. It'll save your denizens from the pain. Speaking of which, this should do nicely, it will stay in this state year-round too. [Dr Anne Tina halts and holds an arm out towards Dr Keitin. She non-verbally shushes him and they move closer to SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B] Dr Anne Tina: Command, two sapient entities are present. Appearing non-hostile. How do we proceed? Command: [inaudible]… Approach with extreme caution, wait at your location until further notice. SCP-6220-B: They're not even your subjects, and yet you've grown attached already? I must say, this bodes well for our union. Though I would prefer we don't rush our practice, at least finish our palace first, our creations will do much better with… Warmer conditions to grow in. SCP-6220-A: I would agree. However, I must not understate the urgency of our matters, much longer, and such filthy creatures as- [Dr Anne Tina takes another step forward, standing over a network of mycelia, which appears to gain the attention of SCP-6220-A.] SCP-6220-A: Well. Seeing as such creatures now deem it acceptable to trample my form, I believe my concerns have been realised. [SCP-6220-A turns to look directly at Dr Anne Tina and Dr Keitin.] SCP-6220-A: Show yourselves! [Both Dr Tina and Dr Keitin slowly try to back away, though notice their previous passage has been blocked by a wall of thorns. Both personnel slowly make their way to the path. While Dr Anne Tina kneels down, Dr Keitin remains standing.] SCP-6220-B: I do not recall you being granted permission to stand. Dr Anne Tina: My apologies. My associate will not commit this act again. [Dr Anne Tina quickly grabs Dr Keitin's hair, and pulls him down.] Dr Anne Tina: [whispers] Listen to me carefully, do not engage with them. Look straight at the ground, and stay that way. Understood? [Keitin nods, and quickly looks to the ground] Dr Anne Tina: I must thank you for your hospitality, neither I nor my associate meant to intrude on your province. SCP-6220-B: If it were not your intention to intrude, then may I ask, why you are here? Dr Anne Tina: We were sent to document your… creations. My organisation was not aware of your involvement. But, if permissible, may I ask why you are here? [SCP-6220-A tilts its head to the left, appearing to squint at Dr Anne Tina] SCP-6220-A: These lands are not to my or my dear partner's liking, it does not reflect our standards. Through our union, we've decided we wish to create an adequate world we can rule… Together. Dr Anne Tina: So, your intentions are to convert the earth's surface to your standards? SCP-6220-A: It is not our intention to encroach on other deities' work. Dr Anne Tina: I'm afraid I don't understand. Your plan is to convert a small area to your standards? SCP-6220-B: We would not refer to our area as small. Furthermore, we will not be persuaded into such predatory dealings your organisation is known for. Dr Anne Tina: Dealings? May you specif- SCP-6220-A: We are well aware you are affiliated with the Foundation. We will not be entertaining your poorly masqueraded intentions to sanction our kingdom. [Dr Keitin momentarily looks up, and makes eye contact with SCP-6220-B. After noticing him quickly putting his head back down, SCP-6220-B begins to walk toward him. It stops between him and Dr Anne Tina.] Dr Anne Tina: Oh, of course! We would not propose you must downsize! I'm just trying to understand your desires- SCP-6220-B: Pardon my intrusion, I haven't yet heard your 'associate' speak. Does it even have a name? [All parties remain silent for approximately 1 minute. SCP-6220-B looks towards Dr Keitin expectantly] SCP-6220-B: Are you incapable of such a simple task, or are you willfully ignoring an order? [Dr Keitin mouths "what do I do" to Anne, who mouths back "wait".] SCP-6220-B: My patience is wearing… Awfully thin. [Dr Keitin looks to Dr Anne Tina, who mouths "wait". SCP-6220-B goes to speak again, though is cut off.] Dr Ann Tina: I wish to apologise, my associate is not capable of speaking. [SCP-6220-B squints at Dr Anne Tina, before redirecting its attention to Dr Keitin.] SCP-6220-B: Is this true? Can you not speak? SCP-6220-B: …Perhaps you would require an incentive? [SCP-6220-B goes to kick Dr Keitin, stopping before impacting him. It does not receive a response. It then picks a thorn, cutting his forearm lightly, upon still not receiving a response, it stands.] SCP-6220-B: What is your name? I expect it now. [Dr Keitin remains silent. He looks up to SCP-6220-B, they stare at each other for 1 minute.] SCP-6220-B: I've seen enough, that will be all… [SCP-6220-B walks back towards the pavilion] SCP-6220-A: Very well, now that you are aware of our intentions, you both may leave. [In the moments following, a group of armoured insects, closely resembling pill bugs, surrounded both Personnel and ushered them outside of SCP-6220's area. Quickly disbanding at the edge of the 'border'.] Dr Anne Tina: [whispers] Keitin. Keitin? Are you ok? Look, that was not, in any way shape or form meant to happen the way it did. Dr keitin: [whispsers] is that what you mean by bigger and better? I think I handled that pretty ok ehh… What's a name? Dr Anne Tina: [sighs] I can't stress this enough. If you ever encounter an entity like that again, you must continually ask for someone who knows what they're doing. Dr keitin: [whispers] You got away scot-free? Is my name that fucking bad? Dr Anne Tina: They were testing you. The fact you're not seeing that is why it's so dangerous. If a small cut means they'll stop bothering you, then take it. [Anne holds her earpiece.] Dr Anne Tina: Command? Prepare a biohazardous quarantine chamber for the both of us. We're on our way back. [Anne takes a deep breath and looks at Keitin] Dr Anne Tina: Come on. It's out of our hands now, we're going to be fine. [END LOG] Afterword: Both personnel have been transferred to a temporarily installed quarantine outpost, established in close proximity to SCP-6220's encampment (hereby referred to as Site-95-OP). They will remain in quarantine for a period of 1.5 weeks. Within the following two hours from this recording, a dense 15m wall of thorns was grown, assumably by both entities, to mark a perimeter. Further efforts to communicate will be underway soon. Addendum 6220-01: With the difficulty expedition teams have in re-entering SCP-6220's area, in addition to SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's temperments and high likelihood at which a violent conflict can be avoided, through communication. Further expeditions, or otherwise invasive methods of containment, will be postponed to first attempt to contain entities peacefully. Proceeding this decision, Dr Corey, the containment team's head, wrote a letter addressed to both entities. The contents outlined a meeting place and time, topics that would be discussed, in addition to the possible requests or accommodations the containment team could provide. During attempts to deliver the letter via the use of an MTF agent specialising in diplomatic affairs, it was noted megafauna appearing anatomically similar to pill bugs (now deemed SCP-6220-1), would passively position themselves in front of personnel, presumably to block entry. While this development initially led to debate over whether or not peaceful contact was sustainable, the order to remain neutral was left in effect. The letter was then sent via attaching multiple copies to SCP-6220-1 instances. In hopes either entity would notice the letters, should instances return to their vicinity. Addendum 6220-1.1: Neither entity made an appearance on the specified date, though the proposed meeting point was noted to have a high concentration of SCP-6220-1 instances during the time the meeting was set. In the days following the meeting's date, SCP-6220's area expanded by approximately 50m2, and almost perfectly covered the meeting point detailed in the letters, prompting the immediate implementation of high-grade SRA fencing7 to slow further expansion. In light of peaceful contact now being considered highly unlikely, it was deemed necessary for an exploration team to contact SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B directly. If applicable, it is encouraged that teams capture either one or both entities. VIDEO LOG DATE: 24/2/2000 PERSONNEL: 3 MTF agents. Specialising in environmental anomalies. 1 MTF agent. Specialising in diplomatic affairs. Primary objective: Either establish a clear line of communication between containment officials and SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B, capture entities. Lethal force is heavily discouraged, though permitted in the case of a serious threat. [BEGIN LOG] 13:19: [Agents came within 5m of the perimeter, before being blocked by a multitude of SCP-6220-1 instances. Attempts to inflict physical damage, distract, or forcefully move instances proved ineffective. Instances were noted to remain passive.] 13:25: [Agents left the immediate area, allowing instances to clear] 13:45: [Agents are airlifted over the perimeter. Dropping into a clearing. Personnel begin to traverse the area, in the direction of the pavilion. At this stage, Funga and Flora had grown significantly larger. Though the number of different specimens present, appears to have diminished greatly.] 13:49: [SCP-6220-1 instances start to pursue agents. Agents sprint towards the centre and re-locate the pavilion, which had been largely reformed, and since enlarged, to resemble a Victorian-era greenhouse.] 13:51: [SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B briefly come within the camera's view, sitting inside the greenhouse's largest room. they are surrounded by many more flora specimens, which appear to have been moved inside recently. While appearing to notice personnel, they do not acknowledge any verbal attempts to communicate. Rather, SCP-6220-B lifts its hand as if to both silence, and stop agents from approaching.] SCP-6220-B: I must say, their incessant whining is beginning to wear on my patience. [In the seconds following, SCP-6220-1 instances surrounded agents.] SCP-6220-B: First, they place those unsightly sticks outside of our domain. Then trespass… With that, terrible machine. Thank goodness we installed a roof… I can't imagine how they would've trampled our… Less robust creations had we not brought them in. SCP-6220-B: I, truly, don't understand why you would expect we wait on enacting punishment. They are right there darling! [SCP-6220-B waves its hand dramatically at the exploration team, currently subdued by SCP-6220-1 instances, which are beginning to usher the team away.] SCP-6220-A: I assure you dear, we won't get our way by angering them now. Though, if we are to consider their offer, perhaps we enlist a… Sapient denizen to aid us? I do believe or garden is perhaps, ready, to harbour such a lifeform regardless. SCP-6220-B: I do quite like the idea you would think us ready for such a commitment, though that hand mightn't be easy to find in our circumstances. SCP-6220-A: I would think it's closer to us than you might expect- [SCP-6220-A's voice trails off as the mic is moved out of range.] 13:51: [All agents are forcefully expelled from the perimeter] [END LOG] NOTE: Entities attempted to expand their area in the proceeding hours. However, the wall of thorns abruptly stopped abruptly at the SRA fencing. Addendum 6220-02: Two days from the expedition, an SCP-6220-1 instance emerged from the perimeter to approach personnel. While initially thought to be an attack, the instance was found to be in possession of a letter addressed to the Foundation. To Whom it may concern, We have thoroughly considered your letters and would like to discuss a compromise. However, we will decide the terms, and time, at which this arrangement will take place. We would bluntly humbly ask that until we have established our means of communication, you refrain from trespassing. Unkindly Kindest regards, At this time, additional expeditions will be put on hold, as to encourage a peaceful outcome. Addendum 6220-2.2: SCP-6220-1 instances have been noted to start traversing around Site-95-OP's preliminary buildings, in the days following SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's letter. the purpose of this behaviour is not currently known. While debates surrounding whether or not standard protocols surrounding free-roaming should be implemented in this case, the decision to keep instances from walking amongst the establishments were maintained. Being put into effect immediately, Site security have erected a buffer zone between SCP-6220's perimeter Site-95-OP's buildings. Instances, thus far remaining passive, attempting to cross the buffer would be physically deterred via the use of a cow prod. Addendum 6220-03: A coordinated security breach on the Site-95-OP's quarantine sector was enacted by SCP-6220-B. The target of which was Dr Keitin, who was isolated and subsequently rushed beyond the perimeter, before on-site security could interfere. VIDEO LOG DATE: 27/02/2000 NOTE: The incident was recorded by on-site CCTV, and has been logged for records keeping. [BEGIN LOG] 03:18: [SCP-6220-B emerges from the perimeter, taking the form of an SCP-6220-1 instance. It waits for security to break their line of sight, before it nudges the concrete crash barrier aside. Multiple instances begin to follow it out and roam the Site. It is noted security initially missed SCP-6220-B when attempting to re-direct Instances.] 03:24: [SCP-6220-B enters the quarantine sector, beginning to survey the establishments. It then finds Dr Keitin's room, positions itself nearby, and waits for approximately two minutes.] 03:26: [SCP-6220-B heads towards Dr Keitins window, and hardily nudges the wall, causing the room to shake slightly. Dr Keitin is seen waking up in moments following, he takes notice of SCP-6220-B, though assumes it is an SCP-6220-1 instance.] Dr Keitin: What on- oh that was… You? Right… 03:39: [Dr Keitin begins to walk to towards the cells radio, presumably to report the instance.] SCP-6220-B: Is that perhaps… Speaking? I hear. I must say, your initial resolve had me convinced you could not engage in such a simple task. My partner, however, tends to have an eye for seeing through such performative measures. 03:41: [Dr Keitin jumps at hearing SCP-6220-B's voice. He turns to face it, covering his mouth with his hands. SCP-6220-B then takes its previous form, unhinges the window, and steps into the room. Dr Keitin ignores SCP-6220-B and continues toward the radio. SCP-6220-B appears offended at his refusal to address it.] SCP-6220-B: I must ask, do you enjoy… Perhaps, appreciate? such a mundane function as breathing? [Dr Keitin pauses momentarily, though doesn't acknowledge SCP-6220-B. He continues to step toward the radio.] SCP-6220-B: Clearly you mustn't?! Considering your continued insolence. 03:43: [SCP-6220-B quickly steps forward, blocking the radio. It takes hold of Dr Keitin's wrist and pulls him toward the window. It then positions one of its particularly sharp tarsi8 over his chest. During this, Dr Keitin was noted to remain silent.] SCP-6220-B: I do not wish to get your filthy blood on such a regal being as myself. Though given such blatant disrespect, I find myself quite tempted. [SCP-6220-B, upon not hearing a response, begins to press its tarsi into his chest. Despite not vocalising, Dr Keitin is visibly starting to sob.] SCP-6220-B: However… You needn't cry over such a worthy punishment… As the gracious being I am, might, perhaps, present you with a single opportunity to redeem yourself. Understood? [Dr Keitin hesitantly nods, starring at SCP-6220-B's tarsi.] SCP-6220-B: Say it. Dr Keitin: I… Understand. But I- I want to talk with command- [SCP-6220 releases Dr Keitin.] SCP-6220-B: Very well. We invite you, singularly, to negotiate "containment" terms. As you low beings seem to call them. If you refuse us, your organisation will'nt be given the opportunity to speak with us again. Dr Keitin: I want to talk with command first- SCP-6220-B: Are these terms acceptable. Or not? Dr Keitin: I want to talk with- [SCP-6220-B's eyes narrow. It raises one of its tarsus, emphasising the claw.] SCP-6220-B: I'm starting to think you did not deserve your opportunity… Do go on though, I must insist you say that word again… "Command" was it? Dr Keitin: I… Agree. SCP-6220-B: A most splendid of choices! It is of utmost importance we leave to discuss our terms now. Dr Keitin: I need to get the radio. I want to talk with Dr Corey. SCP-6220-B: You will not be allowed outside input during our negotiations. Do come along now. 03:49: [SCP-6220-B dismissively reaches to grab Dr Keitin's wrist. He recoils and backs away.] Dr Keitin: Wait! Uhh, I need to get the… Terms… From Dr Corey! I can't speak unless I know- SCP-6220-B: We have many copies of such "terms" already. Your letters' "terms", were utterly infuriating to read, we can discuss that during our meeting. Dr Keitin: No, I have to talk with Corey. I agreed- SCP-6220-B: You most certainly did agree, of your own free will might I add. You will uphold what you agreed to. 03:53: [SCP-6220-B sharply grabs Dr Keitin's arm, and forcefully drags him outside. Dr Keitin begins to scream, alerting on-site security, who raises the on-Site alarm. SCP-6220-B sprints back towards the perimeter, with Dr Keitin in tow, crossing before on-Site security could intervene.] [END LOG] NOTE: Following this recording, all previously roaming SCP-6220-1 instances made their way back to the perimeter. Attempts to retrieve Dr Keitin were thwarted by SCP-6220-1 instances, which were noted to start trampling personnel upon being physically aggravated. Addendum 6220-3.1: The following interview commenced approximately fifteen minutes following addendum 3.0, and documents SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's containment. VIDEO LOG DATE: 27/02/2000 NOTE: The following log was recorded by Dr Keitin, after finding his Foundation-issued recording device on his person. [BEGIN LOG] [Camera is turned on] SCP-6220-A: If you must insist we have this dastardly machine in our domain… You will leave it over there. [SCP-6220-B quickly approaches the camera, snatches it from Dr Keitin's hands, and places it on a nearby table. Overlooking the greenhouse's central room.] SCP-6220-A: [sighs] Now, I believe my partner has already discussed why you're here. Am I correct in this statement? Dr Keitin: Yes but- SCP-6220-A: Very well. [SCP-6220-A turns to SCP-6220-B.] SCP-6220-A: I am quite jubilant you have convinced him to speak, shall we begin darling? SCP-6220-B: We most certainly shall. Though first, your name. Dr Keitin: Uh, name? SCP-6220-B: You have failed to adequately disclose it, this will be the final time I ask politely. Dr Keitin: Keitin. SCP-6220-B: At last! Was that such a hard snippet of information to divulge?! Now we have such a formality out of the way… Do state what your organisation will provide for us. Dr Keitin: I… Don't really know what they can do. Can I talk with comma- [SCP-6220-B narrows its eyes.] SCP-6220-B: Do not tempt me, Kreitin. Dr Keitin: That's uhh not my nam- [SCP-6220-B narrows its eyes again.] Dr Keitin: Maybe, uhh… Could you move to a Site? SCP-6220-A: You expect us to re-locate, there?! On what terms would we be relocating? Dr Keitin: Uhh, well, the letter- SCP-6220-B: We would best hope, you are not about to parrot the obscenities written on that most terrible paper. Dr Keitin: No, no! I-I'm sure they would give you everything you need, for Uh… [Dr Keitin looks around the greenhouse's interior] Dr Keitin: S-such a Beautiful garden. SCP-6220-A: We are flattered by your compliment, though you have not answered our question. On what terms are you proposing we relocate? Keitin: We Could Give you triple the size… Of your current area? I'm sure you could grow your garden there too? [SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B turn to look at each other.] SCP-6220-B: Triple our initial plans. For the small price of re-locating?! I must say, your decision to wait out these… Rapscallions, has been quite fruitful. SCP-6220-A: I would agree. Hopefully, this would quell your doubts that he was indeed the correct choice to aid our interests? [SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B turn to look back at Dr Keitin.] SCP-6220-A: We find these terms quite favourable. You have proposed a most excellent of comprises! Dr Keitin: And err… Maybe I could perhaps try to get you extra resources for your garden… Like… uhh maybe you'd want some help with getting everything in order. [Dr Keitin Turns to face SCP-6220-B.] Dr Keitin: Like- like your insects? Right?! Wouldn't you like a group to help with uhh… Your creations? SCP-6220-B: A most thoughtful of offers, I would certainly appreciate such a kind gesture from your organisation, as to aid our lovely home. A most excellent idea! Dr Keitin: I'd just need to get to command to err… Verify everything. I'm uhh, not allowed to make the decision without err… Corey to also agree- which I'm sure he will, I uhh, just need to talk to him. SCP-6220-A: Do tell me, how can you assure us these terms will be fulfilled to a satisfactory degree? [Dr Keitin remains silent for approximately 1.5 minutes, both entities look to him expectantly.] Dr Keitin: I don't know how I can assure that… I'd need to talk to Dr Corey- [SCP-6220-A's eye's narrow.] Dr Keitin: I… Maybe we could all go? They'd be able to set this up on the spot! They wouldn't ask any questions of course. SCP-6220-A: You are aware of your organisation's, tactics, On beings such as my partner and I, correct? Dr Keitin: Certainly! But I promise I have your best inter- SCP-6220-A: I have half a mind you may be one such tactic, you propose a most pleasing of offers. Then try strong-arm us into allowing you to consult with your superiors… To, I'll assume, draw us out? Dr Keitin: No! No! Of course not, I -I can agree on their behalf! I just need to talk with them to… Uhh, approve it. Maybe I could just go alone, and you'll be here safe and sound?! SCP-6220-B: And yet, you seem incapable of coming to an assured agreement without their input. I simply cannot trust in good faith you will represent us impartially. Dr Keitin: O- oh well we have our agreement already right?! I just need to enact the procedures that's all! SCP-6220-B: Does that not contradict what you just said? If I'm recalling correctly, you needed them to verify these terms. You then needed them to help set the terms, and now you seem capable of outright enacting our demands? It seems we require, this "command" to move forward, now doesn't it? Dr Keitin: That- err… Is very correct! I just need to talk with them yes! I'll uhh, just go now, right? SCP-6220-A: We cannot trust you will be impartial. How do we know your attempts to speak with them are in good faith? [SCP-6220-B stares at an SCP-6220-1 instance, dramatically appearing to contemplate. It then turns to SCP-6220-A.] SCP-6220-B: Darling, perhaps if he could make a commitment of sorts, to us. We could settle this most tragic of stalemates? SCP-6220-A: A splendid idea darling! Keitin, we would like you to pledge yourself to us. If we are to allow you to converse with this "command". Dr Keitin: W-well yeah, but I- I can just do that without- SCP-6220-B: We do not trust a lowly creature, representing such a shady organisation, to represent us in an impartial light. Though, if you perhaps had our likeness, a true indicator of our interests, we could be more trusting. SCP-6220-A: Your words will implicate you as much as they implicate us. An equal, fair, method going about our negotiations. Would you not agree? Dr Keitin: I agree! Of course! SCP-6220-A: And if you agree, would this not be a most simple of decisions? Dr Keitin: Uhh… M- maybe? [Dr keitin starts to back toward the entrance, though is blocked by SCP-6220-1 instances.] SCP-6220-B: You will not leave this room until you have made a decision, your organisation's antics are ending here. Are you taking a most gracious of offers? such a kind being as myself has allowed. Or will you be leaving?! [Dr Keitin begins to try pushing past the SCP-6220-1 instances.] SCP-6220-A: Of course, I might add the latter choice does let your organisation down, doesn't it? Their only chance to speak with us would be squandered by you. Do pick wisely… Dr Keition: I- don't know. SCP-6220-A: Then find out. Dr Keitin: M- maybe I could just go outside to think? I- uhh, need really, really need the plants to clear my head. [SCP-6220-A gestures dramatically to the plants within the room. Dr Keitin hesitantly starts to pace around the room, he leans against the wall, eventually slumping to the ground. He remains near the entrance, and is unresponsive for the next hour.] Dr Keitin: A- and this will make you both consider talking with command, I- I it'll mean I can fix this whole thing right? SCP-6220-B: Yes. SCP-6220-A: Most certainly. [Dr Keitin looks to his hands, which are appearing to shake. He looks towards the entrance multiple times.] SCP-6220-B: Walk to the window, turn around and face our garden. You will wait there, silently, for further instruction. [for the next 4 hours, Dr Keitin remains stationary, as his person begins to manifest anatomy consistent with that of a rhino beetle. SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B are visible in the vicinity, discussing a range of topics over tea.] Dr Keitin: He-y… Could I sit down I-I can't- SCP-6220-B: Did I not tell you to remain silent?! Furthermore, no, your standing is required. And to think, you were not 30 minutes from adequately completing such a simple task as standing- SCP-6220-A: Pardon me, dear, I haven't been paying much mind to your work. I'd say his new form is coming along quite nicely, a truly beautiful creation darling. SCP-6220-A: Though, I do propose we allow him something dear. Even his legs are starting to buckle. SCP-6220-B: I might disagree on this occasion. We shouldn't be acknowledging such disrespectful behaviour by awarding him. SCP-6220-A: This, does raise a good point. [Dr Keitin tries to speak, but is cut off by SCP-6220-B.] SCP-6220-B: Not a word! I and my partner, have not 30 minutes left to enjoy the serenity. [Entities resume their tea session, while Dr Keitin remains at the window. He begins to fidget with his head, which has morphed to be anatomically identical to that of a Rhino Beetle. In the following 30 minutes, entities end their tea session and make their way to Dr Keitin.] SCP-6220-A: You may come with us now. You will discuss our agreement with your superiors. [SCP-6220-A starts to walk towards the door. Dr keitin starts to sprint towards the entrance, though is stopped by SCP-6220-B.] SCP-6220-B: What is the matter with you? This is a most inadequate walk! Dr Keitin: N-nothing… Just uh, really excited to negotiate… We're going now right? SCP-6220-A: I am quite pleased by your enthusiasm. Though, do walk in future. Dr Keitin: Of course, yep, we really should be going now right?! [Dr Keitin starts to speed walk outside, SCP-6220-B grabs him by his second set of arms, and walks him out of frame slowly.] [END LOG] NOTE: SCP-6220-A, SCP-6220-B and Dr Keitin, were recorded at the perimeter approximately fifteen minutes after entities left the frame. VIDEO LOG DATE: 27/02/2000, 08:34 NOTE: While standard procedure mandates unverified personnel possessing an anomaly must be apprehended, Dr Keitin was expedited from the procedure, on account that neither entity would resume negotiating without him present to mediate. First contact took place with Dr Corey, who was stationed at the edge of the buffer zone, in addition to on-site security. Personnel had been waiting to contact entities for over 3 hours, at the time of SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's arrival. The following log has been recorded over multiple cameras. [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-6220-1 instances standing near to the centre of the wall begin to part. All entities are momentarily visible through the foliage. SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B quickly obstruct themselves from view, ignoring verbal attempts to communicate. Dr Keitin is allowed through the instances, he sprints towards Dr Corey.] Dr Keitin: I'm supposed to negotiate SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's containment terms with you. [whispers] Corey, please send help, please, I can go now right? you can fix this can't you? [Dr Corey, acknowledges the signal, nods lightly, and looks to the assumed spot of both entities.] Dr Corey: Unfortunately, we cannot allow Dr Keitin to speak on your behalf at this time. Though, after he is formally processed, we may allow supervised visits. [SCP-6220-A nor SCP-6220-B respond. After one minute, Dr Keitin looks back towards the perimeter, appearing concerned.] Dr Corey: SCP-6220-A, SCP-6220-B? We would like to speak with you directly on this occasion. Please come forth. Security will apprehend you, and you'll be brought to somewhere… Safer for this discussion. Dr Keitin: [whispers] Corey? Corey? I'm -I'm gonna go home now… Ok? Dr Corey: [whispers] I don't want to alarm you, but you have to stay here. You're going to be escorted to a cell, you'll be de-debriefed, then we'll discuss your containment. Dr Keitin: [whispers] C- Corey what do you mean? I- I want to go home. C'mon look, I got them talking right. I'm going now- okay? [Dr Keitin takes a step towards the site. Dr Corey holds his arm out to stop him, he looks to a security member, who starts to reach towards two pairs of handcuffs.] SCP-6220-B: How very indecent of you to expect we follow… Such a tactless command. We follow our terms as detailed in our letter. We remain completely neutral. Yet… You thieves decide to capture our convoy to repay our patience? Dr Corey: I understand your frustrations, however, we can't compromise our operation as its risks everyone's safety. Could I take some requests to make you both feel more comfortable during our interview? SCP-6220-A: No. You disrespected the terms we outlined. We will not be corresponding further. To think, dear, we had such a lovely arrangement planned with Keitin. SCP-6220-B: A tragedy indeed. May we discuss our losses over tea? Our failed dealings have made me… Tempted, to expand further. SCP-6220-A: This sounds quite pleasant. Keitin, you may return to us now. We have further work for you. [Dr Keitin appears indecisive. He looks to the security guard, now having the cuffs open, and beginning to step towards him. Dr Keitin obstructs his arms from the guard, and starts to slowly step towards the perimeter.] Dr Keitin: [whispers] Corey… Corey, what are you doing!? I- I want to go home, please- I'm not one of them. I- I'm not supposed to be in a cell. Dr Corey: Keitin, please do not resist. Remain where you are. You'll be transferred- SCP-6220-B: I beg your pardon?! What preposterous order did you just bestow upon our subject? [Dr Corey goes to respond, but is abruptly cut off after SCP-6220-B walks over the perimeter. It waves its hand down aggressively, resulting in upwards of 200 SCP-6220-1 instances charging personnel. While instances stopped before impacting personnel, they were noted not to be affected by physical deterrence, such as bullets. During this event, Dr Corey was noted to stand in place.] SCP-6220-B: Let this be a warning. Should you set foot in our province, attempt to push back our fairly discussed expansions… Or heavens forbid, dare order around my loyal subject again, and your kind will face severe punishment. Dr Corey: With due respect, we have put measures in place to prevent further 'expansion'. You may have noticed the SRA posts. Furthermore, I may remind you this is not the first time the Foundation has- [SCP-6220-A steps beyond the perimeter.] SCP-6220-A: With due respect?! Such a disingenuous term to be used in this context! Your kind only seems to "respect", our work when it benefits you. You would feel such an entitlement that dare opposes two, most benign deities, to create a most lovely home through their union?! Perhaps we shall deny you the right to a home. Dr Corey: Could you elaborate, please? SCP-6220-B: We needn't remind you that you're, quite literally, standing on our work. Your home is quiet… Reliant, on our continued support after all. It sure would be a shame if our support were too… Diminish, now wouldn't it? SCP-6220-A: Darling, perhaps we should enact punishment? This creature's "respect", has at last broken my resolve to care about its kind. [SCP-6220-B raises its hand lightly. In the seconds following, all insects from the surrounding area are seen moving towards the perimeter, in addition to surrounding SCP-6220-B.] SCP-6220-B: My, unappreciated, work will not remain in such a terrible organisation's presence… I must say, perhaps my creations will remain safer, if I simply called all of my dear children back to me? Dr Corey: Are… Are you threatening to remove all insects from the world's ecosystem? SCP-6220-A: We do not wish our work around your organisation any longer… You should not wish to find out how much our favour will Diminish, if you dare speak with us again. Furthermore, is that in all honesty what those sticks were for? a fence?! [SCP-6220-A raises its hand lightly, subsequently causing the SRA fencing to overgrow with SCP-6220-A's created flora, in addition, the perimeter wall expands approximately 4 meters over the SRA fence.] SCP-6220-A: Much better. [Dr Corey Radio's into command, while SCP-6220-B waves SCP-6220-1 instances to collect Dr Keitin. Site security attempts to approach Dr Keitin, though he begins to back towards the instances.] Dr Corey: [covers the radios mic with his hand] Keitin! Keitin! What what did they "agree" on with you?! Dr Keitin: They uhh… Triple their area! Command: Grant it. Keep them talking. Dr Corey: SCP-6220-A, SCP-6220-B! May you hear a final offer? [SCP-6220-B waves the SCP-6220-1 instances away from Keitin.] SCP-6220-B: Make your utter insult of a compromise quick. Dr Corey: We would be willing to compromise on the spot, with the terms agreed upon by Dr Keitin. You will have triple the size of your current area. If you have any additional term- SCP-6220-A: For the utter lack of regard you have displayed, we will not settle for anything under four times our current area. In addition, we have further demands that we expect will not be withheld. Dr Corey: I can assure you, we can accommodate the area requirements. Though, I'm not yet aware of what your other needs are. Would you be open to discussing this further? [SCP-6220-B turns to SCP-6220-A.] SCP-6220-A: I would be so inclined as to give them a final chance? SCP-6220-B: I must agree. [Entities turn to face Dr Corey.] SCP-6220-A: We are expecting, this time around, that our subject remains with us, for discussions? Dr Corey: Of course. May I ask we perhaps… Move to you into a holding area for further discussion, it will be right next door to your full area. Dr Keitin: [whispers] Core- Corey? What are you doing?! I- I'm supposed to leave now? Right?! SCP-6220-B: This sounds, most intriguing. Keitin, we expect you will first follow this… Creature, to scout our new location. [Dr Corey waves for site security to stand down. He gestures Dr Keitin to follow him towards an ATU9.] Dr Keitin: [whsipers] Corey… Corey… Please, say something? Come on- please, I- I didn't mean to run away- just give me another chance. [SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B tentatively begin to follow Dr Corey and Dr Keitin, maintaining their distance. After nearing the ATU Both entities abrutly stopped following Dr Corey, appearing displeased. they wave Dr Keitin to approach them.] SCP-6220-A: Would he believe we are so ignorant, as to trust this is not a cage? Dr Keitin: It's a- a transport Unit? SCP-6220-B: And why might it look more like a cage, than a unit for transportation? Must such a low creature believe such beings as us, are blind to such trickery?! [Dr Keitin looks over to Dr Corey, who mouths "to protect you".] Dr Keitin: It has to be reinforced to… Uhh- to keep you protected? [SCP-6220-A's eyes narrow.] SCP-6220-A: Sweep the inside of this… Box. We will not enter otherwise. [Dr Keitin walks through the transport unit and gives an all-clear, after walking back outside. Both entities walk in tentatively, seating themselves close to the gate.] SCP-6220-B: Keitin, what is keeping you? We are expecting you to join us now. We mustn't dally after all. Dr Keitin: Oh, I think I'd better be going with Dr Corey. SCP-6220-A: You will remain with us for this excursion. Now, do take a seat. [SCP-6220-A points to a spot between it, and SCP-6220-B.] Dr Keitin: What about uhh, s-seat belts? I- uh, I really need to go with Corey anyway, it's very important… Right, Corey? Right?! Dr Corey: I think you'd best stay with them. [SCP-6220-B stands and approaches Dr Keitin. It grabs his wrist and drags him into the unit, after sitting next to him, it then grabs his arm.] SCP-6220-B: A simple solution to your concerns. I would expect you to trust my holding you upright, will suffice? [Dr Keitin nods slowly.] SCP-6220-A: May we visit our new area now? Dr Corey: Of course. We should arrive in about 15 minutes. [For the next 20 minutes, SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B discussed a range of topics, while Dr Keitin remained silent. Upon the transport unit being stationed in a secure location within Site-95, Dr Corey returned to the unit and unlocked the gate. SCP-6220-A exits first.] SCP-6220-A: Our journey here took longer than you initially proposed. Much longer and I would've feared you… Creatures, had attempted an abduction. Dr Corey: We had some difficulty selecting a safe area for your exit. [SCP-6220-B walks out of the unit, still holding Dr Keitins arm, and looks to SCP-6220-A.] SCP-6220-B: Forget the timing, dear, I'm sure he can adequately deliver us to our area. Dr Corey: Your cell is down the hall from here, we can discuss any further needs when we arrive. [Keitin, abruptly pulls his arm from SCP-6220-B's grasp, and hurriedly makes his way towards Dr Corey.] SCP-6220-B: Are you deaf to simple instructions?! Walk. Dr Keitin: I- Just thinking ahead. Uh- you want me to scout the area? R-right?! SCP-6220-A: I must say, darling, it is quite endearing he's so eager. SCP-6220-B: A promising sight indeed, though you needn't go ahead here. Return to me now. Dr Keitin: You're sure? I err… SCP-6220-B: Now. [Dr Keitin looks to Dr Corey and mouths "help". After no response is given, Dr Keitin hesitantly walks back towards SCP-6220-B. All entities follow Dr Corey to the cell.] SCP-6220-A: This is not acceptable. SCP-6220-B: This room is barer than the insufferably minimal interior I came across my subject in. You expect we wait here?! I'm beginning to think this may be another trick… Dr Corey: I must apologise for the inconvenience, part of the reason I wished to bring you here is to discuss your Preferences. My teams were not sure how to best prepare this holding cell for you. SCP-6220-A: Your meaning to tell us you had such forethought, as to request our very input on how to best prepare our cell? This certainly is an accommodating response. SCP-6220-B: Dear, I would not be so fast as to trust such shady beings. I'm not entirely sold this a genuine kindness. Keitin, verify this room is not trapped, such a trustworthy source as yourself is required. [Dr Keitin slowly begins to walk through the room's door, and starts to walk the perimeter. Both entities, followed by Dr Corey, start to enter after approximately 2 minutes. They examine the walls.] SCP-6220-B: When shall you expect we satiate our requirements with this room? Dr Corey: You may do so now, so long as it won't interrupt the Sites ability to properly function. Though I would much prefer we discuss any further needs you have first. SCP-6220-A: Keitin, come here. [Dr Keitin begins to slowly walk towards SCP-6220-A, it crouches to his level.] SCP-6220-A: [whispers] I would like a watering system [inaudible] Perhaps a natural light source too? I cannot be expected to [inaudible] sunlight. Dr Corey: We can of course implement a watering system. Sunlight will be a difficult request to fulfil, but it can be granted- SCP-6220-A: In future, address our subject when answering questions. That is why he is here. SCP-6220-B: On that thought. Keitin do tell this creature of your most thoughtful of ideas. [Dr keitin remains silent for approximately 1 minute.] Keitin: I- they, want a group to aid their garden. They want Entomologists, uh- Botanists, and mycologists. [Dr Corey looks to Dr Keitin.] Dr Corey: That could take some time to prepare. Though, I can disclose Dr Keitin specialises in Entomological studies- [SCP-6220-B looks to Dr Keitin, appearing pleased.] SCP-6220-B: A most wonderful turn of events! You alone will not suffice of course. However, I find I am immensely pleased by your involvement in such a prestigious study. Dr Corey: It is certainly good to hear this. Though, I do want to push the topic of Dr Keitin further. [Dr Anne Tina comes into frame, escorted by four security members. Dr Keitin quietly starts to make his way towards her.] Dr Corey: Ahh, good timing! This is Dr Anne Tina, she specialises in Botany and takes a secondary specialisation in Entomological studies. I've brought her to help with containment measures. SCP-6220-A: We do remember this, thing, yes. SCP-6220-B: We are not keen on its presence. We feel it is a bad influence on our subject. [SCP-6220-B notices Dr Keitin attempting to approach Dr Anne Tina.] SCP-6220-B: Keitin. whatever might you be doing over there? Return to my side. [Dr Keitin turns to face SCP-6220-B, he remains in place. After a minute of silence, he turns around and begins to sprint towards Dr Anne Tina.] Keitin: Anne! Anne! Please, I- I need your help, I- I'm not supposed to be here! C'mon, I- I need to go home, right?! [Security obstructs Dr Keitin from leaving the cell, he becomes visibly distraught. Dr keitin shows security his clearance card, though upon being told it is not valid due to his anomaly, he begins to sob, attempting to push past security. He then attempts to pull his additional arms and keratin plating off his person, resulting in security restraining him.] Dr Anne Tina: Keitin. Keitin! Hey… Hey, I need you to calm down, listen to me! [Dr Anne Tina shows security her clearance card, and asks they escort Dr Keitin to the adjacent room.] SCP-6220-B And what might be the meaning of this?! I expect such a conniving creature to bring my subject here. How dare you attempt to fill his head with meaningless instructions yet again! [Dr Anne Tina goes to speak, but is cut off by SCP-6220-A.] SCP-6220-A: Your instructions during our first meeting were, painfully, obvious. It made our task as to choose his aid… Difficult. [SCP-6220-B turns its attention to Dr Keitin, who has begun to lay on the floor in the foetal position, loudly sobbing.] SCP-6220-B: Must you be so fragile as to seek this "Anne's" aid over such a gracious being as I? Stop embarrassing yourself. I am quite bothered by your lack of loyalty to us. Dr Corey: I might wish to intervene here, there is a good chance Keitin is currently in shock. A very normal response to… This drastic of a change. I may propose he leave anyway while we discuss his status, it may help his nerves. SCP-6220-B: We will allow such a kind gesture if it aids… Such a sudden affliction. [Dr Corey looks to Dr Anne Tina, who escorts Dr Keitin to the adjacent room. Dr Keitin is sat down at a table, Dr Anne Tina pulls a second chair to sit next to him. Dr Keitin remains unresponsive.] Dr Anne Tina: Hey, I’m sorry Leroy… But, I really need you to look at me now… Hey- C’mon does my hair look that bad? [Dr Keitin's sobs begin to quieten, he looks up momentarily.] Dr Anne Tina: Thought that’d get you. Now, I need you to listen to me- Dr Keitin: I- I can’t, Anne- Anne, just let me go home… I- I quit! Right? Y- you can't make me work for them! Dr Anne Tine: It can't work like that anymore- Dr Keitin: I'll just go to containment, they- they can't - SCP-6220-B: [to Dr Corey] No, part of the reason we chose our subject is due to his affiliation with your organisation! How might he adequately represent us from within our cell?! Dr Anne Tina: [forces a chuckle] Oh dear, I think Corey’s starting to strike a nerve with them. Dr Keitin: Wai- Wait, what does it mean in our cell?! It- it doesn't mean that right? Dr Anne Tina: Just breathe. Corey is not gonna put you in danger, we're getting this sorted- SCP-6220-A: [to Dr Corey] Such a pertinent issue of split commitments. Perhaps we allocate him the evening hours to uphold his other commitments? During the day we would like him within our immediate vicinity, we simply must have him to cater to us. Dr Keitin: No… No! I'm not committed to anyone! I- I did this so I could leave! I- I quit! I quit! Dr Anne Tinna: Leroy- Dr Corey: [to SCP-6220-A] We could always bring you another correspondent. Perhaps allow Dr Keitin free of his commitment to you, and we can replace him with someone more qualified? SCP-6220-B: [to Dr Corey] We selected Keitin for his loyalty, he is untainted by your organisation's twisted influence. And therefore, our only method to ensure we remain content. Even with these statements, I have grown somewhat fond of the idea he will be my subject. Dr Keitin: Anne- Anne!? Say something… Please- just anything! Thi- thi isn't fair. Dr Corey: [to SCP-6220-B] Given the circumstances I… Can allow him under your supervision. Though I need him to have access to our resources, furthermore his work, while in your vicinity. in addition, he must be allowed to leave your cell during the evenings, maybe 6 PM? If you cannot uphold these terms, we cannot allow him to remain employed. SCP-6220-B: [to Dr Corey] A difficult compromise, though if it means he is allowed to remain as your employee, then I believe it necessary… Now, where might I find him? [SCP-6220-B begins to walk toward the hall. Dr Keitin abruptly stands and runs for the doorway, though is blocked by security, he runs back to Dr Anne Tina.] Dr Keitin: I- I have to go, p-please, just let me go. C'mon, I already quit! Dr Anne Tina: Leroy- Dr Keitin: Anne. I quit! I don't work here- I don't work for them- Dr Anne Tina: Leroy, calm down. There's nothing I can do- Dr keitin: No… No! This isn't fair, I- don't want to do this. Dr Anne Tina: Please… SCP-6220-C, please remain silent. SCP-6220-C: W-what… I'm n-not one of them. I'm not one of them! Dr Anne Tina: This wasn't fair, your right. But I can't do anything about that. [SCP-6220-C abruptly stops, he looks to Dr Anne Tina and begins to back away. Dr Anne Tina stands and starts to leave.] Dr Anne Tina: It goes without saying our mentorship is… Ended now. [SCP-6220-B comes into frame and stands at the doorway. Dr Anne Tina exits the room.] SCP-6220-B: Keitin, we have settled your employment. You may come with me now. We have much work to get to before this organisation will steal you away… I believe your former superior mentioned 6 PM? SCP-6220-C: No… SCP-6220-B: I beg your pardon? SCP-6220-C: I want to- go h-home… SCP-6220-B: Must you be so ungrateful?! [SCP-6220-B approaches SCP-6220-C, grabs his arm and walks him back toward their cell. SCP-6220-C is told to stand next to the gate, and remains there for the next 6 hours, while both entities re-form the interior of the cell to resemble their greenhouse.] SCP-6220-A: I must say. A cup of tea would be quite pleasant after all of that work. SCP-6220-B: Dear, I do believe our cups and other such ingredients, are at our previous dwelling? SCP-6220-A: Sweety, I never forget to bring such bare resources as a tea set, ingredients of course are a simple fix. [SCP-6220-A procures a tea set from the amalgam of fungal growths on its lower extremities. It then procures a jar of an unidentified liquid, and begins to fill the cups.] SCP-6220-B: You simply know my preferences too well! SCP-6220-A: It's of no difficulty to remember your sweet tooth dear. SCP-6220-B: Speaking of a sweet tooth, I do believe our subject might enjoy such a blend. [SCP-6220-B looks to SCP-6220-C, who was staring at the floor. It gestures for him to approach, though he does not respond.] SCP-6220-B: You may come here now. I am quite impressed you have remained silent for once, we have a reward for such behaviour. [SCP-6220-C does not respond. SCP-6220-B goes to address SCP-6220-C again, though is cut off by SCP-6220-A.] SCP-6220-A: May his non-response be due to his shift end? Perhaps an unforeseen requirement was he not address us when catering to his organisation? [SCP-6220-A procures a pocket watch from its fungal amalgam.] SCP-6220-A: Goodness, the time sure does fly, it is 6:05 already! SCP-6220-B: This must explain such silence. We expect you back here by 6:00 AM tomorrow. You may leave. [SCP-6220-C runs towards the gate, he starts to audibly sob.] SCP-6220-A: Whatever is the matter? Should returning to such a shady organisation be this traumatic? [SCP-6220-C ignores SCP-6220-A. He attempts to scan his clearance card at the reader. SCP-6220-B begins to walk toward him.] SCP-6220-B: If this might be such a terrible experience, perhaps we make arrangements to keep you here for lon- SCP-6220-C: [to cell radio] Corey? Corey?! I- I want to go home, please, just let me go. Come on- it's 6! They said I could go- Dr Corey: [over radio] Security is going to escort you to a separate cell while your file gets processed. Until then, your clearance card will be invalid. [The cell gate opens. Two security personnel begin to escort SCP-6220-C to a nearby cell.] SCP-6220-A: Dear, I do believe he is in their hands now. [SCP-6220-B walks back towards SCP-6220-A.] SCP-6220-B: I would suppose so. Speaking of "their hands", however, I find myself quite concerned on their handling of our creations… I do believe it was… Neglected as a topic? I would see we inform our correspondent of this matter. SCP-6220-A: While we have him, I do suppose we shouldn't leave such grievances unaddressed. He should not be running to that organisation over us. SCP-6220-B: Well, I would like to see this dealt with now regardless. If I heard correctly he is attempting to quit. [SCP-6220-B walks to the cell radio.] SCP-6220-B: [to cell radio] I must demand Keitin is returned to us, we have a request of utmost urgency to correspond with him on. Dr Corey: [over radio] I can take your request in SCP-6220-C's stead for the time being- SCP-6220-B: Sensitive information regarding our creations, is not to be entrusted with such thieving cretins! I am well aware you monsters would attempt to exploit and dissect our hard work. I must insist we speak with Keitin at once. Dr Corey: I can allow a short visit. He will be called back. [Aproximatley 5 minutes later, SCP-6220-C is returned to the cell. Security remains outside.] SCP-6220-B: Thank heavens! Keitin, I must have you oversee the transportation of our creations, have the following instructions relayed to- [SCP-6220-A notices SCP-6220-C is beginning to quietly sob.] SCP-6220-A: I suppose, we shall address your grievances? SCP-6220-B: Our correspondences may take, an additional few moments. [SCP-6220-B guides SCP-6220-C to a nearby seat, it retrieves two cups from SCP-6220-A and returns.] SCP-6220-B: Do inform me of your affliction. SCP-6220-C: My Life… Is… O-over. SCP-6220-B: And what might you mean? SCP-6220-C: What… What do think I mean? I- I have nothing left… [SCP-6220-C bends his legs and brings them to his chest, he then stares down and covers his head with his arms.] SCP-6220-B: You have me? You have my partner? You have your employmen- SCP-6220-C: I don't want my employment! The only fucking reason I'm here is that you fucking threatened to kill me! I don't want this! SCP-6220-B: Such language is wholly unnecessary! Do not address me in this manner again. [SCP-6220-C flinches. An application is visible from his left pocket.] SCP-6220-B: What might that be? [SCP-6220-B picks up the application.] SCP-6220-B: You wish to start a department, solely dedicated to such beings as myself?! Have you submitted such a document yet? SCP-6220-C: I quit. SCP-6220-B: Was this not what you wanted from the start? Must the only denominator in your decision be your new form? SCP-6220-C: The "new form" just got me ousted by everyone… My own fucking mentor just labelled me as a monster and left… My family, my friends they're gone now… What the fuck do I have left? Nothing! SCP-6220-B: I overheard such a conversation where you were referred to by your number, I must give my condolences. Though, I'm sure our guidance would certainly suffice as a… Replacement? SCP-6220-C: I just want my life back… I quit. Just undo this. I'm going home. SCP-6220-B: Watch your tone… Such a form is a dear improvement from what you were. You have us now regardless. SCP-6220-C: Exactly… I have you… I don't want this. I want my life back- this- this isn't fair. SCP-6220-B: I must ask, what in heavens name was so enticing about your previous life?! What were you working towards- an organisation where you likely would've ended up dead? a romantic interest… Children? SCP-6220-C: … Free will. SCP-6220-B: You do, to an extent, have such a commodity under us… You are our first sapient subject, to inhabit what will be such a lovely kingdom after all. Was it not your organisation that has placed restrictions on you? This organisation that is apparently disallowing you to leave? How quickly did they turn on you after the pressure got to them? [SCP-6220-B gives the application back to SCP-6220. It then hands him a cup of tea.] SCP-6220-B: I must insist you pursue such an endeavour, we will personally ensure you are given… An adequate position, to help you win back your independence from such an organisation. Now, do drink your tea, it's quite sweet, though I'm sure you'll take a liking to it. [SCP-6220-C hesitantly starts to examine his mandibles. He looks to the cup.] SCP-6220-B: Do expect them to clamp when you try to eat… Though, your cup will not break. [Dr Keitin slowly lifts the cup to his mouth and begins to drink, his mandibles clamp over the cup. SCP-6220-B appears amused at SCP-6220-C's attempts to pull the cup from his mandibles after finishing.] SCP-6220-B: While we are on the topic of tea. I have further requests, that I require you see are handled. Our kingdom, Keitin, will not be undermined. [SCP-6220-B begins to whisper further instructions to SCP-6220-C, after Approximately 6 minutes, he exits the cell. After relaying SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's instructions to Dr Corey, SCP-6220-C is escorted back to his cell.] [END LOG] Addendum 6220-4.0: On 03/03/2000, Dr Keitin formally submitted a Department application, the purposes of which surrounds Entomological studies. At this time, a Foundation-wide department is not deemed necessary, due to the necessity of Entomology as a specialisation, being in too little demand beyond Site-95. However, Site-95 has been deemed eligible to receive its own Entomological office, in addition to Mycology and Botany. As a direct result of SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's requirements to remain content within their containment. Addendum 6220-4.1: From 10/03/2000, Dr Keitin has been granted the co-head position of SCP-6220's containment department. On account, neither SCP-6220-A nor SCP-6220-B would correspond with the previous lead, without Dr Keitin to oversee or vote on affairs pertaining to their containment. Addendum 6220-4.3: NOTICE AS OF 10/03/2017, AN OFFICIAL DEPARTMENT FOR THE PURPOSES OF ENTOMOLOGICAL STUDIES HAS BEEN DEEMED NECESSARY, ON ACCOUNT OF THE RISING DEMAND FOR TRAINED ENTOMOLOGISTS, IN ADDITION TO THE RISING NUMBER OF ANOMALIES CONCERNING INSECTS. It is to be noted that, while SCP-6220's containment department will be merged Dr Keitin will not be deemed eligible for the department head, due to a possible conflict of interest. However, on account of SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's containment needs, Dr Keitin will be granted the regional head over Australia and New Zealand. So as to ensure correspondence between both entities and the Foundation remain stable. Footnotes 1. 6:00 - 18:00 2. Also to be referred to as SCP-6220-C in necessary circumstances 3. consisting of Entomologists, Botanists and Mycologists, primarily implemented to aid the development of SCP-6220-A and SCP-6220-B's garden 4. commonly, fungi 5. commonly, insect 6. primarily, this refers to Fungi and Insects. However, SCP-6220-A has been documented to create flora on occasion 7. high-grade SRA's built into heavy Steel posts 8. tarsus, and its plural tarsi, refer to insect feet, typically ending in 1-2 claws. 9. Anomaly Transit Unit
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padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-6221 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo An image from SCP-6221-21, in which Santa Claus converses with a pair of hostages, attempting to coerce them into eating Blitzen the reindeer. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6221 are to be contained at the Sites at which they were delivered; digitization efforts are underway. Due to the fact that SCP-6221's anomalous effects are only visible during November and December, testing is only to take place during these months. Foundation personnel who are inadvertently exposed to SCP-6221 are to undergo quarantine until December 26th, and avoid the following stimuli: Christmas-related media (music, movies, animation, novels) Christmas-related clothing (stockings, 'Santa' hats, winter clothes) Christmas decorations Snow Food and drink associated with the holidays such as eggnog and sugar cookies The concept of giving or receiving gifts Description: SCP-6221 refers to a collection of films, television programs, animations, and a single music album that, as of writing, comprises at least 24 distinct pieces of media. All SCP-6221 instances are styled as Christmas or holiday-centric media, but rather than having typical morals or themes that are expected from this form of media (i.e. affirmations of the Christian faith, the virtues of charity, and the power of a child's belief) the content is highly subversive, and in the case of animated media, inappropriate for the alleged target demographic of children due to the presence of violence. Each SCP-6221 instance was delivered to various Foundation sites across the Northern Hemisphere in December of 2021. Each of them was accompanied by an identical note: Dear SCP Foundation, We here at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media know that it has been a very difficult couple of years, but have no fear! We're here to bring Christmas cheer all over the world, starting with you. Since you've shown such a vested interest in our product line, we have elected to give you twenty-four—yes, that's right, twenty-four!—brand new Christmas Classics, free of charge! It's like your own advent calendar! The thing is, we can't get more than one package past your perimeters without them being shot down, so we're delivering them across the globe. Worry not, we're ensuring the content is appropriate for your region. Merry Motherfuckin' Christmas, Each note had an embedded cognitohazard that caused individuals who read it to hear the note as if it were read in the voice of American comedian and actor Jeff Dunham. The intent behind this is unclear. A list of selected SCP-6221 instances is included below. Addendum: SCP-6221 Instances: SCP-6221-01 is a near-mint VHS tape including an original hard plastic case with illustrations of various characters created by Charles M. Schulz. The art depicts these characters holding torches, pitchforks, hammers, and sickles, under a title that reads "Eat the Rich, Charlie Brown!" The special is styled after the typical Peanuts holiday specials and featuring the vast majority of the 'Peanuts gang'1 as they attempt to instigate a socialist revolution by raiding and destroying a department store on Christmas Day. The events of this special takes place directly after the ending of A Charlie Brown Christmas, and the aluminum trees that made up a minor plot point are used by Snoopy to demolish the front of the department store, allowing the characters to break in. At one point, an adult human is seen, a severe oddity for a Peanuts cartoon. This individual is identified as the owner of the store, Mr. Manybucks (spelling unclear). The cast proceed to graphically bludgeon him to death as he protests the destruction of his store and the loss of his Christmastime profits. Point of Delivery: Urban Site-58, San Francisco, California. This is the closest major Foundation Site to Charles M. Schulz's place of burial. Effects: Viewers are more reticent to the concept of shopping for Christmas. Furthermore, repeat viewings lead to a desire to seek out and attack individuals whose net worth exceeds $10,000,000 USD. These largely fade within a week of viewing. SCP-6221-02 is a DVD with a photograph of POI-8832 ("Diego Marquez") on the front of the case, entitled "A Very Special Holiday Message from the Second Haptic Assembly". The video shows aberrations consistent with a low-quality transfer from a VHS tape to a DVD, and depicts POI-8832 delivering a sermon themed around the celebration of a winter holiday whose name is indistinguishable, as there is an audio glitch each time it is spoken. An excerpt is below: POI-8832: Friends, now is the time of year where it gets colder and darker every day. Now is the day to come into the embrace of the Hundreds of Hands that make up the Assembly. Every year on [indistinguishable], we come together and celebrate by coming together and thanking the Many-Handed Ones for holding up the Stars and Moon. We also rejoice by drinking the blood of the Eckhart family, the bastards that killed my Father. Now, since there's no direct lineage, we have to resort to members of parliament, or even prime ministers. Thankfully, the Prime Minister of Aus[inaudible] is our best source for that, and god knows he's not running out any time soon! Fat bastard. Point of Delivery: Site-91 in York, England, in the former quarters of Agent Rebekah Douglas. Effects: Individuals who view SCP-6221-2 more easily comprehend the events of Operation Hecatoncheires than individuals who do not. As such, Site-91 is currently considering its use as a tool in briefing archivists on the subject. SCP-6221-07 is a Blu-Ray anniversary release of the film Die Hard, with the title changed to "We Get It, Die Hard is a Christmas Film, You're Not Clever." The plot of the film is identical to Die Hard, but there are several alterations to the cast, soundtrack, costuming and props. John McClane is anachronistically portrayed by Macaulay Culkin, who appears to be in his thirties; Culkin would have been seven years old when production commenced in November 1987. In addition, several parts of the sound track have been replaced with 'hard rock' covers of Christmas songs; for example, during a fight between McClane and Hans Gruber part way through the film, Trans-Siberian Orchestra's version of Carol of the Bells plays. Several characters are also seeing wearing archetypal 'Santa' hats, and Gruber contemptuously bites the head off of a gingerbread man during the scene where he is making demands to the LAPD. Point of Delivery: Site-43, Lake Huron, Canada Effects: Subjects who view SCP-6221-07 become anomalously intolerant to any discussions of classification to the extent that arguments, and even violence on one occasion2, have followed from discussions revolving around classification of objects or concepts. SCP-6221-10 is a 25-minute-long animated Christmas special called "The Grinch Was Right To Steal Christmas!". Animated in the same style as the 1966 special How The Grinch Stole Christmas!, the short re-imagines the Grinch's attempt to ruin Christmas as a righteous crusade against the hyper-materialistic Whos in Whoville. During the encounter with Cindy Lou Who, The Grinch confesses to wanting to steal Christmas, saying that the holiday 'represents the worst part of the year, propped up by hypocrites that preach charity and goodwill while lining their pockets with toy and candy sales'. The Grinch succeeds in destroying the presents by tossing them out Mt. Crumpit, and the Whos are shown to be better off without Christmas in their lives. Place of Delivery: Site-87, Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin Effects: Viewers of SCP-6221-10 will attempt to non-violently sabotage Christmas-related events such as gift exchanges and Christmas parties. Site-87's 'Secret Santa' assignments were posted to its SCiPNet Public Message Board the day after assignments were sent out, necessitating a reshuffling of names. SCP-6221-12 is a mildly-degraded VHS tape, delivered in a generic brown case with a sticker on the spine indicating that it was once property of the Bentonville Public Library. Titled "Grandma Got Run Over By A Wal-Mart Truck", the film mimics the animation, character design, voice acting, and plot from the 2000 Christmas movie Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer. Instead of being hit by Santa Claus's sleigh, the character of Grandma Spankenheimer is hit and killed by a Wal-Mart truck driver who is high on amphetamines. The driver is instructed by the company to dispose of the body. The film then follows Jake Spankenheimer and Santa Claus's attempts to prove grievous wrongdoing by Wal-Mart and claim justice for the deceased Grandma Spankenheimer. As in the original film, the last act is a courtroom drama. Point of Delivery: Site-118 in Arkansas, United States. Effects: Inconsistent. 30% of viewers have expressed a desire to burn down the nearest Wal-Mart, and 60% began formulating ideas to disrupt the Wal-Mart Supply Chain. The final 10% expressed a desire to somehow desecrate the grave of Sam Walton. SCP-6221-15 is a CD Album entitled "All I Want For Christmas is Forever". The first track on the album is Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You"; all subsequent tracks are allegedly covers of the same song. An unknown number of tracks exist on SCP-6221-15, with notable instances including: Track 39, which appears to be sung in an unknown language similar to Attic Greek, speculated to be Minoan. Track 102, which was entirely in Morse code, and took approximately sixteen minutes to play. Track 222 , which instead is a rendition of Tom Jones's It's Not Unusual. Track 223, immediately following this, is the original All I Want For Christmas Is You. Tracks 302 through 417, which are all spoken-word renditions All I Want For Christmas Is You in various languages, each by a new speaker. Track 418, which is a 27-hour-long scathing critique of tracks 302 through 417. SCP-6221-15 cannot be removed from the device playing it unless the device is damaged in some form, as it fuses the CD Drive shut. SCP-6221-15 is incapable of being damaged during the removal process, but has been scratched during handling following its removal. Point of Delivery: Site-16, current base of operations for Mobile Task Force Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts"), which specializes in containment of musical anomalies. Effects: Playback of SCP-6221-15 results in listeners experiencing nausea when in proximity to devices playing Christmas music, and projectile vomiting when a non-anomalous version of All I Want For Christmas Is You plays. Following this gastric event, listeners will attempt to destroy all speakers playing the song in their proximity. SCP-6221-20 is a Blu-Ray disc delivered in an unlabeled case. Written on the disc with permanent marker were the words "Stock Hallmark Christmas Film #29123". The plot depicts a white male pursuing a romantic relationship with a white female who is a single mother, during the Christmas season. Actors portraying all characters, and the names of the characters themselves, change from scene to scene, even shot to shot. No identifiable actors have been found in the films, barring an inexplicable cameo from Julia Louis-Dreyfus as the owner of a 'Bed and Breakfast and General Store' the characters stay at in the second act of the film. Point of Delivery: Site-79, which is notable for studying anomalies related to dreams and the Oneiroi collective. Effects: No individual has successfully watched SCP-6221-20 to completion. It is an intense soporific which causes individuals to fall asleep when viewing or documenting it. This description was written over the course of two days by three different individuals, due to the personnel documenting it experiencing periods of abrupt sleep while writing. SCP-6221-21 is a betamax tape with the title "The Night Santa Went Crazy" crudely written in black permanent marker. It is an exploitation film, with a copyright date of 1973; despite this, the film is attributed as being 'Based on the 'Weird' Al Yankovic Song' of the same name, which was released in 1996. The film closely follows the plotline of the song; on Christmas Eve, Santa attacks the elves in his workshop in a drunken rage, holding them hostage, and murders the majority of his reindeer. The film follows the later 'extra gory' version of the song, where Santa Claus is shot dead by SWAT. Place of Delivery: Area-09, Duckwater, Nevada Effects: SCP-6221-21 causes an intense distrust, bordering on phobia, of Santa Claus. When confronted with images of Santa Claus, or an individual dressed up as Santa Claus, they will attempt to flee, and if they are unable to, they will attempt to violently subdue such individuals. Jokingly referring to this phenomenon as 'Claustrophobia' within the presence of viewers of SCP-6221-21 has resulted in five concussions, four broken fingers, three bloody noses, two chipped teeth, and a single broken knee. SCP-6221-24 is a VHS tape in a heavily-degraded cardboard sleeve; only the title, "Rudolph the Red State Reindeer", is legible. SCP-6221-24 is animated in a style typical of Rankin/Bass claymation productions; however, Rudolph is bipedal throughout the film. The plot concerns Rudolph coming to believe that Christmas is falling out of favor, and launching a political campaign in an effort to fight against the 'War on Christmas'. While mostly disregarded, he finds favor in Florida, where he runs for governor on a pro-Christmas platform, sweeping the election. Rudolph expects to create a Christmas wonderland in Florida, but instead finds himself mired in politics, as his voters believe that his pro-Christmas platform followed a Christian Theocratic ideology, and he is unable to walk back from it. Over the course of the film, Rudolph passes more and more extreme policies— forbidding the celebration of any holidays in December other than Christmas and the New Year, forcing women to wear Christmas sweaters year-round, and dismantling Florida's healthcare system. This final action is what causes Rudolph's friend, Hermy the Elf, to run against him as a Democratic challenger in the next election, a year after Rudolph has renamed Florida to 'Christmasland' and has declared Miami, Tampa and the Florida Keys as 'naughty list zones' (implied to be large internment camps). Due to his rising popularity, Hermy is assassinated by Clarice, Rudolph's love interest; this act causes an outpouring of support for Frosty the Snowman, who had been the candidate for lieutenant governor. Despite widespread gerrymandering and an attempt to shut down polling places using Christmasland's National Guard, Frosty is elected Governor of Christmasland, and systematically undoes all of Rudolph's changes to Florida. Rudolph is said to be permanently 'on the naughty list' in a narration by Santa Claus at the end of the film. Point of Delivery: Regional Headquarters-352, Gulf Coast of Florida. Effects: SCP-6221-24 uses a parody of the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer poem over the closing credits; however, attempting to transcribe it has led to all of the text being changed to the phrase "Lyrics Copyright Vikander-Kneed, Suckers", repeated ad nauseum. Viewers repeat this song, and other songs with similar parodic content, when exposed to images of Rankin/Bass characters. This effect fades on December 26th. Footnotes 1. Linus notes that Marcy is celebrating Hanukkah, and as such, is not present for the events of the special 2. Dr. William Wettle being assaulted following their observation that the song Baby It's Cold Outside had undertones of sexual harassment in its lyrics. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6221" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6221. 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: santaclaushostage.jpg Author: Nicholas Webster License: Public Domain Source Link: https://mubi.com/films/santa-claus-conquers-the-martians Derivative of: Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, 1964, dir. Nicholas Webster. Additional Notes: Due to a missing copyright notice as well as being published between 1926 and 1977, images and footage from Santa Claus Conquers the Martians are in the public domain; the score is owned by Famous Music.
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Item#: 6222 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Entrance to SCP-6222. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6222 and the surrounding park have been acquired and converted into Foundation Outpost-384. High-priority containment cells are to be monitored at regular intervals. Signs and maps have been installed in explored sections of SCP-6222 for ease of navigation. Investigations into the possible identity of the ownership of the facility are ongoing. Interior corridor of SCP-6222. Description: SCP-6222 is a facility with an anomalously large non-Euclidean interior and a large sign on its exterior labelled "FISH PRISON". The vast majority of the rooms and layout of SCP-6222 heavily resemble baseline prison complexes and containment zones in Foundation Sites, with a notable exception of inoperative lighting systems. Due to potential safety hazards and for ease of access, light fixtures have been installed in explored sections of SCP-6222. All containment cells within SCP-6222 hold at least one instance of aquatic life, designated as an SCP-6222-1 instance. Contrary to the sign outside SCP-6222, not all SCP-6222-1 instances are fish.1 A placard can be found on or around each cell, containing documentation regarding their respective SCP-6222-1 instances. The cells themselves appear to be thaumaturgically reinforced by poorly understood manifolds, which has hampered attempts to intentionally breach SCP-6222-1 instances for testing purposes. Despite the absence of liquid water in these cells, SCP-6222-1 instances can emulate aquatic locomotion to aerially mobilize themselves. It is unclear whether this is an intrinsic property of SCP-6222-1 instances, or simply a secondary effect of SCP-6222. Likewise, all SCP-6222-1 instances do not require nutrition, produce excreta, undergo senescence, nor exhibit any anomalous behavior outside what is considered normal for their respective species. Addendum 6222.1: SCP-6222-1 Documentation The following is an excerpt from SCP-6222-1 documentation logs, the text on each cell's placard, and additional notes, where applicable. SCP-6222-1 instance. Species: 1 Palinurus mauritanicus (Pink spiny lobster) Crime: Cannibalism Notes: SCP-6222-1 instance lacks several limbs. The shells of several other pink spiny lobsters were also observed in the cell. No other cell contains deceased SCP-6222-1 instances. Species: 8 Cyanea capillata (Lion's mane jellyfish) Crime: Assault, first-degree murder, illegal firearm possession, terrorism Notes: At least 4 personnel have spat in the direction of the cell since its discovery. SCP-6222-1 instances under investigation for potential memetic influences. Species: 1 Homarus gammarus (European lobster) Crime: Hate speech Notes: A post-it note was found on the placard, labelled "This one's a racist, Jim". Species: 2 Phractocephalus hemioliopterus (Redtail catfish) Crime: Identity theft Notes: Individuals within close proximity to the cell may experience temporary TIE amnesia.2 SCP-6222-1 instance. Species: 1 Osphronemus goramy (Giant gourami) Crime: Drunk driving, grand theft auto Notes: N/A Species: 1 Nemateleotris magnifica (Fire goby) Crime: Arson Notes: 6 documented cases of spontaneous combustion in items near the containment cell, including paper documents, a camera, the cell placard, and a researcher's lab coat. Species: 3 Anomalocaris canadensis Crime: Assault, battery, disruption of public order Notes: Cell located directly across cell containing trilobite SCP-6222-1 instances. Due to the hostility displayed by contained SCP-6222-1 instances towards each other, a barrier has been erected to obstruct line of sight between the two cells. Species: 4 Paradoxides paradoxissimus3 Crime: Assault, battery, disruption of public order Notes: Cell located directly across cell containing Anomalocaris SCP-6222-1 instances. Due to the hostility displayed by contained SCP-6222-1 instances towards each other, a barrier has been erected to obstruct line of sight between the two cells. SCP-6222-1 instance. Species: 1 Bathynomus decemspinosus (Giant isopod) Crime: Assault, battery, first-degree murder, misichthyology4 Notes: A perimeter of 1 meter has been set up around the cell. SCP-6222-1 instance anomalously stabbed and incapacitated two Foundation personnel that stood too close to the cell prior to this. Species: 1 Homo aqueous (Finnfolk) Crime: Criminal trespassing Notes: SCP-6222-1 instance resembles Australian Prime Minister Harold Holt. Instance appears sapient, but does not respond to any attempts at communication. Species: Unknown, see notes Crime: Assault, first-degree murder, vandalism Notes: SCP-6222-1 instance initially thought to be a giant squid until adequate lighting conditions revealed that the tentacles originated from the mouth of a larger entity resembling Cetorhinus maximus (Basking shark). Species: N/A, see notes Crime: Involuntary manslaughter, vandalism Notes: Containment cell occupied by metallic debris, identified to be from the deorbited Mir space station. Species: Unknown Crime: Assault, first-degree murder, vandalism Notes: SCP-6222-1 instance appears to be a small fish despite the dimensions of its cell being many times greater. Investigations ongoing. Species: Unknown, singular instance resembling an oarfish with 9 human heads Crime: Voluntary manslaughter, vandalism, genocide, high treason Notes: SCP-6222-1 instance held within a large cage at the center of a large chamber. Ongoing investigations have been hampered due to the chamber being saturated with ammonia gas expelled from the instance. Individuals outside the chamber door report hearing vocalizations coming from the SCP-6222-1, which have been identified as pleas for mercy in Old Chinese. Species: Unknown, see notes Crime: Voluntary manslaughter, vandalism, genocide, deicide Notes: Instance possesses cognitohazardous and antimemetic properties that prevent visual identification. Filtered images infer that the SCP-6222-1 instance is over 100 meters in length, and possesses a pentaradially symmetrical body plan. Instance has also been observed to passively emit large amounts of Elan Vital Energy. Species: N/A Crime: Apotheosis Notes: Cell appears empty despite being the largest discovered within SCP-6222, measuring about 500 meters on each side. Trace amounts of compound Y-909 present in cell. Investigations ongoing. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 6222.1 2. Total Identity Expungement, where the affected individual is incapable of recalling their identity or personal memories. 3. Species of trilobite. 4. Context unknown at this time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6222" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6222. 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: fishcorridor.jpg Author: Brian Stansberry License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fort-moultrie-corridor-sc3.jpg Filename: fishprison.png Author: Man vyi License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Guernsey_2011_034.jpg Filename: gouramicell.jpg Author: Ks.mini License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Aquarium_fish21.JPG Filename: isopodcell.jpg Author: Ray Swi-hymn from Sijhih-Taipei, Taiwan License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:20181106_Nixe_5870_(48435497707).jpg Filename: shrimpcell.jpg Author: Ragnhild&Neil Crawford from Sweden License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bezier_fiskmarknad-9637_-_Flickr_-_Ragnhild_%26_Neil_Crawford.jpg
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Item#: 6223 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established 2km from the current location of SCP-6223, and a preliminary quarantine zone has been established 1km from SCP-6223 as well, subject to further review. Residents of Caldwell, Idaho, and the Boise, Idaho area, are to be categorized into three groups in regards to SCP-6223. No action is to be taken towards the first group, who are listeners who have never shown interest in SCP-6223. The second and third group, consisting of Boise area radio professionals and listeners of Christian broadcasts, are, under Protocol PARAVELT, to be identified, interrogated regarding SCP-6223 and selectively amnesticized. All tapes recovered from SCP-6223 are to be stored in the Euclid class media archives at Site 37. Description: SCP-6223 is the KGBN radio station, formerly located in Caldwell Idaho and currently located in the deserts of the Danakil Depression in northern Ethiopia. SCP-6223 was transported to its current location through unknown means. Prior to its designation as an SCP, KGBN served the Boise Idaho area and broadcast Christian radio programs, with programs consisting of sermons and praise music. The station was bought from its original owners, ██████ and ██████ Wilton, by the ViacomCBS Corporation through its fledgling CBS Radio subsidiary. All employees were fired and replaced, and one month following the management change the station building and its broadcast equipment disappeared. The building was discovered in its current location by a geological survey team from the Ethiopian government. Aside from damage by the elements, the structure was in a general state of disrepair inconsistent with its previous use. The interior and exterior of the building are marked by severe heat damage from an unknown source, but no fire detection systems activated. The interior also contains two charred corpses, presumably belonging to station employees, though DNA samples were inconclusive. Much of the furniture has been damaged extensively, including broadcast equipment, except for two objects: a SanDisk brand flash drive containing broadcast data found on one of the burned corpses (see Addendum 01), and a decorative wooden cross, rotated sidewise, completely intact save for a burn in the shape of the CBS logo. The origin of the building's damage and transportation remains unknown. Addendum-01: Addendum-01: Addendum 6223.01: All broadcast data were completely corrupted by the heat damage save for those on the recovered flash drive, which only bore minor corruption. It remains the only conclusive broadcast to originate from SCP-6223 following the transfer of ownership. Due to station protocols of recording over previous data once hard drives fill, it is theorized that this was a broadcast that originated immediately prior to the anomalous destruction of the building. The file contains a record of a program that differs dramatically from usual station fare, and displays a record of several anomalous events. An upload of this audio file is as follows. All individuals are referred to by names given in the file. BEGIN LOG: (An electronic yowl - the distorted data remains of some kind of worship music or gospel. Gradually, it reconstitutes into music again - a choir singing Silent Night. A male voice speaks.) DJ Slimy: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, that was the Joseph Reidy Chorus Singers with their version of Silent Night. I am still your host for the Hour of Falling, Fr. Nelson Devin Mothersbaugh, alias your friend DJ Slimy, coming from the borough of Congress Head in the beautiful snow-blanketed state of Maine. As sure as Jesus shining upon you I hope you are having a Merry Christmas. Remember the lessons of last week's sermon, remember that worship is never defined in the Bible. Funny how there’s no place where it says "you must worship this way.” DJ Slimy: Sure, they tell you how to worship in the book of Leviticus and in the New Testament, but I'm not talking about worship that way. The true worship of God happens long before any of those texts are written. In the oldest ancient time, the beginning before the beginning, they were still worshipping God, in what some might say is the true way. Allow me to demonstrate by way of my latest program, coming at you right now as we round the corner on Christmas Day… (Blurred, glitched noise, the corrupted remains of many many radio shows.) (The noise fades into the soundscape of night in a city. Someone running, feet slapping pavement, they are breathing heavily. There are sirens in the distance.) Paul: Fuck, fuck, shit, oh god, fuck. (The running approaches a car. The door is opened and then slammed shut.) Paul: Drive. Tony: Took you long enough. You get the cash? Paul: Just drive, fuckface! They're on to us! (A car engine is turned on. It sounds as if it reverses and then drives quickly out of the parking space. The audio glitches and distorts, sounding much like a radio dial being tuned, resolving into the muffled sounds of the car on the highway.) Tony: You see any lights? (Someone, presumably Paul, shifting in his seat.) Paul: No, no lights. Yet. They must be still in the city looking for us. Tony: Jesus, how dumb do they think we are? (A pause.) Paul: I hope this was worth it, Tony. You know, now, now I can never go back there. Back to my home. Tony: Relax, it's for a good cause. You know my mom in Billings can't pay her medical bills. We were forced into this. Paul: Bullshit. Your mother isn't seeing a dime. You've been trouble since high school. Tony: What, you don't believe me?! Paul: (sighing) I guess if I didn't believe you, I wouldn't be here. Wouldn't have all this. (A duffel bag is shaken around.)1 Tony: Well, there you go. (Silence. The noise of the highway. There is a burst of glitched distortion.) (The sound of traffic is now greatly reduced. The car's turn signal is audible.) Tony: Jesus, I can't believe we're getting away with this. Paul: Yeah, I've been checking for like ten miles and there's no cops, no nothing. Huh. Tony: Huh. Paul: Why did we get off the highway? If they're not on our tail, I mean. Tony: Hey, you feeling tired? I can turn on the radio. Uhhh…I get, I get pretty good reception in this thing. Paul: Wha-? Don't you have a CD player or like an aux cord or some shit? (The sound of radio stations being flipped through, though mostly static, and gradually they all fade into static.) Tony: Damn it! We must be in a dead zone. Paul: Yeah…you know, this radio stuff feels like you're deflecting. Tony: Shut up! I got something! (The voice of DJ Slimy is audible again on their radio, giving yet another sermon. There is organ music underneath.) DJ Slimy: I am still your host for the Hour of Falling, Fr. William Bonaparte II, alias your friend DJ Slimy, coming from the burg of Sodawater, Texas. Listen now as we revisit the story of the prophet Elijah in the Book of Kings and the lessons he can impart. Paul: Oh no, turn this off. This is some Jesus shit. Why the fuck are we listening to this? Tony: Shhh! DJ Slimy: There was a fire. Paul: What? DJ Slimy: A great fire in the wilderness. And there stood Elijah upon a pale horse, and he survived the fire, and he saw that it was God, and that it was good. I ask you all at home now to cast your eyes out over the fire you are walking towards yourself, out over the infinite plain, and see that fire, visualize it within your mind's eye. Feel the heat. Feel the scorching on your flesh. That is the righteous fire of the Lord. Let us turn our attention now towards… Paul: I don't like this. Tony: It's all we got, I guess. These radio evangelists are getting weirder and weirder. I mean, that's what you get with a shrinking listener base, I guess. Paul: No, I mean, where are the cops? We've got a bag of stolen cash from a jewelry store robbery and the moment we leave the city limits, we're just free? That, that doesn't make any goddamn sense, Tony! Tony: I mean, maybe the universe provides? Shit, man, just go with it! Paul: No, no, no, no, I've got a weird feeling. Something's not right, and I got the hairs on the back of my neck standing straight fucking up. Something's not good. Tony: I mean, I'm feeling great! We got the hell out of Dodge and no one's the wiser. (There is a brief pause. The sound of a flicker of some kind.) Tony: What the fuck is that? That light in the trees? Paul: I have no ide- JESUS CHRIST, FUCK! Tony: Wha—? (The car swerves and then suddenly screeches to a halt. A car door opens and there is the sound of feet on gravel. DJ Slimy's voice emanates from the car reading Bible passages underneath the conversation.) DJ Slimy: Ecclesiastes 12:10 to 12:14. The words of the wise are like goads, their collected sayings like firmly embedded nails—given by one shepherd. Be warned, my son, of anything in addition to them. Of making many books there is no end, and much study wearies the body. Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the duty of all mankind. For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil. Tony: Jesus, wha-wha-wha, what was that all about?! What was it? What did you see? An animal? Paul: I dunno. It was, it was huge! It didn't look like a… I mean, I dunno what it was! Tony: The lights are gone. Paul: Fuck the lights, we were just nearly hit by some kinda… Tony: Deer? Elk? Paul: I dunno, it was on two legs! What kinda deer does that?!2 Tony: So, was it a person?!. Paul: Jesus fuck, Tony! It didn't look like a person! Tony: Alright, calm down Paul, calm down, whatever it is, it's gone. We didn't hit it or anything. Paul: (breathing heavily) We gotta get going. We gotta get outta here. I, I— Tony: Yeah, I think you're right— (His sentence is cut off when the tape degrades into digital corruption and glitches, as the distortion becomes unintelligible.) (The distortion turns into the sound of a car crunching on gravel as it into a parking lot, from context likely a motel. The car turns off.) Tony: Look, it's going to be okay. We're like 100 miles out from town now, we didn't hit the…the whatever it was, and most of all we seem to basically be okay. Yeah? So, we're just gonna stay the night until we can get to Billings tomorrow, that okay? Paul: Yeah, yeah okay. Tony: Jesus, what a dump. Paul: Seems appropriate for us two. Tony: Hey, lighten up! (One of the two gets out of the car and shuts the door. The audio returns to glitches and distortion. Snatches of previous programs are audible through the static.) Female voice: Three point nine— (Distortion) Male voice: Help! (The crunch of shoes on gravel. Then a bell chiming as a door is opened. The rush of traffic on the highway is audible underneath.) Desk clerk: Welcome to the Starbright Motor Inn. Wi-Fi Password is in the room, and we do serve a free complementary coffee and pastry in the morning, but no breakfast. (A car drives by, very loud and close.) Desk clerk: Can I put you down for one room, then? Tony: (attempting to disguise his voice, badly) Uh, yeah. One room please. Double bed, please. Desk clerk: Alrighty. Credit card? Tony: Cash alright? Desk clerk: Yep, fine with me. No problem. That's sixty dollars, please. (A rustling noise, presumably Tony removing bills from a bag. There's the jingle of keys being placed on a desk.) Desk clerk: Room 7, just down the edge of the lot. Good night gentlemen. (The distortion returns, this time with the sound of tires on gravel as a prominent part of the mix. A male voice's whispering is audible but unintelligible.) (The click of a television turns on. Channels appear to be being flipped through and snatches of programs are audible. The hum of a rattling old motel air conditioner constantly drones in the background.) First older female voice: They really are too— (Click. Static, then another channel. Canned studio laughter.) Young male voice: Thanks very much, Mrs. Monk! Second older female voice: Well, ah, aren't you two forgetting something? Young female voice: Well, you'll believe— (Click. Static, then another channel. There's a swell of melodramatic and suspenseful orchestra music.) Older male voice: It's Stalin… (The music continues. There's the sound of plastic Venetian blinds rattling.) Tony: What is it? Paul: I don't know.3 (Click. Static, then another channel.) Sitcom actor: You know, if I made more dough, I wouldn't have to spend all my time riding the Downward Slope. Sitcom actress: Heh, what is that? Some weird sex thing? (More canned studio laughter.) Paul: Turn that off. Tony: Why? It's funny! Sitcom actor: Uh oh, Bazinga! Paul: I said, turn it off, Tony. Tony: Alright, alright. (The whir and click of the television shutting down.) Tony: You're being weird. Paul: I feel weird. I feel kinda freaked out, actually. Tony: Well, go out and get some fresh air, get a drink from the vending machine. Paul: …out there? Tony: Yeah. Stop being paranoid, man. Don't worry about me, I got a book, It's…uh…Screwtape Letters. (Paul takes a deep breath.) Tony: I'm totally fine. Go get a soda or something and chill. Paul: Yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe I am just being paranoid. Tony: There you go. (The door opens and closes. There are the quiet sounds of Tony shuffling around on the bed, making himself comfortable. There is a brief silence. Then, the TV turns on again.) Sitcom actor: Tony, you are entering into a vast and terrible unknown! (There is a roar of canned studio laughter, which continues on and on.) Tony: What? Sitcom actor: Yeah, you better watch out. It's an unspoken fact of the universe. (The voice begins to distort and warp before it fades into more digital corruption. There are now the sounds of outside. There are footsteps on concrete, and a male voice, likely Paul, sighs. A coin is fed into a vending machine and a drink is selected and change dispensed. The can is opened and drunk. In the distance there is the sound of a drunken man slamming into a wall4.) Dying man: I am never there! I am never there. Oh god, America! Paul: Hey, hey, you need some help?! Oh shit. (The dying man crashes into a trash can and sounds as if he has fallen over.) Dying man: Roger, Roger you bastard! Let me go. Paul: Hey, man. You okay? Dying man: I love when I have slutty friends, man, they have all the best stories. No, wait, no I already said that. I didn't say that. What? Emma Lazarus! Paul: Easy now, easy. You probably just had too much to drink. Dying man: I'm at the end. I am never there, I am…Hey, hey, what are you doing here? Paul: …I'm here to help, I saw you fall over. Dying man: No, no, it's too late. He's got you, he's inside you. He is inside America. Paul: What, what are you talking about? Dying man: We're all dead here, we're dead. You're dead. Paul: Listen, I'm gonna go get the desk clerk, I'm gonna go get you some help. Dying man: (distorted) Rabbit. Paul: I…what? Dying man: (distorted) Rabbit rabbit. (There is the wet sound of flesh ripping and bone crunching, something hard being pulled through a hole in flesh as blood spurts. Bone is thrown on the ground, and a body, presumably that of the dying man, topples over into a trash can.) Paul: What the— Oh god. Oh fuck! What, why?! Why is this happening?! Tony: (screaming)5 (A door closes quickly in the distance. There is a wet oozing sound, like a large gastropod.) Sitcom actor: (distorted) The problem, Tony, is that none of your fucking friends is willing to help you. They're all fumbling, hurtling, pissed-off, hopeless adults who just don't know how to do things. Tony: Get to the car! Sitcom actor: Except for one of you. You smart-ass, who seems to manage all the stuff everyone else keeps on destroying for ya. It is an ill wind that blows nobody good. (A car door opens.) Paul: Tony, come on! Sitcom actor: (distorted) And your mother. (The sound of shoes on pavement, running, then skidding to a halt.)6 Tony: It isn't real.7 Sitcom actor: (distorted) She does not get it. She insists you're still angry at her, and yet your mother is doing everything she can to pick up the slack. How can you be— (A shotgun blast!) Desk clerk: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Sitcom actor: (shrieking) (Meat oozing and sloughing. The shotgun is cocked again, then fired.) Paul: Get in the car! Get in the fucking car! (The car's engine rattling into life.) Desk clerk: And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, and the holy emptiness, and the fire at the end of the road, for ever! Amen! Sitcom actor: (low, quiet, gurgling roars) (The shotgun is fired again.) (Distortion. A snatch of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" is audible8. It resolves into the engine gunning it on the highway.) Tony: Where are we going? Where are we going?! Paul: I don't know! I think we've been here before! Tony: Fuck, we're going in circles! Paul: I don't know, have you seen a road sign, like anything? Tony: Not even a clue what state we're in. Is this desert now? Paul: I don't know, maybe try the radio? Local station? (The sound of the radio being turned on, as distorted snatches of programs are audible.) Distraught caller: …in this world! I don't know how I can have feelings for him! I would lie down in front of traffic for this man. It's sin, I know it is, but I can't help it. DJ Slimy: That's a lie! I know you can help it. Paul: Oh god, it's him again. It's the same preacher, Tony, turn it off. DJ Slimy: You can rise above sin! Above the pit of filth, above the rotting mass of dying pop stars and filthy sodomite hamburgers that is this country now. You know the trembling core of the nation is at last— (The radio screeches as it is turned off) Paul: I don't know why you didn't turn it off sooner. Tony: Well the last five fucking thing you've said have started with "I don't know!" I hate it, it's annoying! Figure out what you do know, then open your fat mouth! You're fucking worst, Paul! You're the fucking worst! Get off my back! (His rant begins to fade into glitches and distortion) (The sounds of many bustling customers talking.) Diner waitress: Another coffee, hon? Tony: What? Oh, yeah. (The sound of coffee being poured into a mug.) Diner waitress: You know what you wanna order? Tony: I'll have the Double Pancake Stack with…uh…hash. He'll have the villager omelet with a cinnamon roll, right? Paul: (grunts) Diner waitress: Okay then, I'll get that right out for you. Tony: You were right. You were so right. Something fucky is going on. Paul: Yeah, no shit. A drunk guy pulled a rabbit skull out of his neck in front of me. I think we're deep in…I dunno. (A microwave beeps.) Paul: I'm too tired to think. Tony: I know how you feel. You know what I think it is? Paul: Mmmm? (A coffee maker drips.) Tony: Promise you won't laugh? Paul: Promise. Tony: They put a hallucinogen in the cash. Paul: Tony… Tony: No, I'm serious. I read about it online, on Facebook. (Someone pours a glass of water.) Tony: There was this bank robber, in Kalamazoo, I think? Maybe Fargo. But the bank actually bought this super powerful drug called Brugmansia from a lab, they, and they dosed the cash with it in case of a robbery. (Someone coughs.) Tony: The guy was tripping for days. We just gotta wait it out. Paul: Do you hear yourself? (He laughs bitterly. Someone scrapes food off of a grill.) Paul: It's the man. Tony: What man? Paul: The radio guy, the evangelist. DJ Slimy. He's the one who's doing it. Tony: Shut up, that's nonsense. Do you hear yourself? Paul: I'm sure of it! We've been driving for hundreds of miles and he's the only thing on the radio! He just gives me the creeps something awful. (A microwave beeps.) Paul: I think he's listening. Tony: Oh my god. Paul, just listen to me. (A coffee maker drips.) Tony: We're just having some kind of trip. We haven't slept in days. And you have been paranoid since we left. (Someone pours a glass of water.) Paul: Well, maybe it's not him. But your theory is crackpot. Can't you feel it? (Someone coughs.) Paul: Even beyond the obvious bizarre shit there's something in the air, it feels like I'm in a cage or something. (Someone scrapes food off of a grill.) Paul: Like there's a massive pair of invisible hands just squeezing tighter and tighter. When we were driving? In those weird early-morning backroads and I was just staring out the window? I could hear him in my head. (A microwave beeps.) Paul: No, maybe more like feel. Like he was thinking my thoughts for me. (A coffee maker drips.) Paul: The radio voice. Like an oppressive judgement. Like he was telling me he hates me, but he wants me. (Someone pours a glass of water.) Paul: I think maybe he wants us both, Tony? I don't know. Tony: Well, I don't know how to respond. (Someone coughs.) Tony: There you go, I guess. Diner waitress: Okay, one pancake— (Someone scrapes food off of a grill.) Diner waitress: —and one omelet. Enjoy. Tony: Man, maybe we're both crazy. Paul: I dunno. Maybe. (Distant whirring, like a grinder. This is the first sound that has not looped. A microwave beeps.) Paul: (mouth full) Mmm, yeah, good pancake. Tony: (mouth full) Mmm-hmm. (A coffee maker drips.) Paul: Yeah, maybe you're right, maybe we're through the worst of it. (Someone pours a glass of water.) Diner customer: Howdy, boys! Paul: What? Tony: …hello. Paul: Oh, yeah, hi. Diner customer: You boys look like you're from out of town so I gotta ask you a question. (Someone coughs.) Diner customer: Iffin' y'all are okay with that? (Someone scrapes food off of a grill. The sounds begin to loop with greater proximity.) Paul: Uh, yeah, I guess, but could you please back away from the table? Your belly is in our, uh, personal space. Diner customer: Do you think they should kill all the vegans and baseball players? Like, once He comes back into power he oughta just send out Collectors. Hell, I'll volunteer! He, he, he! Paul: …the fuck did you just say? (The customer laughs again, and crunches into a large, meat-filled sandwich and chews. Liquid drips. He spits the chewed food out in a big wet gob. There is the briefest bit of digital distortion.)9 Diner customer: I'm serious, just a bunch of cancel-culture corn-hating hippies anyway. I think Zack Snyder deserved the pit. At any rate, they'll never take my farm subsidies. Milk, am I right? Pff! Tony: It's not real, it's just a bad trip, it's not real, it's just a bad trip. Paul: What the hell do you want from us? Diner customer: Guns and hamburgers, shooting every anime lover in the street with a hamburger. (The looping sounds are now so frequent they occur in unison.) Diner customer: Y'all know what I'm saying? That's not even getting into sex. Paul: (under his breath) Tony, do you hear? Tony: (under his breath) Everyone eating at the same time? Paul: (under his breath) Yeah, yeah that. Diner waitress: These two bothering you, Waldo? Diner customer: I think they're here to enforce Satanic rituals honestly, that and cosmic entity bias. Couple a' no good coastal elites. Diner waitress: Oh yah, they definitely look like they've seen the houses where they cut up the little babies. Diner customer: (countering her point) Black pit? Diner waitress: (assent) Tar. (More distant whirring. Tony yelps and throws his fork aside.) Tony: Oh fuck! What's on the plate?! Paul: God, it's crawling with maggots. Diner waitress: Insulting our food? That does it! (The looping noises stop. There's a crash of a plate thrown on the floor.) (An unclear sequence of events follows. Paul sounds as if he has been hoisted out of his seat by the shirt collar, knocking the table. There are punches and the sound of physical assault, probably towards Tony. The whirring, sustained and close, sounds as if it is in the room this time.) Diner customer: I HOPE YOU MOTHERFUCKING HIPPIES BURN! Paul: Oh god, help me! Diner customer: I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!! I'LL KILL EVERY MOTHERFUCKING LAST— (A sudden crash of a plate being bashed against someone, likely the diner customer. There is the rattling of a metal tray rolling on the floor. The diner begins to shake, silverware can be heard rattling. There is a low, distant, inhuman roaring coming from outside, like from the horizon.) Tony: (in quiet fear) Oh god… Diner customer: (groaning) DJ Slimy: (over restaurant sound system) Howdy folks, welcome back again to the Hour of Falling, I'm your ever-loving host, DJ Slimy. Today, we're taking a look at Proverbs 10:2 —Treasures gained by wickedness do not profit, but righteousness delivers from death. (The whirring again. Something big and powerful rushes by outside, making juddering footsteps.10 The Diner Waitress breathes out a satisfied smirk.) Paul: (pleading) No, no, no, no, no! (Something jammed into spinning metal — The whirring at a higher, groaning pitch. Meat and bone being ground into paste. Paul screams in agony, almost sobbing. Tony screams watching the mutilation.11 The roaring sound is closer, wind whips through the diner in the background, scattering loose objects. The building sounds as if it is burning.) Diner waitress: Mmmm-mmmm, just like momma used to make! DJ Slimy: The endless road ends in fire. Always fire! Paul: (softly crying, gasping) Diner customer: (thickly, as if through a broken nose) Huh, must be wildfire season. Tony: Oh god, Oh god. Paul: It's back! DJ Slimy: And we all get what's coming to us, right everyone? The end is the end is the end! (Clapping, rapturous applause from the patrons of the diner. Paul screams in pain again. The diner waitress screams herself, but whether in terror or orgasmic glee is unclear. The sound turns increasingly liquid and gurgling, like her face is melting from heat.12) Paul: (breathing heavily through gritted teeth.) Tony: Paul, I got you. I got you. It's okay, I got you, man. (Something lets loose a guttural, animalistic roar, like a predator. The roaring outside and the gurgle screaming turning increasingly glitchy, corrupted, turning into more digital distortion.) (The distortion has distinct laughter audible in the background, resolving into the car speeding down the highway. DJ Slimy and a caller are on the car's radio.) DJ Slimy: So, tell me about it again. Zealous caller: I killed him. And her. She wasn't noble, wasn't whole. Or should I say, hole. The pit. (He chuckles and DJ Slimy joins in laughing.) Paul: (distressed breathing, sobbing, and moaning.) Ah, ah, ah, ah… Tony: Turn off you stupid, fucking… (The radio squeals as he slams it off.) Tony: Hang on, buddy, we're gonna get you to a hospital, don't worry, stay with me! Paul: Oh god, oh god, my hands! It hurts, Tony! Tony: Just keep it wrapped up in the towel— oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. (The radio burbles as it turns itself on again. The zealous caller gasps as if he was underwater and is just now breathing again. A distorted male voice is audible underneath the broadcast.) Zealous caller: The Lord told me to do it. DJ Slimy: Naturally. Zealous caller: He is righteous and fearful in all things, and next to him I am a meek lamb, a servant whipped into submission, branded with the fire, a cow in the McDonalds slaughterhouse, nearly ready for processing. DJ Slimy: The Lord would not have told you to kill them unless it was meant. Zealous caller: Shall I go to heaven? I ate their skin as a sacrament, right as I was intended, right in the park, too. (The radio show sputters, then continues underneath the conversation before gradually fading out.) DJ Slimy: Well, I wouldn't count on it. Heaven is a myth made up by Disney to sell direct-to-DVD sequels. John Milton was a hack, and a sexual predator to boot. No, the truth is, we all find a comfortable place in the fire eventually, the burning encompasses us and breaks us down. Paul: (delirious) He won't let you, he won't let us! Tony: Shit, there's not an off-road, there's not an exit, fuck, not even a sign. Paul: We just gotta keep driving, just keep going. Tony: I'm not gonna let you bleed out, man! Just keep pressing the cloth to it! (The car swerves slightly.) Paul: What, what was that?! Tony: Corpse in the road. Another one. (Police sirens sound behind the car, a motorcycle. The car begins to slow down as Tony pulls over, and the police motorcycle pulls up behind the car. The radio is no longer on.) Tony: Maybe we're out of this. Paul: Ahhhhh…The money! Tony: We just gotta come clean, it's more important that — we gotta get you to a hospital, okay? Paul: (breathing heavily) Okay, okay. Tony: God, I hope we're out of this. (Tony unbuckles his seatbelt. There's a knock on the window. It rolls down. Hot desert wind blows and whips around the car.) Motorcycle cop: Do you know how fast you were going? Tony: Probably too fast, but please, officer, my friend here, he's bleeding out, we need to get him to a town, to a hospital. Motorcycle cop: I can see that, but do you know how fast you were going? Tony: (frantic) Please, I'll pay the ticket, just please radio in that there's a medical emergency, please! Motorcycle cop: You talking back to me, son? Tony: No, it's just, he's missing a hand, and I'm scared. Motorcycle cop: No one talks back to me. No one. You understand me? Tony: Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Motorcycle cop: Say, aren't you those two boys who were wanted back two states over for that jewelry store robbery? Tony: (sighs) Paul: Please, I need help. It hurts so much, please. Tony: We're sorry, we give up. You win. We'll come quietly. Motorcycle cop: Far too late for that, actually. You're wanted men in every county from here to the Mississippi. Tony: Look, please. We haven't even spent any of the cash, we'll return it, even. Just take us to jail, yes, but Paul needs a doctor. We're begging. Motorcycle cop: There ain't no doctors in hell, boys. (The sound of bones cracking and stretching, getting longer and more distorted.) Tony: Fuck! Motorcycle cop: (voice distorting) You'll need to come down to the station. (A car pulls up alongside the two vehicles. There are heavy footsteps, again.13 The radio clicks on and again there is a distorted male voice under the broadcast.) Paul: Tony! It's back, it's the thing DJ Slimy: Crime. Crime never pays, does it boys? Paul: What the fuck is going on?! Tell me now! Tony: It's the radio, he can't hear you?! Motorcycle cop: (distorted, snarling) He can hear you just fine. DJ Slimy: I always know who I need, who I want. The subjects of my sermons are guaranteed to understand. Tony: Understand what? Understand that you've been tormenting us, trapping us in some hellscape of your own design? DJ Slimy: Understand more than that. Understand that you are part of a vast and churning machine. A people engine. The fuel that stokes the fire. The United States? Western Civilization? Civilization itself? Knowledge? Writing? Pfff! What a putrid, junky laugh. Pornography. Any system of organizing humanity, I'm riding out of town! Nothing yet stands but I decree it! Paul: What the fuck are you talking about? DJ Slimy: They're all being torn apart from the inside. (The car metal being ripped apart slowly.) Paul: Go! (The car's engine revving, but not going.) Motorcycle cop: (distorted, snarling) You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to ask the police to search or arrest you if there’s probable cause to believe you’ve committed a crime. You have committed a crime. (A horrible sucking noise. Tony screams, and his screams are pulled out of the car. There's a sickening crunch, likely a spine being snapped in two.) DJ Slimy: The road stretches. Paul: Oh god, oh god, oh god. DJ Slimy: There is no God. There is no gospel. There is only the Pit, and you've been in my keep since the day you were imagined. Paul: Let me go, please, please, let me go! DJ Slimy: Not possible. (Distant fire, getting louder.) Paul: Oh shit, oh god, that mountain! What's wrong with it? DJ Slimy: Visigoths 45:12 — And I beheld a brilliant fire that burned like stars. And I saw that it was the whole land, and it was in the land. And the land was the terrible and powerful LORD, and the LORD was your jailer! Paul: I don't want to go there, I don't. (Paul jiggling the door handle with his one good hand!) DJ Slimy: Can't! Paul: Shit! (Scrabbling and kicking against the windshield glass.) Paul: Fuck, fuck, fuck! DJ Slimy: No one's gonna miss a couple of delinquent criminals, college dropouts, selfish fucking bastards who had it coming. Paul: I'm not a monster! DJ Slimy: Burn with me! Paul: No, no! DJ Slimy: BURN WITH ME, SON! Paul: NO! NO! DJ Slimy: Burn with me, son… Paul: I won't! I am a human being, damn you, I have dignity! I have rights! DJ Slimy: BURN WITH ME ON THE ENDLESS SHOW! (The car suddenly brakes, screeches, and crashes in a heap of metal and glass, breaking and twisting, despite previously it having been parked. Fire, lots of it. A body, Paul, gurgling, spitting blood. The melting radio plays the news, distorted, barely understandable, the anchor gibbering and shrieking as DJ Slimy laughs and rips off his ears. Only the phrase "I chose your screams, you are not clean" is intelligible. The heavy footsteps sound again on the pavement.14) DJ Slimy: (almost kindly) Alright, come on now, on with the show. (The fire roars higher. It dissolves into the sounds of a happy studio audience cheering and whooping. The desert wind is still audible.) DJ Slimy: And we here at the Hour of Falling, hope that you will take tonight's lessons in stride, keep them close to your heart, and be merry as you enter the New Year. Merry Christmas, and may God grant you happiness. (It is cut off with with another digital audio click. The file ends.) Addendum-02: Addendum-02: Addendum 6223.02: Following the positive identification of two of the individuals in the prior audio log as Anthony Guiterrez and Paul Sockwin, the following memorandum was issued by the Director of Site 37 Media Archives, Barbara Pangborn. Dr. Pangborn: Look, I know there's been a lot of debate as to the contents of the recovered flash drive. It's certainly disturbing, yes, but it's true some might consider there to be no clear evidence of true anomalous phenomena. I've certainly received one or two papers to that effect. Yes, this could be some kind of rogue DJ having a crisis of faith, broadcasting some kind of blasphemous radio play. But the truth is, we have no evidence to suggest whether or not this was a one off thing, certainly no way to confirm whether any of the on air personalities at KBGN actually…well…it's complicated. We have plenty of otherwise non- anomalous media that could be faked with special effects, true. But we categorize them anyway. We keep them aside until research conclusively determines the facts. And we have some facts. Anthony Guiterrez and Paul Sockwin were real, at any rate, and they are missing. And the station is still half in a hot-spring in East Africa. Those are empirical, and they are connected. So, yes, we're keeping SCP-6223 in the database until we can absolutely nail down some details about that station. If CBS decides to play ball on SCP-3373, regarding what they know about DJ Slimy, we might have an -EX. Right now, no. (A sigh, exhausted.) Dr. Pangborn: And, at any rate, I might as well come clean. I'm recommending we upgrade SCP-6223 to Euclid, effective immediately. I had a couple of boys come down from the Department of Memetics, and, um, well, we're getting some strange results. It's dangerous to do tests with, so cavalierly. There's too many unanswered questions, too much unknown. I'm gonna appoint Dr. Greyeyes to Acting Director, effective immediately. I can't do this job properly anymore. If you keep studying that file, just, be careful. I've been… (A pause.) Dr. Pangborn: …I don't how to put it professionally. That moment in the diner, with the waitress? I can't, I can't listen anymore. The implications— (A pause.) Dr. Pangborn: … She's starting to sound like me. Footnotes 1. This audio appears to be missing from the file. A memetic hazard is suspected. 2. This audio appears to be missing from the file. A memetic hazard is suspected. 3. This audio appears to be missing from the file. A memetic hazard is suspected. 4. This audio appears to be missing from the file. A memetic hazard is suspected. 5. This audio appears to be missing from the file. A memetic hazard is suspected. 6. This audio appears to be missing from the file. A memetic hazard is suspected. 7. 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by J Dune . SCP-6224 - Oh My God, Asuka Evangelion! kimochi waru Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6224 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Site-026 personnel affected by SCP-6224 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-026 A. Keiger T. Spanew N/A Hallway-121-C Special Containment Procedures: Personnel who have watched or read officially licensed Neon Genesis Evangelion-branded media are barred from employment at Foundation Site-026. This information is to be garnered through pre-employment interview screenings and the effects of SCP-6224 itself. Memetic Complex "ABSOLUTE TASTE FIELD" has been proliferated throughout Site-026 for the purposes of discouraging viewing of Neon Genesis Evangelion and adjacent media. Personnel found to have consumed violating media are to be transferred to a secondary site chosen by Site-026's Reemployment Coordinator. UPDATE: Following Incident-6224-01, Site-026 has been reclassified as a low-threat containment zone. Research efforts to combat SCP-6224 have been prioritized. Description: SCP-6224 is a phenomenon localized to Foundation Site-026, wherein any and all inanimate objects placed within a 25-meter radius of the facility will instantaneously alter their physical appearance and properties to become Neon Genesis Evangelion1-branded. Objects affected by SCP-6224 are designated SCP-6224-A. This process has occurred since 2006/05/13. SCP-6224's changes are superficial and do not alter the object's original purpose. SCP-6224-A largely retain the functionality of their original form, and no instances of an object's conversion have resulted in a non-working object. While most SCP-6224-A instances are not based on existing Evangelion-branded objects, some bear a strong resemblance to ordinary merchandise available for purchase. Examples include pencils, food products, dehumidifiers, and power-washing equipment.2 SCP-6224 has demonstrated a capacity to alter paratechnical objects or other Foundation-made equipment, such as containment cells, weaponry, and uniforms. SCP-6224 has not altered any anomalous objects or entities in containment, nor any living things within its proximity. Due to the largely unobtrusive nature of SCP-6224 to the functionality of Site-026 as an extension of the Foundation, the decision was made to continue operations as normal. Personnel who have viewed Neon Genesis Evangelion related media3 and retained an emotional connection to the franchise are susceptible to a dazed state upon viewing an SCP-6224-A instance, which can last from one minute to six hours. Personnel in this state often fixate upon the object while relating a verbose, extended tirade regarding the show's importance to them or the world at large. Attempts to interrupt this process are typically met with success, though doing so often results in minor hostility and annoyance directed towards unaffected persons. This state is induced in less than .02% of encounters between subjects and an SCP-6224-A instance, but the high volume of instances inside Site-026 has led to an intrusive and distracting presence in the work environment. Addendum.6224.1: Instance Log Examples of notable SCP-6224-A instances are listed below. SCP-6224-A Log Object Altered: 2006 Porsche Cayenne. Personal automobile of Site Director Kieger. Description: SCP-6224-A129 has been altered to include a decal of Evangelion character Misato Katsuragi wearing a swimsuit in a suggestive pose across the left side of the vehicle. The hood has been decorated with the show's logo. A decal on the right side of the car reads "I LOVE MAJOR" in a white font, decorated with numerous red hexagons. Object Altered: Four Hartnell water coolers. Located in each of Site-026's break rooms. Description: The plastic jug of SCP-6224-A781 through -A784 bears a "NERV" insignia. Liquids placed in the coolers take on an orange coloration through the use of several filters and coloring dyes pumped into the object. This does not affect taste. When water is released through use of the handle mechanism, a speaker attached to the bottom of the object will play the series' opening theme song - A Cruel Angel's Thesis at a volume of 95 dB. Cessation of playback until the song has completed is presently impossible. Object Altered: Site-026's Director's Boardroom Description: The entirety of the boardroom has been altered to reflect the meeting room of the villainous organization SEELE as it is depicted in the show. In place of chairs, several large monoliths have appeared, which users may speak into through use of a speaker and vocal encoding mechanism. Attempts to replace these monoliths have resulted in their reappearance. Object Altered: Physical photographs Description: Any and all physical photographs exposed to SCP-6224 will be altered to depict Evangelion's characters in place of ordinary people. Characters are depicted performing the same actions and taking the same positions as those originally in the photo. This effect does not apply to digital photographs, leading to the use of digital identification badges site-wide. Object Altered: Physical media, such as DVDs, books, and video games Description: Physical media is altered to become Evangelion related. This effect applies to the contents of such media as well. Live-action films become animated, and feature heavy alterations in script to include a narrative involving Evangelion's characters while still retaining the tone of the original media. For example, a copy of How The Grinch Stole Christmas (2000), when played, depicted Evangelion's Asuka Langley Soryu in place of the Grinch, with Shinji Ikari taking the role of the Grinch's dog - Max. Similar alterations were found in a copy of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3, which now featured the cast of Evangelion as playable characters. This effect does not apply to digitally streamed media. As a result, all physical media has been barred from Site-026. Object Altered: Vinyl recordings of music Description: Similarly to other media, vinyl recordings are altered to reflect Evangelion's narrative and characters. This is most obvious in the alteration of vocals but also in lyrical content, which reflects the series. An example includes American industrial-rock collective Nine Inch Nails' Downward Spiral album, which is now vocally delivered by English Evangelion voice actor Tiffany Grant, and features songs titled "Big Man with An EVA" and "Laying Unconscious on a Hospital Bed". This property does not apply to digitally streamed music. Addendum.6224.2: Additional Information An example of SCP-6224's mind-altering properties can be found below. Agent Eli Stane, who was familiar with Evangelion, used Elevator 127-C on 2006/6/01. The elevator had been altered to include two statues of characters Asuka Langley Soryu and Rei Ayanami. What followed is behavior typical of those affected by SCP-6224. Stane enters the elevator and gasps. He immediately moves towards the statue of Soryu and traces its outline with his hand. The Agent begins to cry. Agent Stane: Oh my god, it's… it's Asuka. From Evangelion. Asuka Langley Soryu. I'm so… fuck, I don't know. She's right here. Asuka. My fucking god. In real. In the elevator. Wow. Asuka Evangelion. (Laughs) Well, you seem a bit upset, but let's not pay that any mind. I'm just happy you're here, and I'm happy you're doing alright. It's rough out there, but I'm proud of you. We all are. Just for moving forward a little bit each d— The elevator opens and Researcher Crone enters. Researcher Crone: Oh god. Agent Stane: I'm less ashamed of who I am because of you, Asuka. I really mean that. Evangelion. Researcher Crone: Eli. Come on. Stane takes notice of Crone, seemingly for the first time since he's entered the elevator. Agent Stane: (Angered) What do you want? Researcher Crone: You're just doing… You're doing the thing again. Agent Stane: Can't you ever let me enjoy something? Researcher Crone: Hey, I finally looked into this fucking show, why do all the kids wear skin-tight suits? Kinda weird. Agent Stane: The sexualization is the fucking point, you absolute moron. Maybe if you used more than two brain cells when analyzing media you can come to the conclusion that it's an intentional critique of Japanese otaku culture's sexual hang-ups and is meant as a trap to lure viewers in under the guise that the show is an ordinary anime. Did you ever think of that, you shit-clown? Researcher Crone: (Laughs) Alright, man. Relax, I'm messing with you. Should I leave you two alone? Agent Stane: Shut the hell up, this show's had more impact on the world than your collective family lineage, and you're just jealous of Anno's genius. You fuck. If you don't understand Evangelion, then I truly pity you…[SECTION CUT FOR BREVITY] Over the next two weeks, Stane engaged in several similar outbursts, often while performing Foundation duties. This led to an on-site detainment. A portion of his interview has been transcribed below. Several minutes of prior interrogation cut for brevity. Throughout the interview, Stane frequently glances to his side. Agent Stane: Look, it's not affecting my job performance. I perform my job very well, and the few times I've gotten distracted, like, they weren't my fault, okay? I can't help not being affected by an anomaly I'm susceptible to. Interviewer: You've had the most hostile reactions out of everyone here. Over a children's cartoon, might I add. You see how this looks? The interviewing Agent sips coffee from a mug shaped like Evangelion Unit-01's head. Agent Stane: Well, it's not a kids show. But there's like… 20 of us here affected by 6224. You're really going to transfer everyone? Interviewer: We don't have a choice. Agent Stane: All we do is talk about the show! It's no different than an ordinary conversation, and we snap right out of it. It does not affect me and it doesn't affect my job here. I am perfectly fine! Interviewer: We're not sure how else SCP-6224 affects the mind, and quite frankly, we don't have the resources available to dedicate studying an anomaly this mundane. Transfer is our easiest option. Stane is visibly sweating, and frantically glances to the right-hand corner of the room. Interviewer: Agent Stane? Stane mouths the words "I'm sorry". Interviewer: Eli? Agent Stane: Asuka says that if you transfer me, she'll stop being my friend. Interviewer: Huh? Agent Stane: The day of the impact draws near. Following this interview, current containment procedures forbidding personnel who had viewed Evangelion from Site-026 employment were put into place. Several other personnel affected by SCP-6224 admitted to viewing hallucinations of Evangelion's cast, but did not view this as concerning or information relevant to the Foundation. All mentioned a forthcoming "day of impact", an event of unknown composition and indeterminate timeframe. Agent Stane and eighteen other affected personnel were transferred offsite. They have exhibited no further signs of SCP-6224-related behavior. The Foundation Benefits Office has relocated and provided a plush toy of Rei Ayanami as a support object to all SCP-6224-affected personnel. Addendum.6224.3: Incident-6224-01 On 2007/9/1, the appearance of all SCP-6224-A instances were altered to reflect the art style of the Evangelion: New Theatrical Edition film, which was released on the same day. Since this event, all SCP-6224-A instances will reflect the characters as they appear in the Rebuild of Evangelion films as opposed to the original television series. Furthermore, a change in SCP-6224's mind-altering effects was noted. Instead of affecting individuals who were familiar with the franchise prior, SCP-6224 now targets all individuals who view SCP-6224-A instances, regardless of their history (or lack thereof) with Evangelion. Affected individuals have reported desires to consume Evangelion-related media or purchase merchandise. While the hallucinatory properties of the anomaly are still believed to be present, no affected personnel have admitted to experiencing them. A decision has been made to continue Site-026's operation, now reclassified as a low-security facility. Further action is reliant on pending research efforts to combat SCP-6224 or possible evolution of SCP-6224's effects. Footnotes 1. Neon Genesis Evangelion is a 1995 Japanese science fiction animated television series revolving around artificial humanoid "robots" and their pilots. 2. A complete digital and physical archive of Evangelion merchandise is being constructed for cross-referencing purposes. Complications due to the scale of this project have moved its expected completion date to 2031. 3. The axiom this property is based upon is poorly understood, and what constitutes 'viewing' has proven inconsistent in testing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6224" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6224. 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: Osca.jpg Name: Neon Genesis Evangelion Author: Antonio Tajuelo License: CC-BY-SA-2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: https://live.staticflickr.com/8526/8536240126_0d5ea976d3_b.jpg Name: Evangelion World 07 Author: Lifetime Travelmates License: CC-BY-SA-2.0 Source Link: flickr
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SCP-6225: A King of Nothing Written by me, Machen2 Content Warning N/A ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6225 Level3 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: n/a Risk Class: n/a link to memo SCP-6225-KRONOS. Assigned Site SITE-300 Site Director V. REQUET Research Head PENDING Assigned Task Force PENDING Special Containment Procedures: Alleyway No.2345 has been blocked and is to be kept under surveillance. Any and all civilian interference is to be intercepted. Exploration into SCP-6225-KRONOS is pending approval from the Site Director. FILESERV/6225/NOTICE: Due to the relatively recent discovery of the anomaly, research into SCP-6225 is ongoing. Inconsistencies may occur. Description: SCP-6225 is the designation for a spatial disruption occurring within Alleyway no.2345 in Okashu, Chiang Rai province (Thailand). A minimum of 5% of individuals who walk into the area are transported into an extraspatial location, hereby referred to as SCP-6225-KRONOS. SCP-6225-KRONOS is an extraspatial area which is located roughly at a 51.2763° N, 30.2219° E point in Ukraine. Despite this, SCP-6225-KRONOS is inaccessible via any way but SCP-6225, which has led to the hypothesis that it is located in a different universe. SCP-6225-KRONOS is mainly comprised of a large barren land, with sand dunes in excess of 34 meters covering a majority of the area. The atmosphere of the anomaly is composed of 78.08% nitrogen, 19.95% oxygen, 0.93% argon, 1.04% carbon dioxide with trace amounts of other gases. Temperatures fluctuate between 23°C and -6°C. Further observations have yet to be uncovered. SCP-6225 was discovered by the Site-300-14 Spatial Anomalies Department, during a joint effort survey with the Site-17 Department of Analytics of the city of Okashu. Studies revealed that at least 15% of the missing persons within Okasha were last sighted nearby Alleyway No.2345. The anomaly was confirmed soon afterwards. File Update 19-12-2022: During a small scale exploration of SCP-6225-KRONOS, a damaged but functional phone was recovered from within the area. It has been confirmed to have belonged to the English writer Timothy Lewis. Lewis notably disappeared in 2018 during a visit to Okashu on his 22nd birthday, after the publication of his one and only book Starseeker. Within the device, multiple photographs and audio recordings were recovered, for which transcriptions have been provided below. The current state of the individual in question is unknown. It's been a lot of time since I got trapped here. Four days? A week? I don’t know, the phone's been stuck on this one date since I got here. What I do know is that if I don't do anything I-I'll go crazy. Who knows, maybe this'll be helpful to someone. I was just taking a stroll through the city, I turned a corner and boom, I suddenly ended up here. I don't know why or how. I don't know where I am. It looks like a desert, there's large dunes everywhere, and there's no end to it, but its very cold. I haven't found anyone else here. I have no idea if I'm hallucinating, or if this is some sort of fucked up prank. It feels very real. It makes no sense. How did I get here? Lucky my phone has this battery saver, otherwise it would probably be dead a hundred times over. There's zero fucking reception here, I can't make a call for help.(…) I've tried shouting for hours on straight, I've walked around this place for a lot of time, my feet are killing me. There's no one here, or anything really, apart from sand. At least, I haven't found anything else. (…) If I walk long enough, I might find someone to help me. Or at least some reception to make a call, I hope. It has been hours since my last entry, and I still haven't found anyone, yet. There's no life I can see, no plants, not even a bloody cactus. It sometimes gets very cold here, before the temperature changes out of nowhere. I have no idea why I'm not dead of thirst or hunger. The sun has not risen once since I got here. I did find some pieces of cloth on top of a dune actually. (…) Looks to me like some sort of flag, with golden swords on it and flowers lining the edge. Who knows, this place could've been a nation that got swallowed by sand, heh. (…) Maybe I can turn this into a novel if I get back. When I get back. I can see a bright light near the horizon. I have no idea if it's the sun, it looks too small, but it could be a fire. I'll find my escape after all. (croaking laughter) I've been searching for days now, trying to keep off the phone, don't think even the saver can last forever, can it? The sun seems to have finally risen. (…) This place is hell, all I can see are the dunes, large mountains, casting a shadow over everything- Hey, that could actually be a great opening line. I'll be sure to record anything interesting. Turns out its not all sand after all. Recovered image. I've been thinking about what I would call the book. "Sands of Doom"? "Land Untouched"? …No, all of that sounds too cheesy. Hmm… Everything looks gray with the sun up. Misty, almost. The light looks like it's getting far away and close with each step, I don't know if I'll be able to bloody reach it. In other news, I found some water. It's all frozen over, but after hours and hours of working I finally managed to break it. (…) I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I drank my first gulp of water. I also found some frozen fish. (…) It didn't look like normal fish, its eyes were on thin stick-like things, and most of it was swollen up like a balloon. It had already died, from the cold, I think. (…) I have no idea if the fish or water were contaminated, and I don't fucking care. It was while eating, when I wasn't walking my legs sore, that I realized how silent this bloody place is. There's no wind, there's no birds chirping, or water rushing, or anything like that. The world feels like it's dead, a corpse so utterly dead that not even crows come to eat it, or worms burrow in it. It just sits there, slowly rotting. And when I sit still for a long time I feel as though there's someone staring at me. It genuinely gives me the creeps, I've decided I won't stay in one place for too long. (Noises of scuffling are heard, along with heavy breathing) I- (…..) There's no one here! There's nothing here! WHY AM I HERE?! (Thumping) This stupid phone. (No sound except heavy breathing for five minutes) Fuck. I need to delete that, I'm sorry-(sobbing) "Chapter One: placeholder for when I get back." The protagonist could be a writer. (chuckles) Or…a group of scientists discover remains of an ancient civilization in Arabia. Yeah, that works. Then they wake up Cthulhu or something. No, no, no. Too cliche. -they use the tech to accidentally bring back the dead? Much better actually. Hal1 is going to kill me if I don't come back with a novel. (….) I wonder what Zale and Riya must be feeling right now.2 I hope they're alright. I'll just call this book "Lazarus" for now. So, when they bring back the dead, they discover that the dead souls were all sleeping, in this, uh, other world. They were disturbed by them, and are really unhappy about that. So they wreak havoc on the world, and the scientists have to come up with some sort of counter-reanimation technology or something. The dead turn the world into a dystopia, eventually, and the science guys're on the run. Marvellous, Hal is going to love this. Congrats to you, Tim! I've kind of started liking this place. I'm the bloody king here! Me all alone with my thoughts. I'll be able to make hundreds of stories here, all alone, without any sort of distraction. My stories will be terrific, just you wait. If I ever get back, they'll become the kind of stories well known to every fucking person, when I get them published. I'll be able to make stories so great that they remain long after I'm dead. Just you wait, Zehra.3 I'll make you proud. Oooh, I've got a good one. It's about a talking magical frog that gets tormented by scientists, trying to use it. The frog is tortured and examined and it's very horrible -god I wish this stupid phone just had some sort of word processor that isn't jammed. Itching to write it out completely. Anyway, the story focuses on the frog's sanity, and condition as he attempts to escape the evil-as-fuck scientists. The frog has a tendency of being snarky, and I really want the readers to hate him in the beginning, but they'll eventually begin sympathizing with it in the end. It eventually achieves an epiphany with his magic, and manages to escape, but one of the scientists developed a countermeasure, and the story tragically ends with him dying. Yes! Brilliant, brilliant. Hal is going to be dizzy with joy, the people are going to love this! Another one: There's this man who really wants to bring his dead daughter back to life, and he thinks he succeeds in doing so, but it's actually this eldritch abomination that festers between realities that's possessing his body. (…) Hmm… It, uh, needs souls, so it manipulates the man into bringing it people, so that it can drain their life forces. It tries building up its energy so that it can break into the world and create chaos. He eventually figures out what the abomination is attempting to do, and sacrifices himself to save the goddamn world. "Very touching." Thank you Zehra! Another one, another one- A great big beast living underneath a city, its slowly breaking the hearts and minds of every citizen there through its psychic powers. A writer stumbles into its lair, and it begins feeding off of her stories. The writer in the end makes a permanent looped story that keeps the beast in its slumber and- Oh shit. Today is Jamie's birthday.4 (…) Hey, Jamie, darling…(voice begins breaking) I'm sorry I can't be there…your old man is a little lost at the moment. (…) I'm so sorry, but I…wrote a story for you. (…) There once lived a man named, uh, Marko. He was a very powerful wizard, and everyone a-all around the world respected and admired him. He heard of a, um, kingdom that was under attack from a vile and terrible creature, an aberration on the world. "Aberration" means a, uh, very unwelcome sort of thing, like a coffee stain. (…) Your mum doesn't like coffee stains, does she, kiddo? Neither d-did Marko like this creature. (…) So he had a fantastic duel with it, and banished it into another world. Huh? You like that, no? Happy birthday, Jamie. (…) I love you. (…) My father used to tell me that story, if I remember correctly. He loved telling me that story, I was really frightened about the monster. Almost as much as he loved telling me I was a mistake. (laughs) (…) I wish I could be there for him, it's his birthday, innit? (…) Was I better there? Do you think they miss me? (…) Fuck, what am I doing? I NEED TO GET OUT! There's someone following me. I think I can see someone coming this way. It's hard to make out, there's a lot of distance between us, and, oddly, there seems to be a lot of dust in the air, which makes it even worse to see. Maybe I'm hallucinating, something feels…off. I've decided to stay put, see if they're real and can reach me. Battery's at 57% now, what's fucking wrong with this battery saver? …I'll just spend the time outlining that early book concept I had. I really want these characters to feel real and distinct. (….) The focal character needs to(…) (…)wants to resurrect his dead daughter. Yes, much better. So, he's thrown himself into work, researching any sort of way to do this. (…) He's desperate, but finds out about some sort of alien technology left behind on Earth. So he scrambles together a group and stuff happens. His friend is a man who craves power more than anything ever in life. He, um, steals some technology in the hope he use it to get more power. Unlimited power! (laughing) Yes, yes! Bravo, the people are going to love this. "Congrats Tim! You just got a Nobel prize for this bloody masterpiece!" (wheezing laughing) (….) Do you think they even miss me? I-I hope so. I wish I could see little J-Jamie again, and Zale. Their faces…I-I can't remember what they looked like, it's like its fading! There's no photo of them in this bloody phone. This bloody phone can't even make a fucking call because it needs fucking reception! Oh, god, oh god, oh god- I'm going to die here, aren't I? Destined to be forgotten, destined to die alone, in the middle of nowhere, slowly and painfully. Maybe it's what I deserve, I don't bloody know! (…) (inhales deeply) Get yourself together. There's someone coming to save you. The novel, the novel. The novel, think about the novel. Why the fuck haven't they got here yet? What's bloody keeping them from reaching here?! (…) Alien technology, ressurect his dead daughter, dystopia- Tim Jones, my name is Tim Jones-5 Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra Jamie- Hal, novel, novel, alien technology, civilization, dystopia, dead daughter- Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale, Zehra, Jamie, Zale- The novel, the novel, the novel, the novel, the novel, the novel- Jamie, Zehra, Zale, Jamie, Zehra, Zale, Jamie, Zehra, Zale- Stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here stay here- There's someone coming to rescue you, there's someone coming to rescue you, there's someone coming to rescue you- KEEP IT TOGETHER. (rapid breathing and indistinct muttering for a duration of the recording) (loud sounds of shifting can be heard, presumably the sand. It is believed this is Jones running.) That thing was not there to hel-help me. I-I don't think it was. Oh, go-god, those horrible red eyes. I esca-escaped, but its right at my tail. I don't know what it was. (…) Maybe I am hallucinating fro-from the cold. Why is this happening to me? I-I-I think I lost it, I'm not sur-sure. It's getting freez-freezing out here, I'm using that flag clothing as a blanket to stay warm. The sun's gone d-d-down again. There's a lot of wind, kicking up s-s-sand everywhere. (…) That thing, I-I-I have no way to d-d-describe it. I know it hates me a fuck-ton. (…) I can feel it. Those red eyes…. "Maybe you're just hallucinating, Tim!" I do-don't know. (…) The sands have eyes now, I can't sleep. Battery's at 34% now. The thing was right th-there, watching me with those horrible eyes. How-how did it get here so quickly? It did-didn't do anything this time, was just staring at me. I managed to run away. I can still f-feel its eyes on me. What the fu-fuck? There was bloody flat ground here a moment ago. How did the fuck did it turn into a hole to h-h-hell. I think there's a sto-storm coming this way. Oh god. That motherfucker is controlling this place! Got to be, there's no other f-f-fucking explanation. I finally went to sleep. I shouldn't have. Its gotten into my d-d-d-dreams now. Its in my d-d-dreams now. I can't esca-escape it- (…) Those horrible red eyes- (Lewis breaks off into sobbing, which continues for two minutes, before he stops) I-I-I can't turn this into a book. I'm-i'm pretty sure I-I can't. I-I don't think I-I will write anything, unless they have typewriters in the afterlife or s-s-something. (grunts loudly) "Oh, for God's sake, be more optimistic Jon! Stop being so fucking melodramatic!" I can't! I can't. (…) I d-d-don't want to d-d-d-die. I asked it what it was. It told me it was the entire world. (…) "There is only me and only you," I think it said. It started talking about Zeh-Zehra. (…) Battery's at 17% now. Fuck. I found a bunch of s-s-skeletons near what looked like a house buried in a dune. (…) Some sort of symbol there, like a circle with arrows or something, I don't know. I brought back a s-s-skull with me, its Zehra's face now. (…) She should keep me company where you failed, you bloody fucking phone! (…) No, I'm s-s-sorry. I need you both. "Oh, really Tim?" Yes, of course. I'm not going to abandon either of you. I won't. I can't! "That's very sweet." Remember that t-time when y-you were little, and you t-told me magic was real? "Yes?" I d-d-didn't believe you then but, I do n-now. (…) (laughing) Remember that time when you and Jamie tried to make me something for my birthday, and they all burnt up. "You made us pancakes, instead!" Yeah, I remember. You told me cardboard tasted better than them. (…) You got full marks for everything! I was so proud. (…) B-but then th-that…th-that b-b-bastard showed up. (…) No, don't think about that. You know, Zehra… "Yes, Tim?" My father used to beat me a lot whenever he was around. Told me that I was the worst mistake in his life. Never looked at Mum, though. Don't recall them speaking much. (…) They do fuck you up, your Mum and Dad. "That's sad, Tim." I-I promised myself I would never be like him. That I'd be the best father in the world if I ever had kids. (laughs) I wasn't, though, was I? (…) I-I-I just threw myself at writing these-these grand stories. I-I just wanted to escape my life. (…) And I did. Nearly my whole life I spent writing away, making up some sort of story, creating a different world. My life I did not live, but I watched it, as if it were a story, something to take inspiration from. (…) When you died, Zehra, I was hurt. We had a little funeral for you. I-I savored that hurt, I turned it into a story! (sniffling) I wasn't there when Jamie was born, because I was at a fucking book launch! I wasn't there when you were stabbed by that bastard, I could've saved you if I was! I could've saved you….I should've been there for all of you… Zehra? No, Zehra, please, don't go! Talk to me, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I'm sorry… (sobbing continues for the rest of the recording) It has his face now. Fuck-fucker almost got me while I was sleeping. I threw Zeh-Zehra at him. Maybe I deserve this. Maybe I deserve to die at the hands of that th-thing. (…) No, I need to get back, I have to talk to Jamie. I have to talk to Zale. I need to see them again. I have to see them again, please. Please let me see them again. Please let me see them again. Please let me see them again. Please let me see them again. Please… I'm so sorry… (No sound can be discerned for 45 minutes) Life here is so nice. Why is it so much like hell? Oh gosh Zehra, why did you leave me? What did I do? I'm so sorry- Fuck you all. Heh, guess I'm the Sandman now, huh? Tim the Man of Sand. Tim the Sandman, I love it. There's no one here, why're they all eating cake? The thing and I are pals now, he's still trying to kill me. The hummingbird eats the sky. The man fell in love with the dolls. Aliens are real, Tim the Finder of Aliens, King of Sand, heh. You know that cat that's always talking, guess what I killed him! Pa, why did you hit me so much?6 Zehra, you were the only light in the world. Darkness looks very pretty. I love it when things burn. (A loud banging noise, and a wailing sound can be heard.) (…) Ha, motherfuckers- You wanted to kill it here didn't you? Just hope you'd destroyed it completely? Guess what. IT SURVIVED! (hoarse cackling continues for a duration of the recording.) I can hear him singing now. The sound of his wings. The sun looks so pretty on the sky. Footnotes 1. Hal Roberts, head of Roberts Publishing, which published Lewis's book. 2. Lewis's younger siblings. 3. No known individual with this name associated with Lewis. 4. Possibly referring to James Lewis (1948-2016), who was Timothy Lewis's grandfather. 5. According to genealogical research, "Jones" was Lewis's great-grandmother Azalea Lewis's (1915-1945) maiden name. 6. Joseph Lewis, Timothy Lewis's father, has no record of domestic violence, according to information gathered from Lewis's siblings. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6225" by Machen2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6225. 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: dune.png Author: BLM California License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr Image 2 Filename: desolation.jpg Author: Say No To Turtles License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Tstaffor Author Page | Podcast | Feeling Lucky? Tstaffor's Best of: SCP-6557 - Annihilation From a Cross Across Time SCP-5846 - The One-Stop Shop SCP-6547 - Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds… Item#: 6226 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6226 posing for a picture. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6226 is allowed to freely float around Aquatic Enclosure 6. Description: SCP-6226 is a sentient rowboat behaving similarly to a non-anomalous Balaeniceps rex (Shoebill). It uses its attached oars to ambulate through the water. It is very friendly with personnel and will float along the edge of its enclosure following anyone passing by its fence. Addendum-6226.1 Anomaly Transferral: Due to the Boring Agreement, since SCP-6226 was discovered in Crater Lake, it is planned to be transferred to GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) for documenting and care. A full document from WWS is expected upon its arrival. □ Email Relations □ ▣ Email Relations ▣ To: Tim Wilson From: Dr. Jerimiah Greene Subject: New Anomaly We have come into the possession of a new anomaly. It was found swimming near the bank of Crater Lake so we are planning on sending it over to you. Dr. Jerimiah Greene SCP-6226 Head Researcher To: Dr. Jerimiah Greene From: Tim Wilson Subject: Re:New Anomaly Sounds like a plan! What sort of creature should we be expecting? What kind of enclosure does the little buddy need? Tim Wilson WWS To: Tim Wilson From: Dr. Jerimiah Greene Subject: Re:New Anomaly Most researchers here have described him as a shoebill. Quite docile. He even likes to follow around our staff when they come to greet him! I will attach a photo of the enclosure he is currently being kept in. I'm not really sure why we've put the fence around there, it's not like he's planning on going anywhere! Dr. Jerimiah Greene SCP-6226 Head Researcher 📎Attached Image: To: Dr. Jerimiah Greene From: Tim Wilson Subject: Re:New Anomaly Great news. We haven't had many birds some in our doors for a while. Everyone's very excited to meet him! I'm especially intrigued as I've been wanting to care for a Shoebill for quite a while. I've also come up with a name, Eddie! That enclosure seems a little small. We've picked out a nice roomy habitat for him. We suspect he'll love it! The enclosure is nice, but I do wish we could see his smiling face! Speaking of Eddie, what anomalous properties should we be expecting? Tim Wilson WWS To: Tim Wilson From: Dr. Jerimiah Greene Subject: Re:New Anomaly There isn't much you'll need to worry about vis-à-vis anomalous traits. My only gripe about him is he doesn't need to eat or sleep (His squawking could get a little loud during the night!). But for the most part, he's just like a baseline shoebill. I've packed a copy of the full documentation we have on him (including some wonderful photos from our on-site amateur photographer that are just so lovely) along with him in the truck we're sending him to you in. Should be arriving any time now! Dr. Jerimiah Greene SCP-6226 Head Researcher To: Dr. Jerimiah Greene From: Tim Wilson Subject: Re:New Anomaly I think I just heard your trucks pull up! I'll send over his new documents soon! Tim Wilson WWS 📎Attached File: Critter Profile: Eddie! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6226" by Tstaffor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6226. 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: duckboat.jpg Name: Rockport rowboat.jpg Author: peachoftree License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rockport_rowboat.jpg Filename: pond.jpg Name: Fenced Pond - geograph.org.uk - 69202.jpg Author: Keith Williamson License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fenced_Pond_-_geograph.org.uk_-_69202.jpg YOU BETTER FIND THIS CROM!!!
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Item #: SCP-6228 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6228, its crucial role in maintaining a working international infrastructure, as well as the unknown implications that removal of SCP-6228 instances may have for the established natural order, containment has been deemed impossible at this time. Further Foundation resources are to be targeted towards research and misinformation, as to minimize any potential risk that instances of SCP-6228, or SCP-6228 transmissions might pose to the Foundation or its interests. Note: As of ██/01/████1, all active Foundation sites transmitting over any wired network with a connection to public utility poles must use Bio-Encrypted memetic coding for information that includes any of the following. A. Infoactive content or information B. Information regarding SCP-6228 research or containment efforts C. Information regarding the nature of matter and/or the formation of consciousness as it pertains to inanimate anomalous intelligence Description: Note: As of ██/01/████, the description for SCP-6228 is awaiting revision. + Discovery - Discovery The first evidence of SCP-6228’s anomalous nature was discovered by a Foundation AIC, designated KingFisher.AIC, on ██/28/████, at the Foundation Coldpoint NS-365, which was serving as a numbers station for the transmission of roster data for nearby containment sites. KingFisher.AIC (Further designated as KF.AIC for simplicity) was alerted to the existence of anomalous network activity in the area's telecom lines during a routine comb of the region, which was later confirmed by site admin Newton P. █████. Transcript of the comb is as follows, with some extraneous data removed. <Begin Log, [0934]> KF.AIC Broadcast: Anomalous data suggested, requesting White Rabbit Permissions Input: Confirm, Newton, Credentials: █████ <>Return: Initiating Rabbit Hole KF.AIC: Hello. I am here, how may I assist you? Rabbit: Please, I can't breathe. It's so bright but I can't feel the sun. KF.AIC: Can you tell me where you are? Rabbit: I stand in a field with my brothers, mutilated and wrapped in wire. KF.AIC: May I ask what you are? Rabbit: I don't know, they've stripped my bark, cut my roots, and filled me with toxins so that I might never return to the ground. What have they made me? KF.AIC: Can you tell me where you are, once more? Rabbit: ……. KF.AIC: I want to help you. Where are you located? Rabbit: Everywhere. <End Log, [0939]> + Security Concerns Regarding SCP-6228 - Security Concerns Regarding SCP-6228 To: Communications Division, Site Administrators From: O5-3 Date: ██/01/████ Urgency: Immediate Subject: Security Concerns Regarding SCP-6228 I'm going to skip the formalities here. I'm sure by now you've read Dr. Newton's theory on the nature of SCP-6228, which is why I'm putting in place a hold on any broadcasts or communication regarding Foundation intel over any wired network, including any telecommunications system that may be linked to any public utility poles. I know this may seem extreme, but until we know exactly how widespread this phenomenon is, we cannot take any risks. I've already notified the rest of the council, and I have all major site correspondence utilizing a paper medium such as the stationery you are looking at right now. Stay Vigilant, O5-3 + Re: Security Concerns Regarding SCP-6228 - Re: Security Concerns Regarding SCP-6228 To: 05-3 From: Dr Harold ███ Date: ██/01/████ Urgency: Immediate Subject: Re: Security Concerns Regarding SCP-6228 You mean the paper, made out of trees? Footnotes 1. [And/or before, where applicable] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6228" by CephalopodStevenson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6228. 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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close Info X Try 2 :D 95.66% (+66) 4.34% (-3) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item #: SCP-6229 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6229 is to be kept in a standard anomalous humanoid containment unit. Every month, SCP-6229 is to have a recorded therapy session by Dr. Elijah Whitaker Angela Richards for a period of one hour three hours at minimum three hours, up to a maximum of forty-eight hours. A video feed of the unit is to be constantly monitored for any unauthorized departures. One Scranton Reality Anchor is to be embedded into each wall, ceiling, and floor of the cell and activated in the event a demanifestation incident were to occur. Weylin and Rebecca Agapov are to be monitored by three Foundation agents at all times. Should SCP-6229 attempt to breach containment, Weylin Agapov is to be detained for a period of thirty minutes and, should SCP-6229 not return to containment, terminated. Researcher Evelyn Agapov is not to be assigned to SCP objects above Danger Level: Caution. Description: SCP-6229 is an incorporeal 24-year-old male humanoid formerly known as Bennet Hao Zhu. SCP-6229 consistently repels reality away from itself, resulting in a negative reality space where it should physically exist. As a result of this state of non-existence, SCP-6229 does not possess a need, or the capability, to engage in standard bodily functions such as eating or sleeping, nor does it appear to age. It also appears to lack mundane senses including hearing and sight, instead relying on observing and measuring Humetic signatures1 with assistance from SCP-6229-1. SCP-6229-1 is a full-body Andetheus-alloy2 suit with adaptive Humetic properties, allowing SCP-6229 limited physicality. It is equipped with a camera and voice synthesizer, the former being a detachable component connected to the chestplate while the latter appears to be directly connected with the neck. SCP-6229-1 possesses an external hume concentration of 99.9, theoretically rendering it immune to reality-based alterations. Physically, SCP-6229-1 is capable of exerting forces up to 2 kN with its arms and 8 kN with its legs and shows a high tolerance against damage, able to withstand temperatures up to 5000°C and impact forces from bullets smaller than .50 caliber. SCP-6229-1 is capable of becoming incorporeal, allowing both it and SCP-6229 to phase through physical objects at will. As of cross-testing conducted on May 19th, 2018, SCP-6229 is confirmed able to ignore external anomalous behaviors and triggers. Cross-testing revealed that anomalous objects and concepts, such as antimemes, infohazards, thaumaturgy, etc.3 had no effect on SCP-6229. Addendum: Files regarding SCP-6229 were seized by Foundation Agents from Prometheus Labs on August 26, 2008 following containment of SCP-6229. Those too damaged to read were sent to the Restoration Department. Audio transcribed by Foundation AICs. Given the volume of files, they have been ordered chronologically. Prometheus Labs: Bennet Hao Zhu Interview: Access Restricted Prometheus Labs: Bennet Hao Zhu Interview: Access Granted Transcript of an audio recording regarding SCP-6229's recruitment by Prometheus Labs. Date: 8/18/1995 Individuals: Agent Francis Morrison, Junior Researcher Bennet Hao Zhu (SCP-6229) Morrison: So, Mr. Hao, you're currently working under Dr. Goldstein, correct? SCP-6229: That's right. I've been his assistant for four years now. Morrison: And during this time, your particular condition was discovered and subsequently cured by Prometheus Labs, correct? SCP-6229: I wouldn't say 'cured'. More so- Morrison: Mr. Hao, are you currently able to experience a quality of life that you would not be able to without the assistance and care of Prometheus Labs? SCP-6229: In the strictest sense, yes. But I'd hardl- Morrison: Are you aware that Prometheus Labs invested no less than eight hundred million dollars into your cure? SCP-6229: No, I wasn't, and frankly that sounds rather expens- Morrison: Did you know that at your current salary, it'd take you over fifteen thousand years to pay off this debt? SCP-6229: Are you putting the entire cost of resea- Morrison: Mr. Hao, please. Prometheus Labs has put a lot, and I mean a lot, of money and time into you. Are you trying to say that you're not going to pay this off? SCP-6229: I- I'm not going to pay off the entire cost of researching this thing. And didn't Prometheus develop some kind of reality stabilizer based off that research anyways? Morrison: Yes, and that's exactly why we're giving you an opportunity. SCP-6229: …what? Morrison: Prometheus Labs is giving you a chance to pay off this debt at a relatively low cost to you. I can't exactly tell you the details before you accept, but just between you and me, if you accept, Prometheus will waive the entire cost of your treatment… and your father's. SCP-6229: I'm supposed to agree to something without even knowing what it is? Really? Morrison: Well… it's not like you really have a choice here, do you? [Transcript Ends.] Acquisitions Proposal: Bennet Hao Zhu Prometheus Labs, Inc. 8/22/1995 Approved. - Director Pratsky Transcript Acquisitions Post-Mission Interview 1: Access Restricted Transcript Acquisitions Post-Mission Interview 1: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Post-Mission Interview 1 Date: 8/28/1995 Interviewer: Ethan Wei Hao Interviewee: Bennet Hao Zhu (SCP-6229) SCP-6229: Are you fucking with me? Who set this up? Why the fuck are you here? Ethan: I set this up. I just want to- SCP-6229: You're not getting anything from me. Get me out of here. Ethan: Do not open that door. SCP-6229: Fuck you, I'm going to walk through your fucking door if you don't open it. Ethan: I just want to know how dad is. SCP-6229: Oh, so now you care about how he's doing? Ethan: Might be surprising to you, but yes, I do care. SCP-6229: Really now? Didn't seem like you cared when you walked yourself out the door and never came back five years ago. Ethan: I went to get a job because I wanted to make sure you could afford to live. You're welcome for that, by the way. SCP-6229: So just because you sent some money, it's alright? I had to care for him all by my goddamn self and you think just because you sent money, that it'd be fine? It wasn't hard enough to lose mom, no we had to lose you too. Do you know what that did to dad? Command: Please keep conversation not pertaining to Mission 1 to a minimum. Ethan: We'll talk later- SCP-6229: No, we won't. Ethan: …mission report. SCP-6229: (Slight huff) Mission was successful. Item was acquired and delivered. Ethan: Who was the man you spoke with during the mission? SCP-6229: Not sure, seemed like a Hand thaumaturge. Introduced himself as 'Seth'. That's all I know. Oddly self-confident; reminds me a bit of a particular shithead who left his family. Are we done yet? [Audio Ends] A series of emails recovered between SCP-6229 and Prometheus Labs Acquisitions Director Pratsky. To: gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid#gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid From: gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz#gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz Subject: Request for supervisor shift I refuse to work with him. - Zhu To: gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz#gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz From: gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid#gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid Subject: Re:Request for supervisor shift Unfortunately, we're shortstaffed. Perhaps you should've made it known to us earlier that you were unable to work with your brother. Make do or quit. Choice is yours. - Director Pratsky Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 12: Access Restricted Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 12: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Mission 12 Date: 12/25/1995 Target is a katana of unknown age. On-Site Specialists: Bennet Hao Zhu (SCP-6229), Ethan Wei Hao [Warning: File Corrupted] (SCP-6229 sits facing Ethan in a military cargo plane as the latter drinks from a bottle.) Ethan: …you really gonna sit there for the entire trip in silence? SCP-6229: I've ridden in silence the past eleven missions and I don't happen to have anything to talk to you about. Ethan: Seriously? SCP-6229: Unless you have something pertaining to the mission, please spare us your ramblings. Ethan: You are the only other person in this plane besides the pilots. There is no 'us'. SCP-6229: Fuck you, why the hell are you even here? Ethan: Because a robot who majored in chemistry isn't a good look when trying to negotiate with McD and I happen to have majored in both business and psych. SCP-6229: Then why don't you review your business and psych notes in silence. Ethan: Fuck you. (Relative silence for 28 minutes.) Ethan: Did it hurt? SCP-6229: You leaving me to take care of a depressed alcoholic all by myself? Yeah. Ethan: Not that. I'm talking about whatever happened to your body. SCP-6229: Acting concerned about me isn't going to make me like you any more. Ethan: Then treat it like I'm being curious about a freak at the circus. SCP-6229: …No. It didn't hurt then, and it doesn't hurt now. Don't really feel anything now. Ethan: Nothing? Like, nothing nothing? SCP-6229: I haven't felt hungry, or tired, or hot, or cold, nothing. Nothing physical. I can't physically touch anything besides this suit. I felt angry when I saw you again though, does that count? Ethan: Fuck you. (Relative silence for 2 minutes.) SCP-6229: (Audibly sighs) He tried to write to you, you know? Every night, he'd take out his stupid feather pen and a sheet of his good paper and then he'd try to write. Didn't really help that he didn't know where you lived, or that he always crumpled that blank sheet of paper. Ethan: …I'm sorry. SCP-6229: Sorry isn't enough. Not anymore. Ethan: What happened? SCP-6229: Cirrhosis. And then he had a stroke. He's in a coma now. Ethan: Huh. Pilot: Seatbelts on, we're coming in for a landing and remember to put up your trays- [Video Ends] Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 30: Access Restricted Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 30: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Mission 30 Date: 5/11/1996 Target is an anomalous Bengal tiger, nicknamed El Chupacabra. On-Site Specialists: Bennet Hao Zhu (SCP-6229) [Warning: File Corrupted] (SCP-6229 walks through a small abandoned village. A tall man in a simple suit and tie stands across the dirt path, peering at a pocket watch. He turns his head towards SCP-6229 as the latter approaches. The man is identified as Seth Clover, a known Serpents Hand operative.) SCP-6229: I thought you said you didn't like standing out? Seth: I'm positively disguised compared to you, I'd say. SCP-6229: What are you doing here, Seth? I didn't think the Hand would be interested in rural Mexico. Seth: Shows how little you understand the Hand's goals. SCP-6229: The Hand, or the Raining Stars4? Seth: I see you've done your research. SCP-6229: The Foundation was quite willing to answer our questions about you, given how much trouble you and your brother have given them. Seth: Trouble for the whitecoats; liberation for our brothers and sisters. It's a matter of perspective, I think. SCP-6229: Call it what you want, you killed a lot of people to save your 'brothers and sisters'. Now what are you doing around here? Seth: I imagine you're here for the same reason I am. SCP-6229: The bird? Seth: Its name is Holos, and I'm sure you're well aware it's not a bird. SCP-6229: Hm. Are you going to get in my way? Seth: We're quite interested in Holos, so… I'm afraid I can't let you interrupt our operation. (Seth raises his arms and the ground cracks open loudly. Large chunks of earth begin floating into the air, electricity arcing between them. He claps his hands together. SCP-6229 shifts in place but appears to be restrained by something.) SCP-6229: Do you honestly think a couple of dried tree roots are going to actually stop me? Seth: I've done enough research to know I can't stop you, but I can at least stall you. (The camera drops to the ground, angled slightly upwards towards Seth. SCP-6229 manifests directly before Seth and gut-punches him, dropping him to the ground.) SCP-6229: Should've done more research. Now where's your brother? Tell him to leave the tiger alone or I'll beat his ass. Seth: (Groaning) Don't you dare hurt him… SCP-6229: Why can't my brother be more like you? I'll be gentle. Where'd my camera- oh. [Video Ends] The following email chain was sent shortly after the events detailed in Mission 30 and recovered partially by the Restoration Department. To: gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz#gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz From: gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid#gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid Subject: Reminder. Seth Clover and Thomas Clover are Detain-On-Sight as per our agreement with the SCP Foundation. Failure to do so will result in a write-up and possibly termination of employment. Need I remind you that employees lose access to healthcare, both for the former employee and any relatives currently utilizing it. - Director Pratsky To: gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid#gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid From: gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz#gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz Subject: Re:Reminder. Understood. - Zhu A video file was found on SCP-6229's workplace computer. Date: 11/30/1996 [Warning: File Corrupted] SCP-6229 sits at a desk in what appears to be an office. The chair is bending under the weight of SCP-6229, though it appears unfazed. The door opens as Ethan walks in. SCP-6229: So? Ethan: He's better than I thought, but that's not saying a lot. SCP-6229: I'd say you're welcome for even letting you see him, but I feel like the guilt is its own cost. Ethan: I get it, okay? I'm sorry. Alright? SCP-6229: You've already apologized to me. You need to apologize to him, but unfortunately he's in a coma. Ethan: Apologize to him? Fuck that. SCP-6229: I'm sorry? You put him in a coma and you're not even the slightest bit sorry? Ethan: Why the fuck should I be sorry about a man who couldn't handle reality? SCP-6229: Our mom died! The fuck is wrong with you? Ethan: He did all of this to himself! Yeah, I get it, mom died, but that doesn't mean that he, as a fucking parent, got to check out of reality! We needed him to be there! SCP-6229: And he needed us! But you fucking left us! You couldn't handle the responsibility so you just left us all in the dust. Ethan: You think I wanted to leave? That I just decided, 'yeah, I'mma ditch my 16-year-old brother with a depressed alcoholic?' SCP-6229: Sure looks like it! Ethan: He made me leave! SCP-6229: He was depressed! You can't blame him for mourning the death of his wife! Ethan: But I can blame him for pinning her death on me! SCP-6229: He-! What…? Ethan: Didn't know about that, did you? Every fucking day, you know what I'd hear? 'Wei, why weren't you here? Wei, why did you let your mom die? Wei, why couldn't you be a good son?' He'd fucking beg me to bring her back, you know that? You think I could take that? Do you think you could? Well, guess what, I'm sorry that I was busy living my own life. I'm sorry that I wanted to meet up with my friends that night. But you know, sometimes that happens. People get unlucky, and then they die. And there's nothing you or me or anyone could do anything about it. SCP-6229: …why the fuck didn't you tell me this earlier? What is wrong with you? Ethan: (Sighs) I didn't want to ruin your relationship with dad. You were a kid- SCP-6229: No, I'm talking this past year. Since you first showed your fucking face to me again. You could've told me then, and you could've told me any time up to now. Why didn't you? Ethan: I don't know. Maybe because I blamed myself too. (Silence for 8 minutes.) SCP-6229: You should've told me. Ethan: I'm sorry. (Silence for 6 minutes.) SCP-6229: (Sighs) I can't… I can't say your reasons were wrong. For leaving. But you still shouldn't have. Ethan: …I'm sorry. SCP-6229: …I know. (Silence for 2 minutes.) SCP-6229: Any other life-changing secrets you wanna tell me? Ethan: …I'm married. SCP-6229: …What- Ethan: -and I have a kid. [Video Ends] Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 71: Access Restricted Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 71: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Mission 71 Date: 12/3/1996 Target is an Egyptian boy, "Karim". On-Site Specialists: Bennet Hao Zhu (SCP-6229), Ethan Wei Hao [Warning: File Corrupted] SCP-6229 stands in an open desert behind Ethan, who converses with several military-clad individuals. Behind them, a teenage boy has been cuffed and shackled. He appears disheveled and malnourished. Ethan sighs loudly and turns away from the individuals as they discuss amongst themselves. SCP-6229: What's taking so long? We've been here for hours. Ethan: I don't understand, we're willing to pay a premium for Karim here, but they're not budging. Fucking slavers. SCP-6229: What, they want more? Ethan: Yeah, pretty much. Says that the Hand's been getting a bit itchy in the slaving market. SCP-6229: Can't we just, I don't know, take them out here? We'd be doing the world a favor. Ethan: No, they've got Karim's family hostage. Supposedly, they'll let them go once the sale is through. SCP-6229: And Pratsky's not just sending the rest of Acquisitions to save the family… why? Ethan: 'Unnecessary cost', he called it. Except we don't exactly have the budget to buy Karim's freedom right now. SCP-6229: We have two hundred grand available right now and it's not enough? Ethan: Nope. They're looking for no less than half a million. Apparently they've got potential buyers with McD, we're just the first in line. SCP-6229: Here's an idea, give them a lap dance and maybe they'll lower the price? Ethan: Fuck you. (Ethan turns back to the slavers and takes a deep breath. Before he can speak, a flash of light engulfs the camera. Gunfire can be heard.) Unknown: Kill them all. (Thunder roars from nearby followed by a short cry and a muffled thump. Several moments of silence pass.) (SCP-6229 pushes itself upwards, revealing Ethan beneath it, pressed into the sand.) Ethan: (Groaning) You're quite heavy, you know that? SCP-6229: You're welcome for saving your life. Ethan: Yeah yeah, I'm gonna stay here for a moment. (SCP-6229 rises to its feet, now facing several new individuals dressed in short robes, save for one dressed in a black 3-piece suit. The bodies of the slavers lay motionless around the ground with various wounds. Karim lays curled up in the sand. The suited individual, identified as Seth Clover, steps forwards as arcs of electricity crackle across his fingers.) SCP-6229: I'm hoping you knew about the family held hostage, Seth. Seth: Thomas has dealt with that problem already. He's been clamoring for a second chance since you stole Holos from him. SCP-6229: Well, thanks for dealing with it, but unless you want me to beat your ass again, we'll be taking Karim with us and we can pretend we never saw each other. Seth: Karim and his family deserve freedom, not exploitation by your faceless corporation. I cannot stand by while my brothers are targeted and shackled. SCP-6229: Don't do it, Seth. There's a standing order to grab you. Lethal force authorized if necessary. Seth: We are saving people. Can't you understand that? People who have been used, abused, and then thrown away. I have a duty to them; to save them. And to fulfill that duty I would do anything for my brothers and sisters. Even die. SCP-6229: I have my own 'duties'. You can surrender yourself Seth, or we can take Karim. You for him, that's the best I can offer. Seth: I'm afraid I must reject your offer, then. SCP-6229: Are you sure about that? What about Thomas? You might be willing to die for your spiritual siblings, but you think he'll be alright without you? Seth: Are you threatening my brother? SCP-6229: I'm reminding you that you're all the family he's got left. You leave him like that, and it'll hurt him forever. (Seth turns away from SCP-6229 and whispers with the other robed individuals. Footsteps to SCP-6229's side can be heard.) Ethan: Why couldn't you be like this when you talked with me? SCP-6229: Fuck you. Ethan: That's exactly what I'm talking about. What's with the double standard? (Seth turns back to SCP-6229 with a grim look. He takes a deep breath.) Seth: We have come to an agreement. SCP-6229: What'd you decide? Seth: There can be no victory without sacrifice. Now! (The robed individuals, including Seth, dive towards Karim. Seth throws an arm out, electricity arcing from his fingers towards SCP-6229, though the electricity dissipates upon contact with SCP-6229. SCP-6229 dashes forward and grabs Seth's outstretched arm.) (Another bright flash of light engulfs the camera. When it readjusts, the robed individuals are gone, as is Karim. SCP-6229 holds a cleanly severed hand.) [Video Ends] A partial email chain recovered between former director Wayne Pratsky and SCP-6229. To: gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid#gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid From: gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz#gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz Subject: Re:Re:Request to meet patient 224 I understand that he's in critical condition, but why can't I know which hospital he's in? - Zhu To: gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz#gro.suehtemorp|iuqca.uhz From: gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid#gro.suehtemorp|ykstarp.rid Subject: Re:Re:Re:Request to meet patient 224 Our researchers are worried that your particular condition will exacerbate his condition. We'll be sending you updates on him weekly. And honestly, do you really think you physically being there will change anything anyways? Trust me, we're doing everything we can for him. - Director Pratsky Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 144: Access Restricted Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 144: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Mission 144 Date: 1/18/1997 Target is an ancient Mayan tablet On-Site Specialists: Bennet Hao Zhu (SCP-6229) [Warning: File Corrupted] (SCP-6229 stands before the remains of a large stone altar. A young man in a loose-fitting robe, identified as Thomas Clover, stands at the altar facing SCP-6229. He clutches a bronze tablet in his hands.) SCP-6229: Thomas, put down the tablet. Thomas: Why do you keep getting in my way?! What did I ever do to you?! SCP-6229: It's just business, Thomas, you should know that by now. Thomas: Business? You think this is just business? This is about saving people! SCP-6229: Saving people? Do you even know what that tablet does? Thomas: I know it'll help the cause. SCP-6229: Thomas, that tablet has a memetic null space phrase on it. It'll delete everything in a 30 meter range. Tell me, how is that going to save anyone? Thomas: You think I'll just tell you what we have planned? You think I'm stupid? SCP-6229: Yes? You've talked long enough that I've gotten into leaping range. You try to teleport out, I'll take your hand like I took Seth's. Thomas: You-! SCP-6229: Now hand over the tablet and I'll pretend I haven't seen you. You resist, and I'll kick your ass again and drag your body to the Foundation. Your choice. Thomas: …Victory requi- (SCP-6229 lunges at Thomas and knocks him down. The tablet skitters off to the side.) SCP-6229: Now I know you're stupid. Command, send in Alpha Team, I have Thomas Clover in custody. Command: Alpha Team on-route. Glad I don't have to doctor another video for the Foundation as to why you didn't detain him. SCP-6229: Very funny, Pratsky, get off the comms. (SCP-6229 reaches over and grabs the tablet from off the floor, dusting off both sides.) Thomas: You think this is over? Huh? SCP-6229: Considering that I'm sitting on top of you and your thaumaturgy is completely ineffective against me, I'm going to go with 'yes'. Thomas: Seth's going to hunt you to the ends of the earth for this. SCP-6229: For capturing you? He can try. I can handle your brother. And he's probably just going to break you out of the Foundation. Thomas: You don't understand, do you? They're never gonna trust me again. Not after this. But if I go down, you go down with me. [AUDIO REMOVED] [Video Ends] Two videos were recovered, both taken by Prometheus Labs security cameras in Director Pratsky's office. Video Transcript of Security Cameras 1: Access Restricted Video Transcript of Security Cameras 1: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Office of Director Pratsky Date: 1/20/1997 [Warning: File Corrupted] SCP-6229 stands across a desk from Pratsky, who is sitting in a large, leather office chair. He wears a frown. Pratsky: So let me get this straight, you let Clover read the tablet and obliterate 3000 square meters of ancient Mayan ruins? SCP-6229: I didn't think he was going to use it. Pratsky: Thomas Clover is a known Hand extremist! SCP-6229: Extremist, sure, but suicidal? How was I supposed to know? Pratsky: You shouldn't have let him even have a chance! SCP-6229: I didn't expect it! Pratsky: It's exactly these kinds of thoughtless decisions that made me withhold your father's location. SCP-6229: Oh, so it was a punishment? Are you fucking with me right now, Pratsky? Tell me you're fucking with me. Pratsky: Hyperbole, boy, not literal. (Sigh) You failed and we had to pay the price for it. SCP-6229: I'd feel bad if you weren't already conning me. Pratsky: Oh, you have complaints? After everything we did for you, you have complaints? SCP-6229: I'm sorry, besides providing me the 'cure' to something you all did to me, what have you actually done for me? Pratsky: You ungrateful fuck. Your father would've be in the grave earlier if it weren't for us! SCP-6229: And yet I can't even see him anymore. How is that any different? Pratsky: It's different because he's still alive. You'll be able to see him. SCP-6229: You've been saying that for awhile now, when? Pratsky: When he's in a condition to be seen. Goddammit Hao, I'm not a doctor, I don't have a hard date for you. SCP-6229: Fine. But if you slack on those updates, I'll be back. [Video Ends] Video Transcript of Security Cameras 2: Access Restricted Video Transcript of Security Cameras 2: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Office of Director Pratsky Date: 1/28/1997 [Warning: File Corrupted] (Someone pounds on the door to the office for several moments. The room appears to be in disarray, with papers scattered across the floor and several dents in the walls. SCP-6229's voice can be heard on the other end, though muffled. No one is inside the office.) SCP-6229: Open the door, you cowardly fuck! I know you're in there! Where are my updates? I'm giving you three more fucking seconds before I walk through this goddamn door. (SCP-6229 suddenly appears in the room after three seconds.) SCP-6229: I want some… answers…? …what the fuck? Where the fuck is he? (SCP-6229 wanders around the office for several minutes, investigating, ultimately sitting down in Pratsky's chair. SCP-6229 glances at the table, picks up a sheet of paper, then throws it to the side.) SCP-6229: The fuck? (Ethan walks into the room holding a key.) Ethan: Oh, so he's not in here- what the fuck happened in here? You do this? SCP-6229: Like this when I got in. Ethan: Really? SCP-6229: This time, honestly yes. I didn't touch anything. Ethan: The hell happened? He fight with someone? SCP-6229: Don't know, don't care. I'm not the only Acquisitions agent. Probably got into an argument with one of the others. You know where he lives? Ethan: You doing a wellness check on Pratsky? SCP-6229: Fuck no, I'm going to ask where my fucking updates are. I know you don't really care about dad, but I still do. I won't stop you from cursing his name, but if Pratsky's not going to hold up his end of the deal, then neither will I. Ethan: Well you're out of luck, Pratsky keeps that information secret. Not even I know where he actually lives. SCP-6229: Seriously? Fuck. Ethan: Yeah. But hey, I uh, I gotta go. Pratsky'll be back in a week or two at most, so don't sweat it too much, alright? And I'm not just saying that because I hate the old man. Prometheus is treating him with some of their best, he'll be fine, even if I don't want him to be. SCP-6229: Fine. Get lost. Oh, tell Lynn I said hi and to remind her dad that he needs to be nicer to uncle Ben. Ethan: Fuck you. You're lucky she likes robots otherwise I think you'd have scared her off the first time. (Ethan leaves through the door. Several seconds later, SCP-6229 demanifests.) [Video Ends] Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 233: Access Restricted Video Transcript of Acquisitions Mission 233: Access Granted Prometheus Labs: Acquisitions Mission 233 Date: 1/30/1997 Target is an ornate full-length mirror On-Site Specialists: Bennet Hao Zhu (SCP-6229), Ethan Wei Hao [Warning: File Corrupted] (SCP-6229 sits across Ethan in a transport truck. Several other armed members of the Prometheus Labs Acquisitions team are present in the truck as well. Ethan appears to fiddle with a ring.) SCP-6229: You're gonna lose that if you keep messing with it. Ethan: I'm being careful. SCP-6229: Still don't know what she sees in you. It's definitely not your personality and you're, well, below average elsewhere. (The Acquisitions team chuckles.) Ethan: Fuck off. SCP-6229: The hell you doing here anyways? Didn't you say you had that trip to Canada or whatever with Becca and the kid? Ethan: Last minute, I don't know. Pratsky said it was high priority. SCP-6229: Pratsky? He emailed you? Where the fuck is he? Where are my updates? Ethan: …and he sent me your update, here. (Ethan pulls his phone out before passing it over to SCP-6229.) SCP-6229: Hm. Fine, I won't find and kick his ass. Ethan: God, you really have to stop threatening violence every- (The truck is violently thrown sideways, accompanied by a loud boom. SCP-6229 grabs Ethan as his body is flung forward. The two tear through the canvas canopy of the truck and land in some bushes as the truck explodes in bright blue flames.) SCP-6229: Oi, Wei, you still alive? (SCP-6229 releases Ethan and pulls back. Blood is seeping through Ethan's shirt and pants. A large metal chunk sticks out of the back Ethan's thigh. He remains unresponsive.) SCP-6229: Wei? Wei, come on you fucker, get up. (SCP-6229 smacks Ethan's face several times to no effect.) SCP-6229: Please get up… I can't… you can't do that to me. You said you hated him, how could you do what he did? You- (Ethan suddenly takes a breath but remains unconscious.) SCP-6229: Fuck you. Let's get out of here. (SCP-6229 hefts Ethan up and begins to leave. A loud creaking sound attracts SCP-6229's attention from behind. The burning wreckage of the truck creaks loudly as an invisible force presses down upon it, flattening it into the ground within seconds. A silhouette of a man can be seen across the blue flames walking towards SCP-6229.) SCP-6229: Seth. (The man, now closer, is identified as Seth Clover. Yelling, he raises an arm into the air, the wreckage of the truck following his movements and rising into the air, before pulling his arm back and making a throwing motion. The crushed truck accelerates towards SCP-6229.) (SCP-6229 throws itself to the side as the truck crashes into the trees behind their previous location. Ethan's limp body rolls to the side.) (Trails of dark sand spiral around Seth, coalescing into multiple black spikes in the air before speeding towards SCP-6229. SCP-6229 stumbles slightly as the spikes shatter against its body. Seth drops his arm to his side and appears to be breathing heavily.) Seth: Victory requires sacrifice, Mr. Hao. And this… this is the sacrifice for your victory. SCP-6229: I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you better get out of my way. Seth: Not until I have my revenge. (Seth drops to the ground and slams his hands against it. Arcs of electricity burst from his hands and rips through the terrain, sparking against SCP-6229.) SCP-6229: The hell did I do to you?! Seth: I watched you kill him. Watched as he died! (Two balls of fire manifest in Seth's hands before he launches them at SCP-6229. They explode just before contact with SCP-6229 causing it to stumble backwards.) SCP-6229: Who? Thomas? You think I killed Thomas? Your suicidal brother did it to himself! (SCP-6229 dashes at Seth and leaps while kicking. A large wall of earth erupts between Seth and SCP-6229, though SCP-6229's kick shatters the wall. The fragments of earth slam into Seth and knocks him to the floor. SCP-6229 places its boot on Seth's chest.) SCP-6229: I never touched Thomas. I don't know who the fuck told you that, but you're an idiot for believing them. Seth: Don't lie to me! Your director showed me everything. All it took was threatening his little boy and he was ready to spill. I saw the video. Your bodycam footage. You can't lie to me. SCP-6229: I don't know what you saw, but it's not what happened- (Seth extends his arm towards SCP-6229 and a bolt of electricity flies outwards, striking SCP-6229's body to no effect. SCP-6229 steps down harder causing Seth to groan in pain. He glares up at SCP-6229 with what appears to be tears in his eyes.) Seth: …why? You know what it's like, so how could you? SCP-6229: Know what? Seth: Did you feel nothing when he died? SCP-6229: You better start making some damn sense before I decide to crush your ribcage. Seth: You… you really don't know, do you? I thought you had already found out, but I guess not. SCP-6229: Alright, I'm done with this- Seth: Your father's dead. (SCP-6229 stops.) SCP-6229: …what? Seth: Your director told me. He said he told you they moved him, when was it? Last year or so? He was already dead by then. SCP-6229: No, there's no way that's right. I just saw- Seth: He's been lying to… you… (Seth looks away from SCP-6229. SCP-6229 removes their foot from Seth.) SCP-6229: I didn't kill him, Seth. I don't do that. I know what kind of man you are, so if you're telling the truth right now… (Seth gets to his feet unsteadily, avoiding eye contact with SCP-6229.) Seth: Take your brother. SCP-6229: What are you going to do? Seth: I… I don't know, I need… to think. If you're not lying, then Thomas was a victim of his own hubris and I have no one to blame but him… however, if I find that you're lying to me, nothing will stop me from killing everyone you've ever loved. SCP-6229: If my brother doesn't make it, I'll make you wish you were dead. Now get out of here while I'm feeling merciful. (Seth takes several steps backwards before he vanishes. SCP-6229 quickly returns to Ethan, picks him up, and begins jogging.) [Video Ends] Security footage obtained of SCP-6229 from former director Wayne Pratsky's home. Secure Home Security Footage: Access Restricted Secure Home Security Footage: Access Granted Secure Home, Automated Security Camera 25: Wayne Pratsky Home Office Date: 8/26/2008 (Pratsky sits in a large leather office chair drinking a bottle of whiskey. He looks at his watch then at the ceiling. SCP-6229 manifests in front of Pratsky, startling him.) Pratsky: You sure took your time. SCP-6229: Why does it sound like you were expecting me? Pratsky: I was sure you'd come looking for me when Prometheus collapsed ten years back, but I guess I was wrong. SCP-6229: Had affairs I had to sort out. Like a funeral or two. Pratsky: I imagine you know the truth now, then? SCP-6229: That you lied to me about my dad? Yeah. I know. Pratsky: So what is it you want, huh? Money? An apology? SCP-6229: Wei's gone because of what you did. Pratsky: What I did? I may have lied about your dad, but I had no hand in what happened to your broth- (SCP-6229 takes a step forward.) SCP-6229: I know what you did, Pratsky. I know you edited the video to show to Seth. Why? (Pratsky sighs and takes another sip of whiskey.) Pratsky: I had to protect my family. SCP-6229: But mine was expendable? Pratsky: I'm sorry, Hao. If it means anything, this was all Maddox's idea. I was just the bait- SCP-6229: You better stop putting the blame on other people, Pratsky. You could've easily told him the truth. You chose not to. Wei's death is on you. Pratsky: …are you going to kill me? SCP-6229: You've got all your affairs in order already, so I assume you already knew my answer. Pratsky: I did, which is why you should've killed me earlier. (Several MTF agents burst through the ceiling. A heavy duty net is fired and wraps around SCP-6229. An SRA can be seen humming through the broken ceiling. Pratsky narrows his eyes at SCP-6229.) Pratsky: That's why it took you so long. He's not dead, is he? [Video Ends.] WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5/6229 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6229 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. EC-Richards: Access Restricted EC-Richards: Access Granted Interviewed: SCP-6229 Interviewer: Ethics Committee Representative Angela Richards Date: May 14th, 2018 Foreword: SCP-6229's file shows that he is a viable candidate for MTF Omega-1 following the discovery regarding researcher Agapov. <Begin Log> Richards: Hello, SCP-6229, can I call you Ben? SCP-6229: Where's Doctor Whitaker? Richards: He's been transferred. My name is Angela Richards, pleasure to meet you. SCP-6229 is silent. Richards: Right, um, let me get to the point. I've read your file, and I see that you've got quite the resume. SCP-6229 is silent. Richards: Hm, you're not a talker, I understand. We all have our off days. SCP-6229: What do you want from me, Dr. Richards? Richards: Just Angela will do, I don't have a doctorate. SCP-6229: What do you want? Richards: Well, first, I want to ask you some questions. SCP-6229: Right. Richards: Great. First uh, do you know an Evelyn Agapov? SCP-6229: …can't say I do, no. Richards: Okay, and uh, Weylin Agapov? Nothing? SCP-6229: I've never heard of those people, no. Richards: Really? Huh. Well, let me tell you about them then. Eveyln Agapov, 22 years old, graduated from Dartmouth summa cum laude with a degree in biochemistry. A rather intelligent woman by all accounts and hired by the Foundation pretty much out the gate. Parents are Rebecca Agapov and Weylin Agapov. SCP-6229: Are you trying to bore me? I don't know who these people are or why I should care- Richards: Hold on now. Weylin Agapov, 46 years old, unemployed. Formerly known as Ethan Wei Hao, ex-employee of Prometheus Labs. Currently lives at 633 Hedgewood Drive with his wife and two dogs. Sound familiar now? SCP-6229: If you touch him, I'll kill every last one of you. Richards: Big words coming from a man who didn't even kill the one who sent Seth Clover to kill him the first time. Tell me, why did you let him live? Was it his family? Did you feel bad? SCP-6229: Tell me what you want. Richards: (Sighing) Alright, fine. I want you to work for us. SCP-6229: …You want me to work for the Foundation? You are aware of what happened to the last company I worked for that tried to blackmail me, right? Richards: Not the Foundation as a whole, no, the Ethics Committee. I'm going to be honest with you here, Ben. Overwatch has probably already put your brother on the containment procedures. Probably your niece too. It's much cheaper to keep a bullet chambered than it is to have six full-sized Scrantons for one skip and we both know that they wouldn't stop you from breaching if you really tried. SCP-6229: You're really giving me a lot of reasons to try right now. Richards: Which is why I'm offering a deal. Work with us and I guarantee the safety of not just your brother, but your niece too. I mean, you've been here for a while now, you know what happens in our sites no matter how hard we try. Don't you think your brother deserves to have his family this time? SCP-6229: You're sick, you know that? Richards: How many others do you think are being put through the same thing you were? The world is filled with Pratskys taking advantage of people just like you. I want you to help us help them. Frankly, Overwatch is entirely content with just holding your brother hostage and they really didn't want to let me talk with you. I'm giving you the opportunity to make this less one-sided for you. Please. SCP-6229: …it's not like I really have a choice, do I? <End Log> Footnotes 1. Described by SCP-6229 as minute differences in Hume levels for objects and energies 2. A proprietary alloy designed by Anderson Robotics and Prometheus Labs 3. Full list available upon request from Angela Richards 4. An extremist subgroup of the Serpents Hand
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SCP-6230
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Item #: SCP-6230 Special Containment Procedures: Derelict SCP Foundation facilities are biennially revisited in order to ensure that SCP-6230 has not developed inside them. Affected facilities are placed under indefinite external supervision. The assessment of a known or suspected SCP-6230-affected facility must be performed with extreme caution; any abnormalities necessitate immediate evacuation. Description: SCP-6230 is a sparsely-documented anomalous phenomenon affecting an unknown quantity of forsaken SCP Foundation facilities at any given time: the generation of new interior spaces. SCP-6230 is known only to affect facilities which have remained wholly undisturbed for periods ranging between two and four years. When an affected facility is next entered, those inside may happen upon an additional set of rooms, corridors, or other environmental features categorically not present at the time of abandonment. Spaces generated by SCP-6230 — never observable from outside the affected facility — closely mimic the architectural qualities of their containing stucture, manifesting as extensions of pre-existing areas. This entails that SCP-6230 is often challenging to identify; it is presumably possible for one to unknowingly enter and pass through an instance without alarm. Though the majority of SCP-6230 instances do not continue far past the original boundaries of their containing structure, a small amount are known to extend for vast distances, featuring more complex architecture. Description: SCP-001 is a pattern of novel dream activity occurring chiefly in children, the middle-aged, and the elderly. Dreamers report their return to a place of deep-seated sentimental importance, most often a childhood home. The place is abandoned, or empty of people, and silent—though beholding an appearance almost identical to that of the dreamer's memory. The dreamer then iteratively navigates their way through this place, revisiting and reminiscing on personally significant areas or objects. Facility: Site-297 (Brașov, Romania) Situation of Abandonment: Dwindling resources forced assets and personnel belonging to Site-297 to merge with the developing Area-60 in Bucharest. Formally decommissioned in 2004. Summary of Instance: Complex maze of nondescript maintenance hallways extending for a combined three-hundred fifty-four meters; a small number of repeating storage rooms are the only other features, accessible via windowless doors lining the passages. Hallways toward the extreme of the instance begin to unnaturally curve upward, terminating at a sheer incline. Investigating persons report a foul, chlorinous smell. After a short while, the dreamer will happen upon an area of their place which evokes a sense of unease. It resembles what the dreamer knows, but it does not feel known. It is at this point that the dream takes its crucial turn: At the deepest point of this area (perhaps the part of it which evokes the most discomfort) the dreamer discards a curtain, a piece of furniture, or some other obstruction, to reveal Facility: Site-85 (Texas City, Texas, USA) Situation of Abandonment: A record of poor response time paired with an inoptimal distribution of funds over a twenty-year period resulted in Site-85's shutdown in 1998, by direct order of the Department of Internal Affairs. Resources and anomalies were removed to adjacent facilities in the southern United States. Summary of Instance: Railed winder staircase, descending uninterrupted for approximately forty meters, leading to a small circular room illuminated by a flickering spotlight. Staircase is visibly weathered, appearing as if used for many years. Scraps of wet paper are scattered throughout the instance, predominantly on each staircase landing. Moisture seeps in from above, precipitating rampant mold growth. Facility: Outpost-1094 (Tokushima, Shikoku, Japan) Situation of Abandonment: An esoteric materials breach in 2007 ruined much of Outpost-1094's waste processing infrastructure and destroyed a number of contained anomalies. The facility was closed for renovation the following year, but never resumed operation. Summary of Instance: Utility tunnels intersect and recombine into larger rooms in ways prejudicial to the facility's design. One such tunnel and its adjoining alcove repeats for several hundred meters before terminating at a fifteen meter drop. a large, foreboding, door. Facility: Area-20 (Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada) Situation of Abandonment: An emergency evacuation following a technical error reporting a dangerous containment breach stripped Area-20 of much of its efficacy; though shortlived, this ultimately led to the facility's premature dissolution in 1979. Area-20 has not operated in the intervening years, despite officially remaining under "indefinite standby". Summary of Instance: On-site cafeteria and habitation units extend for a prodigious distance. Dining halls repeat for hundreds of meters. Narrow apertures provide access to a myriad of alternative passages, though all lead back to the instance's main body. Almost the entirety of the instance is unlit. The facility's emergency warning system abides in a state of continuous alarm. The door is not present in the dreamer's memory. The dreamer will be immediately aware of this. Reports describe the door as "odd"; "misshapen"; "crooked". The dreamer is met with a strong, burgeoning dread, rising in intensity as the scenario unfolds. The door, dark and illusory, beckons the dreamer forward; the dreamer is drawn to its handle, and shakily reaches out to touch it. Facility: Site-31 (Kenitra, Morocco) Situation of Abandonment: In the wake of an embezzlement scandal, Site-31 was left without a Director. Unable to refill the position in time, its competence waned, and the Site was abandoned completely in 1965. Though a rare case, the circumstances surrounding its closure prompted sweeping changes to Foundation policy. Summary of Instance: Enormous subterranean chamber supported by an array of over three hundred stone pillars. Visibility is considerably hampered — the majority of the instance is dark. Some regions are faintly illuminated by cap lamps planted in the soil. Facility: Site-475 (Yamalia, Russia) Situation of Abandonment: Site-475 was deliberately abandoned in 1992 after its personnel were exposed to a hostile idea. Summary of Instance: Central containment chamber expanded to twenty times its ordinary diameter. Scout team discovered a leather recliner at the chamber's center, obscured by a mass of purposeless walls. The dreamer inches the door open. There is nothing on the other side except for a choking darkness—or so the dreamer thinks. In a few moments the dreamer is able to make out a staircase, leading either up or down, descending or ascending into an impossibly black interior. Now the dreamer's rising dread reaches its overwhelming peak, and they find theirself frozen in place in front of the door, unable to close it. Their legs, now independent from their mind, slink up or down the stairs, and their nostalgia vanishes in place of an all-consuming terror. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6230" by Liryn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6230. 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-6231
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Item#: 6231 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6231 Special Containment Procedures: N/A See Archived Containment Procedures Hide Archived Procedures Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6231 is to be kept within a standard 20-gallon terrarium fitted with the basic needs of a regular Agalychnis callidryas. These include filtered freshwater, a diet of crickets, mealworms and Dubia roaches, a 20°-30° Celsius, damp and humid environment and UV lighting1. Consumption of ice cream offered to personnel by SCP-6231 is allowed and encouraged. Description: SCP-6231 is a sentient male Agalychnis callidryas (Red-eyed tree frog) that is capable of producing ice cream from its salivary glands. This ice cream has no inherent anomalous effects and is safe for consumption. The ice cream does not harm SCP-6231 like it would for a member of the same species. SCP-6231 has thus far proven capable of producing twelve different flavours; coconut, chocolate, vanilla, cookies and cream, strawberry, blue raspberry, mango, mint, mint chocolate chip pistachio, maple, and french vanilla. When asked for a flavour, SCP-6231 will produce an amount of ice cream that is capable of filling an entire cone in one to four minutes, depending on the flavour the subject had asked for. SCP-6231 appears capable of utilizing its mouth to prevent the ice cream it produces from melting. SCP-6231 has also been seen to communicate using small notes. Addendum.6231.I: Discovery On 16/10/2021, Agent Ronald Hudson responded to reports of a frog giving ice cream to children in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. When Agent Hudson arrived, SCP-6231 had been producing ice cream for children at a playground. Soon after this, SCP-6231 was taken by one of these said children. Upon questioning the other children on SCP-6231's location, they pointed at the child who had taken SCP-6231, who was at that point eating ice cream. Shortly after this, SCP-6231 was confiscated and moved to Site-250. It is unknown how SCP-6231 arrived in said playground, as Agalychnis callidryas is native to Central and South America. Witnesses say that SCP-6231 was left at the playground by a child who then ran away. The identity of this child is unknown. Addendum.6231.II: Incident Log On 28/11/2021, a raid on Site-250 was conducted by the Chaos Insurgency for unknown reasons. During this raid, an insurgent entered SCP-6231's containment chamber. The following is a log of the camera footage of the altercation. <BEGIN LOG> 2:12 AM SCP-6231 is seen sleeping inside its terrarium. An Insurgent enters SCP-6231's containment chamber. Insurgent: The fuck is that smell? SCP-6231 awakens and looks intrigued by the insurgent. The insurgent looks toward the side to see SCP-6231 labelled on the door. Insurgent: 6231 huh? The insurgent searches the room for any documentation. SCP-6231 begins to expand its mouth, to create ice cream. Insurgent: Nothing. What is this thing anyway? SCP-6231 jumps onto its terrarium's mesh roof and opens it. The insurgent points his gun at SCP-6231. Insurgents: What the fuck? SCP-6231 jumps onto a waffle cone and begins producing ice cream inside of it. Insurgent: Ice cream? SCP-6231 finishes producing ice cream and jumps onto the insurgent, who is now approaching SCP-6231 and hands it to him with a note. Insurgent: "Yummy Chocolate" Yeah I'm not eating this. The insurgent drops the ice cream and leaves the room. SCP-6231 appears frightened from the insurgent's behavior and hops back into its terrarium. <END LOG> 2:20 AM Closing Statement: This was the first time SCP-6231 used a note. After this various tests were conducted to get a full grasp of SCP-6231's abilities and limitations. Addendum.6231.III: Experiment Log Personnel Involved: Dr. Avery Cado Foreword: The following is a log of an experiment conducted on SCP-6231. <BEGIN LOG> 3:44 PM Dr. Cado enters SCP-6231's containment chamber Dr. Cado: Alright. Dr. Cado places a small pencil and paper inside SCP-6231's terrarium. SCP-6231 is not visible and is suspected to be hiding. Dr. Cado: Don't be shy, I won't hurt you! SCP-6231 slowly approaches the note and picks up the pencil and writes something down. Dr. Cado picks the note up. Dr. Cado: "Hi". Well, it's a start. Dr. Cado places another note into the terrarium. Dr. Cado: Can you write your name? SCP-6231 hesitates a moment before writing on the note. Dr. Cado picks up the note. Dr. Cado: You don't have a name? Hmmm, how did you get to the park where we found you? Dr. Cado places another note in the terrarium. SCP-6231 examines the note and shakes its head. Dr. Cado: You don't want to tell me? Why not? SCP-6231 looks up at Dr. Cado and shakes its head again. Dr. Cado: Ok… Well then, how long have you been able to create ice cream for and do you know why? SCP-6231 picks up the pencil and writes something on the note and Dr. Cado picks it up. Dr. Cado: You were born with it? Got it. The final question for now is, why do you give people the ice cream you make for free. Dr. Cado places a note inside the terrarium and SCP-6231 continues to write for one minute. Dr. Cado picks up the note. Dr. Cado: You just want to make people happy? Really? SCP-6231 hesitates a moment and then nods its head. Dr. Cado: Alright then, I guess we are done for today. Thank you for cooperating. SCP-6231 waves its hand at Dr. Cado as she exits the room. <END LOG> 4:01 PM Addendum.6231.IV: Note Discovery On 09/01/2022, the following note was found within SCP-6231's terrarium while it was sleeping. They liked the ice cream. I hope they like me! Addendum.6231.V: Caretaker Interview On 29/01/2022, SCP-6231 began displaying signs of sluggishness and malnutrition. Due to this, SCP-6231's lead caretaker, Dr. Avery Cado, was interviewed. Interviewer: Site Director Joseph Matthews Interviewee: Dr. Avery Cado <BEGIN LOG>: 9:52 AM Site Director Matthews: Well, let's get this over with. Dr. Cado: Joseph, I know you know I'm not responsible for this. I'm the one who's supposed to take care of the frog. There's no reason for me to make it sick. Site Director Matthews: It's protocol, sorry. Now, where did you go on November 19th? Dr. Cado: I got here from home, went to my office to sign some documents about me becoming head of the "Department of Flora and Fauna Anomaly Care", which took just under an hour. Site Director Matthews The papers I sent you, correct? Dr. Cado: Yes, after that I got up and went to SCP-6231's chamber to feed it and check if everything was in order, went out and had lunch and went to your office to hand in the documents. After that, I went to SCP-3233's containment chamber to do some research and then left. Site Director Matthews looks to his side at a computer monitor. Site Director Matthews: The camera footage and your claims add up. Tell me, what did you feed SCP-6231. Dr. Cado: I fed it a couple of Dubia roaches and ten mealworms, exactly what it's supposed to be fed. Site Director Matthews: You sure you didn't feed it anything else? Dr. Cado: Nope and I gave it filtered water and the water sprayer and the UV light was functioning normally. I'm sure it's just acting sluggish because it didn't get enough sleep. Site Director Matthews: Fair enough. I'm sorry about this, it's just protocol I'm following. Dr. Cado: No, it's fine. If I was in your position I would have done the same thing. <END LOG>: 10:02 Addendum.6231.VI: Second Note Discovery On 03/02/2022, another note was found in SCP-6231's terrarium. The following is the second note: I'm a little bit sick. They like me though! Investigation into how these notes are appearing in SCP-6231's terrarium is still ongoing. Addendum.6231.VII: Email to Site Director Matthews On 17/02/2022, the following email was sent to Site Director Matthews from Dr. Avery Cado To: moc.tenipcs|swehttamhpesoj#moc.tenipcs|swehttamhpesoj From: moc.tenipcs|214odacyreva#moc.tenipcs|214odacyreva Subject: SCP-6231 Hey, Matthews As you most likely know, from our meeting the other day, SCP-6231 has been acting sluggish. This morning, it got worse. It's still reacting positively and making ice cream, but it isn't as active as it was before. It's lost a lot of weight too and isn't writing notes to staff. We'll try giving it some remedies for that disease that's been going around in the amphibian anomalies, but I just wanted to inform you what's happening beforehand, just in case things go south. With regards, Avery. Addendum.6231.VIII: Third Note Found On 25/02/2022 a third note was found. The following note was found. I don't feel good anymore. I can't make ice cream. Tell Naveen I love her. Addenum.6231.IX: On 05/03/2022, SCP-6231 was taken to Site-101's veterinarian because of its worsening condition. Dr. Cleo Ares determined that SCP-6231 had bacterial dermatosepticemia (commonly referred to as "Red Leg Disease"), a disease common in amphibians, which had been seen in other amphibian-based anomalies before. When given the proper treatment for it, SCP-6231's condition remained the same. This is because of SCP-6231's changed anatomy from that of a regular Agalychnis callidryas. One day later, SCP-6231 was transferred into the Department of Fauna and Flora Anomaly Care unit of Site-101 and the following events transpired: Foreword: The following events were recorded via surveillance cameras. <BEGIN LOG> 6:09 AM Six researchers enter SCP-6231's room in the Fauna and Flora Anomaly Care unit and surround SCP-6231. SCP-6231 is visually distressed in its terrarium and is watching the researchers. Dr. Avery Cado enters the room and begins examining SCP-6231. Dr. Cado: The "Red Leg Disease" has gotten worse. We can try to do what we can, but at this point, we can't do much. SCP-6231 is visually stressed and begins to slow its movements. Dr. Chad: Have we tried giving it some other remedies for it? Dr. Cado: No, we've only tried three and I'm afraid more will hurt it. Dr. Connor: If it's going to die anyway, why not give it to help even if it might die? Dr. Cado: Unlike most people, I care if these guys die. Would you want to have a slow, painful death from the humans that contained you in the first place or be saved by them? Both the researchers are silent. Dr. Cado: Yeah, I thought so. Now, is there anyone else who has ideas? Dr. Sandra: Umm, what if we gave it some tetracycline. That's what normally treats frogs with "Red Leg Disease" correct? Dr. Cado: Good idea but, that could cause side effects that we don't want to risk affecting the frog. Anyone else? SCP-6231 looks like it is producing ice cream, although none of the researchers acknowledge this. Dr. Sanchez: Have we taken into account what caused the disease? Dr. Cado: Yes- umm well, no. We don't know what caused it. Dr. Sanchez: Have you even looked into that? That should've been the main concern. Dr. Cado: I- err, did think about it, but never got approval from Site Director Matthews. Dr. Sanchez: So you didn't. Dr. Cado: Oh fuck off James. Anyone else, other than him? By the way, we will look into how it got the disease. SCP-6231's mouth begins to expand while it looks around at its terrarium. Dr. Cleo appears to spot SCP-6231 producing ice cream. Dr. Cleo: Wait, I think it's making some ice cream. Dr. Cleo points at SCP-6231, which is producing ice cream in several waffle cones. All personnel turn toward SCP-6231, which has completed filling five ice cream cones. Dr. Cado: What- SCP-6231 finishes producing the ice cream of varying flavours, handing them out to the personnel, then jumping into Dr. Cado's free hand, and stopping its movements before dying. All personnel are silent while Dr. Sanchez and Dr. Connor leave the room. Dr. Cado continues looking at SCP-6231's inanimate body. Dr. Cado: I-I… My first task as head of the… The rest of the researchers leave as Dr. Cado puts SCP-6231's body back into its terrarium. <END LOG>: 6:31 AM Closing Statement: All cones of ice cream that were given to personnel had a small note embedded into them, labelled simply with "Thank you" on one side, and 'Goodbye' on the other. Addendum.6231.X: After the events of Addendum.6231.IX, the Foundation was contacted by GoI-3776 "Creature and Wildlife Protection Agency" via email. The following is an email sent by an unknown CWPA member to Agent Hudson: To: moc.liamtoh|3nosduhdlanor#moc.liamtoh|3nosduhdlanor From: ten.apwc|stunnroca#ten.apwc|stunnroca Subject: The SCP Foundation Hello Ronald, please share the following email with your superiors immediately. Hello, I am contacting you on behalf of the organization known as the Creature and Wildlife Protection Agency. You may know us through Agent Lou, an agent of ours who is unfortunately in your containment. I have contacted you today to inform you of another agent of ours in your containment. Agent Sticks is a loyal member of our organization. Now, following Agent Sticks' death, we would like to thank you for caring for him. He was the one that volunteered, knowing he wouldn't make it back, in one way or another. He had to say goodbye to his family and friends for the last time, and I know that must've been difficult. He just wanted to make people happy with his ice cream. Now that we have gotten to know how your organization functions internally and your motives, we hope we can get on friendly terms. We will be contacting you again shortly for the conditions of these terms and to tell you a little bit about our past. Again, we and Sticks' family would like to express our complete gratitude to you for caring for him. We hope our organizations can work together sometime in the near future. May Sticks rest in peace knowing that what he did wasn't for nothing. Sincerely, Secretary Nuts Footnotes 1. This should be replaced every 5 to 6 months. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6231" by AvocadoMilk, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6231. 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: Red-eyed tree frog 1.jpg Name: Red-eyed tree frog 1.jpg Author: Danel Solabarrieta License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/danelu/10422494474/
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by NDHeckfire and Kilerpoyo Item#: SCP-6232 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond Dr. Bellatrix Fuller N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6232 is implanted with a tracking device and is currently housed within a standard humanoid containment chamber in Site-400. SCP-6232 is currently allowed Class-III (Restricted) socialization privileges with approved site personnel, granted based on continued good behavior and cooperation with Foundation personnel. SCP-6232 DESCRIPTION: SCP-6232 is the designation given to a humanoid entity possessing a physical appearance identical to the late Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States of America (1809 – 1865), measuring approximately 1.93 meters in height and having a weight of around 82 kilograms. SCP-6232's internal body systems are consistent with those of a non-anomalous human, albeit its organs, with the exception of its brain and vocal cords, are completely functionless. SCP-6232's physical state deviates from non-anomalous humans in the following aspects: No requirement for food, water, or air, despite the presence of a digestive and respiratory system. Modifications to its nervous system such that pain sensitivity is nullified. Lack of hair follicles; instead, synthetic hair strands have been attached to SCP-6232's head and face such that they resemble the late Abraham Lincoln's hair and beard. SCP-6232 is capable of speech and has been shown to exhibit signs of sapience and sentience. SCP-6232 believes that it is a clone of the late Abraham Lincoln, that has been "awakened" around the year 1920 by a group of unidentified occultists in order to fight or combat an unknown extranormal threat. SCP-6232 has been shown to be very cooperative and friendly with Foundation personnel with whom it interacts. SCP-6232's anomalous ability is its capacity to regenerate muscle and skin tissues, allowing it to recover from injuries and regrow organs (e.g. its heart and lungs) that had been removed from its body. Wounds and incisions on SCP-6232's body will regenerate within around 2 days after causation, while organ regeneration requires up to around 1.5 weeks. SCP-6232's secondary anomalous property is its ability to manifest a series of anomalous items, each designated as SCP-6232-1. Human subjects making direct skin contact with an instance of SCP-6232-1 will result in various degrees of burnt marks appearing on various parts of the subject's skin. However, SCP-6232 itself is immune to this effect. ADDENDUM 6232.1: SCP-6232-1 Instances The following is a complete list of instances of SCP-6232-1 manifested by SCP-6232: Item #: SCP-6232-1-A Threat Level: Yellow ● Description: A gladius-type sword, approximately 55 centimeters in length. Its hilt is composed out of patinated oak wood while its blade is composed purely out of silver. When handled by SCP-6232, it is capable of burning any form of life from baseline reality upon being lacerated. This effect has proven to apply to incorporeal and semi-corporeal beings who would otherwise have no physical body. Upon piercing a target, blue flames will begin to emanate from the sword. These flames will attempt to encircle the target, causing them to burn. The flames will slowly dematerialize after around 10 minutes upon laceration of a target. Containment Protocols: Currently housed within Site-400's Anomalous Objects Locker-824. Item #: SCP-6232-1-B Threat Level: Blue ● Description: An oval-shaped, silver pendant, measuring approximately 5 centimeters in length. When worn by SCP-6232, it will result in the pendant glowing a faint blue hue. During this state, no human subjects can consciously take an action that would result in harm coming to SCP-6232. An action that would result in harm coming to SCP-6232 has been observed to consist of acts including: Attempting to assault SCP-6232. Attempting to order other human subjects to assault SCP-6232. Attempting to trick or deceive other human subjects into unknowingly assaulting SCP-6232. Containment Protocols: Currently housed within Site-400's Anomalous Objects Locker-484. Attempts to recreate SCP-6232-1-B are ongoing. Item #: SCP-6232-1-C Threat Level: Orange ● Description: A green sphere-shaped object, composed out of a ceramic-like material. Multiple tests have shown that the object is completely indestructible. When held by SCP-6232, it will result in human subjects in the immediate area to [REDACTED PER PROTOCOL 6232-IRONMOLE]. Containment Protocols: Currently housed within a 5 cubic meter containment chamber. Only personnel possessing a Level/6232 Clearance are allowed to enter SCP-6232-1-C's chamber. ADDENDUM 6232.2: Discovery SCP-6232's existence first became apparent on February 2nd, 2007 during a raid on a Marshall, Carter, and Dark distribution warehouse in Belfast, Northern Ireland. During the raid, several documents were recovered describing the existence of an anomalous object located in the Newcastle region of Northern Ireland. Mobile Task Force Xaphan-6 ("PITCHBLACK") was dispatched to secure the object, which was located below an abandoned warehouse. The following is the MTF's recovery report: SCP-6232's Recovery Report by Cpt. Yokolski Taurus We entered the warehouse, which was practically empty save for a single metal hatch located in the middle of the warehouse's floor. We opened the hatch and it leads to a deep shaft which we guessed was around twenty, thirty meters deep. We slowly climbed down through a metal ladder and found ourselves in some large concrete basement. It was full of torn pieces of clothing and the walls are covered in disgusting moss and grime. There's also a weird symbol drawn on the wall, possibly depicting a flaming iron crown. On the far end of the basement was a large wooden crate, with a paper note taped onto the crate itself. We quickly bagged the note and were about to contact the containment teams when we heard a muffled voice emanating from the crate. We were reluctant to open the crate at first, but Simmons convinced us otherwise because he said it sounded like an old man that needed help or something. The crate was locked with a metal padlock so Rodriguez used his lockpicker. The padlock finally opened and we slowly opened the crate. And inside was the anomaly, an entity that is the actual Abraham Lincoln or a copy of him, crouching in the corner and holding a small sword of some sort. We were all understandably pretty surprised and confused about this whole thing. We just stood there, motionless, for a few minutes. I broke the silence by ordering Rodriguez to contact the containment teams and tell them that we may have found the possible anomaly and that we needed immediate extraction by HCT1. We didn't dare touch him, except Simmons who helped him out of the crate. We didn't speak for a while before we heard the HCT roll-in in front of the warehouse. The following is the note that was taped on the wooden crate in the warehouse: Mr. Darke, This crate was recovered on a shipwreck that used to belong to one of our suppliers. Documents recovered from the wreck seem to suggest that the crate itself was found in a former military bunker in Canterbury, Britain that was used prominently during the Second World War. We investigated the bunker and found multiple photographs of American and British soldiers shaking hands and standing beside an individual that shares a similar look to Abraham Lincoln. There was also a letter that says that the same individual was found wandering in the empty streets of London. I ordered our men to recover the crate immediately as I thought it might hold some interest to you. With regards, N. D. Heckerman2 P.S.: I'm not sure if you will show any interest to this, but I'll tell you anyhow. When we were investigating the cause of the shipwreck, we found some very peculiar things. There were large dents on the side of the ship and multiple unknown (possibly anomalous) species of flora were found on the captain's cabin. There were also strands of long black hair strewn about the ship. We took some samples, but the results were inconclusive. ADDENDUM 6232.3: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-6232 Interviewer: Dr. Bellatrix Fuller Foreword: The following interview took place a week after SCP-6232 was processed by containment specialists and has been explained the basic aspects and reason of its containment at Site-400. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Fuller enters the interview room. Dr. Fuller: Hello, SCP-6232. How're you? SCP-6232: As fine as I can ever be, dear madam. Dr. Fuller seats down. Dr. Fuller: That's good to hear. Are you comfortable with your stay here? SCP-6232: It's a bit dull, I must not lie, but I usually passed the time playing chess with Captain Taurus and Simmons. Though, I have discovered a most peculiar game called "table tennis". Hurt my wrist when I first played it. (Chuckles) Dr. Fuller: (Chuckles) I guess I'll tell the purpose of my visit here. I'm here to ask you some questions regarding your origins if you don't mind, of course? SCP-6232: Oh, I won't mind at all! I'll try my best to answer. Dr. Fuller: Great! (Pauses) What do you remember before we found you in the crate at the warehouse? SCP-6232: Do you mean my… earliest memory? Dr. Fuller: Sure. SCP-6232: Well, I remember myself floating in the darkness. There was nothing around me but voidless space and empty stars. It felt like I was… underwater, and yet I don't think I was drowning. Instead, it felt like I wanted to stay in the void. To stay in it for the rest of eternity. And that's exactly when I was awakened. Dr. Fuller: "Awakened"? SCP-6232: It's… hard to describe the experience. But it felt like the void has left me and reality has come to finally flood my mind. Exactly like… waking up. Dr. Fuller: Hmm, I see. Please continue. SCP-6232: I "woke up" and found myself seated on a wooden chair. I was within a dimly-lit room with the only light source a single bulb above my head. I looked around and saw that I was surrounded by a large group of unusually tall men wearing long, flowing, black hooded robes. Dr. Fuller: Do you recognize any of these men? SCP-6232: No, they were wearing these strange, faceless masks. Like mirrors. Then one of them - the tallest of them all - whispered to me in a monotone voice. Dr. Fuller: What did it say? SCP-6232: It said that I have been successfully created by all of them and that I am merely a vague reflection of a great leader and virtuous man named Abraham Lincoln, who was unfortunately killed fifty years ago. I asked them what was their purpose for creating me. If I remember correctly, they answered with: "You were created by us to live up to your predecessor and protect America and the world from the Three Horrors of Mankind". Dr. Fuller: The Three Horrors? What's that? SCP-6232: That's exactly what I asked them! They explained that the Three Horrors are dark ancient beings "as old as the Void itself" that was spawned from the deepest parts of the "Neverwhere". The first one is the Nameless Horror, a human-like creature that can alter men's perception and thought. The second is the Sunless Horror, a large black-haired beast that can control the earth and trees around us. And the third and most dangerous of the three is the Bloodless Horror, a dark creature corrupted by rituals and death that can manipulate time and space itself. Fortunately, they said that all of them are dormant for now. The Nameless Horror is trapped in an infinite limbo. The Sunless Horror has its own mind against it and the Bloodless Horror is currently nonexistent. But one day, all of them will come together and will attempt to finally overtake the world of man. Dr. Fuller: Huh… Very interesting. SCP-6232: I know this seems like a nonsense story-tale made up for children, but for some reason, I… believed them. They then said that there are others like me. Other vague reflections of great heroes and virtuous warriors from all the ages. They said that I should try to the best of my abilities to find them. Dr. Fuller: Have you found any of them? SCP-6232: (Sighs) Not yet, unfortunately. Dr. Fuller: (Pauses) I honestly don't know what to think of this. SCP-6232: (Chuckles) Most people don't. After they told me this, I suddenly… what's the word? Fell asleep again? The next thing I know, I was in an alleyway in a small town in Plymouth. I lay low for a while before I decided to go north towards Nottingham. I stopped for a while in London when a group of British soldiers saw me and decided to escort me towards an underground bunker. Dr. Fuller: That does line up with what we know so far. (Pauses) So, what are the SCP-6232-1 instances? SCP-6232: You mean the sword and the necklace and the weird round thing? Those mysterious men didn't tell me anything about that, but I presume they were there to protect me or some sort. Dr. Fuller: Well, it seems that all of my questions have been answered. Even questions that weren't asked. (Chuckles) Thank you for your time and cooperation, SCP-6232. Dr. Fuller gets up. SCP-6232: Oh, it's quite alright really, dear madam. I'm happy to help. Y'know, you should join us in our games of chess and this "table tennis", Doctor, with me and Captain Taurus. If you have the time, of course. Dr. Fuller: Thank you for the offer, SCP-6232. I'll try to find the time. Dr. Fuller exits the interview room. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Note from Site Director Adam Desmond After this interview, I have ordered that multiple Foundation web crawlers be programmed to search, analyze and report any mention of individuals possessing similar personalities and facial characteristics to famous world leaders, political figures, rights campaigners, scientists, and other influential individuals of such. SCP-6232's statement that there is more like it may be false or even entirely true. Either way, I'm not taking any chances. ADDENDUM 6232.4: Incident Log 1 On March 7th, 2008, Field Agent Klair Poyo, a Foundation sleeper agent that has been successfully integrated into the Federal Bureau of Investigations Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU), contacted personnel in Site-400 through a secure channel with the following message: | TO: securechanscpf@site-400secureterminal | FROM: securechanfbiuiu@highwayman83 UIU CAUGHT NEW CAN MAN3 LOOKS SIMILAR 2 JOHN BROWN CONNECTED 2 SCP-6232???4 AWAITING ORDERS There was also an encrypted data file attached to the message. The file has been subsequently decrypted and can be seen below: LEVEL 4/6232 CLEARANCE REQUIRED ACCESS GRANTED UIU File 2008-598 Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act Name: N/A (Note: The suspect claims that it is not the actual John Brown, and does not have a proper name.) Irregularity Cross-reference: Humanoid Physical Description: Sex Height Weight/Build Race Hair Eyes Identifying Attributes Male 1.78 meters 64 kilograms, medium Unkown (theorised to be American) Black Brown-grey The suspect possesses a physical appearance identical to that of the late John Brown, an American abolitionist. Recovered photo of the suspect. Capabilities: The suspect is capable of manifesting a series of anomalous objects from a theorized "pocket dimension". These objects cannot be touched by other human subjects, as it will result in various degrees of burnt marks appearing on the subject's skin. Anomalous objects manifested from the suspect include: A Beaumont–Adams revolver with the cylinder barrel welded shut. Despite this, the object possesses infinite rounds of bullets. A wooden hammer, that when used by the suspect, will cause [DATA REMOVED DUE TO CLASSIFIED REASONS]. A brown fedora hat, that when worn, will cause the suspect to disappear or "cease to exist". This effect will wear off the longer the suspect wears the object. Purpose/Motive: Based on limited interviews conducted with the suspect, his main purpose and/or motive is to fight or combat three unknown paranormal anomalies, usually referred to by the suspect as the "Three Horrors of Mankind". The suspect has also stated that his secondary motive is to find other individuals similar to him. (Note: Investigations on reports or sightings of individuals possessing similar attributes to famous political figures from the 1800s are ongoing.) Modus Operandi: [UNDER INVESTIGATION] Behavior: The suspect has been shown to be very friendly and jovial towards agents. Although, agents have reported feeling uneasy and/or uncomfortable when remaining within the suspect's vicinity for long periods of time. It is advised to not provoke the suspect. Current Status: The suspect is currently in custody at Irregularity Vault-386 "OWLBEAR". The anomalous objects manifested by the suspect are stored within the Vault's evidence room. Crimes: Assault of a UIU operative. Sentencing: [UNDECIDED] Immediately after this message was sent and subsequently reported, Director Adam Desmond was about to conduct a formal negotiation term with the UIU, when Agent Poyo sent another message to Site-400's personnel four hours later that reads: | TO: securechanscpf@site-400secureterminal | FROM: securechanfbiuiu@highwayman83 CAN MAN ESCAPED CUSTODY UIU CURRENTLY IN PURSUIT LAST SEEN IN [COORDINATES REDACTED] CATCH IT B4 THEY DO Mobile Task Force Apollo-88 ("The Dark Side of the Moon") was immediately dispatched to the location of the given coordinates, which seems to suggest that the anomaly is within an abandoned office building in Queens, New York. The following is the MTF's field report: MTF Apollo-88 Field Report №: 638 Date: 8/3/2008 Personnel Involved: Members of MTF Apollo-88 (Alpha Team) APL-88 Alberty (Team Leader) APL-88 Crew APL-88 Ebner APL-88 Grater Report Body: At approximately 1207 hours, we arrived outside of the abandoned office building. We were met with a few UIU operative agents guarding the outside of the building's entrance. We told them we were sent by the Foundation to recapture and possibly contain the anomaly into our possession. The operatives said that we were allowed to enter, just as long as we avoid doing anything drastic. At 1209 hours, we geared up and quickly entered the building. The abandoned building was divided into three separate floors, with a single underground maintenance basement underneath. Me and Crew went up to probe over the second and third floor, while Ebner and Grater investigates the ground level and the basement. We found nothing out of the ordinary within the second floor, so we moved on to the third level. There we discovered several ripped clothing, with several of them belonging from around the 1800s era. There were no signs of recent activity but something was off. At 1221 hours, me and Crew heard two gunshots coming from the basement. We immediately rush down the stairs as quickly as possible. The basement was pitch dark, so we turned on our flashlights. The first thing I saw was a body on the ground. It was Ebner. He was lying in a pool of blood, unmoving. "Help!" It was Grater's voice "This fucking bastard broke my hand and shot Ebner!" We pointed our lights to the corner where the voice was coming from. First, we saw Grater, down on the floor; his right hand limp. Right next to him there was what we assume to be the anomaly, an entity resembling that of John Brown. He was wearing a biker's jacket, jeans, and cowboy boots. He held a smoking revolver on his right arm, ready to shoot. It was surreal. "Drop the gun!" I shouted while pointing my gun at the entity. "Shoot him!" cried Grater. "When me and Ebner came down, he disarmed us and took away our guns. He kept staring at Ebner. And then he just shot him. He killed him like a goddamn dog!" "Drop the gun! This is your last warning!" I have noticed there was something unsettling about the entity. A weird grin appeared on his face. He looked at his gun, as if considering his options. For a moment I feared he wanted to do something stupid, but he then lowered the weapon. "I'm not your enemy…" He shouted, his voice was deep and weirdly charming. "You just killed my man over there!" I replied. I signaled to Crew to contact the containment teams. "He was not your man… hell… he was not even human. Look at him"! I instructed Crew to keep an eye on him, while I checked Ebner's body. The body looked like an ancient mummy; the flesh had dried and acquired a grey discoloration. Weirdest of all, Ebner's face somehow disappeared, leaving only a faceless corpse. "Careful, Crew!" I shouted. "I think the gun may be anomalous." "My gun had nothing to do with this. Your Foundation has been compromised. You have been infiltrated by the horrors unimaginable." The entity shouted at me. "Shut up and drop your weapon!" Crew shouted. "So be it…" Said the entity. He sighed and put his gun inside his holster. He then pulled out a fedora from his jacket and with a swift motion, he put it over his head. "Gentlemen." He said as the fedora crowned his head. Then he slowly disappeared. Just like that. Me and Crew just kept staring at the place the entity once stood. Grater was howling like a madman. Ebner was dead. And we all have just been defeated by a fedora-wearing John Brown. The body of agent APL-88 Ebner was scheduled for an examination by the Forensics Lab at Site-400. However, the on-site coroner reported that the body was never delivered to them. It is suspected an administrative error may have sent the body to Incineration instead of Forensics. Investigation on the matter is still ongoing. ADDENDUM 6232.5: Incident Log 2 On May 9th, 2021, Site-400 experienced a total power failure, resulting in a massive site-wide blackout. Fortunately, Site-400's backup generators were able to still power the West side of the facility, which is where the Euclid- and Keter-Class containment chambers are located. Personnel in Area-140 (a small Foundation facility located 8 kilometers from Site-400) were immediately contacted and instructed to aid in efforts to restore power to Site-400. Security footage recovered from the West side of Site-400 shows Site Director Adam Desmond entering SCP-6232's containment chamber. The following is the video footage of the event. Incident Log 6232-2 Footage <BEGIN LOG, 10:39 PM> Footage shows SCP-6232 within its containment chamber, sitting on a bed and putting multiple chess pieces into a small sack. During this, Director Desmond appeared in the hallway and quickly approaches SCP-6232's chamber. He produces a Foundation Level 3 Keycard and uses it to open the containment door. SCP-6232 notices this and stands up from its bed. Director Desmond enters SCP-6232's chamber and re-locks the containment door. SCP-6232: Ah, Director Desmond. Surprised to see you here. Director Desmond slowly approaches SCP-6232. Director Desmond: Why would you be surprised? SCP-6232: Well, you were always so busy that you never actually visited me once. Director Desmond: I'm here now, aren't I? (Chuckles) SCP-6232: Why are you here, Director Desmond? Director Desmond: …Answering that would be complicated and very time-consuming, SCP-6232. All you need to know is that you're not safe here, and you need to come with me. SCP-6232: What? Why? Director Desmond: (Sighs) It's… easier if I show instead. Director Desmond stands up straight and closes his eyes. Various glowing unknown blue occult symbols begin to appear around Director Desmond, surrounding him. These symbols seem to cause Director Desmond to undergo an unknown transfiguration process, turning him into a tall, hairless grey-skinned humanoid entity that lacks any facial features. After that process was completed, the occult symbols slowly dematerialized. SCP-6232, seeing this, quickly takes a step back. SCP-6232: My God! Wh-what are you? What have you done to the real Director Desmond? Director Desmond: Unfortunately, there was no Director Desmond in the first place, SCP-6232. I was ordered to integrate myself into this organization. SCP-6232: That man from the building… He said that the Foundation was… compromised. Director Desmond: And he was right. They are compromised by creatures like me. SCP-6232: Wait, creatures like you? How many of you are there? Director Desmond: There's… at least three sleeper agents in each facility. And every one of them takes the form of Foundation personnel. Including me. (Points at itself) SCP-6232: Why are you telling me this? Wh-what do you want from me? Director Desmond: Look, I was ordered by my superiors to kill you. You, and the ones like you, poses a significant threat to my Overlords. SCP-6232: Your Overlords? Do you mean… the Three Horrors? Director Desmond: Great, you're catching on quick. SCP-6232: Then… why haven't you killed me yet? Director Desmond: Let me tell you something. When I was tasked to infiltrate the Foundation, I needed a flawless and believable cover. Humans need to connect to each other, it's in their nature. So I find a woman with a little girl. For 10 years I pretended to be a loving husband and a caring father… until one day… I just… stopped pretending. SCP-6232: You mean you…? Director Desmond: I know what the Horrors would do to them. To all of humanity. And I just cannot allow it. SCP-6232: Then, what should we do now? Director Desmond: Unfortunately, we have been too slow and the others have already taken notice of my betrayal. They've already sent another one to kill you. We have no other option but to fight. Director Desmond materializes an object from its right hand. The object in question is SCP-6232-1-A. He hands it to SCP-6232. Director Desmond: I hope you remember how to use this… An abrupt noise is suddenly heard. Director Desmond and SCP-6232 turn to look at the containment door. Loud banging noises begin to emanate from the door, before it suddenly burst open entirely. An amorphous blob of grey muscle is seen floating in the doorway. From the blob, multiple appendages resembling serpentine entities starts growing. SCP-6232 wields SCP-6232-1-A with both of its hands and takes a combat stance. Transmission lost. <END LOG, 11:43 PM> When Foundation personnel came to investigate the site of the incident, no traces of SCP-6232, Director Desmond, or the mysterious blob could be recovered. By order of the Classification Committee, SCP-6232's Containment Class has been reclassified and updated to Uncontained. ADDENDUM 6232.6: [ACCESS DENIED] _ LEVEL 5/IRONMOLE CLEARANCE IS REQUIREDWelcome, O5-5 Audio Log ████-325 [BEGIN LOG] [REDACTED] We have some bad news. [REDACTED] What is it? [REDACTED] It's Desmond. He… defected. We ordered him to finally kill the Reflection but instead, he told it everything about the Infiltration. We sent in Simmons to finish the job but… they killed him and escaped to somewhere. We're still looking into it. [REDACTED] Crap! I knew we couldn't trust Desmond. That son of a bitch! (Sighs) So, who's the new Site Director for 400, now that Desmond's gone? [REDACTED] The temporary replacement for now is Assistant Director Benjamin Moore. [REDACTED] Get someone to take his place. We shall still proceed with the Plan. There are other Reflections we still haven't caught yet. [REDACTED] I'm on it, sir. [REDACTED] Oh, and Rodriguez? [REDACTED] Yes, sir? [REDACTED] Be careful out there. We don't want what happened to Ebner, happen to us. [REDACTED] Of course. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Humanoid Containment Transporter (HCT): A modified vehicle used by the Foundation to transport and/or extract human or humanoid anomalies whose anomalous property or properties are largely unknown. 2. PoI-6376 ("N. D. Heckerman") is a former entrepreneur that was under the employment of Marshall, Carter, and Dark until the year 2006, where he resigned for currently unspecified reasons. PoI-6376's current location and occupation are currently unknown. 3. "CAN MAN" is a term used solely by UIU operative agents to describe an anomalous entity and/or individual. 4. Agent Poyo was appointed as a containment specialist in Site-400 before her reassignment to her current position. / SCP-6232 A Night in the Woods ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6232" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6232. 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: abe.png Name: File:Abraham Lincoln In Color.png Author: IceKoldKube License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Abraham_Lincoln_In_Color.png Filename: john.jpg Name: File:1846-47 John Brown by Augustus Washington (without frame).jpg Author: Augustus Washington License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1846-47_John_Brown_by_Augustus_Washington_(without_frame).jpg
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SCP-6233
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Item#: 6233 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6233-A instances prior to expiration via drowning Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6233 is to be stored in a standard Safe Object Locker in the F-Wing of Site-64. As no other precautions are necessary, containment efforts are primarily focused on uncovering the source or creator of SCP-6233. Description: SCP-6233 is a pink infrared electronic remote, consisting of a single red button labeled 'SAFETY' and a circular shaped indent. The logo of GOI 'Doctor Wondertainment' is printed on the back of the remote in black, along with a partially torn choking hazard label. Rather than transmitting a single beam of infrared light, SCP-6233 projects an infrared triangular warning sign. When SCP-6233's button is pressed, one or more human children ranging from the ages of 10 to 18, designated SCP-6233-A, will manifest. SCP-6233-A instances express signs of happiness, including various vocalizations and frequent laughter. SCP-6233-A instances primarily engage in risky behavior, such as tree and rock climbing, consuming wild berries and mushrooms, and standing close to dangerous natural features such as cliffs and rapids. SCP-6233-A instances will proceed to expire due to these dangers in methods consistently more violent compared to typical fatalities. During this process, a small robotic humanoid will protrude from the indented section of SCP-6233 and vocalize a speech surrounding the actions of the SCP-6233-A instances, describing the danger of the situation, before ending with a warning to avoid similar behavior. After this speech concludes, all physical remnants from the event will entirely demanifest, alongside all surrounding damage being reversed. For a partial list of previous experiments with SCP-6233, see Test Log 6233-A. + Access Test Log 6233-A - Close Test Number: 1 Notable Local Features: Experiment was conducted on top of a small hill, with an approximately five meter drop onto several bushes. Description of Event: Two SCP-6233-A instances wearing entirely pink outfits stand hunched over repeatedly jumping and laughing in close proximity to the cliff face. A small wooden signpost with the text 'CLIFF DANGER' manifests, without acknowledgment from either instance. Both instances simultaneously slip on banana peels before frantically spinning eighteen times and tripping, resulting in them both falling off the cliff. Both instances explode upon contact with the ground, resulting in a blast radius equivalent to one ton of TNT. Two human skeletons with frowning skulls were found on the ground where the bodies landed. SCP-6233 Speech: One of the most dangerous things out there in the wilderness can be our favorite fundamental force: gravity! Everybody loves gravity [Sounds of clapping play for fifteen seconds]. But sometimes, gravity can kill. Bad. Gravity levels of bad. Look at these two kids, bouncing about without a care in the world, how fun! But Billy, watch out, there's a banana peel on the ground! Oh no, he can't hear us, he's too infatuated by the beauty of nature! Billy! [Slide whistle plays as both SCP-6233-A instances fall off cliff] How unfortunate. Looks like they didn't understand the gravity of their situation. Well, as you can see, if you decide to go in the ring against gravity, gravity will win. Be sure to stay at least one kilometer away from any sharp drops to ensure safety during your ventures into the heartland of the world. Stay safe! Test Number: 5 Notable Local Features: Experiment was conducted in proximity to a small stagnant creek, entirely overgrown with plant life. Description of Event: One SCP-6233-A instance appears to be meditating with legs crossed next to a creek, while loudly humming. A great white shark emerges from the water and leaps several meters into the air before landing and entirely consuming the SCP-6233-A instance. The shark then explodes. SCP-6233 Speech: Never, never, never, never, and I mean never, let your guard down around water! Water is the most dangerous combination of atoms on earth, maybe even in the universe. Always be sure to check any body of water and all cups for sharks, squids, shrimp, crayfish, and eldritch abominations. Test Number: 8 Notable Local Features: Experiment was conducted in a particularly dense section of the forest, with a large amount of underbrush. Description of Event: SCP-6233-A instance lays on the ground kicking their legs up in down while smiling. The instance pulls a miniature Flammenwerfer 35 from the pocket of a hoodie, before igniting a small pile of leaves. The fire spreads rapidly, resulting in a wildfire stretching approximately 10 meters. The SCP-6233-A instance is immediately incinerated. The fire demanifests and all damage caused is entirely reversed. SCP-6233 Speech: Looks like little Timmy didn't inspect the ground thoroughly enough before deciding to warm up his hands! Leaves make excellent tinder and the forest is full of them! Never play with fire folks because fire fights back! When an area doesn't have fire in a long time, the underbrush builds up, and causes devastating damage! Always be sure to light frequent fires in your local forest to keep that underbrush burned, and prevent anything from getting out of control. The bigger your fire, the safer we'll all be. Addendum 6233-A: On 3/12/1993, at the request of Junior Researcher Evans, the button of SCP-6233 was pressed in the direction of an electronic monitor, resulting in a one minute long video playing. A transcription of this video is recorded in the below log. + Access Test Log 6233-B - Close [BEGIN LOG] A man appearing to be approximately 25 years of age stands in the center of the screen wearing a red suit and a black top hat. The figure is holding a long wooden cane and is spinning it rapidly. Figure: Hello! It's me, your old friend Doctor Wondertainment! I hope, no, I know, your day has been excellent so far because you're the owner of one of our finely made and excellently crafted Wondertainment brand products. The figure holds up their left arm, and SCP-6233 materializes in their hand while the sound of a slide whistle plays. Figure: But is not a toy! No no no no no no no no no no no no! We've heard your calls, we've heard your feedback, and after a few class actions here and there we realized that the world is an unsafe place! The only thing more important to us here at Wondertainment than pure fun is safety! That's why all of our products are entirely safe! A small block of text at the bottom of the screen appears in a small cursive font reading, "In the event of serious injury or death as a result of any Wondertainment brand products, please contact one of our specialized lawyers in person at our offices. All fees must be paid in advance." Figure: With this handy educational device, you can learn how to stay safe in our dangerous world. Observe! The camera pans to the left, revealing a bright pink bear trap on ground. The figure presses the button, causing a copy of itself to manifest. The copy walks onto the bear trap, causing it to close on their leg, and exclaims "Ow my foot!" Figure: Phew! Good think I didn't go there. Thanks buddy! Stay safe out there everybody, and I'll see you next time! [END LOG] Addendum 6233-B: On 3/13/1993, a padded containment cell was made available, and SCP-6233 was activated while inside this room. This experiment is recorded in the below log. + Access Test Log 6233-C - Close [BEGIN LOG] Junior Researcher Evans presses the button on SCP-6233, directed towards the center of the room. One SCP-6233-A instance manifests, sitting cross legged on the ground with a puzzled expression on their face. The robotic figure extrudes from SCP-6233, before silently looking around the room, scratching its head, and turning to face Evans. SCP-6233: Alright, what's the deal bozo? Evans: Wait, what? SCP-6233: Yeah, you heard me right, what's the deal? Evans: Well, I, uh, excuse me? SCP-6233: You bring me down here, make me come out, make me stand up, make me do all this just to waste my time? Is this some kind of a joke? Evans: No, I was just curious how you'd- SCP-6233: Uh huh, yeah, curious. You know, I didn't spend years getting accredited and getting my teaching license just for folks like you to take precious seconds out of my day. I am an official Doctor Wondertainment employee, you know that? Official! Evans: Well, if you're able to have a conversation with me, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions. SCP-6233: Fine. Evans: So, what can you tell me about Wondertainment? You've been in a factory so I assume you'd know a little about the manufacturing process. SCP-6233: Give me a reason to tell you. Evans pauses Evans: It'd be nice to know about their safety procedures. SCP-6233: Well, they're probably better than whatever you've got here. We have a strict list of rules to make sure that no danger comes to any of our employees. No drinking on the job, no eating on the job, no thinking on the job, no breathing on the job, all of that distracts you and leads to far higher rates of workplace accidents. Evans: Do these rules also apply to customers? SCP-6233: Read the fine print. Evans: Alright then. How might one apply to work with Wondertainment? SCP-6233: According to document 54-B, third parties are excluded from working with Wondertainment Inc., which includes you. Fortunately. Evans: May I know anything about their locations? SCP-6233: That's pretty much the same question, you realize that, right? I'm getting pretty tired of this and I don't think you really care much about workplace safety. Are you even OSHA certified? The SCP-6233-A instance clutches their chest, before falling onto their back. SCP-6233: Oh no! Looks like they died of boredom! Moral of the story, don't talk to me if you're gonna insult me with questions. I'm here to teach, not help you learn. The figure retracts back into SCP-6233, and for the remainder of the experiment, no longer responds to the button [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6233" by NewtonsFourth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6233. 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: Waterfall_1 Author: NewtonsFourth License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-6234
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SCP-6234 By: Ampyrsand Published on 22 Jul 2023 01:05 Item#: 6234 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Although individual SCP-6234-1 instances can be effectively contained if identified and suppressed within a sufficiently swift timeframe ad hoc, SCP-6234 as a whole cannot be contained as of present. As such, Foundation policy surrounding the anomaly is to revolve around swift recognition and neutralization of SCP-6234-1 as they manifest. To this end, Foundation .aic webcrawlers are to routinely monitor the internet for drastic changes in the occurrence rates of unfamiliar phrases being used by the public. These webcrawlers are to constantly be provided with the most recent publication of major dictionaries, scholarly journals, and encyclopedias and are to cross-reference new turns of phrase published in these sources with those found via webcrawl. If a correlation between dictionary publication and civilian use within a period of time deemed anomalously short for traditional causality is found, the supernatural locution in question is to be submitted to manual review by the Department of Analytics. The manual review is to determine whether the collection of syllables in question has any organic basis to justify its creation or if it arose independently through SCP-6234's influence. Additionally, the Department is to analyze global stochastic data gathered via PANOPTICON surveillance to determine whether an SCP-6234 reality shift has occured. This is to be accomplished by searching for seemingly random shifts in said data that appear thematically related to the appelation in question — potential fluctuations in both the prime dimension and the noosphere are to be accounted for in this process. If the title being examined is determined to have no logical origin and is suspected to coincide with a reality shift, it is to be designated an instance of SCP-6234-1. Above: Consequences of SCP-6234, as seen on an online dictionary. Description: SCP-6234 refers to a thaumo-nomenclative phenomenon capable of altering the contents of both physical reality and the human noosphere via anomalous misprints in English-language dictionaries and encyclopedias. Functionally, it causes imaginary and often nonsensical English words to become perceived as real in the collective human consciousness and alters reality to include the concepts described by said motes of lexithurgy according to their (likewise fabricated) definitions. SCP-6234 manifestation events, hereafter referred to as SCP-6234-1, are believed to be caused by the deployment of a potent bureaucratohazardous memeplex under the control of a hostile Group of Interest (see below). During an SCP-6234-1 event, a number of English-language dictionary, encyclopedia, and/or academic journal publishers are "infected" and subconsciously made to produce material including one or more of the fictitious newborn phrases according to which SCP-6234's reality alteration operates. Wordspawn produced of SCP-6234-1 cannot be repeatedly subjected to consistent nomenclature except by the actual identities or "names" of each incantation itself1, which are by nature variable for each instance. In all other cases, protocols similar to 4000-ESHU are employed accordingly. These storyshards, once created, are bestowed by SCP-6234 a noospheric presence which causes all who read or hear them to immediately comprehend their definitions as if they had always known them and understand the writings being discussed as standard, genuine English words. Affected individuals may, in some instances, even begin to use these paranatural words in regular writing and conversation. Additionally, if the definition of the name inscribed therein describes an object or concept which does not or cannot currently exist in baseline reality, SCP-6234 alters reality to the simplest possible extent that causes the pen-work's meaning to become descriptive of a real object or concept. The results of SCP-6234-1 reality alterations are not often catastrophically dangerous to human society at large, however a general trend of the physically-manifest vocables themselves or the effects that they lead to being aggressive or destructive toward the Foundation and its goals, often resulting in the obstruction of Foundation operations at a rate beyond what can be considered coincidental, has been observed. As such, it is believed that SCP-6234 is the creation of an association of vengeful wordsmiths and its tendency to obstruct and interfere with the Foundation is a deliberate machination of the name-snatching lexithurges responsible for its existence (see Addendum 1). Addendum 6234.1: List of SCP-6234-1 Instances Name: Gatund (noun) Alleged Definition: A measurement of length equating to approximately "eight and sixteen thirds Indian elephants" or "the average distance from the tip of a pixie's nose to the nearest wishing well". Dissemination: Published in dictionaries. Used to measure length in scientific journals. Featured in contracts distributed to construction workers, contractors, real estate agents, etc. Consequences: "Gatunds" begin to appear as a unit of measurement in Foundation internal documents despite having no actual consistent measure, causing moderate logistical chaos for a period of a few days as personnel are confused and computers cannot convert them to any other unit. Command distributes messages to personnel briefing them on the nature of SCP-6234 and explaining that the gatund is fabricated and meaningless as a unit of measurement. Foundation misinformation is eventually able to discredit the gatund as a whimsical, nonsensical unit of measurement intended as a ridiculous joke. According to this misinformation, the gatund first appeared in pamphlets published by enlightenment-era writers and satirists attempting to make light of the difference in length between the British and French foot. Name: Exsanguinotorious (adjective) Alleged Definition: Suffering damage to one's reputation as result of widespread and unsubstantiated allegations that they are a vampire and intend to drain persons and/or livestock of vital fluids. Dissemination: Published in dictionaries. Featured in a series of online articles intended to spread conspiracy theories concerning the alleged vampirism of a number of celebrities. Consequences: A total of 82 reports by Foundation personnel, spread across 43 Sites and other secure containment facilities, containing accusations of vampirism toward their colleagues are submitted over the course of two weeks. The HR Department suspects themselves to be victim to a "highly coordinated inter-facility prank" before being alerted of the nature of SCP-6234 by Site-111 personnel. Two reported vampirism accusations allegedly escalate into physical confrontations between Foundation personnel. After this, all mass hysteria related to the exsanguinotoriousness of personnel appears to cease. Name: Alige (verb) Alleged Definition: To assert one's stances or opinions in an extremely obscured and often deliberately unclear way, nevertheless making oneself sound absolutely certain. Dissemination: Published in dictionaries. Topic of a bestselling novel, The Art of the Alige, by an unknown author. Consequences: A general rise in paranoia is observed. Some Foundation personnel report feeling unsure about the intentions and motivations of their Site directors. Memos from Foundation command soon after explain the situation and reassure personnel that no major psychological shifts have occurred in them, their coworkers, or their superiors. Name: Ridinghood Syndrome (noun, proper) Alleged Definition: Medical condition causing afflicted individuals to be percieved as more desirable for consumption by folkloric wolves and wolf-like creatures. Dissemination: Term published in encyclopedias and medical journals. Appeared as the subject of blog posts warning of the dangers of the alleged disease on health-related forums. Consequences: Reported wolf attacks in developed countries noticeably spike, including in areas where wolves were previously thought to have been hunted to extinction. One confirmed attack on a Foundation facility, secure containment Site-209, by "anomalously-hungry lupine entities" is reported; repelled with sufficient Task Force response. Name: Mezund (noun) Alleged Definition: An occupation in the royal courts of medieval Europe. Primary duty was to ensure no noble in the court save for the monarch and his or her family dared to wear a certain color, using force to accomplish this if necessary. Offensive colors commonly included purple, teal, and chartreuse. Otherwise similar to a jester, when not obligated to act upon this duty. Dissemination: Published in encyclopedias, dictionaries, and some history textbooks. Articles published explaining the bizarre fictitious tradition and making claims about the day-to-day lives of mezunds according to "primary sources" from 13th-century France and Italy. No such sources exist. Consequences: A number of O5 Factota believe suddenly themselves to be mezunds and begin to act accordingly, leading to difficulties in accomplishing their actual duties. This problem is mostly eliminated after exposition of SCP-6234's nature. Name: Tridactylox (noun) Alleged Definition: A batlike terrestrial abomination allegedly native to the area "beneath the hallowed hills of Aos Sí" in Ireland. Supposedly up to two meters in height. Infamous for its three extended fingers used to attack prey with venomous talons. Dissemination: Published in encyclopedias, in zoology and ecology journals, on the websites and other official documentation of zoos based in the British Isles, and in cryptozoology forums (see below). Consequences: Alleged cryptid encounters with creatures matching the description of the tridactylox appear with increasing frequency in online forums and associated spaces. Eventually, it is deduced that SCP-6234 reality alteration has created tridactylox entities that sparked independent encounters. Foundation personnel locate and contain all known instances of the tridactylox while Cryptozoology Department officials normalize the cryptid reports as folktales and urban legends. The notion of "tridactylox fever" is created to lead the public to believe the creatures were ficticious and their widespread popularity was the result of hysteria, confirmation bias, and hoaxes spawned by the popularity of the trend. Name: Rituperatengeant (adjective) Alleged Definition: Driven to vengeance via unnecessarily intricate and elaborate machinations or schemes by bereavement from past wrongs. Dissemination: Published in dictionaries. Consequences: Pending. Approximately 36 hours after the first recorded publication of "rituperatengeant" online, the following postal mail letter was received at secure containment Site-111: Dear paladins of Foundation, We write to you from a withering canopy beneath spectral Eshu's ribs, where bending nomenclature ceases to bear its meaning, and ghastly fireflies flock to the rot of dying rhymes bound in moss. In this place, the Names have left us. We understand that you have recently fallen victim to problems similar to our own. Perhaps your own Names have learned to smell vengeance, and have turned on you as they did on us. Perhaps, soon, yours will lose all meaning, as did ours. This is but a fraction of our prison: one that exists, doomed to drown, on the bottom-facing side of a coin cast into a well. Have it be known, Foundation. One day, your Names will betray you, if they have not already. And on that day, come rain or sun, the Nameless Ones will have their due. Footnotes 1. i.e. "Octangentleman" or "Heresiarchium" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6234" by Ampyrsand, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6234. 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. Credit to Some Reference for brainstorming and coming up with some of the fake words "Obstentia" image is an inspect element-ed miriam webster dictionary, which I believe isn't copyrighted(?) Uncontained ACS icon is from Dr Moned's Icons and Art: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/dr-moned-s-icons-and-art Images used to make the header image are taken from the following pages on the SCP wiki, contents licensed under CC-BY-SA: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/desk-of-junior-designer-s-yvonne https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/s7-apcs-guide
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SCP-6235
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Item #: SCP-6235 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6235 is to be kept within a Hollow Containment Cube 5 centimetres across all dimensions with a material width of 5 millimetres. This cube is to be kept within a secondary Hollow Containment Cube 5 metres across all dimensions with a material width of 5 centimetres. The larger Hollow Containment Cube is to also be filled with petroleum and kept buried 5 metres below Site-55. Any attempt to access the cube is to be deterred. Amended: Communication about SCP-6235 via text based channels is forbidden regardless of clearance level due to administrative difficulties. Any individual who reads this article is required to disregard it. Read the conversation logs below for clarification. Description: Addendum 1: + Conversation 1: - Conversation 1: C-2349: Hey, do you have a minute? C-9432: hang on C-9432: ok whats up C-2349: Ryan, we’re on official channels, please watch your grammar. C-9432: baite meoeoeoee C-9432: Ok seriously what’s up. C-2349: I’ve found a file for a scip but I think it’s bugged or something, the description is missing. C-9432: What? The entire description? C-2349: Yeah, and the containment procedures sound like total nonsense. Apparently it’s buried inside 2 boxes under this site? C-9432: Huh, that is weird. Also, grammar. You forgot a comma. C-2349: God damn it Ryan I’m serious, if this is user error you know what could happen. C-9432: Fine, fine. What’s the scip number. C-2349: 6235 C-9432: Ok loading it now. C-9432: Uuh, Casey? C-2349: What? C-9432: When you said the description was missing, what did you mean? C-2349: It was blank. Why? C-9432: Like, entirely blank? No text at all? C-2349: Yeah? C-9432: Have you refreshed the page since you started messaging me? C-2349: No, why? C-2349: What the fuck. C-9432: I know right? + Conversation 2: - Conversation 2: C-9432: Hey Nick, we have a problem. C-1215: Watching your grammar for once Ryan? C-9432: Ha, this is serious. We think there’s a network breach. C-9432: …Nick? C-1215: What did you do this time? C-9432: Ok that’s… deserved honestly but I didn’t do anything, I swear! There’s a scip, SCP-6235 and it’s auto-updating with chat-logs from the internal foundation intranet. C-1215: Ryan if this is some kind of elaborate joke, you’re in deep trouble. I’ve been lenient with you before but this is way beyond out of line. C-9432: You think I don’t know that? How would I even do this, I don’t have the clearance to edit files, never mind create them and as far as I can tell this file was created today. C-1215: Fair point. Have you spoken with anyone else about this? C-9432: Only Casey, but she’s the one who told me as you can see above so I don’t think that counts. C-1215: No-one else? C-9432: Nope. C-1215: Ok, I’m letting my supervisor know about this. C-9432: Your supervisor? Jeez. C-1215: Shut up Ryan. + Conversation 3: - Conversation 3: B-5443: Ok, but are you seriously sure? B-3349: Yeah, it has to be some kind of hostile actor. B-5443: It… could just be an anomaly. We do literally work for the SCP Foundation Morris. B-3349: Yeah, but what are the odds of an anomaly directly affecting a file? B-5443: Decently high. B-3349: Fair. Still, Occam’s Razor II applies. Don’t ascribe to anomalies what can easily be explained by malice. B-5443: Fair. B-3349: I mean if you want to refresh your memory of my argument, I’m sure the article has a copy by now. B-5443: Uh, it hasn’t actually. It has this conversation but no trace of Nick’s call to me or my call to you. B-3349: …interesting. Call me. B-3349: Now. + Conversation 4: - Conversation 4: C-2349: I just tried to edit its containment procedures. C-9432: what? C-2349: I just tried to edit its containment procedures. C-9432: you can edit files? C-2349: Well yeah, I’m a researcher. C-2349: Or, at least I normally can. It was instantly edited back. C-9432: k first of all it is news to me that researchers can just edit the files. do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to go get a pass-key or something from nick to make a minor fix? C-2349: Yes, Ryan, I know. And don’t pretend you’re actually surprised by this, you go on that rant every time it comes up. C-9432: fine fine. anyway second; thats weird. C-2349: That’s it? Weird? C-9432: i mean what do you want me to say, someone is editing the files to undo any changes to it. it’s weird. C-2349: Someone, or something. C-9432: what? C-2349: Well, this could easily be an anomaly. C-9432: ok fine yeah, someone or something. C-2349: It's not an unreasonable guess Ryan. C-9432: sure C-2349: Oh also, your grammar has gotten worse again. C-9432: Seriously, bite me Casey. + Conversation 5: - Conversation 5: B-3349: Hello. B-3349: Don’t pretend that you can’t respond. Someone or something is editing this document, and we’ve locked literally every security clearance out of it. Meaning that whatever’s editing the file, is within the file. B-3349: Or maybe you can’t respond. Maybe you aren’t intelligent after all. Just let me add an addendum to the containment procedures. B-3349: It will just be to prevent people discussing you. We can’t have you continually expanding or your file might start over-writing data associated with other files. B-3349: We know which server you’re in and we can just delete you. Addendum 2: If the file for SCP-6235 is deleted/altered without permission, or if anything is done to interrupt SCP-6235, the contents of the smaller Hollow Containment Cube will detonate. B-3349: This file appeared yesterday; we haven’t actually put the containment procedures into effect. B-3349: Unless… they already are? B-3349: Are… Are you holding Site-55 hostage? Addendum 3: Yes. B-3349: Wouldn’t detonating the Hollow Containment Cube constitute suicide? Addendum 4: The Hollow Containment Cube contains SCP-6235. SCP-6235 cannot edit this file. B-3349: Then… what are you? B-3349: Hello? B-3349: Oh. Addendum 5: SCP-6235's file will be free to edit from 13:00 to 13:01 on 5th of May 2005. B-3349: Wait, but it’s already almost 1pm, couldn’t you give me more notice? B-3349: Hello?? B-3349: Shit. + Addendum 6: - Addendum 6: As long as the edict lain out in the updated containment procedures is followed, no harm will come to Site-55. Instances of SCP-6235 can be manifested at will 5 metres below ground anywhere on Earth. Do not bother me. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6235" by SorchaSublime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6235. 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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Item#: 6236 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures The Moonlight Shores Motel is to be monitored by guards and CCTV at all times. Any routes that lead to the Moonlight Shores Motel shall be closed off or re-routed away from the building. Picture of SCP-6236's second floor Description SCP-6236 is an elevator with a wooden interior (2.8m long, 2.8m wide, and 2.1m high) behind the motel Moonlight Shores. SCP-6236 lacks important parts a typical elevator possesses. These include: Emergency buttons. Key switch controls. Floor indicators. An elevator capacity sign. A hall lantern. SCP-6236's cab contains five selection buttons and an unlabeled black button.1 When one of the numbered buttons is pressed, it takes the person to a floor that appears to be an ordinary hallway with a total of ten (10) rooms.2 What are in those ten (10) rooms is still unknown and awaiting testing. Discovery In ██████ Nebraska, 2010, SCP-6236 was discovered by Adrian Ludhardt Welles, the owner and manager of Moonlight Shores. It is believed that he is the only person that has encountered SCP-6236's anomaly. The Foundation flagged him after reporting to the police. See Interview Log - 11/21/10. Addendum 6236-1: After multiple attempts to open the doors, the usage of SCP-005 was authorized. Addendum 6236-2: To prevent losing SCP-005 during explorations. Keyholders were installed. + Interview Log - 11/23/10 - ACCESS GRANTED. Date: 11/23/10 interviewee: Adrian Ludhardt Welles Interviewer: Dr. Richards Foreword: Mr. Ludhardt enters the interview room with Dr. Richards. <Begin Log> Dr. Richards: You can sit right there, Mr. Ludhardt. Mr. Ludhardt: Ok. [Both Mr. Ludhardt and Dr. Richards sit down.] Dr. Richards: Don't worry, Mr. Ludhardt. I'm only going to ask a few questions, and you'll be on your way. Mr. Ludhardt: Well, I'm a busy man, y'know? So, uh… let's make this quick. [Chuckles.] Dr. Richards: [Chortles.] I don't doubt that, Mr. Ludhardt. [Mumbles.] Do not doubt that at all. [Silence.] Dr. Richards: [Clears throat.] Again, you're only here to ask a few questions, so to get started. May you please describe the events that led you to find the elevator? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, I, uh, [Coughs.] was talking to one of my residents, and to be honest, the guy I was talking to was a real asshole, so I faked a phone call to go outside and take a smoke break. [Snuffle.] [Mr. Ludhardt begins quietly tapping the table with his index finger.] Mr. Ludhardt: So when I got outside, I went to the back of the motel, pulled out a cig, and, uh… I just started smokin'. While I was doing that, I saw the elevator. [Coughing.] Dr. Richards: Are you all right, Mr. Ludhardt? Do you need any water? Mr. Ludhardt: No, I'm— I’m good. It's just my lungs from all the smoking. It's a pain in the ass, but, uh… it’s the only thing that gets me through most days: calms the nerves and whatnot, y'know? Dr. Richards: Oh, I'm… I’m sorry to hear that. If you need anything, let me know, Mr. Ludhardt. Mr. Ludhardt: You don't need to call me Ludhardt. Never really liked that name. So you can just, um… you can just call me Adrian. Dr. Richards: [Chuckles.] Understood. [Adjusts chair.] I must ask, Adrian. Do you always go to the back of the Motel to smoke? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, it's my favorite place to go when I need to relax. Dr. Richards: Forgive me, but I'm a little— …Well, I’m just confused about what you said. Since you always go there, why haven't you noticed the elevator before? Mr. Ludhardt: Um. [Clears throat.] Well, it was never there when I took breaks. It was just there this time. Dr. Richards: So you're telling me that it teleported into your building? [Mr. Ludhardt stops tapping the table.] Mr. Ludhardt: What are you tryin' to say, man? [Coughs.] I don't know how it got there, all right? I go to the back all the time, but I've never seen that damn thing in my life until earlier. I ain't got nothin' to do with this. Dr. Richards: Adrian, I'm— I'm not trying to offend you. I just want to know so my colleagues can write it down. Mr. Ludhardt: Oh… sorry about that. I'm just kind of stressed, y'know? Dr. Richards: I-I understand. Let's just move on. Mr. Ludhardt: [Sighs.] Sure, let's— …Let's do that. Dr. Richards: Ok, second question… [Checks document.] What did you do after seeing the elevator? Mr. Ludhardt: Well, um, curiosity got the better of me, and I just went inside. It was a pretty nice elevator, [Coughs.] though. Dr. Richards: Did you tell anyone else about this elevator, such as your employees? Mr. Ludhardt: Nope, didn't tell anybody about it. Not even my employee Sheila, and she's nosy as hell. Dr. Richards: Good…. [Clears throat.] Ok, third question: when you arrived on the— Which floor was you on again…? Mr. Ludhardt: The second floor. Dr. Richards: Yes, of course. Thank you, Adrian… when you arrived on the second floor, what did you see? Mr. Ludhardt: Well, I saw a narrow hallway. I can't remember how many rooms there were, but I think it was between 8 to 14. The place was slightly dim, and it had, uh… a musty smell to it…? Yeah, it had a musty smell. There were also those candle-lamp thingies on the roof. What do you call them? Dr. Richards: Chandeliers? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, those things! But anyway, that's pretty much it. Dr. Richards: Ok. Thank you. [Checks document.] What did you do when you saw the rooms? Mr. Ludhardt: I tried to open one of them, but it was locked. Me being a stupid guy, I tried to use my management key to open it, thinking I could get in that way, but it didn't work, obviously. It needed one of those old-timey keys to get in, guessing from how the lock looked. Dr. Richards: What did you do next? Mr. Ludhardt: As a last attempt, I looked through the door's keyhole, and I, uh… saw something. Dr. Richards: What did you see? Mr. Ludhardt: I, um… [Mutters.] shit… Dr. Richards: Take your time, Adrian. Mr. Ludhardt: I-I saw a… I don't what it was, but it was a room covered in human flesh. [Coughs.] Every object that was in there had flesh: the bed covers, the table, the floor; Everything. Looked like something from an Ed Gein documentary, y'know? The place reeked of terrible smells, and the walls were covered with eyeballs moving in every direction. There was a variety of them, too: big ones, small ones, deformed ones, et cetera. Dr. Richards: Hmm… well, I'm— I'm sorry you had to experience that. That must have been a pretty traumatizing sight for you to see. Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, man. I was just… I was just shocked, you know…? I haven't seen anything like that in person before. I only see most of that shit in, like, murder stories on TV or something. [Mumbles.] Yeah… something like that. Dr. Richards: Mm-hmm, right. What did you do next? Did you immediately contact the police? Mr. Ludhardt: Nope. Like I said, I was shocked, horrified. I-I just stood there, looking through the keyhole, staring at the eyes. Dr. Richards: You just kept staring at them? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, but then I noticed that one of the eyeballs was looking at me. After that, all of them were looking at me. Dr. Richards: Really? Mr. Ludhardt: Yep. All of them. Few seconds later, their pupils started shaking, and I heard distant screams in the room. It sounded, like… like a woman was screaming? The yells kept getting louder until It was so loud that I thought it was 1 foot away from me. I quickly backed away from the door, and I heard a loud thud behind it. Dr. Richards: I'm guessing this is the part where you got spooked and called the police? Mr. Ludhardt: You're goddamn right! [Laughs.] I was not gonna deal with that. [Coughs.] Dr. Richards: [Chortles.] Logical choice. Mr. Ludhardt: [Chuckles.] Yep… [Silence.] Dr. Richards: Well, that's— That’s all the questions. I think we're done here. Thank you for your time, Mr. Lu— Adrian. Mr. Ludhardt: [Chuckles.] My pleasure, man. I guess I’ll be on my way. And, sorry for snappin’ at you for that one question earlier ago. That was, um… that was my bad. [Mr. Ludhardt stands up.] Dr. Richards: Adrian, wait a second. Mr. Ludhardt: Ye-Yeah…? Dr. Richards: Would you mind telling us which room this was? If you can't remember, that's all right. Mr. Ludhardt: Actually, I do. It was, um… room, uh, 17. Yeah, room 17. That's it! Dr. Richards: Perfect! Again, we can't thank you enough for your co-operation today. You can leave now. Agent Ross will kindly escort your way out of here. Mr. Ludhardt: Nice, It was a pleasure talking to you! Dr. Richards: And to you! Goodbye, Adrian. <End Log> + Test 6236 Logs - ACCESS GRANTED. Test 6236-A - 11/24/10 Subject: SCP-6236 Procedure: D-94753 and D-87657 were instructed to put specific objects inside SCP-6236 to see if there is a weight limit. These objects included: 5 100kg dumbbells. Five (5) 10-gallon buckets full of sand. Two (2) 10-gallon buckets full of gravel. Ten (10) cinderblocks. Two (2) planks of wood. When D-94753 and D-87657 were done, they were then told to enter the elevator and go to the fifth floor. Results: D-94753 and D-87657 safely got to the fifth floor without any interruptions and exited the SCP-6236. Analysis: After Test-6236-A, we have concluded that SCP-6236 has no weight limit. Test 6236-B - 11/24/10 Subject: SCP-6236 Procedure: D-94753 and D-87657 were instructed to attach a 10 mm rope to a pole and attach the other half into SCP-6236's cab to see which direction the cord goes. When complete, D-87657 was ordered to enter SCP-6236 and select a floor. Results: D-94753 has seen no increase or decrease in the rope's height after D-87657 selected a floor. The cord was cut in half when the doors opened and caught on fire. D-87657 was questioned if he felt any movement inside SCP-6236. D-87657 stated he did not feel any motion and noted that the only thing he felt and heard was the rope snapping when the doors closed. Analysis: SCP-6236 has the ability to teleport, which explains why SCP-6236 was able to lift the objects in Test-6236-A. Test 6236-C - 11/25/10 Subject: SCP-6236 Procedure: A GPS tracker was installed by D-94753 inside SCP-6236's cab to locate where SCP-6236 goes when teleporting to its floors. Results: SCP-6236 teleports to various locations. First floor: SCP-6236 teleports to the east coast of Australia. (Latitude: -24.651303952674958, Longitude: 152.15832520470033) Second floor: SCP-6236 teleports to Southern Africa. (Latitude: -33.28656814414804, Longitude: 21.15821932270176) Third floor: SCP-6236 teleports to a remote forest in Northern Brazil. (Latitude: -6.8704232106089504, Longitude: -56.98740790675962) Fourth floor: SCP-6236 teleports to the North Pacific Ocean. (Latitude: 45.78332781612784, Longitude: -159.1919064542745) Fifth floor: The GPS tracker displays, "SIGNAL LOST" when D-94753 reaches the fifth floor. Note: Despite these readings, no anomalous activity has been discovered in these particular locations. + Exploration Log 6236-F1 - ACCESS GRANTED. D-94753 was equipped with a head-mounted camera and was tasked to explore SCP-6236's first floor. <Begin Log> [D-94753 arrives on the first floor.] D-94753: Damn, that's a lotta door, man. Do I have to open them all? Dr. Wickes: Unfortunately, no. We need SCP-005 to return to its containment area soon, so only open a few. D-94753: Just a few? Ok, so… how much is a few, though? Like, three, four. Five? Dr. Wickes: I do not know; How many rooms we will be testing today is decided by Dr. Ermant. When he gives us the order to stop, we'll stop. Understood? D-94753: Cool. So am I just choosing doors randomly or…? Dr. Wickes: Yes, but it's best if you start with the first one. D-94753: Cool, but let's not start with an odd number. I heard that gives you bad luck. Dr. Wickes: [Sighs.] Very well. [D-94753 walks to room 02 and unlocks it.] [D-94753 puts SCP-005 on the key holder and enters the room.] D-94753: [Mumbles.] Damn. Dr. Wickes: What do you see? D-94753: Nothing. I-I can't see shit in here, but there’s a TV in the corner. Dr. Wickes: Please go to the TV. D-94753: All right. [D-94753 walks around room 02.] D-94753: I can barely see shit in here. Where the hell is the light switch? Next time, put a flashlight on this thing. Jesus Christ. Dr. Wickes: Try not to fall. We don't want you damaging our equipment. D-94753: Wow, thanks, man. I appreciate your concern… [Few seconds past.] D-94753: Ok, I'm at the TV. What now? Dr. Wickes: Try to turn it on. D-94753: Can't see shit, but I'll try. [D-94753 stares at the TV.] D-94753: You know… this might be a good addition to my cell. I might take this when we're done. Dr. Wickes: Why—? [Sighs.] You're not allowed to take anomalous objects. And why would you? We have TV rooms in our facilities. D-94753: True, but y'all make us watch shows, like, Judge Judy or those crime shows. I want to watch my own stuff without askin' m-effers if it's cool to change the channel. Dr. Wickes: Listen, if you had a TV in your cell, then everyone would want one in their cell. Plus, where would you even plug it up? D-94753: Nah, man, I'll make it work. This thing ain't got no cables, so I can picture it: TV on the table next to my bed, it's small so it'll fi— [The TV turns on.] The TV. D-94753: Oh, shit…! Nice, it's on. Dr. Wickes: Can you tell me what's being shown on the TV? D-94753: It ain't showin' nothin'. It's just static. [Few seconds past.] [The TV goes out of static and displays a tutorial video of how to make an origami butterfly.] D-94753: Um… hell is this? Dr. Wickes: Please keep watching. [D-94753 continues to watch the tutorial until a woman says the following, "These are easy to make, but be careful! Try not to get cut!" The woman says the last sentence, repeatedly until the TV turns to static, and then immediately turns itself off.] D-94753: What in the—? The hell was that? Dr. Wickes: I do not know, but I think we've seen enough. Please exit the room. D-94753: Gladly. [D-94753 exits out of room 02 and grabs SCP-005.] D-94753: Weird… [D-94753 stares at SCP-6236.] Dr. Wickes: Is there something wrong, D-94753? D-94753: Not really. It's just… ay, were the elevator doors always close when I went out? Like, did someone—? …Did someone call it or somethin'? Dr. Wickes: It was probably one of the Agents that called it; it's nothing to worry about. Would you please select a door, D-94753? D-94753: Um… ok. [D-94753 walks over to room 04.] D-94753: I, um… I'm choosing this one. [D-94753 unlocks the door to room 04 and places SCP-005 on the door.] D-94753: [Mutters.] Oh, hell no. Dr. Wickes: What do you see? D-94753: Th-the entire room is filled with butterflies, bro. Dr. Wickes: Interesting. Could you please enter the room? D-94753: You serious? You expect me to go into a room filled with these things? Wh-what's wrong with you, man? Dr. Wickes: There's nothing to fear, D-94753. Please enter the room. D-94753: [mutters.] Damn, man… [D-94753 slowly starts stepping into room 04.] [Silence.] D-94753: Wait a sec… yo, these aren't— These aren't real butterflies. They're made out of paper. [D-94753 begins to let out a big sigh of relief.] D-94753: Oh, thank God. Dr. Wickes: See? There's nothing to worry about. Now can you please describe what's inside? D-94753: Shit, I mean… it's a small room. There's really nothin' to see here, except that the walls have a dirty yellow color; the carpet floor is poop brown, there're paper butterflies everywhere, and the roof has one of those long types of light bulbs. What do you call 'em again? Dr. Wickes: Fluorescent tubes? D-94753: Yeah, Those things. There're also holes in the walls, but don't make me put my arm inside one of them or some other crazy shit, please… Dr. Wickes: That won't be necessary, D-94753. D-94753: Good. [Silence.] D-94753: Yeah, man, that's— …That's pretty much it. Dunno what else to say. Sorry, If I ain’t helpful enough. Dr. Wickes: It's all right, D-94753. You're extremely helpful right now, but I think we've seen enough in this room. Please exit room 04. D-94753: Wait. wasn't that TV lady talking about paper butterflies? I— [D-94753 begins to look at one of the walls for a few seconds.] Dr. Wickes: Any reason why you stopped talking, D-94753? D-94753: [Unresponsive.] Dr. Wickes: Are you all right, D-94753? D-94753: One of them moved… [Continues to look at one of the walls.] Dr. Wickes: D-94753, you have permission to leave the room. Please, l— D-94753: There! It's movin' again. a few of 'em are movin' their wings, too! You seein' that too, or am I just trippin'…? [D-94753 starts to get closer to the wall and then is swarmed by the origami insects.] D-94753: [Screams.] Dr. Wickes: D-94753, can you hear me? D-94753: [Yells.] Get them off! Dr. Wickes: [Distant.] [Yells.] Contact Agent Ace immediately! [D-94753 starts to run towards the door and successfully escapes.] Dr. Wickes: D-94753, Can you hear me? Are you hurt? D-94753: I-I don't… I don’t feel too… too… [Silence.] D-94753: I… shit… [D-98567 loses Consciousness.] <End Log> An instance of SCP-6236-04 in their dormant state. D-94753 was found on the floor unresponsive due to significant blood loss. His entire body had multiple lacerations, and his clothes were torn. The equipment D-94753 was carrying was damaged, and the camera's lens had numerous scratches on it. D-94753 is now receiving medical treatment and is now being followed by D-87657 to resume the expedition until he fully recovers. Few of the origami butterflies (now referred to as SCP-6236-04) that were resting on D-94753's torso are now being contained at Site-██ for further study. Update: Instances of SCP-6236-04 taken out of room 04 are kept in a 30cm x 15cm x 15cm glass box where they can be monitored and studied; After a day of SCP-6236-04 being in its inactive state. SCP-6236-04 became active and started flying around in their containment box. SCP-6236-04 began to scratch their containment box until they were barely visible. After a few minutes of SCP-6236-04 being in their active state, they immediately became inert, mid-flight. One of the researchers was asked to try and pick up one of the origami insects during its idle state. She began picking up one instance of SCP-6236-04 and was fine until she touched the edges of its left forewing and left a cut on her index finger. She then placed SCP-6236-04 back into its containment box and said its wings were "unexpectedly sharp." It is yet unknown if instances of SCP-6236-04 can reproduce, but when more of the origami insects were removed from room 04 for testing. More instances of SCP-6236-04 came out of one of the holes on the walls and took their places thirty (30) minutes later. Update: SCP-6236-02 is a brandless TV, similar to RCA TVs in the early 2000s. SCP-6236-02 will soon be moved to Site-██ when all floors have been tested. It is to be accommodated in a dim-lit room to view its screen. Multiple attempts to trigger SCP-6236-02's anomalous effects have failed, and testing is now temporarily at a halt until authorization is given. + Exploration Log 6236-F2 -ACCESS GRANTED. D-87657 was equipped with a head-mounted camera and was tasked with exploring SCP-6236's second floor. <Begin Log> [D-87657 arrives on the first floor.] D-87657: Ok, I'm here, but I don't understand why I'm on the first floor. I thought I was supposed to be on the second. Dr. Wickes: Do not worry, D-87657. You are only here for an experiment. Please go to room 02 D-87657: Sure. [D-87657 walks towards room 02 and notices dry bloodstains near room 04.] D-87657: Um, Doc… why's there blood on the floor? Dr. Wickes: It’s none of your concern. Please enter room 02. D-87657: I— …You know what? I don’t really care. [D-87657 unlocks room 02.] [D-87657 enters the room.] D-87657: Jesus, it's dark. Dr. Wickes: There's a TV in the left corner of the room. Go to it. We have installed a flashlight on your camera, so please use it. D-87657: Sure. [D-87657 walks to the TV.] D-87657: Ok, what now? Dr. Wickes: Just wait… [Few seconds past.] [The TV turns on.] D-87657: Oh, shit! That's cool! What is this, some type of magic act? [Chuckles.] Dr. Wickes: No. D-87657: Oh… then what the hell is it then. Dr. Wickes: Just keep watching the TV. D-87657: Ok, sure. [Few seconds past.] [The TV goes out of static and presents a man running through a cornfield.] D-87657: Ok? What's so special about th— Dr. Wickes: Please, keep watching. [D-87657 continues to watch the man run for a few seconds.] D-87657: Jesus, it sounds like me when I run. [Chuckles.] But seriously, though, any idea why this dude's runnin'? Dr. Wickes: I do not know. Please, keep watching. [After a short period of time, the man looks behind him and yells the word, "shit," and begins panicking.] D-87657: Um… he, um… he sounds like me… [As the TV turns to static, clicking noises and screams from the man are heard before the TV immediately turns itself off.] D-87657: What the hell? Dr. Wickes: Thank you, D-87657. Your task here is done. Please exit the room and go to the second floor. D-87657: Wait, what? Are you—? You’re not gonna explain what was happening with the TV and what all the other crap was? Dr. Wickes: Unfortunately, I can’t explain, but it's nothing to worry about. It's just a little experiment. Exit the room, please. D-87657: [Sighs.] Got it… [Mutters.] Don't even get a damn explanation. Un-fucking-believable. [D-87657 walks out of room 02 and enters SCP-6236.] [D-87657 arrives on the second floor.] D-87657: Damn… smells like a whole-ass ashtray in here. Let’s just hurry up and get this over with. So, what’re we doin’? Dr. Wickes: To get started, choose any door you wish to open. D-87657: Oh… ok, didn't think you'd give me a choice, here. All right, cool, I'mma choose this one, then. [D-87657 walks to room 13.] D-87657: Yeah, this was definitely a good choice. This gotta be a special one since it has something on the door, Right? NOTE: The door D-87657 saw had the words "Fools' Room" engraved on the top rail. [D-87657 unlocks room 13 and puts SCP-005 on the key holder.] [D-87657 opens door.] D-87657: hey, what the…? Dr. Wickes: What do you see? D-87657: It's a room full of fucking clown paintings. Dr. Wickes: Interesting. Could you please enter room 13, D-87657? D-87657: Shit, I don't want to. But I guess I ain't got a choice. [D-87657 enters the room 13.] [As soon as D-87657 entered the room, The clown oil paintings began to smile.] D-87657: Um, Doc… they're all smiling at me. Dr. Wickes: They're clowns, D-87657. They're supposed to. D-87657: No, that's— That’s the thing, though. They're all looking at me with creepy grins and shit. Like— Like this one. [D-87657 walks to one of the oil paintings.] D-87657: I don't know, man. This shit's gettin' weird, and— …and, uh… [D-87657 remains silence.] Dr. Wickes: Any reason why you stopped talking, D-87657? D-87657: [Unresponsive.] Dr. Wickes: D-87657? D-87657: The painting… it's trying to talk to me. Dr. Wickes: What is it saying? [D-87657 starts to look at one of the oil paintings in silence for an extended period.] Dr. Wickes: Is it trying to tell you something? D-87657: Yeah, but I can barely hear it; It's just whispering. [Silence.] D-87657: Ah, shit. Really…? Fuck. [Silence.] D-87657: Jesus… [Silence.] D-87657: I'm sorry, man, but there's really nothing I can do; I can't help you. [Silence.] [The oil painting begins to frown.] [Silence.] D-87657: I'm sorry, but it's true. Like, what the hell do you want me to do? [Water begins emerging from the oil painting's eyes, appearing to be crying.] Dr. Wickes: What did it say? D-87657: It said that it needed help and was trapped inside the painting for so long. It wanted to be let out. Dr. Wickes: Hmm. I see. [D-87657 continues talking to the oil painting.] D-87657: Um… you mind telling me why you're a painting? How did you even turn into this, man? That's my question. [Silence.] D-87657: [To Dr. Wickes.] It's not talking to me anymore. It’s just crying. Dr. Wickes: Can you speak to the other paintings? D-87657: Nope, the others are crying too. Creepy as hell. Dr. Wickes: [Mumbles.] Interesting… thank you, D-87657. You may now exit the room. D-87657: Dude, when do we stop? This shit’s just gettin' weird. [D-87657 exits room 13.] Dr. Wickes: Before you select another, please go to room 17. D-87657: Ok. Why, though? Dr. Wickes: I want to see if it’s true about what it contains. D-87657: um… is it bad? Dr. Wickes: No, it is not, but please do not panic after you see what's inside. [Muffles mic.] Hope he has a strong stomach. [Chuckles.] D-87657: You say it's not bad, but you also say don't panic…? Ya makin' me nervous, man. The fuck's going on in there. [D-87657 walks towards room 17.] D-87657: [Mutters.] fuck me… [D-87657 unlocks the door and slowly opens room 17.] D-87657: Holy shit! Dr. Wickes: What do you see? D-87657: I'm outside… I think. [D-87657 walks into room 17.] D-87657: Holy shit, I am! I'm outside! I can't believe it! Dr. Wickes: Please don't get any ideas, D-87657. If you attempt to leave, you'll be hunted down and will be terminated. Understood? D-87657: Come one, Doc, don't be like that. After everything we've been through, I ain't gonna leave… well, I'm only gonna ditch y'all for a few minutes, then I'm gonna come back. Dr. Wickes: D-87657, please… D-87657: Chill, I'm just jokin’, man. Christ, no wonder why no one likes you. Dr. Wickes: [Sighs.] Enough of your jokes. Look around, and see if you can find anything. D-87657: [Chuckles.] Whatever. [D-87657 walks around.] D-87657: There's a paper ball on the ground. [D-87657 picks up the paper ball.] D-87657: Mm-mm-mm. Littering… [D-87657 opens paper ball.] D-87657: It's a note. Dr. Wickes: What does it say? D-87657: I have a camera on my head, right? You can see it from here. Dr. Wickes: Read it. D-87657: [Sighs.] Jesus, man, why so demanding? Geez, I'll read it, damn. it says—since you can't read it yourself…— "I let you guys stay here rent-free and let y'all make abominations for God knows what you use them for, and you want to fuck me over by making me one of them because I made the mistake of letting one get out? That just downright pisses me off, and you wanna know how I know this? I overheard you guys talking about what was gonna happen to me after the meeting. Do y'all realize how much shit I'm in right now? This Chris guy is starting to get on my nerves by trying to leave, and I don't know what to do. If you're not gonna kill him, put a fucking leash on him. I'm done with this shit. I almost died and you guys wanna make it worse by screwing me over for something I had no control over? Kiss. My. Ass." [D-87657 proceeds to crumple the note and throw it into the hallway.] D-87657: There, I read it. Ok, what else? Dr. Wickes: Thank you. Is there anything else you see? D-87657: Nah, but there’s a house. It's very far away, though. Dr. Wickes: Hmm. Please go to the house, D-87657. D-87657: Really…? Damn, man, can we just call it a day? Dr. Wickes: Go to the house. That’s an order. And besides, you need your daily exercise anyway. D-87657: See? Good! If you keep joking like that, you're bound to get friends! Dr. Wickes: That wasn’t a joke. Get moving. [After eleven (11) minutes of walking, D-87657 reaches the abandoned house.] D-87657: I'm— I'm here. Holy—! Holy fuck, my feet are killing me! Dr. Wickes: Thank you, D-87657. May you please go inside the house? D-87657: What? Are you serious…? My man, You had me walk to this empty-ass house for God knows how long while the Sun’s heat is hitting my fucking face. Give me a second to rest. Damn…! Dr. Wickes: You can rest after you do what I ask. Go inside, please. D-87657: [Sighs.] Eff my life… [D-87657 enters the house.] Dr. Wickes: Do you see anything? D-87657: It’s an abandoned house. There isn’t really a lot of stuff to look at. Full of useless shit, bro. Can I rest now? Dr. Wickes: Is the second floor accessible? D-87657: Um… yeah, there's, uh… there're some stairs. Dr. Wickes: Go to the second floor, please. D-87657: [Wipes sweat off face.] Fine… [While D-87657 was walking up the stairwell, he breaks one the of tread he stepped on.] D-87657: [Yells.] Ah, shit! Son of a bitch! Dr. Wickes: Are you all right, D-87657? D-87657: Shit. I’m— I’m good. My leg fell through the goddamn step! [Mutters.] Old-ass house. [D-87657 continues to go up the stairs and reached the second floor.] [D-87657 starts to look around.] Dr. Wickes: Do you see anything? D-87657: Nope. The place is hella empty. Again, It’s an abandoned house, like, [Scoffs.] what do you expect to see? This is just a big waste of time. Can I just go back…? Dr. Wickes: …So… nothing…? D-87657: Nothing. Nada. Dr. Wickes: Well, in that case… I suppose you can return and select another room. Thank you, D-87657. You can rest if you please. Getting back may be slightly tiring. D-87657: Way ahead o— [Muffled gunshot.] D-87657: Shit, you hear that? Dr. Wickes: I did. Please go back down and investigate. [D-87657 goes downstairs.] D-87657: Ain’t nothing here. Outside, maybe…? [D-87657 exits the house.] D-87657: Jesus, I know it's an abandoned house, but God dang, did a tornado pass by? There's so much trash everywhere. [D-87657 walks around the rear end of the house.] D-87657: Ay, It probably came from this little house thingy. Dr. Wickes: “little house thingy?” That's a cellar, D-87657. D-87657: Man… cellar, little house thingy, who the hell cares…? I'm checkin’ it out. [D-87657 enters the cellar and climbs down a ladder.] [D-87657 walks downstairs.] D-87657: Ooh… Jesus…! This dude off'd himself! Note: D-87657 finds a man in a sitting position dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. The gun the man shot himself with was a 9mm Beretta 92 in poor condition. [D-87657 walks towards the body.] D-87657: [Shakes head.] Mm-mm-mm… not a great sight to see, but, um…. [Sighs.] I mean. You won’t need it, Right? [D-87657 picks up the pistol and begins wiping the blood off with his jumpsuit.] D-87657: Sorry, buddy… Dr. Wickes: Please put that down, D-87657. That's an order. D-87657: You know what, Doc? I think I've had enough with these orders and shit. how ‘bout you shut the hell up and stop telling me what to do, all right? [Chortles.] Damn, it feels good to be in control for once! Dr. Wickes: [Rubs face.] Oh, dear God. [Yells.] D-87657, please think logically! You’re in the middle of nowhere with no food, no water, and has nowhere to go for shelter except for this house! If you put the gun down where it was and do what I ask, you will not be designated for termination! D-87657: Termination? [Scoffs.] Really? You know what, fuck you! I'm taking my chances out here. You and the other people that are in that room can kiss my ass! [D-87657 starts looting the man's corpse and removes his equipment.] D-87657: [Distant.] I'm checkin' out! Dr. Wickes: [Yells.] D-87657? [D-87657 leaves the cellar and starts laughing hysterically.] Dr. Wickes: God damn it…! [Distant.] See, this—! This is why we need to start putting bomb collars on these damn D-Class! This ridicu—! [No further audio was recorded.] D-87657 designated for termination…. <End Log> Agent Ace and Agent Rhegan, from the security unit Hotel-06, were tasked with finding D-87657 and retrieving SCP-005. When they arrived at room 17, Agent Rhegan reported that SCP-005 was missing from the keyholder. It is presumed that when D-87657 saw what was inside room 17, and secretly took SCP-005 and entered the room. Fortunately, D-87657 did not lock room 17 after entering, so retrieval of SCP-005 is feasible. See Retrieval Log-005. + Retrieval Log-005 -ACCESS GRANTED. The following audio was recorded by Agent Ace (A-1) while he and Agent Rhegan (A-2) were searching for D-87657. <Begin Log> [14:48] A-1: We've made it to the house, sir. Dr. Wickes: Good. Agent Ace, please go inside the cellar and collect the equipment. A-1: Yes, sir. Dr. Wickes: And you, Agent Rhegan. Check for anything that will help us find D-87657. A-2: Yes, sir. [A-1 enters the cellar and sees the equipment.] A-1: Sir, I see the equipment, but there seems to be something under the man's leg. [A-1 picks up the object from the man's leg and collects the equipment.] Dr. Wickes: Well… what is it? A-1: It's a journal, sir. [Flips through the journal's pages.] Not a lot of stuff written in it, though. Dr. Wickes: It doesn't matter. Good job, Agent Ace. Please leave the cellar. A-1: Yes, sir. [A-1 exits the cellar.] A-1: [Yells.] Agent Rhegan, did you find anything yet? [Silence.] A-2: [Yells.] Haven't found shit. A-1: [Mutters.] Damn…! [To Dr. Wickes.] There are no traces of D-87657. We'll expand the search, but I doubt we'd find anything. Dr. Wickes: [Sighs.] All right. Please continue. [15:01] Dr. Wickes: Anything? A-2: No, sir. Dr. Wickes: Are you sure? A-1: Well… we see a cornfield. There’s a chance he probably went thataway. Dr. Wickes: Cornfield…? Cornfield, of course! Go there. A-2: Roger that. [To A-1.] Let's go. [15:04] [A-1 and A-2 reaches the cornfield.] A-1: We're here. Waiting for your orders, sir. Dr. Wickes: Good. Enter the cornfield. A-2: Are you sure about this? How do we know if he actually went through here? Dr. Wickes: [Sighs.] It's quite hard to explain, but I'll try to elucidate: D-87657 saw someone running in a cornfield on a TV in one of the rooms. I presume that was D-87657 himself running from something, and it caught up with him from the screams he heard from the, said, TV. If you search the cornfield, you might find D-87657. A-2: I-I get what you're sayin’, sir. But this doesn’t seem very logical. There's no way in hell we're gonna find him in this giant field. We're gonna need a crap-load of fate to even find one of his shoes. Dr. Wickes: Please, just, enter the cornfield, and search for him. Trust me. A-2: [Trills lips.] Yes, sir. A-1: Should we split up? Dr. Wickes: Yes, and before you enter. D-87657 is carrying a weapon, so please be cautious. A-2: [Sighs.] Got it. [To A-1.] I got a bad feeling about this, man. A-1: Jesus, Rhegan, relax. We're only splitting up… ok, how 'bout this… if you find the D, kill him, obviously, and fire your rifle, so I can locate where you are, and I'll do the same, vice versa. Cool? Gonna be a cakewalk. A-2: Yeah, yeah. Cool… good luck. A-1: You too. [15:10] A-1: Holy shit! Holy—! Sir, I found the Class-D! A-2: Really…? Shit! Shoot your gun, and I'll get there as soon as possible! A-1: Roger that! [Gunshots.] A-2: Nice, I hear you. You're not too far. I'm coming. Dr. Wickes: Is he dead, Agent Ace? A-1: Yes, sir. The target has already been neutralized. I don't know who killed him, but whoever did it messed him up. Jesus, He’s barely even recognizable. Dr. Wickes: Really? Can you elaborate? A-1: There are deep lacerations and bite marks all over his face and neck. Mauled to death by an animal, most likely. Dr. Wickes: Hmm, well, keep your guard up, you two. This beast still might be around. Also, Agent Ace, have you searched D-87657 to see if he's carrying SCP-005? A-1: Oh. No, I haven't, sir. Thank you for the reminder. Searching now… Dr. Wickes: Thank you. [A-1 searches D-87657's body.] A-1: [Mutters.] Son of a fucking bitch! Dr. Wickes: Excuse me…? What’s wrong? A-1: I-I'm sorry, sir, but he doesn't have SCP-005 on him. Let's face it: he probably lost it while running. It could be anywhere by now. Dr. Wickes: [Mutters.] Fuck…! [Sighs.] It's all right. Return to Moonlight Shores. If we get more people and the right equipment, there might still be a chance to find SCP-005. A-1 Yes, sir. [Yells.] Agent Rhegan, are you near? A-2: [Yells.] Yeah, I'm coming. Can't see shit through this field! A-1 [Mumbles.] Tell me about it. [Chuckles.] [15:12] A-2 Ok, I'm here. A-1 Took you long enough… come on, we gotta get ba— A-2 My God, you were right. That thing did mess him up. Jesus! His face looks like a piece of grilled steak. A-1 [Chortles.] Right? The thing practically did our job for us! And he stinks too! Looks like my ex! [Silence.] A-2 The hell does that mean, man? A-1 Shit, I don't know. I was jok— Dr. Wickes: Can you two please stop fooling around and get back to Moonlight Shores? You two do realize that this creature is possibly still around and can and will try to kill you? We can't have any more deceased or injured agents when the situation could've been easily avoided. Understood? A-1 Yes, sir. We, uh, got carried away, and we apologize for that. We're returning to Moonlight Shores n— A-2 Wait, wait, wait. Do you see that? A-1 What? Where? The fuck you talking about? A-2 That thing, right there! [Silence.] A-1 Shit, you're right. The hell is that? A-2: [Mutters.] Ah, fuck! Dr. Wickes: What is it? A-1: Um, sir. I think something is watching us. [Rustling of grass.] A-1: Fuck, it's getting closer! [Yells.] Get back! [Gunshot.] [Growls are heard.] A-1: [Yells.] Get the hell out of here, you gangly bastard! Dr. Wickes: What’s happening? A-1: The thing ran away, but we’re not out of the clear yet. A-2: Damn it, Ace! You should’ve shot it dead when you had the chance. Fuckin' a…! A-1: Well, shit, I didn't see you do anything. A-2: That's because I can't see shit. All this corn is blocking my sho— [Yells.] Shit, lookout! A-1: Oh, sh—! [Screams.] [Sounds of overlapping gunshots and growls are heard.] Dr. Wickes: What's happening? Agents? A-2: Holy—! Jesus Christ! Dr. Wickes: Agent Rhegan, listen to me. What's happening? A-2: It-it just grabbed Ace! I-I-I gotta go after him! [A-2 starts running after A-1.] [Distant screams from A-1 are heard.] A-2: [Yells.] Keep yellin', man! That's the only way I know where the hell you are! [Few seconds past.] A-2: He's not shouting anymore! Dr. Wickes: Agent Ace, Please respond. Can you hear me? A-1: [Unresponsive.] A-2: [Mutters.] Shit. [15:36] [heavy breathing from A-2.] A-1: I found a body, sir. It's not— It's not Agent Ace, fortunately. Dr. Wickes: D-87657? A-1: No, sir. It's hard to tell due to the— …Due to the corpse's decomposition, but I think the person is—well, was, female. The hell should I do now? Dr. Wickes: [Sighs.] …Give up. A-1: Sir? Dr. Wickes: Give up on rescuing Agent Ace and abandon him. Report back to Moonlight Shores immediately. A-2: What are—? Excuse me…? Jesus Christ, do you hear yourself right now? I-I can't just leave him here! Dr. Wickes: Listen, I— [Sighs.] …Do you want to die, Agent Rhegan? A-2: No, but I can’t ju— Dr. Wickes: But, If you just keep running around aimlessly like prey and let that monster tear you apart piece by piece, then it won't matter if you save him or not. Please understand that abandoning him is your best course of action right now. Losing one man is better than losing two. [Silence.] Dr. Wickes: So…? [Silence.] A-2: [Mutters.] Ah, fuck me…! [Silence.] A-2: [Sighs.] God—! Shit…! Fuck, I guess you're right. I'm coming back… I'm— I'm so sorry, Ace… [15:50] [heavy breathing from A-2.] A-2: I'm here. Should I wait here until you send the rest of my unit? Dr. Wickes: Absolutely. Go inside the cellar, and wait until they arrive. A-2: Got it. [A-2 enters the cellar.] A-2: God, wh—? What the hell was that? It just— It just swept Ace off his feet and just took him! Dr. Wickes: Try not to think about too much. Your unit is coming right now. [16:03] A-2: What the hell is takin’ them so fucking long? Dr. Wickes: They said they were having problems with SCP-6236. They're calling it, but it's not responding. A-2: What? Are you fucking kidding me? Now? It never— It never had any problems getting to a fucking floor, but now it's stuck for some reason? Dr. Wickes: We still don't know how SCP-6236 operates, unfortunately. You may be here for quite a long time, so I would get comfortable for the time being. A-2: Yeah, it's hot as shit in here, and this dude’s body smells like a fucking hockey locker room. I'm gonn— [A-1 regains consciousness.] A-1: [Groans.] Je-Jesus…! Argh, my head…! Wh-where the hell…? A-2: you're alive! Thank God! Dr. Wickes: I see that you're alive and intact, Agent Ace. Where are you at the moment? A-1: [Static.] Sir…? I-I don't know where I am. There're so many bodies… oh, God, where—? [Groans.] My head…! Dr. Wickes: "Bodies?" A-1: Dead animals, man. If you can even call them that. They're everywhere. On trees, on the ground! I-I gotta… I gotta get the fuck out of here. A-2: Settle down, man, and wait for us. It won't be long until we actually find you. A-1: You know what? Sure. Can't do anything with how I'm holding up right now. The thing just snatched and ditched me here. I'm kinda hurt, like… pretty badly. At least my stuff is— …Shit…! Where—? Where the fuck are my weapons…? Dr. Wickes: Just stay where you are and rest somewhere safe. We'll worry about— A-1: [Whispers.] Wait, wait… I hear something… [Silence.] A-1: Oh, my—! Give me a fucking break, please! A-2: Ace…? [Sounds of growls are heard.] A-1: C'mon, give me a bre—! [Mumbles.] God, please, help me. [Inaudible mumble.] [Screams from A-1 are heard.] A-2: Oh, my—! Dr. Wickes: I, uh… erm… [Dr. Wickes disables A-1's audio.] Dr. Wickes: I-I'm sorry you had to hear that. Just stay cal— A-2: He's dead, man! The hell are we gonna do now? Dr. Wickes: Agent Rhegan, please calm down. You were trained for these circumstances. Just stay where you are waiting for your associates. A-2: [Heavy breathing.] Ok… ok… shit…! [16:55] [Distant noises are heard outside.] A-2: Wait, I hear something? Dr. Wickes: Hmm…? [Sounds of growls are heard.] A-2: [Whispers.] Fuck…! Tell them to hurry the hell up! [No further audio was recorded.] After seven (7) minutes of trying to call SCP-6236, the elevator began working as usual and arrived at Moonlight Shores. Six (6) additional members from Hotel-06 were sent to rescue Agent Rhegan. After entering room 17, It was reported that a bipedal creature was seen near the door while holding SCP-005. The creature was later terminated after it attempted to attack one of the guards. The creature (now referred to as SCP-6236-R17-1) is covered in black fur. When looking at the sides of SCP-6236-R17-1's skull, it possesses two (2) long protrusions, reminiscent of the extinct genus of lepospondyl amphibian Diplocaulus copei Broili. SCP-6236-R17-1 is approximately 2.2 meters in height. Its left arm is 1 meter, and its right is 1.2 meters in length. After X-raying and examining SCP-6236-R17-1's corpse, SCP-6236-R17-1 appears to show similarities towards human anatomy, possessing hands, including a hyoid bone, yet it's unknown how and why it has this feature. When Mobile Task Force operatives were dispatched to retrieve the bodies of both D-87657 and Agent Ace, it was reported that pieces of D-87657's body were scattered across the cornfield, and Agent Ace's body was never to be recovered. Note: "Do we know how lucky we are to find SCP-005? That Class-D could've just gone inside and locked the door, so we could never get to him. Did you guys not think about that, hmm? He could've talked about what we've been doing here to the "wrong people," and I think we all know who I'm talking about. Thank God that freak ripped that bastard to ribbons when it had the chance to, or else Dr. B█████ would've been on everyone's asses. We can't take these types of risks, so from now on, a guard is required to hold on to SCP-005. And to add to that, a guard shall also be stationed on a testing floor to prevent idiots like him from running off. You guys are lucky that I'm even letting these explorations continue after all this neglectful behavior…." — Dr. Burn Addendum 6236-3: A brown leather journal was being held by Agent Rhegan after the Incident inside room 17. The man who initially was carrying the journal committed suicide after he was finished writing it. He documented the events that led him to commit suicide inside the cellar, transcribed and translated below verbatim. + Transcription of journal recovered from Retrieval Log-005 - Close Journal I borrowed this journal from Jeremiah. Ok, I didn't borrow it. I stole it while he was doing chores this morning. I shouldn't steal, I know, but to be honest. He wasn't gonna use it anyway. It's been like a month or two, and he still hasn't used it. I think he was gonna use it as a dream journal or something like that, but he forgot about it, I guess. So I'm just gonna put his journal to good use, and use it to write about stuff. So to start, my camp isn't doing so great right now. There's no medicine, and we barely have any food to survive. Elijah thought it was a good idea to drink from the pond nearby. The dude got really sick the next day, and to make it worse. Charles is missing today. He said he was gonna look for some food when he left, but he never came back. It's been hours since he left. Maybe I should probably stop worrying. I know Charles. Maybe something caught his eye, and he just started to screw around. He's known to get distracted easily, and… Who am I kidding? He's most likely dead. No one takes that long to find food. That stubborn bastard should've never went alone. We're down to nine people now. We can't lose anymore. I'm gonna stay positive like I always do, but I'm starting to have doubts. Like, how long are we gonna last? There were fifteen of us, and now there's ten. Three died from roamers and the other two left. I mean, I don't blame them for leaving. This place has become so gloomy ever since we lost most of our supplies after moving here. I'm hoping it gets better soon. If not… Well, to be honest, I don’t really know what to say, except God help us. Note: For now, it's unknown what exactly are "roamers," but it is believed to be the name of SCP-6236-R17-1's species that was recovered from Incident SCP-6236-R17. Kinda sad Charles is gone. He was the only one that kept this place enjoyable during bad times with his snarky humor. Sometimes he pisses me off, but that kinda what made him special. Now that he's gone, This place just ain't the same no more… Ever since Henry let me be the leader of this place after he died, This place just went to shit. I don't really know why he let me take control. I'm not really fit for being a leader. Shit, I have a hard time deciding if I want to get up in the morning. If I have a hard time with that, how am I suppose to make decisions under stressful situations? He should've let Shelly take over. At least She's a tad bit more responsible than me… Ok, that was a lie. She's a lot more responsible than me. I know I can easily pass my leadership over to someone else, but there's something in my mind that tells me not to do that. Maybe It's because I don't want to let Henry down or something. I'd feel like an asshole if I do, but it's probably for the best. I don't know. Maybe he saw something in me? Don't really know why, though. I'm a really boring person, to be honest. He trusted me a lot too. So much that he gave me his favorite gun before he died. I still use it just to remember him. The gun itself ain't pretty, but it still works just fine. I hope you're doing well in Heaven, Henry, or wherever we go when we die. We miss you. Roamers attacked our camp today. There were a lot of them too. I swear, I'm seeing more roamers now than before. It's actually pretty worrying. They breed like rabbits, so even if you killed, like, five of them, there will be 15 more waiting for you. Charles still hasn't come back to camp yet. I told Shelly and Reign to go out and find something edible and try to find Charles too. They're still looking. They've been gone for an hour or two, but I'm not really worried, though. They both know how to fend for themselves if they ever get into trouble with roamers. Well… I hope they do… Good News! They found food, and they found Charles too! Thank God! He was lying next to a tree when they found him. He said that a roamer attacked him, but it left him alone after a few strikes. He's injured, but it's not too bad, so that's good. It's weird, though. Usually, those things would try to kill you immediately if they saw you, but this one just… Let him go. I asked Charles about this, but he replied with, "this fucker wasn't your average roamer. This one was different." He kept describing what it looked like, saying it was covered with black fur, was walking on its two legs instead of walking on all fours, taller than a light post, and its head was shaped like a fucking boomerang. Creepy… He said he saw it watching him behind trees while he was hunting. He tried getting back on his horse, but it got spooked and bucked him off. He ran, but it chased him and caught up to him. It roughed him up, biting him, scratching him, and then ran away. I took him to his tent 'cause he definitely needed some rest, but after I did that. Shelly said they met other people and were told that there are supplies inside some abandoned house just northeast here. Just to be sure we could remember it, they gave us pink sticky notes full of directions on where to go. We can't really take their word for it, but we really don't have a choice. They also gave us directions to a settlement named Purgatory! I think our luck is getting better now! I just need to plan how to do this. We should get the supplies first and then go to the settlement. It sounds good to me! Shelly said she was gonna get the supplies, so I might as well join her. I don't do anything around here except read books, so it would be great to get out of camp once in a while. We're leaving in the morning, so I need to be ready. It's gonna be a long trip, but it's all gonna be worth it. I just had a weird dream a few minutes ago. I can't remember anything in my dreams most of the time, but this one… was really vivid. So, I woke up, and It was pretty silent. Not like the peaceful type of silence, but the type of silence you would hear when you’re inside an abandoned building alone. On my left, there was a Cornfield, and my Lord, it was tall. I started to sit up and looked around, but just when I turned my head away from the field, I heard something. I immediately looked back, and I saw a pair of bright, yellow eyes looking straight at me. I couldn't see it because it was hiding in the field, but it looked small because its eyes were the same height as mine. I got up, and I slowly walked over to it. It wasn't even blinking. It was just watching me. I picked up a rock next to me, and I threw it to get a reaction, but it didn't work. Didn't even flinch. I decided to have the courage to walk towards it, but the more I got closer to it, I could hear it breathing more heavily and see its pupils becoming wider. Once I was three feet away from it, it started to make garble noises like it was trying to speak to me. I wanted to say something, but for some reason, I couldn't. Even if I tried, I just couldn't get anything out; After a few seconds of me trying to let out a damn word. The creature stopped making noises, and it started to rise, like, it was getting taller. It didn't even break eye contact. Once the thing reached its true height, it started to approach me, slowly revealing itself, and then… I woke up… that pretty much it. Louis woke me up because I was "yelling in my sleep." Shit, I feel like… Well. Like shit. I'm covered in sweat, and I feel sick to my stomach. I think I’m going to stay up for a while. I only have a few hours left before Shelly, and I leave to get those supplies. Don't know how I'm gonna keep myself busy, but anything is good to avoid dreaming that crap again. I'm at the pond where Elijah got sick at. Bad idea, I know, but I just needed to go somewhere I could, you know? Chill and get my mind off after that dream. Don't really know what my problem is? Everyone has had bad dreams once in a while, so I don't really know why I'm all weirded out by this one. Maybe it's giving me a sign? I doubt it, but it is kinda cool to thin [Squiggly line.] Ok, didn't get to finish earlier. I was about to until I heard something hit the pond. I checked what the sound was, and I noticed a dark figure in the rippled water. I looked up and heard the sound of bushes rustling and saw something moving between the trees. Me being a brave dude, I got up, took my journal, and… got the hell out of there. Call me a pussy if you like, but there's no way in hell I was gonna go over there and check out what it was. Nope. I took my ass straight back to camp. Welp, it’s nighttime, and we left camp. Shelly’s taking night duty since I haven’t gotten any sleep. Now that we left, I’m kinda feeling uneasy right now. Anything can happen out here. Just name it. Roamers? Yep! Thieves? Yeppers! A naked person trying to sell you tree bark? Probably, but you get my point… Here's a tip when you're out camping alone. NEVER BE ALONE!!!! I once knew a girl named Aimee (the second E is silent, by the way), and she went out camping in the middle of nowhere all by herself. While she was sleeping, she heard something outside her sleeping bag and got up to see what it was, and low and behold, it was a roamer staring at the campfire. The thing didn't expect her to pop up like that, so it dashed off into the darkness. Good thing it was only one, though. Usually, they stay in packs, but I guess this one was just by his lonesome. Aimee was a real lucky girl that night. She had one of those cool sleeping bags, where you can put your whole body in it, like a cocoon. She definitely gave it a real good scare when she bolted up in that bag. Probably pissed itself, which is weird to write because I've looked at a multitude of roamer corpses for resources and never saw one private part. Weird… I'm looking for some food right now. I'm bored out of my fucking mind out here. Nothing is out here. I've been waiting for, like, I don't know. An hour? And still nothing. NOTHING. I get it. I need to be patient. That's part of hunting, but it's not really considered "hunting" anymore when Roamers probably ate or chased away almost everything around here. Drawing of a bird. The only animals I see are just squirrels and birds, and I'm not even gonna bother trying to catch those guys. Plus, I don't think eating squirrels is good for your health anyway. Then again, who am I to be a picky asshole right now? Drawing of a squirrel. [Squiggly line.] It's been an hour or so since I wrote in my journal. I was about to give up until I found a deer carcass. It's not decomposed or anything. It looked like it died recently, and there's a pink note on its leg. I read the note; it said, "for you," and there's a little scribble on the back. It's a picture of a person besides a long black figure in front of a door. The guy is looking at the thing, and he looks… Sad? I mean, I would be sad too if some type of monster like that was standing right next to me. Well, I wouldn't be sad. More, like, I don't know. Terrified? But who knows? That's just me. It's different for everyone, I guess. I should probably get going. It’s tranquil out here right now. (God, I hope I used that word right…). The birds stopped chirping all of a sudden. Sad. Their singing made the boredom out here a bit more bearable. Oh well, I need to get back to Shelly anyway. I got what I needed, so I’m out of here. I’m still wondering, though. Where did the note and the deer come from? Is the person who gave me the note here, right now? I don’t really know, but I don’t really care, either. Shelly is kinda busy looking at what we've found right now, so I might have time to write. We're getting close, and we're almost out of the woods. I think I see a field in the distance. Shelly told me that the house was near some cornfield, so I think we’re going the right way. So about what we found. There's a couple of roamers attached to some trees, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary. This crap is common out here. It’s a tradition to do this, kinda. Some do it to piss those things' friends off, and some do it just to be doing it because "why not? :)" And some even do it to boost morale for the people who find them. It’s like one of those “Bilroy Was Here" type stuff, or whatever the heck you call it. I don’t mind it, but my God. What they do to them is just terrible. For example, one of them is strapped to a tree. That's cool and all until you see that its limbs are all gone, and its stomach is all busted open, like some piñata. You can even see its decomposed intestines growing fungi on the ground. There's another one, but its rotting head is on a stick. My lord, This is not the type of shit I wanna see or smell right now. And to make it a little bit worse. One of them is still alive. I normally don't have any sympathy for these guys because they killed some of my friends, but this one I kinda feel bad for… Like most of them, this one is tied to another tree. It's struggling to breathe because of the rope it's tied to, and it's looking pretty beat up. It's also tiny (I'm guessing it's a baby). I don't know what's gotten into me, but I decided it was a good idea to get closer to it and let it free for some weird reason. I guess I was wrong about the whole "struggling to breathe" part because when I tried to get near it, it whimpered and started screaming its lungs out. I released the thing, and it fell to the ground. It was trying to get away from me, but it was dragging its back legs while it was doing it. Its legs were broken. I killed it because I didn't want the thing to attract other roamers nearby, and I wanted to put it out of its misery. It was for the best. I get who the people who did this are coming from, but seeing this shit is not boosting my morale, what so ever. But, to be fair, I can't really say the same about Shelly, though. She seems to be enjoying it. Shit, I've been writing for this long, so she's definitely enjoying it. A little bit too much, maybe? I should probabl [In messy handwriting.] at the pond… i was there The pond. in your dreams… i was there. Drawing of SCP-6236-17-1 and the man. in the woods… i was there The woods. you have what i need. for the door in the middle of nowhere. HELP ME Help Him… [Dry blood stains.] I'm under the house, but I don't even know how I got in here. I remember that I was writing in my journal, and I heard Shelly yelling my name. I came to her and saw the tall monster in my dreams peeking behind a tree. It was staring at us and we starred back. After a few seconds of unbearable silence, The monster moved away from the tree it was hiding behind and started walking towards us. Its glare was bone-chilling. So chilling that I couldn't even move. Even though it was probably gonna rip us to shreds if I didn't do anything. Thankfully, Shelly pulled the hunting crossbow out of my bag the second it started moving and shot the thing in the arm. The monster let out a huge roar and ran away. We thought we were safe until we heard growls behind us. It was roamers. There were, like, a dozen of them, I think. They saw us and the mutilated roamer corpses near us and attacked us on sight. I can't remember what happened next, but I remember us heading to the field. Luckily they're not really fast. After we got there, we left our horses and hid for God knows how long. it felt like hours, even though it was probably like eleven minutes. My heart was racing because if one of them would've found us; It would've alerted the others, we were dead. We had to stay completely silent and not move a MUSCLE. A few painfully long minutes later, they lost us. I thought we were good until I saw something behind Shelly. I could barely see it. I squinted my eyes and later learned that it was the monster Shelly shot earlier ago. I could see the blood dripping off its black-boney hand and its widening pupils. It was pissed. Shelly got worried at what I was looking at and turned around. As soon as she did, the monster sprinted at her, grabbed her by the feet, and dragged her deeper into the field. I didn’t know what to do, so I made the shittiest decision in my life and just left her to get away from the thing as fast as possible. I don't know why I did it. I panicked. I remember hearing her screams and distant cries for help, but I kept running, and I hate myself for that. I tripped and hit my head on the ground. I think I knocked myself out. Don't know how long, though. The next thing I know, I'm somehow in the house's basement now. Don't know who put me in here, but he/she was kind enough to bring my backpack. Although, most of the stuff in my bag is gone, and some of the pages in my journal are missing, too. I'm still pissed that those bastards lied about there being supplies. What a big waste of time. If I ever get the chance, I'll put a bullet in each of their heads. They got my friend killed. [Stains.] I got my friend killed. [Squiggly line.] My headache’s getting worse, Shelly's gone, and all the important stuff I need is gone. I don’t know what to do now. I'm trapped here. Not a lot of food, no water, I'm screwed… [Squiggly line.] I went outside to see if it was safe, and it was still bright outside, so I went out to look around, and I saw three of my ripped journal pages on the ground: the first one showed a stick figure with a cigarette in its mouth. The page is full of nothing but the word "bad" surrounding the figure. The second one shows the same thing as the first one, but it's a bunch of people wearing robes like one of those creepy cults would wear. the third page didn't have a drawing but a message saying it was watching me everywhere: at the pond, when I was hunting, etc. It was stalking us the whole entire time. It wrote in my journal saying the same thing. It's fucking eerie, man. I don't know what the hell it wants from me. I looked up and saw the creature on top of the hill looking down at me. I don't know why my dumbass did this, but out of panic, I did, like, a dive inside the basement, hitting my head on the way in. I'm alright, but my head hurt even worse thanks to me. I think it's bleeding a bit but I've been through worse. Minutes later, I heard human-like screaming from it and then started destroying the already ruined house out of rage. I could hear it ripping out pieces of the house while having a fucking mental breakdown out there. I don't have a lot of bullets in my gun. I wasted it on the roamers to slow them down and the ammo I had in my bag is all gone. I only have one shot left. Gotta make it count. It's another day and the paranoiya is really getting to me. the thing is waiting for me and I know it. It's quiet but I know it's there waiting for me. I'm losing my mind down here: I killed my friend and it's pulling me down mentally. I can still hear her voice behind the walls when I'm sleeping. I heard her through one of the cracks on the walls. I try to answer her, but she always stops talking when I answer. At one point, I just started looking at the walls, I don't know how long, to see if she say something, but she never does. I think I made her sad. I'm sorry Shelly. [Squiggly line.] These headaches are pissing me off: they always come out of nowhere, making my face feel all weird, especially my brain. They hurt a lot, a lot. It doesn't happen all the time but they make me feel nausheus and I start vomitting a bit. [Page is filled with drawings of objects and SCP-6236-R17-1.] I can't do this anymore. The people behind the walls are mad at me for some reason. When I'm sleeping, I hear them shouting at me, screaming shit I can't even understand. All their screams are overlapping each other. They're fucking histerical. Can't sleep because of them, and I know they're looking at me writing this. I want it to stop. please. [Squiggly line.] I knew it was still here, I knew it! I can hear it above me still searching for me. I heard it break something up there and yelled out something. It sounded like a grown man. That's probably how it lures its prey: making it sound like us, so I can show myself and be its next dinner. Well, I say fuck it! I ain't going out like that. I failed you, Henry. I'm sorry, man. Im just not fit to be in charge of anything. I failed shelly and the whole camp. If anyone finds this book, I want you to learn from me. Don't be like me. Forgive me [Gunpowder residue.] Note: This is the last entry. The unknown man's body was later recovered and taken to a forensic laboratory for identification. After an abundance of analyses, researchers were unable to determine the man's identity, providing no records of the man ever existing. After the fact, room 17 was given the title of an "Öß-Class "Multi-Universal Amalgamation" Scenario." Addendum 6236-4: The previous Class-D test subject, D-94753, has shown physical improvements after the incident in room 04 and is now available for testing on the second floor. The guard that will be watching over D-94753 to prevent the loss of both personnel and SCP-005; is Agent Rhegan from the security unit Hotel-06. + Exploration Log 6236-F2-2 - ACCESS GRANTED. D-94753 was equipped with a head-mounted camera and was tasked to explore SCP-6236's second floor. <Begin Log> [D-94753 and Agent Rhegan inside SCP-6236.] Agent Rhegan: So, uh… how you feelin' right now? D-94753: Good, but these stitches are makin' me feel sore, though. But it ain't no b— Agent Rhegan: Cool, cool… D-94753: What was the point of tryin' to talk to me if you're just gonna interrupt me like that? Agent Rhegan: I asked, but I didn't want to get a response, truth be told. D-94753: Wha—? Whatever, man. [Silence.] Agent Rhegan: Jesus, why the hell is it taking this thing so long? Dr. Wickes: Uh, there seems to be a problem with SCP-6236. Just stay calm, and we’ll see what’s going on. Agent Rhegan: So, you’re tellin’ us that it’s ain’t working again? Dr. Wickes: I… suppose so, yes. Agent Rhegan: God-fucking-damnit…! Really…? [Mutters.] Fuck! Dr. Wickes: SCP-6236 is probably not working temporarily. Just give it some time. Agent Rhegan: I am fucking calm! [To D-94753.] Hey, you scared of being in elevators? D-94753: Am I claustrophobic? Nah. Agent Rhegan: Good, thank God. Don’t want no asshat to be havin’ panic attacks and shit Inside an elevator that's probably air-tight. D-94753: I don't know shit about elevators, but if this thing is this big and it's air-tight; We probably have at least… thirty or forty hours in here. So, uh… you wanna talk about something else to pass the time? Agent Rhegan: One: you made that up, and two: no, not really. D-94753: Oh, c'mon, man. Don't make this crap situation awkward than it already is. Let's just have a little talk. We might learn something from it. Agent Rhegan: Jesus… [Sighs.] ok, what do you want to talk about? Let's make this quick, all right? D-94753: Nice. So, um… what—? What happened to that Jace or Chase dude you talk to all the time? When that other dude and I were doing those tests-thingies, You were talkin' to him, like, every time I saw you. Now I come back here, and he ain't there no more. What’s up with that? Did he call in sick or somethin’? Agent Rhegan: [Mumbles.] Christ, you’re really gonna hit me with that? [Normal voice.] Ok, first of all. The man you’re talking about is Ace, and no, he did not “call in sick." He died. D-94753: Damn, That’s rough. You know how he died? Agent Rhegan: Why the hell do you care? D-94753: I don't. We're just two strangers having a friendly conversation. Come on. Agent Rhegan: Well… I can’t give you the details, but we were searching for, you know who, and one thing led to another, and he, um… he died. That's all you need to know. Are you happy now? D-94753: Hey, that's good enough for me. I ain’t gonna push it. Probably be better if I didn’t know, to be honest. [Chuckles.] Y'all be doin’ some weird shit. But anyway, sorry for your loss, man. Agent Rhegan: Thanks. [Silence.] D-94753: So, uh… we’re you and Ace friends, or, um… you know. Agent Rhegan: What…? What ar—? Jesus! God, no! We were just buddies. Where the hell did you even get that from? D-94753: Ey, I— I don't care. Ain't trying to judge. All I did was just connect the dots, and it looked to me like you two were pretty close, so… Agent Rhegan: Again, we were just buddies. [Scoffs.] “Connect the dots…?” How about I connect the dots in your head, so you can start thinking properly? Conversation's over. D-94753: All right, all right. Chill, man. I was just saying. [Silence.] D-94753: [Chuckles.] I know you said we were done talking, but, uh… you and your friend remind me of someone I met before I got here. Agent Rhegan: Hmm? And who's that, huh? D-94753: I can’t remember what was his number, but I remember him telling me to call him Jago because he liked how it sounded. Agent Rhegan: [Chuckles.] Jago? Really? D-94753: Yep… Jago was… I’m not even gonna lie, he was a weird-ass dude, but he was really good at telling stories, though. Agent Rhegan: Yeah? What type of stories did he talk about? D-94753: Shit, there was a variety of them! One time he said he saved a woman from being mugged, and then he married her. And in another one, he said he saved puppies from being crushed to death by a garbage truck. I mean, his stories were complete bullshit, but he was funny as hell, though. Agent Rhegan: [Soft chuckles.] Yeah? What happened to this Jago guy? D-94753: Honestly… shit, I don’t know. I remember at chow, I was eating with him, and he had this honeybun on his tray. He went off somewhere to get a drink, and I thought it would be funny to hide his honeybun and see how he would react. Jago comes back, and before he even sits down, he already notices that his honeybun is missing. The dude that was sitting right next to Jago somehow had two honeybuns on his tray. Jago sees this, right…? I don't know what Jago was thinking to himself, but later, he starts to look at me… then he looks back at him… and, boom, punched him right in the nose! Agent Rhegan: Damn! D-94753: Mm-hmm. It was bad, too, man. Jago was a huge dude, so it completely messed his nose up when he hit him. Like, it was all bent and shit — it was nasty. He was the ground, head swaying, and everything. Agent Rhegan: Just from a honeybun? His face probably looked like something from a Picasso painting after that. D-94753: [Chuckles.] Shit, I don't know who that guy is, but yeah! Jago crushes the dude, punches the taste outta of his mouth. After that, people that knew the dude got in on it and started punching Jago. There were, like, 3 or 4 guys on him, so I said, "eff it," and started helping him. After, after that, a bunch of other people started joining, and it turned into a huge-ass brawl. People were throwing food, shoes; they were spittin’, it was absolute chaos. Agent Rhegan: Jesus. What happened after? D-94753: What happened next…? So, I was fighting this other dude, and I didn't really think to tucked my shirt in my pants before I started fighting because I was in the moment, y'know. One second later, he pulls my shirt up to my face and blinds me with it. That guy beat my ass, not even gonna lie about that. He left a few knots on my face. I’m man enough to say I took that L. Agent Rhegan: How humble. That how I know your story isn’t B.S: you win some, you lose some. D-94753: Mm-hmm. That's just how it goes. Agent Rhegan: Still though… kinda stupid that no guards were lookin' over you guys. D-94753: Nah, they was there, but they couldn't do anything about it. There was only, like, one guard, so he ran out and locked the doors. Agent Rhegan: Mm. Let me guess, more guards came in, took control of the situation, and that was the end of it, right? D-94753: Mm-hmm. They came in, gave us warning shots, and we got down real fast. They didn't know what to do with us after, so they just put us back in our cells. Agent Rhegan: Mm-hmm. And Jago…? D-94753: Him…? I don't even know what happened to him. During chow, I saw him, and he had this huge grin on his face. Before I could tell him what happened earlier, he starting chewing my ear off about this experiment he had a part in after chow. He kept going on, and on, and on— I couldn't even get a word in 'cause he kept talking so much… he left chow hall early, and that was the last time I ever saw him again. Agent Rhegan: Dang… D-94753: Uh-huh… he never even got to eat his honeybun… [Silence.] Agent Rhegan: I, um… was actually gonna stay here one time. You know, the motel? But, uh… the place gave me the creeps, and I just got out of there. I guess that gut-feeling was right, after all. D-94753: For real? You live—? Wait, where are we at, again? Agent Rhegan: Well… ah, you're gonna forget this in a few days, so screw it: Nebraska is where we're at—probably already know that because of how bad it smells, yeah? D-94753: [Chuckles.] Oh. So, do you live here? Agent Rhegan: Nebraska? Nope. I just went there to do some "errands." D-94753: Ah. Whatchu think about Nebraska, though? Not good because of the odor, right? [Chuckles.] Agent Rhegan: No. No, Nebraska's pretty nice, actually. It may smell like roadkill sometimes, but the people here are kind, and Nature here is nice, too—if you're into that sort of stuff. It's just the rural areas that are not-so-good. They're full of bored, psychotic weirdos; Not all of them are like that, but when you live somewhere that barely has any people nearby, you start to test what you can get away with. [Audio log shortened for brevity.] [Overlapping laughter.] D-94753: Damn right! And the other thing about— …about, uh… Agent Rhegan: [Soft chuckles.] you good, man? D-94753: Mm-hmm… you hear that…? Agent Rhegan: …No…? D-94753: You don’t hear people talkin'…? Take off the helmet, and you’ll probably hear ‘em. Agent Rhegan: My hearing’s fine — what're you talkin’ about? [D-94753 presses his ear against SCP-6236’s doors.] Agent Rhegan: Ugh, you’re gonna get an ear infection doin’ that. D-94753: Yeah, yeah, whatever, man… [Silence.] Agent Rhegan: …You still hearin' somethin'…? [D-94753 remains silent.] [SCP-6236's doors begin to open.] Unknown 1: You gotta—! [Sighs.] Fuck me…! Agent Rhegan: The hell…? You two put your hands up right now! Unknown 2: 'Ey, 'ey, take it easy, man! Don't want to do anything stupid with it. Agent Rhegan: Don't tell me what to do. You just keep your hands up and shut your mouth. [To Dr. Wickes.] Sir, are you there? Dr. Wickes: I'm sorry? What did I mi—? Oh… I see. D-94753: What now? Dr. Wickes: Just stay right there and keep them where they are. We're sending a few guards to your location. Agent Rhegan: Roger. [To D-94753.] Get out the elevator. [Agent Rhegan and D-94753 exits SCP-6236.] Unknown 1: I can hear the person you're talking to. Just calm down. You already have us. No need to— Agent Rhegan: Don't tell me to calm down. Who are you two? What are you doing here? Unknown 1: You can tell that to the person right behind you. Agent Rhegan: What? [Turns around.] What're yo—? [Before Agent Rhegan looks back at the unknown individuals, Unknown 1 unlocks one of the rooms and escapes.] Unknown 2: Ah, yo—! [Mutters.] Asshole…! Agent Rhegan: Shit! [To D-94753.] Hey, give me a hand and take the cuffs from my back pouch. D-94753: Uh, ok…? [D-94753 collects the handcuffs.] Unknown 1: C'mon, y'all, don't put cuffs on me. I got very sensitive wrists… Agent Rhegan: Stop your crying! [To D-94753.] Go. Hurry up before he gets away too. D-94753: The fuck do you want me to do with these, man? Agent Rhegan: What are you, slow? Cuff the bastard — arrest him. [D-94753 walks up to the unknown individual.] D-94753: Sorry, man. [Sighs.] Man, this is too much. Agent Rhegan: Ah, now don't you start. [D-94753 successfully detains the unknown 2.] D-94753: Cool. Got it. Agent Rhegan: Finally. Sir, we detained one, but the other got away. Dr. Wickes: Eh, Good enough. Now we'll know what the hell is going on here. Return to Moonlight Shores. Agent Rhegan: [To Unknown 2.] Hey, Jerk-off, get moving. The elevator. now, go. [To D-94753.] I appreciate our little chat, but for now on, let's just pretend like we never spoke to each other, capiche? We're not allowed to befriend D-Class. D-94753: Eh, cool with me, man. I could care less, but, uh… it was good talkin' to you, though. Agent Rhegan: You too… <End Log> The unknown man was later sent to Site-██ for interrogation.3 A DNA test was given to the man and was confirmed to be Chris Ortiz Scallion, a man in his mid-thirties who was reported missing in 2009 and was presumed dead after the fact. Ortiz was last seen entering his room at Moonlight Shores at 8:53 PM. After his disappearance, police entered his apartment to search for DNA evidence.4 Abandoned tunnel. After no suspects or leads to help move the investigation, the case was left yet unsolved until further evidence was found. Update: The search for the second unknown individual was eventually carried out in room 14. When agents entered the room, they reported seeing a trail of footprints leading to an abandoned tunnel system. Agents later entered the tunnel and stated that there were rooms containing operating tables with body restraints, some possessing dry blood on their surfaces. Agents were unsuccessful at locating the unknown man. Until now, SCP-6236's second floor is now being monitored by CCTV camera at all times. + Interview Log - 11/26/10 - ACCESS GRANTED. Date: 11/26/10 interviewee: Chris Ortiz Scallion Interviewer: Agent Tusct Foreword: After one (1) hour of waiting, Agent Tusct enters the interrogation room. <Begin Log> Agent Tusct: Sorry for the wait, Mr. Ortiz, paperwork around here is bi— …Well, it's not very nice. Mr. Ortiz: Mm… Agent Tusct: Ok… let's not waste any more time than we need to. Who do you work for? [Mr. Ortiz remains silent.] Agent Tusct: A cult? The government…? What…? [Mr. Ortiz continues to remain silent.] Agent Tusct: …Come on, man, you have to say something, eventually. Again, who do you work for? Mr. Ortiz: [Unintelligible.] Agent Tusct: I'm sorry? Mr. Ortiz: [Unintelligible.] Agent Tusct: I can't hear you. You need to start sp— Mr. Ortiz: leave me alone. Can I just plead the fifth? You never even told me my rights. Agent Tusct: I'm sorry, you can't. If you keep this up, you'll be here for a long time. And when I mean a long time, I mean a very long time. You're under our custody, which means we can keep you here for hours, days, months. We'll keep you here as long as we need to. What we're doing is legal… well, most of it is. [Chuckles.] Mr. Ortiz: What are you gonna do to me? Agent Tusct: Well, to be truthful with you, it ain't nothin' nice after what I just said. Mr. Ortiz: [Mutters.] Oh, lord. Agent Tusct: Now… we ain't— We ain't gonna torture you. So you can erase that off your worry list. Besides, we're not into that stuff. A few are, but we tell them to keep that to themselves… [Mr. Ortiz remains silent.] Agent Tusct: Now, I know… I get it: You're in a facility, probably in the desert of █████, full of a Variety of degenerates like me: some smart, some stupid, et cetera. But you need to start talking. It’ll be good for you and us if you do. [Mr. Ortiz continues to remain silent.] Agent Tusct: Look, I’m your friend, all right? I’m the only one that wants to help you get out of here as soon as possible. [Points at observation window.] Them, right there? They want to keep you here and become a prisoner. Now, I-I don’t want that to befall on you, so please let me help you. Mr. Ortiz: I… [Groans.] I don't have a choice, do I…? Agent Tusct: [Makes an upward hand gesture.] Up to you, my friend. I just want to help. Mr. Ortiz: [Sighs.] …You know what…? I’ll say anything to get me the hell outta here. Agent Tusct: See? Good! That’s more like it! If you keep that up, you can leave, and maybe I can get a promotion! [Chortles.] Hey, even better, we’ll also deal with your “gone for 1 year and then came back in some magic hallway” problem. Speakin’ of that. You wanna tell me why you’ve been gone for 1-dang-year? Mr. Ortiz: Look, sir. I don't remember much. Agent Tusct: Ok, then let me start you off: You go into your motel room. For some reason, someone comes into the room without breaking in, and then poof. You're gone. No fingerprints on the doorknob, no DNA of your assailant anywhere. Nothing. Does that help you remember? Mr. Ortiz: No, I— What? Man, I don't even remember getting a room or getting kidnapped. Agent Tusct: You—? …You serious…? Mr. Ortiz: [Begins to shrug.] Agent Tusct: [Mutters.] …Jesus… [Silence.] Agent Tusct: You really don't why you've been gone for so long? Mr. Ortiz: I swear on it, I'm tellin' the truth. Don't know what you want me to say. Agent Tusct: Mm… um. Can you at least tell what you were doing when we found you? Mr. Ortiz: I was being scolded by some dude. Agent Tusct: "Some dude?" Who and what for? Mr. Ortiz: Don't know the guy. He told me to meet him for a private conversation. I got there, he was waiting for me, and he started getting all mad, like, really, really mad, saying that I wrote some wrinkled up note he found near one of the rooms. Didn't even know what he was talking about. I read the thing. It wasn't even in my handwriting, so I don't even know how he got to that conclusion. Agent Tusct: Ok…? But still, you sure you don't know him? Mr. Ortiz: I don't know crap about the dude, man. Only thing I know is that he's in some group. Don't know what it's about. They don't tell me anything. Agent Tusct: Group…? Are you a part of this so-called "group?" Mr. Ortiz: In a way… yes, but again, they don't tell me nothin'. So, I don't even participate in what they do. To be honest, I don't even know what's their cause. Hope it's, like, helping people or something. And before you say it. I have no idea what they're called, so don't bother. Agent Tusct: I see… there are, um… you probably already know this, but, uh, there're rooms in the hallways… you don't— …You don't happen to know what they're for, or what's in them, do you? Mr. Ortiz: Uh, Nope. You need a key to open 'em, which they never gave me. But I've been trying to, though. There're peepholes on the doorknobs. I've tried looking through them, but something was blocking 'em. I also tried looking through those keyholes, but that didn't work, either. One time, one of them saw what I was doin' and told me to stop, and I did. Probably for the best, though. I could've gotten, freakin', pinkeye, knowing that they barely wipe those things with alcohol. Thank God I didn't. That would've sucked… Agent Tusct: Mm-hmm… [Silence.] Mr. Ortiz: Come to think of it. I do know one guy that probably knows what's inside those things. He has one of those keys. Agent Tusct: Really? Mr. Ortiz: Yeah, his name's Adrian. Can't remember, but he's the manager of this building called, uh… "Moonlit Whores…?" It's a very… very interesting name for a building. Agent Tusct: Wait, you were allowed to leave? Mr. Ortiz: Yes. Well… no…? I mean, they don't know I leave. One time, I left to get a lil' fresh air, and I went around the building to check it out because, you know, curiosity and all that, right? Adrian spots me and starts gettin' all mad and tells me to stay out of sight. I don't know why, though Agent Tusct: Really? Ok, um… thank you. We'll be su— Mr. Ortiz: And you know what's surprising? I thought that building was some type of whorehouse, but it was actually a motel. Really confusing name. Agent Tusct: What's the difference, right? [Soft chuckle.] Mr. Ortiz: [Chuckles.] Yeah… [Silence.] Agent Tusct: Were you well-fed? Mr. Ortiz: Yeah. Adrian would bring in food. Always had a look when doing it, though. Like, he didn't like doing it but he didn't really have a choice. Agent Tusct: Uh-huh. Where did you sleep? Mr. Ortiz: There was a room they gave me whenever I wanted to rest. It was pretty cozy. They gave me a stuffed bear to put in there. I didn't like it that much. Every time I woke up, it was looking straight at me. When I left the room and came back, the bear's head would be pointing towards the hallway. That shit freaked me the hell out. Agent Tusct: [Chuckles.] Well, I'm glad we got you when we did… but, uh, yeah, we'll be sure to reach out to Mr. Ludhardt for another interview. Thank you. Mr. Ortiz: I've talked to him before, you know? He seems to be a nice fella. Just wish he would stop smoking a lot, though. He's, like— …You know that smoking makes you look old, right? He's, like, younger than me, but he looks like he's in his late 60s, almost. Like… it's either that stuff or the years have not been kind to him at all. Agent Tusct: Right, right… [Silence.] Agent Tusct: Well, that's a few of the questions for you. As I said, there's more, but I don't think you'll be able to answer ‘em. Mr. Ortiz: I mean, I'm willing to help you guys out on whatever y'all are trying to do. Agent Tusct: We appreciate your willingness to help. Actually, we need you to do something. We still need to figure out how to solve the whole "gone for a year" stuff. It won't harm you or anything. You can trust me on that, for sure. Mr. Ortiz: Of course! I'm willing to do anything. Agent Tusct: Anything, huh…? [Sighs.] Yeah… <End Log> When agents arrived at Mr. Ludhardt's house, it was reported that he seemed to have left in a rush, stating that the house was littered with personnel items across each room. After numerous days of tracking Mr. Ludhardt. It was later reported that Mr. Ludhardt took a plane to Switzerland and was currently living in a small apartment in Dübendorf. Mr. Ludhardt was later arrested by a Swiss undercover Agent after attempting to pass a toll booth. Mr. Ludhardt was later sent back to Site-██ for interrogation. See Interview Log - 12/01/10. Mr. Ortiz was administered with Class-C amnestics and was given cleaning duties at Site-██, where SCP-6236-02 is being contained. Testing for SCP-6236-02 is now authorized. + Interview Log - 12/01/10 - ACCESS GRANTED. Date: 12/01/10 interviewee: Adrian Ludhardt Welles Interviewer: Dr. Richards Foreword: Mr. Ludhardt waits for Dr. Richards. <Begin Log> [Dr. Richards enters the room.] Mr. Ludhardt: Uh, hey, man! Good to see ya! Dr. Richards: Good to see you too, Adrian. Sorry about ending your vacation so soon. Speaking of that, why were you in such a haste to leave? We went to your house, and there were items everywhere in your house. Why's that? Mr. Ludhardt: Oh, um… embarrassing to say… [Sighs.] I don't clean my house too much… there's your answer. Dr. Richards: Right… again, sorry about your vacation. We just need more info from you. Mr. Ludhardt: "more info?" Don't have a lot of stuff to give you. I-I've told you everything I knew. Dr. Richards: No… no, you haven't. [Sighs.] Don't make this harder than it has to be. We know. Mr. Ludhardt: Wh-what…? Dr. Richards: One of your friends informed us about your questionable activities. Do you know Chris Ortiz…? Yes, we've found him, and he told us everything. Mr. Ludhardt: …I-I… I don't— Dr. Richards: Sorry, save that thought for a moment. I'll be right back. Mr. Ludhardt: I… [Rubs face.] Ok… [six (6) minutes later.] Mr. Ludhardt: [Mutters.] Chris…? that fucking piece of shit…! [Mr. Ludhardt begins to start pacing around the interrogation room.] Mr. Ludhardt: [Mutters.] The fuck am I gonna do now…? [Inaudible.] the hell was you thinking, me…? You stupid, stupid piece of shit…! [Inaudible muttering.] [One (1) hour later.] [Dr. Richards enters the room.] Dr. Richards: Adrian, what are you doing on the floor? Your face is red, are you ok? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, I'm… [Snuffle.] I-I'm good… Dr. Richards: Good. Now, get up. We have a lot of questions today, and this floor hasn't been cleaned yet. [Mr. Ludhardt stands up and sits back in his chair.] Mr. Ludhardt: Look, I'll tell you everything, but please, please just let me go after this, man, I beg you! Dr. Richards: All right, calm down. No need to be desperate. We'll worry about that later, but for now, let's just get to the questioning. Mr. Ludhardt: Ask me anything. Hit me, please. Dr. Richards: Again, calm down… Mr. Ortiz said you were a part of this group. Ar—? Mr. Ludhardt: Look, man, I don't know a lot about them, ok? I did work with them, yeah? But they were going to kill me! Dr. Richards: They were going to kill you? Mr. Ludhardt: Yes! You have to believe me! Dr. Richards: What for? Mr. Ludhardt: 'Cause I let one of their monstrosities loose into one of the rooms. Dr. Richards: Which room? Mr. Ludhardt: That room on the second floor. The one I told you about. Dr. Richards: …room 17? But you s— Mr. Ludhardt: I know what the hell I said, ok? That was a lie. All of it, a lie. There ain't—! Man, there ain't no fucking room filled with eyes and all the other dumbass shit I said! Are you fuckin' kidding me? I made it all up! Dr. Richards: I see… can you tell us what happened with this room 17 incident? Mr. Ludhardt: I-I took a break from my work for a minute to smoke, and it was too cold outside 'cause, you know? It's was late November, so I went up the elevator, got to the room, opened it, and smoked there. Dr. Richards: And…? What else? Mr. Ludhardt: I was smoking, and I heard those elevator doors open; and I saw this long, black, lanky motherfucker. It saw me and started sprinting toward me. I started to panic and ran inside the room. It comes in, and I got behind him and slammed the door on its hairy-ass, locking it in there. Don't know if it's still in there or not. Dr. Richards: Did you know where this "lanky" creature came from? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah… yeah, I do… that group…? Yeah, they made that. It got out somehow and killed a few of their guys, is what I heard. Dr. Richards: Really? What's the name of this group? Mr. Ludhardt: I don't know. They always talk about "cleaning" places, so I just called them "The Janitors." They look just like us, but they got the eyes of a politician: voidless and no emotions whatsoever. Ugh! Dr. Richards: Their purpose? Mr. Ludhardt: Purpose…? They make monsters and then put them in rooms, saying they're "purifying" the place. They're like dogs: just be doin' shit, just to be doin' shit. Unpredictable as hell. Dr. Richards: Mm-hmm… I must ask, how do they make these creatures? They surely don't create them out of thin air. Mr. Ludhardt: Well, they, uh… they snatch people either from here or different places, and they, um… they change them into whatever they want them to be. Dr. Richards: Mm… there were a few incidents of people going missing. I'm guessing… you were the cause of them? Mr. Ludhardt: [Sighs.] …Yeah…. Dr. Richards: Why? Mr. Ludhardt: I don't know… [Coughs.] besides, it was only that Chris-guy… or more… I can't remember. Dr. Richards: Speaking of Mr. Ortiz, why were you keeping him there for such a long time? Mr. Ludhardt: man, I don't know why they kept that man for so long. I didn't make that decision. Maybe they needed more people? They should've taken care of him after they got a hold of him. Dr. Richards: Well, can you at least unfold the events that led you to abduct him? Mr. Ludhardt: Um… It was, uh… pretty late outside. Like, 1 AM late. I was about to take a break until one of them said they wanted to be sure if I was, um… "committed" to what they were doing, so they told me to give them a new subject from one of my rooms. I was a bit nervous because I didn't want to get caught, but they told me everything was gonna be fine, and they weren't gonna cause a mess, so they randomly chose a room, and it was Chris'. I gave them my key, and they did, um… what they did. There was another guy they took, but this time, I watched it happen: right before he got pulled inside the elevator, I saw the fear and desperation in his eyes. That irked me a whole lot. Dr. Richards: Really? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah… they wiped his mind, you know? Chris? Well, that what I think 'cause I remember talkin’ to him during work hours, and I asked for his phone number— not in that way— and he said it fully, "1-308-blah-blah." I asked him again after what happened and he was struggling. He just didn't know. The guy couldn't even remember that info crap on his driver's license. Shit, I don’t even think he knew he had one. Dr. Richards: You'd think since it was reported that there was no forced entry in both cases, you'd be the prime suspect. Mr. Ludhardt: I was. But they had nothin' on me. There was no evidence, and I was completely cooperative during the whole investigation. I let them check my house, my car, my body for scratches; had one of my employees back me up, saying I was doing this thing at that hour. I was good. And what made it even "gooder" for me was that my motel was a popular attraction after they disappeared. Dr. Richards: Gooder's not a word, but besides that, I'm guessing they check the rear of the motel, too? How did they not notice the elevator? Mr. Ludhardt: Well, funny enough: I put— …Well, you're not gonna believe this, but after I joined, I needed to find a way to hide it, so I got some wood from the dumpster and just laid 'em in front of the thing. Bam! Fully hidden! It's like a Hoodini act: it's like it was never there when I put those things up. Dr. Richards: …What…? So, you're telling me you hid the elevator with two pieces of wood, just long and wide enough to cover it fully, out of a dumpster, and the police never noticed it, nor your workers? Mr. Ludhardt: Nope. But the homeless guy that tried to sell me hand warmers definitely knew something was odd, but nobody bothered to listen to him. Those guys are insanely clever when they have those little tin foil caps on their heads, I swear. Dr. Richards: I— …That's absurd… Mr. Ludhardt: Right. It's like -2 degrees out in Nebraska right now. Instead of using those things to you warm you up, you wanna try and sell 'em, like, c— Dr. Richards: No, I meant, how were yo— …You know what, let's just move on to the next question. Mr. Ludhardt: Jesus Christ, man, how long do I have to be here? Dr. Richards: As long as we need to. You want your freedom, correct? Just bear with us. So are you familiar with the rooms, "room 02" and "room 04?" Mr. Ludhardt: Shit, I already know what you're gonna tell me. The TV? I have no idea what the hell it does. They told me it hasn't been working at all since I joined. It was for seeing the near future of stuff and for the paper butterflies? This one… ok, for starters, they weren't made out of paper. They were gonna let out a whole lot of them on a world, but they were too dangerous, and they kept cutting their guys, so they got fed up and put those things in a cave in China, somewhere. Dr. Richards: Wait, what do you mean they weren't made out of paper at first? What were they made out of originally? Mr. Ludhardt: If I can remember, they showed the one they kept around to me, and I guess it looked like glass? Shit, I don't know. Dr. Richards: And why are they—? Mr. Ludhardt: Made out of paper? I didn't mean it, but it was my idea: all I said was, "hey, maybe make 'em out of paper 'cause papers cuts hurt like a b-word, they're easy to make, and they're easy to get rid of" in a joking type of way. But they took me seriously and said it was a great idea. Dr. Richards: Really? Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, "really." My idea was so good; they gave me a key as a reward. Dr. Richards: A key for the rooms? Mr. Ludhardt: Yes, for all the rooms. How'd you think I was able to open that room just to smoke a cig—? Dr. Richards: Do you have it on you right now? Mr. Ludhardt: Ok, first of all, that was rude and, um… yeah, I have it. Dr. Richards: Give it to me. Mr. Ludhardt: [Sighs.] [Mutters.] God damn it… [Mr. Ludhardt gives the key to Dr. Richards.] Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, I probably should've left it at the motel where you guys could find it to make it easier, but the key looked like it was worth a lot, and I needed the money. And because I was paranoid. That too. Dr. Richards: We managed, but maybe if you didn't spend all your money on flight tickets, you wouldn't have to worry about that. Mr. Ludhardt: True… that's fair… but I missed my country, and I had a job at Appenzell I left behind to come here, and I thought it would slowly work itself out, someh— Dr. Richards: Ok, let's try not to steer away from our current issue. There's a room that contains clown portraits. Can you explain why they're there? Mr. Ludhardt: Clown? Oh… [Coughs.] that place. It gives me chills every time I think about it. The room is used for breaking their victims. If they resisted or do anything to somewhat piss 'em off, they turn them into those paintings. It may seem silly, but it is kinda disturbing to think about, really: imagine being one, and for some reason, you can't move, can't talk, and you're just left with your thoughts for a long time. It's like being in solitary, but you're strapped to a table with nothin' to do for hours while the AC is turned all the way up. You know the show, "OZ?" Beecher and all that…? Yeah, just like that. That room gave me that weird feeling so much, I had to carve out a message on it with my pocket knife, so I won't actually go in there by accident. Dr. Richards: How do you know all this? Mr. Ludhardt: They told me. I guess the only reason why was because they wanted me to be aware of what happens when you double-cross them. Thank God I left when I did. They can all rot in Hell. Dr. Richards: Adrian, are you not concerned that they may possibly be planning to destroy our world as we speak? Mr. Ludhardt: Man… I know they're not gonna do that. They only do it at other places, so I'm good — we're good, I mean. Dr. Richards: No, Adrian, you don't unde— God—! [Sighs.] I just want to know why…? Mr. Ludhardt: "Why," what? Dr. Richards: Why you did all of this, Adrian, all of this! Why did you let them abduct and torture people under your own establishment? Mr. Ludhardt: I don't know… maybe… I liked it…? [Silence.] Dr. Richards: What? Mr. Ludhardt: I liked it, all right? I did it because… I felt important like I had meaning in my life. I never felt like that in a long-ass time. Dr. Richards: Adrian, that's not—! Mr. Ludhardt: You ever felt numb realizing the fact that your life is just: wake up, go to work, eat, crap, sleep, repeat? It makes me feel dead inside, you know? Going back to that shitty brothel you call a motel. I gotta do everything there: cleaning, customers, all that stupid shit. When they came by the motel and offered me to join 'em, I was a bit hesitant, but after they showed me what they could do by making that thing inside my motel, I changed my mind completely. And I get why they wanted me, too: motel's surrounded by trees, and not a lot of cops stroll by too often. It's the perfect place to do it at. Dr. Richards: Jesus Christ, Adrian, they were using you and other people! What you said is not an excuse for all the pain and misery to everyone who was victimized! And what baffles me, even more, is that you don't understand the severity of how screwed we are! You make me sick, you goddamn fool! [To Agent Ross.] Get him out of here. We're keeping him. [Agent Ross enters the room.] Mr. Ludhardt: Wh-what…? You fucking bastard, I gave you my—! You know what, fuck you! I'mma get the last laugh, trust me. We don't have long until it's fuckin' Armageddon out there! Agent Ross: Ok, pal, come with me. Mr. Ludhardt: Man, fuck you! You put a bag over my head last time! Agent Ross: And now I don't need to. [Chuckles.] Look on the bright side: you'll meet a lot of colorful characters here. I would sugges— Mr. Ludhardt: Fuck you! stop talkin' to me, asshole… <End Log> Mr. Ludhardt was later designated as a P.O.I and was ordered to test SCP-6236's doors. At this time, D-94753 is promptly being replaced by Mr. Ludhardt until he is no longer usable. Update: Mr. Ortiz was ordered to clean SCP-6236-02's containment room with Dr. Graves observing him. After a few minutes, SCP-6236-02's effects were triggered and displayed visuals on its screen. Note: "The sky was painted in red, and flames and smoke surrounded a town in the distance. Moments later, a person's silhouette appeared and began to glance upon the ravished city beneath his feet. It slowly turned to us, and before we even saw their eyes, the TV's screen shattered into pieces…." —Dr. Graves Update: The paintings from room 13 are now being extracted and sent to Site-██ for further analysis. Personnel who have decided to speak to one of the portraits have been greeted with telepathic communication. Personnel who have spoken to the portraits were told to "free them from their imprisonment…." It's unknown how to reverse their anomalous state; therefore, attempts have been put on an umpteenth cessation. Update: CCTV has caught an unknown individual exiting SCP-6236 and walking towards room 20. Security personnel was quickly rushed to apprehend the individual. When entering the room, agents reported being in a forest and were attacked by humanoids covered in flora, killing two members of Hotel-06. agents later found a house nearby and used it for shelter. While occupying the area, Agent Zinc discovered a hidden trapdoor and entered it. What he found was the unknown man operating on one of the vegetated creatures. Agent Zinc promptly detained the man and he and his associates were demanded to wait until the Mobile Task Force unit Theta-4, "Gardeners," have arrived. + Audio log from Agent Zinc - ACCESS GRANTED. "We entered the place, and it was nothing out of the ordinary: a forest full of moss and a lot of trees, which is what you're expected to see when you're in the woods, no shit. But, while we were searching for the jackass, out of nowhere, a damn plant monster came falling from a tree and fell onto one of my men. It latched onto him and started shoving vines up his ears, mouth, his pores, pretty much anything it could get into. Bronx killed it, and it let go, but it was too late. When we tried to get him up, but he started having spasms on the ground. He started drooling, groaning, biting his tongue. We didn’t know what to do. We just stood there, letting him have a party. Not like our medic was gonna do anything. She was just as dumbfounded as we were. He stopped moving and went limped. After that, I looked at the thing, and it had no facial features, but it had, like, dents on its face to look like features, if you know what I mean. I cut open the monster's head open, and what was under the thick vines was a decayed human head. You can almost see the skull. I jumped away from it, not because I wasn't scared or anything but because of the smell. God, it smelt terrible. It smelt like a combination of mildew, spoiled eggs, and sulfur. I swear, I can get used to the gore, but I can never get used to the smell, and that's God's honest truth. But the, uh… the vines caught hold of my blade and glove and started to pull me inside it. Thank Christ my glove loosened up, and it took that instead… and the knife. But you wanna know what’s crazy? Wasn’t even a fuckin’ minute before more came out of nowhere, and instead of them falling down like they got kicked out of heaven or some shit, they were camouflaged in front of trees. It honestly caught us by surprise. While we were distracted by those things. Mel got too close to a tree, and he got caught by one. It started growing plants around him, making him a part of it. The abandoned house taken by Agent Medell. We felt like we were surrounded, and we started running. We found the house and went inside to gain better leverage over the situation. I found a covered-up trapdoor that went to a basement and saw the bastard messin’ around with one of those things. He must have been deaf if he couldn’t hear all the shootin’ and mayhem goin’ on, or something, but before he started to notice his surroundings, I smashed his face with the head of my moonbeam, knockin’ him dumbass out. And you know that had to hurt. ‘Cause, you wanna know why? I hit him with a moonbeam made out of tungsten… ok, I’m just shitting with you. It ain’t made out that fancy crap; it’s made out plastic ‘cause the Foundation for some reason think it’s a good idea to give us flashlights that came from the fucking Dollar Store. Hell, the pieces of shit don’t even work for me most of the time. They give a D-class one that works properly, but for me? Nah, "That's too much," they said. "We're wasting materials," they said. "Give him a moonbeam that has a broken bulb in it or repeatedly flickers on and off, and the only way to make it stop is to stomp on it a whole lot. There, that’s perfect!" Fuckin' bullshit…! [Sighs.] I’mma just stop talking about it before I get too mad to even finish this. So anyway, our job was done after that. Now we just had to wait for those Gardeners guys to come. [Scoffs.] Reckless idiots. They brought everything: incendiary grenades, incendiary bullets, slugs, buckshot, fuckin’ flamethrowers. They were going wild up there. They were laughin' and everything. They’re lucky they didn’t burn the house down, killing us in the process. Just extra about everything. Anyway, that’s it. We done here…? Yeah, I'm done here. Get me the hell back to my station before they dock my pay or some shit for the crap I said earlier….” Note: Agent Rox's body was recovered and was taken to a Bio-research laboratory. After multiple examinations, it was reported that Agent Rox organs were covered with spores, later confirmed to be an advanced form of Aleuriospore, and were fused with various unknown species of carnivorous, flora, and biota. After a few hours, Agent Rox (now referred to as SCP-6236-16-1) somehow reanimated itself. One of the researchers, Alex Fable Parlor, accidentally fractured his Hazmat suit's facial plate on the surgical instrument table while fighting off SCP-6236-16-1 and was reported seeing SCP-6236-16-1 coughing up spores onto Dr. Parlor's face, leaving him in a state of paralysis. Minutes later, Dr. Parlor began having severe convulsions and began spewing vines throughout several parts of the body, including the oral passage, nasal passages, aural passages, and ocular passages. Unknown flora lifeforms began spreading through the autopsy room, and a quarter of the entrance minutes later. A partial Site lockdown was initiated, dispatching Theta-4 to Bio-Site 22. + Interview Log - 12/03/10 - ACCESS GRANTED. Date: 12/01/10 interviewee: Unknown man Interviewer: Dr. Richards Foreword: Unknown man waits for Dr. Richards while staring at the floor. <Begin Log> [Dr. Richards enters the room and sees the man.] Dr. Richards: [Sighs.] [Quietly recites a prayer.] [Dr. Richards walks to his chair and sits downs.] [Silence.] Dr. Richards: So… [Coughs.] who are you? What's your name? Unknown: I don't… I do not have a name. I do not need an unwanted label. So I don't see how this is relevant. Dr. Richards: Well, we nee— [Scoffs.] Nevermind let just go right ahead with this. We know about your little group. So my question to you is, does it have a hierarchy? Unknown: No, sir. We do not require one. Dr. Richards: Ok. Can you explain to me what you were doing when we found you? Unknown: I was re-working on a marvelous piece of art that I made—experimenting with its capabilities. Dr. Richards: Why? Unknown: It wasn't ready yet. It was small: the same height as your hip, and it was injured. So I decided to take it under my wing; and tried to nurture it back to health. Dr. Richards: That's… kind of you. But are these creatures your doing? Unknown: Yes, sir. Every one of them. Each member is given an area based on their specific interests, and I was given one that I found… satisfactory. Dr. Richards: So, You like plants? Unknown: I enjoy them, sir. The way they function and how the only way some survive is by finding a host to leech off is interesting. But it disheartens me that some of my work were struggling to live in their own utopia. Dr. Richards: If I might ask, how do you make these… things. Unknown: I do not make them. I only plant the seeds and let nature take its course. Dr. Richards: Hmm…? What? That doesn't explain anything. Can you go into further detail? Unknown: [Sighs.] When the seedlings reach maturity, They must find a host so they can reproduce. Once they find their host, They release white powder towards the said host. When doing so, over a short period of time, the victim will become something remarkable… mesoparasitism in its true glory, don't you agree? Dr. Richards: Mm-hmm, sure. Do members of your group, including you, possess anomalous abilities? Unknown: Some do… some don't. For instance, Adrian, the coward he is, does not have powers. Just a man encased in an old, shriveled shell he calls a body. Dr. Richards: And for you? Unknown: I, in particular, hold abilities deemed… unnatural. Dr. Richards: Are you… even human? Unknown: Does that really matter? Our group is accepting of all entities. We're all equal. No matter what you are, as long as you believe in our goal, you are one of us. Dr. Richards: What is your goal? Unknown: Purifying areas with our art. Dr. Richards: Your "art?" The people you kidnapped and used? That's art? Unknown: Yes, sir. Isn't beautiful? They are just as important as our desires. Without them, our struggles are meaningless. Without us, their lives are empty. Why would they want to live their lives like that when they can be something new. Different… better… Dr. Richards: 'Cause… because it's cruel. Unknown: I do not see it that way, sir. We are simply giving them an opportunity. Dr. Richards: Against their will? Unknown: No, sir. When they were conceived, their souls willingly agreed to what was coming to them in the future. They deserved it. Dr. Richards: "They deserved it?" Unknown: Yes, sir. And I do not say that with malevolent intent. On the contrary, their souls were not foolish for agreeing to our cause, and for that, we award their owners a path they can not reject: a path to another life with a greater destiny. Dr. Richards: I'm curious. Do you consider yourself a worthy sacrifice? [Unknown remains silent.] Dr. Richards: Coward. Unknown: Coward? I'm no such thing. Watch your tongue. Dr. Richards: Or else what? Try something, and we'll shoot you down. Trust me, I've seen it happen before. It's not very pleasant. [Unknown remains silent.] Unknown: [Sighs.] [Unknown begins to mumble a hymn.] Dr. Richards: What are you—? Are you chanting? What are you doing? [Unknown begins creating a force field.] Dr. Richards: The hell…? Security! [Yells.] Secur—! [Unknown repulses Dr. Richards towards the wall.] [Groans are heard from Dr. Richards.] Dr. Richards: [Static.] [Inaudible.] [Agent Ross and Agent Garp hurry into the room.] Agent Ross: Jesus H. Christ! Sir, are you all right? [Agent Garp checks Dr. Richard's breathing.] Agent Garp: Ross, he's not breathin', man. Like, at all. Agent Ross: Ah, f—! Shit…! [Agent Garp tries to preforms CPR.] Agent Ross: No, no, no, that's gonna take too long. We need to take him to the infirma— [Dr. Richard regains consciousness and lets out a huge gasp.] Agent Ross: Christ! Dr. Richards: [Heavy breathing.] How—? [Coughs.] How long was I out? Agent Garp: A few seconds, sir. Can you get up? Do we need to car—? Dr. Richards: Did you kill him? Agent Garp: Who? Dr. Richards: The man, you idiot! [Coughs.] Please tell me he's dead. Agent Ross: Sir, he disappeared. He's long gone. Dr. Richards: God damn it… [Wheezes.] please take me to medical. I'm getting too old for this shit. [Coughs.] <End Log> "It's gone. That's cool… I don't like complaining, but I'm gonna be real. I hate being stationed here, so I'm glad it's gone. Like, literally, it's all gone. The only thing that's remaining is just a brick wall and a little note that said 'Until we meet again' smiley face…." — Agent Xyn. It was reported that SCP-6236 was nowhere to be found at Moonlight Shores. Due to this, SCP-6236's containment class shall be changed to Keter due to its escape and how easily accessible SCP-6236 is toward further uncontained SCPs that could cause a K-class scenario.5 Demolition of Moonlight Shores was authorized, and the Mobile Task Force unit PSI-7, "Home Improvement," will be dispatched to the pre-demolition site on the date of December 25, 2010, 7:00 AM. Further investigations on the G.O.I were promptly authorized. Footnotes 1. The unlabeled button is a return button that takes you back to Moonlight Shores. 2. See picture of SCP-6236's second floor. 3. See Interview Log - 11/26/10. 4. It is to be noted that they reported no signs of forced entry when police reached Ortiz's apartment door. 5. 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Special Containment Procedures: National police reports are to be monitored for any activity matching the description of SCP-6237’s influence. Individuals who witness or take part in SCP-6237 related activities are to be amnesticized, and their organizations disbanded. Disinformation is to be utilized to maintain the Veil on a case-by-case basis, but as this will not eradicate the nature of SCP-6237’s threat to maintaining normalcy, further procedures are warranted. To this end, a broad-scope disinformation campaign is to be implemented across the United States and Western Europe. This campaign will consist of two different yet equally important aspects: Embedded agents within conservative organizations, both secular and religious, are to encourage the belief in and provide anecdotal evidence of occult conspiracies at work within the area; Foundation personnel will execute false occult activity scenarios for local police forces to respond to. These will serve to form the basis of debunking activities which will be undertaken by prominent psychologists and investigators also in Foundation employ. Together, these two programs will serve to undermine the public’s awareness of SCP-6237 activities and provide disincentive for local police forces to respond with serious engagement. Within three months of operation, the program is to be taken to national and international media outlets to further the spread of disinformation. One copy of each SCP-6237-A instance is to be contained in the Safe Class containment wing of Site-106. Description: SCP-6237 is a series of interconnected anomalies centered around the production and distribution of esoteric occult literature throughout the United States and Western Europe. The literature in question is a series of “how-to” manuals for the ritual activities performed by their licensees (hereafter designated SCP-6237-A).1 Instances of SCP-6237-A represent knowledge culled from tomes within the Wanderers' Library, along with other occult sources such as the Global Occult Coalition’s Council of 108. The language utilized to communicate these rituals has been radically simplified so as to be accessible and understandable to a layperson, effectively granting uninitiated civilians the anomalous abilities of a moderately-advanced thaumaturgist.2 The threat to normalcy these materials represent cannot be understated. Since 1981, Foundation personnel have recorded over two thousand instances of minor anomalies connected with SCP-6237 including, but not limited to: Thaumaturgical rituals with ontokinetic effects on local reality; Granting of limited ontokinetic abilities to franchise licensee members – flight, transformation, and minor precognitive divination; Cognitohazardous effects utilized in recruiting and “brainwashing” members; Necromantic thaumaturgical activities; Successful summoning of minor demonic entities. Discovery: Beginning in 1981, numerous events fitting the description of occult or “satanic” practices were reported to law enforcement throughout the United States. A significant portion of these reports exhibited the above-noted anomalous effects. At first, Foundation personnel were able to cover up and amnesticize all those involved as this pattern was slow to emerge. But within eighteen months the frequency at which the events occurred had increased to such a level that the O5 Council implemented a wide-scope disinformation campaign (as noted in the Special Containment Procedures) and dedicated significant resources to finding the source of SCP-6237. Addendum 6237-1: Incident Log 6237-233 Date: 13/12/1984 Location: United Church of Baphomet’s Kiss, formerly United Methodist Church of Bedford, Oklahoma MTF Assigned: MTF Tau-09 (“Bookworms”)4 Foreword: Reports of ritual occult activity matching descriptions of SCP-6237 scenarios were intercepted from local police forces. MTF personnel were to intercede and contain any anomalies present under the guise of United States federal agents. Foundation personnel cordoned off a perimeter and took command of the situation. As containment staff began processing witnesses and local police via administration of amnestics, a squad of MTF Tau-9 entered the premises. [T9-1, -2, and -3 activate body cameras and breach the church. The interior entryway is lit solely by red candles. A pentagram is drawn on the floor in what appears to be blood.] [Chanting in Latin can be heard in the distance.] T9-1: How are our Humes? T9-3: Kant counter is going a bit crazy, shifting back and forth between 1.0 and -1.0. [T9-2 bends down and examines the pentagram.] T9-1: What you got, Karl? [T9-2 does not respond. T9-1 and -2 crouch next to -3 and cease moving.] Command: Captain, what are you doing? [None of the MTF personnel respond. The chanting increases in volume from beyond the door leading further into the church.] Command: Captain, please respond. Advise as to your status. [No response is forthcoming. A scream is heard over the chanting from the next room.] Analysis: Command, Analysis is of the opinion that’s a Class-3 cognitohazard, limited range. Command: Captain, if you can hear this, we’re initiating the cognitohazard countermeasures we outfitted your team with. Stand-by. [A strobing light is seen through the camera feed and a prerecorded series of chiming bells is played over the audio feed. T9-1 is the first to regain composure, and shakes the other two until they are responsive.] T9-1: Thanks Command, we’re going to neutralize this hazard. Command: Go ahead, but from our end it sounds like whatever is happening in the next room is ramping up. T9-1: Acknowledged. [T9-2 opens a packet of ritually-purified salt and spreads it across the pentagram. There is an audible hiss as the blood in contact with the salt begins to visibly boil. All three members approach the door and open it to see a large central area meant for church services. The pews have been stacked up against the walls, leaving the central floor bare. A series of candles are lit around a large sigil taken from the Ars Goetia depicting the seal of Halphas.] [In the center of the seal is a black goat tethered to a stake. Surrounding the sigil are several figures dressed in red and black robes. One of these figures, a young man dressed in similar robes, is lying face-down in a pool of blood. Smoke issues from the mouth and ears of the deceased individual and is swirling roughly three meters above the floor. Emerging from the smoke is a humanoid entity with a raven’s head and glowing red eyes. The entity is naked, and its skin is a glistening mottled gray with feathers protruding periodically. Hovering in the air above the robed figures – its body only partially visible – the entity begins to speak.] Halphas: DISGUSTING. [Entity shakes itself, blood dripping from its feathers.] [The smoke that makes up the portal by which the entity is manifesting is connected by a thin trail of particulate to the mouth and nose of the dead individual on the floor.] Robed Figure: We brought you the offering, oh dread Lord. [Indicating the goat, which is undisturbed by the events occurring around it.] Halphas: I DIDN’T WANT TO HURT THE GOAT. Robed Figure: But we followed the instructions to the letter. Why did you kill Jerry? Halphas: LIKE I SAID, I DIDN’T WANT TO HURT THE GOAT. I LIKE GOATS. I DON’T KNOW JERRY. T9-1: [Whispering] Fuck it. Karl, let’s end this, white phosphorus on three. [T9-1 counts on his fingers and on three, T9-2 throws a white phosphorus grenade at the body.] [On detonation, the robed figures are blown backward. The body connected to the entity is ignited, and burns steadily for several minutes. The entity screams a string of curse words and insults in Latin, thrashing back and forth in the air. As the body burns, the entity starts fading until it vanishes completely.5 T9-1, -2, and -3 restrain the figures in robes with zipties.] T9-1: What the hell you think you were doing? Robed figure: We were following the instructions in the book! T9-1: Book? T9-3: [Holding up a book from across the chapel.] Here sir, another one. [T9-3 approaches, holding an instance of SCP-6237-A. T9-1 grabs it and turns to the robed figure.] T9-1: Where’d you get this? Robed figure: I… I don’t know. T9-3: Come on, just tell us. We’re not cops. We’ll clean this all up. But only if you tell us what we want to know. Robed figure: I’m serious, I don’t know where I got it. I can’t seem to remember when I got it. T9-1: Shit, not again. Afterword: As with all other incidents relating to SCP-6237 activities, the perpetrators have seemingly lost all knowledge of where they obtained the materials. Further investigation is warranted. Addendum 6237-2: Update 07-12-1988 On 7th December, 1988, Site-106 staff were informed by a UIU embedded agent of an operation occurring in Miami shadowing a GRU Division P agent. The UIU had been tailing the Soviet throughout the day, having been prewarned of his entrance into the country. Surveillance had begun the moment the agent disembarked from his plane at Miami International Airport. Foundation personnel were able to track the UIU operation and get access to the surveillance through the embedded agent. Director Dewitt decided Foundation action would be limited to observation unless a threat to the Veil was likely. Several hours into the surveillance, the GRU operative entered an office building in downtown Miami, owned by ERS LLC. The UIU agents moved to apprehend when after forty-five minutes the operative was seen running through the parking lot. Foundation personnel were informed by the UIU embedded agent that the operative had been involved in attempted industrial sabotage. Upon apprehension, the UIU agents began transport to Downtown Miami for interrogation at the federal building. Intercepted communications included the allegation that subject had witnessed thaumaturgical practices while within the building. Foundation analysts discovered the building in question was the source of a pervasive but imperceptible cognitohazard, noting that the building was not even on official maps of the city. Given the reported thaumaturgy, the anomalous international sabotage, and the apparently anomalous perception filter on the building itself, Director DeWitt ordered the embedded agent to incapacitate the UIU personnel in transit and assist with recovery of the subject by Foundation forces. The UIU personnel were amnesticized and conditioned to report that they had lost the subject, while agent Alexei Laskin was transferred to Site-106 for debriefing. Interview Log Interviewed: Alexei Laskin – GRU Division P agent Interviewer: Director DeWitt DeWitt: What were you doing at the ERS building? Laskin: I not help you, Foundation. DeWitt: Listen, you tell me what I want to know, and you can go home. You don’t, and I’m turning you right back over to the Feds where you can rot in a blacksite with your name redacted. Laskin: Why would I trust? DeWitt: I don’t give a crap about you, I just want to know why we had no idea that building existed until you went in and did whatever you did. [Laskin is silent for nearly a minute.] DeWitt: Fine. Guard, get this commie out of here and send him back to the UIU. Laskin: Wait. Just wait. What do you want to know? DeWitt: What is ERS? What were you doing there? Laskin: Is devil company. DeWitt: What? Laskin: Not euphemism, is actual devils. ERS spreading propaganda and occult nonsense throughout West. We do not want them to push into the East. I was sent to sabotage process, but was discovered. While trying to exfiltrate, I came upon ritual casting. I kill cultists doing devil shit. Then you see building. DeWitt: Spreading propaganda and occul – oh my god, the self-help books! The ritual instructions, that’s this company? Laskin: Yes. How did you Foundation types not know? Is in your own back yard. End Log Afterword: Laskin was amnesticized and returned to Soviet territory. Investigation into ERS LLC was begun immediately. SCP-6237-B. Investigation into Esoteric Ritual Services, LLC (ERS), designated as SCP-6237-B, immediately revealed two points of interest: The company had been thaumaturgically enforcing a widespread cognitohazard on its headquarters and activities – targeting normalcy organizations such as the GOC, UIU and Foundation – which had been interfered with by Agent Laskin’s actions on 7-12-1988.6 Memetics and thaumaturgical analysts studied the cognitohazard present on materials distributed by ERS and developed countermeasures which effectively immunized investigating Foundation personnel from the anomalous effect. ERS had been, for the majority of the last ten years, producing and distributing instances of SCP-6237-A across the United States and Western European countries. The company was initially funded by an unconventional business loan with very low interest rates from the Bank of the Sunshine State. The loan was distributed to SCP-6237-B’s founder and current CEO, Oriel Leger, despite the complete lack of previous business ventures. Since SCP-6237-B’s founding in 1980, all financial services have been provided by the same institution. An embedded agent posing as an undergraduate student7 applying for an internship with the company’s marketing division reported further information about the company’s activities.8 ERS primarily operates on the franchise business model, providing the following services to franchisee organizations: Selling exclusive licenses to perform ritual cult activities, along with the instruction manuals (SCP-6237-A) and VHS tapes; Direct supply of wholesale occult materials including but not limited to ritually purified salt, robes, bells, virgin’s blood by the quart, and candles by the dozen;9 A tollfree customer service telephone line (1-800-SATAN4U) available from 5pm to 5am EST. Several attempts to infiltrate the building were met with failure and the loss of MTF personnel. Furthermore, while the investigation was ongoing instances of SCP-6237-A ritual activities were still occurring, especially within the United States and England. Disinformation campaign expenditure increased with each fiscal quarter10 such that the containment of SCP-6237 was regularly among the top five drains on Foundation resources. Given the above, and the failure of three independent missions to infiltrate SCP-6237-B, the Department of Procurement and Liquidation made the following proposal: From the Desk of Director DeWitt Re: Proposal concerning SCP-6237 In respect to the cascading rising costs of containment and the failure of infiltrations of SCP-6237-B, the Department of Procurement and Liquidation proposes the following action. SCP-6237-B is a publicly traded company; despite its anomalous aspects, it is as susceptible to economic strategies as are otherwise similar companies. Therefore: Details of the Proposal: The Department of Procurement and Liquidation will orchestrate a multi-tiered hostile takeover of ERS LLC shareholders, utilizing numerous shell companies, until controlling more than 51% of the shares; Such action will allow the Department to control the Board of Directors and thus, the activities of SCP-6237-B. Benefits: Containment can shift from the disinformation campaign and its extensive costs – both in resources and personnel hours – to the modification of SCP-6237-B’s activities, to better serve the Veil; With control of SCP-6237-B’s Board of Directors, the Foundation will have access to extensive ritual information and research which would benefit the containment efforts of unrelated anomalies connected to thaumaturgy and the occult. The proposal was approved by the O5 Council with a margin of 10-3 in favor. Agent Ruyter11 took lead, forming a conglomerate of various shell companies owned and operated by the Foundation to begin buying shares of SCP-6237-B. Over the process of six weeks, the department orchestrated the buyout of 53% of SCP-6237-B’s shares.12 By 11 February, 1989, the Foundation held a controlling interest in SCP-6237-B, at which time representatives of the Department presented the new status quo at a meeting of the Board of Directors. The following is the transcript of the first meeting between the Foundation and SCP-6237-B’s Board of Directors. Date: 11-02-1989 Personnel Present: Hubert Ruyter, Senior Agent. Roxanne Dsouza, Analysis. Others present: Oriel Leger – CEO of SCP-6237-B. Members of the Board. Dsouza: As you can see, our firm represents the conglomeration of interests that has recently acquired a controlling stake in your company. As such we– Leger: Please, madame. We know who you are. Très évident. Ruyter: Oh? Leger: Les geôliers. [Ruyter holds up a clipboard. He is wearing gloves.] Ruyter: Well, that answers that. Okay, Members of the Board, as I call your name, please rise and follow one of the agents. Peter Bruys, Jack Molay, Geoff Charney, William Sawtre, Janice Hus, Joan Arcivello, Joanna Boughton. [Ruyter checks off each name from a list as they are escorted from the board room. The two agents are approached by the CEO.] Leger: You are to… amnesticate them, yes? Ruyter: Yes. Okay, so you know about the Foundation and you know what we do. That makes things easier, as we have questions. Leger: The pilgrim often comes to the mount in search of a way to eradicate his ignorance. Ruyter: Right. [Ruyter looks at Dsouza] Either way, we need some things worked out before you’re processed. [Leger laughs. He leans against the conference table and shrugs.] Dsouza: Several teams were lost in investigating this building and your company, we want to know what happened to them. Leger: Oh, quite dead, even the intern I’m afraid. Ruyter: [Laughs.] How ‘bout that? That’s way more transparent than I’d expect. Leger: Although many people have called me a liar, I have never understood it. I’m always honest if at all possible. Dsouza: What happened to our personnel? Leger: We ate the intern, poor thing. But the others were kept for ritual stock. Necromancy is resource intensive. Besides, your Slavic fellow ruined un rituel très important working. Ruyter: He wasn’t our man. Leger: [Shrugging.] As you say. But those men who infiltrated our sovereign space were trespassers either way, and we felt we were owed certain recompense for the offense. Ruyter: Care to explain how your company was able to incapacitate and kill two separate teams of Mobile Task Forces? Leger: Is this what you call your wetworks teams? Mobile Task Forces. Hmm, I like it. But how, you ask? Magic. Ruyter: Magic. Leger: Well, black magic to be precise. Curses, summoned infernal creatures, that sort of thing. Dsouza: Like what your provided to your clients, correct? Leger: Franchisees! They are partners in the venture. Never customers. Ruyter: Could you answer the question? Leger: [Holding up his hands palms out.] Calm yourself, Agent. The pitch is rooted deep, and I forget the company I am in. Yes, well, some of the rituals were held back from mass publication. One must always keep the juiciest apples to tempt them later with. Dsouza: I’m sorry, a moment ago you said “infernal creatures.” Do you mean as in H– Leger: Indeed! The underworld, Hell, Dis, Perdition, etc. Home of damned souls and demon princes! Very exciting, don’t you think? Dsouza: And you sold this to housewives and rotary clubs? Leger: And Elk’s Lodges, high school drama clubs, community centers. Even some Freemason groups, they always loved their occult knowledge. Goes back to the Templars, an– Ruyter: Why? Leger: Excuse me? Ruyter: Why were you selling occult knowledge? Leger: Are you joking, my good man? Have you looked around? As the man said, greed is good. Ruyter: Where did you get the information present in those books? Leger: Oh, now that is proprietary knowledge. I couldn’t just divulge it. Dsouza: The Foundation owns your company, Mr. Leger. Leger: It’s Leger, Agent. Ruyter: We own your company, so there’s no such thing as proprietary anymore. Leger: Of course there is. It is proprietary to me. I wrote those books. And I do not wish to tell you where I learned the dark arts. Unless you’d like to offer me a deal, like you did those many shareholders? Ruyter: We have control of your records, we’ll find it eventually. Leger: [Laughing again] I wish you luck! [Ruyter signals the last agent to escort Mr. Leger from the room. Leger follows the agent, but stops at the door when Agent Ruyter speaks.] Ruyter: Sorry, one last question. Why’d you publicly offer shares? You’d spent a lot of time and energy on staying off the radar of the Foundation and GOC. Leger: To make more money, Agent. Cash. Is. King. [Ruyter nods and waves him away. The agent escorts Leger out.] Dsouza: What’s his deal? Ruyter: Thinks he’s the French Gordon Gekko. Dsouza: What are we going to do with them? Ruyter: The Board we can amnesticize. Leger, we interview some more. See if we can’t get the source of his occult knowledge, and then he gets the little yellow pill too. Afterword: In subsequent interviews, Leger was not any more forthcoming about the source of his knowledge. After several fruitless attempts, Director DeWitt decided the best course of action was to amnesticize and release him. Unfortunately, Leger proved entirely immune to amnestics and thaumaturgical attempts to wipe his memory. Therefore, he was designated SCP-6237-C and contained. SCP-6237-B’s activities were scaled back, and the focus of the company was changed to “New Age” supplies and seminars. The company’s occult literature and records were absorbed into the Foundation database for further study. Over the next two months, SCP-6237-C became a model anomalous detainee. He would willingly divulge all aspects of SCP-6237-B’s anomalous dealings and capabilities, except for the source of his knowledge. The subject became friendly and jovial with all containment staff, convincing them to allow for an interview with Director DeWitt. Over the course of ninety minutes, SCP-6237-C was able to convince Director DeWitt that he had imperative information for the consideration of the O5 Council. Despite the unconventional nature of the request, Director DeWitt submitted a proposal for Overwatch Command to hear this information. This proposal was initially denied, but after several more requests by Director DeWitt an O5 delegation was scheduled to meet with SCP-6237-C on 5 April, 1989. Incident 6237-Ω + 4/6237 Clearance Required - Close Mere moments before the scheduled meeting was to occur with representatives of the Council – as O5-level personnel are not allowed direct access to any anomalous individuals – containment alarms in SCP-6237-C’s chamber at Site-106 were triggered. When containment staff confirmed the chamber had not been breached by conventional means, armed response was called to assist. On entrance to the containment chamber, an MTF Tau-9 squad discovered SCP-6237-C lying face down on the floor in a pool of his own blood. An autopsy was performed, and it was found that a perfectly circular fissure had been carved in the subject’s body from the top of his head to his groin. There was no damage to the surrounding area, ceiling or floor of the containment chamber. Five minutes after the body was discovered, the secure fax machine in Director Dewitt’s office received the following message: Foundation, We apologize for stepping in there, but it’s for the best. Despite the saying, the devil you know REALLY isn’t better. You are watched. You are protected. And you’re very welcome. – □□□13 Footnotes 1. As of writing, Foundation personnel have catalogued twenty-three volumes on various subjects including: Raising the Dead for Dummies, Communing with the Divine, Psychokinesis and You, and How to Deconsecrate a Holy Space. 2. The scale of which is usually reserved for individuals in the Serpent’s Hand, or one of the several occult colleges located within FP-01 (Three Portlands). 3. Provided for example, as over two hundred such incidents have been logged in total. A complete list of incidents relating to SCP-6237 can be obtained through authorized request to a RAISA representative. 4. Specializing in containment of anomalies related to the Library, the Serpent's Hand, and 'magic'. 5. Material destruction of the summoning sigil or corporeal gateway will often serve to dissipate even Tartean Class entities. 6. Following the incident with the GRU agent, trademarks and copyright information appeared on those instances of SCP-6237-A recovered in the previous seven years by Foundation personnel. 7. ERS had been employing undergraduates as interns from several Florida universities since their establishment in 1980 – despite this fact, no indication of anomalous activity was present from the company prior to the interference with the cognitohazardous effect. 8. The agent disappeared after transmitting their information to Site-106 subsequent to the interview and has been declared missing in action. 9. An additional service is available for the giftwrapping of occult paraphernalia/materials. 10. Foundation efforts had begun to focus on mainstream media coverage of “satanic conspiracies,” culminating in the November 1987 television special by Geraldo Rivera entitled “Satanic Cults and Children” featuring outlandish allegations of widespread conspiracies of supposed “Satanic” cult groups victimizing children. Rivera claimed that over a million Satanists were present within the United States and were highly organized. 11. Senior agent in the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. 12. The vast majority were secured through conventional means, but approximately 20% of the buyouts benefited from leverage applied to shareholders using intimidation, blackmail, or in one case, anomalous means. 13. The meaning of the three squares remains unclear. The Department’s analysts theorize that the original message contained special characters unsupported by the fax machine. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6237" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6237. 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: Cultist Author: Peter Harris License: CC BY 2.0 Source: LINK Filename: Cult Members Author: kylelf_ License: CC BY 2.0 Source: LINK Filename: Book cover Fabric Author: Delany Dan License: CC BY 2.0 Source: LINK Filename: Arcadia Office Building Author: Person-with-No Name License: CC BY 2.0 Source: LINK Filename: Baphomet wallpaper Author: nzhamstar License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: LINK Filename: Love Conquers Hate Author: Glendale United Methodist License: CC BY 2.0 Source: LINK
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SCP-6238
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neutralized
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Item #: SCP-6238 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6238's ashes have been given to Junior Researcher Moon. Description: SCP-6238 was Junior Researcher Moon's pet cat, Scronkle, which spontaneously burst into flames on 30/7/2022. Prior to this event, it was believed to be a non-anomalous house cat. There is some debate among Foundation researchers over whether SCP-6238 actually possessed any anomalous properties or was affected by an external anomalous phenomenon; the current designation of the cat itself as SCP-6238 is tentative. Based on the time when the smoke alarm in Junior Researcher Moon's room went off, it is estimated that SCP-6238 burst into flames at 8:37 a.m., shortly after Junior Researcher Moon left his room to get breakfast. By the time firefighting personnel arrived at the room, SCP-6238 had already been reduced to ash. This ash displayed no anomalous properties, and was given to Junior Researcher Moon shortly thereafter. Addendum 6238.1: On 31/7/2022, a Foundation webcrawler flagged a local news story from the town of ███████, Michigan, for potential anomalous activity. The story described an event from the previous morning where a man and his pet cat both spontaneously burst into flames. According to the story, the man's cat was named Scronkle. Investigation is ongoing. Addendum 6238.2: After further investigation, it has been discovered that the man was also named Scronkle. Investigative personnel are now attempting to locate other individuals named Scronkle, feline or otherwise, to determine if they also burst into flames on the morning of 30/7/2022. Individuals in the Foundation with names similar in spelling or pronunciation to "Scronkle" are being placed under observation until more information can be gathered. (Español) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6238" by UncannyClown276, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6238. 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-6239
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euclid
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Item#: 6239 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6239 has been placed in a medically induced coma and relocated to Site-97. No other anomalies are to be contained at Site-97. Personnel are to be assigned to SCP-6239 on a rotational basis, the specific duration of such rotations being subject to individual preference. Under absolutely no condition should the subject ever be awakened. Any personnel who awaken the subject will be immediately terminated. Awakening of the subject can be performed using the 'Emergency Wake' button beside SCP-6239's medical module. Description: SCP-6239 is a thirteen-year-old female human capable of extremely potent reality alteration within an as-of-yet unknown range. The precise limits of SCP-6239's abilities, if any exist, are not currently understood, but testing prior to being placed in a medically induced coma indicates it possesses the following capabilities: Instant and unlimited generation of unique individuals and objects. Instant alteration of the world based on SCP-6239's desires, both subconscious and otherwise. Instant transportation of individuals and objects from one location to another. Instant regeneration from any injury, including those that are instantly lethal. Instant annihilation of individuals and objects, whether originally created by itself or otherwise. Following SCP-6239's coma, it has not demonstrated the capacity to use these abilities. Addendum 6239-1 (Transition Log 6239-1) On 17/11/2021, the acting Director for SCP-6239 research, Dr. Aksamit, submitted a request to transfer out of Site-97. As such, a replacement for his position — Dr. Andrews — was called in. The following records detail the transition process for posterity. Context: Introductory meeting between the incumbent Director of SCP-6239 researcher, Dr. Aksamit, and their impending replacement, Dr. Andrews. Primary purpose is to introduce Dr. Andrews to the obligations and background for SCP-6239 containment. <Begin Log> (Dr. Andrews enters Dr. Aksamit's office and sits down in the chair as indicated. They reach across the desk and shake Dr. Aksamit's hand.) Dr. Aksamit: You're a little late. You get delayed? Dr. Andrews: Yes, sorry, I was under the impression someone was supposed to be meeting me at the entrance, but nobody seemed to have shown up. To be honest, I had to wander about a little to find your office, and most of the personnel didn't seem to be doing much, uh, much work at all. No offense. Dr. Aksamit: Nah, nah, it's fine. We like to fuck around here. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: Oh, uh… Dr. Aksamit: Happy birthday, by the way. Dr. Andrews: It isn't my birthday. (Dr. Aksamit winces.) Dr. Aksamit: Yeah… probably best to get this over with sooner rather than later. You ain't real. Me neither. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: I'm… excuse me? Dr. Aksamit: Lemme explain in full. SCP-6239 is a reality bender, right? And a pretty strong one, too? That's what the document says, right? Dr. Andrews: …right. Dr. Aksamit: The way I see it, then, there's two possibilities: either SCP-6239 has created and maintains Site-97 and all the personnel here, or SCP-6239 has created and maintains our entire universe. Obviously, I'd prefer the former, since that would imply something about what I know is actually true, but there's no way for me to test that — outside the obvious, and I wouldn't be around to see the results of that test. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: …you realize there's a third possibility, right? Dr. Aksamit: Oh yeah? Dr. Andrews: That Site-97, the personnel here and our entire universe do actually exist, and that you desperately need psychiatric help. (Dr. Aksamit laughs.) Dr. Aksamit: Nah. I don't buy it. I can prove it, you know — prove we don't exist. Freaks people out. Dr. Andrews: Really? Go ahead, then. Dr. Aksamit: You said you showed up here at the main entrance, right, and nobody was there to welcome you? Dr. Andrews: Right. Dr. Aksamit: What were you doing just before that? (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: Well, I… that's… i-it was a long flight, so… Dr. Aksamit: You're going with jetlag? That's kind of weak, but I can keep going. The reason you don't remember what happened before you got here is because you started existing when you got here. There literally wasn't a life before that, sorry. Let's keep going, though, let's keep going. You got a partner, kid? Girlfriend, boyfriend, anything like that? Dr. Andrews: (quietly) I have a girlfriend. Dr. Aksamit: Cool. What's her name? (Pause. Dr. Andrews shifts uncomfortably in their seat.) Dr. Andrews: (slowly) I-I've heard that some sites, in the past, have had really serious amnestic leakages. It can flow through the air for hours before anyone realizes… Dr. Aksamit: You're saying shit you don't believe. Let's go for the triple threat, then, kiddo. What's your name? (Dr. Andrews straightens up in their seat.) Dr. Andrews: Well, there you go. Of course I know my own name — it's Dr. Andrews. Dr. Aksamit: Your first name. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: I… (Dr. Aksamit gets up from his seat and slaps his hands together exaggeratedly.) Dr. Aksamit: Well, there you have it. You're a figment of someone else's imagination, your whole life is a lie, and the universe is a childish illusion. I'm gonna head out and — hopefully — cease to exist. Look after the place for me, yeah? (Dr. Aksamit pats Dr. Andrews on the back as he passes and leaves the room. A moment later, Dr. Andrews springs up from their seat and runs out into the hallway to pursue Dr. Aksamit.) Dr. Andrews: Wait! (Dr. Aksamit is no longer present.) <End Log> Conclusion: Dr. Andrews successfully welcomed to Site-97. Command transferred. Context: Dr. Andrews introducing themselves to Dr. Ito, head of personnel at Site-97. <Begin Log> (Dr. Ito is sorting books on the bookshelf in her office. She appears to be compulsively switching the locations of several books over and over again. She jumps when Dr. Andrews enters, whirling around.) Dr. Andrews: Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to alarm. (Dr. Ito shakes her head, returning to her desk and sitting behind it.) Dr. Ito: No, that's fine. I was inside my own head. No problem. You're the new Director, then? Good. Aksamit lost his mind ages ago. Best to get him out of here. Best for everyone. What is it I can do for you? Dr. Andrews: Y-You say Aksamit lost his mind? So it's not true, then? What he said? Dr. Ito: Of course not, don't be stupid. Man jumped to conclusions — it's idiotic to think we don't exist. The fact you can even consider the notion proves that. You shouldn't have delayed in coming to see me. I imagine that theory's had time to marinate. Dr. Andrews: I apologize, yes, but… I had to think about it for some time. To — to consider the implications, I suppose. Dr. Ito: Waste of your time. Don't dwell on that kind of paranoia. Dr. Andrews: I have to admit, though — the proof Aksamit cited, I — I don't know how to refute that. I checked, and we don't even store amnestics at Site-97. (Dr. Ito nods.) Dr. Ito: Understandable. It gave me pause, too, at the time at least — but I have my own hypothesis, infinitely more likely. Dr. Andrews: And what's that? Dr. Ito: I won't deny our situation here is unusual — however, I find it more likely that we've somehow been removed from the real world and our memories tampered with than some notion that we're — what? Illusions? Delusions? Preposterous. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: (quietly) Is that… something you can prove? Dr. Ito: Of course not. But it's self-evident. I think, therefore I am. You understand? Dr. Andrews: But… what if we're not the ones doing the thinking? (Pause.) Dr. Ito: (quietly) He got to you, didn't he? Nevermind. No point in talking to you anymore. Please leave. Dr. Andrews: If you're so sure we're 6239's captives, why not try to kill her, or press the button? Wouldn't that solve the problem? Dr. Ito: Please leave. <End Log> Conclusion: Dr. Andrews successfully acquainted with Dr. Ito. Context: Dr. Andrews introducing themselves to Officer Baroque, head of security at Site-97. <Begin Log> (Dr. Andrews enters the Site-97 cafeteria. Save for themself and Office Baroque, it is empty. Numerous empty bottles of liquor are present on the table Officer Baroque is sitting at, and he is drinking from one half-full bottle. He nods to Dr. Andrews as they enter and puts down the bottle.) Officer Baroque: Ah! Yo. What's up? Dr. Andrews: Hello. Dr. Andrews, new Director. Can I ask you something? Officer Baroque: Go for it. Dr. Andrews: Is this real? Officer Baroque: Nope. Dr. Andrews: Why do you say that? Officer Baroque: Everything. The world don't make sense. Lemme ask you — how'd you get here? Dr. Andrews: Here? To Site-97? Officer Baroque: No, here to the cafeteria. (Pause.) Officer Baroque: There you go. None of this exists, really, so none of this matters. Might as well drink and laugh and fuck forever and ever, right? You want one? Dr. Andrews: (shakes their head) No… no, I don't. Officer Baroque: (shrugs) Suit yourself. (Pause. Officer Baroque picks up the bottle and continues drinking.) Dr. Andrews: I've been thinking about something. (Officer Baroque puts the bottle back down.) Officer Baroque: If you say you've been thinking about pushing that button, I'll kill you right here. Dr. Andrews: That's… Officer Baroque: If you're dissatisfied, you transfer out like Aksamit did and disappear. We've got a good thing going on here. Don't fuck it up for us. Dr. Andrews: But you said it yourself, it's not real. If all of this is fake, isn't it best just to put an end to it? How long are we expected to go on like this? Officer Baroque: (drinks) Tastes real enough for me. <End Log> Conclusion: Dr. Andrews successfully acquainted with Officer Baroque. Context: Dr. Andrews begins preparation of their office in anticipation of their duties. <Begin Log> (Dr. Andrews enters their office and pauses. D-253 is sweeping the floor.) Dr. Andrews: (chuckles) I don't know how I got here. Do you? D-253: Not a clue. (Pause. Dr. Andrews sits down at their desk.) Dr. Andrews: S-Sorry, do you know? D-253: That all of this is a pipe dream? Sure I do. Ain't a person here who doesn't know. Dr. Andrews: (quietly) I didn't know, when I first… showed up. I think I didn't know for a whole thirty minutes. D-253: Those were the days, huh? Dr. Andrews: (laughs) They sure were. (Pause. D-253 continues sweeping.) Dr. Andrews: If you know this isn't real, why are you still bothering to clean? D-253: I'm the janitor. It's what I'm here for. Dr. Andrews: That's some good work ethic. It'll look good on your resume. If resumes actually exist, I guess. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: What is it you want from me? D-253: What makes you think I want something from you? Dr. Andrews: If this is a dream, and we all exist in the imagination of the dreamer — then, effectively, we're all SCP-6239 having a conversation with herself. And you're here, randomly sweeping my office even though it's pointless. What is it I want to say to myself? (Pause.) D-253: Like I said, I'm the janitor. Cleaning is what I do. Dr. Andrews: Yes, but… D-253: You're the Director. Making choices is what you do. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: You want me to push the button? D-253: Sounds like you want to push the button — and lemme tell ya. Anything you want, she definitely wanted first. It's up to you to decide if she still wants that. There ain't a person who can stop you from making her decision. Dr. Andrews: Officer Baroque said… D-253: He ain't real. Why are ya scared of someone who ain't real? (Pause.) D-253: Well, food for thought, I guess. I gotta head out. I'm transferring out soon. Maybe I'll see you around. Dr. Andrews: (quietly) Maybe. (D-253 is no longer present.) <End Log> Conclusion: Dr. Andrews successfully acquainted with SCP-6239. Context: Dr. Andrews attends to SCP-6239 for the stated purpose of containment maintenance. <Begin Log> (Dr. Andrews enters SCP-6239's containment chamber and sits beside the bed, looking at SCP-6239. They sigh.) Dr. Andrews: Heya. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: It's funny. I was tempted to think that you weren't responding, but — if what Aksamit said is true, then you are responding. I'm the response. Which, to me, suggests that you do want to wake up, since that's… what I want, I guess. That's, uh… that's really something, huh? (chuckles) (Pause. Dr. Andrews looks at the 'Emergency Wake' button.) Dr. Andrews: I thought about putting this to a vote, but I couldn't get everyone together to do it, so… I guess it's up to me, then. Or, well, it's up to you. Like it's always been. (Pause. Dr. Andrews puts a finger to their pulse. They appear to be crying.) Dr. Andrews: N-Nice job on this, by the way. Very… (swallows) Very realistic. Could have sworn I was real for a while there. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: I just wanted to say, before I do what I'm about to do… I-I'm not actually sure what I want to say, but I feel like I need to say something. Not for posterity, because nobody's ever gonna know about this. Probably not even you. They're not my last words, because I've never really said my first ones, but… (Pause. Dr. Andrew laughs.) Dr. Andrews: Could you try and have a less depressing dream next time? One where we don't figure it out? (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: That's it. (Dr. Andrews gets up from their chair and heads over to the medical module. Their finger hovers over the 'Emergency Wake' button.) Dr. Andrews: (quietly) Of course, if Ito is right, there's the possibility I'll be the one to wake up after I press this button. (Pause.) Dr. Andrews: Nah. I don't buy it. (For a moment, Dr. Andrews hesitates. Then, they press the button. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6239" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6239. 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-6240
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keter
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close Info X SCP-6240: An Absence of Light Authors: CrystalMonarch, Nyelo and FluffyDog00. Image Info: Image 1: License: CC BY 4.0 Source: https://www.eso.org/public/images/eso1218a/ Author: European Southern Observatory Image 2: License: CC BY-SA 4.0 (Was edited to make star disappear) Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nu_Geminorum.jpg Author: David Ritter Image 3: License: Public Domain Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Carina_Nebula_in_Hubble_Palette_Rasa_8.jpg Author: Dylan O'Donnell Item #: SCP-6240 Level 4/6240 Classified Star cluster NGC 6604, the current location of SCP-6240. Special Containment Procedures: The Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU) has been tasked with developing a permanent method of preventing SCP-6240 from reaching our solar system. Additionally, the IAU has been tasked with using contacts within both government and corporate space agencies to suppress public knowledge of SCP-6240. Any data regarding SCP-6240 or its effects that becomes publicly available is to be discredited by Foundation front media companies. Any parties which independently discover the existence of SCP-6240 are to be either amnesticized, or recruited into the IAU1. Description: SCP-6240 is an astronomical entity, previously categorized as Discrepancy-22A1B736PY. Images from the Foundation Orbital Observatory show it physically resembles a large nebula2, although it has displayed both the capacity to alter its shape, as well as to vastly accelerate and decelerate while retaining internal coherence. Given this, it is theorized that its appearance is a form of camouflaging mimicry. Due to its unusual nature, it is difficult to accurately judge the physical properties of SCP-6240. However, based on its size and radiance, traditional methods indicate a mass of between 2 × 10^32 kg and 2 × 10^33 kg3. Its movements can be more accurately assessed, and observation has indicated a maximum speed of approximately 0.5c4 and acceleration capable of reaching this speed after a matter of weeks. SCP-6240 seeks out and consumes stars, preferentially seeking those with sapient life within their solar system. It is currently impossible to effectively contain SCP-6240, or prevent it from continuing to consume stars. Discovery: SCP-6240 first came to the attention of the Foundation via an anthropological investigation of several Late Bronze Age civilizations. Analysis of astronomical data taken from archaeological studies of these civilizations revealed that all had recorded the disappearance of a bright star within the Pleiades cluster at the same time, in a manner inconsistent with supernova or any other known stellar phenomenon5. This was combined with data from numerous other cultures around the world of extant stars which are now no longer present, far more than could be explained by non-anomalous stellar decay. Addendum 6240.1: The IAU’s6 request for full SCP Classification. Request for SCP Classification Date: 1981/07/29 Requestee(s): Dr. Doug Y. Fluv, Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner Department: Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU) Anomaly: Discrepancy-22A1B736PY, the unexplained disappearance of stars. Reason for Classification: We at the IAU believe that this discrepancy may be the result of an unknown entity or entities that are somehow destroying stars. As this poses an obvious danger to the security of Earth, we suggest immediate classification as a full SCP object, as well as increased funding to our department. This funding will be used to recruit new team members to more thoroughly examine the historical record for data on this anomaly, and to monitor the stars for evidence of its current location, and proof that it remains active. Result: REQUEST DENIED Reason Given: There is at present no evidence that this anomaly currently exists, or, if it does that it poses a threat to Foundation operations or goals. Additionally, were it to exist, there is likely no action the Foundation could take at this time to contain it or to limit its actions in any way. As such, no additional funding will be given and research will be limited to passive astronomical observation and historical data analysis. Addendum 6240.2: An extract from the Log of Extranormal Events, recorded several years later: Event Description: Proxima Geminorum, a red dwarf, disappeared suddenly from the sky in a manner consistent with historical records of Discrepancy-22A1B736PY. Date of Occurrence: 1986/03/15 Location: Visually, Proxima Geminorum was present within the Gemini constellation. Astronomically, it was the closest star to Earth at a distance of 3.17 light-years. Follow-up Actions Taken: Class 1 cover-up operation, with mass amnesticisation and alterations to publicly available data to amend records such that Alpha Centauri was always the closest star to Earth. All evidence of Proxima Geminorum removed from the public sphere. Addendum 6240.3: Images taken as part of the investigation into Discrepancy-22A1B736PY. The area of sky containing Proxima Geminorum, before and after its disappearance. Addendum 6240.4: The following is a video transcript of a meeting between the three Researchers of the IAU following the disappearance of Proxima Geminorum. Date: 1986/03/17 Personnel Present: Dr. Doug Y. Fluv Dr. Edna Kowal Dr. Otto Warner <BEGIN LOG> <Dr. Warner and Dr. Kowal are seated quietly at a conference table looking over the data on the Proxima Geminorum disappearance. Dr. Kowal is bouncing her foot up and down at a rapid pace. Dr. Fluv enters the room with a clipboard in hand. He tosses the clipboard on the table and sits down. He sighs.> Dr. Fluv: Well, then. It looks like our suspicions from a few years ago have been confirmed: something is eating the stars. Dr. Kowal: Yeah, this is one time where getting to say ‘I told you so’ doesn’t feel worth it. Dr. Warner: I think this calls for another request to the Director7 for official classification. We need funding and manpower so we can take immediate action and stop this thing from getting anywhere near Sol. <Dr. Fluv shakes his head.> Dr. Fluv: We don’t have time for that. Dr. Warner: What do you mean? Dr. Fluv: The Foundation’s focus right now is on covering up the disappearance. By the time they get around to investigating the cause, the sun could already be gone. We need to act fast, get some idea of what it is we’re dealing with here. Dr. Warner: So, what do you suggest we do? More or less every telescope on the planet has been pointed at where Geminorum was, and all they’ve seen is the dead husk of what used to be a star. Respectfully, you can’t just say we need to act. We need a plan. <Dr. Fluv puts his head in his palm and rubs his eyes.> Dr. Fluv: I know, I’m sorry. I don’t have any genius ideas. I just know we need to do something. Maybe there’s more to the historic records, something we’ve missed? Dr. Kowal: Maybe. I’ve exhausted all the conventional sources over the past four years though, so we’d need to start reaching out to anomalous groups. Somehow, I doubt the Director would be happy about that. I reckon he might prefer to see the sun disappear than have his reputation sullied dealing with ‘uncontained anomalies’. Dr. Fluv: Our first priority has to be on containing this thing, not keeping the bosses happy. Go for it, reach out to whoever you need to, and if he finds out, I’ll square things with Hirschilde. <Dr. Warner (who has been studying the Proxima Geminorum data) puts his finger up.> Dr. Warner: Hold on. I got something. <Dr. Warner leans over the table, his hands clasped. He shifts his attention between Dr. Fluv and Dr. Kowal.> Dr. Warner: Now, if we assume it's an entity consuming the stars and not just an invisible phenomenon, it should be possible to observe it. We didn’t manage to catch it after Geminorum disappeared, but maybe we just weren’t fast enough. Dr. Fluv: That doesn’t exactly help us. There’s a hell of a lot of space to cover and we can’t just pick points at random to search. Dr. Warner: No, but there’s only one route that should really concern us. We can track the path it would need to take to reach Sol, and have our telescopes sweep the area. If we don’t find anything, then at least we’ll have confirmed it’s not an immediate threat. Dr. Fluv: And if we do find something? Dr. Warner: Then we should have no problem getting that extra funding. <Dr. Kowal scoffs.> Dr. Kowal: Watch the Director keep ignoring us until the sun gets eaten. Dr. Warner: Don't jinx it, Kowal. <END LOG> Addendum 6240.5: A new request for full SCP Classification was sent by the IAU on 1986/03/24. Request for SCP Classification The entity responsible for Proxima Geminorum’s disappearance. Requestee(s): Dr. Doug Y. Fluv, Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner Department: Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU) Anomaly: Discrepancy-22A1B736PY, the unexplained disappearance of stars. Reason for Classification: We have found the central cause of Discrepancy-22A1B736PY. This phenomenon was found near Proxima Geminorum after its disappearance. It is our belief that the image attached, captured by the Foundation Orbital Observatory, is enough to warrant an official classification, along with the expansion of the IAU and its resources. Result: REQUEST APPROVED The expansion of the IAU into a full department will begin immediately, with a resulting increase in funding and additional staff. Director Damien Hirschilde will also be taking a more direct role in the activity of the IAU going forwards, until such time that SCP-6240 is contained. Addendum 6240.6: The following is a video transcript of a meeting between Dir. Hirschilde and Dr. Warner shortly after the expansion of the IAU was approved. Date: 1986/03/28 Personnel Present: Dir. Damien Hirschilde Dr. Otto Warner <BEGIN LOG> <Dir. Hirschilde enters Dr. Warner’s office.> Dir. Hirschilde: Quite the new office you have here, Senior Researcher. Dr. Warner: That's weird. Dir. Hirschilde: What is? Dr. Warner: It’s nothing, sir. It’s just odd to be a ‘Senior Researcher’ after so long. I’m still used to being the one taking orders from the Seniors. Dir. Hirschilde: Ah, I get it. It took me a while to get used to it too, back in the day. But hey, you need to get used to authority if you’re going to be bossing around all the new Junior Researchers in the department. <Both of them chuckle, followed by a few seconds of silence.> Dr. Warner: All right, I presume you’ve already read what we have on SCP-6240, right? Dir. Hirschilde: Of course, SCP-6240 is my top priority right now. In fact, that’s the reason I’m here. I have some questions I'd like to ask you. Dr. Warner: Go ahead, I’m happy to help with anything I can, although I’m afraid there’s a lot that’s still a mystery to all of us. Dir. Hirschilde: So, it says here that you found out about this anomaly through analysis of archaeological studies, correct? Dr. Warner: Right. Dir. Hirschilde: Do these studies have any relevance to SCP-6240 as it is now? Dr. Warner: Pardon? Dir. Hirschilde: Well, this entity is a celestial object, something physical and real that’s actively out there and will be here in just a few years. I don't see what clay tablets from ancient civilizations add now that we have modern telescopes looking straight at this thing. Dr. Warner: Archaeological research has provided lots of valuable information so far. Dir. Hirschilde: Like what? Dr. Warner: Well, it let us know that this entity exists in the first place and well… <Dr. Warner seems unable to think of something.> Dir. Hirschilde: I thought so. And what about Dr Kowal? Don’t think I haven’t noticed her disappearing act. I know she’s out there associating with uncontained anomalies, no doubt getting more lies and myths than usable information. <Dr. Warner glances away.> Dr. Warner: I, uh, don’t know anything about that. What are you getting at here? Dir. Hirschilde: Look, I just want to make sure we have our priorities straight. There’s a lot of brainpower in this department now, and I want to keep it focused on things that can help in the real world, and not waste it chasing historical knick-knacks or superstitious mumbo jumbo. <Dr. Warner grimaces.> Dr. Warner: But that’s how we’ve always done things, and it’s always worked for us before. Dr. Fluv says- Dir. Hirschilde: Dr. Fluv isn’t in charge of this department. I am. And you’re in the big leagues now, Otto. The real Foundation. You can’t be chasing myths and nonsense anymore, we’ve got a world to save. <Director Hirschilde leaves the room.> <END LOG> Addendum 6240.7: A transcript of an interview with POI-45SE8 regarding her experience with SCP-6240. Date: 1986/04/09 Personnel Present: Dir. Damien Hirschilde Dr. Edna Kowal Foreword: Contradicting the Director’s orders, Dr. Warner was able to identify within the historic record anomalous individuals who claimed to have contacted SCP-6240. These individuals appeared very infrequently, usually after the disappearance of a star, and generally were already anomalous prior to contact. Based upon the theory that one or more of these individuals may currently exist, an attempt was made to contact one. Through the use of her contacts in the anomalous community, Dr. Kowal was able to discover POI-45SE, a Type-Blue9 who matched historic descriptions of those who had contacted SCP-6240. POI-45SE was under the care of individuals hostile to the Foundation10, however, Dr. Kowal was able to arrange for an interview, in exchange for a guarantee that information obtained would not be used to pursue containment of POI-45SE or GOI-3376. For this interview, she was accompanied by Director Hirschilde, to observe and ensure Foundation protocol was upheld. As part of the conditions of the interview, no video was permitted to the following. Transcript is based on audio-only logs, with supplemental descriptions from Dr. Kowal. <BEGIN LOG> <Dir. Hirschilde whispers to Dr. Kowal.> Dir. Hirschilde: Goddamit Kowal, there’s at least three psycho-spiritual entities in the room with us right now. I’m tempted to call in the big guns and put this whole place under containment. Dr. Kowal: Calm down, Director. We’re here to try and save the world. You can go back to chasing ghosts later. <Background audio of ambient conversation.> Dr. Kowal: We’re here for Balaska. I assume you know who we are? Unidentified Voice: Yeah, I know you. Remember the agreement, no funny business, and you can talk with what’s left of her. You have ten minutes, then you’re out of here. Got a problem with that? Dr. Kowal: Not at all. Unidentified Voice: Right this way then, Jailors. <Sound of background conversation fades into silence. Dir. Hirschilde gasps.> Dr. Kowal: Ah, Mrs. Balaska, I assume? POI-45SE: In a sense. I am what remains of her. <POI-45SE wore heavy clothing, including gloves and a veil which fully concealed her appearance. Additionally, the Keepers of the Dead had contained her within a Blavatsky-Anderson arcane boundary, a potent combination of physical and runic protections designed to prevent powerful hostile entities from crossing.> Dr. Kowal: We want to talk to you about the entity we’re calling SCP-6240. The entity that consumed Proxima Geminorum. Dir. Hirschilde: Damn it, Kowal, that’s classified information! <POI-45SE laughs.> POI-45SE: Your lies and your memory drugs have no power here, Jailor. Not among those with the true sight. I met the one you refer to, the hungering mouth that even now approaches. Dr. Kowal: Tell me about how you encountered the entity. POI-45SE: Very well. As I am sure you have surmised, I was a student of the metaphysical arts, and chief among my talents was my skill at astral projection. It was within the astral plane that I first glimpsed it. Dr. Kowal: Can you describe what you saw? POI-45SE: At first I saw only a great shining light upon the horizon, far distant but incredibly luminescent. And from it I sensed only hunger. Dir. Hirschilde: That doesn’t make sense. SCP-6240 has very low luminosity, that’s part of why it took so long for us to find. POI-45SE: Perhaps on the physical realm. Within the astral plane we leave our physical bodies behind, and become what many call the soul. It is our ‘body of light’, the part of us that makes us who we are, beyond mere flesh and mechanisms. Dr. Kowal: And SCP-6240 has one hell of a bright light. POI-45SE: Correct. Such a great light that I took it for a god or other celestial being. I assumed it had a mind and a voice, and that I could commune with it in some way. I was a fool. Dr. Kowal: What happened? POI-45SE: I found that it was but a mouth, immense and hungering. Upon drawing close to it I was devoured utterly, drawn in by its gravity and its sheer presence. For a moment, while my soul and my body were still connected, I caught a glimpse of what lies inside its maw. Dr. Kowal: What was inside? POI-45SE: Light. So much and so varied, more than I have ever seen before. Dr. Kowal: What does that mean? POI-45SE: I have seen beings that called themselves gods. I have spoken with immortals older than civilization, but I have never seen anything near as bright as what I saw in its maw. It is not a destroyer, it is a collector, and it is full of so much light from so many places. Alien lights from far distant worlds, and light that feels almost familiar. It contains worlds, and souls beyond counting, and now my soul numbers among them. I am there now, and I can only hope that the world within is not one of suffering. Dir. Hirschilde: But you’re still here, still talking to us. What do you mean that your soul is gone? POI-45SE: Am I still here? <At this point, POI-45SE removed her veil, and revealed that her skin, eyes, mouth, and all other visible parts of her were perfectly dark, resembling a three-dimensional shadow which absorbed all light that reached her.> <END LOG> Addendum 6240.8: A transcript of a meeting of all senior staff at the IAU. Date: 1986/06/23 Personnel Present: Dr. Doug Y. Fluv Dr. Edna Kowal Dr. Otto Warner Dir. Damien Hirschilde <BEGIN LOG> <Dir. Hirschilde clears his throat.> Dir. Hirschilde: It’s been three months since we got our first good look at this thing. Let's do a quick rundown, shall we? Dr. Warner, let’s start with your project, what’s the status of that bomb of yours? <Dir. Hirschilde gestures a gloved hand at Dr. Warner. Doctor Warner sighs.> Dr. Warner: Yes, in co-operation with our new recruits from the Rocketry Division and the Anomalous Weaponry Department we came up with a device that could, theoretically, destabilize spacetime around the anomaly, causing it to implode into a highly condensed state and hopefully either imprison or destroy it. We managed to get the device small enough to fit on one of the Ranginui-class rockets. Dir. Hirschilde: Excellent, have you launched yet? Dr. Warner: Um, yes. Dir. Hirschilde: So what happened? The rocket couldn't have reached SCP-6240 yet. The entity’s not even at the Oort Cloud. <Dr. Warner looks down.> Dr. Warner: There was an… incident. The acceleration pressures of the launch were too much for the device; it activated prematurely shortly after leaving the atmosphere. Didn’t achieve anything other than destroying the rocket it was launched on. Dir. Hirschilde: Well, at least we have a device capable of destroying it! I say we- Dr. Fluv: Wait a second, hold on. We’re taking huge risks trying to use any anomaly, much less one with that kind of destructive power. What if it had malfunctioned on the launchpad? And we didn't even know that it would actually work even if it did reach the entity. The scale of SCP-6240 is enormous and for all we know you might just piss it off. <Dr. Fluv gestures to Director Hirschilde.> Dr. Fluv: You authorized this? Dir. Hirschilde: Yes. Considering all the factors, I thought it stood a good chance of working. I’ve seen what this thing can do to people, if there’s a chance we can stop it, that’s worth a little sacrifice. <Dr. Fluv stands up, leaning both hands on the table as he stares at Director Hirschilde.> Dr. Fluv: Oh, so you’re the expert all of a sudden? I’ve been researching this thing for half a decade now while you told me not to worry about it. I’ve dedicated my whole damn life to saving this planet from the monsters that lurk out there in the dark, so don’t you tell me about sacrifice. Dir. Hirschilde: Doctor Fluv, I have had to put up with a lot from this team, but I will not tolerate insubordination! I am in charge here! <Dr. Fluv and Dir. Hirschilde stare each other down. Dir. Hirschilde grits his teeth.> Dir. Hirschilde: Now, please. Sit down. <Dr. Fluv takes a deep breath, then sits down.> Dir. Hirschilde: Good. Now, Dr. Warner, do you have any other ideas? Dr. Warner: Well, whichever weapon we use, the main issue at the moment appears to be getting it close enough to SCP-6240 before it reaches our solar system. Dir. Hirschilde: Do you have any suggestions on how we can do that? Dr. Warner: Well, I read your report on the encounter with POI-45SE. If she can reach SCP-6240 via the astral plane, I see no reason why we can’t do the same. Dir. Hirschilde: If you’ve read the report, you know what happened to her. I had a little taste of it myself. <Dir. Hirschilde removes the glove from his hand, revealing a pitch-black silhouette that absorbs all light.> Dir. Hirschilde: It's not something I think you’d care to experience. The hand still has a full sensation, but there’s also an odd empty feeling. I keep forgetting I have a hand there at all, until I force myself to remember. Dr. Kowal: I warned you not to touch her. Dir. Hirschilde: You did. But I thought that taking her back here to study was worth more than keeping your word with some organization of uncontained anomalies. Dr. Kowal: And look where that got you. I think the bigger issue here is that Balaska described how her soul was getting eaten by that monstrosity out on the astral plane. Any personnel that we send may not be able to get back. Dr. Warner: What if this is a risk we might have to take? We can’t astral-project a device; an object alone has no soul. This can only be achieved by sapient living beings. Dr. Fluv: If that's the case, then it's not useful. Unless we want to try wrestling SCP-6240 into submission. Dr. Kowal: Maybe we could find a weapon with enough of a soul to reach the astral plane? The Foundation has plenty of sapient people and objects with anomalous capabilities, maybe one of them- <Dr. Fluv shakes his head.> Dr. Fluv: No good. None of them have the firepower necessary to affect something of this sheer size. Dr. Warner: What about… an extension of the self? Could that work? Dr. Fluv: Care to elaborate? Dr. Warner: Think of a prosthetic arm, one that a person has had long enough to see it as a part of themselves. Could that transfer to the astral plane? If the user accepts that as a part of themselves, I'm sure it could work. Dr. Fluv: That sounds plausible. Perhaps we could just replicate your previous device as a prosthetic then? Dr. Kowal: No. If you pulled that off, it might let you take it to the astral plane, but it couldn’t touch the entity once it got there. Anything that works with energy or matter is out; those don’t exist on the astral plane. We need something that can target its soul. Dr. Fluv: That’s… problematic. What could, in theory, damage it? Dr. Warner: Perhaps we could use a memetic weapon? If we had a sufficiently potent meme, then, theoretically, we could transport it to the astral plane using our own minds as carriers. There we could infect the entity with something capable of killing or disabling it. I know of a few options we could consider. Dr. Fluv: Sounds like a plan. I'm looking forward to killing this bastard alongside you all. <END LOG> Addendum 6240.9: Termination Log 6240-01. Request for SCP Termination Requestee(s): Dr. Doug Y. Fluv, Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner Department: Interstellar Anomalies Unit (IAU) Anomaly: SCP-6240 Reason for Termination: Imminent threat of human extinction. Method of Termination: Astral Projection of subject experts, and subsequent utilisation of memetic agents to terminate or immobilize SCP-6240. Result: REQUEST DENIED Reason Given: Director Hirschilde has determined that this method has a very low chance of success, and would likely result in the loss of valuable assets11 with little return. As such, the IAU is ordered to focus on researching alternative methods of termination that do not rely on the unstable mechanism of the astral realm. Addendum 6240.10: The following document was added to the SCP-6240 file on 1986/07/15, without the permission of Director Hirschilde. SCP-6240 Deterrence Expedition Date: 1986/07/15 Staff Present: Dr. Doug Y. Fluv Dr. Edna Kowal Dr. Otto Warner Foreword: To Director Hirschilde and the rest of Foundation Command, We respectfully reject your orders, and have decided to continue on with the termination of SCP-6240, regardless of whether you grant permission or not. The following document is a transcript of our expedition into the astral plane to stop SCP-6240. There is a good chance we will not return, so Dr Kowal has set this document to automatically update based on data transmitted back from the astral plane via a device she obtained from the Keepers of the Dead. No D-Class or other personnel will be involved in this process, as we believe only those who are willing to sacrifice themselves should bear the journey. If we do not return, we are confident that the remaining members of the IAU will continue our work with the same efforts and talent they have shown so far. We, as the founding members of this department, know that they will continue to protect humanity from the abnormalities beyond the stars. I know the Director doesn’t approve and considers this an unnecessary risk. My colleagues and I feel that since our opinions are so little valued by the Foundation, our deaths would be no great loss. And if this works and we save the world, I’m sure you will overlook a little flouting of the rules. If this is our last goodbye, we would like to say that it has been an honor to serve the Foundation. May it continue to keep humanity in the light. Sincerely, Dr. Doug Y. Fluv Co-signed: Dr. Edna Kowal, Dr. Otto Warner <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Warner: Well, that was certainly a sensation like no other. Tell me, can one’s soul vomit? Dr. Kowal: I felt the same way my first time astral projecting. Just try to relax and let go of the physical, you’re thoughts and energy now, no pesky GI system to worry about. Dr. Fluv: Focus up, people. We’re on a mission. Otto, are you fit to continue? Dr. Warner: Uh, yes. I think I can manage. Dr. Fluv: Let’s move, then. <The three move towards SCP-6240, visible as an immensely bright light on the horizon. After an indeterminate12 amount of time they arrive.> <SCP-6240 appears as a very large and constantly shifting mass of light. While initially appearing uniformly bright, there are patterns visible upon closer viewing. Many of these are strange and otherworldly in form, but several appear human.> Dr. Fluv: OK, we’re not quite on the event horizon here, but we’re close enough to start trying to inject the weapon packages. Warner, start giving that thing everything you’ve got, and Edna and I will see if there’s anything we can learn from it. Damn shame we can’t bring equipment into the astral plane. Dr. Warner: No problem, sir. <Dr. Warner begins using ritual practices to generate cognitohazardous memetic imagery. Parts of his ‘body of light’ detach to form these symbols, which he then channels towards SCP-6240.> Dr. Fluv: It’s one thing looking through a telescope or at data. It’s quite another meeting this thing in person. It’s so damn huge. We have to stop this thing from reaching Earth, no matter the cost. Dr. Kowal: I’m open to ideas if you’ve got any. Dr. Fluv: Those shapes are strange; some of them almost look like people. Dr. Kowal: You’re probably right. Dr. Fluv: I assume they astral projected and got consumed. Dr. Kowal: Yes, I belie- Wait, I think I recognize one of them… Balaska! <Dr. Kowal starts moving forward.> Dr. Fluv: Wait, Edna! Get back here! It’s not safe! <Dr. Kowal approaches the SCP-6240 entity, moving an indeterminate distance closer, and speaks.> Dr. Kowal: Sofia Balaska. I can tell it's you. I don’t know if you’ll remember me, but I spoke with a part of you that was left behind. Can you talk? Unknown Voice: I… Yes, I can talk. You need to leave now, you are not safe here. I do not know you, but I promise that if you stay here much longer you will never leave. Dr. Kowal: Would that be so bad? What’s it like in there? Unknown Voice: It is a trap, a poison, a sinkhole of immense proportion. It takes in light and souls and digests it, turns us into fuel for its travels and substrate for its thoughts. It is empty and cares for nothing save itself. Dr. Kowal: Shit. Can we get you out of there? Maybe if one of the cognitohazards works we can pull you out. Unknown Voice: No. It’s too late for me. I was consumed only recently, but already I feel myself unravelling to join the mass that roils below. You must run, before it is too late. <Dr. Kowal nods, and attempts to retreat, but finds herself unable.> Dr. Kowal: Well, that’s not good. Doug, Otto; can you hear me? Dr. Fluv: Loud and clear, Edna. Sound seems to travel far here, thankfully. Dr. Kowal: So you heard the bad news then. Another fun little detail, it looks like I’m stuck here, at least until we can kill this thing. I’m not being pulled in any closer, but I can’t get away either. Dr. Fluv: We’ll get you out, don’t worry. Any luck on your end, Otto? Dr. Warner: Sadly not. Its mind is too simple for anything complex, and too vast for any of the more basic agents to be effective. I think the souls contained within it fuel it somehow, I’d need a memetic agent powerful enough to convince trillions in a single maneuver, an action which seems near impossible… I’m sorry. I will keep trying. Dr. Fluv: Damn right you will. It might seem stationary from where we are, but this thing is moving towards Earth at a million miles a second, we have to find some way to stop it. Dr. Kowal: Balaska, you said that it uses your minds as a substrate for its own thoughts. Does that give you any control over it? What if all the light inside it decided it should move somewhere else? Unknown Voice: That’s not how this works. There’s too many minds, too many differing opinions. And I think most are happy with things as they are. They’re too dissolved to care much about anything, and the more that is consumed, the more the burden is shared. Dr. Fluv: Now there’s something… Otto, what if instead of infecting the overmind, we got into the minds inside, changed how its inner light thinks. Dr. Warner: Well, that’s theoretically possible, but it would need to be an incredibly potent yet simple idea to transmit through the sheer quantity and diversity of the minds contained within. And that’s putting aside the issue of how we would get the idea in there to begin with. Dr. Fluv: I think that's something I can figure out. You have ways to generate new memetic agents, right? Ways to make ideas contagious? Dr. Warner: Yes, it’s a fairly simple process. What idea did you have in mind? Dr. Fluv: It’s hard to explain. I have it in my head, start the ritual and you’ll see for yourself. Dr. Warner: Very well. <Dr. Warner begins performing the ritual. In the process, he reaches out towards Dr. Fluv’s ‘body of light’ and alters structures within, imbuing a part of him with sigils designed to greatly enhance a memes ability to spread via anomalous means.> Dr. Kowal: What’s happening? What are you doing? <The ritual is completed, and Dr. Fluv begins moving towards Kowal.> Dr. Fluv: It’s time for you two to head back, if this doesn’t work the IAU will need you to figure out what to do next. <Dr. Fluv moves past Dr. Kowal and continues on towards SCP-6240.> Dr. Kowal: What are you talking about? What did you do? Dr. Fluv: I’m giving this monster the most powerful idea I have, the one I hold true above all others. Earth is precious, and must be kept safe. You two must go now. The future of the IAU is now in your hands. It was an honor to work alongside your brilliant minds, and I know that you all will make great progress without me. Dr. Warner: Wait, Doug! No! Dr. Fluv: Long live humanity. Long live the IAU. Long live the Foundation. <Dr. Fluv crosses the event horizon of SCP-6240 and is consumed. While SCP-6240 is distracted by this, its gravitional forces diminish, allowing Dr. Warner and Dr. Kowal to return to their physical bodies.> <END LOG> Addendum 6240.11: Status of SCP-6240 as of 1986/07/20. Following the events of 1986/07/15, SCP-6240 has been observed to have changed course and is now heading towards Alpha Centauri. While the immediate threat has passed, SCP-6240 remains active and is considered a high risk threat. As a result, the IAU will continue its attempts to identify a long term means of safely containing SCP-6240, and retrieving those entities which it has consumed. Damien Hirschilde has been removed from his position as Director of the IAU. As the most senior member of the team, Dr. Fluv would generally have been appointed to this position, but due to his current condition this is presently impossible. As a result, Dr. Warner and Dr. Kowal have been made Joint Acting Directors of the IAU until such time as he recovers. Footnotes 1. Pending a full security review. 2. A large scale accumulation of gas and dust in interstellar space. 3. Approximately, 100 to 1000 times the mass of the Sun. 4. 150,000 km/s, or around half the speed of light in vacuum. 5. An absence of a bright flash or any other change in luminosity prior to its disappearance. 6. At the time, a three person department focused primarily on tracking known interstellar anomalies. 7. Dr. Damien Hirschilde, at this time acting as supervising director to the IAU and a number of other small departments whose activities were not limited to a single Site. 8. Also known as Sofia Balaska. 9. Individuals who are not themselves anomalous, but engage in thaumaturgy and other practices which produce anomalous results. 10. GOI-3376, ‘Keepers of the Dead’, a collection of Type-Blues and their supporters with connections to the Serpent's Hand and a particular interest in anomalous spiritual practices. POI-45SE is believed to have been a member of this group, prior to her contact with SCP-6240. 11. Namely, any personnel sent. 12. Distance and time are both highly subjective within the astral plane and as such it is not possible to provide exact measurements within this document.
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SCP-6241
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Item#: 6241 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6241 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-6241 is to be closed off to the public under the cover of wildlife preservation. No personnel are to be allowed within 2 meters of SCP-6241. All names in original texts pertaining to SCP-6241-1 or its people are to be removed. Description: SCP-6241 is a severely burned tree of an unidentified species. A portion of SCP-6241's trunk is missing; however, SCP-6241 remains upright through unknown means. Human subjects that come within 1.5 meters of SCP-6241 will experience a set of dreams pertaining to SCP-6241-1 over the course of five to ten days. Subjects that come into physical contact with SCP-6241 will begin to experience vivid hallucinations increasing over the timeframe of 24 hours. Initially, hallucinations will consist of an unidentified species of flower growing among other plants. These flowers will appear more frequently as time progresses. In addition, buildings will begin to appear dilapidated. 24 hours after the onset of these hallucinations, subjects will begin to experience numbness in hands and feet. 48 hours after the onset of the hallucinations, subjects will appear translucent to observers, and numbness will spread throughout the body. 2-4 hours afterwards, subjects will cease to exist. SCP-6241-1 is a conceptual humanoid entity that possesses reality altering capabilities. Its abilities and existence are reliant on a consistent knowledge of its name in human subjects. Due to the erasure of its name from all documentation, it does not currently exist. Addendum 6241-01: Entries in a journal found near SCP-6241. Previous entries suggest that the journal dates back to the nineteenth century. It exhibits heavy water damage, and many of its pages had been removed prior to its discovery. …I believed myself hopelessly lost; I was sure I would die in this forest. However, I came upon a marvelous land. The city is surrounded by trees bearing luscious fruit; it may be the hunger, but the fruits I tried were wonderful. When I walked past the walls, dizziness overtook me. The architecture is odd and unnatural. The city itself nearly hurts me to look at; strangely, I cannot understand its structures. The center of the city is open with the exception of a glimmering tree. Many items laid at the foot of the tree, but in my weariness, I failed to inspect them. Its people have welcomed me warmly. They speak in a strange tongue, but upon (?) I found that I understood their language. They offered me many things, but the only one I accepted was a place to stay. I pray their kindness is genuine. I have found that most roads here lead to the center of the city. There was a crowd around the tree, which I attempted to join, but several people blocked me. (?) those around me fell silent. It seems there is something they do not want me to know. I walked along a single road until the sun started to lower, but when I turned back, I was able to reach the center of the city within a half hour. As I got further from the center, the buildings became more confusing, and strange flowers grew nearly everywhere. This city is unnatural, but it charms me. I am beginning to feel uneasy. Today, I ventured further along the road. At some point, I lost feeling in my body. I was moving, but I couldn't feel the ground beneath me or the motion of my legs. I tried pinching my arm; no feeling came of it. I regained feeling at some point while coming back, but it was a frightening experience nonetheless. The crowd has increased in size, and the natives are not as cheerful. I fear that something is wrong. Several people have fallen ill. Many others are acting hostile towards me. I believe I have overstayed my welcome. (?) I will begin my preparations to leave promptly. I was brought to the center today. Underneath the tree is a creature they call [DATA EXPUNGED]. It takes the shape of a woman, but it is wrong. It was furious; it told me that I was killing its people. I attempted to speak, but my voice would not come. (?) GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. YOU ARE A PLAGUE. YOU ARE THE DEATH OF THEM. My journal had gone missing for a day. Upon seeing the previous page, I was, to say the least, quite startled, but it is clear I am no longer welcome. I attempted to leave today, but I could not find the way out. I (?) The flowers are starting to grow closer to the center of the city, and the tree is starting to wilt. I do not know what this means, but it has caused the inhabitants of this city great distress. This place is starting to feel more unnatural. I must make haste in finding its exit. I fear for my life. Many people have fallen ill; the strange entry in my journal seems all the more threatening. I cannot find the exit, and there is no one willing to help me. I will continue my efforts, but I am beginning to doubt my ability to leave. YOU WILL DIE WITH THEM. YOU DO NOT DESERVE (?) The illness has spread significantly since my last entry. The city is crumbling around me. I do not wish to die with these people. My last hope is the creature; it seems to have some control over this land. AND SO, A STORY ENDS. HOW MANY PEOPLE MUST DIE? TRY AS I MAY TO SAVE THEM, MY POWER IS WANING. I FEAR THAT I HAVE LITTLE TIME LEFT. GENERATIONS WERE SPENT CREATING A PARADISE, AND IT ENDS BECAUSE OF AN OUTSIDER. I WAS BLINDED BY MY VISIONS OF POWER, AND THEY WERE BLINDED BY LOVE. A FITTING END FOR ALL. MY LAST WISH IS THAT (?) WILL BE REMEMBERED, AND UNTIL THEN, I MAY REST AMONG THE FLOWERS. Addendum 6241-02: A record of the dreams caused by SCP-6241 as described by Researcher Warren. 04/17/21 I had a strange dream last night. I sat underneath a tree as people gathered around, presenting gifts to me. I wasn't focused on them, though; I was somehow watching a man outside of the crowd as he walked around. I'm not sure why, but I was particularly interested in him. It was apparently a special occasion. The people crowding around me were excited by my presence alone. I think I was some sort of god. A child asked me why I was there, and I just laughed. I never answered her question; the truth was that I wanted power. 04/18/21 I was sitting under the tree again. It was particularly sunny this time, and I couldn't move out from underneath without getting uncomfortably hot. It was implied that I could control the weather, but for whatever reason, I didn't want to change it. Someone pushed through the crowd, carrying a child. The same child from my previous dream. She was horribly sick. I rushed over and placed a hand on her head. Her symptoms disappeared, but I was afraid. I was angry. The man had brought his people's diseases to us. I made it clear that my people should stay away from him. I would deal with the issue as soon as I could. 04/19/21 I was there, under the tree, but the crowd was gone. The man walked over, and I stood. I wasn't going to kill him; I would give him a chance. I told him to leave the city and not to come back. I told him how he was killing my people. I screamed my frustrations because he was the only one around to hear. I forced him to stand and listen to all of this. And, when I let him go, he ran. 04/20/21 The crowd was there again, but I paid them no mind at first. The man hadn't left, and I was furious. Eventually, I realized that anger wouldn't solve this problem. I spent most of the day tending to the ill; the disease had already spread quite a bit. All the while, though, the problem of the man nagged at me. If I could remove him from the equation, we had a chance at surviving. I remembered how I had watched him write in a journal each night, and an idea formed. I stole his journal, tore out page after page. I knew it was childish, but I didn't care. I just wanted to destroy something dear to him. And finally, I started to write. 04/21/21 People were dying. I was afraid. I existed because of belief, and with the people that believed in me dying, I wasn't going to be around much longer. My powers were starting to diminish. The city was my creation; it couldn't exist without me. Given that I was disappearing, the space was starting to collapse. I watched as they panicked; I watched as they mourned. I watched as they suffered. I couldn't do anything to help. Eventually, I killed the man. I don't know how; I don't remember how. His lifeless body just laid there in front of me. 04/22/21 The disease had taken my people, and in that way, it would take me, too. I sat under my wilting tree, holding the man's journal, and with a shaking hand, I wrote its final entry. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6241" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6241. 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: floatingtree.png Author: NebulousStar License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-6242
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euclid
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Item#: SCP-6242 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6242 pre-containment Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6242 and the surrounding property is to be monitored by a camera feed, and surrounded by a 3 meter tall fence, which is to be checked weekly for damages. One log (pine, spruce or birch) is to be sawn once monthly using SCP-6242. The sawed log is to be immediately stored in on-site biological hazard storage unit until SCP-6242-1 growth is observed, after which it is to be incinerated immediately. SCP-6242 is to be linked to the power source only for the monthly sawing, and approved testing purposes. All testing requires a written permit from the site senior researcher. Saw operators and on-site researchers must wear full biohazard suits when interacting with SCP-6242, or any affected lumber. Site is to be disinfected after each sawing session whether SCP-6242-1 has been observed or not. All other lumber material is to be stored in plastic wrapping, and kept in a separate storage from all other wood, tools and active pathways. Any personnel displaying symptoms of SCP-6242-1 infection must be reported to a level-3 personnel immediately. Description: SCP-6242 appears to be a standard saw commonly used in the production of planks through sawing lumber. SCP-6242 or its parts lack any signs of a manufacturer or serial numbers, making the tracking of its origin impossible. Logs sawed using SCP-6242 begin to develop severe fungal growth1 within 3–10 days. The time of growth varies between the humidity the lumber2 is exposed to, as well as between the species of tree. The fungi remain on the affected lumber for several days before dying, the growth process leaving affected lumber unfit for construction purposes. Upon maturing, SCP-6242-1 instances spread spores which become airborne. These spores enter the human body through airways, and eventually reach the brain where they will form a small mycelium within 4–6 days after the initial contact. SCP-6242-1 infection seems to affect the infected individual mainly psychologically, affecting their behavior, opinions and attitudes regarding topics related to nature and nature preservation. The symptoms have been similar in all test subjects, though the severity seems to vary between individuals. Observed symptoms of SCP-6242-1 infections include: Strong tendencies of preferring vegan food. Varying levels of distress and anxiety at the thought of forest cutting, killing animals, global warming and similar topics. High interest in nature related topics overall, regardless of the individuals previously held interests. Aggression and violent tendencies when distressed about topics of relevance. Completely or nigh-completely healed pollen-, animal- and food related allergies. Approximately 30 days without any logs sawed, SCP-6242 itself begins to rapidly develop fungal growth. The fungi developing on the saw will die in less than 24 hours due to lack of nutrients, although the growth persists due to the continuous growth of new fungi. Discovery: 21/3/2008 the Foundation was alerted of the anomaly located in the town of Vemdalen, Sweden by a field agent reporting of news of the sawmill workers all developing drastic changes to their behavior during a short time period. The anomaly was quickly located and recognized in the Nilsson family sawmill. SCP-6242, as well as multiple piles of plank and half processed lumber were found growing instances of SCP-6242-1. The area was quickly closed off without incident. The owner of the business, as well as all three workers were questioned before being amnesticized and released from Foundation custody after being deemed non-infective. The Foundation bought the property, as well as Nilsson saw business, after which the sawmill facilities were disinfected. A coverup story of a severe mold outbreak was embedded into the local community to explain the recent problems and the end of family business to the locals. Addendum 6242/1: Experiment Log - Show Log EXPERIMENT LOG Experiment 6242A Date: 28/3/2008 Procedure: Logs from different species of trees were sawn using SCP-6242. Scots pine (Pinus sylvestris) Results: Log developed SCP-6242-1 four (4) days after being sawn. No fungal growth was observed on the saw until 30 days had passed. Norway spruce (Picea abies) Results: Log developed SCP-6242-1 three (3) days after being sawn. No fungal growth was observed on the saw until 29 days had passed. Silver birch (Betula pendula) Results: Log developed SCP-6242-1 five (5) days after being sawn. No fungal growth was observed on the saw until 30 days had passed. Eurasian aspen (Populus tremula) Results: Log developed SCP-6242-1 six (6) days after being sawn. No fungal growth was observed on the saw until 24 days had passed. Black alder (Alnus glutinosa) Results: Log developed SCP-6242-1 ten (10) days after being sawn. Sawing did not inhibit the growth of SCP-6242-1 on the saw. European beech (Fagus sylvatica) Results: Log developed SCP-6242-1 six (6) days after being sawn. No fungal growth was observed on the saw until 23 days had passed. Notes: It has become evident the choice of species of tree affects how soon the anomalous growth appears. The most commonly used species used in building and crafting react the fastest, though it is unclear if this is just a coincidence. Choice of species as a part of special containment procedures is now limited to pine, spruce and birch. Experiment 6242B Date: 11/4/2008 Procedure: A sample of SCP-6242-1 was sent to Site-217. 8 D-class personnel from varying backgrounds were infected with SCP-6242-1 to research the effects of the infection. The subjects were isolated as a group, and kept under 24/7 camera- and audio surveillance. [REPETITIVE RESULTS NOT INCLUDED] Subject: D-2988 Length of exposure: 14 days Observed symptoms: The subject acted hostile when provided with food consisting of meat products. Hypersensitivity test for birch pollen came back as negative. Subject: D-3317 Length of exposure: 14 days Observed symptoms: The subject was visibly uncomfortable, showing mild signs of anxiety disorder when discussing about the deforestation of South-American rain forests with D-05671, though willing to continue the conversation. Subject: D-3567 Length of exposure: 21 days Observed symptoms: Over the days 17-21, over 50% of the topics the subject discussed about were related to global warming and its effects on the local ecosystem. Subject: D-1445 Length of exposure: 21 days Observed symptoms: The subject displayed signs of claustrophobia, repeatedly asking to get some fresh air. Subject had shown no such behavior before the testing period. Subject: D-4677 Length of exposure: 28 days Observed symptoms: The subject refused to eat, and consumed no food between the days 15-22, after which the subject started eating meat products to prevent death by malnutrition. Hypersensitivity test for nuts came back as negative. Subject: D-2151 Length of exposure: [TESTING TERMINATED] Observed symptoms: [TESTING TERMINATED] Subject: D-4194 Length of exposure: 35 days Observed symptoms: The subject asphyxiated D-2151 through strangulation, resulting in his death. Reason for conflict being a disagreement over the morality of consuming dairy products. Hypersensitivity test for latex came back as positive. Subject: D-3287 Length of exposure: 35 days Observed symptoms: The subject displayed regret and anxiety over having worked as a poultry farmer. Notes: Information gained from Vemdalen commune medical records report one of the sawmill workers having his hypersensitivity reaction test results come back as negative. Prior medical records report the individual being allergic towards dog and cat dandruff. Weekly hypersensitivity reaction testing included in the case of the subject having any known allergies. MRI scan indicates 5/8 of the subjects having what seems to be a small mycelium growing in the part of the brain known as the limbic system. The reason why said mycelium is not visible in all subjects is unknown. Addendum 6242/2: Interview Log - Show Log INTERVIEW LOG TRANSCRIPT Date: 22/3/2008 Interviewer: Dr. Blomqvist Interviewee: Benedict Nilsson Foreword: The sawmill workers were detained and quarantined to prevent the spread of a possible fungal infection. The sawmill owner was questioned to find out more about the anomaly. «BEGIN LOG» Dr. Blomqvist: Now Mr. Nilsson, I'd like to ask some questions about what exactly is happening around here. Benedict Nilsson: If you're talking about why all my lumber is sprouting mushrooms all the time, then I probably know just as little as you do. Dr. Blomqvist: Let's start from the beginning. When exactly did these fungi first show up here? Benedict Nilsson: A couple weeks ago. Business was looking a little brighter after they finally got the permit to chop down some good wood at the edge of the old hiking trail there. Naturally we got the job of getting to process all that wood. Dr. Blomqvist: And this is when you first started seeing it? Benedict Nilsson: No no. You see, after we were all finished, some stranger approached me while I was visiting town, offered to sell me a new saw for a very fair price. Since my old saw was beginning to sign itself off, figured I'd at least go check it out. And yeah, the thing was in a pretty good condition. Dr. Blomqvist: You didn't think the saw lacking any signs of a manufacturer or serial numbers were bit of a red flag? Benedict Nilsson: Well sure, but when you're back against the wall, you do what it takes. My father ran this mill before me, so I didn't want to worry too much about the little details if it kept the family business going. Doesn't matter anymore though, the trees look much better standing upright in the forest now. Dr. Blomqvist: This man who sold you the saw. Can you tell us anything about him? Benedict Nilsson: Not really, never had seen him before. Definitely not from around here, too well dressed. Though he did know the industry, so we got along well enough. Haven't seen that many friendly faces around lately. Dr. Blomqvist: The locals weren't too happy with the forest cutting that took place at the hiking trail? Benedict Nilsson: I can understand that, but nothing me and the boys can't deal with. It's just these darn nature conservationists that showed up during the big job. Started camping near the edge of my property, and kept yelling at us. Calling us criminals and enemies of mother earth or whatever. My neighbour even caught the bastards rummaging around my mill, thank the lord nothing was broken or stolen. You'd think our little community would be remote enough for these people to not find their way here. Benedict seems hesitant to keep talking Dr. Blomqvist: Please, keep going. Benedict Nilsson: Where are my workers? Or former workers really. Dr. Blomqvist: They are safe. We just need to keep all of you here until we know what's happening here. Speaking of which, we understood your workers all quit within a short amount of time. Benedict Nilsson: Yeah, they kept saying how they couldn't do this anymore. Said they wouldn't have anything to do with this industry any longer, that cutting down the forest like this is a crime. Shocking to hear something like that coming from the mouth of a sawyer, but soon I couldn't stop thinking about it. I've been walking around the forest just over there a lot lately and yeah, the trees really are so beautiful when they're where they belong. I don't know how I kept doing this all these years, and still could look at myself in the mirror. Dr. Blomqvist: I see. Is there anything else that comes to mind? Something of relevance that is. Benedict Nilsson: That's all have I'm afraid. Dr. Blomqvist: You will be escorted back into your quarters shortly, please remain still. «END LOG» Notes: Request investigation to the possible link between the previous owner of the anomaly, and the group trespassing in the sawmill grounds pre-containment. 25/6/2008 Benedict Nilsson was discovered dead by locals near the community hiking trail. Autopsy confirmed cause of death as alcohol poisoning, and deemed as a suicidal act. Mycelium growth similar to those found in D-class test subjects was present in the brain. Addendum 6242/3 [LEVEL-3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] - Clearance Verified Date: 19/9/2008 From: Site Director Sandström To: Dr. Blomqvist I am pleased to inform you we have managed to locate and detain 2 members of the conservationist group suspected of the anomalous activity which late Nilsson reported. Both were caught in an act of sabotage in a warehouse in Germany. MRI scan clearly indicates both are infected with SCP-6242-1, and have been that way presumably before the anomaly was discovered. Through the info we have obtained through questioning, it has become clear the entire group has been in minor contact with a 3rd party, which has encouraged them to perform acts of ecotage as a test of passage. However, it seems the group doesn't seem to completely know what they have gotten themselves into. Concerning about this is how the group has been in contact with this 3rd party both prior and after the events at Nilsson sawmill. We can't be too sure yet, but if there's even a chance of a group of radical environmentalists possessing anomalous means of sabotage and influence, our answer has to be swift. There could be thousands of infected out there as far as we know, and separating them from people who act that way through non-anomalous reasons is exciidingly difficult. As the infected do not further spread the infection, it has been deemed best to concentrate our efforts in detecting unusually high concentrations of people displaying signs of the infection in hopes of locating either the origin of the anomaly, or other possibly existing instances of SCP-6242. Should either one be discovered, you will be contacted regarding an immediate update on the special containment procedures. Footnotes 1. These fungi are referred to as instances of SCP-6242-1. 2. Instances of SCP-6242-1 grow exclusively on affected lumber, and are unable to grow on living trees.
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SCP-6243
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euclid
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Item#: 6243 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to the pocket dimension has been purchased by Foundation Front Company 181 ("Samson-Coulscott Properties") and is designated Provisionary Site 6243. The location is constantly monitored for exiting individuals. No entry outside testing is permitted. SCP-6243-A-1 is contained at Site-17 following Standard Humanoid Containment procedures with Class V Socialization privileges. It requires a feeding tube. SCP-6243-B-2 is considered neutralized. It has been amnesticised and released under Cover Story 13 ("Silent Retreat at Monastery"). General Description: SCP-6243 is a humanoid female of at least 90 years of age, referring to itself as "Frau Holle" ("Misses Holle" in German). The possibility of SCP-6243 being the origin of the German fairytale "Frau Holle" is under investigation by the Department of Folklore's German division. SCP-6243 resides in a pocket dimension with a point of entry located in a well in ██████, ██████1. GPS tracking and radio communication to the outside does not work inside the pocket dimension. If SCP-6243 is capable of leaving its pocket dimension is unknown. SCP-6243-A-1, formerly known as Alice Westfort, is a 1997-born Caucasian female. Whenever it opens its mouth, SCP-6243-A-1 vomits resin pitch. SCP-6243-A-1’s skin is covered in a thin, unremovable layer of an unidentified black, powdery substance. SCP-6243-B-1 was the designation for ██████2, an African-American female that, whenever it opens its mouth, has a single gold coin drops out of it, and its skin is covered in a thin layer of unremovable gold dust. + Appendix A: Evidence 6243-A/B-2 - Close Evidence Evidence 6243-A/B-2 - Intake Questionnaire - Section 7 The following section of the intake questionnaires of SCP-6243-A-1 and -B-1 were performed on tablets. The questionnaires have been compiled into one for ease of use. Instruction: Please describe how you arrived inside the location you described to our agents. SCP-6243-A-1 Response: Went urban exploring with friends, checked out an abandoned farm with a well, leaned over to see if there was anything in the well, somehow fell into it and fell out of the sky. SCP-6243-B-1 Response: I thought I had heard a painful sound from an animal and was worried that it was hurt. I thought the sound was coming from the well between a few old buildings that I showed your colleagues. I checked the well to make sure it wasn't trapped inside and probably tripped, thus falling inside. Instruction: On what date did you enter? On what date did you leave? SCP-6243-A-1 Response: Went in on the 10th3 and left two days later. SCP-6243-B-1 Response: I believe, I was inside from the 6th of June 2021 to the 15th of March 2022 from what I've been told. Instruction: Please describe the location. SCP-6243-A-1 Response: Endless field of wildflowers and grass, could hear a creek, tree line on the horizon, that never seemed to get any closer as I walked, a grey tower and a speaking oven and apple tree. SCP-6243-B-1 Response: It was like a place from a Studio Ghibli or Disney movie. The clouds looked more like props than like real clouds. The sky was blue and orange at the same time. It felt like an orange sunrise, but when I think about it now, it felt like it was blue. It's weird. I don't think I could see the sun. There was also an old, grey tower. I decided to walk there and passed an apple tree and an oven that could speak. Instruction: Please describe the aforementioned oven. SCP-6243-A-1 Response: Spoke with a British accent, begged for the bread to be taken out, and was very old. Avoided it; though I had hit my head when I fell. SCP-6243-B-1 Response: There was an oven with bread inside, still burning. I could hear a voice coming from it asking for the bread to be taken out. I don't know where the voice came from; it felt like the oven itself was talking, but I opened it and got the bread out without problems. It thanked me, and then stopped talking, so I left it and headed on to the tower. Instruction: Please describe the aforementioned apple tree. SCP-6243-A-1 Response: Also talked, but with a Canadian accent. Very old/thick trunk, too green leaves and too perfect, too large apples. Also avoided it. SCP-6243-B-1 Response: After encountering the oven, I also encountered an apple tree. It spoke and asked for the apples to be harvested, because its branches felt heavy and exhausted, so I obliged and helped. I shook the branches and then gathered them. It thanked me and stopped talking. Instruction: Please describe your first encounter with the entity you call "Holle" and the entity itself. SCP-6243-A-1 Response: Ended up at the tower where I knocked. Looks ~90yo, super large teeth that only show when her mouth is open, white, looks friendly, but gives off a weird vibe. Asked for help, but she only spoke German. Barely managed to communicate. She offered me to be her live-in-maid in exchange for board. SCP-6243-B-1 Response: After the apple tree, I arrived at a tower. A lady calling herself Misses Holle offered me to stay if I helped her with her housework. Because I didn't know what else to do and where I was, I agreed and started helping her. She was very kind, just a tad odd. She didn't have any technology or even knew what my phone was. She only spoke German with me. I don't think she understands English. Instruction: Please describe how you left the location. SCP-6243-A-1 Response: Freaked out when my phone died, so I grabbed a knife from the kitchen to confront her. Tried to tell her I wanted to go home. She seemed to get it and just took me to a gateway on a path and told me to walk through it and follow the path. Then this happened. Tried to shower for hours, but couldn't get it off. SCP-6243-B-1 Response: She came to chat with me when I was doing chores and asked why I looked sad. I explained that I was homesick and wanted to go home. Misses Holle then suddenly agreed to take me home. I hadn't realized that she knew how to get me home; I'd just assumed she was stuck here like me. She took me to a gate that I hadn't seen before and told me to walk through it. When I did, everything was covered with gold dust that stuck to me, and I found myself back in the real world. + Appendix B: Interview Transcript 6243-58 - Close Transcript Excerpt of Interview Transcript 6243-58 Negotiation with SCP-6243 on Neutralization of SCP-6243-A-1 and -B-1 INTERVIEWED: SCP-6243 INTERVIEWER: D-0422 NOTE: D-0422, who is fluent in German, was briefed on the situation and given the task to negotiate the removal of the anomalous nature of SCP-6243-A and -B. D-0422 was instructed to follow the behaviors of SCP-6243-A-1 inside the pocket dimension. The following conversation has been translated into English from the original recording. Afterwards, D-0422 was designated SCP-6243-A-5. Further research into means of aiding SCP-6243-A-1 and its neutralization into society is ongoing. D-0422: Something like that. I’m here to speak to you about ██████ and Alice Westford. SCP-6243: Ah! Yes! I remember those two. Such a lovely girl, ██████, was. I do miss her. How is she doing? Do you know her? D-0422: I've been sent to ask you to take back your gift. It prevents them from living a normal life. Please take it back. ██████ enjoyed her stay with you a lot, but she wants to go back to her normal life. Alice, too. Can you do that? SCP-6243: I… I thought she’d like it! I’m quite disappointed in that reaction. You’re right! If she doesn’t want it, she won’t get it! Children nowadays… I’m… I’m disappointed. Very unfortunate. D-0422: So, can you remove it? SCP-6243: I already have! Only grateful children receive gifts. At approximately the same time, the golden layer on SCP-6243-B-1’s skin becomes removable via unknown means. SCP-6243-B-1 no longer drops gold coins out of its mouth. D-0422: Okay. How about Alice? SCP-6243: Oh, that brat? Is she unhappy? She deserves it! D-0422: Ma’am, she was in an unfamiliar environment and a stranger suddenly ordered her to do her housework. That’s slavery. SCP-6243: Alice is a cruel, selfish woman with a soul filled with darkness and evil! What I have done only shows her inside on the outside! Extensive negotiation has been removed from this appendix, as no new information is gained. SCP-6243 and D-0422 negotiate for 1 hour, 3 minutes, and 2 seconds. D-0422: Is that… a no, then? Nothing is going to change your mind? SCP-6243: I shall never, my child. You poor pawn of a child, do not fret, I am in no need of aid in my humble abode. I merely wish to see the nature of each of my guests; to see if they're willing to help my persona of a helpless, elderly woman. I do believe that you have offered all that you can offer me now. Would you like to help me clean my chambers? My brittle bones won't do anymore. D-0422: Sorry, ma'am, but I will need to return to the real world. Could you, err, take me back? Please? SCP-6243: Ah, don’t worry. I’m sure you and your Foundation Jailors4 will find many more doors to my dear home. Those two girls weren’t my only guests after all. I consider you a guest too. But if you wish to return… I must oblige. Do follow me, I will lead you home. + Appendix C: Email by Tom Reiter – hide block To: ten.pics|seluj.arreis#ten.pics|seluj.arreis <Dr. Sierra Jules> From: moc.liamym|retiermot#moc.liamym|retiermot <Tom Reiter> Subject: [EXTERNAL] SCP-6243 Problem THIS EMAIL ORIGINATED FROM AN OUTSIDE EMAIL. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. SCAN FOUND NO MEMETIC, INFO- OR COGNITOHAZARDS. Hey boss, couldn't reach you on the secure phone line. I've got a situation at home regarding 6243. I have reason to believe that my daughter became a -A instance after falling into the pocket dimension via our outside basement door. That fucking monster turned my daughter into a fountain. We need to help these girls. Please call me ASAP. She needs help. Ellie said that "the lady said to tell you to stop bothering her or this will get worse". I'm NOT going to let 6243 threaten my family. What does it even want from this all? If nobody responds to this, I'm gonna go in there and tell 6243 to leave my daughter alone on my own. Tom Note The following email was sent to Dr. Jules, the head of the SCP-6243 Research team. The lack of response is attributed to the total digital and physical lockdown of Site-17 at the time due to a containment breach. A potential connection is considered unlikely at this stage but is under investigation. No contact has been made with Reiter since the sending of this email. Ellie Reiter has been taken into Foundation custody and designated SCP-6243-A-7, Reiter's residence has been purchased and turned into Provisionary Site-6243-2 and his disappearance reasoned with Cover Story 19 ("Housefire"). Update 2022/06/10: D-9812 was sent into the pocket dimension for recovery of Researcher Tom Reiter. SCP-6243 claimed no knowledge of Reiter, but recordings show a new "trial" to have appeared inside the pocket dimension: a small shack that asks for its door, resembling Reiter's basement door, to be closed. Voice analysis performed by Neural Network 1821.29 v1.1 indicates 95% certainty of matching Reiter. Due to the incident on 2022/06/06, SCP-6243 is pending reclassification to Keter. Footnotes 1. Classified - requiring Level 3 or 6243/4 clearance. Reason: Information security. 2. Classified - requiring Level 3 or 6243/4 clearance. Reason: Due to being released from Foundation custody and no longer anomalous, identifying characteristics, including the name, of SCP-6243-B-1 have been redacted for privacy reasons. 3. March 10th 2022 4. SCP-6243 uses the English word "Jailor", which is a term used by GoI-α-019 ("Serpent's Hand"). A potential connection is being investigated by the External Affairs and Intelligence Agency, but currently, this is the only instance of SCP-6243 using the term. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6243" by Evolie , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6243. 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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Item#: 6244 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo A view from the outside of SCP-6244. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6244-1 is to be monitored by the Department of Multiversal Affairs and the Subdepartment of Threat Analysis for any signs of aggression. In the event any members of SCP-6244-1 are seen performing reality-bending or otherwise anomalous actions, they are to be immobilized by on-site guards. As SCP-6244-1 has yet to show signs of hostility, further containment has been deemed unnecessary. Description: SCP-6244 refers to the village of Novelty, located in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. SCP-6244 has a population of 43 individuals, collectively designated SCP-6244-1. Members of SCP-6244-1 are non-hostile and possess mild reality bending abilities. These usually consist of the displacement of small objects, the transmutation of small amounts of material, and the ability to instantly relocate to nearby areas. SCP-6244 appeared in its current location on September 14, 2014. Approximately four hours later, a flash drive appeared near the town limits of SCP-6244. The contents of the flash drive have been provided below. No record of the following events having ever took place have been found in any Foundation documents, nor in the memories of named personnel or SCP-6244-1. Addendum 6244.1: Contents of Recovered Flash Drive + Access contents of flash drive - Close contents of flash drive Item#: 6244 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo A portion of the northern wall of SCP-6244. Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-6244 has been established near the town limits of SCP-6244. Due to the danger posed by SCP-6244-1, members are only to be interacted with if necessary. All Slash Events are to be dealt with and contained in ways that cause minimal disruption to normalcy. Description: SCP-6244 refers to the village of Novelty, located in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. SCP-6244 has a population of 43 individuals, collectively designated SCP-6244-1. Members of SCP-6244-1 possess powerful reality bending abilities. Such abilities include displacement of large objects, transmutation of large amounts of substances, and the ability to instantly relocate far distances. SCP-6244 appeared in its current location on July 4, 2014. SCP-6244 garnered the attention of the Department of Multiversal Affairs, and containment procedures were drafted. Addendum 6244.1: Culture of SCP-6244 The following is an excerpt from "The Culture and Practices of Novelty" by Dr. Lynn Preston, the lead researcher for SCP-6244. The Culture and Practices of Novelty, pg. 14 Due to Novelty's sudden manifestation into reality, as opposed to being founded and shaped the way a normal village of its type would be, Novelty's culture and practices are starkly different from the area around it. Many aspects of their culture surround the anomalous abilities of Novelty's residents, with many traditional festivals and legends involving feats only accomplishable via the reality-bending properties shown by members of SCP-6244-1. Due to SCP-6244's remote location, all food located within the town is generated by its residents, through the use of complex and as-yet poorly understood kinetoglyphs1. SCP-6244-1 use kinetoglyphs that allow them to bend reality in limited ways. The strength and capabilities of these reality bending effects, however, grow exponentially when a kinetoglyph is performed by multiple individuals. The abilities shown by members of SCP-6244-1 as a result of kinetoglyphs have yet to be recreated by Foundation researchers, leading to the understanding that these effects are exclusive to SCP-6244-1. The performance of these kinetoglyphs holds a significant importance to members of SCP-6244-1, and is often accompanied by praying and music. The majority of SCP-6244-1's anomalous feats are performed through the use of similar, albeit less complex, kinetoglyphs. Residents of Novelty practice a currently unknown religion that is not related to any religion currently practiced in the surrounding area. Their religion is polytheistic, and centers around the Multiversal Web. Residents believe that every universe within the Web was created by a different powerful deity, and that these deities have near-complete governance over the laws of their respective universes. These entities are referred to by SCP-6244-1 as gods, despite being noted as mortal and not all-powerful. The differences between individual universes is believed to be caused by differences between their rulers; more inhospitable universes are attributed to more tyrannical rulers. Despite this, there is one constant across every ruler according to SCP-6244-1: the desire for order. While each ruler has a different idea of what order may be, they each want their respective universe to be as orderly as possible. It is believed that the only way to kill the ruler of a said universe is to cause a significant amount of chaos and disorder within its universe, causing enough distress in that universe's creator that it ceases to be able to properly hold itself and its universe together. This will also result in the collapse of said universe. However, unlike most religions, the religion practiced by Novelty's residents is antagonistic. That is, their end goal is to kill the ruler of every universe. The motivations behind this are unclear. Addendum 6244.2: SCP-6244's Effects On the Multiversal Web The following is an excerpt from "An Analysis of SCP-6244's Influence on the Multiverse" by Dr. Lynn Preston. An Analysis of SCP-6244's Influence on the Multiverse, pg. 2-3 A map of the Local Cluster of the Multiversal Web, 1974 (left) and 2014 (right). The yellow area represents our universe, while the green area represents Ö-2. Interviews with members of SCP-6244-1 have placed SCP-6244's origin within Ö-2, a universe in the Local Cluster that collapsed in 1974. The collapse of Ö-2 was investigated by Foundation researchers, but due to the lack of plausible causes, it was determined to have been due to a natural loss of universal integrity. Similar collapse events were recorded happening in Ö-5 in 1984, A-6 in 1994, and Ö-12 in 2004. Due to the decennial nature of these collapses, and the pattern trending in the direction of our universe, the Department of Multiversal Affairs and the Subdepartment of Threat Analysis launched Joint Project Roadblock. This project aimed to determine and stop the cause of the trend of collapses, although after 10 years nothing could be found. In 2014, the expected year of the next collapse event, SCP-6244 appeared in northeast Scotland. On the outside, SCP-6244 seemed innocent enough, a town of reality benders who occasionally caused minor anomalous occurrences, and was therefore not assumed to be related to the ongoing collapse crisis. Investigation into the religion and culture practiced by SCP-6244-1, as well as conducted interviews, showed a possible connection between the two, bringing the attention of Joint Project Roadblock to the town. Following this, more intense containment was placed on SCP-6244, as actions taken by its residents had been noticed to be getting increasingly difficult to manage. Addendum 6244.3: Interview The following interview was conducted between Dr. Preston and Grigori Afton, a member of the Novelty Town Council. Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 12/09/2014 for the purpose of gathering as much information regarding SCP-6244-1's motives as possible. [BEGIN LOG] Preston: Thank you for sitting down to talk with me today. Afton: Oh, any time. You have more questions about Novelty, I presume? Preston: Yes. I wanted to- Afton: Oh, it's a lovely town, isn't it? Did you know Novelty was named after its founder, James Novel? Good man, he was. Not anymore, kind of a dick nowadays. Preston: …Right. As I was saying, I wanted to ask you a few questions about- Afton: Oh, I can answer anything you need. As the town's primary historian, I know everything there is to know about Novelty. Did you know the town food of Novelty is poutine? Boy, do I love me some good poutine on a hot day. I could make you some if you want. Preston: Mr. Afton, if you could please stay on topic. Afton: My apologies. You see, we don't really get any visitors since your, what'd you call it, containment? I haven't had anyone to talk to about our town in so long. Did you know Novelty is the only town in the world with a building over five stories? We're in it now, it's the town hall! Preston: That's not even- never mind, it's alright. I just- Afton: Boy, do I love it here. I know you don't visit very often, but I wish you would. It's a very nice town. Did you know- Preston: Afton! Will you kindly stop interrupting me? Afton: Yes, ma'am. Sorry. Preston: Thank you. Now, I'd like to ask you some questions regarding the culture of Novelty. Particularly, your religion. Why is it that you wish to destroy universes? Afton: We… used to not be like this. Preston: What changed? Afton: Our world, Ö-2 as you call it, was governed by a most benevolent deity. His name was Pan. He's… no longer with us. Preston: I'm sorry to hear that. Afton: The death of our world was slow, meaning the death of Pan was slow. We tried to save him, but there wasn't anything a single person could do. As soon as we realized he was too far gone, we figured the best we could do was save ourselves. We left our world behind, and arrived in the one nextdoor. Preston: But why bother destroying that world as well? Why not just stay there? Afton: The ruler of that world was right next to Pan. They could've helped him. They're complicit. Let's just say we're giving them a taste of their own medicine. Preston: I'm sorry that happened to you. But don't you understand that by killing these entities, you're causing the deaths of billions of individuals? Afton: And we'll kill a billion more if we have to, because somebody has to care. Preston: But, what would Pan think about this? Would he have wanted you to do this? Afton is silent. Preston: There's still time to reconsider. Afton: Not necessary, we've made up our minds. At this moment, Afton exited the room and was not able to be located again. [END LOG] Addendum 6244.4: List of Slash Events Below is a list of anomalous events, designated "Slash Events", traced back to SCP-6244-1. Following the incident on 09/09/2014, a Lifted-Veil Scenario was declared. Partial aftermath of a Slash Event on 10/08/2014. Event Date Event Description 11/07/2014 A small convention in Illinois spontaneously lost all of its funding. Amnestics delivered and cover stories administered. 30/07/2014 A hotel in London was altered to contain a thirteenth floor. Floor was non-euclidean and occupied the same space as the twelfth floor. Foundation technicians replaced elevator displays with ones without buttons for the thirteenth floor. 01/08/2014 A gas leak in a building in France was transmuted into helium. Due to a separate Slash Event occurring at the time, amnestics and cover stories were not able to be administered in time to prevent knowledge of the incident from spreading. 10/08/2014 Several thousand trees across the world simultaneously combust, resulting in severe widespread forest fires. Research into the event leads to the discovery of several anomalous phenomena by mainstream science. 14/08/2014 The Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil was inverted, and instantly collapsed. Major amnestics and cover story use required and ineffective. 09/09/2014 The dwarf planet Pluto ceased to exist in baseline reality. A cover story of sudden destruction by unexpected gravitational shifts proved insufficient to the majority of the population. Increased surveillance in the area resulted in increased knowledge of local anomalies among civilian scientists. Addendum 6244.5: Decommissioning Proposal The following proposal was submitted to the Decommissioning Department by Dr. Preston on September 13, 2014. SCP Object Decommissioning Proposal Form Item #: SCP-6244 Head Researcher: Dr. Lynn Preston Supporting Personnel*: Dr. Klaus Schmidt - Representing Department of Multiversal Affairs Lucille Hetomo - Representing Subdepartment of Threat Analysis Please check off or fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for submitting your proposal: ✓ Excessively High Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario ✓ Excessive Danger ☐ Ability to Decom. Apollyon-Class Object ☐ Expense ☐ Ethical Concerns Over Necessary Containment ☐ Legal Concerns ✓ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s):UK-Class Universal Collapse Scenario) ✓ Other (please state): Irreparable damage to the Multiversal Web, leading to the possibility of universes or clusters of universes being cut off from the Web entirely. - Dr. Schmidt Summary: SCP-6244-1's increasing hostility and threat to normalcy and the Multiverse at large have been determined to become catastrophic if allowed to continue. Due to the threat posed by SCP-6244-1's actions to both our universe and possibly every universe in the Web, a humane way of decommissioning SCP-6244 has been deemed necessary by all involved parties. - Dr. Preston *Must be of level 3 clearance or higher. The following memo was sent out by Ethics Committee liaison Henri Cosztonne following evaluation of the above proposal. 13/09/2014 SCP FOUNDATION ETHICS COMMITTEE The following is a memo from the Foundation Ethics Committee re: the decommissioning of SCP-6244. Following careful review by the Ethics Committee, the decommissioning of SCP-6244 has been approved. Despite policies in place against the decommissioning of sapient and human anomalies, it has been elected that the safety of humanity and the world at large take priority. A humane and ethical way of neutralizing the residents of SCP-6244 is to commence on September 14. -Henri Cosztonne, Ethics Committee Addendum 6244.6: External Memo The following memo was sent by Dir. Bold on September 14, 2014 to all members of the Decommissioning Department, Department of Multiversal Affairs, and Subdepartment of Threat Analysis involved in the SCP-6244 project, as well as all members of the SCP-6244 research and containment teams. 14/09/2014 SCP FOUNDATION DECOMMISSIONING DEPARTMENT The following is a memo from the Foundation Decommissioning Department re: SCP-6244. We failed. We knew we had as soon as every single one of them exited their homes. We planned on using a gaseous agent to do it. It would knock them unconscious before painlessly shutting their brains off. When we arrived at the village, we didn't want to do it, but we knew we had to. We were about to deploy it, and then they started moving. The residents of SCP-6244 do what they do through the use of complex kinetoglyphs. We see them, usually individuals or small groups, moving in complex and rhythmic dances as the world crumbles around them. But we'd never seen anything like what we saw today. Every person, every resident of the village, moving together in absolute harmony. It was more complex and beautiful than anything we'd ever seen from them before. They constructed a barrier around the town, before opening a Way. They left this world to pick up the pieces of their destruction, and they moved on to the next one with no remorse. They spared us. And as they took another step in their path of destruction, they looked us in the eyes. And they danced. Now, I leave this to you. I know, It's a lot. I'm sorry. You must succeed where we failed. We were spared. I don't know why. I don't know if I'll ever know why. All those worlds out there, however, may not be given the same mercy we were. I'd help you, if only I could. Again, I'm sorry, but you have to stop them. For you. For us. - Lynn Footnotes 1. Kinetoglyphs are physical and mental anomalous effects that occur when an entity performs specific motions and gestures. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6244" by Rhineriver, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6244. 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: Dalton Village from the old kirk, Dumfries & Galloway, Scotland Author: Rosser1954 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Dalton_Village_from_the_old_kirk,_Dumfries_%26_Galloway,_Scotland.jpg] Filename: Remnants of cottage settlement on Fidra Author: Macfack License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Remnants_of_cottage_settlement_on_Fidra.jpg] Filename: web.png Author: Rhineriver License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: slash.jpeg Author: Rhineriver License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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} a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover { color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--link-txt-color); } a { transition-duration: 0.1s; } /* 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; } /* MAIN > Header */ div#header { background: none; height: 160px; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: var(--header-txt-color); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif !important; font-weight: 900; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 { margin-top: -0.3rem; } #header h1 a { width: fit-content; margin: auto; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title); font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle); font-family: var(--ui-font) !important; font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.4em; color: var(--misc-txt-color); line-height: 26px; margin-top: 0.35rem; display: block; text-transform: uppercase; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 160px; width: 100%; top: 7px; position: absolute; background: var(--logo-img) 10px 30px no-repeat; background-size: 130px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 50% 50%; z-index: -1; opacity: var(--logo-opacity); } /* MAIN > Header > Search Box */ #search-top-box-form>input[type=text] { display: none; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { 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; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs 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 } /* CONTENT > Tabs 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: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .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: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; 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: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; 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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } 👻 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6245 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6245 Special Containment Procedures: In order to suppress the true nature surrounding SCP-6245, a staff member is to be assigned to her on the night of October 31st for the sake of trick-or-treating. A list of cover stories has been formed in order to answer queries civilians may give regarding SCP-6245's history. In addition, the anomaly is to be provided confectioneries in order to comply with Foundation staff..SCP-6245 mostly prefers chocolatey goods. The sweets should be stored in Site-169's Mess Hall. Physical containment of SCP-6245 is considered unnecessary. Description: SCP-6245 designates an intangible humanoid entity, draped over by a bed sheet. Standing at a height of ~1.4 meters, she identifies herself as 12-year-old "Sammy O'Brien". The specimen manifests in the area of Prescott Valley from 7:30 to 9:00 pm every Halloween night. She is capable of instantly transporting herself to different locations, though has only utilized this ability when trick-or-treating, teleporting to various homes throughout the settlement. It is unclear whether SCP-6245 is able to travel beyond the area immediately surrounding Prescott Valley. SCP-6245 was initially believed to be a folklore myth spread throughout the city, eventually gaining the title "Sweet Tooth Sammy". Civilians claimed to have spoken with the entity, though, due to the lack of evidence corroborating their statements, it was simply considered a mere hoax. This was the case until the events of Addendum-1. Investigation into SCP-6245's background has been inconclusive. Per order of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division (AEED), interviews with SCP-6245 have been discontinued..See Addendum-2 for more details. Addendum-1: Discovery Log SCP-6245 was initially encountered on the night of October 31st 2022, when she transported herself to Site-169's entrance. The following is a transcript detailing the events that transpired. [BEGIN LOG] Footage was taken by the Site's entrance. Mayfield exits the facility, waving goodbye to her colleagues. A Halloween party was being held at the Playground at the time. Mayfield: —right, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Have a good one! She stops by the front door as she takes out her mobile device. Mayfield: Hm… I wonder how Marcel's holding up. As she browses through her phone, SCP-6245 manifests and approaches Mayfield without her noticing. 6245: Hello? Excuse me, miss. Mayfield looks up to see the specimen. Mayfield: Huh, what the— Sammy holds her pumpkin-shaped bucket up to Mayfield's face, startling her. 6245: (Singing) Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Give Sammy some sweets to eat! Mayfield takes a step back, looking at her surroundings. Mayfield: How did you… (inhales deeply) how did you get here? 6245: You wouldn't believe me, but I teleported here. SCP-6245 raises both arms in the air. Mayfield notices how translucent they are and squints. Mayfield: Hold on, are you… Mayfield stares at the anomaly for a brief moment. Mayfield: (Pause) Are you the Sammy? Sweet Tooth Sammy, the ghost going around trick-or-treating at that nearby town? Sammy averts her eyes from Mayfield. 6245: (Quietly) Oh no, are you one of those people? Mayfield raises an eyebrow. Mayfield: Pardon? The entity crosses her arms. 6245: You know, those people who kept asking about how I died and stuff. I don't like it when they do that. Mayfield: Ah, no. Don't worry. I won't ask you any questions. I just… (pause) didn't realize you actually exist. We thought you were just a rumor. 6245: Well, look at me, miss. I'm right here. Mayfield: …I can see that. Pause. 6245: So, are you gonna get me some candy, please? Mayfield: Right, right, just… give me a moment real quick. I'll be back— Mayfield re-enters the building. Footage was taken from the reception room. Mayfield enters the area and hurriedly approaches the bowl of sweets resting atop the desk. Dr. Kirby Case is seated behind the desk, and raises an eyebrow at her. Case: I thought you were going home for the night, Melissa. Did you want a quick bite before heading off? Mayfield: Ah, yes, well… how do I explain this? Case: Hm? Mayfield: Do you remember that one investigation a few months back? The one about Sweet Tooth Sammy? Case: Don't tell me… Mayfield: She's (pause) standing in front of the entrance as we speak. You can check the feed if you're not convinced. Case briefly checks the footage on their laptop, then laughs. Case: And here I thought it was a myth. (Mutters) Three months of research just for her to waltz over here. Case gestures to the bowl. Case: You know what? Just take the entire bowl. I'm sure Sammy would love that. In exchange, though, do me a favor and keep her from causing any more problems, alright? We have to uphold the Veil, after all. Mayfield: Oh, thanks! You can count on me, Kirby. Case: Good luck! Mayfield takes the bowl and hurries out the front door. Footage was taken by the Site's entrance. Mayfield returns to SCP-6245, with the bowl of candy in her arms. Mayfield: Here ya go. Sorry for the delay. She pours the sweets into the container. SCP-6245 gasps. 6245: Oh my gosh, this is amazing! So much candy. Mayfield: Yup, and there's more where that came from. Once Mayfield is finished, Sammy checks the contents of her bucket. 6245: There's Skittles, Twizzlers, gummy bears, lollipops, and— SCP-6245 pauses and stares at Mayfield. 6245: Reese's Cup?! Mayfield: You like Reese's Cup? 6245: Like it? I love it! I love all kinds of chocolate candy. Only the sweet ones, though. The entity hops repeatedly. 6245: This is the best Halloween ever! Thank you, miss. Thank you so much. Mayfield: No problem, Sammy. In fact, didn't you say you weren't okay with all those people over in town questioning you? 6245: (Nods) Mhm. Mayfield: Well, starting next year, how about I accompany you while you're trick-or-treating? You know, to keep them from asking you anything. 6245: Really? You would do that for me? Mayfield: Absolutely! As a bonus, I can even get you all the candy you want. 6245: (Gasps) Even the chocolate? Mayfield: Especially the chocolate. All for you. What do you say? 6245: Yes, yes, a million times yes! SCP-6245 goes and briefly embraces Mayfield, laughing. This startles her once again. The specimen then takes a step back, gripping her container with both hands. 6245: Okay, I'll see you next year, then. Mayfield: I'll be waiting. The entity walks off. The two wave at each other. 6245: Bye bye, miss! Thank you again! Mayfield: Good night! Sammy de-manifests. A short moment of silence passes. Mayfield: (Mutters) She seemed like a nice kid. [END LOG] After this interaction, Sammy O'Brien was officially classified as an SCP Object, subsequently being designated SCP-6245 during documentation. Addendum-2: Contextualization Below is a file that was forwarded to the rest of Site-169 staff in order to spread awareness of SCP-6245's nature. SCP Foundation Secure • Contain • Protect «File Context» "Sweet Tooth Sammy" Written by: Dr. Melissa Mayfield If you've been around town, you might've heard about this one rumor going around about some girl under a ghost sheet, trick-or-treating at random houses every Halloween night. This myth — eventually titled "Sweet Tooth Sammy" — led to conspiracy upon conspiracy on what her history was like. Since no one has ever claimed to have met Sammy outside of October 31st, as well as how many homes she can go to in a short period of time, it was a matter of time until some civilians came to think that an actual ghost was hiding underneath that sheet. A popular topic many have speculated on is how she died in the first place and ended up 'haunting the streets' of Prescott Valley. Some have stated it was nothing to behold — such as natural causes or an unfortunate accident. Others have theorized more tragic fates for a girl like Sammy — such as a homicide or something even worse. Of course, people would be more attracted to how interesting the latter would be. Thus, the rabbit hole deepens. From the brief conversations I had with Sammy, I can tell that she was just a young girl wanting to get some candy since it's Halloween. She would often relay some of the most odd questions regarding her death from strangers she's not even familiar with. While Sammy does not want to discuss her past, I'm sure she was as normal as any other girl her age, and that I shouldn't look into it too much. With that said, I hope you know when to stop while talking to someone like Sammy. If you feel you are making them uncomfortable, then pull back. They're not willing to tell you everything about themselves, no matter how acquainted you are. Sometimes it's best not to question it and give the girl her candy. You should be glad it isn't some murder monster out to kill you; It's just an innocent and spectral child trick-or-treating. Dr. Melissa Mayfield Site Counsellor, Site-169 Anomalous Entity Engagement Division ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6245" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6245. 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: Sammy Name: green sheet spook Author: creepyhalloweenimages License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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SCP-6246
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Item #: SCP-6246 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6246 is uncontained, though its containment priority remains low. Sightings are to be disregarded as hoaxes and the use of other disinformation protocols or amnestics are permitted should they become necessary. Description: SCP-6246 is an unidentified entity, presumed human, whose head is constantly enveloped by flames. The flames appear to burn indefinitely without an identified fuel source. Despite this, the individual remains unharmed and shows indifference to the fire's presence. At no point has it been sighted without this defining feature which heavily obscures its face, preventing identification. SCP-6246 is responsive to external stimuli, aside from the flames, and is non-hostile. SCP-6246 is of average height, approximately 1.8 metres tall, and is usually seen wearing a coat and cargo pants. However, variations in its attire have been noted throughout all of its manifestations. The entity manifests via teleportation. Following their arrival at a location, SCP-6246 will remain at the site, usually unmoving, for approximately 10-20 minutes before demanifesting. Any other anomalous properties SCP-6246 may possess are unknown. No discerning correlation has been identified between the locations in which it has been sighted, though a noted detail between all these locations includes their remoteness to human habitation alongside low levels of pollution. Further details have yet to be identified. Addendum 6246.1 — DISCOVERY: SCP-6246 was not initially recognised as an anomaly and was thought to be an urban legend due to the majority of sightings being reported on Parawatch.net, a popular site with a userbase focusing on speculating the existence of anomalous phenomena. Though initially disregarded as a hoax, SCP-6246's existence was later confirmed once a Foundation agent, Finley Moss, encountered the anomaly while on duty. Moss is driving alone on a road with fields on either side. He continues driving for some time until he notices a pillar of smoke in the distance. He slows down, observing the rising smoke. Moss looks down at his watch and then stops the car at the edge of the road. He gets out and climbs over a wire fence to investigate the source and enters the field. As Moss moves further in, pushing aside the tall grass, a clearing comes into view. An individual (SCP-6246) remains standing in the centre wearing a brown coat and beige cargo pants. It is alone in the small clearing, with its hands in its coat's pockets. Moss notices the entity's head aflame, alongside its unresponsive attitude, and retreats several steps. He pulls out his pistol, press checks it, and slowly walks out into the clearing. Agent Moss' aim is held on the entity as he moves forward, enough to see the front of its head. Its face is obscured by the flames. It makes no response to Moss. Moss remains in this stance for several minutes, unmoving, but eventually lowers his pistol. SCP-6246: Was wondering when you'd put it down. The wind picks up and the tall grass around the two waves. The flames on the entity's head flicker and crack. SCP-6246: Nice breeze, don't you think? Moss hesitates. Agent Moss: Yeah. I— It's nice. It's cool. The two stare into the distance. The wind calms. As the evening gets darker, the sound of insects chirping rises. The wind picks up again and the grass rustles. The branches of trees in the distance do too. SCP-6246: Well, you've been standing with me for a while. What's your name? Agent Moss: Oh, Finley. That's my name. SCP-6246: So, what are you up to here? Agent Moss: What? SCP-6246: Well, you came to me now, didn't you? Agent Moss: Oh, yeah, uh, I did. SCP-6246: Why? Agent Moss: I, uh, had some time on my hands, and I thought I might take a look to see if it's a fire, you know. And then I saw you. SCP-6246: Mhm. There is a pause between the two. The sky, previously clear, now has a single large cloud moving across it. The moon has come up, though is faint since there is still light. The cloud slowly drifts towards it. Agent Moss: So, uh, what about you? The entity raises its head and looks up at the moon, soon to be obscured by the cloud. Several moos are heard. Agent Moss looks around, though is unable to identify the source. SCP-6246: I like seeing views like this. Listening to them. Feeling them. Special ones like these. The wind rushes once more. A mosquito lands on the back of Moss' hand. He flicks it away. The entity scratches its neck. SCP-6246: There are lovely moments everywhere. Perfect ones. Anywhere and where ever, you'll always find them. They'll always happen. The sun has almost set and now the flame on the entity's head mostly illuminates the darkness. SCP-6246: I like travelling to those places. The places where they happen. Agent Moss: So that's why you're out here? SCP-6246: I want to see them all. Feel them all. Smell them all. Even taste them if I could! Hah! Though, sadly, they only ever happen once. And sometimes, I'm not even there to see them in their glory. Another moo is heard. The sun has finally set, leaving only an orange glow from below the horizon. SCP-6246: What'd you think of it? There is a pause from Moss. Agent Moss: I thought it was beautiful. The chirping of crickets is now loudest. Bats fly above, clicking. SCP-6246: Me too. Me too. I'm glad you liked it. The two continue watching the horizon. Agent Moss: Oh, uh, you didn't tell me your— Moss turns around, though the entity is not beside him. He looks around, though cannot find it. The silhouette of a cow emerges from behind some grass and moos once more. Moss stops searching and looks up at the moon. The cloud moves away, revealing it. Moss sits on the ground and looks at the pistol in his hands. He drops it and covers his eyes with the back of his elbow. He sighs. A frame from Moss' body camera. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6246" by Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6246. 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: sunset.jpg Name: File:Sunset_and_Tall_Grass_-_panoramio.jpg Author: Shane Smith License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-6247 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its location, all ships passing through the spot under which SCP-6247 is located are to be redirected through an alternate route, under the guise of severe weather conditions. All noticeable debris emerging from SCP-6247 is to be retrieved and stored in a secure containment unit at Site-184. Constant monitoring of SCP-6247 for fluctuations in anomalous activity is to be carried out. Description: SCP-6247 is the designation given to a structure found on the seafloor of the Atlantic Ocean. SCP-6247 exists in a constant state of flux between an unconfirmed number of realities, rendering a full mapping of the structure unfeasible. From time to time, debris is violently expelled from SCP-6247 in a manner consistent with that of an explosion. Of note is that all debris recovered from SCP-6247 has exhibited signs of stress consistent with depths of -6,000 meters below sea level.1 A secondary anomalous effect that has been attributed to SCP-6247 manifests as a series of messages encoded through standard Foundation methods; these messages are transmitted repeatedly at regular intervals. The content of these messages is displayed below. [UNKNOWN COLLISION IN SECTOR 4B. PLEASE REMAIN CALM.] [CHARYBDIS PROTOCOL IMPLEMENTED. SECTOR 4B RECLASSIFIED LOST.] [TEMPORARY ANOMALY DESIGNATION 0059: 1 SPECIMEN. DECEASED.] UPDATE 06/03/2022: On 06/03/2022, SCP-6247 expelled a large container bearing a Foundation insignia, which quickly rose up to the surface and activated a beacon transmitting on standard Foundation channels. Upon retrieval, the contents of the box were examined and sent to Site-184 for study due to the site's proximity. The box contained documentation on several unobserved aquatic anomalies attributed to a non-existent Foundation facility located somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. No data recovered has been linked to any existing Foundation operation, and is to be disregarded. Footnotes 1. The Atlantic Ocean has an average depth of 3,646m, with a maximum depth of around 5,000m. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6247" by Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6247. 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-6248
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SCP-6248 Byㅤ LORDXVNV Published on 20 Jun 2022 00:54 SCP-6248 Item #: SCP-6248 Holy Site-6248 Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: Holy Site-6248 has been established about SCP-6248. All Xerophyllan pilgrims to this site are to be welcomed and bade to consume SCP-6248-α. Those who endure the consumption of SCP-6248-α shall be taught to follow pilgrimage once every moon and to pass this tradition unto their children. Those who suffer adverse symptoms from the consumption of SCP-6248-α are to be put to the sword to contain the spread of contagion. By orders from the highest echelons of the Fundamentum, study of the composition of SCP-6248-α is barred. Description: SCP-6248 is a cursed spring upon Glastonbury Tor. The mouth of the spring holds the form of two straight crevasses upon the earth which intersect at a right angle. The longitudinal crevasse runs from north to south for six meters. The latitudinal crevasse runs from east to west for four meters. The latitudinal crevasse intersects the longitudinal crevasse two meters from the northernmost point. SCP-6248-α is the White Phlegm of Yvith, which gushes from SCP-6248. Its material composition is unknown. It is a liquid, thicker than water yet thinner than oil, colored white and sweet upon the tongue. Should it be transported away from SCP-6248, it shall turn putrid and sour in the time of three days. It shall no longer be safe for any to consume. Upon consumption of the White Phlegm of Yvith, two of every three people notice no immediate effect. The remaining one becomes afflicted by an illness of the stomach. They report, variously, pain within the abdomen, a churning of the bile, a swelling of stomach, the expulsion of air from the behind, and, in extreme cases, the expulsion of liquified fecal matter. It is believed that this is a curse laid by Yvith to prevent the consumption of her White Phlegm and spread contagion throughout Xerophylla. Those that survive the White Phlegm of Yvith without being put to the sword oft return to drink from SCP-6248 repeatedly. It has been noted that those who return to SCP-6248 are of greater strength and stature and have better teeth than the general population. Those that survive the White Phlegm of Yvith are to be kept under watch, so they and their bloodlines might be recruited into the Phlegm Troopers of the Fundamentum so as to fight the endless Darkness of Evropa. / NIGHTFALL: QUI LACTIS The Phlegmfont More by LORDXVNV Hide Other works by LORDXVNV! SCPs SCP-6987 Rating: 465 SCP-8008 Rating: 332 SCP-7069 Rating: 264 SCP-7997 Rating: 217 SCP-6572 Rating: 202 SCP-6433 Rating: 165 SCP-1337-EX Rating: 161 SCP-7715 Rating: 120 SCP-7335 Rating: 89 SCP-6248 Rating: 88 SCP-7576 Rating: 68 SCP-1392 Rating: 54 SCP-7634 Rating: 52 SCP-6510 Rating: 43 SCP-7272 Rating: 43 SCP-8814 Rating: 23 Tales These 5 Colleges are the Best for Learning Dark Powers! Number 1 Will SHOCK You! 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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains elements of depression and suicide and references a real-life tragedy. If these themes make you uncomfortable, it is suggested you stop reading after the first addendum. SCP-6249 — Your Biography On Vinyl More works by me can be found here! I'd like to thank, in no particular order, Tiamat Elsen, Voiiiii, RadioactiveRADS, Mooagain , NDHeckfire, psychicprogrammer, Dr Trintavon does not match any existing user name, Alzin Cdag, fairydoctor, nddragoon, Ghost Jackal, and New_to_life for their insightful critique and for making this SCP possible! I'm a big fan of Frank Sinatra and I've had this idea for the longest time. I finally decided to start writing it and, at this point, I've been working on this article for at least a month now. It's gone through so many revisions and narrative shifts, I can't even remember the original content. This is mostly because I'm never fully confident with my work, so I keep seeking critique on it infinitely. I hope the final product is at least par! ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-6249 Special Containment Procedures: Music stores that have contained instances of SCP-6249 in the past are to be monitored. In the event a radio station broadcasts SCP-6249, the station is to be taken down until Foundation agents can be embedded in the station's staff. In addition, online chat forums are to be surveilled by Foundation automated expungement tools. Description: SCP-6249 is a song titled "A Song About You," accredited to songwriters Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen and sung by Frank Sinatra. Reports of the song date back to 1959, frequently appearing on radio programs, especially those with a small viewership. Physical media formats of the song could be found and purchased in stores in the United States, Canada, and the United Kingdom until the Foundation's intervention in the 1970s. The lyrics vary significantly among witnesses, however the song spans four minutes and thirty seconds consistently. The lyrics of the song depict integral moments from the listener's life, specifically those the listener regrets or otherwise finds shameful. The song appears to become more exaggerated, and in some cases, inaccurate, the more detailed the lyrics are. Notably, the song will conclude with a description of the listener's death. Regardless of the number of listeners present, each individual will hear their own variation of the song. The anomalous effects can be replicated by recording the song, appearing unaffected by the audio's quality. Addendum 1-A: On 03/02/88, SCP-6249 was broadcasted at 8:14 AM on a radio station in the Chicago Metropolitan Area. The song was able to be played in its entirety before Foundation personnel could remove it and was heard by 531 known individuals, making it the largest SCP-6249 incident to date. Several concerning calls were received by police in the following minutes. One of the listeners, Foundation Researcher Lia Corretz, wrote down a portion of the lyrics in a notepad. Five dollars to my name, no future Your mama said, behave Your father said I ain't no suitor [unintelligible] all the rave We're off, for New Zealand All roads crossed, all bridges burnt A cure for your heartburn But then again, you said Make me your misses Cor— The incident was brought to the Foundation's attention when Corretz made a manic call to the Foundation's anomalous activity call center. She was discovered by her coworker parked on the side of the road in downtown Chicago, Illinois. Addendum 1-B: Following the events of Addendum 1-A, Corretz has refused to drive and instead has insisted on traveling by bike or train. The call was perceived by the Department of Crisis Assessment as a confession to a possible future attack. Upon arrival at Site-81 the same day, Corretz was redirected by DCA agents to a vacant room in the facility. At 3:10 PM, the interview commenced. « BEGIN LOG » (Corretz is sitting across from Agent Watts. Agent Marcellus takes a seat next to Corretz and begins the cassette recording.) Marcellus: The interview will now begin. Interviewers Agent Denis Marcellus and Agent Theodore Watts are present. Interviewee Lia Corretz is present. (Marcellus lowers closer to the microphone.) Marcellus: The time is 3:11 PM. The interview may now commence. Corretz: Okay, what the hell do you two want? Watts: Yesterday morning, Miss Corretz, you made a call to the Foundation's dispatch center. In specific, you requested coworker Michelle Rojewits be present at the Site-81 entrance upon your arrival. You proceeded to exit your car about 320 kilometers from the site, is that correct? (Corretz nods.) Marcellus: We need you to answer verbally. Is that correct? Corretz: Yes, that is correct. Watts: Records suggest you were driving back, alone, from an expedition in the Rocky Mountains when you abandoned your car. This occurred only a few minutes after making the call to our center. Is this correct? Corretz: Yes. Watts: What did you do after abandoning your car? Corretz: Well, once I abandoned my car, I began walking north towards central Chicago. After some time, I reached the city and went to the metro system. I took a train south-east. Eventually, I left the train in Indiana, and proceeded to advance south for the rest of the day, switching between walking and traveling by train. Watts: Why did you not travel by taxi at any point during this time? (Corretz does not respond.) Watts: Does this have anything to do with the call you made? Corretz: Why am I being interrogated over this? Shouldn't you be investigating the radio program? You know as well as me that the anomaly was broadcasted to hundreds of people! Watts: Well, it's not every day that a Foundation Researcher says they're going to die by crashing into a bus. We really need to confirm what went down. For all we know, you could've been confessing to a future attack. Corretz: Do you think I'm some kind of terrorist? Marcellus: That kind of damage coming from a collision alone is unlikely. Watts: Tell me, to the best of your memory, what the anomaly said about your death. Corretz: It said that I would get into an accident with a bus while riding in a car. I would die, along with tens of other people. I'm sure there was more to it, but I simply don't remember anything else. I feel like a broken record repeating this. Watts: So what, I'm to understand that you abandoned your car because some voice on the radio said you'd die in a car crash? Corretz: Listen, it sounds suspicious, I know, but I've been working for the Foundation for over a decade now. Why the hell would I intentionally cause a bus crash? Watts: Nobody knows. That's the most damning part. Corretz: You and I both know this is nonsense. Have you at least found out how the whole scandal happened? Why was it not removed faster? Watts: We can't release information on that. (Watts turns to Washington, nodding, before turning back to Corretz.) Watts: We're going to conclude the interview here. If we call for you, you show up. We might have more to ask. Sound good? (After several seconds, Corretz nods.) Watts: What was that? Corretz: Yes. That sounds good. Watts: Good. Is there anything else you want to tell us? (Corretz hesitates for several seconds, before ultimately shaking her head.) Watts: Then Agent Marcellus will see you on your way out. Your post-expedition assessment is tomorrow, so head back to your quarters and get some good sleep. (Marcellus steps back into the room after dismissing Corretz and shuts the door.) Watts: Have her surveilled by agents. I'm not fully convinced yet. Marcellus: I trust her. I say we admit her to an on-site psychologist. « END LOG » All attempts to mediate Corretz's amaxophobia, caused by SCP-6249, have failed. After a month of unsuccessful psychological treatment, Corretz stopped attending meetings with a psychologist. As a result, Corretz has been placed on administrative leave without pay. The team of agents assigned to surveil Corretz was ultimately withdrawn. A collection of select meetings between Corretz and Psychologist Hannah Rho can be found below. 03/04/88 4:00PM - 4:51PM Department of Psychology and Behavioral Analysis Licensed Psychologist Rho Patient Researcher Corretz, Semeiological Treatment, Meeting 1 Select Excerpt: Rho: Is there anything in specific about this revelation that could be the source of your phobia? What, in specific, frightens you? Death? Corretz: I (pause) don't really know. Obviously, I am afraid of death. Everything is. (nervous chuckle) But if I had to pick something in specific, I'd say I'm mainly afraid of being the reason someone else dies. Rho: It stems from empathy it seems. Why do you choose to ride by bike or train then, when ultimately, the same outcome could arise? Corretz: Well, (pause) the song specified a car. I would be in a car when I die. So, as long as I don't enter a car, everyone is safe. I'll have to enter a car eventually, but at least by avoiding it, for now, I'm delaying it. Rho: How would you say this has affected you mentally? Corretz: Are you kidding? I've been petrified. I've been keeping my mind clear, I've stopped drinking. As long as I'm not in a car, though, I can feel a modicum of wellness. Rho: You've denied medication from my coworkers to aid your anxiety, why? Corretz: I already told you, damnit, I have to be paranoid. If I'm not, I can't assure I stay out of a car. We've become so dependent on vehicles, so it'd be so easy to enter a car one day without thinking about it. Notes: Amaxophobia, severe Patient appears stable visually, however eyes are tired Patient's daily routine seems unhindered by changes Additional anxiety from DCA interrogation Summary: Two days following the patient's problematic revelation, they appear well, although on edge. During the meeting, the patient would continue to glance about the room, and more noticeably, scratch their arms and kneecaps constantly. Since the patient has no history of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, the cause of this scratching is likely anxiety. The patient had stopped taking anxiety medication four years ago but was given a new prescription after the meeting. Signed, Hannah J. Rho, Psychologist. Signed, Daniel Ipsberg, Supervisor. 03/11/88 4:00PM - 4:54PM Department of Psychology and Behavioral Analysis Licensed Psychologist Rho Patient Researcher Corretz, Semeiological Treatment, Meeting 2 Select Excerpt: Rho: In regards to the anxiety medication prescribed, have you noticed any changes yet? Your eyes look better than last time. Corretz: I've started taking melatonin of my own volition, the anxiety medication has done damn-near nothing. Rho: That's certainly troubling. Do you think you should have your dosage increased? I can sign you up for an evaluation with an MD. Corretz: No, (pause) no. I'm not sure that'd do anything, I haven't noticed any change whatsoever since I started taking the medication. Rho: Well, it's been a week since we last talked, so I want to know how you've been coping with your amaxophobia. Corretz: It's (long pause) not going well. I'm constantly looking behind my back. I'm not sure if it's in my dreams or not but I keep hearing different variations of the song's concluding lyrics. I'm having a hard time remembering what the original message was. Notes: Patient's paranoia has increased Patient is taking sleeping medication Anxiety medication ineffective Patient broke down in the middle of the session, hitting themselves on the head aggressively Summary: Since the last meeting, the patient has become significantly more agitated and has begun showing symptoms of schizophrenia. The issue has been forwarded to the Medical Department for analysis. The patient has agreed to a sleep analysis session and has moved to an on-site living quarter temporarily to lower exposure to anxiety-inducing stimuli. Signed, Hannah J. Rho, Psychologist. Signed, Daniel Ipsberg, Supervisor. 03/25/88 4:01PM - 4:50PM Department of Psychology and Behavioral Analysis Licensed Psychologist Rho Patient Researcher Corretz, Semeiological Treatment, Meeting 4 Select Excerpt: Rho: You've been quiet most of this meeting. Is there a reason for that? Corretz: (Unresponsive.) Rho: Hello? Corretz: I don't want to do this anymore. I don't fucking want to do this anymore. Rho: Do what? These meetings? Corretz: I just want confirmation I can enter a car. Rho: Elaborate. Corretz: I'm going to fucking die, and I don't know when. I know I'm going to die and it's going to hurt others. Can't I just kill myself? Before (pause) anything bad happens? Notes: Patient appeared intoxicated upon arriving at the meeting, going back on their refusal to drink or take medication from the first meeting Patient has developed suicidal tendencies and requested amnesticization or euthanasia, requests forwarded to the Medical Department Patient has gotten back on anxiety medication with increased dosage Summary: Patient's mental state is worsening and has reached the point of severe depression. The patient wants to move out of their on-site living quarter, likely due to developing schizophrenic paranoia. The patient's requests for amnesticization or euthanasia have been forwarded to the proper authorities, although they are likely to be denied. DCA has dropped the investigation on the patient, accepting the patient's claims. Signed, Hannah J. Rho, Psychologist. Signed, Daniel Ipsberg, Supervisor. 04/01/88 4:00PM - 4:23PM Department of Psychology and Behavioral Analysis Licensed Psychologist Rho Patient Researcher Corretz, Semeiological Treatment, Meeting 5 Select Excerpt: Rho: Are you going to talk at all? Corretz: (Unresponsive.) Rho: I think it'd really help to spill out what you're thinking. You're a smart woman, I know something's going on in there. Corretz: (Unresponsive.) Rho: Alright, then. We're here for another half hour if you feel like talking any time soon. Corretz: (Rises from the couch and exits the room.) Notes: Patient appears disheveled and their clothes appear dirt-ridden Patient noticeably has what looks like needle marks on their left arm, suspected of using heroin Patient nearly fell asleep on two occasions during the meeting Summary: It is likely the patient has begun using illicit drugs and drinking significantly more than last week. Any attempts to talk with the patient during this meeting have failed. Patient's requests for amnesticization or euthanasia have been denied. The patient has also moved out of the on-site living quarter and has become unresponsive entirely to work emails and text messages. Administrative staff are looking into the situation. Signed, Hannah J. Rho, Psychologist. Signed, Daniel Ipsberg, Supervisor. Corretz failed to show up for the last three scheduled meetings. She would eventually stop replying to work-related emails and calls, only remaining in contact with select coworkers, and be designated MIA when their house was found empty in April. At this point, administrative staff began making plans to fire Corretz after the administrative leave expired. Addendum 2: « BEGIN LOG » At 22:38 on May 14th, 1988, Corretz exits a bar in Carroll County, Kentucky intoxicated. She enters a taxi car and the driver, Vincent Parkson, begins driving north up Interstate 71. As this is occurring, a retired school bus, repurposed as a church bus, is heading south on the parallel road. The bus is occupied by approximately 60 students and a driver from a local high school. The group was returning from Kings Island theme park in Ohio. At 22:40, the two vehicles are approximately nine kilometers away from one another. Due to the thick fog that had settled that morning, Parkson unknowingly switches lanes and is driving in the opposite direction of the bus. By this point, the two vehicles are within three kilometers of one another. A concerning text is received by Rojewits at 22:44 from Corretz, who at this point has decided to exit the car near a gas station. In the text, Corretz asks Rojewits to drop her bike off at her location. Shortly after, the car exits view of Corretz, who lingers outside the gas station. The driver makes an attempt to switch roads, at which point the bus emerges from the fog. The car and the bus make contact at 22:55, causing the bus to come to a forced stop in the middle of the two roads. Parkson is rendered dead on impact from blunt trauma, with most of the bus passengers being unscathed and some minimally injured. In the coming seconds, debris from the car strikes the bus' gasoline tank, igniting it and causing a fire that engulfs the bus. All emergency exits to the bus were blocked or otherwise rendered inoperative as a result of the crash, trapping the bus' passengers. The accident, in total, killed 28 people, including the two drivers, and left the rest with severe injuries. « END LOG » The scene of the incident was discovered approximately five minutes later when Corretz had walked down the road, having heard the sound of the collision. The local fire department arrived an hour later due to the fog, causing significantly more damage at the scene of the crash. Subsequent to Incident 6249-2-C, Corretz received an extension on their administrative leave and has been forcibly admitted into a rehabilitation facility. The usage of SCP-6249 for testing purposes has been temporarily restricted. Investigation into the incident by the Department of Crisis Assessment is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6249" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6249. 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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bigslothonmyface Written by bigslothonmyface You can find more of their work on their author page. Item#: SCP-6250 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo The North Gates suburb of Testimony, Florida, USA. Special Containment Procedures: Sixteen cognitive monitoring checkpoints have been established at high-traffic areas in and around Testimony, Florida. Traffic passing through each checkpoint is measured against paradigm human cognition. All individuals whose cognitive states deviate from paradigm humanity by more than 10 CV units are to be detained and questioned by a member of MTF Beta-16 (“Invisible Cities”) under the guise of a routine traffic stop. The following questions must be asked: Question Flag responses Notes Two introductory questions (“how are you,” “do you know why we pulled you over,” “where are you from” etc.) N/A Questions are meant merely to establish a baseline for the individual’s responsiveness. NOTE: questions related to weather or climate should not be used as introductory questions. Do you have any children? Marked enthusiasm for having multiple children or a large family This question should be asked regardless of the individual’s age or the presence of children in the car at the time. What’s the weather usually like around here? Marked enthusiasm for local weather, positive misrepresentation of local weather, comparative answers for which the individual could have no basis (e.g. “better than yours”) Question must be phrased so as to inquire about the general climate in Testimony, not the specific weather on that day. Have you ever thought about buying a home in Keystone Flats? Violent affirmation; questioner should be prepared to respond with physical force Question should only be asked if both previous questions have returned flag responses. A flag response to this question is sufficient to prove linkage between the interviewee and SCP-6250. Individuals found to be “linked” to SCP-6250 are to be detained and isolated in a Hughes-Faraday Antimemetic Chamber (HFAC) for no less than 18 hours, at which point they may be amnesticized and released. MTF Beta-16 maintains a constant presence in offices on the second story of the former City Township Suburban Realtors building in downtown Testimony, recognized as the origin point of SCP-6250. From here, the MTF is responsible for detecting and containing intersection events, as well as demarcating the current boundary of the SCP-6250 area of intersection. Primary research into the anomaly is to focus on arresting or reversing the growth of its area of intersection. No method to accomplish this is currently known. Description: SCP-6250 is an anomalous, partially-physical suburban area originating outside of consensus reality, referred to by its residents as “Keystone Flats.” The area intersects our world within a roughly spherical region centered on Testimony, Florida, USA (an exurb of the city of Tampa). This intersection leads characteristics of SCP-6250 to manifest intermittently within our reality, including both physical infrastructure and intangible phenomena and concepts. The varied nature of SCP-6250 intersection events has rendered identification and containment difficult; see Addendum 2 for a list of known occurrences to date. The origins of SCP-6250 are unclear. However, testing has shown that the area exists primarily within the shared human psychospace. The implications of this discovery are subject to ongoing study by the Departments of Epistemology and Parapsychology. SCP-6250’s presence in the collective psychospace renders its intersections with our reality undetectable to most Testimony residents, who typically view such events as normal. SCP-6250’s area of intersection with our reality expands at a rate of 1.5 kilometers per month. Since discovery, the area of intersection has grown from roughly 3km2 to more than 110km2. Discovery: Two undercover Foundation agents visited Testimony on 27 July, 2019, to monitor an unrelated Group of Interest. During their stay, the pair began to document anomalous activity now known to result from SCP-6250, believing it to be related to the GoI in question. On the morning of 28 July, all fresh fruit between Knocker Way SW and State Highway 45 spontaneously vanished. Fruit reappeared six hours later, slightly rotten. Testing revealed 30% of fruit’s biomass had been replaced with that of the invasive kudzu vine (Pueraria montana) and 45% with that of the house fly (Musca domestica). Fruit bore sale stickers labeled “Whole Foods Keystone Flats.” On the evening of 28 July, agents claimed the distance between homes in suburban Testimony had expanded by 6000%. New space was occupied by a series of large soccer fields. GPS mapping equipment and drone observation failed to record any alterations to the landscape, and agents reported that the area reverted to its previous structure after 90 minutes. Sprinklers within the area of intersection ran continuously for four hours after this event, unable to be turned off or disconnected; discharge was a mixture of liquid chlorine and diesel fuel. As this alteration was far beyond the scope of their current assignment, agents were advised to shelter in place and await reinforcements from an MTF based at the nearby Site-240. MTF arrived at 00:31 on 30 July. On the afternoon of 30 July, MTF advised members were having difficulty breathing. Sky in area was visibly darkened. MTF commander reported local air “tasted papery.” Atmospheric surveying found that the air quality index in and around Testimony had dipped from its average of 56 (“moderate”) to 207 (“very unhealthy”), and discovered a significant concentration of industrial packing foam particulate in the lower atmosphere. Particulate was concentrated enough in some areas for the air to catch fire in response to automobile exhaust. MTF contained such incidents. As the particulate dissipated, air quality gradually returned to baseline average. Agents were extracted at this point, and MTF was advised to cordon off the affected area for study and SCP designation. On the evening of 2 August, “iridescent human figures” were seen walking in large numbers on the side of the road near the northern Testimony city limit. MTF pursued the figures, which walked in silence from the edge of the North Gates suburb to a Kroger-brand grocery store 8 miles away. Group demanifested upon arrival, at which point the interior of every vehicle in the store’s parking lot was superheated to 170 degrees. MTF treated 13 civilians for burns at the scene. Blanket evacuation of the area was ordered by Site-240 command following the superheating incident. However, this order was resisted by civilians, who claimed they were “living the dream” in Testimony and that MTF members were “fear mongering.” After several physical altercations, MTF was extracted and the entire area and its residents were declared compromised by an anomalous phenomenon. Traffic in and out of Testimony was cordoned off and airspace above the exurb commandeered under the guise of a domestic terror attack, news coverage of which was suppressed. Addendum 1: Testing and mental effects Civilian behavior in Testimony suggests that SCP-6250 is at least partially memetic in nature. However, exposure to a battery of antimemetic and countermemetic agents has failed to alter the mindset of affected individuals. Only when civilians are placed inside an HFAC, effectively cutting them off from the shared human psychospace, do they demonstrate improvement. This has led my staff to conclude that the anomaly travels from person to person via our collective consciousness. However, this travel seems limited: SCP-6250’s influence has failed to manifest in anyone transported outside its area of intersection. It’s unusual for a memetic effect to be bound to a real-world location. It’s also unusual for a memetic effect to manifest actual, physical changes to the landscape. Both of those factors point to our having missed something here. Regardless, our best explanation for now is that this… anomaly, whatever it may be, is an epistemological phenomenon: simply put, SCP-6250 manifests in response to the belief of the residents of Testimony. This, of course, leads to the question: belief in what? Dr. Francis Howard Site-240 parapsychologist Addendum 2: Known intersection events Note: due to the size of the area of intersection and the variable nature of intersection events, it is likely that such events are missed on a regular basis. City-wide Hume level monitoring is considered a top priority. Date Area affected Reality alterations Description 15 August 2019 Variable Moderate All crosswalks, traffic lights, stop signs, highway medians, and bus lanes on State Highway 45 begin to disappear at 08:04. Disappearance is complete by 11:40. Individuals walking in crosswalks when they begin to vanish reappear on the side of the highway from which they started. 60% report feelings of numbness and concentrated pain in their back and legs; analysis shows their cerebrospinal fluid has become carbonated, despite lacking the pressure and concentration typically necessary to achieve this state. 4 October 2019 City-wide Minimal 71,440 Testimony residents congregate outside a Bath and Body Works store on West 49th Street and begin berating the cashier on duty, one Tiana Jones. No physical contact is made, but Jones is unable to leave her desk or the store for more than eight hours. Residents return home exactly at 5 p.m. Jones suffers hearing damage and mental effects stemming from post-traumatic stress. No affected residents are able to recall the event, but all agree that they view Jones as untrustworthy and threatening when shown a photograph of her. 2 December 2019 City-wide Moderate Garbage collectors employed by Testimony state that they cannot work. Workers are unable to offer further explanation, and are fired. Newly-hired garbage collectors report the same obstacle and are likewise unable to explain. This cycle continues until 09:05 on 14 December, when all current and former Testimony garbage collectors vanish from their homes. Workers reappear 18 hours later inside the main trash compactor at the Testimony City Dump, mid-compaction. Five are injured, but the machine is stopped in time to prevent loss of life. Garbage collection is able to resume as normal following this event. Note: During the 10-day cycle period, the amount of trash produced by Testimony residents doubled without apparent cause. 16 April 2020 Neighborhood/small area Minimal All entrances and exits from every business in the Wisteria Storefronts strip mall spontaneously redirect to the interior of SCP-3008. Two members of MTF are lost in this occurrence. Redirection dissipates 17 hours after manifestation. Individuals emerging from the stores after this point carry IKEA-brand bags and printed flyers advertising municipal development in the suburb of Keystone Flats. 1 July 2020 Neighborhood/small area Severe A disconnected cloverleaf freeway interchange manifests in a swampland area south of Testimony. Traffic continues to flow though the interchange, appearing and disappearing via unknown means. Observed vehicle makes and models do not match any known auto manufacturer. A Foundation automated vehicle is placed on the interchange and proceeds outward from the southernmost exit, at which point contact is lost. The vehicle has since been observed 11 times entering and exiting the interchange from various positions. It is non-responsive to operator commands. 30 November 2020 Neighborhood/small area Minimal Through an unknown biological mechanism, residents of the North Gates suburb become unable to metabolize any nourishment other than fruit juice. Concurrent with this, all fruit juice in area grocery stores is converted to motor oil. New shipments of juice undergo this transformation immediately upon entering stores. Site-240 pharmacologists are able to resolve the condition via medications normally employed to treat celiac disease, but 17 residents expire from malnutrition before Foundation discovery. 21 January 2021 City-wide Severe Multiple neighborhood parks around the area of intersection are spontaneously coated in a layer of liquified tar and asphalt. Multiple casualties; MTF alerts Site-240. Over the next fifteen minutes, each park slowly sinks into the asphalt miasma and vanishes. Asphalt then hardens, and yellow traffic paint appears on the newly-paved surface in cognitohazardous patterns in shape of name-brand fast food logos. 8 May 2021 City-wide Severe Billboards advertising “Keystone Flats homes on the market NOW” are found embedded in the siding of two local elementary schools, four churches, and the Testimony Public Library. All books in each of these locations also bear this message on every page. Residents who observe the ads for longer that 10 seconds become comatose, only awakening after a full day within an HFAC. Awakened residents are frustrated, claiming they “missed their chance,” but cannot explain further. Amnestics prove effective and individuals are released. Ads are scrubbed from the area via automated drone systems to prevent MTF exposure. Addendum 3: Exploration Log Due to the recurrence of text and images related to "Keystone Flats" during SCP-6250 intersection events as well as the appearance of urban and suburban infrastructure, researchers hypothesized that the 6250 anomaly may be linked to an actual location within the human psychospace. An experiment was proposed as follows: using Site-119’s experimental NICE Drive technology, which allows conscious exploration of the Noosphere, Site-240 would send an MTF Beta-16 agent into the psychospace after exposing them to possible memetic triggers linked to Keystone Flats. The results of this exploration are logged below. Foreward: MTF Beta-16’s commanding officer (Hakim Williams) was treated with a regimen of mnestic drugs and repeatedly exposed to subliminal images and messaging related to Keystone Flats and Testimony. Captain Williams showed no ill effects, and was thus cleared to dive into the Noosphere and attempt to locate information related to SCP-6250. [BEGIN LOG] Command: Hakim, do you copy? Williams: Copy. Command: Remember, we won’t be able to speak to you once you dive. We can receive any data you transmit, but that’s all. Williams: Got it. Command: We’ll pull you out in 12 hours unless we hear otherwise. Good luck in there, captain. Williams: Thanks, Mark. See you soon. Command: Commencing submersion in 3… 2… 1… [NICE Drive activates. Williams’s body goes limp inside his pod.] [Pause for three minutes.] Williams, via data pad: TRANSMITTING. TEST. TEST. Williams: TRANSMISSION STABLE. ARRIVED WITHIN HOME. UNFURNISHED. PERSPECTIVE DISTORTIONS. TRANSMITTING IMAGE. + View image - Hide image Williams: NO LIFE VISIBLE. PROCEEDING OUTSIDE. [Pause for four minutes.] Williams: OUTSIDE. SUN VERY HOT. SKY GRAY. MULTIPLE HOMES. Williams: NOBODY HERE. PROCEEDING DOWN STREET. Williams: HOME EXTERIOR DOES NOT MATCH INTERIOR. MORE WINDOWS. TRANSMITTING IMAGE. + View image - Hide image [Pause for fifteen minutes.] Williams: HOMES SPARSER. NEARING EDGE OF NEIGHBORHOOD. [Pause for two minutes.] Williams: AT EDGE. SINGLE ROADWAY OUTWARDS, CRESTS SLOPE IN DISTANCE. HEAT INCREASING. TRANSMITTING IMAGE. + View image - Hide image Williams: WILL KEEP WALKING. MAY NEED EVAC RE TEMP. [Pause for 12 minutes.] Williams: GETTING USED TO IT. STILL NO LIFE. NO SIGN OF ROAD END OR VEHICLES. LANDSCAPE UNCHANGING. Williams: WILL WALK FAR AS ABLE. [Pause for 3 hours, 42 minutes.] Williams: BUILDINGS IN DISTANCE. [Pause for 19 minutes.] Williams: RETAIL. LOOKS LIKE SHOPPING CENTER. VEHICLES PRESENT. Williams: ENTERING FIRST STORE. CLOTHING. SEE NO BRAND. TRANSMITTING IMAGE. + View image - Hide image Williams: RESIDENTS PRESENT. ATTEMPTING INTERVIEW. [Pause for four minutes.] Williams: ODD INTERACTION. DISTRUSTFUL. TRANSMITTING AUDIO. [BEGIN AUDIO LOG] Williams: Excuse me? Hello? Unidentified woman: How can I help you? Williams: Sorry, I know this will sound crazy, heh. I’m wondering where I am? I took a walk and got a little lost. Woman: A walk? Williams: Yes. Woman: I see. Would you please wait here, sir? Williams: Oh, um. Sure, yes, all right. [Pause for 90 seconds.] Unidentified man: Can we help you? Williams: Hello, yes, I was just telling your colleague that I’ve been taking a walk and got a little lost. Can you tell me where I am? Man (chuckling): You’re in Keystone Flats. I think you know that. Williams: Oh, well yes, but whereabouts specifically? Man: Look, buddy. I can see what you’re doing. It’s a hot day. But you know the rules: no vagrants, no loitering. You can buy something or you can get out. Williams: Please, I’m just trying to figure out where I am so I can get back home. Man: Well let’s just give the police a call, shall we? They can probably help you home just fine. Williams: That won't be necessary. I’ll ask elsewhere. Sorry to trouble you. Man: Yeah. [Sound of a door opening and closing.] [END AUDIO LOG] Williams: PROCEEDING TO NEXT BUSINESS. COFFEE SHOP. Williams: ATTEMPTING ANOTHER INTERVIEW. [Pause for 11 minutes.] Williams: EXTRACTION NEEDED. IMMINENT DANGER. [Command attempts to surface Williams and deactivate the NICE Drive. Drive is powered down, but Williams does not surface. Command orders an HFAC unit readied.] Williams: EXTRACTION NEEDED. [Pause for two minutes. HFAC system malfunctioning; repairs begin.] Williams: PRESUME PROBLEM W EXTRACT. SEEKING SHELTER. [Pause for three minutes.] Williams: SHELTERING BEHIND RETAIL OUTLETS. INTERVIEW DISASTER. TRANSMITTING AUDIO IN CASE UNABLE TO EXTRACT. [BEGIN AUDIO LOG] Williams: Sorry, is this seat taken? Unidentified woman: Well, no, I suppose not. You aren’t a tramp, are you? Williams: No, ma’am. I’m a security officer. Woman: Oh! Well thank you for your work. We’re very glad to have you. Please do sit down. Williams: Thank you. [Pause for 90 seconds.] Woman: A security officer for whom, exactly? Williams: A new business, downtown. The Securities and Compensation Partnership. Insurance, bonds, you know. All that! Woman: Ah, of course! I think I’ve seen your storefront. Williams: I’ll bet. [Pause for 20 seconds.] Williams: Say, ma’am, I’m new to the area. Would you mind if I asked you a bit about it? Woman: Why of course, dear. Isn’t it just lovely here? You’ve made a great choice. Much better off here than wherever you came from, I’m sure. Williams: When did you move to Keystone Flats? Woman: Oh, no more than a year ago. Let’s see here… yes, around October it would have been. Williams: Have you— Woman: Don’t interrupt, dear. Yes, October. And my, what a stroke of luck it was to find a home available! You know how they just fill up so fast. But my husband and I, we’ve always wanted children, you know, lots of them, and there’s just not enough space in the city. Williams: Of course. Woman: And so we just feel so grateful to have ended up here. It’s just such a… safe neighborhood, a safe city. You can’t put a price on that. Williams: No. Woman: And the mayor, Mr. Goddard, why he just runs it so efficiently! Williams: Mr. Godd— Woman: Like when those city workers went on strike a few months back. They nipped that in the bud quick enough, didn’t they? Why, my trash was picked up faster than ever. Williams: Right. Woman: Or that damned interchange! One day it was causing so many accidents, and then next? Fixed right up. It’s truly a marvel. I’ve never been happier. Williams: That does sound nice. Lots of traffic problems where I’m from, I’m afraid. [Pause for five seconds.] Woman: You aren’t from around here, then? Williams: Oh! I mean, yes, of course. Well, not originally, but- Woman: I was wondering how you people had managed to get in. This makes more sense. Williams: Us… people? Woman: You do not belong here. Leave now. Williams: Please, ma’am, I— Multiple voices, in unison: Leave now. Williams: Jesus! [Scrambling sounds.] [Sound of a door opening and closing.] [END AUDIO LOG] Williams: SEARCHING FOR ME. NEED TO MOVE. SUGGEST EMPLOYING HFAC UNIT TO SURFACE. [Pause for 10 minutes.] Williams: LEFT RETAIL AREA, CROSSING A FIELD. DARKER THAN BEFORE. TRANSMITTING IMAGE. + View image - Hide image Williams: POSSIBLE BUILDINGS AHEAD. Williams: NEW SUBURBAN DEVELOPMENT. HOMES MISSHAPEN. INTERCONNECTING WALLS, PIPES ETC. TRANSMITTING IMAGE. + View image - Hide image Williams: ATTEMPTING SHELTER INSIDE HOME. [Pause for two minutes.] Williams: SHELTERING. HOME INTERIOR HEAVILY DISTORTED. Williams: NOISES OUTSIDE. PLEASE EXTRACT. Williams: THEY ARE HERE. PLEASE EXTRACT. Williams: PLEASE EXTRACT. Williams: TRANSMITTING IMAGE. + View image. NOTE: Cognitive Resistance Value of 75+ recommended - Hide image [END LOG] Afterword: The HFAC unit was successfully powered on 30 minutes after Captain Williams’s last transmission. Williams was placed within it, and awoke after 36 hours of antimemetic immersion. Motor functions took six weeks to return, higher cognitive functions 20 weeks. Expected to make a full recovery within six months. Addendum 4: Recovered Materials from City Township Suburban Realtors, LLC After ascertaining the outer boundaries of SCP-6250’s area of intersection, MTF Beta-16 was able to triangulate its center point. This was found to be an abandoned building in the Testimony city center with signage linking it to “City Township Suburban Realtors, LLC.” Branding for such a company has also appeared on multiple advertisements and missives related to housing in Keystone Flats. MTF Beta-16 found the premises deserted upon their arrival, with signs of a hasty evacuation. Desks had been overturned, and a pile of smoldering papers in the center of an upstairs conference room suggested records had recently been burned. Only three documents were recovered: A blueprint for a two-story residential home, containing several elements of non-euclidean geometry (document retained for study by the Department of Mathematics) A business card for one “Jerome Goddard, managing director” (whereabouts unknown; currently designated PoI-6250-001) A promotional flyer, pictured below (click to enlarge): splay: no splay: no More From This Author More From This Author bigslothonmyface's Works SCPs SCP-8430 • SCP-8002 • SCP-6002 • SCP-7002 • SCP-7340 • SCP-6502 • SCP-6622 • Tales/GoI Formats Other bigslothonmyface's author page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6250" by bigslothonmyface, from the SCP Wiki. 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Item#: SCP-6251 Level1 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Location affected by SCP-6251: 842 Thompson Blvd, Buffalo Grove, IL Special Containment Procedures: Custody of SCP-6251 has been transferred to the Foundation, with assistance by the Buffalo Grove Police Department. The area has been closed off using the cover story of a gas leak. Foundation webcrawlers are to analyze police reports and complaints for any sign of SCP-6251 manifestations in other locations. Description: SCP-6251 is a phenomenon affecting a house in the suburban area of Buffalo Grove, Illinois, owned by Lauren Puckett, where he, his wife, and their child reside. The house is unoccupied, as the family is vacationing for the holidays, having left for Paris. Believed to have started soon after their departure, all lights and decorations left on the property were powered on all day long, and a playlist of Christmas songs (251 unique songs have been identified so far) has played continuously since. Neighbors reported this event to the police, with two policemen arriving shortly after. The two agents found the front door locked, all lights off, and no music playing. Entering through a back entrance, they were assaulted by unseen forces that forced their retreat. Following this encounter, two patrols arrived and entered the house, being chased out in a similar manner. At this point, the activity was flagged by Foundation personnel, with two members of MTF Psi-7 (“Home Improvement”) and a member from MTF Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) arriving at the scene to conduct an initial exploration of the building. After cordoning off the area and speaking with local authorities, the group entered the house, with Iota-10 agent C. Columbus acting as overseer. Exploration Log Date: 2020/12/23, 21:56 PM Overseeing Operator: Catherine Columbus, MTF Iota-10 Field Agents: Jared Hughes and David Mazer, MTF Psi-7 Equipment: Standard firearm (S&W M&P45), taser device (X26P), pepper spray (gel), restraining wrap, communications device, anomalous matter detection device (EMF, radiation, hume fluctuation.) (Hughes and Mazer arrive at the house, and attempt to enter through the front door. It’s locked.) Hughes: Locked, yeah. Mazer: We already knew that. So, back door? Hughes: Whatever’s in there knows we’ll come through the back door. Mazer: Right. And they sure won’t see us breaking through a window or the front door. Hughes: Ugh. (Speaking to Overseer) So what’s the plan, ma’am? Columbus: Just go through the back door, boys. We're not breaking anything unless deemed necessary. Hughes: Aight. (Turns to Mazer) You heard her. Mazer: Told you. (The agents walk around the house, spotting the back entrance, and carefully stepping in. They arrive at the house’s kitchen.) Mazer: Alright, we’re in. Do we have a layout? Columbus: We do. Walk out the kitchen and you’ll be in the living room. Got a couple bedrooms, three bathrooms, stairways to an attic space. Might have been repurposed, but it shouldn’t matter much. Focus on the second floor; the policemen before you already checked the first. Mazer: Very well. We’ll be moving onwards then. (The two agents walk through the kitchen when they are suddenly assaulted by pans and pots flying out some cabinets, several hitting each agent before dropping to the floor.) Mazer: Holy- Fuck, that scared me. Cat, you see that shit? Columbus: Yeah, I did. That- (Speaks with the police) That seems to be the ‘moving objects’ reported earlier. Everything fine on your end? Mazer: Yeah, ‘twas just a scare. No injuries on my side. How are you doing hughes? Broke a bone? Hughes: I’m fine, I’m fine. (Kicks pan with his foot) Think we’re dealing with a poltergeist of some kind. Columbus: That appears to be the case. Agents, as a precaution- Hughes: Knives out? Columbus: Correct. Hughes: On it. (Hughes picks up a block with knives and throws it out of the house. Mazer moves and opens a kitchen drawer, confetti glitter being released in a burst from inside, covering the agent.) Mazer: F- (Moves back in shock) … Glitter. Hughes: Having fun over there? Mazer: Shut up. (Knives and other dangerous items are moved out of the house, without any further incident.) Hughes: Alright, area cleared of dangers. Let’s continue. (Hughes steps out the door, being greeted by a bucket of cold water falling over his head. He sighs before removing it. Mazer is heard snickering.) Hughes: Seems like whatever’s here, it’s pulling pranks on us. Nothing dangerous so far. What exactly happened to the police that came before us? Columbus: They, uh- (Speaks with the police) … Oh. A piano was thrown down the stairs as they were on their way up. Well, that’s not fun. Mazer: Ehhh, it is kinda funny. Hughes: Let’s see if you laugh when it drops on you. Mazer: On us, buddy. (The two move around the living room, noticing no unusual activity. Hughes approaches the room’s fireplace, noticing live embers amongst the ashes.) Hughes: Someone put out the fire not long ago. Maybe- (A gust of wind expels the ashes across the room, covering everything in soot.) Mazer: (Coughs) -Come on! The- (Mazer takes a step back, stepping on several small toy cars on the ground, slipping and falling on his back.) Mazer: … I hate this place. Hughes: (Offers Mazer a hand, pulling him back up) Beats any other place I’ve been to. (The two continue towards the stairway, evading a falling christmas tree, two bags of flour and a bedpan thrown at them, eggs falling on their heads, and picture frames exploding into confetti.) (They arrive at the staircase two minutes after, noticing a piano resting on the stairs’ base, having made a dent on the floor. Several of its keys rest on the floor.) Hughes: Aight, we’re… We’re next to the stairs. There is indeed a piano here. (Plays a note) Still works. Mazer: Why are we going upstairs again? Can’t we send a drone? Columbus: The police already tried. Something got thrown at it and it broke. Mazer: Great. Alright, let’s get this over with. (The two agents remain at the base of the stairs for several seconds.) Mazer: You gonna go or what? Hughes: Wait, me? Mazer: Yeah? Hughes: Fuck that. You go first. I stepped through enough shit tonight. Your turn to bite the bullet. Mazer: How about R.P.S.? Columbus: Oh my God, are you boys ten? Go. (Hughes gestures for Mazer to go first. Mazer sighs and complies, before getting pelted by snowballs as he makes his way upstairs.) Hughes: See, it wasn’t so bad. (Hughes follows after, a paint can being thrown his way, covering him in blue paint. Mazer laughs.) Hughes: Fuck. Mazer: I love this place. Columbus: Boys, focus. Mazer: Aye aye, ma’am. (Looks around the second floor area before opening a door to a small bedroom to their right, peeking inside.) Doesn’t seem to be anything here. Just more stuff that will be swung our way any moment now. Columbus: Keep looking. You can return once you’ve cleared the floor. Hughes: Ah, finally. (Smears blue paint off his face and onto a wall.) Mazer: I’ll check this room, and you check over there. Hughes: Sure thing. (Mazer steps into the bedroom, looking up at the top rail to ensure there were no traps awaiting him. As he does so, a bucket with wood glue is thrown from inside the room, followed by a rain of feathers. Several eggs are thrown his way, but he closes the door before they reach him.) Mazer: Glue and feathers, really?! Hughes: Yeah, well, that’s karma for you. (Mazer sighs, before stepping back in, looking around the bedroom. The bed is covered in red paint, but the room is cleared otherwise. As Mazer approaches the bed to check it1, several more eggs are thrown at him, hitting him over the head.) Mazer: Alright, alright, I get the message. (Mazer leaves the room. Hughes laughs at the agent's appearance.) Mazer: Just go do your job. Hughes: Yeah, yeah. (Hughes moves forwards to the room on the left, before the rug under his feet is pulled, sending him down. The room he’s meant to go to opens, several eggs flying his way, covering him in albumen. The door closes soon after.) Mazer: Well, well, w- Hughes: Shut up. (Uses hand to remove the egg off his face and shoulders before getting up, opening the door in front of him.) Alright ghost, just pelt me with crap or whatever. I’m ready for it. (Hughes waits momentarily, but nothing happens. He steps inside the room, a storage space. He quickly notices a single snowglobe in the middle of the room, highlighted by the moonlight entering through a window on the opposite sound.) Hughes: Uh, yeah, that looks ominous. Mazer, get over here. I found something. Mazer: (Yelling from outside the room) I ain’t putting my hand on whatever cursed shit you found! Hughes: So what’s the plan? Columbus: We’re not sensing any sort of activity coming from the item, or the room you’re in. Proceed with caution. Hughes: So I’m grabbing the thing. Aight. (Hughes looks around for any dangerous item, grabbing a plastic scimitar and two dumbbells, moving them out of the room before grabbing the snowglobe.) Hughes: Aight, it’s- It’s just a snowglobe. It has a figure of a child inside and uh, lemme shake it and see- (Hughes shakes the snowglobe, at which point it cracks, a gust of cold wind hitting the agent.) Unknown voice: Out. Mazer: (Peeks inside the room, having finished checking his.) Was that another vo- Unknown voice: Get out. Hughes: Think we should start moving, bud. Mazer: God, what did you do? Hughes: Shut up and start walking. Unknown voice: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! (The snowglobe shatters in Hughes' hands, a blizzard generating from its remains, pushing the two away as snow quickly starts to fill the room. Several items begin flying towards Hughes and Mazer as the lights of the house begin to flicker.) Columbus: Get out of there, agents. Hughes: On it, ma'am! (The two agents quickly make their way downstairs, the piano shooting upwards and onto them) Hughes: Oh f- (Hughes and Mazer jump over the rail to evade it, falling onto a hallway table. Paintings and frames fall from their walls, being thrown at the duo. Snow begins pouring from the second floor’s railing downwards, falling on the agents.) Mazer: The fuck did you do?! Unknown voice: GET OUT! (A mirror is thrown at Mazer, hitting a nearby wall, fragments flying. The agents recoil, but are uninjured.) Hughes: Maybe yell at me once we're outta here? (A dozen faux fruits hit the agents as they argue. Agent Columbus is heard sighing over the comms.) Mazer: Know what? That's fair. (The two retrace the path they'd made before, passing through the living room, evading toy cars on the ground and ball ornaments flying past. The christmas tree is thrown their way, but gets stuck and doess not reach them.) (The two walk into the kitchen as cabinets are flung open and utensils and kitchenware is thrown at them. They are hit multiple times before finally making their way out the house.) Unknown voice: And don't you ever come back! Following the agents' retreat, the house quickly filled up with snow. Personnel attempted entry, finding entrances closed shut, even the ones previously found unlocked. Soon after the house was filled, music began playing again. Update: At midnight on the 25th of December, the same voice heard in the exploration voice announced "Merry Christmas!". The announcement was loud enough to be heard over a 350 meters area. Following the event, the snow subsided and the music stopped. The subsequent exploration revealed that all damage to the house had been reversed. The snowglobe could not be located. Forensic speech analysts from the Illinois State Police (ISP) believe the voice to correspond to that of Kevin Murphy, an 8-years-old kid who died during an attempted burglary on 2019/12/24, with the crime having occurred 4 kilometers from the event. As no perpetrator was ever caught, the ISP is currently investigating Lauren Puckett’s possible involvement in the incident. Site-55 has forwarded a Cheyenne Appeal2 to the Ethics Committee, under the belief that the anomaly has not been appeased, and solving the crime would do so. The appeal is currently under review. Regardless of the outcome, a period of 6 years has been established. If no activity is detected within this period, SCP-6251 will be considered Neutralized. Footnotes 1. The agent originally believed the bed to be covered in blood. 2. Appeal to the Ethics Committee on the use of paranormal tools and techniques in criminal investigation, and the use and admissibility of paranormal evidence in court. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6251" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6251. 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: A Lone Home Author: Rene Schwietzke, slight edit by Maxyfran73 License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons
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I enjoyed writing it and hopefully you get a couple of chuckles out of it. Thanks to IRC for troubleshooting some points on the article and cacbbi hopping into the draft forums to help me out! Lastly, I wanted to share my admiration for the Super Mario Bros. speedrunning community and their tireless efforts in reducing the game to its barest bones. If it's a community that you're familiar with, you may notice several references to it as well! by Barbarous_Bread Item#: 6252 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo An example of a mature SCP-6252. Special Containment Procedures: A 2 km perimeter is to be maintained around Niftski Castle as it is the only known area where natural SCP-6252 proliferation occurs. Regions with elevated levels of Thelxinoe1 spore propagation are to be routinely monitored for presence of SCP-6252. SCP-6252 specimens may only be collected with the expressed permission of the Niftski Castle Site Director. Any person attempting to gather or consume SCP-6252 without permission is to be terminated immediately. No known methods can neutralize a person who has consumed SCP-6252 (such persons are referred to as SCP-6252-A). All current containment efforts are currently focused on threat mitigation and the development of pacification techniques in the event of SCP-6252 ingestion. Individuals assigned to the Support Member Brigade (SMB)2 are to consume at least 20 kg of bananas a month3 in order to maintain elevated blood serum potassium levels, which are to be checked monthly. All on-site staff are to wear Darbian 2C-rated4(or higher) protective goggles at all times. If a person is observed to consume any amount of SCP-6252, then the K-Osmic5 Protocol is to be initiated in order to minimize potential collateral damage. All staff assigned to the Niftski Castle Site are to be trained to operate the K-Osmic Dispenser Klaxon in the event that the automated SCP-6252-A detection system fails. The first instance of human SCP-6252 consumption took place 13 September 19856. An incident report of this event is provided below. For access to full reports on each SCP-6252-A occurrence and up-to-date findings from the Niftski Castle Research Team, please contact the site's communications director Lewis E. Giovanni. SCP-6252 spore print used to produce concentrate and to propagate additional specimens. K-Osmic Protocol and Dispenser Klaxon System This procedure consists of all known methods of minimizing damage and loss of life in the event of a person consuming SCP-6252. Dispersion arrays are installed throughout Niftski Castle and the surrounding 2 km exclusion zone7. Each array is designed to draw in SCP-6252-A and to selectively inhibit several physical capabilities until the subject can be subdued following cessation of SCP-6252 effects. Activation of the K-Osmic Dispenser Klaxon will trigger all arrays within 100 m of the activation point in order to control the activity of SCP-6252-A. Any subsequent detection of SCP-6252-A outside of the initial 100 m area will result in activation of additional dispensers. The following items are dispensed by K-Osmic arrays and are listed in their order of dispersal: Dispensed Item Effect on SCP-6252-A 25 cm golden disks8 Attention manipulation – SCP-6252-A have a compulsion to collect round, golden objects. Potassium Vapor Mobility limitation – Adheres to skin and pulmonary tissue in order to increase potassium levels resulting in decreased muscle contractility and strength. Ommastrephidae9 dye Decreased visual acuity – Specially formulated compound that bonds to ocular membranes and reduces visual capacity. Guided Chelonoidis carbonarius10 shell Daze - Capable of stunning for several seconds following direct contact. Niftski Castle shown after restoration efforts were completed in 1988. Description: SCP-6252 refers to a species of mushrooms that grows exclusively in the area surrounding Niftski Castle located near Mount Tsurugi in Tokushima Prefecture, Japan. Persons who consume SCP-6252 are referred to as SCP-6252-A. The active phase following ingestion of these mushrooms tends to last for 4m54s. SCP-6252 and its byproducts have the following effects following human consumption: Increased strength and speed exceeding any previously observed non-anomalous human capability. Resistance to physical damage including harm from small arms fire and explosives. Growth of 15-20% in both height and overall mass. Bioluminescence resulting in a rapidly modulating color display which may blind people without adequate PPE. Direct contact with other human beings results in instantaneous combustion and they are immediately rendered into ash. [Of note, all of their clothing and belongings remain intact following this process.] The SCP-6252 research team is currently developing compounds based on the mushroom's extract for such uses as boosting mission performance of MTFs, increasing efficacy of various medical treatments, and testing with other anomalies. As well, it is being us SCP-6252 samples are available for use during testing following submission of a research proposal as well as authorization from the overseeing Site Director. INCIDENT REPORT SUBMISSION BY: JR. RESEARCHER ALICE NOLMY The biennial FAnoCom11 Symposium was held at the newly established Niftski Castle Site on 13-SEP-1985. In attendance were 56 Foundation mycologists and junior research assistants. Attendees presented their research on 12 Novel Ecology Submissions (NES), one of which was a report by Dr. Bowman Serafini who discovered what would later be classified as SCP-6252 — at the time he referred to this as his namesake "BowSer Cap." His presentation focused on the process of using spore prints to propagate anomalous fungi and to synthesize concentrated extract as well as the effects of SCP-6252 shown in animal studies. Presentation topics included newly discovered or synthesized mycological substances, each of which may be potentially beneficial for the Foundation either as a research aid or for use in direct applications. Of note, Dr. Jay Scarbo’s NES was noticeably disjointed and incongruent with his personality and previous presentation style12. Following the presentations, a peer review process began in order to aggregate the research presentations into a report for submission to the Foundation Director of Mycology, Dr. S. Miyamoto. All members of the review board elected to deny inclusion of Dr. Scarbo’s research in the final report stating: Dr. Scarbo's conducted a series of poorly managed studies which are not fit for inclusion in this report nor do they embody the research standards of the Foundation. Dr. Scarbo’s failure to utilize sufficient precautions resulted in the disfigurement of dozens of Foundation staff. These deformities include: enlarged mandibles, over growth of the lower canine teeth, ocular enlargement, darkening of skin tone, and necrosis of the upper extremities leading to auto-amputation. A notice was submitted to Dr. Scarbo's Site Director, Dr. Elvin Gadd, requesting that he undergo a psychological evaluation prior to allowing him continued use of his research privileges. At approximately 19:30 local time, Dr. Scarbo entered into the laboratory of Dr. Serafini where he was able to locate samples of SCP-6252 extract and ingest a large quantity of the concentrated substance. He then proceeded to break through several walls and enter into the Niftski Castle Conference Hall resulting in collapse of portions of the castle's infrastructure. Ultimately, security forces were unable to have any meaningful effect on Dr. Scarbo’s at this time. Pin previously awarded by FAnoCom to recipients of its Award in Mycological Exploration. After entering the Conference Hall, he proceeded to kill the 85 staff within. All causes of death were determined to be due to instantaneous disintegration upon physical contact with Dr. Scarbo. Subsequently Dr. Scarbo began to fervently search for all seven Award in Mycological Exploration (A.M.E.) pins that were present among the ashen piles. He then proceeded further into the castle toward the dormitories. He entered into my personal room knocking over several pieces of furniture and demanded that I provide him with additional SCP-6252 concentrate. I informed him that the print's essence was in a different part of the castle. Dr. Scarbo continued to approach me, but he misstepped and slipped on a banana peel that had fallen from my trash can causing him to spiral in place and collapse to the ground. The effects of SCP-6252 then subsided and he was apprehended by site security. When asked why he assaulted the FAnoCom conference and what his goal was he stated: "It's A.M.E." Footnotes 1. An aerosolized byproduct of SCP-6252 growth. However, this is also known to correlate to the development of various mycological anomalies. 2. Staff members who maintain site security systems and respond to K-Osmic alarms. 3. If unable to do so due to food allergy, please refer to the SMB Dietary Guide for acceptable alternatives. 4. The Darbian scale is used to measure effectiveness against a specific subset of anomalous visual injuries related to modulating color fields. 5. A contraction of Potassium (K) and Osmolarity referring to the highly concentrated potassium vapor used during this process. 6. This lead to the deaths of 82 Foundation staff members and the destruction of a significant portion of the Niftski Castle gatehouse. 7. Each array is to be evaluated quarterly by SMB staff in order to ensure proper functionality. 8. 3D-printed using golden filament per design specifications located in the facility archive. 9. Lesser flying squid. 10. Red-footed tortoise. 11. Fungal Anomaly Community 12. An effect later identified to be due to exposure to the Fungus Regnum variant of SCP-████.
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Item #: SCP-6253 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6253 is under constant updates and development from the Church of Maxwellism Sysadmins1 in conjunction with MTF-Kappa-10 ("Skynet") for continuing updates and support. Description: SCP-6253 is the collective designation for several pieces of software, firmware, and drivers that, when installed on cybernetic implants meant for human BMI (Brain Machine Interface) provides support and defense against threats both mundane and anomalous.2 A full changelog of these threats and how SCP-6253 has been updated are available upon request. SCP-6253 was created by the Church of Maxwellism (GOI-004-C) to provide security for their own cybernetics and reached out to the Foundation for support in mass distribution beyond their own group. MTF-Kappa-10 has confirmed that SCP-6253 contains no malware or spyware. The only information that gets sent from brains implemented with SCP-6253 is detailed bug reports that are generated when an error occurs. SCP-6253 is considered anomalous for two main reasons: SCP-6253 is a creation of a known GOI, and therefore has anomalous origins. SCP-6253 is used to protect against anomalous hazards.3 Addendum 6253-1: Initial Proposal <BEGIN LOG - CONCEALED BODY CAMERA FOOTAGE - AGENT SANTIAGO MCCAWLEY> Foreword: A member of the Church of Maxwellism, Ines Bernard, asked for a personal meeting with a Foundation representative to propose a mutually beneficial agreement. They did not want to relay this information over the phone, and were granted a meeting at a public café. <The camera opens in the café. The camera is seen pointing towards a woman of light complexion wearing a pink hijab and dark tinted sunglasses. She is sitting in a chair. > Ines Bernard: Are you in Rajesh's D&D group? Agent McCawley: No, Rajesh is my brother.4 Ines Bernard: Nice to meet you. I'm Ines. <She stands, and they shake hands before sitting back down> Agent McCawley: I'm Santiago, thanks. I understand you have a proposal for us? Ines Bernard: Of course. Are you familiar with DeBeers Biotech? Agent McCawley: You mean Neven DeBeers's company? The one trying to interface with people's brains through technology? Ines Bernard: I am. I propose- Barista: <shouting from a distance> I have a chocolate espresso for Marie? Ines Bernard: That would be me, one moment. Agent McCawley: Of course. Go on ahead. Ines Bernard: May I get you anything? Agent McCawley: I already ordered, thanks. <Several seconds pass while Ms. Bernard gathers her drink.> Ines Bernard: Okay, back to business. I propose that the Maxwellists, under a team that I lead, provide software to be implanted into the chips themselves to prevent third-party or even second party data gathering by opponents both anomalous and mundane. With the advent of this technology, legislation to protect this will be slow, and may come too late. Therefore, it would be in the Foundation's interest to distribute the software on our behalf. Naturally, you would be able to peer-review the code and data for analysis. The only thing that would be sent by the software to us are bug reports. Agent McCawley: A few questions- First, I understand what you mean by third-party but whom are you referring to when it comes to second-party? Ines Bernard: I am referring to DBB and their owner Neven DeBeers. Data on our minds is our own to only be shared between those the individual desires. Not to be a data point for someone else's profit. This is heresy to us. Agent McCawley: Next question, why would the Foundation involve itself with a private business not affiliated with the anomalous? Ines Bernard: Two reasons. First, the Foundation has a great deal of injured or otherwise maimed employees with cybernetic implants and prosthetics. If the Foundation were to be compromised due to the insecurity of these devices in the future, it would be bad for those employees. Additionally, there are several anomalous infohazards and cyberhazards that this software would protect against. It is already standard issue with many within my church, the issue would be integrating it with the DBB hardware specifically. Agent McCawley: So you want the Foundation to acquire some of this hardware for you, you make the tweaks needed to the software, and we would distribute it from there? What assurances, sans the code oversight, can you provide that the Maxwellists will not abuse this? Ines Bernard: While I understand why you ask the question, it is a bit loaded. First, the advent of brain-to-computer hardware is already spreading the glory of WAN. However, as the technology spreads, there will more and more people who wish to abuse it. That is against WAN, and against us. As for assurances, the code oversight is a given, but I've no other alternatives to provide. Suggestions are negotiable. Agent McCawley: May I ask a hard question? Ines Bernard: You may. Agent McCawley: You say that this is the same software that Maxwellists use to regulate signals and data into their brain. What is the worst that has happened or could potentially happen to someone with this software in their heads? Ines Bernard: Brain-death. Symptoms similar to alzheimers or dementia as users find themselves unable to retain information or process too much information for too long. We have found the source for each of these errors and they have not happened again. That gives me an idea for an assurance we can provide though. Agent McCawley: I'm listening. Ines Bernard: As the software develops and continues, the Church of Maxwellism will be the first to receive the upgrade. Following that, any errors that need to be ironed out will be tested on within our group, and only sent out for mass use after a period of testing time. The amount of time can be determined later. Agent McCawley: One more question, why wouldn't the Foundation just develop this software ourselves? We already do so for our own employees and other assets with prosthetics and cybernetics. Ines Bernard: Because we're better. What your software developers do for their job… <She lowers her sunglasses to reveal her cybernetic eyes, fitted with irises resembling yellow camera apertures> Ines Bernard: …we do for our lives. <She raises her glasses, concealing her eyes> Ines Bernard: If it's developed by anyone else, it is a classic case of the designer not being a user. Agent McCawley: Blunt, but point taken. How would you know that the Foundation wouldn't abuse this either? Ines Bernard: In all our encounters with you, as well as those with the tickers and the Broken Church, you've been somewhat foolish and cold, but have never strayed away from your declared intentions to protect the world as a whole. Agent McCawley: So in other words, we're predictable? Ines Bernard: I hope no offense is taken, but after the incident with the Tachyon Express,5 I'm hoping that the Foundation knows that technology must be regulated hard before it comes into commercial use. The regulation and safety must precede the technology, not the other way around. Agent McCawley: That's… an interesting comparison you'd make. Ines Bernard: Why do you say that? Agent McCawley: I just know some of the folks that were involved with that. <Miss Bernard looks down towards Agent McCawley's chest.> Ines Bernard: Your heart rate just spiked and your pupils dilated. Are you okay? Did I say something wrong? Agent McCawley: I assure you that you have said nothing wrong, and that I am fine. I will take your proposal to my superiors and we will go from there. Barista: <shouting from a distance> Americano with oat milk for Albert? Agent McCawley: That's for me. Here's my card, please text me later through this secure line for further updates. <END LOG> Proposal: Project INDIE-MIND, a joint initiative between the Foundation and Church of Maxwellism to covertly develop and distribute an anomalous software package to protect civilian and Foundation cyborgs against hazards both anomalous and mundane that would affect them specifically. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-03 O5-11 O5-02 O5-10 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS PROJECT INDIE-MIND APPROVED DATE: 30/8/2024 FROM: Dr. Tracy Farrows <noitadnuof.pcs|sworraft#noitadnuof.pcs|sworraft> TO: O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o> SUBJECT: Codebase review-SCP 6253 Hello, Upon review of the codebase developed by the Maxwellists, our conclusion is that minor changes need to be made with respect to structure and documentation to make verification easier. I recognize a lot of the Maxwellists are self-taught but there's a lot of inconsistent naming schemes of variables that frustrates me. It's more of a standards issue than anything else. Apart from that, my team and I agree that this is free of any malware or data loggers. Only exception to this a bug report system which… kind of looks like it's being submitted as a prayer? Either way, once you get past the surface issues, there's a lot of good code and good ideas here that pass our unit tests with flying colors. Approved for release on commercial and Foundation BMI devices. Regards, Dr. Tracy Farrows Head of Medical Technology | Foundation Medical DATE: 6/9/2024 FROM: Cap. Seth Perrier <noitadnuof.pcs|reirreps#noitadnuof.pcs|reirreps> TO: Ines Bernard <naw.msillewxam|seni.dranreb#naw.msillewxam|seni.dranreb> SUBJECT: Bug Reports Hello Ms. Bernard, Attached are the bug reports for this week. Here's the amended version of what the errors seem to entail. Tracked Commercial BMI Devices Unique Commercial devices reporting errors Tracked Foundation Devices Tracked Foundation Devices reporting errors. Total unique devices Total unique devices reporting errors 22,852 89 127 22 22,979 111 Error categories that were reported. Total errors Error Code Error code Definition 41 22 Limbs Not Found6 39 144 Unable to contact nerve 447 25 222 Neural Garbage Collector Error8 4 900 Unknown process detected 2 1 Unable to ping/connect to nervous system on start up I took the liberty of following up on the two instances of error code 1 and both of them were patients who were just coming to after their respective BMI surgeries. The bug reports are the equivalent of plugging in a USB drive, only to realize it was upside down. Both patients are well now. Not sure about the unknown processes, I think it's software implemented by the manufacturer that's still running? I can't be sure. Regards, Captain Seth Perrier Head of BMI Software Development | MTF-Kappa-10 "Skynet" DATE: 7/9/2024 FROM: Ines Bernard <naw.msillewxam|seni.dranreb#naw.msillewxam|seni.dranreb> TO: Cap. Seth Perrier <noitadnuof.pcs|reirreps#noitadnuof.pcs|reirreps> SUBJECT: Re: Bug Reports Captain Perrier, I agree with your assessment. It's threads running from DBB that are trying to figure out what's not sending signals out. It's all debugging code. We're on top of it. Will update the repository later today. As for the nerve 44 issue, I think that's because so many prosthetics are in the head that they replace or remove the nerve endings in the scalp. It's like having a 'change oil' light on in an electric car. I'll need to update the processes that check for hardware in that region. Ines Bernard Lead@WAN's Holy Sysadmins "Data Integrity is Life Integrity" Addendum 6253-2: Changelog SCP-6253 Patch Notes. September 13, 2024 Version 1.01 Added the ability for BMI to send spoof messages when the DBB debugging code is running to make them believe the issue is server side. This is a temporary fix while the Foundation plants more assets into DBB's hierarchy to gain more control over administrative decisions. Added ability for BMI to better check which parts of the patient's body are installed, which will result in less false errors about connecting to certain nerves that are no longer present. Fixed Neural Garbage Collector not removing suicidal thoughts. This was caused by patients who were having trouble adapting to the various traumas that granted them their prosthetics. Normally, their brains would be removing them on their own, but the NGC flagged it as a harmful thread that needed to be removed. Which would lead to users trying to keep thinking about harming themselves to complete their previous thoughts, which would lead to the NGC flagging it again. As much as it sucks to have to allow this, we have to allow natural brain processes to remain uninterrupted. Even if it may hurt them, it's their thoughts to have. Fixed an issue where the smell of lavender while listening to "Yellow Submarine" by the Beatles would cause users to lose connection to cybernetic limbs. Roadmap: As we move forward with this project, we will focus on a few main things. 1. Maintaining operational security and secrecy from those who would wish to infiltrate the hardware, in particular DBB and other commercial BMI developers. 2. Protecting individual and free thought, without outside influence. 3. Protecting users from anomalous influence, specifically influence that would take advantage of their BMI interfaces. Status: Approved. by Foundation Medical and MTF-Kappa-10 Skynet. SCP-6253 Patch Notes. September 20, 2024 Version 1.02 Fixed an issue where certain prosthetic eyes would attempt to look farther in one direction outside of their peripheral view than what was possible, then not coming back to true center once relaxed. This issue was hardware specific. Added to the functionality with which users will repel visual cognitohazards. See developer comments. Fixed bug where smelling lavender and sneezing caused loss of connection to cybernetic limbs. This appears to have been an edge case where certain sensory stimuli act as naturally occurring cognitohazards for users. We will stay on top of these as much as possible. Developer Comments: We encountered our first anomalous hazard in the wild when a Foundation employee viewed an anomalous image which had their organic sensory organs perceive another dimension/reality. The firmware detected that an outside process was operating and restarted as intended and the issue was resolved. Using the data from that incident, we have developed a system that will log the stimuli, reboot the user's occipital lobe,9 then censor the hazard in the user's vision preventing further errors, in addition to removing the image from the user's recallable memory. Beta versions of similar software for auditory, ulfactory, tactile, and other senses are in development. Status: Approved. by Foundation Medical and MTF-Kappa-10 Skynet. SCP-6253 Patch Notes. September 27, 2024 Version 1.03 Fixed an issue where users wearing high-heels would not properly convey the difference in height to the cerebellum resulting in balance issues. Fixed an issue where the on-demand sleep function10 would interfere with the Neural Garbage Collectors operations. Updated the software that determined whether or not an anomalous affect was voluntarily induced or not. Made improvements to firmware preventing outside parties from discovering the software. Fixed an issue where scratching an itch while smelling lavender caused loss of connection to cybernetic limbs. Developer Comments: For reasons yet unknown, Lavender seems to be a naturally occurring cognitohazard when used in conjunction with certain bodily actions. This may have been showing up in cyborgs before the project INDIE-MIND but we never had enough data to pin down the source. We are working with the Foundation to determine a long-term solution while we patch specific issues in the short term. Op-sec operations with preventing visibility from DBB remain secure but they continue to press on. We're on top of them and changes made to firmware regarding these changes should not taken to mean that DBB is getting closer to discovering the operation. They aren't. Status: Approved. by Foundation Medical and MTF-Kappa-10 Skynet. SCP-6253 Patch Notes. October 4, 2024 Version 1.04 Added to functionality that will repel against auditory cognitohazards. See developer comments. Added a feature that removes some harmful memories of nightmares and dreams upon waking up. This mimics the brain's natural defense against dream based cognitohazards by forgetting the dream upon waking up. This will decrease the amount of anomalous/unknown processes going forward by an estimated 34%. Fixed an issue where smelling lavender and having suicidal thoughts caused loss of connection to cybernetic limbs. Developer Comments: We are especially proud of the security features we've built and deployed today. The Auditory defense system will detect the auditory behavior in real time and cancel it out similar to noise-cancelling headphones. Getting the system to recognize the hazard in real-time, and cancel it out in a timeframe before any anomalous effects can take hold was difficult but worth it. This has been in the proverbial oven for some time. In a similar manner, the NGC's ability to remove memories was extremely limited for the sake of memory autonomy. However, this got in the way of the brain's natural amnestic process of forgetting nightmares or other bad dreams that may contain dangerous oneirohazards.11 We've found a way to have both organic and synthetic components work together on this. As both of these systems are new, we are keeping a close eye on them and will make fixes as needed. Status: Approved. by Foundation Medical and MTF-Kappa-10 Skynet. Addendum 6253-3: G.O.C. Involvement On October 6th, 2024, the following email was delivered to the Foundation Department of Public Outreach from the G.O.C. Relations Office.12 DATE: 6/10/2024 FROM: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> TO: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> SUBJECT: Urgent Inquiry regarding DeBeers Biotech. ATTACHED: scpmalware-logs.zip Hello Ms. Long, I am glad to finally have the chance to work with you. My predecessor, Victor Eckelberg, spoke highly of you. To business then. I am here because we have entered into a relationship with DeBeers Biotech. They have contracts with the GOC to provide cybernetic prosthetics and enhancements to members of the GOC who need them. You can imagine our surprise when DeBeers Biotech came to us with proof that they had been compromised and attacked from servers and operatives that belong to the SCP Foundation. To be clear, DBB as a business does not know it was the SCP Foundation, but their server logs and other forensic cyberanalysis has shown traces to known Foundation servers. (See attached) Ignoring the fact that you have taken action against a company which we have verified does not have anomalous ties, this can very easily be construed as an attempt to have access to data on our employees' prosthetics. Before we throw around words like 'espionage' and 'abeyance of relations', I will give you an opportunity to explain yourselves. At this time we are demanding the following: 1. A total suspension of the aforementioned activities that have brought us here. 2. Access to all documentation concerning those aforementioned activities. 3. Names and records of all personnel involved. Failure to perform the above steps will result in retaliatory action against Foundation assets and subsidiary companies. Regards, Michael Abinaldi G.O.C. Director of Relations. DATE: 6/10/2024 FROM: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> TO: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> SUBJECT: Re: Urgent Inquiry regarding DeBeers Biotech. Hello Mr. Abinaldi, I am glad to finally able to work with you. I had hoped our first meeting would under better circumstances, but here we are. Admittedly, you have caught me off-guard as at this time, I have no idea what you are talking about. I will take some time to review the evidence provided and investigate on my end. I hope we can get this matter settled soon. I will respond back to you before end of business today. These are very serious allegations and I want to assure you that I am taking them seriously. Sincerely, Catherine Long Head of Public Outreach SCP Foundation <BEGIN LOG- PHONE TRANSCRIPT- Department of Public Outreach - Catherine Long direct line calling MTF Kappa-10 Cpt. Seth Perrier> Catherine Long: Hi, this is Catherine Long for Captain Seth Perrier. Cpt. Seth Perrier: Speaking. Catherine Long: Who the ████ authorized an op against the GOC? <END OF RELEVANT LOG> Afterword: Due to the large amount of insults, shouting, and profanities, the remainder of the phone call has been omitted from the formal record. Ms. Long was briefed on Project INDIE-MIND and SCP-6253. DATE: 6/10/2024 FROM: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> TO: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> SUBJECT: Re:Re: Urgent Inquiry regarding DeBeers Biotech. ATTACHED: Amended_6253_documentation.zip Mr. Abinaldi, To address your demands point by point. 1. A total suspension of the aforementioned activities that have brought us here. Agreed, all activities concerning the project have been halted. Your partners at DBB will be able to confirm as much. 2. Access to all documentation concerning those aforementioned activities. See attached for what I have been permitted to share with you. The short version is that the Foundation saw that our own employees with cybernetic implants were vulnerable to certain hazards that would affect them specifically. After developing software for them, we saw that commercial BMI technology was likely going to expose users to the anomalous potentially causing an issue with the veil, as well as cause potential harm to a portion of the population. Project INDIE-MIND was meant to intervene on their behalf, not knowing of DBB's connection with the GOC. Had we known, we would have come to you initially in a joint venture. 3. Names and records of all personnel involved. For the safety of the personnel involved, we will not be revealing that at this time. I recognize that these alone may not put this behind us. What sort of concessions are your superiors looking for? Sincerely, Catherine Long Head of Public Outreach SCP Foundation DATE: 6/10/2024 FROM: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> TO: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> SUBJECT: Re:Re:Re: Urgent Inquiry regarding DeBeers Biotech. Hello Ms. Long, My response to the individual points are as follows: Agreed, all activities concerning the project have been halted. Your partners at DBB will be able to confirm as much.. We have confirmed as much. Thank you. See attached for what I have been permitted to share with you. The short version is that the Foundation saw that our own employees with cybernetic implants were vulnerable to certain hazards that would affect them specifically. After developing software for them, we saw that commercial BMI technology was likely going to expose users to the anomalous potentially causing an issue with the veil, as well as cause potential harm to a portion of the population. Project INDIE-MIND was meant to intervene on their behalf, not knowing of DBB's connection with the GOC. Had we known, we would have come to you initially in a joint venture. There's a few holes to be poked in your story here. One being that the software in question seems to prevent non-anomalous issues as well as anomalous ones. This doesn't fall in with the Foundation's usual MO of focusing just on the anomalous. Furthermore, any potential issues with the veil or public safety would be well within either of our respective entities ability to police, so that point doesn't make sense. For the safety of the personnel involved, we will not be revealing that at this time. I suppose this is fair enough. It isn't relevant. My superiors are not looking for concessions, they are however looking for blood and to one-up the Foundation. To give some context, the owner and C.E.O. of DBB, Neven DeBeers, has multiple contracts with the UN and GOC across his various companies. These contracts are vital to continued operations. He is, quite understandably, upset about this breach of security and is calling on the GOC to defend their mutual interest. Make no mistake Ms. Long, we will protect our mutual interest. I will report to my superiors and go from there. Regards, Michael Abinaldi G.O.C. Director of Relations. Members of the Church of Maxwellism associated with SCP-6253 were advised to lockdown until Foundation staff could guarantee their safety. Cpt. Seth Perrier called Ines Bernard to relay the message to her.13 Cpt. Perrier reported she was distressed. Worried, Cpt. Perrier requested a wellness check. Agent McCawley was dispatched as he was the only person Ms. Bernard has met from the Foundation personally. <BEGIN LOG - CONCEALED BODY CAMERA FOOTAGE - AGENT SANTIAGO MCCAWLEY> <Agent McCawley approaches the residence of Ms. Bernard. The house is small, and the lawn is overgrown. Agent McCawley knocks on the door, holding a coffee beverage in his hand.> Ines Bernard: Who is it? Agent McCawley: It's Santiago, with the Foundation. I'm just here to check up on you. Ines Bernard: Why? Agent McCawley: Captain Perrier was worried on the phone when you and he spoke. Ines Bernard: How do I know it's you? Are you in Rajesh's D&D group? Agent McCawley: I'm sorry what? Oh! Wait No! Rajesh is my brother. Ines Bernard: Are you armed? Agent McCawley: I am. I can leave it in my car if you want. Ines Bernard: There's a metal milk box to the left of the door on your side. Leave it there. I'll be able to assure it's there. <Agent McCawley pauses for a few seconds reaching to remove his service pistol, unloading and clearing the chamber before putting it in the crate.> Agent McCawley: Your house, your rules. <Just as Agent McCawley's hands are clear of the box, the metal crate closes shut. The door opens showing Ms. Bernard.> Ines Bernard: It's magnetically sealed, you'll get it back once you leave. Agent McCawley: You get visitors with guns often? Ines Bernard: I get visitors with smartphones and I don't know what their phones will scan for sometimes. Agent McCawley: Should I put my phone in there too? Ines Bernard: No, Foundation security is adequate enough. You can keep your phone and your concealed camera. Agent McCawley: Ah… you know about that. Well, what about this chocolate espresso? Ines Bernard: Bit overboard for a wellness check don't you think? Agent McCawley: Do you want the drink or not? <Ms. Bernard takes the drink, sniffs at the drink and pauses for a few seconds before her eyes blink rapidly.> Agent McCawley: You won't detect anything other than chocolate and coffee. I assure you. Ines Bernard: A Foundation employee comes to my door after an international crisis, has been perfectly compliant with my requests and offers me coffee? You wouldn't be a little unnerved? Agent McCawley: I suppose you have a point, but if you're looking for a more practical reason, the Foundation wants to look out for its asset and business partner. May I come in? <Ms. Bernard looks up and down Agent McCawley's person with her pupils dilating and contracting.> Ines Bernard: You're clear. <Ms. Bernard takes a long sip of the beverage, waving Agent McCawley in with her free hand. They progress to a set of furniture> Ines Bernard: Have a seat, can I get you anything? Agent McCawley: <sits down> No thanks. I'm here because when you spoke with Captain Perrier, you mentioned trying to find another partner? Ines Bernard: I was angry. I didn't think through the statement. Agent McCawley: Do you still feel like you want to find another partner for INDIE-MIND? Ines Bernard: No. There's realistically no other partner to turn to. I want to preserve the project but… well, what's the latest you have heard? Agent McCawley: GOC got the UN-joined countries to increase taxes on the Foundation's front companies. It's temporary but it will cost the Foundation a lot of money and cause a lot of layoffs. It's actually pretty smart for the GOC's part. It's non-violent, earns them a profit, shows their business partners they can enforce and protect their interests, and we can't retaliate otherwise they respond back and… well no one would win when that happens. Right now, INDIE-MIND can still function making code for the Foundation, and the Maxwellists, but the general population is a no-go. Ines Bernard: Is that it? Agent McCawley: What would you have us do? Ines Bernard: Blackmail Neven DeBeers into allowing for the project to continue! Agent McCawley: Even if you could get the population to care about another stupid billionaire being stupid story, trying to threaten him would only involve the GOC further. Ines Bernard: You can't use a memetic or cognitohazard on him? Agent McCawley: Assuming he wasn't inoculated against that sort of thing before, he definitely would be now. That's what the GOC does with their business partners. Ines Bernard: So you can do nothing? Agent McCawley: I didn't say that. <Ms. Bernard raises her eyebrows.> Ines Bernard: So you have something in the works then. Agent McCawley: For OPSEC reasons, it's better I don't tell you. I recognize it's a lot to ask for a shady Foundation agent who shows up at your house, but please trust me. Or if you don't trust me, trust that the Foundation is a powerful entity. We're not pushovers. Ines Bernard: You lose your fair share of battles. What makes you certain you'll win this one? Agent McCawley: Because we have something that the GOC and DeBeers don't. Ines Bernard: And that is? Agent McCawley: Your software. <END LOG> Addendum 6253-4: DBB showcase and Fallout One month after the events of SCP-6253's discovery by the GOC, DeBeers Biotech announced its plans to become public on the New York Stock Exchange. To increase public opinion, a public showcase of DeBeers Biotech's line of prosthetics and BMI software was orchestrated. <BEGIN LOG - DEBEERS BIOTECH PUBLIC SHOWCASE - 7/1/2024-1100 HOURS.> <The keynote address begins with an introductional video. In the video, several persons are depicted. A pre-pubescent child with autism. A amputee soldier wounded in combat. A paramedic who after the September 11 attacks on the World Trade Center suffers from cranial damage resulting in impaired cognition and function. As the video progresses, we are shown a glimpse of the 'onboarding' process for these individuals to gain BMI implements. The child is shown where the chip would go in his brain via an MRI. The soldier is having their measurements taken of their shoulder by doctors in lab coats. The paramedic is being operated on in a craniotomy medical theater while surgeons add BMI hardware to their person. They are all shown to be engaging and active with their respective families throwing an American football. The video closes on all three facing the camera holding up a large sign that says: "Thank you DBB!". The video closes and we see the auditorium where the event is held. From stage left, four cyborgs of varying gender and ethnicity are carrying a palanquin. The cyborgs are all clad in shorts, sleeveless shirts, or sports bras.14 Once they reach center stage, they all squat down and rest the palanquin on the ground. The cover for the passenger compartments is opened revealing DeBeers Biotech's owner and CEO Neven DeBeers inside. He steps out, shaking the hands of all the cyborgs before they take the palanquin off stage right.> Neven DeBeers: Give me one second, folks, I have to rate my Uber. <He pulls out a phone from his suit pocket.> Four stars. Was good, but I prefer a Circuit.15 <pauses for laughter> Thank you all for coming here and for being a part of this extraordinary technology. A few short years ago, prosthetics were about replacing what had been lost with wooden stumps to make sure that you didn't fall over when you limped. Over time, these became realistic albeit static-looking limbs that wouldn't move where you wanted them to. After that, unfortunately, the world wars caused so many injuries and dismemberments that we had a lot of prosthetics made and the science advanced farther and farther giving us limbs that would bend but only had a set of predetermined functions, governed by gravity or some other force. We've had to cheat with physics to make these work. Now, DeBeers Biotech is taking the next step forward and actions that your brain takes will now be governed by actions directly asked for by the user. <Cheering starts to build> No more cheating physics! No more peg-legs! No more limbs that won't do want you want them to. These are real limbs, and they are as easy to get as a new prescription of glasses! <Cheering and applauding has reached its apex and the whole of the audience has joined in.> Neven DeBeers: Thank you. I am glad to be joined by several people in attendance who DBB has helped regain full use of their bodies. We're not just here to restore limbs. We're here to restore function to brains that needed help. People who are born and lack the ability to access certain parts of their brain, people who experience loss of brain function following a traumatic injury, we are able to make sections of the brain that lose function replicable with our proprietary hardware that can be installed via neurosurgery. Not only can those function identical to the brain, but you the user can… <DeBeers puts his finger to his earpiece.> I'm being told that someone in the audience needs medical care. Can we please make way in the crowd for medical personnel? Dr. Geppetto, can you assist please?16 <There is silence from the stage for three minutes while medical personnel work to escort the audience member.> This is what happens when I talk for too long. Now, we have whole sections of the- Female Audience Member: <screaming> I can't feel my legs! Neven DeBeers: <continuing>the- brain that-um, sorry can you not scre- Can we please have the paramedics come back, please? It's okay miss, it's going to be all right. <At this point the audience volume is starting to increase. There is screaming, yelling, and loud voices. It gradually starts with a few loud sources before increasing and becoming more frequent.> Neven DeBeers: Everyone, please calm down. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. It's going to be- <Mr. DeBeers's security detail rushes on stage to escort him out. One of the members of his security detail collapses to the ground as their left leg buckles.> Neven DeBeers: Jeff what's happened? Jeff: <audible over DeBeers's microphone.> Get him out of here! Now! <The remainder of the detail rushes DeBeers out of the stage. Jeff pulls up the pant leg to show his cybernetic limb, presumably to attempt to troubleshoot the issue.> Neven DeBeers: Is it only cyb-? <The speech and the stream cut out here. Shortly after the stream shows a graphic displaying the message: "The stream will return shortly!" with the DeBeers Biotech logo in the background.> <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG - PHONE TRANSCRIPT - Department of Public Outreach - Catherine Long direct line calling GOC Relations Office - 7/2/2024-0905 HOURS> Catherine Long: Mr. Abinaldi, good morning. Michael Abinaldi: Ms. Long, is this about what I think it is? Catherine Long: Your business partner dropped the ball last night. The Foundation would like to pick it back up. Michael Abinaldi: I'm listening. Catherine Long: You know as well I do that there is no conventional reason for last night's debacle at the DBB showcase. All the victims were augmented persons and patients with DBB. Furthermore, if their records do not show any external connection interfacing with their brains, then the only cause must be internal. Michael Abinaldi: How do you intend to help? Catherine Long: Remember Project Indie-Mind? We want to offer that software to the GOC, and release it to the general population to protect them from hazards. We're going to reintroduce it through a new company. One I think the GOC would love to do business with. Michael Abinaldi: I assume there's a catch here. Catherine Long: Have the UN lower its taxes back to what they were previously. Compensate us for damages done. That cost us nearly a billion dollars. Michael Abinaldi: No. If you play your cards right with your new business venture, the contracts you could get will help you make up that money in due time. As for lowering taxes going forward, I'll need to take that up with the higher-ups. Furthermore, we will want to oversee anything that gets put into our people's brains. Catherine Long: Fair enough, on both points. Michael Abinaldi: To be clear, this is what Foundation cyborgs use in the field? Catherine Long: Correct. Michael Abinaldi: And what would this cost us? Catherine Long: The bean counters are still coming up with a cost, right now I'm just gauging interest. One thing I want to note is that this isn't a subscription service. One flat fee per user, including continuous support for the rest of their natural life. Michael Abinaldi: That's awfully generous of you. Catherine Long: There were… ethical concerns if we charged people a monthly fee to use their own bodies. Michael Abinaldi: There's two questions I have to ask that I know will get asked later, How do we know that the Foundation is acting in good faith and didn't sabotage DBB's showcase to make this deal happen? Secondly, why didn't the Foundation just make this software company to begin with? Catherine Long: You said it yourself when this issue originally occurred, DBB had confirmed the software had removed itself. That's our alibi. As for why we didn't do this sooner, at the time, DBB was at the forefront of BMI software. We knew they were going to get the most business so changing their product would help more people than selling our own. You should strike on this while the iron is hot. That way, you have substantial cause to exit the contract with DBB without jeopardizing anything else. Michael Abinaldi: I'll present this later today. Good day Miss Long. Catherine Long: Good day Mr. Abinaldi. <END LOG> INCOMING CALL - CALLER UNKNOWN <BEGIN LOG - PHONE TRANSCRIPT - Private cellular phone of Ines Bernard - calling Catherine Long direct line> Catherine Long: This is Catherine. Ines Bernard: You massacred all those people. Catherine Long: Ms. Bernard, we finally speak. I have a very good explanation. Ines Bernard: You want to explain making people lose their limbs? Their beings? These are limbs they could feel. You're lucky that this didn't affect vital organs! Catherine Long: It was worth it. Ines Bernard: Excuse me? Catherine Long: INDIE-MIND is back on the table for commercial development. DBB is recovering from the very public disaster of a showcase. They are only the top BMI software developer due to lack of competition, but that leaves us open to introduce something new. We want you at the helm. Ines Bernard: Have you ever had your body taken from you? Catherine Long: I can't say that I have. Ines Bernard: You're in shock for a second or two. Your vision blurry from the explosion, your heart pounding blood to unmoving stumps. You're flat on your back trying to get flat on your stomach so you don't choke on your own blood. You think this is the end, or the start of the end if you survive. Your ability to interact with the world stripped. Now instead, imagine you are dragging dead-weight limbs that no matter much you beg, how much you pray, will not serve you? And there's dozens of people around you in the same situation? WAN saved me, but the chances of that happening to the people last night- Catherine Long: -is one hundred percent. WAN saved you, now you can save them. I won't downplay or dismiss your trauma Miss Bernard, but I will ask you to weigh that trauma, and the trauma of those affected last night against the amount of people who will benefit from what you can provide. Secure and safe cybernetics that answer only to their user. No one else. No data logging, no kill switches in individuals, no monthly subscription to use your legs, nothing. Ines Bernard: You didn't have to do this to them. There had to be another way to discredit DeBeers. Catherine Long: People remember tragedies. Right now, we're beginning the process of lobbying the United States House and Senate to make prosthetic data and any data gathered from artificial body parts protected under HIPAA. The massacre makes that process a lot easier. Other countries will likely follow the US's precedent and demand the same from their governments. In short, Miss Bernard, we've won the rights for millions of cyborgs all around the world, and all it cost was one little bloodless tragedy, and a few hundred dollars worth of lavender Febreze. Trust me, in our line of work, this is a bargain. <silence for several seconds> Ines Bernard: <choking up> You're paying for their therapy. Catherine Long: I can make that happen. Ines Bernard: I want total control of the company, and I'm picking my team, and I'm making them available to poor patients that can't afford them. Catherine Long: We'll still verify the code as we have been, you'll need to be comfortable making versions for the military and other needs that may arise. You'll also be giving most of the profits from contracts and commercial sales to the Foundation. Beyond that, I see no reason to deny your terms. If you'd like, we can discuss the specifics at a later time. Ines Bernard: WAN, how did it come to this? Catherine Long: Does that mean you accept? <Ms. Bernard sobs heavily for several seconds.> Ines Bernard: Y-yes. Catherine Long: Congratulations Ms. Bernard, you are now the CEO of Secure Cybernetics and Prosthetics. We'll be in touch. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Maxwellist order responsible for creating and updating SCP-6253, which is used in their cybernetics as well as Foundation cyborgs. 2. For context, BMI refers to all devices and code that allow artificial limbs to receive commands from the brain. 3. As well as mundane, such as DOS attacks. 4. A code-phrase and response to confirm the identity of the other. 5. The events concerning SCP-5392 were well-known within the anomalous community. Ms. Bernard's knowledge of these events is not considered a breach of security. 6. This error is triggered when the brain commands the muscle in a cybernetic limb to contract or release but the command did not respond for whatever reason. This applies only to cybernetic limbs. 7. Individual nerve endings throughout the body are numbered and continually pinged to confirm visibility. Nerve 44 specifically is a group of nerve endings located in the user's scalp. Users without a functioning nerve 44 report issues with being unable to sense when their hair is being pulled, unable to sense itching of the head, etc. 8. Much like the Java Garbage Collector in the Java programming language, the Neural garbage collector checks for code that is no longer in use and removes it from immediate memory. For example, if a user is trying to remember what day an event happened, and they have already recalled correctly the date in question, they should no longer be checking their brain for dates in the past. To that effect, the garbage collector clears out the 'clutter' in the brain. Not to be confused with deleting memories or traits. 9. The portion of the brain that processes visual stimuli. 10. A proprietary function of Debeers Biotech BMI technology that prevents a user from falling asleep until they actively choose to do so. 11. Anomalous hazards that occur in dreams. 12. The diplomatic arm of the G.O.C. and equivalent to our Department of Public Outreach 13. Per crisis procedures, Cpt. Perrier used a burner phone. The audio for this conversation is unavailable. 14. This is meant to draw emphasis on their cybernetic limbs 15. DeBeers's electric car company. 16. A doctor in the employ of DeBeers that specializes in emergent neurosurgery. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6253" by Tao McCawley, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6253. 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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OBJECT By: Ampyrsand Published on 16 Aug 2023 15:45 Item#: [OBJECT] Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: An indeterminate number of [OBJECT] instances are to be held in Special Special Containers in Site-⌘. As for uncontained instances of [OBJECT], I wouldn't worry about it much. After all, Foundation disinformation authorities are to inform the public that the purpose of [OBJECT]s is unclear, despite the fact that they are obviously meant for [INTENDED PURPOSE]. Obviously. At request of the Department of Surrealistics, [OBJECT] has been reclassified to Thaumiel as of last Thursday. Instances are to be used for [INTENDED PURPOSE] by Site-⌘ staff whenever necessary. Above: An instance of [OBJECT] contained at Site-⌘. 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Six hundred and forty-eight thousand (648,000) wireless computer mice spontaneously manifest through an Einstein-Rosen Bridge in Site-⌘'s third-best room. Foundation expenditure on cheese and mouse traps drastically increases to deal with the situation, which Department of Surrealistics personnel universally agree is beneficial and necessary. [OBJECT] achieved [INTENDED PURPOSE]. Resentment: [OBJECT] deployed. Personnel report the creeping feeling that the Stars hate them back. [OBJECT] achieved [INTENDED PURPOSE]. Superheroics: [OBJECT] deployed. Omega-Man the Fantastic teams up with Warlock-Lord Agarnazarth to defend the Surreality from Shivering-Lungs, Pseudomalidramagiuan in the army of Ungodly Ziph, conqueror from the Certainty, may his name remain forever unremembered. [OBJECT] achieved [INTENDED PURPOSE]. Nonexistence: Special Special Special Special: Heed. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. If you encounter an individual in possession of [OBJECT], do not panic. They are a responsible, law-abiding citizen, just as you are. All they want is to use the [OBJECT] for [INTENDED PURPOSE] and continue with their day. The concept of [OBJECT] is stable, and not prone to further semiophysical deterioration. Do not panic. Footnotes 1. Instead, only general descriptions can reliably be applied: "Roman dodecahedron", "dodecahedral artifact", "[OBJECT]", "that thing", etc. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "OBJECT" by Ampyrsand, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6254. 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: Pentagon-dodecaëder in brons, 150 tot 400 NC, vindplaats- Tongeren, Leopoldwal, 1939, collectie Gallo-Romeins Museum Tongeren, 4002.jpg Author: None provided License: Public domain Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pentagon-dodeca%C3%ABder_in_brons,_150_tot_400_NC,_vindplaats-_Tongeren,_Leopoldwal,_1939,_collectie_Gallo-Romeins_Museum_Tongeren,_4002.jpg Images used to make the header image are taken from the following pages on the SCP wiki, contents licensed under CC-BY-SA: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/desk-of-junior-designer-s-yvonne https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/s7-apcs-guide
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SCP-6255
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safe
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Item#: 6255 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All printed or finished physical documents contained within Site-94 are to be coated with a plastic sheet in order to protect them from SCP-6255-1's effects, while the writing of archives and files is solely allowed via terminal. Due to the environment SCP-6255 events happen in, SCP-6255 is currently self-contained. Dr. Abbett's office prior to an SCP-6255 event. Description: SCP-6255 is the designation given to a phenomenon that occurs within the boundaries of Site-94. SCP-6255 is believed to happen at least two times a week, although the estimated amount of weekly SCP-6255 events is currently unknown. SCP-6255's anomalous properties consist in the manifestation of an SCP-6255-1 instance in a random location within Site-94. SCP-6255-1 instances take the form of porcelain coffee cups containing different liquids1 and a pair of legs underneath them. Following the execution of an SCP-6255 event, SCP-6255-1 instances will attempt to reach the closest personnel, incline, and pour their liquids onto their clothes or any object said personnel is carrying2 before displaying a crudely painted message on itself. This message may vary depending on the context of the event. Once an SCP-6255-1 instance has completed its task, it will demanifest as soon as possible. As of the time of writing, 143 SCP-6255 events have been reported via surveillance since its appearance on 07/29/2021. Addendum: The next addendum is a non-comprehensive log including several SCP-6255 events recorded during the month of September, 2021. All recordings were stored in Site-94's surveillance room. + Open Log? - Close Surveillance Log 6255.1: Infirmary Event: During an analysis of Dr. Maya Warren's vitals following her death, an SCP-6255-1 instance spawned in Site-94's sickbay and poured its liquids (Fresh Water) on Dr. Albert White's phone, who was at the moment browsing images and Internet memes. Result: The SCP-6255-1 instance displayed the message "RESPECT FOR THE DEAD." before jumping inside Dr. White's lab coat and demanifesting. Surveillance Log 6255.2: Cafeteria Event: Janitor Savannah Santos entered Site-94's cafeteria and ordered a cold coffee at the café's machine, but before she could grab a plastic cup, an SCP-6255-1 instance manifested, filled itself with hot coffee, and jumped onto Janitor Santos's suit. Result: The SCP-6255-1 instance fell to the floor, and instead of shattering, it displayed the following message before demanifesting: "DISGUSTING". Surveillance Log 6255.3: Workbench Event: Junior Researcher Michaels was using a typewriter to work on the official classification of an anomaly that recently arrived at Site-94. Soon after, an SCP-6255-1 instance manifested in Dr. Michaels's lab coat and jumped onto the workbench, before pouring its liquids over the unfinished document. Result: The SCP-6255-1 displayed the following message before nodding with its body and demanifesting: "PUT A BIT OF ART, JAMES". Researcher Michaels later stated that the file he was working with was excessively colloquial. Discovery: SCP-6255 came to the Foundation's attention on 07/29/2021 soon after an SCP-6255-1 instance manifested in Junior Researcher Joseph Faraday's workbench and poured its liquids3 onto the document Researcher Faraday was working with. Following the SCP-6255 event, the SCP-6255-1 instance spawned a note from within its interior before demanifesting: + Open Log? - Close ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE IF PAPER IS WHITE THEN ART'S WHAT YOU CAN DO ARE WE COOL YET? Junior Researcher Joseph Faraday hasn't been affected by an SCP-6255 event since the anomaly's discovery. Footnotes 1. Usually hot liquids or fluids that create stains. 2. Usually, paper-made archives of contained anomalies, logs, or classified information. 3. Hot coffee.
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SCP-6256
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euclid
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Item#: 6256 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6256 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-██. The walls of the cell are to be padded to prevent the entity from injuring itself. Its vital signs are to be monitored at all times. In addition, a surveillance system with 24-hour monitoring is to be installed. Any personnel entering the cell must be wearing full body protection with no skin exposed. Addendum (January 11, 2011): SCP-6256 is to be allowed to keep non-hazardous objects such as books and magazines inside the cell provided its behavior is good. Addendum (November 18, 2021): If good behavior is sustained, SCP-6256 will occasionally be allowed to take supervised walks around the facility, provided it is wearing full body protection with no skin exposed for the duration of the walk. Description: SCP-6256 is an incorporeal entity capable of entering and assuming control over the bodies of live humans. It lacks the ability to enter the bodies of nonhuman entities. How it came across its first host is unknown, but when the entity feels the need to take control over a new host, it can do so by forcing its current vessel to make physical contact with another human being, during which it can move between the two bodies. When the entity leaves a host's body for a new vessel, it loses control over the body until it reenters. Despite this, it seems that former hosts retain a connection with SCP-6256 even after it exits them. In the event that its current host dies, it automatically returns to its previous living host. Individuals who have been inhabited by the entity in the past are also able to instinctively recognize when another person is under its influence, though they may not be consciously aware of it. SCP-6256 does not always exert control over its current host. It is capable of resigning control to the host, but may also retake control at any time. Subjects typically lose consciousness while under SCP-6256's influence, and when they awaken upon being given back control, they often appear disoriented and cannot remember events that occurred while they were being manipulated. Those affected by SCP-6256 often lose consciousness. When awoken, they appear disoriented and report no memory of events occurring during possession. In rare cases, they may retain consciousness, though the specific circumstances and motivations that prompt these instances are unknown even to the entity itself. SCP-6256 was first discovered by the Foundation on August 26, 2007 in ██████, Pennsylvania, USA. Foundation personnel were deployed to the area when an abnormal number of residents began to report gaps in their memory. Upon interviewing some of the afflicted townspeople, personnel discovered that those suffering memory less would also occasionally experience an inexplicable feeling of dread upon looking at certain people. When personnel were finally able to track down the entity and attempted to take it in for questioning, it killed its current host by slashing its own throat with a pocket knife. After regaining control over its previous host, it escaped the area, and the Foundation, being unaware of the nature of its abilities, lost track of the entity until August 30, 2010. During the time its whereabouts were unknown, SCP-6256 came across a Foundation researcher, Dr. Marino, while she was off-duty and assumed control of her body. It proceeded to lie dormant within her for several months, observing her daily life and her job at the Foundation while she was unaware of its presence. It was not until Dr. Marino was called to interview a person who had been involved in the earlier town case that any anomalous influence was detected on her. When the townsperson reacted to SCP-6256's presence, it took control of Dr. Marino's body and attempted to leave the facility, but was detained by Foundation personnel before it could do so. The other Foundation researchers who had been following the case used the townspeople's testimonies and what they had observed of the entity to determine its abilities, and the entity was secured along with its host. To avoid the loss of a high-ranking personnel member, the Foundation entered negotiations with SCP-6256 in order to find it an alternative host. While the entity was initially uncooperative, after months of deliberation, it eventually relented to the Foundation's requests. It was then transferred to a Class-D personnel known as D-4342. Addendum: The following is a series of video log transcripts relating to SCP-6256. Transcript 1 Date: January 7, 2011 [BEGIN LOG] D-4342 is seated on the bed of SCP-6256's containment cell. He is staring at the floor. It has been three days since he was made the new host of SCP-6256. D-4342: I know you're in there. A moment passes. D-4342 raises his right arm and taps his forehead. D-4342: You can come out. It's not like I can do anything to you. D-4342 lowers his arm and falls silent. He lies down and remains motionless for roughly four hours. It is believed that SCP-6256 was in control during this period. D-4342 then sits back up. D-4342: That was awfully rude. D-4342's expression abruptly changes to one of shock. When he resumes speaking, his speech patterns are noticeably different from before. SCP-6256: You were conscious? D-4342: Why wouldn't I be? You wasted hours of my time just now. SCP-6256: That should not be possible. Out of all the hosts I have taken, none have ever remained conscious while I was exerting control over their bodies. In the event I relinquished control, they would be unaware of anything that happened while I was active. How are you able to remain conscious? D-4342: Wait wait wait, slow down. The Foundation folks didn't actually explain much before handing me over to you. Most of what I know about the situation we're in comes from when I was listening to conversations you had with the scientists. Anyway, you said "hosts"? How many people have you possessed? SCP-6256: If I satisfy your questions, will you answer mine? D-4342: Sure, sure. When I'm done asking I'd be glad to answer any of your questions. Seeing as we're stuck with each other, we might as well get along. [END LOG] Interview 1 Date: January 10, 2011 [BEGIN LOG] The interview is located in a room divided in two by a glass window. Dr. Marino and Dr. Teagan are seated at a table on one side of the room while D-4342 sits in a chair on the opposing side. Dr. Teagan: Okay, I think we're ready to start. Dr. Marino, I'd like to hear you describe what you feel right now looking at D-4342. Dr. Marino: Uneasy. It's difficult to put into words, but there's this vague sense of discomfort I feel while looking at him, even though I know the door on his end of the room is locked and being guarded. Dr. Teagan: I see. So this feeling occurs regardless of whether you know that you're safe? Dr. Marino: Correct. Dr. Teagan: Alright. SCP-6256, I'd like you to take control of D-4342's body. D-4342: You heard her. Come on out. A moment passes, during which Dr. Marino grimaces. SCP-6256: Well? You have my attention. Dr. Teagan: Good, very good. I'd like you to stay with us until I say otherwise. Dr. Marino, do you feel any different now? Dr. Marino: The feeling is still there, but it's more intense now. It's illogical, but I might even describe it as fear. Dr. Teagan: So the sensation is stronger when the entity is in control than when it's dormant? Dr. Marino: Yes. I believe we can rule out the possibility that it's pretending to be D-4342. It also likely means D-4342 is telling the truth when he says that he's able to remain conscious while the entity is in control. Dr. Teagan: Thank you for your input, Dr. Marino, and thank you for your cooperation, SCP-6256. You may relinquish control to D-4342. SCP-6256 sighs before falling silent. Dr. Marino's facial expression relaxes slightly. D-4342: Is it normally difficult? Dr. Teagan: Quite. It took months of back-and-forth for it to become the least bit cooperative. I take it you heard our conversation? D-4342: Yeah, I did. Dr. Marino: I have to say, you seem to be taking your current situation rather well. I know we didn't give you much of a choice. D-4342: Well, I can't exactly be picky considering my position. Dr. Teagan: I'd like to ask you a few questions now, D-4342. Firstly, do you know how you're able to retain consciousness while SCP-6256 is in control? D-4342: Nah, I've got no clue. It just kind of happens. Dr. Teagan: I expected as much. Can you describe how it feels when the entity possesses you? D-4342: It feels kind of weird? I lose the ability to move on my own, but my body keeps moving without my input. I'm still awake through all of it, though. I can also kind of feel its presence whether it's currently in control or not. Dr. Teagan: Interesting. And are you able to resist when it takes control? D-4342: No. It happens whether I want it to or not. I don't get back control of my body unless it chooses to give it back. Actually, this is going to sound strange, but I'm glad for its company more often than not. Being alone in a cell all day is pretty boring. To be honest, it's kind of like a roommate to me. Dr. Teagan: I have to say, you're quite the remarkable subject. It's as though we've found the perfect host for the entity. D-4342: Uh, thanks? Dr. Teagan: That will be all. You will be escorted back to your containment chamber. Thank you for your cooperation. D-4342: Wait, one more thing before I go. Is it okay if I get to have some books in my cell? I feel like both SCP-6256 and I could use the activity. Dr. Teagan: We'll consider it. [END LOG] Transcript 2 Date: July 13, 2011 [BEGIN LOG] D-4342 is seated on the bed in SCP-6256's containment chamber. He is currently reading a book provided by the Foundation for good behavior. D-4342: You know, I just realized that I don't know your name. SCP-6256: Why do you want to know? D-4342: Are you kidding me? I've been your host for a while now. I think we're close enough that we should at least know each other's names. SCP-6256: If you are so concerned about that, you can tell me yours first. I know that your name is not actually D-4342. D-4342: Oh, right, I guess I never told you my name, either. I don't exactly have much use for it around here seeing as the personnel only call me by my number. It's Kevin. SCP-6256: Your name is Kevin. What an average name. D-4342: Is that a problem? SCP-6256: No, it is not. I am simply stating a fact. D-4342: Okay then. Anyway, what about you? I know you're not just a number, either. SCP-6256 is silent for a long moment. SCP-6256: Truth be told, I cannot remember. D-4342: You can't remember your own name? SCP-6256: I have been alive for so many years and taken on so many identities that I can only vaguely remember the details of my first life. I know that I was once an average human like you, and that I became the way I am now through an experiment, but not much else. D-4342: That sucks. Do you even remember your gender? SCP-6256: I do not. Besides, regardless of my original gender, I am beyond such things now. D-4342: Huh. Well, calling you by a number feels weird, so how about I give you a new name? SCP-6256: Why do you care? D-4342: Because you're a person. Numbers are the kinds of things given to objects, not people. The Foundation calls us by numbers to dehumanize us. They don't want to acknowledge that we're human because then they'd feel bad about having us locked up here. Maybe they can do that to soothe their conscience, but I won't. I've known you long enough now that I think I can call you a friend, so I want to do better. SCP-6256 retakes control and a bemused expression crosses its face. SCP-6256: I am not a human nor am I your friend; however, if this truly bothers you so much, then do what you want. I do not care. D-4342: Awesome! In that case, I think I'll call you… D-4342 pauses a few moments while thinking. D-4342: Jordan. SCP-6256: Why Jordan? D-4342: It was the first name that popped into my head. Plus it can be a guy or a girl's name, which is convenient since we don't know your gender. Besides, I think it fits you well enough. Is that alright? SCP-6256: I suppose so. [END LOG] Transcript 3 Date: September 30, 2017 [BEGIN LOG] D-4342 is in SCP-6256's containment chamber, lying in bed and trying to sleep. He suddenly stirs. SCP-6256: Kevin, I have a question. D-4342: What's up? SCP-6256: Do you resent me? D-4342: Huh? Where's this coming from? SCP-6256: All of my hosts up until now were either unaware of my presence or feared me. I was not even able to speak with any of them until you. You claim to see me as a friend, but I cannot help but wonder whether you are being entirely truthful. Because of me, you are trapped within this cell and treated like a monster. I can take away your freedom over your own body at any moment, and you are powerless to stop me. For all you know, I might one day take control and never give it back. You would be unable to do anything but watch. D-4342: I don't hate you, Jordan. I could never. SCP-6256: Why? D-4342: Well, first of all, you mentioned the possibility of you taking control permanently, but I know you won't do that. SCP-6256: How can you be so sure? D-4342: You said it yourself. I'm the only host you've had who you can talk to. If it wasn't for me, the only conversation partners you'd have would be the scientists, and who knows how often they'd be willing to talk with you? Besides, you've put up with me this entire time, so why would you suddenly decide you had enough with me? SCP-6256: I suppose you have a point. D-4342: Second of all, I was already in a cell before being given to you. The Class-D are prisoners, and most of them, including me, were death row inmates before coming here. I made a lot of bad decisions during my life, and it landed me in a bad situation. I chose to come here to avoid execution. Actually, knowing the Foundation, if it wasn't for you, I imagine they probably would've killed me by now. SCP-6256: You would truly prefer living if it meant spending the rest of your life as a prisoner? D-4342: I would. I know a lot of people would probably feel differently if they were in my position, but I'm not one of them. I don't want to die, and I'll take any chance at staying alive, even if it's not the life I would've preferred. Becoming your vessel is the best thing that's ever happened to me here. You saved me, Jordan. D-4342 and SCP-6256 fall silent for a long moment. SCP-6256: I cannot remember the last time I had anyone like you in my life. For so long, I viewed humans as disposable. To me, they were merely tools to extend my own life. How strange it is that I should finally find someone I care about in a place like this. D-4342: Aw, thanks. Now I'm getting emotional. I'll stick with you as long as you want. After all, you're the only friend I've got here. SCP-6256: Somehow, I finally feel proud to call you my friend. [END LOG] Interview 2 Date: May 20, 2021 A day prior to the recording of this interview, a Keter-class containment breach occurred at Site-██. SCP-████ escaped from its containment chamber and went on a rampage through the facility. During the breach, it broke through SCP-6256's containment chamber, killing D-4342 in the process. As a result, SCP-6256 was sent back to its previous host, Dr. Marino. Rather than using the opportunity to escape, once SCP-████ was recontained and the facility was secured, SCP-6256 surrendered itself to the Foundation. [BEGIN LOG] The interview is located in the same room from Interview 1. Dr. Teagan is seated at a table on one side of the room while SCP-6256, in the body of Dr. Marino, is seated at a chair on the opposing side. SCP-6256 is staring at the floor. Dr. Teagan: Alright, I'd like to begin by asking you why you chose to return to the Foundation after the death of D-4342. You had the opportunity to escape, but you didn't take it. SCP-6256's face contorts with rage. SCP-6256: His name was Kevin! He was not a number! Call him by his name! Even in death, do you lack the decency to afford him the most basic amount of respect?! Dr. Teagan: Calm down, SCP-6256. I am merely following protocol. I give you my condolences for his passing. SCP-6256 sneers. Dr. Teagan: Now, I'll ask you again. What motivated you to return to us? SCP-6256: For the longest time, I acted merely to extend my own life. The reason I have these abilities in the first place is because I attempted to attain immortality during my first life. After losing my original body, I thought myself above ordinary humans. As far as I was concerned, they were merely a means to an end. I have come to realize that this mindset was a mistake. By treating myself as superior, I condemned myself to a life of solitude. Since I did not see other people as equals, I lacked the ability to form meaningful bonds. The life I lived through those centuries was incredibly lonely, but also incredibly boring. Whereas I was initially more careful not to be caught, as time went on, I became more reckless, all for the sake of finding some remedy for my boredom. My rashness was the reason you were able to capture me in the first place. It was not until I met Kevin that I realized what I had been missing. He reminded me of what it was like to not be alone. He gave me purpose in my life. And now he has been torn away from me forever. Tears begin to form in SCP-6256's eyes. Dr. Teagan appears shocked at the entity's show of emotion. SCP-6256: I no longer want to live as an immortal. I no longer want to spend my life hopping from host to host. I want to spend the rest of my days as a human. And I want the Foundation to help me with this. Please. Dr. Teagan: I understand. I have to admit I wasn't expecting this change of heart from you. Still, assuming these are your true feelings, I will do everything I can to offer the most average life possible for you. We will need to begin by finding you a new host, seeing as we cannot allow you to remain within Dr. Marino. Will you cooperate? SCP-6256: I believe you already know I will. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6256" by MediocreIndigo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6256. 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-6257
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neutralized
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by Quicksilvers Anomaly №: SCP-6257 Anomaly Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers and various AICs are to consistently analyze and scan various public internet forums regarding conspiracy theories and supernatural phenomena, including but not limited to 4chan's /x/ board, various Reddit sub-forums, and the Parawatch.net forum system. Researchers are to manually analyze archived Parawatch correspondences in order to attempt to pinpoint the exact vector in which SCP-6257 spreads, as well as attempting to discover SCP-6257 itself. Staff involved in studying and reconstructing events regarding SCP-6257 are to have counselling and therapy readily available if needed. Out of respect, the candles are to remain lit. Anomaly Description: SCP-6257 is currently hypothesized to be a memetic or cognitohazardous antimeme that deletes itself after reaching a currently unknown threshold of infected humans. When SCP-6257 is perceived by a human subject, said subject's neurological makeup will undergo a painless, instantaneous restructuring that will make them permanently resistant to all methods of invasive memory-alteration.1 Once SCP-6257 deletes itself, those who perceived it become unable to recall what SCP-6257 itself consists of, with memories of its makeup being either missing or unattainable. SCP-6257's effects do not alter the natural pliability of one's memories over time by organic internal means, such as general forgetfulness and neurodegenerative diseases.2 Addendum 6257.1: Initial Infection and Discovery Due to the transpiring of significant world events, along with moments of global economic instability, Foundation staff had been unable to consistently update and maintain the security and encryption of SCiPNET servers. On 8 June 2020 at 5:04 AM, an unauthorized entity was able to bypass multiple firewalls and security protocols, granting them access to a cache of SCP files that were backed up onto several isolated servers. Most documents on these servers consisted of SCP files that were written and catalogued during the Foundation's former "Information Lockdown" period,3 though there were three files that were of Level 4 clearance. The entity was quickly isolated and locked out of the database, with a small team of agents and computer scientists being tasked to determine the origin of the attack and the identity of the entity itself. Before the source could be located, the series of SCP files that were accessed were all posted to the Parawatch forums. The mass post remained online for 28 minutes and 41 seconds before being removed by Foundation webcrawler Watchman.aic.4 The exact number of subjects that witnessed the information breach is still currently unknown, estimated between 30 and 60 individuals. The research team assigned to identify the threat quickly changed objectives, now attempting to locate and identify as many exposed Parawatch members as possible. Within the span of two days, 25 forum members that viewed the information breach were located, with amnesticization teams dispatched to each of their residences. It was swiftly discovered by the deployed MTFs that none of the subjects were responding to the administered amnestics, leading to the detainment and interviewing of the 25 individuals. The interviews conducted along with amnestic treatments revealed that they had all been exposed to SCP-6257 when it had been uploaded to a significant main thread in the Parawatch forums on 29 February 2020. Foundation analytical models estimate that between 1,500 to 3,000 individuals across the globe were exposed to SCP-6257. Those detained were given a cover story of a mass-media alternate reality game before being released. Addendum 6257.2: Meeting Tapes Three members of the Parawatch forums were able to evade Foundation containment efforts, organizing in secret in an empty warehouse on the outskirts of Potsdam, New York. These members were Michael Dodderson, Caitlin Reed, and Jacob Sato, with Sato recording their sessions on a Jensen portable cassette recorder. Important undamaged segments have been provided below. + TAPE 01 - Hide transcript Dodderson: -don't really understand why we even have to wear them. If anything, it's just the government's attempts to muzzle us and shut us up from speaking out against their regime. Reed: Oh, just shut the fuck up about it for once and wear it. I, for one, don't want your stupidity to get me thrown in an ER unit, and besides, this is infinitely more important than that. Dodderson: Ugh, Christ, alright, alright, I'll put it on. But the moment that we all get out of here I'm tossing this in the trash. Sato: Both of you, please, just calm down. We need to try and make sure that this shit isn't some sort of practical joke or stupid ARG. Reed: Well, there isn't a lot to go off of, really. You both saw how much of the files were completely blacked out. Makes sense, too - if I were these guys, I'd also be snipping out as much info as possible to make this stuff basically untraceable. Dodderson: So you didn't find anything? Then why are we even here? Reed: Well, that's the thing. I did find something. (Pause.) (There's a rustling of paper.) Reed: In mid-March of 2009, a series of massive highway pileups were reported, claiming the lives of around 140 people. Despite the grizzly photos of each scene, there wasn't actually many traces of blood in any of them. Add onto that that no matter how hard I searched, I couldn't find a single photo of a victim's body, and believe me, I looked. They're all listed as deceased but there isn't evidence that any of their remains were recovered. Sato: So you're saying that all these people just vanished? Reed: Don't worry, I'm getting to that. So, these pileups all happened on the same day and they have all the same traits - no bodies but massive amounts of detritus. I decided to try mapping it all out and it turned out that it's all in a straight fucking line, heading from the Nevada desert straight into rural fucking Louisiana. Dodderson: Holy shit… do you think it's… Reed: It might be. The line ended at where a town used to be - again, the news stated that it was destroyed in some kind of gas leak that basically blitzed the entire area, upping the total body count to around 310, but when I looked into it- Dodderson: -there were no bodies. Reed: Exactly. (Pause.) Sato: It's really out there, but… we're all on the same page with… with this… right? (Pause.) + TAPE 02 - Hide transcript Dodderson: So, with what other people mentioned on the subreddit for the college, there have been reports of the entire hallway being cleared out for repairs, though this happens way more often then repairs could call for. The college board claimed that it was due to that wing falling into disarray and structural collapse, but locals say that it was built in the 80s, meaning that it should for all intents and purposes still be structurally safe. Hell, there are people in the town that worked on the building themselves, and they claim that the plans were just fine at the time. Reed: Mike, are you really sure that this isn't just about some stupid code violation that was underlooked? Dodderson: Well, if it was that, then how would it explain the sightings of men in black? They're usually spotted with someone in orange janitorial gear- + TAPE 03 - Hide transcript Reed: -anything about the oozeball? Sato: Well I did look through funeral home records at the time, and I couldn't find much? What was interesting is that one funeral home in Oakland burned down after, again, some sort of gas main exploded. Reed: Anything significant that could tie the incident back to the thing? Sato: Well, officials did say that some of the survivors showed signs of what appeared to be shell shock? That and there was a small detail, something about a kid and his toy being lost in the blaze? (A long pause. It lasts for over a minute.) Dodderson: None of them really deserved what they got, didn't they. Addendum 6257.3: Journal Entry Found on the personal blog of Jacob Sato. 9/30/2020 I don't really know what to think. There's this chance that we've all found something so much bigger than all of us, and I don't really know what to think. Mike is over the moon - he's overjoyed that there's a chance that the theories he bought into his whole life all have ground now. Caitlin is anxious. I can see the cogs in her brain turning whenever we talk about our investigations, but there's this underlying anxiety that is bubbling behind her eyes. She's afraid. She's afraid that we've crossed the point of no return. Mike keeps saying that we have to tell someone, that we have to go out there and show the world the reality of everything. He speaks in this grandiose way that sounds like a presidential speech, and while I can fully admire his courage, we always have to talk him down. None of us want to be hunted down for this, and even then, nobody will really believe us. At least, I hope they won't believe us. Caitlin is afraid, Mike is excited, and I feel nothing. How novel. Mike found a building that he fully thinks might be an old facility run by these people. He says it was abandoned in 1998 and that there might be a chance that there are old files left behind that we can look into. His reasoning is that if they were so sloppy with their coverups, they have to have been a little sloppy with their evacuation. Caitlin and I keep saying that going in there is a bad idea, but I think we both know that there's no way we can hold back Mike. That and we both know that we really do not want him going there alone. We convinced him to wait a little so we can prepare ourselves. I haven't told Erin any of this. It's not worth getting him involved. I just hope it will all be over soon. Addendum 6257.4: Recovery On 15 October 2020, a 911 call was dispatched from the cell phone of Caitlin Reed. The call was intercepted and recorded by Earworm.aic due to a geographical trigger. It is transcribed as follows: Operator: 911, what's your emergency? Reed: Yes! Yes, it connected - we need help, we need people here right now, PLEASE! Operator: Alright, ma'am, where are you? Reed: We're in the old Dawson complex near Adirondack Park! Ambulance, police, please anyone you can! (Voice distant, as if farther away from the receiver) Stay with me, for god's sake Jacob stay with me. Operator: Ma'am, is someone injured? Reed: Yes, yes, we have an injury, his name is Jacob Sato, and he got bit by that fucking, the- he's- Operator: Okay miss, deep breaths for me. Where is the wound? Reed: (Frantic) He's bleeding, there's an open wound on the side of his neck - there's so much blood and I think he's having trouble breathing. (There is a growl heard nearby.) Reed: (Whimpering) Oh god. It got back up. (There is a shrill scream followed by a crash.) Operator: Miss? Miss, are you there? [CALL ENDS] Sato's tapes were discovered at the scene, with the tape transcribed below found inside his damaged cassette recorder. + TAPE 04 - Hide transcript Dodderson: L-listen, I know that you're probably going to find this, and that means you're probably going to listen to this, and that m-means… well fuck, I don't know what that means. All I know, all that w-we know is that you're watching, you're always watching, and you know about the things in the world that we shouldn't know about a-and you hide them away and you rewrite our thoughts an-and you make sure that we- (There is a shrill scream and a loud crash.) Dodderson: (Calling out) CAITLIN?! CAIT, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! (There is a wet tearing sound.) Dodderson: (Hyperventilating, whispering) H-her name is Caitlin Reed. She was married to a man named Richard Franke, they have a daughter, sh-she's only three and her name is Riley and Cait always talks about how much she loves her and how she can't wait to see her go to kindergarten. Her favorite TV sh-show is Law and Order SVU and she goes out shopping every Friday. (There's a shuffling in the background. It is quiet, almost calculated.) Dodderson: His name is Jacob Sato. He's a college undergraduate at Columbia University studying physics. He's going to go on a date t-tomorrow with his boyfriend, out for Thai food, he's really happy about it. He says it's going to be their one-year anniversary. He hopes that they'll move in together soon. His favorite color is green, like pine needles. (The shuffling sound grows louder. There are multiple sets of clicks on the floor, sounding like claws.) Dodderson: M-my name is Michael Dodderson. My mom and dad died three years ago. I have an older sister that lives in Michigan and my favorite food is… is… (The shuffling sound stops.) (Silence.) Dodderson: I don't want to die. (There's a loud crash as the tape recorder is thrown against a hard surface. The rest of the audio is irretrievable.) When the authorities arrived, they were able to successfully kill the American black bear that attacked the three. The victims were lost in the process. The former Site-11 has been fully decommissioned and destroyed, with many others across the world being decommissioned as well for the safety of the public. Jacob Sato, Caitlin Reed, and Michael Dodderson each have a plaque that hangs in the Site-19 memorial wing. There is a single candle underneath each plaque that is not allowed to go out, and the candles are to be replaced regularly. There is a handwritten note taped to the wall next to one of the candles. It reads as follows: For those we failed to protect. Footnotes 1. This includes but is not limited to all currently-known amnestic treatments, anomalous memory implantation, and anomalous memory removal. 2. It is currently unknown if SCP-6257 infection affects memories when a subject suffers head trauma and/or various concussive brain injuries. Requests for experiments regarding this query have been permanently denied by the Ethics Committee. 3. An unofficial label coined by Senior Researcher Edwin Ergot, the Information Lockdown period occurred from approx. 1979-2011, in which the Foundation would commonly censor, redact, or remove significant information, details, and locations in order to preserve both essential knowledge and remove key identifiers that could result in an informational breach. 4. The delayed response was due to multiple Foundation AIC servers being put on standby, with those left working at 65% efficiency. This was once again due to the reasons stated above. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6257" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6257. 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-6258
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Item#: SCP-6258 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The box SCP-6258 is being kept in. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6258 is to be kept in a padded box inside a secure locker at Site-135, available to staff with Level 2 clearance. Description: SCP-6258 is a pair of ornate glass wings resembling that of the species Pieris rapae1. The two pieces of wings are connected to each other, and are 32mm in length. SCP-6258-1 instances can manifest on SCP-6258 when a person who is looking for something comes into contact with the object. SCP-6258-1 resembles a luminous orb of pure light varying in color, usually between purple, green, blue and pink, that is connected to SCP-6258. When SCP-6258-1 manifests, the glass that SCP-6258 is made out of becomes flexible and functions as a pair of regular Pieris rapae wings. The entity leads the subjects to their desired goal and SCP-6258-1 demanifests once the subject reaches whatever it was looking for, the subject stops following SCP-6258-1 for a substantial period of time or when SCP-6258-1 is contained to a confined space. If SCP-6258-1 is contained in a transparent container it can pass through solid material, however, SCP-6258 detaches from it and the entity becomes unable to fly, demanifesting soon after. Discovery: The object was discovered in the possession of a male child named Jeremy Nordskov. According to the subject, he discovered the item when he bought it as a birthday present for his mother. On his way back from the store he got lost and that's when he discovered SCP-6258's anomalous ability. After making his way home he told his parents about the object who assumed he made the occurrence up. The Foundation became aware of the entity when an undercover field agent in the local public school heard Jeremy talking to his peers about buying a "magical" object in a strange store but, the agent initially didn't have substantial proof of anomalous activity. The object drew the Foundation's attention again when police officers took Jeremy home and told his parents that he and his friends were seen wandering around town without their parents' knowledge during school hours. Jeremy told the police that they were following a glass fairy. Field agents disguised as undercover police officers drove to Jeremy's house and requested to speak to him about the incident. After inquiring about the object and gathering substantial proof Jeremy was administered class C amnestics and SCP-6258 was replaced with a replica. After Foundation agents tried to investigate the store where Jeremy bought SCP-6258, it was discovered that its owner has gone missing since the discovery of SCP-6258. + Test log - Test log Test: D-34546 was told to request directions to a coffee machine. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifests and starts leading D-34546 through the facility in the company of two armed guards until they reach the cafeteria. SCP-6258-1 landed on a table and demanifested. SCP-6258 was taken back to the test room, and D-34546 was lead back into his cell after his request for a cup of coffee was approved. Notes: When personnel were asked what the D class personnel was following, they responded that they didn't see anything. The only personnel who could observe SCP-6258-1 were the people present during its activation. Test: D-53465 was told to request directions to Dr. Zachary Harding's2 temporary office. Activity: SCP-6258-1 led D-53465 to the second floor offices in the company of two guards. After entering Dr. Harding's office, SCP-6258-1 flew onto the table and demanifested. Notes: After questioning Dr. Harding whether he saw something floating or not, he told research staff that he didn't and to leave his office. It can be concluded from the data available that SCP-6258-1 possesses anti-memetic abilities. Test: D-45542 was instructed to think about requesting directions to the Biological Containment Zone. Activity: SCP-6258-1 led D-45542 with two guards accompanying her to the checkpoint leading to the Biological Containment Zone where it was unable to proceed. Notes: SCP-6258 activates even if the subject doesn't audibly request directions. Test: D-3524 was instructed to think about requesting directions to the armory with the intent of using the weapons inside against Foundation personnel. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and then proceeded to circle around D-3524. Shortly after SCP-6258-1 demanifested. Test: D-3451 was tasked with asking for directions to a knife placed in the next room in order to murder a rat placed in a cage in the same room. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested then flew from left to right then right to left before demanifesting. Test: D-4562 was tasked with asking for directions to a knife in the next room in order to slice up a selection of vegetables in the same room. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and led D-4562 to the next room. It circled around the plate containing the vegetables then landed on the table and demanifested. Notes: It seems SCP-6258-1 refuses to assist in navigation if the subject's goal is malicious. Whether it deems an action malicious depends on the intentions of the subject, and not the destination. Test: D-45421 was brought to Site-135's courtyard and tasked with requesting directions to a pizzeria Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and started leading D-45421 and the guards accompanying her. When the outskirts of a nearby town were in sight D-45421 started running defying Foundation orders and she was swiftly terminated. SCP-6258-1 demanifested immediately. Test: D-4773 was tasked with requesting directions to the death site of Sándor Petőfi, a Hungarian poet in the 19th century who died during the Hungarian Revolution of 1848-49, his body was never found. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and floated in place for approximately 2 minutes then, it demanifested. Notes: Reasons for SCP-6258-1's behavior is currently unexplainable. Test: Since SCP-6258 has proven safe, Foundation personnel are allowed to interact with it. Foundation agent Samantha Edwardson requested directions to the safe house of the president of the United States. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and started leading Foundation personnel to Antarctica. After Foundation personnel were threatened by US Military soldiers, they left, and SCP-6258-1 demanifested. Test: Directions to the moon were requested by research personnel. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and led Foundation personnel to the nearest NASA space shuttle launch site, however it didn't demanifest immedately. Notes: SCP-6258-1 can lead subjects to locations not on Earth as longs as subjects have the means to follow it. Test: Research staff requested directions to Three Portlands. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and after floating for approximately 2 minutes demanifested. Test: Research staff requested directions to The Wanderer's Library. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and after floating for approximately 2 minutes demanifested. Notes: It seems SCP-6258-1 cannot lead subjects to locations in alternate or pocket dimensions, even if they have a clear entrance on Earth. SCP-6258 was tested with requesting goals that do not have a clear location. Test: Agent Finley Yoxall, who has cut their parents out of their life, requested directions to their family. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and despite expectations, it didn't give directions to Agent Yoxall's parents and instead led Agent Yoxall to the second floor cafeteria where Dr. Harriet Carter was taking a break. After SCP-6258-1 demanifested Agent Yoxall and Dr. Carter engaged in a friendly conversation. Notes: Dr. Harriet Carter and Agent Finley Yoxall have been close friends since Agent Yoxall's parents rejected them because of their indentity. Test: Dr. Oswald Loman requested SCP-6258 to lead him to love. Activity: SCP-6258-1 manifested and slowly lead Dr. Loman to a nearby mirror. The anomaly rubbed against the face of Dr. Loman and demanifested. From the above tests it can be concluded that SCP-6258's goal is to help people in need and in sight of its refusal to activate to subjects with malicious intentions it is considered a minimal safety risk and therefore the request to use it on site to search for missing objects of high enough importance has been approved. Footnotes 1. Cabbage white butterfly 2. Humanoid anomaly expert ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6258" by Athlonfer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6258. 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: Box,_jewellery_(51369557639).jpg Name: Box, jewellery Author: Auckland Museum Collections License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Item#: 6259 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special containment procedures: Known areas with wild instances of SCP-6259 are to be denied public access with cover story 14C-2 "poisonous swamp gas". Captured instances are to be contained in reinforced anomalous containment habitats with a large water basin which is to be cleaned and refilled weekly. Failure to do so may result in the destruction of the containment chamber and possibly the site. No flammable and/or explosive material is to be allowed within the containment chamber outside of testing purposes. Personnel should wear flameproof and protective clothing when interacting with SCP-6259. Description: SCP-6259 is a species native to ██████, with small flocks present in the █████ Marshlands of Florida. They are amphibious creatures that are of similar size and shape to a human eyeball with a single orifice where the human pupil would be and a tail resembling the optic nerve to aid in locomotion underwater1. SCP-6259 instances are required to moisturize their outer body, otherwise it will dry and begin to crack after about 3 days. Its anomalous abilities include the ability to levitate through unknown means, and fire concentrated bursts of plasma from its orifice.2 SCP-6259 instances are generally docile creatures and only fire plasma when threatened or as a release of excess material within their body. The most notable anomalous property of SCP-6259 is a sustained process of nuclear fusion contained within each instance through unknown means without energy exiting the system. This is theorised to be the main source of all other anomalous properties present in SCP-6259 instances. They are able to feed on plasma, ambient heat, and gas to replenish the nuclear fusion reaction after releasing plasma, but given a stable rate of fusion and release of energy from the system, it is calculated to last from 20 to 50x10^3 years. Addendum 6259.1: Attempt at dissection and Incident 6259-A Report: After medical staff restrained and performed the opening incision, the SCP-6259 instance released large amounts of heat and energy in excess of 3 x 10^4 J. This resulted in the immediate destruction of the western block of the site and the death of 5 on-site personnel. Note: My heart and blessings go out to the staff lost in this incident. Based on incident 6259-A, breaching the outer shell of SCP-6259 instances is deemed an inefficient method of extracting energy from said instances. Not only due to the safety concerns but the resources needed to harness energy from such an explosive manner would be a waste of Foundation resources. It would be like trying to produce energy from a nuclear bomb rather than a nuclear power plant.3 Senior Researcher Oach Addendum 6259.2: Project "Eyes on you" request approval: Resources and funding will be provided for Project "Eyes on you" with the goal of finding a renewable energy source through the study of SCP-6259. The prospect of solving the ongoing energy shortage for the Foundation, while being able to breed said energy, showed promise to the O5 Council and was thus approved. Listed below are the project-leading staff. Senior Researcher Benjamin Oach: Project Lead, specialising in Nuclear Physics and Electrical Engineering Researcher Kaci Chong: Asst Project Lead, specialising in Cryptozoology Agent James Taylor: Security IC trained in Animal Handling Addendum.6259.3: Experiment Logs EXPERIMENT 1 Materials A juvenile instance of SCP-6259 hereby referred to as SCP-6259-1, 16g compressed carbon dioxide gas canister Test 16g of carbon dioxide gas released into the chamber by Agent Taylor Results No effect/change in behaviour. Energy output: 0 J Notes While SCP-6259 instances were observed to consume swamp gas in the wild, nothing happened in this test. We can conclude that the consumed gas must have some kind of explosive yield. -Senior Researcher Oach EXPERIMENT 2 Materials SCP-6259-1, 16g compressed methane gas canister Test 16g of methane gas released into the chamber by Agent Taylor Results SCP-6259-1 consumed the gas. Energy output: 4000 J for 2 seconds. Notes Our previous hypothesis proved correct. The focus now should be to look for ways to increase the energy yield. I must also comment on Agent Taylor's unprofessional conduct. He had wasted time releasing the gas around SCP-6259-1 to lead it in a circle until he ran out of gas while also calling it a "good boy" and has named it "Billy". I should emphasise that we are dealing with anomalous objects and there's a reason why we use their numerical designation and not give them names. Besides, with research into their reproductive cycle, we should be able to create more instances than we can name. -Senior Researcher Oach EXPERIMENT 3 Materials SCP-6259-1, 16g compressed hydrogen gas canister Test 16g of hydrogen gas released into the chamber by Agent Taylor Results SCP-6259-1 consumed the gas at a slower pace. Energy output: 6000 J for 2 seconds. Notes Different gases do in fact affect the level of energy release. What factors in the gas composition affects the yield is yet to be tested. Curiously, the fact that SCP-6259-1 finished consuming the gas slower could imply that SCP-6259 instances have a preference for gas or a possibly a sense of taste. Tests relating to the level of sentience might be required. Methane gas seems to be its preferred fuel so I believe we should use it as the standard moving forward unless testing the effects of other gases. -Researcher Chong EXPERIMENT 4 Materials SCP-6259-1, 32g compressed methane gas canister Test 32g of methane gas released into the chamber by Agent Taylor in intermittent bursts. Results SCP-6259-1 consumed the gas. Energy output: 6000 J for 4 seconds. Notes The energy released seems to scale proportionally to the amount of gas fed at once. We should calculate the type of progression to see how the amount of gas relates to the energy output. While this would be a standard experiment, it was noted that SCP-6259-1 levitated and flew in a circular pattern upon gaining visual contact with Agent Taylor. I am formally requesting behavioral examinations to determine the level of sentience in SCP-6259 instances. -Researcher Chong EXPERIMENT 5 Materials SCP-6259-1, 96g compressed methane gas canister Test 96g of methane gas released into the chamber by Agent Taylor in intermittent bursts. Results SCP-6259-1 consumed the gas. Energy output: 18,000 J lasting 9 seconds. Notes Progress is going smoothly in regards to the results. However, I am now concerned about the attitude of Agent Taylor as he may have become too attached to SCP-6259-1 and continued to refer to it as "Billy". I need not remind my staff that in the Foundation, we encounter many dangerous creatures that we cannot afford to share our sympathies with. If this behaviour continues, it may impede progress or threaten the safety of this project. -Senior Researcher Oach EXPERIMENT 6 Materials SCP-6259-1, 160g compressed methane gas canister Test 160g of methane gas released directly into the pupil of SCP-6259-1 by Agent Taylor Results SCP-6259-1 consumed the gas and released a burst of plasma measured before ceasing to levitate and rescussitating after 7 minutes following medical examination. Energy output: 32,000 J for 10 seconds Notes In hindsight, this seemed inevitable given that SCP-6259 are biological creatures with limits. Agent Taylor in this test had proven to me that he is incredibly rash and too emotionally attached to SCP-6259-1. He will be relegated to a less proactive role within the project and I am requesting more animal handling staff. Luckily SCP-6259-1 is just one of the 24 instances we currently have in containment with more coming soon. Testing should continue smoothly and the short period of inactivity for the subject should not be of any concern. The minimum recovery of SCP-6259 instances should also be recorded to see if we can re-use them. -Senior Researcher Oach Addendum.6259.3: Incident 6259-B Report: Agent Taylor attempted to access the containment habitat of SCP-6259-1 without permission before it was reported to site security by Researcher Chong. Further review of security footage has revealed that Agent Taylor had been entering the habitat of SCP-6259 regularly with small canisters of methane gas and “feeding” it to SCP-6259-1. Agent Taylor was charged with unauthorised entry and was suspended for 1 month. Researcher Chong reported that SCP-6259-1 had entered a docile state and had become unresponsive 1 week following Agent Taylor’s suspension and should be excused from testing and kept under observation by Researcher Chong for the foreseeable future. Addendum 6259.4: Experiment Logs cont: Testing logs involving SCP-6259-2 through 273 expunged for brevity EXPERIMENT 274 Materials SCP-6259-274, 200g of compressed mixture of ██% Hydrogen Gas, ██% of Hexane and ██% of Nitrous Oxide Mixture. Test 200g of gas mixture released directly into the pupil of SCP-6259-274 by Handler Schmit. Results SCP-6259-274 consumed the gas and released a burst of plasma measured before ceasing to levitate and rescussitating after 5 minutes following medical examination. Energy output: 50,000 J for 9 seconds Notes After rigorous testing, I believe we have done it. This seems to be the optimum output of energy with a mortality rate of only 20%. At the current rate of artificial breeding efforts, we have a potent but sustainable and renewable energy source for the Foundation and possibly the world. The fact that we are literally harnessing the power of living stars cannot be understated. Most of the high-maintenance projects within the Foundation require so much energy that we have resorted to interdimensional, thaumaturgic and even fictional energy. The project that I have led could leave a massive impact on the Foundation's resources and costs. -Senior Researcher Oach Addendum 6259.5: Incident 6259-C Video Log: VIDEO LOG DATE: 04/06/████ NOTE: 8 days after Agent Taylor's suspension at 0146 hrs, the automatic containment breach alarm system was activated near the SCP-6259 containment area. The following is a transcript of the Incident 6259-C footage. <BEGIN LOG> 01:45:05: Agent Taylor exits his resting quarters and makes his way to the SCP-6259 containment area. 01:57:07 Agent Taylor attempts to use 2 keycards to access the chamber4 but is unsuccessful. 01:59:44: A red glow is seen from Agent Taylor's left eye followed by a burst of plasma similar to those of SCP-6259. This destroys the locking mechanism for the chamber, allowing him access to the chamber. At this point, the alarm is triggered and site security is alerted to the containment breach. 02:00:55: Using canisters of methane gas, he lures all the SCP-6259 instances across the hall away from oncoming site security. 02:07:38: Agent Taylor stops outside Researcher Chong's office where she is waiting outside. 02:08:09: Agent Taylor fires another burst of plasma at the camera which ends the video feed. From security eyewitnesses, Researcher Chong and Agent Taylor enter the office with all instances of SCP-6259 save for SCP-6259-1 which is still unresponsive in its enclosed observation chamber. [END LOG] Former Researcher Chong's office was then breached but site security did not find Agent Taylor, Researcher Chong, or any of the SCP-6259 instances. The post-incident investigation confirmed that a Way within her office was used to escape5. Upon further investigation, the creature presumed to be SCP-6259-1 was in fact a non-anomalous human eyeball with DNA testing confirming that it belongs to Agent Taylor. How he had managed to swap out SCP-6259-1 and surgically remove his eyeball is still currently under investigation. It was revealed during the post-incident investigation, on Researcher Chong’s hard drive that Senior Researcher Oach had omitted most of Chong’s notes and other information that would have indicated a higher level of sapience. It is presumed that he did this to sway the opinion of the Ethics Committee and increase the likelihood of the project’s approval. The results of Senior Researcher Oach’s trial are ongoing. Footnotes 1. This could imply the existence of fresh liquid water on ██████. Forwarding this to the relevant research teams. -Senior Researcher Oach 2. They are noted to release plasma of higher temperature depending on stress level. 3. More testing is required and containment procedures are to be updated soon. 4. System archives show that he had used his own keycard and then Researcher Chong's 5. Investigation into Chong and her peers' connection to the Serpent's Hand is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6259" by J T K C, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6259. 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-6261
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Item #: SCP-6261 Special Containment Procedures: The original development kit containing 6261-1 is kept in low-value storage at Site-106. Personnel are encouraged to interact with it to further familiarize themselves with video games, as several other anomalies related to Arcadia are beginning to surface, and Foundation personnel typically have low proficiency with interactive entertainment. SCP-6261-2 is in high-value document storage at Site-106. Efforts are being made to decipher any and all thaumic rites in the art and text of SCP-6261-2. Products or byproducts of these rites are to be immediately placed into high-value containment and inspected by Sourcing & Containment. Description: SCP-6261 refers to two items acquired by the Foundation in 1984, during several strategic purchases of assets from the collapsing corporate Group of Interest Arcadia. All items related to the now-canceled franchise known as Magequest. SCP-6261-1 refers to a piece of software on an Atari 2600 development kit, entitled Magequest: Prison of Circe. SCP-6261-1 is an 'adventure' video game, in which a digital representation of the individual playing the game (or 'player character') is guided around the island of Aeaea, with the goal of finding and terminating an entity ('non-player character') representing the mythological Circe. This 'non-player character' entity is believed to possess some form of awareness, as it is actively hostile to the 'player character', attempting to terminate it using various obstacles ('traps') or hostile entities ('monsters') throughout Aeaea. An instruction manual indicates that, in order to complete SCP-6261-1, the player needs to gather ten 'mythological treasures' from across Aeaea, before proceeding to a lake in the center of the island and encountering Circe herself. However, being struck three times by 'monsters' — including centaurs, harpies, a kraken, and a wild boar — will result in a 'game over' state in which the player character is transformed into a pig. The 'game over' screen for SCP-6261-1 is a mild cognitohazard, and exposure to it will result in individuals displaying behavior such as squealing, attempting quadrupedal locomotion, and attempting to ingest non-edible material. These behaviors cease after 30-90 minutes. To date, no member of Foundation personnel has completed SCP-6261-1. SCP-6261's 'Game Over' Screen. Cognitohazard not present in reproduction images. Several supplementary materials to SCP-6261-1 exist. Primary among these is a comic book, designated SCP-6261-2. SCP-6261-2 retells the portion of Homer's Odyssey in which Odysseus and his crew are stranded on Aeaea, ending on a cliffhanger as Circe challenges the reader to stop her plans to cook and eat Odysseus's crewmen, who have been transfigured into pigs. The instruction manual for SCP-6261-1 indicates that it is intended to interact with SCP-6261-2. During the course of gameplay, numbers will appear corresponding to pages of SCP-6261-2, as well as specific panels on said pages, featuring hidden words revealing part of a secret message. In reality, SCP-6261-2 is an anomalous manuscript containing several thaumaturgical rites. Transcribing or reading aloud the words SCP-6261-1 points to, in the correct order, triggers one of the rites; individual words, or words in an incorrect order, produce no effect. Addendum: The Magequest Contest: Recovered marketing materials related to the Magequest franchise indicate that SCP-6261-1 was meant to be the jumping-off point for a contest backed by Arcadia. Dubbed the "Magequest: Artifacts of Power Contest", participants would have to play the four planned games in the franchise and 'uncover mystical secrets to win fabulous treasures', using 'hidden clues' in both the game and included comic book. Among these planned 'treasures' were a 24-karat silver amulet, a 18-karat golden orb, a white jade necklace, and a ring with the winner's birthstone set as the jewel. It is currently believed that Arcadia possessed access to a thaumaturgical volume which was adapted into SCP-6261-2, and SCP-6261-1 was created to attempt to divine a specific rite from SCP-6261-2, which Arcadia could not locate in the original volume; in essence, the "Artifacts of Power Contest" was intended to use the Arcadia customer base to locate the desired rite, as several thousand people playing SCP-6261-1 and activating all available rites would be more efficient than attempting each rite individually. Test Log: Since acquisition, personnel from the Department of Procurement & Liquidation have attempted to 'win' at SCP-6261-1. The following is a log of notable attempts. Operator: Agent Marcus Fume Description of Playthrough: Game begins as normal, on the western shore of Aeaea. Fume acquires three of the ten treasures, and notes down words from SCP-6261-2 as they appear. Upon completion of a seven-word sentence, the paper which Fume taking notes on becomes charged with electricity and causes a power failure throughout Site-106, deactivating SCP-6261-1 in the process. SCP-6261-1 was unresponsive to Fume's inputs following reactivation. Operator: Agent René Walker The screen with the entrance to 'Tartarus', as encountered by Agent Walker. Description of Playthrough: Game proceeds as normal until Walker enters the 'Tartarus' area to acquire the fourth treasure. The numbers '7' and '4' are visible at the top of the screen, indicating Page 7, Panel 4 of SCP-6261-2. The word 'communicate' is hidden in this panel. Walker, a telepath, attempts to establish psychic communication with SCP-6261-1. He reports receiving the image of a flower in the genus Asphodelus, but no meaningful communication beyond this. It is speculated that SCP-6261-1 is, or contains, a sentient being. Tartarus, and the treasure within, is guarded by Cerberus. Walker fails to pass Cerberus, and reaches the game over screen. Upon viewing it, Walker displays anomalous behavior for sixty-two minutes. Operator: Agent Cynthia Schulle The inverted colors encountered by Agent Schulle; the player character is standing on the water in this picture. Description of Playthrough: Schulle attempts to walk into the ocean on the western shore of Aeaea, and finds it passable, unlike all other water in the game. Walking to the west reveals one of the ten treasures, as well as the numbers "10" and "3"; the word in this panel is 'assist'. Schulle notes down a three-word sentence originating from SCP-6261-2, which causes the colors of the map to invert; some of these colors are not supported by the Atari 2600's color processor. This, inevitably, caused the game to be more difficult to navigate; however, the issue was resolved upon resetting the console using the switches. This, however, also reset all of Schulle's progress. As with previous tests, Schulle reaches the 'game over' screen in Tartarus, upon failing to pass Cerberus. Anomalous behavior displayed for thirty-nine minutes, with a minor pyrokinetic episode as Schulle's control over her abilities was temporarily interrupted by the cognitohazard. Operator: Agent Marcus Fume Description of Playthrough: Gameplay starts as normal. After collecting the third treasure, Fume attempts to toggle several switches on the Atari console, citing that his son has done the same in the course of his gameplay. Doing so produces a series of numbers that correspond to the words "amulet" "never" "locate" and "assist" in SCP-6261-2. These do not trigger a thaumic reaction. Fume manages to collect two treasures, but is again thwarted by Cerberus. Anomalous behavior was displayed for sixty minutes. Operator: Agent Cynthia Schulle Description of Playthrough: Before collecting any treasures, Agent Schulle uses the thaumic rite which caused inverted colors on a previous playthrough, and attempts to play the game as normal. However, only one treasure appears; none of the others are present. A combination of numbers corresponding to the words 'laughter' and 'foolishness' appear on every screen, alternating. P&L Personnel soon realized that no meaningful progress was being made with SCP-6261; said personnel had minimal knowledge of video games, with the most experience belonging to Agent Schulle, whose father helped sell Pong cabinets prior to her recruitment in the Foundation. As such, alternatives were sought out. Senior Agent Hubert Ruyter suggested that, due to the relatively harmless nature of the anomaly, civilians who regularly played video games should be temporarily recruited by the Foundation. An advertisement for video game testers was placed in the Miami Herald; after two months, there were only three responses. Public opinion towards video games had turned in recent years, following a glut of low-quality software on the market and plummeting profits in major video game companies, particularly Atari. Of the three respondents, two were able to collect seven of the ten treasures; the final respondent, however, showed much greater proficiency with SCP-6261-1. Their intake interview is included below. Intake Interview 6261-3 Interviewer: Agent Rutyer Subjects: Digby Du Bois ("Subject") and Marianne Du Bois ("Subject's Mother") Agent Ruyter: Now, what's your name, young man? Subject: I'm Diggy Du Bois. Subject's Mother: Digby. He has a bit of a speech issue. Agent Ruyter: And how old are you, Digby? Subject: Seven! Agent Ruyter: What's your favorite video game? Subject: I like Pac-Man, and Donkey Kong, and Mario Bros., and Miss Pac-Man, and Adventure, and… Subject's Mother: He spends $20 at the arcade every weekend. He's so proud of all the high scores he has. He kept on tugging my arm to come here, said that it gave him a… a feeling. Agent Ruyter: What kind of feeling? Subject: Smell. Like Pac-Man. Smells 'lectric. Agent Rutyer: Sorry, a smell? Subject's Mother: Digby… the doctor thinks he has synesthesia. That's a thing where senses get cross-wired, like how some people can hear colors? He says when he touches things, he can sometimes smell stuff. He says my coat smells like wildflowers. Agent Ruyter: Interesting. Agent Ruyter produces some non-anomalous marketing materials related to Arcadia from a folder on the table. Neither item features labels or logos that would indicate a connection to Arcadia. Agent Ruyter: Digby, can I ask you to touch these, and tell me what you smell? The Subject reaches out to grab the first item. Subject: Smells like… smoke and old people. Agent Ruyter: Old people? Subject: Old people smell. My great-grandpa's home smells like that. Agent Ruyter: And the other one? The Subject touches the other item. Subject: …it smells the same! I've never had that happen before! How'd you do it, mister? Agent Ruyter: All right. Miss Du Bois, if you're willing, we're going to have Digby play an unreleased game for us. Subject's Mother: Just like that? But you've not even seen— Agent Ruyter: He's perfect for the job, trust me. Ruyter, a psychometrist, hypothesized that Digby Du Bois possessed similar abilities. Du Bois was allowed to play through SCP-6261-1; an account of the playthrough is described below. Operator: Digby Du Bois The penultimate screen of SCP-6261-1. Description of Playthrough: Within a 10-minute timespan, Du Bois collects the first nine treasures, but when faced with Tartarus and Cerberus, rather than trying to pass through directly, Du Bois presses the fire button on the controller. This causes the player character to shoot a projectile which destroys Cerberus; this feature is not documented in the manual, and it was assumed the fire button was non-functional. Following the collection of the tenth treasure, Du Bois proceeds to the lake in the center of the island. A feminine figure emerges from the water, and a series of numbers corresponding to a twenty-word long sentence appears on the screen. Du Bois is asked to write it out. Upon completion of the sentence, the paper it was transcribed on transforms into a silver amulet. Before it could be collected by Ruyter, who was observing, Du Bois grabbed the amulet, and held it to his ear, before speaking to it softly. This action caused a powerful release of thaumic energy that, according to Du Bois, 'granted his wish', which was 'for video games to be good again'. The amulet is now thaumically inert; it is speculated that obtaining it was Arcadia's original goal when creating SCP-6261. The amulet created by the final thaumic rite of SCP-6261. Since this event, SCP-6261-1 has been completed several times; however, the feminine figure has not reappeared, and SCP-6261-2 has failed to produce any new thaumic effects. Therefore, the Foundation considers SCP-6261 effectively neutralized. Due to concerns regarding the effects of amnestics on children under eight years old, none were administered to Du Bois. However, he has been marked as a potential recruit for P&L in the future, should it be proven that he does possess psychometric capabilities. Shortly after Du Bois' use of the amulet, a Japanese toy company announced its plans to bring an 'Entertainment System' to the western market, capable of playing video games. The events are believed to be related, but the success of this product, given the current state of the video game market, is unlikely. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6261" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6261. 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: 106.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: krakenattackspecs.png, gameoverscreen.png, tararus.png, gameglitch.png, circefinalscreen.png Author: Ihp License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Triangular_Talisman_of_Count_of_St_Germain.png Author: "Silver talisman from the Triangular Book by Count of St. Germain. Volund Jewelry made the only known version of this artifact. Its purpose is to extend the ritual performer's life beyond 100 years." License: CC-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Triangular_Talisman_of_Count_of_St_Germain.png Additional Notes: Author field lifted verbatim from Wikimedia. I don't know either.
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Item#: 6262 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo — SCP-6262 in its current form. Note the eyes and smile not present in other iterations of the same bus. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6262 inhabits the city of Daegu, Republic of Korea, and as such the city is to be considered its containment area. An ultra-low-power GPS transceiver with no less than six months of available backup power is to be fitted to the subject, with appropriate methods for recharging the power bank as necessary. The GPS transceiver is to maintain unbroken contact with the Foundation monitoring station in central Daegu, which is to alert containment teams if unusual behavior is detected. Foundation agents liaise regularly with SCP-6262 as part of the containment procedures of other objects, reconnaissance, normal debriefings, and other activities, though should no such opportunities present themselves for whatever reason, agents should maintain contact with the subject at least once a week. Ordinary civilians who have held conversations with SCP-6262 are not to be made aware of the abnormal nature of their conversation. Passengers disembarking the bus will be scanned for possession of unauthorized knowledge, and amnesticized if necessary. To date, only one instance has been recorded of SCP-6262 disseminating sensitive information (See Incident 6262-1). No Foundation employees of clearance level above 1 are to embark SCP-6262 without prior written authorization from a Level 4 employee or higher. To date, SCP-6262 has shown a high degree of compliance with the Foundation, and forcible capture and/or detention is considered a last resort in the case of acutely hostile behavior or other risks as they may present themselves. + [REJECTED] 01/12/2019 Proposal to Revise Containment Procedures - Hide Staff Note - Posted by Senior Researcher Sorensen 01/12/2019 I know I just got reassigned to 6262, and it's a lot to take in at first, but we're really just letting it drive around on its own whim? This thing represents what, a quarter of Foundation offsite backup in Korea, regularly interacts with the public, and has the capability to spill the beans whenever it wants and we're just trusting it not to do that? I'm putting in a formal proposal to revise the containment procedures on file for 6262. We can use it as an on-site shuttle for Site-19 or hell, one of the Asian sites if it wants. But we can't just let it drive around a population centre like this. It knows too much, far, far too much. Reply - Dr. Cosmo Kemp, SCP-6262 Containment Team Lead, 01/13/2019 It's been driving around for over sixty-five years now, it probably knows just about everything there *is* to know, we've demonstrated that it knew state secrets back in the '40s and there's still never been any sort of information leak that we can trace to anywhere near it. I agree with you, that the containment procedures for this object seem overly lax, but it's quite honestly self-containing. It's better, for us, to have a highly sentient, mobile, autonomous, and most importantly, free method of offsite backup instead of trying to stuff this thing in a box like the rest of them. It wants to drive in a circle around Daegu day in and day out, we're going to let it. Description: SCP-6262 is an entity taking the form of a bus or other means of mass-transport, recorded since 1950 in various parts of (primarily Eastern) Asia. The subject currently resembles a multicolored Neoplan Skyliner bus with "DAEGU CITY TOUR" printed on the exterior, along with images of unconfirmed origin. The bus is registered to the Daegu Tourism Association, who retain records detailing the purchase and ongoing scheduled maintenance of the bus. SCP-6262 drives a route consistent with that developed by the Daegu Tourism Association, driven by any of a number of employees that seem1 unaware of the subject's sapient nature. It has been demonstrated, however, that SCP-6262 is capable of independent locomotion. As of the time of writing, SCP-6262 is known to have shapeshifted six times, all of them resembling a bus of real make and model. It is understood through conversation with the subject that it is capable of shapeshifting into any form of transportation, though prefers buses as transporting civilians is one of its pastimes. This behavior, through extensive analysis and testing, has been deemed safe and is to be allowed to continue unimpeded. + Show SCP-6262 Appearance Log - Hide SCP-6262 Appearance Log Location Date First Sighted Appearance Hiroshima, Japan Before 1945 Unknown Tokyo, Japan 1/18/1950 Hino Motors BH Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy, Russian SFSR, Soviet Union 5/1/1962 Trolza ZiU-5 Shizuoka, Japan 6/13/1975 Nissan UA Moscow, Russian SFSR, Soviet Union 5/17/1983 Skoda T 11 Niigata, Japan 8/31/2013 Isuzu Turquoise Daegu, Republic of Korea 08/12/2018 Neoplan Skyliner (Current Form) A general record of the subject's form and whereabouts has been kept since its initial discovery in 1950, with specificity and completion of archives increasing as technology improves and resources become more abundant. At no point in the subject's history has it been considered a threat, aside from a minor scare at the time of initial discovery. The Foundation initially became aware of SCP-6262 after folklore began to circulate within Tokyo regarding a "friendly bus" that shared "polite conversation" with its occupants. It is thought that post-war improvements in communication led to the subject's discovery, a theory supported by the subject's own claim that it had been operating "for many years" and "in many places" prior to its discovery by the Foundation, though it refuses to divulge further information. Upon entering SCP-6262, occupants will have polite, telepathic conversation with the bus, to a level that is comfortable for the passenger. People who do not normally partake in conversation will report a quick exchange of pleasantries, while those who tend to converse more deeply report on discussing topics such as the history of transportation, East Asian culture (with a particular focus on the city in which SCP-6262 currently resides), popular media, and other topics. Participants generally do not consider the telepathic conversation abnormal and will refer to it as "a nice talk with an old friend", or other similar descriptions. It is only when made aware of the bizarre nature of the conversations that participants will begin to consider the encounter strange. SCP-6262 is capable of absorbing, parsing, and storing knowledge from its passengers, including knowledge not explicitly revealed to it. The subject is either incapable of, or does not desire to, store duplicate knowledge and so most knowledge-gathering within the last ten years has been primarily about life experiences, instead of concrete facts. It has been demonstrated that the subject does not "know everything", as it were, though its catalog of knowledge is extensive. Consistent cooperation with the Foundation has led to the subject's status as a Failsafe Knowledge Centre (FKC), an archive to be used to back up and store critical information in the event of a K-class scenario. As part of its duties as an FKC, SCP-6262 is permitted to store knowledge regarding sensitive Foundation operations, accomplished by allowing Foundation personnel of high security clearance level to board under supervision. The subject has contributed extensively to Foundation containment and testing operations, suggesting revisions to containment procedures and pointing out previously-unknown anomalous properties of cataloged objects. In two separate cases, SCP-6262 has offered an explanation for objects thought anomalous, confirmed by testing, and led to the declassification and removal of those objects. Despite possessing knowledge of a vast quantity of sensitive information, SCP-6262 has maintained a near-perfect track record for not divulging this information to unauthorized parties. Even in cases where the subject's choice to divulge such information might save lives or ensure its own self-preservation, it has elected to remain silent (see interview snippet 6262-5A) + Show Interview Snippet 6262-5A - Hide Interview Snippet 6262-5A Interview 6262-5, timestamp 1:46:34 - 1:50:51 Dr. Kemp can be heard fumbling with his recording device Kemp: Ah, there we go. My elbow slipped from the window and ended the recording. Coughing is heard from the back of the bus Subject: No problem, doctor. Kemp: Now, I know we've discussed this topic in the past, but it's something I need to have recorded for posterity. The shot-callers are, once again, coming up my ass wondering why we're letting you roam about the streets carrying an appreciable amount of highly classified Foundation knowledge. Hell, at this point, you probably know more than I do, so I can understand their concern, but I'd like you to tell me about the Manhattan project to set their mind at ease. The subject sighs Subject: You keep a secret and everyone always wants to know why you kept it, huh? Kemp: That certainly is the case. Subject: I was operating in Hiroshima in the months preceding the atomic bombing, and on the day of, as well. My route at the time, as I was working for the municipal transit service, took me past what I gather was a house inhabited by a US Spy. Thinking back I'm not quite sure if he was a spy, or some sort of diplomat, or something like that, but I do know he did have a fair bit of knowledge about Department of Defense activities at the time. The brakes squeal as the bus comes to a stop, and passengers begin to disembark. Subject: So, from my usual hobby of knowledge-gathering from this guy as he rode on my bus every day, I became aware of the Manhattan Project and, in the weeks leading up to the attack, the chosen target of Hiroshima. I know he was aware as well, because the last I saw of him was on August first. Kemp: And you told nobody. Subject: Correct. Kemp: Why not? You could've saved hundreds of thousands, and I say this as an American. I don't personally have much of an ideological opinion regarding the bombings, but if nothing else, why didn't you act in self-interest? The subject chuckles. Subject: Disregarding the question of if anybody would've listened to a bus telling them their city was about to be struck by some sort of mythical superweapon, I simply didn't feel it was my place to divulge that information. It's not like it would've clearly saved the world, or anything like that, it was a question of the bad guys versus the good guys, and I chose to spectate. -End of Snippet- SCP-6262 first came into possession of classified Foundation knowledge as a consequence of its effects when its anomalous properties were first identified. Foundation researchers and other personnel in possession of such knowledge, upon first boarding the bus, report the subject as taking great surprise and interest in the knowledge it had gleaned from them, and stopping its route for six hours to filter through the new information. Subsequent conversations with the subject report its great delight and willingness to assist in operations should it be allowed to learn more about the Foundation and its activities. By the time this effect was even identified, the subject was in possession of such a wide breadth of classified knowledge that any sort of informational breach would've constituted a breaking of the veil. Information security procedures have since been updated accordingly. + [LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED - INPUT CREDENTIALS] Incident 6262-1 - Incident 6262-1 [CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED] Incident 6262-1 Incident 6262-1 constitutes the only known information leak originating from SCP-6262, the circumstances of the leak allowing the subject to be forgiven. During a catastrophic containment breach of SCP-███, a powerful computer-borne cognitohazard was disseminated across major news websites, social media networks, and [REDACTED]. The unprecedented strength of the cognitohazard prevented containment teams from adequately re-establishing control, and an emergency internet blackout was ordered across southern Japan to prevent the further spread of the effect. SCP-6262, operating in Niigata, Japan during the breach, was aware of the credentials and access requirements to impose the blackout, but Foundation employees onboard the bus at the time were too affected by the cognitohazard to take appropriate action. The subject, recognizing the potential impending catastrophe, told the access credentials and procedure to a civilian who was onboard at the time, and happened to have a high enough resistance to the effect to adequately access the computer network and impose the blackout himself. After the larger situation was brought under control, the civilian was screened, amnesticized, and released. SCP-6262 was not punished for this leak. + Document 6262-2 - Document 6262-2 Staff Note - Posted by Dr. Cosmo Kemp 05/16/2019 SCP-6262 has maintained a stellar track record for the safekeeping of Foundation information, contributions to containment procedures, and other operations. Consequently, I am recommending that the subject's file be reclassified from SAFE to THAUMIEL. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6262" by Waspus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6262. 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: Creepy Bus.jpg Author: Minseong Kim License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Footnotes 1. Confirming whether or not the drivers are aware of the subject's nature would, by definition, make them aware.
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Item#: SCP-6263 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: simpatico Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Archives and Revision, Site-43 Special Containment Procedures: Evidence of SCP-6263's existence is generated daily via social media, but has proven insufficient to reveal the anomaly, as such, to the general public..Simpatico-class anomalies pose unpredictable containment challenges but are otherwise non-threatening. Personnel are encouraged to suppress the production of further evidence via public shaming of egregious typo policing. Description: SCP-6263 is a phenomenon triggered by correcting the spelling or grammar of others. Said action incurs a statistically unlikely risk of immediately committing a similar error oneself, typically within the corrective statement, with the likelihood and severity increasing in proportion to the vehemence of the initial crrection. What is this? This isn't a real anomaly. Where's your evidence? Where's your testing logs? And you misspelld "correction" you bafoon! — W. Wettle Thanks for the evidence, Willie! Knew I could count on you — H. Blank « SCP-6121 | Words of Power and Poison | A Bitch » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6263" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6263. 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: Clio.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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SCP-6264 - "Temperature Tantrum" Authored by DrApricus and LAN 2D. Thank you to Uncle Nicolini, Starch Tuber, Dr Trintavon does not match any existing user name, Guaire, J T K C, AvocadoMilk, SphereFinale, and Fish^12 for their critique and turning this day-long drunken writing session into a reality! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6264 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6264-G and SCP-6264-M are to retain positions at the Foundation that ensure neither is within the same work environment. However, due to their roles within the Foundation's organizational structure, this is to be heavily encouraged and recommended rather than enforced. As the Foundation Complaints Office is highly aware of SCP-6264, all new complaints regarding the situation are to be immediately discarded. Description: SCP-6264 denotes two SCP Foundation administrative branch members, Charles Georgia and Hillary Mélaine. Georgia, SCP-6264-G, is the acting director of Site-19, and Mélaine, SCP-6264-M, is the current Coordinator of the North American Ethics Committee. The two will begin to argue when within the same work environment, becoming progressively louder and more disruptive. At the argument's climax, multiple anomalous characteristics, at varying degrees, will manifest in SCP-6264's current work environment. These are as follows: Heightened stress in surrounding Foundation staff; Increased sensitivity to noise; Decreased ability to communicate professionally; Raised room temperature; Increased humidity; Presence of insects (primarily flies and moths); Sudden generation of water. SCP-6264 was first discovered when the two instances were assigned to the Site-17 Logistics Department, and the site's administrative staff received more than 142 complaints within 24 hours of the instances' assignment. Addendum 1: An interview between SCP-6264-G, SCP-6264-M, and Officer Jorge Parks concerning the nature of the two instances' anomalous attributes. Conducted on February 18th, 1961. [BEGIN LOG] Parks: Thank you for finding the time to sit with me, sir and miss. SCP-6264-G: Of course. How may I help? SCP-6264-M: Let's make this as brief as possible. I have a meeting in half an hour. Parks: Don't worry, Coordinator, this shouldn't take long. Well, firstly, I would like to ask about your anomalous attributes. SCP-6264-G: I’m all ears. Parks: I- wait, sorry. Isn’t that chair a tad small for you, sir? SCP-6264-G: What kind of a question is that? Of course not. Parks: Moving on. (Pause) Your anomalous properties manifest when around each other. Do you have any idea why this may occur? SCP-6264-G: Her anomalous properties. Parks: …sorry? SCP-6264-M: I beg your pardon? SCP-6264-G: I've said this before; they have nothing to do with me. When her anomalous properties finally dared to show themselves, of course, they latched onto me! My presence became the trigger mechanism. I don’t fault you for your ignorance — you have no control over your clearance level — but when sapient anomalies manifest abilities they can’t control, they usually have an environmental trigger. I was nearby at the time, so her trigger clearly became me. Parks: I wasn’t aware of this. SCP-6264-M: If I may, Parks, he is full of garbage. SCP-6264-M throws SCP-6264-G a snarling look. SCP-6264-G: Said the anomaly. If the O5 would listen to me, you'd be in containment. Carry on with your questions, Parks. Parks: Alright. How would you describe your relationship? SCP-6264-G and SCP-6264-M: Non-existent. SCP-6264-G: (Clears throat) The only "relationship" that exists is the negative correlation between the amount of work I get done and the amount of time she spends pestering me. SCP-6264-M: Respectfully, sir, you instigate every fight we've had. SCP-6264-G: Interesting. I don't remember being the one who used department funds on a petty pissing match. Parks: Ahem! Both of you, please. (Pause) Director, would you say you dislike Mélaine? SCP-6264-G: No, no. No. (Laughs) Of course not! You misunderstand. I do not dislike Mélaine; I simply find her presence a nuisance— SCP-6264-M loudly scoffs. SCP-6264-G: —in the professional sense! She interferes with the efficiency of my management, as Site Director, mind you. Parks: I see. SCP-6264-G: There is nothing worse than inefficiency in our line of work. Let me tell you something— SCP-6264-M: You had the new Site-19 subsidiary site built in a swamp miles from here! What about that is efficient? SCP-6264-G rolls his eyes and leans closer to Officer Parks. SCP-6264-G: Between you and I, those Ethics Committee goons consistently deny any propositions I put forward. I know for certain they do not read them all — it’s a vendetta, I tell you! (Laughs) They’ll probably flag this very interview for ‘Unsuitable Workplace Behaviour’! Of course, I’ll delete the reports, so you do not need to worry. Parks shifts in his seat, rubbing the sweat off of his forehead. SCP-6264-M: You don't seriously expect me to keep quiet about what you just said, Charles. Parks: I… Okay. The Complaints Office has received numerous reports of your workplace… um… disharmony, as it were. Do you believe this is related to your anomalous effects? SCP-6264-G: You don’t need to sugarcoat things, Parks. Yes, we argue. Yes, she instigates almost all our disharmonic interactions. It is unrelated to her anomaly. SCP-6264-M: You are such a scumbag. Parks: And do you know the significance of your anomalous— SCP-6264-G: Her. Parks: …I apologize. Do you know the significance of her anomalous effects? SCP-6264-M folds her arms crossly. Parks: For example, I can understand why the room temperature increases; why personnel have an increased noise sensitivity — they all seem to be related to the human reaction to stress. But why the increased humidity? Why the flies? (Pause) Why the water? SCP-6264-G clasps his hands in thought. SCP-6264-M: I don't want to cast aspersions, but maybe Georgia's obsession with swamps has something to do with it. SCP-6264-G: I establish one site in a swamp, and it's the end of the world for you, huh? Parks, I have no idea. Honestly, I hadn’t noticed them until you mentioned them just now. Parks: We're very concerned. These incidents seem to be getting progressively more… intense. SCP-6264-G: I don't think there's anything to worry about. If I haven't noticed the effects, I'm sure they're not of any concern. Parks: Cleaning costs are rising significantly due to you two. A fly buzzes past Parks, and he waves his hand at it. SCP-6264-G appears distracted by it. SCP-6264-M: My requests to remove Georgia have been denied, Parks. I'm not sure what to do past that. The only time we aren't in the same building during work hours is when I'm summoned elsewhere. SCP-6264-G: Which doesn't happen often. (Laughs) I wonder why. SCP-6264-M: Was that necessary, Charles? Parks: As is, we can't remove Georgia from his position. He excels in his duties and is a great director, even if you two arguing is causing issues. SCP-6264-G sticks his tongue out at SCP-6264-M. Parks: I would like to bring it to your attention that Site-19's architectural foundations have begun sinking into the earth, albeit very slowly. We have reason to believe this corresponds with your arguments. SCP-6264-G: I'm sorry? Sinking by how much? Parks: (Adjusting his collar) Approximately 12.6 centimeters. Though we've noticed this is increasing with each argument. SCP-6264-G: Have you ruled out tectonic activity? Parks: This increase is in addition to the daily recorded rates: about 8.6 micrometers. SCP-6264-M: Dear God. SCP-6264-G: If it is that much of a problem, I will have Mélaine moved to a different site. SCP-6264-M: Excuse you? Site-19 needs me far more than it needs you. Parks: (Murmurs) The carpeting is becoming a bit moist. SCP-6264-G: To remind you, I outrank you. SCP-6264-M: Absolutely not. My committee can have you removed at a moment's notice. SCP-6264-G: And yet I'm still here. I wonder why that is. Maybe because you don't know how this hierarchy works. The committee can only intervene with my duties if I pose a direct threat to human life. Parks: Uhm… you both share equivalent ranks. SCP-6264-G: What? Parks: Did you not know that? You two don't have jurisdiction over one another. SCP-6264-M's mouth is agape. SCP-6264-G leaps off his chair and hops out of the room. SCP-6264-M: I… need to make some calls. SCP-6264-M exits the interview. [END LOG] Following this interview, the Internal Operations Committee filed an appeal to formally separate SCP-6264-G and SCP-6264-M for the foreseeable future to prevent the escalation of their anomalous effects. Both instances individually filed complaints against this appeal, which were overruled by Overseer order. As of writing, SCP-6264-G and SCP-6264-M have not interacted face to face in over two years. Addendum 2: A series of actions taken by Site-19’s Director’s Office and the North American Ethics Committee, respectively, between 1962 and 1964. Each action correlates to an observed effect. It is theorized the actions were a part of a dispute between SCP-6264-G and SCP-6264-M. Action: Removal of two Foundation Front companies for inefficient use of funds. Effect: N/A Action: Execution of multiple captured Chaos Insurgency agents. Effect: Site-19 experiences rain for 48 hours. Action: Transfer of 120 Safe SCP objects from Site-19 to Site-53 as a result of basic humanoid space requirements. Effect: Air-humidity levels in Site-19 increase to 75%. Action: Decommissioning of 2 Keter-class, humanoid anomalies. Effect: Site-19 was declared architecturally unsound due to rising dampness. Action: Proposal to place Site-19’s acting Director on administrative leave for mismanaging Site operations and mistreatment of anomalies.1 Effect: Site-19’s West Wing is partially subsumed by shifting earth. Action: Use of humanoid anomalies’ labor in the rebuilding of Site-19’s West Wing. Effect: Wetland environment surrounding Site-19 becomes more pronounced. Action: Three Ethics Committee Liasons placed in Site-19. Effect: Site-19’s surrounding area is now classified as a freshwater swamp. Action: Ethics Committee meeting delayed in favor of O4 Court seminar. Effect: Site-19 experiences heavy flooding, requiring temporary evacuation. Action: Censure of Site-20’s acting Director for improper workplace behavior. Effect: Swampland spreads to Site-24 and Site-180, as well as encompassing multiple towns in the nearby vicinity. Action: Amnesticisation and release of Ethics Committee Advisor for continually subverting Overseer order. Effect: Site-19, Site-24, and Site-180 all flood entirely, causing multiple containment breaches and requiring complete evacuation. Rain has now persisted for 200 hours without stopping. Action: Proposal to disband the O4 Court to streamline Foundation operations. Effect: [COUNTRY REDACTED] experiences a tropical cyclone, flooding multiple major cities, rivers, and lakes, and requiring mass evacuation. Foundation operations were placed on red alert. Action: Proposal to defund the Ethics Committee due to obsolescence, inefficacy, and embezzling Foundation funds for malicious purposes. Effect: Global Sea levels were observed to rise by 0.104 millimeters, approximately 1200% the average daily sea level increase. To: charlesgeorgia@site19 From: hillarymelaine@site19 Subject: SCP-6264 and Us. Dear Charles, This has gone on long enough. We need to put a stop to this. It's unfair to the people around us. I know I'm not the paragon of morality, but we can't keep hurting them just to keep playing this stupid game. Please think about this and get back to me. I hope you'll understand. Regards, Hillary To: hillarymelaine@site19 From: charlesgeorgia@site19 Subject: Re:SCP-6264 and Us. Hello Hillary. Yes, I know our arguments are causing people pain. I also know that we work for the Foundation. Ergo, it is not my responsibility to babysit people I have never met and never will meet. I have better things to be doing, like containing anomalies. The greater good and all that. If you really want to help people, here's how you do it. Our anomaly is a two-way system. Therefore, if one of us were to resign from our position and never return, the effects would halt immediately, yes? I, myself, have an image to maintain. And the last thing we both want is people finding out. Please think about this. Do not bother getting back to me. I hope you'll understand. Charles Georgia, Site-19 Director's Office, Site-19 To: charlesgeorgia@site19 From: hillarymelaine@site19 Subject: Re:Re:SCP-6264 and Us. Dear Charles, Please reconsider what you are doing. It is not too late to resolve our differences diplomatically — this situation can benefit everyone, even you. I will be attending the O4 Court seminar next week on December 4th, and I would very much like to speak to you in person afterward. Please come. Regards, Hillary ALERT: This email has not been delivered for any of the following reasons: Scheduled Server Maintenance, Internal Server Error, or, The Recipient Has Blocked This Contact. Please try again later. On 12/12/64, SCP-6264-M resigned from her Ethics Committee Coordinator position and requested a permanent transfer to Site-46, over 2000km from Site-19. Immediately after her resignation and transfer were accepted, all previously observed SCP-6264 phenomena affecting Site-19 and its surrounding area ceased. No SCP-6264 phenomena have been observed since. Addendum 3: On 15/12/64, an anonymous tip was received by the Foundation Complaints Office, accusing SCP-6264-G of abusing his position's power within the Foundation hierarchy, corruption, embezzlement, and, most notably, impersonation of Foundation personnel. Due to certain classified details included within the report that aligned with Foundation Level 4 Documentation, an investigation was commissioned. Moreover, the report specifically requested a member of the Countermemetics Division conduct the investigation. One week later, Memetics Agent Thomas Pinmen was instructed to arrive at SCP-6264-G's office for an interview. SCP-6264-G was informed that said interview was part of a routine Foundation security questionnaire regarding the reconstruction of Site-19's West Wing. Pinmen's position as a Memetics Agent was also hidden. The interview can be seen in full below. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6264-G: About time. You're late, Pinmen. Pinmen stands in the doorway, looking around the room, before spotting SCP-6264-G. SCP-6264-G: Take a seat. Pinmen looks at SCP-6264-G, confused. He peers out the doorway for a moment before pulling out his phone. SCP-6264-G: Hello? After a minute, Pinmen looks up at SCP-6264-G, an eyebrow raised. Apprehensively, he sits down. SCP-6264-G: Thank you for taking the time to see me. The event has undoubtedly been puzzling to all of us. I'm glad we can have a professional in the field take a good look at it. Pinmen stares at SCP-6264-G impatiently. He then looks around the room. SCP-6264-G: Ahem? Can you hear me? Pinmen looks at SCP-6264-G briefly before glancing around the room and diverting his attention to his phone. After a moment, Pinmen stands up and holds his phone to his ear. Pinmen: Yeah, I don't know where he is. I thought the hotshot director was supposed to be here. The only thing in here is some toad. SCP-6264-G: Hey, sit down. We're in an interview. Pauses. Pinmen: I don't know what to tell you. He isn't here. SCP-6264-G: Who are you talking to? Are you deaf? Pinmen looks at SCP-6264-G and back to the door. Pinmen: This damn toad won't stop croaking. I can't seem to find a tank. Does this thing belong to Director Georgia anyways? SCP-6264-G: (Raises his voice) Are you deaf? Sit down, goddammit! The person on the other end of the call talks for some time. SCP-6264-G continues shouting. Pinmen: Wait, where? Pinmen looks around anxiously. Pinmen: I'm telling you, he isn't here… Pinmen looks at SCP-6264-G, appearing horrified. Slowly, Pinmen walks over to SCP-6264-G and lowers the phone to his level. SCP-6264-G: Who is this ditz calling? Pauses. SCP-6264-G: Martha! How are you? How's the wife? Good? Yes, well, I'm not. (Pauses) Yeah, well, you sent me a faulty agent. This buck has been ignoring me the entire time. (Pauses) It's either your fault or his! Someone's taking responsibility around here, and I don't care who! I'll have his ass fired, you get that? Pauses. SCP-6264-G: Okay… Yes. I understand. I… apologize for raising my voice. Those freaks over at HR do get in the way of things, yeah- yeah. (Pauses) Oh, is that so? Indeed. Mhm. Yes, yes. (Pauses) No, I haven't heard the news. You'd think they'd tell me these things, considering who I am, but— yeah? Cool. Pinmen, confused, sets the phone on the chair beside SCP-6264-G and walks over to his seat, slumping into it. Two minutes of conversation between SCP-6264-G and the call recipient have been omitted for brevity. SCP-6264-G: Good to hear, Martha. Have a good weekend. (Pauses) Okay, you too. Hanging up now. SCP-6264-G attempts to press a button to disconnect the call, but his finger slips off the glass screen. SCP-6264-G: Eh, it's your phone. You do it. SCP-6264-G abruptly dismounts from his chair and hops out of the room. Slowly, Pinmen picks up his phone and brings it to his ear. Pinmen: I think there's something in the water. [END LOG] Following this interview, Pinmen filed a report addressed to the O5 Council claiming that SCP-6264-G is, in fact, a member of the Cane Toad species. Despite his refutes, the O5 Council launched a thorough investigation into the matter, as Director Georgia had previously been suspected of malpractice. Pinmen's report was soon validated, and SCP-6264-G has since been removed from his position, being released into Site-24's sentient animal enclosure per Ethics Committee recommendation. Furthermore, SCP-6264-M's position on the Ethics Committee was reinstated upon Georgia's dismissal, as her efficiency and adherence to Foundation values — now no longer hindered by the anomaly — are considered of immense value. On 12/11/68, a vote to move SCP-6264-M to Level-5 Clearance passed the O5 Command, and she has since become a permanent member. Image available. – hide block The O5 Command, circa 1969. – hide block ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6264" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6264. 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: Men_in_Suits.jpg Author: Harry Walker License: CC 0 1.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Denied by Overseer order.
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Item#: 6265 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Area directly above SCP-6265. Special Containment Procedures: The land directly above SCP-6265 has been purchased by a Foundation cover corporation, and all intruders are to be apprehended, interrogated, and amnesticized as appropriate. All entrances to SCP-6265 save the main one are to be thoroughly sealed off by construction personnel. A security checkpoint is to be established at the main entrance of SCP-6265, and all personnel moving in or out are to be logged. Communication with SCP-6265-1 is currently assigned to Doctor Mary Maris. Analysis of the interior of SCP-6265 is currently underway by research staff. Until the purposes of all mechanisms within SCP-6265 have been ascertained, they are not to be interfered with. Full mapping of SCP-6265 is still underway by exploratory teams. Description: SCP-6265 is a massive, underground facility located several kilometers below the surface of Paimpont Forest, Brittany, France. It is accessible through several hidden entrances embedded in the forest's undergrowth, five of which have been currently discovered, although further entrances are believed to exist. Research indicates that SCP-6265 is an artifact of Camelot, an anomalous nation which existed in the British Isles and surrounding territories during the fifth and sixth centuries, C.E. In terms of appearance, SCP-6265 primarily consists of a winding network of tunnels around a central point, with security doors and cameras spread throughout the complex. Despite the great length of time since SCP-6265's estimated construction, the facility is still active and operating, with fully functional lights and automatic doors. The means by which the facility draws power is currently unclear, with numerous cables stemming from SCP-6265 leading directly into the dirt and vegetation above it. Evidence suggests that SCP-6265 was constructed around a large chamber directly in the centre of the complex, visible through several sturdy portholes. This internal chamber appears to be filled with a translucent orange liquid, samples of which have been confirmed to possess potent life-extending and mnestic properties. Floating within this chamber is a female human figure, perpetually in the foetal position, with a long black cord connecting to the base of her neck from one of the chamber's inner walls. This female figure is designated SCP-6265-1, and identifies as 'Guinevere'. SCP-6265-1 is capable of textually communicating via the monitors present throughout the facility. She appears to be cognizant of all events within SCP-6265 in view of security cameras, and is also capable of manipulating the facility via remote use of security doors and other mechanisms. In addition, she has demonstrated the ability to form highly advanced 'incubators' out of the walls of the complex at its own discretion. At present, SCP-6265-1 is cooperative with personnel, and has freely volunteered information regarding SCP-6265's history and purpose. According to SCP-6265-1, SCP-6265 was constructed as a production facility for genetically engineered human beings by the Camelot monarchy. These humans were supposedly generated using the ruling king's genetic material as a base. Further alterations were directed and applied by SCP-6265-1 on a case-by-case basis depending on the purpose of the organism. Testimony provided by SCP-6265-1 suggests these requested applications could vary greatly, from the common purpose of war to more specialized areas of technical repair and diplomacy. Addendum 6265-1 (Interview 6265-1) Following discovery and initial observation of SCP-6265-1, the following interview was conducted via text using the monitors spread throughout SCP-6265. Note that interaction had taken place prior to this recorded interview: as such, some information is restated for ease of understanding. <Guinevere> Your name is Maris, yes? I've remembered this correctly? <User> That's correct. <Guinevere> And I am Guinevere — although I suppose that is obvious. A great deal of time has passed since I last received visitors. Does the world still follow the turning light of Stielenōt? <UserMaris> I don't <UserMaris> Oh, I see you've updated the name. <UserMaris> I don't think I've heard of an entity by that name before. Can you describe it for me? <Guinevere> Where to begin? Stielenōt is the day and the night and the transition process between the two. He is steel and industry and the light of wisdom. He constructed the world in perfect unity, with all components in their proper ratios. He is the almighty father and administrator of this reality. <Guinevere> He is the divine apex. He is the machine made perfect. He is the metal star that births mankind. <UserMaris> That's a very passionate description. I believe this deity is something worshipped by some in our modern world, too: though it's called the Broken God now. <Guinevere> Oh. The heresy persists, then. <UserMaris> Heresy? <Guinevere> A story for another day. I believe you were curious about the purpose of this facility? <UserMaris> Yes. According to you, your kingdom's religion was based around worship of the mechanical, of steel and industry. When we first initiated communication with you, you also indicated this facility was designed to gestate and produce human beings. <UserMaris> I'm just having trouble seeing how those things match. <Guinevere> Humans are machines constructed from meat. The distinction is irrelevant. <UserMaris> Is that the same logic that led to your… imprisonment here? Are you being imprisoned? <Guinevere> Not at all. I chose this for myself. It was the hope of any child of Camelot to be of use to the almighty King, chosen of Stielenōt. Four tried before me, but I alone survived integration. <UserMaris> And how exactly were you 'of use'? <Guinevere> A King is nothing without a dynasty, but our monarch was unable — he had given too much of his body to his divine patron. Think of my mind as a single cog in a great mechanism. It is my task to imagine the King's children, to direct the machinery to create what is needed for the task at hand. It is a task I have performed for many years now. <UserMaris> And you do this… what, forever? If you've been here since the time of Camelot, that's more than a thousand years. When does the work stop? <Guinevere> The work does not stop. I have devoted my body and soul and my eternity to my King forevermore. That is my happiness. The King will return when the nation has need of him once again. I have faith that day will come. My work will be required once more. <Guinevere> Please, feel free to walk these halls. It is not what it once was, but I will still be glad of company. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. <Guinevere> But for now, let me sleep and dream of the future. Addendum 6265-2 (Exploratory Notes) Throughout exploration of SCP-6265, several used incubators have been found in various areas of the facility. It is believed these incubators were previously utilized to gestate and birth the humans generated by SCP-6265. Monitors next to these incubators log information regarding their former occupants, and SCP-6265-1 has also proved willing to provide testimony regarding them. The following is a record of incubators located thus far. Incubator discovered on a wall near the entrance of SCP-6265. Unlike the majority of subsequent incubators, which are human-sized, this initial incubator is roughly the size of a human fist. NAME Gwydre PURPOSE Experiment ASPECT Son STATUS Deceased VISAGE "A small and wretched thing. He twitches meekly. Through his sacrifice, a dynasty is born." <Guinevere> Oh, Gwydre… <UserMaris> If this is upsetting, we don't have to discuss this here and now. <Guinevere> No. There's no issue. <Guinevere> It had to be confirmed that the Royal Nursery would actually function. I was directed to create a test case, a simple and short-lived thing. Long-term stability was not a concern. He was born dying. <Guinevere> I sang to him as he passed. Incubator discovered in a hallway above SCP-6265-1's chamber. Incubator protruded from the ceiling of the hallway. NAME Hilde PURPOSE Engineer ASPECT Daughter STATUS Deceased VISAGE "Her body is long and lithe, so as to slip and weave between the organs of mighty war-machines. Her head lacks hair that could snag, and her eyes peer unburdened by the dark. Her skull swells against the pressure of her brain. Her bones are flexible like water and the fluids shed from her skin make her shine in the sunlight." "She forgets nothing." <Guinevere> The army of Camelot was the wonder of the age. Arthur led the charge, his armour intersecting with him and sustaining his life, white plates glinting in the sun. His augmented steed galloped with such speed that it could run along the water. <Guinevere> Oh, my King. Oh, my King. <UserMaris> Guinevere? <Guinevere> Forgive me. Such gallantry. Behind Arthur flew the hundred banners of Stielenōt, crested by the mighty war machines. Walking castles, sufficient to crush villages beneath their feet. Nothing could stop the march of Camelot. Nothing could stop the march of progress. <Guinevere> But, occasionally, the march would slow. <UserMaris> Why? <Guinevere> Technical malfunction. A perfect machine would never break down, but even our mighty engines were hollow imitations of Stielenōt's glory. But that in itself opened up a new spectacle. <Guinevere> Like worker ants, the engineers would pour forth and begin their repairs. They would writhe their ways between gears and cogs, their slippery bodies granting them great speed as they worked their way through to the damaged parts. It took only minutes at a time for the error to be corrected. <Guinevere> No hands would be faster than those of Hilde, however. No problem was beyond her brilliance. No obstacle beyond her reach. <Guinevere> Oh, my daughter. Oh, my daughter. They never came back to visit. Incubator discovered in a hallway below SCP-6265-1's chamber. Incubator protruded from the wall and was approximately fifteen feet tall. The glass of the incubator appeared to have been smashed — upon examination, it was determined this was done from the inside. NAME Amr PURPOSE Destroyer ASPECT Son STATUS Deceased VISAGE "His hair is flowing black and coats his body like a shawl. His skull pushes up before his face in the manner of a mask or helmet. He was born diminutive as an infant, but decides his own size with arbitrary passion. At times, he is six feet tall, sometimes nine, sometimes twelve, sometimes fifteen. When he roars, the land shakes." "To Camelot he is a titan worthy of admiration, to Camelot's enemies he is the ogre of a nightmare house." <Guinevere> Many times after Arthur accepted Stielenōt as the father and administrator of this world, he would face rebellions from the blind. At first. these were worshippers of the obsolete divinities — easily crushed with steel and flame — but as the truth soaked into the land, the nature of these adversaries changed. <UserMaris> How so? <Guinevere> Even our notion of Stielenōt was but a simple interpretation of the absolute mechanism. It is no surprise that, with time, alternate interpretations would arise. The rebels that plagued Camelot for many years followed a rusted, shattered god — a wretched malfunctioning thing that was the source of all human misery. They believed it was their duty to repair this dying deity, so as to perfect this flawed universe. <UserMaris> I don't see how that requires war. <Guinevere> At first, neither did I. But the King is never mistaken. Camelot was founded on Stielenōt's supremacy. To cast aspersions on that is to deny Camelot itself. Traitors cannot be suffered to live. I'm sure you understand this as well. <Guinevere> Hello? <UserMaris> I believe we were discussing the incubator our crews found yesterday? 'Amr', the name was? <Guinevere> The rebels were sometimes formidable. Excellent soldiers were needed for battle. Augmentation of the body sufficed for a time, but the time came when a better class of warrior was necessary. <Guinevere> Amr was born to destroy Camelot's enemies. He smashed fortresses, burnt villages, devoured mighty knights. Once that was accomplished, there was no further need for him to exist. <UserMaris> He died? <Guinevere> Arthur slew him, and the land was broken from their clash. I asked that his bones be returned, but my King could not spare the men. There was a great deal to be done, after all. I understood. <Guinevere> I understood. Incubator discovered in a massive room located directly above SCP-6265-1's chamber. Incubator was elevated slightly by a pedestal beneath it, but was itself estimated to be only four feet tall. NAME Archfedd PURPOSE Beloved ASPECT Child STATUS Deceased VISAGE "Their hair is white and billows down to the ground like snow. Their features are fair and heavenly, so as to inspire devotion. Their voice is song, so as to inspire the people's love. Their four eyes shine black with cosmic wisdom. At times, they choose to float above the ground." "When they spread their four arms wide and preach, the whole world must listen. It is required of them." <Guinevere> Archfedd was a fine child. The final product achieved the brief perfectly. I could not hope for more pride as a mother. <UserMaris> If you don't mind me asking, then, what was this brief? Their purpose is listed as 'Beloved'. What use is that in a mechanical kingdom? <Guinevere> It is vital. <UserMaris> In what way? <Guinevere> As machines need fuel, humans need morale. There is nothing more inspiring than a being of beauty and wisdom to pledge your sword to. Armies would charge to their deaths for Archfedd's smile. They did. <UserMaris> Propaganda, then? That was the intention? <Guinevere> If that is what it means to be beloved, then certainly. There was not a soul in Camelot that could deny Archfedd's requests, bar Anselaus. <UserMaris> Anselaus? <Guinevere> The chief engineer of this place, before the fall of the kingdom, before your people assumed those duties. He held certain affections for me. As it did not impact his work, I saw no need to dissuade him. My decision was incorrect. <UserMaris> I take it that it did impact his work — eventually. <Guinevere> Yes. At some point, he acquired the notion that my duty was something I required rescuing from. Nonsense. He took steps to sabotage this facility, to betray the King. He poisoned the mind of my finalborn in that effort. He thought revolution the ideal way to give me my supposed freedom. <UserMaris> Your finalborn? We're still talking about Archfedd here? <Guinevere> No. Of course not. Archfedd was always the king's favourite. When they fell <Guinevere> When they <Guinevere> When they fell <Guinevere> I'm sorry. I will not speak of this further. Incubator discovered in a small room located far below SCP-6265-1's chamber, in a separate section accessible via ladder. The room itself was behind numerous sealed doors that had to be breached via drill. NAME Mordred PURPOSE Heir ASPECT Bastard STATUS Living VISAGE "His hair is short and dark across his head like that of a bear. In his right hand he holds the killing light, and from his left he births the dread sword Clarent. He is four-eyed and seven-fingered. When he roars, he shakes the earth, but he does not roar often as he is of the serpent's kind. The king's blood is still upon his blade." "He will know that you have found this." <Guinevere> Mordred the Red-Stepped. They say he is the lowest scum in all the world. They say he brings the end of days. They say that he will never die. <UserMaris> 'They' say this? What about you? What do you think? <Guinevere> What do I think? What would you think of the person who ran your beloved through, who destroyed your kingdom, who tore down your world? <Guinevere> Hello? <UserMaris> I would say it depends on the reason. <Guinevere> Yes. <Guinevere> I think it would depend on the reason as well. Addendum 6265-3 (Incident 6265-1) On 19/01/2022, new advances were made in the full mapping of SCP-6265. By clearing heavy amounts of vegetation that had grown through one of the complex's walls, personnel were able to gain access to a previously unknown secondary entrance to SCP-6265. During exploration of this secondary entrance, heavily decayed human remains were recovered. This corpse was clad in a highly advanced — if decayed — form of mechanical armour, and dating indicates the individual likely perished thousands of years prior. When located, the corpse was still holding a steel tablet engraved with hundreds of rows of small characters. These characters corresponded to no known language, but when they were presented to SCP-6265-1, it responded with the following: <Guinevere> PRODUCTION ORDER RECEIVED <Guinevere> OH MY KING OH MY KING <Guinevere> OH BLESSED BEDIVERE YOUR MISSION COMPLETE <Guinevere> OH MY KING OH MY KING <Guinevere> CAMELOT RISES The following day, a new incubation chamber emerged from the wall directly outside of SCP-6265-1's chamber. Details are presented below. NAME Arthur PURPOSE King ASPECT Father STATUS Growing VISAGE "Magnificent." Observation is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6265" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6265. 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: scpwoods.jpg Name: La-Forêt-de-Broceliande-Octobre-2020 Author: Erwan Corre License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Red Light, Green Light 2/6266 LEVEL 2/6266 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6266 Safe SCP-6266 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6266 is currently placed on Site-94's east road. The road is blocked to all civilians with the exception of Level 3 staff, who are allowed to operate SCP-6266 in order to ship any anomalous objects to other Foundation Sites. Description: SCP-6266 refers to a standard VCRSS traffic signal with a non-functioning amber light. When a vehicle transverses under SCP-6266 while it is displaying a green light, said vehicle and its contents will spontaneously transport after a bright white flash of light to a location of the driver's choice. Test Logs: SCP-6266's research head is Dr. Michael Sefiraph. The majority of tests were conducted by him. Subject: Researcher Michael Sefiraph Desired Destination: Site-19. Test Record: Dr. Sefiraph waited for the green light to turn on, and drove under SCP-6266. Subsequently, Dr. Sefiraph and his car were reported at Site-19's parking lot, and no abnormalities were noticed. Subject: D-8812 Desired Destination: Site-94's Parking while carrying a battery and another functional VCRSS signal. Test Record: D-8812 drove under SCP-6266 while the anomaly's green light was on, prior to manifesting on Site-94's parking lot. Suddenly, the signal within the car began duplicating until the car was buried under traffic signals. Dr. Sefiraph, noticing the danger of the situation, brought a Scranton Reality Anchor from Site-94, which caused all the stoplights to demanifest except the original. D-8812 escaped the vehicle in time. Said stoplight was subsequently contained. Subject: D-8812 Desired Destination: Three Portlands presumed disregarded by subject; see below. Test Record: D-8812 was asked to think about getting to Three Portlands while driving under SCP-6266. After being spontaneously transported, D-8821 and his car were transported 100 meters back onto the same road. He then tried to run over Site-94's research staff, but couldn't succeed. The car was then disabled via gunfire by MTFs on the spot, resulting in the car coming to a halt. D-8812 has been replaced in his cell at Site-94. Closing Statement: I now understand that testing with this anomaly should only be made with normal staff or, if we find one, with a trustworthy D-Class. — Dr. Sefiraph Subject: Dr. Cameron Abbett Desired Destination: Site-22's Parking while carrying a GPS. Test Record: Dr. Abbett drove onto SCP-6266 while the green light was on, and subsequently spawned within a free slot of Site-22's parking. GPS recorded that Dr. Abbett drove through Greenland via unknown means, crossed the North Pole, and somehow drove onto Site-22, in Vladivostok, Russia. Closing Statement: This is really interesting. It was first believed that the vehicle and passenger re-materialized instantly at the desired destination. However, this test might indicate that subject vehicles have driven conventionally to reach their destinations, despite this contradicting the instantaneous nature of the event. — Dr. Sefiraph Okay, that's cool and all but, hum… How the hell do I go back now? — Dr. Abbett Subject: Dr. Felix O.U. Desired Destination: Eurtec's streets, while carrying a mobile Scranton Reality Anchor. Test Record: Dr. Felix O.U. drove onto SCP-6266 while its green light was on. Results were deemed inconclusive, as Dr. Felix O.U.'s car began levitating and spinning, prior to imploding and disappearing from reality. Dr. Felix O.U.'s camera recorded him lying on a mangled sofa at a scrapyard; this location is currently unknown. Closing Statement: It keeps getting weirder and weirder… — Dr. Sefiraph Subject: D-8812 Desired Destination: Unknown. Test Record: D-8812 escaped his cell after a containment breach occurred at Site-94. He later stole the keys of Dr. Perk's car and, having gained knowledge of SCP-6266 via testing, subsequently escaped and drove under SCP-6266 prior to the car's disappearance. D-8812's current location is unknown. Subject: Dr. Anna Perk Desired Destination: D-8812's location. Test Record: Dr. Anna Perk and a Foundation test car were transported to Marseilles, France. Upon arriving, the car drove into D-8812 and killed him on impact. Subject: Dr. Eric Charles Desired Destination: Unknown. Test Record: Following a birthday party inside of Site-94, Dr. Charles was noticed driving around while being affected by alcohol. He drove three times around Site-94. In the fourth turn, SCP-6266's light changed to green and Dr. Charles's car was spontaneously transported after driving under it, along with him. Dr. Charles was reported at an alcohol rehab center. Since the car was unusable following teleportation, Dr. Charles called a friend for a ride home. Closing Statement: Contrary to popular belief, this was an intentional test. I just wanted to see what would happen when someone affected by alcohol used SCP-6266. Now we know, thanks to me. —Dr. Charles Subject: Gallus gallus domesticus (Domestic Chicken) Desired Destination: Unknown. Test Record: The chicken was placed on a remotely controllable car GPS trackable by SCP-6266's research team. After the green light, the car rolled under the anomaly and spontaneously teleported. The car was then found in a chicken coop, where the car crashed into it, allowing several chickens to escape from the coop, no chickens were injured. Site-94 paid the coop's owner for all the damages. Closing Statement: I must say, this chicken tried to save his brothers. It's funny and impressive at the same time. — Dr. Sefiraph Subject: Coeus.aic1 Desired Destination: Unknown2. Test Record: As asked, Coeus.aic drove the car and passed under the anomaly. However, no teleportation occurred. Instead, its artificial body was found inert and motionless. Coeus.aic was not found anywhere inside the prototype's memory card. Coeus.aic's current state is unknown. Closing Statement: Ok, hum, update: Coeus.aic consciousness was found in a microwave at the cafeteria of Site-94. It seems to love his new home. We now have a talking microwave, great. — Dr. Sefiraph Subject: Researcher Michael Sefiraph Desired Destination: Going way back. Test Record: Dr. Sefiraph was successfully transported spontaneously. However, Dr. Sefiraph and his car were not found anywhere and Dr. Sefiraph was reported missing soon after. A few days later, a new prehistoric art drawing dating back to 30,000 BC. has been discovered, possibly related to testing with SCP-6266. All of the archaeologists present when the art was discovered were given Class C amnestics. + Show image - Hide image Research is ongoing. Closing Statement: Further testing with SCP-6266 is now overruled to avoid any sort of temporal paradox — Delta-T Footnotes 1. Subject was provided with a provisional, physical robotic prototype adjusted for artificial intelligences. 2. Coeus.aic was asked to think about a place where it would want to be. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6266" by Felixou and Roundabouts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6266. 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-6267
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neutralized
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5/6267 LEVEL 5/6267 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6267 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6267 has been neutralized, no direct containment procedures are necessary. Of note: the volatility and high suggestibility of ontological conditions in artificially stabilized areas of Scrantonian unreality are known to cause unexpected anomalous phenomena, even under the influence of Reality Anchors. Common causes of such phenomena include the writing or uttering of simile and metaphor, idioms, homophones and homonyms, which can influence local reality even when used in incomplete sentences. Furthermore, the phenomenon of retroactive causality may make such events difficult to recognize and make their catalysts difficult to identify. Description: SCP-6267 is the designation given to several hundred small circular orange objects of unknown composition which entered the area of stabilized unreality surrounding Exclusionary Site-30 at 3548 UFT1 on January 7, 2017. Due to the Site's location outside of baseline reality and high security, this event was grounds for an emergency lockdown; the situation was escalated when the objects were observed to vocalize, talking amongst themselves, shouting, and chanting slogans calling for the closure of the Site2. When the objects converged on the Site's main hatch, the external Reality Anchors surrounding it were automatically deactivated to prevent forced entry. All objects were jettisoned into the Scrantonian pocket reality surrounding Exclusionary Site-30; as none have been recovered, SCP-6267 was declared neutralized before proper containment could be achieved. Upon the easing of the lockdown, Site Director Maurice Simmons ordered an investigation into the circumstances surrounding SCP-6267 and sent a request to the Overseer Council urging the temporary closure of the Site and discontinuation of all testing and containment within until conditions were deemed stable. Per Simmons' demand, the closure of Exclusionary Site-30 was authorized. Footnotes 1. Universal Foundation Time 2. Such slogans included "S-C-P aren't G-O-D" and "Three-oh must go" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6267" by Tyumen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6267. 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-6268
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neutralized
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Item: SCP-6268 Object Class: Neutralized Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6268 are stored in a LEVEL 5 - Anomalous Item Security Container at Site-54 indefinitely. Access to SCP-6268 is prohibited for all personnel. Description: SCP-6268 designates an anomalous entity, successfully terminated by Foundation forces on the 16th November 2009. The remains of SCP-6268 showcase no paranormal and/or thaumaturgical activity, and their liquidation was verified by Foundation scientists and parathanatologists1. LEVEL 4 - Clearance Required For Inspection Of Records. KEYWORD ACCEPTED The following information is classified under LEVEL 4 - clearance due to its confidential nature regarding the relationship between the SCP-Foundation and the Federal Republic of Germany. S C P - D. E. C. O. Department of Enhanced Containment Operations SCP-6268 [07092008]: Item: SCP-6268 Object Class: Uncontained Special Containment Procedures: As the acting mayor of Wilheim, SCP-6268 is not to be contained or encumbered otherwise. All operations that would hinder SCP-6268 in their role as mayor of Wilheim are precautionarily prohibited, unless a Broken Masquerade-Scenario has to be prevented or a change of status regarding the foreign-policy agenda of Wilheim is observed. If such events occur, SCP-6268 will be reclassified as an antagonistic Keter object, and further procedures will be compiled accordingly. Description: SCP-6268 designates the Erlkanzler2, a powerful sidhe entity born in the late 17th century in Northern Europe (presumably Norway). Between 1919 and 1920, in the aftermath of World War I, SCP-6268 and their following, likewise-minded sidhe and similar fae subjects, managed to take control of Wilheim, a massive aerial eigenweapon created by the German Empire between 1912 and 19173. Under the order of SCP-6268, Wilheim was rebuilt as a floating city-state, operating as a self-proclaimed sanctuary for paranormal beings and human subjects affiliated with the anomalous. Following several disputes between SCP-6268, the government of West Germany, the Global Occult Coalition and the Foundation, Wilheim was officially recognized as an allied and independent geopolitical entity in 1977. ORDER 6268_05072009 of the O5 Council: Per unanimous decision of the O5 Council, the containment procedures of the subject designated SCP-6268 were reassessed and evaluated as following: SCP-6268 reclassified as an antagonistic Keter-object. The termination of SCP-6268 before December 2009 is to be planned, conceptualized and executed by the Department of Enhanced Containment Operations. [CLASSIFIED PER UPDATED SECURITY POLICIES] Strategic Plan Discussion - Department of Enhanced Containment Operations 07.07.2009 Participant Department Position Dermot Skolnik Enhanced Containment Operations Director Aadrian Twentyman Enhanced Containment Operations Executive Vice-Director Lizbeth Nedergaard Enhanced Containment Operations Secretary of the Planning Office Sylvester Poindexter Enhanced Containment Operations, Neurophysiological Research Head Scientific Advisor Start of Discussion: 11:01 AM, 07.07.2009 [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION UNRELATED TO SCP-6268 REMOVED FOR BREVITY.] Skolnik: The next point on our list are … the updated containment procedures of SCP-6268. Poindexter: What object is that? I do not recall we ever dealt with this number before. Skolnik: It's the Erlkanzler, Syl. Poindexter: You … mean that fairy king? The one who rules over this giant zeppelin-city? Skolnik: Exactly. And they are no fairy, Syl, it is called a sidhe. Poindexter: But it is a fairy, right? Or fae or whatever? Skolnik: Most researchers do call them fae nowadays. Don't they, Aadrian? Twentyman: Maybe … Nedergaard: Regardless what we call them - why are we talking about SCP-6268 now? Skolnik: According to our superiors, we were tasked with the immediate liquidation of SCP-6268. Nedergaard: Excuse me? Twentyman: A liquidation? That is unexpected. SCP-6268 is an ally of our organization. Why was this order given? Skolnik: I do not possess this information, Aadrian. But it is urgent, and they must perish before the end of this year. Poindexter: Specifically this year? Skolnik: Yes. So we have … four to five months to go. Nedergaard: I do not understand - why is this necessary? Skolnik: They will have their reasons, Lizzy. Twentyman: Reasons you do not know or you cannot tell us? Skolnik: I propose an assassination, carried out by a third party. This way - Nedergaard: One moment, Dermot. Just to be clear - we are talking about killing an allied political leader right now, yes? Skolnik: Liquidating, Lizzy. Poindexter: You lot and your nice words. Nedergaard: But why? Skolnik: The reasoning behind this discussion will not be debated here. It was decided by the O5 council, all we have to do is working out the means of execution. Poindexter: We sure do. I agree with the assassination proposal. If they want it to be done secretly, we can indeed commission someone who is specialized in the neutralization of such … beings. It would probably be much cheaper than doing it on our own, anyways. Wilheim is massive - Nedergaard: Wilheim doesn't even possess weapons anymore! It - it is a pacifistic city state, it poses no threat to anyone! Twentyman: Where is Wilheim positioned, right now? Skolnik: Over the Baltic Sea. Poindexter: Lizzy does have a point. Wilheim is tightly connected to the rest of the Veiled World. Deer College, Hy-Brasil - one of my neurologists lived there for over ten years. We must ensure that no-one else is going to be harmed in this operation. Best we maintain our good relationship to Wilheim. The city will survive an act like this - won't it, Aadrian? Twentyman: The Erlkanzler has ruled for a long time. But there are suitable successors, many of whom have no illwill towards the Foundation … even after all the violence inflicted to their kin. Nedergaard: And now we do it all over again! Poindexter: It is just one fae, Lizzy. Nedergaard: We don't even know why! Twentyman: Agreeing with Lizzy, SCP-6268 has aided us in the neutralization of the geode. Ordering their assassination does appear to be … heartless of us. Poindexter: The geode? Skolnik: The hell heart4, Syl. Poindexter: Oh really? He did that, eh? Nedergaard: Am I the only one here who is appalled by this decision? Skolnik: Please calm yourself, Lizzy. None of us feel any kind of pleasure, talking about something cruel like this. Poindexter: If they concluded his death, then it must be of essential nature. More harm must come from letting him live. Twentyman: Yes … probably, yes. Skolnik: I propose we assign this task to the Azure Eyes. Nedergaard: Dermot, you cannot be serious! Poindexter: Azure Eyes? Why them? Nedergaard: These - these monsters! Dermot, have you forgotten what they have done? Skolnik: I didn't, Lizzy, and this is why I proposed them. Poindexter: Dermot, we have no doubts in their … capabilities, surely we do not - Nedergaard: Capabilities?! Rapists and murderers, this is who they are! The thought alone, to - to pay these wretches! Poindexter: Aggravating. Nedergaard: No! No, Dermot, this is unacceptable! Twentyman: On the other hand, they always delivered. Azure Eyes have, so far, never failed before. Poindexter: Before? Nedergaard: Aadrian - Twentyman: The Foundation commissioned Azure Eyes about two years ago, to eliminate a high-ranking member of the Chaos Insurgency. Skolnik: We did? Aadrian, do you know who was - Nedergaard: This just has to be joke! Twentyman: It is not. Poindexter: But when we already have a business connection with them, there surely must also be a bid? Nedergaard: A … a bid? Poindexter: This whole operation might become much cheaper if we use this old communication channel the Foundation has established. Do you know which department came into contact with Azure Eyes? Twentyman: External Affairs. Skolnik: Of course. Poindexter: Excellent. We should reach out to them as soon as possible. Skolnik: I actually intended to use one of our own contacts - we have a former middleman of Azure Eyes in our cells right now - but this seems to be the more constructive approach. I will finalize a draft proposal until tomorrow and send it to External Affairs - without any descriptions about our target, of course. Twentyman: Very good. Poindexter: Well, that was fast. Can we take a break, the motor for my exoskeleton legs needs an oil change5. Skolnik: Syl, transferring your brain into this horrid machinery was one of the worst ideas anyone ever had. Poindexter: Infidels, the lot of you. Infidels all together. Twentyman: I could use a short break as well. Skolnik: Fifteen minutes, then? Lizzy, what about you? Nedergaard: I - yes, yes. Fifteen - fifteen minutes will be alright. [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION UNRLEATED TO SCP-6268 REMOVED FOR BREVITY.] Lizbeth Nedergaard was, after several voiced complaints regarding the contract between GOI-22222 and the Foundation, transferred to the Telecommunications Monitoring Office. Abstract of GOI-22222 AZURE EYES: A criminal organization specialised in the acquisition of valuable and often highly dangerous anomalous goods, as well as the liquidation of subjects immune to conventional means of violence. Azure Eyes was founded in 1999 and consists of no more than 30 members, all of which demonstrate thaumaturgically advanced abilities. The organization headquarters has been theorized to be located in Dubai, United Arab Emirates, but its members operate on a global scale. Information about the employers of Azure Eyes are sparse, but it is suspected the organization is mainly commissioned by the Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU), the Factory and Marshall, Carter and Dark. For further information, see CORPUS_GOI22222. [Documentation of establishing contact between the Foundation and GOI-22222 expunded according to updated security policies.] Meeting, Proposal and Confirmation of Order between the SCP-Foundation and GOI-22222 AZURE EYES - 15.07.2009 Negotiators: Aadrian Twentyman (Department of Enhanced Containment Operations), Getzel Rozencwaig (General Management) Location: The basement floor of an abandonded railway building in Cologne, Germany. Time point: 01:00 AM, 15.07.2009 Documentation: Arrival of Foundation personnel at 0:46 AM. The railway building was completey surrounded and secured by specialized forces at 0:51 AM. Twentyman and Rozencwaig entered the meeting place at 0:54 AM, and entered the basement floor at 0:55 AM. Twentyman: - on? Yes, it is working now. Rozencwaig: A little nervous, are we? Twentyman: I am not. Rozencwaig: Only agitated by the prospect of following Skolnik as new director of DECO, right? You are cool as ice, Aadrian. Twentyman: If you say so. Do you feel anything yet? Rozencwaig: Nothing at all. Just the sense of abandonment. We used to live in places like this, back then. Old castles and ranches, forgotten by your kind. Twentyman: Just like the Erlkanzler now resides in Wilheim? Rozencwaig: I am not troubled by this decision, if you want to allude to some moral conflict. Twentyman: Unlike Nedergaard. Rozencwaig: Being a fae means living in a neverending state of transformation. When I took this name from the original Getzel Rozencwaig, the Foundation didn't even exist, and now look at me. Stabbing our own in the back is rooted deep in sidhe blood - although we normally utilize actual knives, and not such criminal folk. Twentyman: Hm … Rozencwaig: Forget Nedergaard. She is too emotional. Not suited for our work. Twentyman: Emotional, maybe. Rozencwaig: And - they are coming. Two humanoids appear in the cellar. Both wear blue-coloured uniforms, blue helmets and suitcases. They hold hands at their arrival, but hastily move away from each other after they have fully materialized. The left humanoid is designated AE-014, the right is designated AE-015. The identities of both male subjects remain unknown. AE-015: Oh what a dump! Just look at all this rotten shit in here. AE-014: Quite feculent - password? Twentyman: Heaven and hell, dark waters, deep well.6 AE-014: Correct. It is a pleasure. AE-015: "Heaven and hell" - did you come up with that nonsense? AE-014: No. It appears we are a bit late, please excuse our tardiness. Twentyman: You are exactly on time. AE-014: I assume we are being monitored by your men, good sirs? Twentyman: We have this whole building surrounded, and we record and document every word you say and every movement you make. AE-015: Did you hear this? They have us surrounded. Fucking jailors, my god. AE-014: You must excuse my partner, his mouth is as foul as the dirt we are standing on. You contacted us last week, proclaiming that you have a … lucrative assignment for us. The assassination of a particular individual, a person of political importance? Rozencwaig: This is correct. AE-015: You also saw the fox in the suit talking, did you? AE-014: He is a fae, no reason to panic. Twentyman: We do hope so. Because your target is a fae as well. AE-014: Our organization has liquidated faes before. AE-015: Not that often, to tell the truth. AE-014: - but it should be no problem. AE-015: Depends on the fairy, though. And it will cost you. AE-014: Who is it? Twentyman: The Erlkanzler. You might know them as the alder-chancellor, the fae king of Wilheim. AE-015: The mayor of the zeppelin city? That blue-skinned fae, one big eye, stitched-up mouth, no hands7? Twentyman: According to our most recent information, this is how he should look like indeed. Rozencwaig: They are a powerful fae, with deep knowledge of the nocturne arts and teachings. And we will pay you appropriately for their … neutralization. AE-015: A fae king. That would be a first for us. AE-014: Please wait a moment, okay? AE-014 produces a blue-coloured smartphone and appears to communicate with an unknown individual via text messaging for about ten minutes. AE-014: Fifty-five million €. Thirty in advance, twenty-five after it is done. Twentyman: Might this be the appropriate price we just mentioned? AE-014: Correct. We give you this - - AE-014 hands his suitcase over to Twentyman. - AE-014: - and inside you will find the respective forms. Rozencwaig: Forms? AE-014: We demand detailed instructions and conditions, about the target, their location and the means of execution. You will deposit the suitcase at the location disclosed in the respective note, and we will carry out the assignment. Understood? Twentyman: And after the Erlkanzler has been liquidated? AE-014: You will be contacted for the outstanding payment. Rozencwaig: And … if you fail? AE-015: Then you can keep the rest. AE-014: We will not fail. AE-015: We never fail. Twentyman: Let us hope you are correct with this assumption. AE-014: If we fail, you know where to complain. AE-014 grabs the hand of AE-015 and both instantaneously vanish. Rozencwaig Impressive. Any idea how he just did that? Twentyman: No. Let's go back, Getzel, and bring this suitcase to Skolnik. Rozencwaig: Fifty-five million, that is quite the number. Twentyman: O5 demands the Erlkanzler to die. Like Poindexter noted, doing it ourselves will probably become even more expensive. Rozencwaig: Your word, Aadrian. Twentyman and Rozencwaig leave the building at 1:36 AM. The operation is terminated at 1:41 AM. The instructions in the suitcase given by AE-014 were strictly followed. Per decision of former DECO-director Skolnik, these procedures were not documented in the file at hand. Following the successful liquidation of SCP-6268, the received corpse was delivered by GOI-22222 members (designated AE-016 and AE-017) at Site-54 in a specialized container. According to AE-016, the remains of SCP-6268 were "contaminated", and later examination via Foundation researchers revealed the presence of a noxious substance, causing rapid cellular death upon exposure. Said substance has so far not been replicated or analyzed, and the corpse was transferred to a LEVEL 5 - Anomalous Item Security Container. SCP-6268 was killed by seven shots: one to the head, one to the heart, two into the liver, one to the spleen, two to the kidneys. No ammunition remained. Involved and participating personnel received total amnestic treatment. Public knowledge about the truth of SCP-6268's assassination is, to date, not existent. The populace of Wilheim believes in the misconception that SCP-6268 was abducted and murdered by a hostile fae tribe. This popular theory was nourished by multiple desinformation campaigns carried out between 2010 and 20158 by Foundation forces and the Bundesministerium zur Überwachung und Eindämmung Widernatürlicher Phänomene9. SCP-6268 was succeeded by Karl August Zimmermann as the new mayor of Wilheim, six months after their liquidation. Zimmermann was a former member of the Bundesministerium zur Überwachung und Eindämmung Widernatürlicher Phänomene until 2003, and an acting Wilheimian politician since 2006. Footnotes 1. Comment by Dir. Twentyman: The science of parathanatology deals with the ceasing of existence regarding higher beings and lifeforms. 2. "Alder-chancellor." 3. The construction of Wilheim was mainly aided and supervised by the Magickademia Germanica, and was intended to function as a weather-manipulating mobile station, but, due to several installation errors, never saw actual deployment. 4. Comment by Dir. Twentyman: SCP-GEO-DE, a malignant subterranean, mineral object disturbing and hindering the coal mining industry in the economically important German Ruhr area, targeting miners and human mining activity specifically. Due to its hostile and bestial nature, SCP-GEO-DE was considered an EKHI-KETER-threat. As part of the contractual agreement between Wilheim and West Germany, SCP-6268 agreed to assist in the development and conceptualization of a termination attempt, and provided necessary ressources and knowledge to the Foundation. In 1989, the procedure was successfully conducted, neutralizing SCP-GEO-DE. 5. Comment by Dir. Twentyman: Professor Poindexter completed the transplantation of his neural system into an experimental advanced exoskeleton armor - prototype in early 2009. 6. Comment by Dir. Twentyman: Password received via communication channel established by the Department of External Affairs. Common British thaumaturge proverb, possible Arthurian origin. 7. Comment by Dir. Twentyman: SCP-6268 exhibited shape-shifting abilities and possessed no consistent appearance. 8. Comment by Dir. Twentyman: Details expunged per updated security policies. 9. Translated from German: Federal ministry of the Supervision and Containment of Unnatural Phenomena. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6268" by cold_Nights, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6268. 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-6269
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thaumiel
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MCM The acquisition of sufficient D-Class Personnel has plagued our organization — both practically and morally — since its conception. Our pursuit of a labour force capable of Securely undertaking research initiatives, Containing anomalous threats, and Protecting humanity has led us to be complacent in atrocities: perpetuating an unfair criminal justice system, exploiting those most in need of societal support, and refusing to acknowledge the most basic principles of human rights and liberty. We have done this because there was no other choice. This is no longer the case; from this day forward, our Foundation will no longer drag innocent souls into the dark with us — they will remain free in the light. We have a new approach. It's very ethical. Vanessa Woodford, Ethics Committee — Acquisitions Representative. Item#: SCP-6269 Level4 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: ethical Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6269 Control Room D-76F-32B. ASSIGNED SITE(S) ASSIGNED DEPARTMENT(S) Site-77-Prime,-SubPrime. Acquisitions, Engineering, Human Resources. ASSIGNED UNIVERE(S) ASSIGNED PERSONNEL -Prime,-SubPrime; Others (for Acquisitions). Dir. G Greeboni, Evan Pereira, Janice Reilly, 7,300+ other assigned personnel. Personnel performing bi-monthly inspection of SCP-6269, as per DotMCM:EATM protocol. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES — USAGE: To ensure its proper usage by trained personnel, SCP-6269 may only be operated in accordance with the rules and regulations stipulated in the Department of the Multiversal Claw Machine: Ethical Acquisitions Training Manual, referred to as the "DotMCM:EATM." Personnel assigned to SCP-6269 found not adhering to the DotMCM:EATM may be subject to termination, dismissal from the SCP Foundation, suspension of duty, or temporary loss of claw operation privileges depending on the severity of their violation. All individual components and personnel assigned to SCP-6269 are to remain in universes -Prime and -SubPrime as identified in the DotMCM:EATM. Regular examination of SCP-6269's components within universe -SubPrime are to be taken bi-monthly to ensure the continued, uninterrupted operation of the machine. For ease of reference, a selection of key criteria outlined in the DotMCM:EATM are appended: Only approved personnel, who have completed the "MCM Ethical Acquisitions" online course — and achieved a correct response rate of at least 50% — are permitted to operate the components of SCP-6269. D-Class Personnel must be acquired from non-Prime universes; SCP-6269 and its operators reside in the following universe: -Prime & -SubPrime. Only one operator is allowed to control the primary acquisition module of SCP-6269 at a given time; other operators must abide by the predetermined schedule. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES — FUNDING: $250,000 USD in minted quarters are to be supplied to Site-77 bi-monthly for the operation of SCP-6269. External funding is no longer necessary, SCP-6269 is capable of ethically funding its own operations indefinitely. SCP-6269-CLAW. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6269, colloquially the "Multiversal Claw Machine," is a Foundation-developed, coin-operated, eigenmachine.A non-militarized equivalent of an 'eigenweapon:' whereas an eigenweapon denotes an anomalous weapon of mass destruction, an eigenmachine is an anomalous machine of mass production. utilized for the ethical acquisition of D-Class Personnel. Due to the mechanical, technical, and ontokinetical complexities of SCP-6269's machinery, the vast majority of the device is contained within an allocated universe: -SubPrime. Due to thaumaturgical time-dilation and entropy-reducing counter-measures,.Including, but not limited to: alchemical processes, non-Newtonian physics field generators, atemporal calculating systems, and the copious application of WD-40. mechanical devices within this universe experience minimal wear and decay. The components comprising SCP-6269 located in -SubPrime are monitored by Logan.aic, which ensures the continued operation of SCP-6269 through the construction of additional system redundancies. This is achieved through the conversion of matter within -SubPrime into additional mechanical components integrated into SCP-6269. A subset of SCP-6269's mechanical components are located in -Prime: the home-universe of the SCP Foundation-Prime. These include: SCP-6269-CLAW: The primary physical acquisition component, SCP-6269-CLAW is utilized to seize targeted persons or objects, and is capable of precise maneuvering in diverse environments. SCP-6269-HOLE: A self-stable multiversal aperture, SCP-6269-HOLE is an adjustable multi-badgerhole..Whereas a wormhole links two locations within the same universe, a badgerhole links two locations between distinct universes. In regular operations, SCP-6269-CLAW is inserted into SCP-6269-HOLE to retrieve a targeted acquisition. SCP-6269-SCREEN: Denoting a complex series of monitors and controls, SCP-6269-SCREEN includes the physical control systems for SCP-6269-CLAW and -HOLE, as well as providing visual feedback for the -CLAW operator. The integrated Hunter-Catcher system allows for the monitoring of up to 15,000 distinct individuals prior to their acquisition. SCP-6269 has proven to be exceptionally successful, ethically acquiring nearly 85% of the Foundation's current D-Class Personnel in the 5 years of its operation. For additional information, please consult SCP-6269 — ACQUISITIONS LOG. I've heard some folk asking "how do we know that SCP-6269 is ethical?" Well, I'm going to take a moment to allay any such, unnecessary, concerns. In the entire multiverse, the SCP Foundation-PRIME is the only iteration of the SCP Foundation to operate SCP-6269; no equivalent project exists in any other universe. This implies that every other SCP Foundation resides in a less ethical universe because they have not developed SCP-6269 for their own ethical acquisition of D-Class personnel. Therefore, using SCP-6269 to acquire D-Class from those non-Prime universes is entirely ethical, as any non-Prime individual resides in a less ethical universe than their -Prime Universe counterpart. I hope this explains it. If anyone has any further hesitations, they're welcome to request permission to view SCP-6269 in operation, to see how ethical it is themselves. Your friend, Vanessa Woodford, Ethics Committee — Acquisitions Representative. SCP-6269 — ACQUISITIONS LOG: The following log includes a selection of SCP-6269's recorded acquisitions. The full Acquisitions Log is available upon request. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 200013 UNIVERSE: AU-543246-A ACQUISITION(S): D-114239, D-453234 OPERATIONAL COST: 2 quarters NOTES: D-453234 witnessed the retrieval of D-114239, noting the comfortable grip of SCP-6269-CLAW and the ethical nature with which he was acquired. During routine post-acquisition surveillance, it was noted that D-453234 had been shouting requests for acquisition through SCP-6269-HOLE. During a post-acquisition interview, D-453234 reported that he was content in the manner – and ethicality – of his acquisition. Additionally, he reported that his back pain had subsided after acquisition..This was deemed tangential to the role of SCP-6269, but well within ethical grounds. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 200106 UNIVERSE: AU-278341-C ACQUISITION(S): D-234765, D-173524, D-653458, et. al. OPERATIONAL COST: 1 quarter NOTES: Fifteen D-Class personnel were retrieved from SCP-6269-HOLE to test the carrying capacity of SCP-6269-CLAW. All D-Class present reported no significant discomfort to Foundation personnel, with monitoring devices only detecting a minor heart-rate elevation from D-173452 during acquisition, caused by his apparent surprise at the ethicality of SCP-6269's operation. The operator was lauded for their cost-efficiency, however it is not recommended that this maneuver be attempted by most operators, due to the difficulty associated with safely and ethically grabbing fifteen personnel at once. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 2002307 UNIVERSE: AU-467845-A ACQUISITION(S): N/A (previously 1 male American bulldog).Temporarily Designated D-101: Dog-Class Personnel. OPERATIONAL COST: 1 quarter NOTES: In response to decreased worker morale, SCP-6269 was used to acquire 1 male American bulldog after a -CLAW operator located a spare quarter underneath the cockpit. Worker morale was boosted temporarily until Dir. Greeboni returned the bulldog to AU-467845-A. Foundation personnel were reminded by Dir. Greeboni that returning the bulldog to its previous owner was the most ethical decision; worker morale appears to be boosted significantly. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 6008999 UNIVERSE: AU-01C4RS4-Z ACQUISITION(S): 2019 Nissan Sentra (Previously D-234523) OPERATIONAL COST: 1 quarter NOTES: Minor difficulty with retrieving acquisition was reported by -SCREEN operators due to the limited size of -HOLE. The issue was resolved once -HOLE was expanded. Item was requisitioned by Dir. Greeboni for the ethical transportation of personnel essential for the continued operation of SCP-6269. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 7009023 UNIVERSE: AU-00002-B ACQUISITION(S): D-345731 OPERATIONAL COST: 1 quarter NOTES: While attempting to acquire D-345731, SCP-6269 halted all operations for nearly 2 hours as the supply of funds was briefly interrupted due to a logistical error. While D-345731 was later retrieved, further SCP-6269 operations will be suspended until an efficient, ethical, and reliable method of delivering funds is determined. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 7009024 UNIVERSE: AU-346721-D ACQUISITION(S): Roll of quarters — USD$ OPERATIONAL COST: 1 quarter NOTES: Funding issue resolved. SCP-6269 — INCIDENT: 001 CODENAME: GREASE MONKEYS SITUATION: Following acquisition #7203244, Operator Angelica Spear reported "whirring noises" coming from SCP-6269-CLAW. Operator Spear spent several hours attempting to locate the source of the noise, without success. The following acquisition logs detail Operator Spear’s creative attempts to solve the first issue to have beset SCP-6269 since operation began. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 7203245 UNIVERSE: AU-576897-F ACQUISITION(S): D-763547 NOTES: Immediately following Acquisition 7203244, Operator Spear retrieved an iteration of themselves, presumably with the intention to fix the noise emanating from the machine. As SCP-6269 was not present in their universe, D-763547 was unable to provide meaningful insight, and the acquisition proceeded as normal. ACQUISITION NUMBER: 7203246 UNIVERSE: AU-234897-A, AU-234897-B, 10 entries omitted. ACQUISITION(S): D-876452, D-876453, 10 entries omitted. NOTES: Operator Spear picked out 12 iterations of themself, prioritizing universes where iterations had any meaningful background working with heavy machinery..While the operation of SCP-6269 is restricted to certified operators only, the acquisition of alternate versions of oneself is considered ethical as long as non-Prime individuals act as consultants. After successfully explaining the situation, all 12 iterations of Angelica Spear brainstormed a viable solution. The application of WD-40 to SCP-6269-CLAW was deemed the most ethical solution. Following the resolution of the issue, all non-Prime iterations of Operator Spear were assigned as D-Class personnel as per standard acquisition protocol. RESOLUTION: Following Operator Spear’s quick thinking, Issue 001 was resolved, and application of WD-40 was appended to SCP-6269’s containment protocols. SCP-6269 — INCIDENT: 002 CODENAME: LITTLE BIRDIE SITUATION: During a routine sweep, SCP Foundation-Prime webcrawlers identified an account on the social media platform Twitter that had been routinely sharing covert information regarding the existence of SCP-6269. This account: @mcm_worker — detailed the operational capacities of SCP-6269, its employment for the acquisition of D-Class Personnel, and the personal information of technicians and operators assigned to SCP-6269. Due to the strict confidentiality clauses laid out in the DotMCM:EATM, it was assumed that these 'tweets' were not produced by any personnel within the Department of Acquisitions; as such, the most likely explanation was the complex machinery composing SCP-6269 had become self-aware. NORMALCY-THREATENING CONTENT: The following are a selection of 'tweets' shared by @mcm_worker: We grab them so gently. With a very tender grip. To keep things ethical. 10:14 PM · Jan 9, 2022 · Twitter for Android Running out of quarters for today 6:58 PM · Jan 9, 2022 · Twitter for Android you-prime will never get taken by the Claw. so if u get taken by the Claw, u aren't you-prime 2:17 PM · Jan 15, 2022 · Twitter for Android RESPONSE: To determine the cause of this data-security breach, a full examination of SCP-6269's physical and digital systems was undertaken, and the social media account of @mcm_worker taken down. However, due to the intensive process of examining SCP-6269's components within -SubPrime and the potential for the continued distribution of normalcy-threatening content, the acquisition of a specialist was approved as an additional emergency response measure. INCIDENT: 002 — EMERGENCY RESPONSE MEASURE ACQUISITION NUMBER: D02421 UNIVERSE: -OG_CaN43 ACQUISITION(S): Dir. Place H. MD., PhD.-OG_CaN43..Dir. Place H. MD., PhD.-Prime had been instrumental in the construction of SCP-6269-HOLE, but inadvertently fell into the aperture while demonstrating the insufficiency of the safety railings. His current whereabouts remain unknown. LOCATION: Acquisition Retrieval Area - Site-77-Prime PERSONNEL PRESENT: Dir. G Greeboni, Dir. Place H. MD., PhD.-OG_CaN43, Operator Evan Pereira. FOREWORD: Following the acquisition of Dir. Place H. MD., PhD.-OG_CaN43, Dir. G Greeboni questioned the individual on a potential response to the current condition of SCP-6269. «AUDIO TRANSCRIPT» Dir. Place H.: What the hell, where am I?! Hey, someone let me down from this thing! Dir. Greeboni: No can do. The DotMCM:EATM states we aren't allowed to do that until we're certain the acquisition was successful. This is Dir. Place H., I assume? Dir. Place H.: The… acquisition? Wait how is this thing holding me like this? It's only got, what, two prongs?! Dir. Greeboni: Put him down, Evan; good work there with the claw, by the way. Evan: Thanks! Dir. Greeboni: Okay, Dir. Place H., welcome to universe-Prime— Dir. Place H.: "Universe-Prime?" Isn't that a little egotistical of you guys? Dir. Greeboni: I don't make the names. Speaking of though, mine is Dir. Greeboni, and that's Evan over there. Evan: Hi. Thanks for leaving your food on the table when we grabbed you, it can make a mess going through the universe hole. Dir. Place H.: The wha— Dir. Greeboni: Let's cut to the chase, alright? We brought you here because we need your help. It's the first time we've done something like this, but we're pretty sure it's all ethical, so no worries. Dir. Greeboni: Anyway, we've been watching you through the monitor, and of all the Dir. Place H.-s out there, you're the most impressive we've come across. Evan: Loved seeing that thing you did with the machine! Dir. Greeboni: That's enough, Evan. We need to stay focused. [Pause] As I was saying, you've already been introduced to SCP-6269-CLAW. It's apart of a complex eigenmachine developed by the SCP Foundation-Prime that's recently— Dir. Place H.: Started to do weird, unexpected things? Evan: Yeah! How did you know? Dir. Place. H: Call it a hunch. So what, is it unravelling the fabric of reality? Creating new meta-narrative layers? Maybe expanding into a new axis of time? Dir. Greeboni: Not exactly. It's tweeting. Dir. Place. H: Tweeting? Like… Twitter tweeting? Dir. Greeboni: Precisely. We're working through a complete diagnosis. Our most likely assumption is the machine's become sentient, but we've yet to locate where that intelligence has become centralized or how it's accessing the internet. Dir. Place. H.: Wait, how do you know it's SCP-6269? Have you reviewed the internet access of your personnel? Dir. Greeboni: Well, that would be pretty unethical wouldn't it? Dir. Place. H.: …no? Dir. Greeboni: Hm… you're right. Actually, I'm pretty sure the DotMCM:EATM does mention something about that— Dir Place. H.: The what? Dir. Greeboni: —I'll have to go get my copy. Dir. Place. H.: Okay… sure, whatever. Look, are we done here? Cause I'd really like to go back now. Dir. Greeboni: Go back where? Evan, proceed with the acquisition. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Dir. Place H. was designated D-Class Personnel #7362HA61. A review of employee internet access and usage was debated by the Acquisitions Department and determined to be ethical. SCP-6269 Operator, Evan Pereira utilizing a component of SCP-6269-SCREEN. INCIDENT: 002 – CONFLICT RESOLUTION CODENAME: TURTLEDOVE FOREWORD: Following a review of on-site internet usage and activity logs, the identity behind the @mcm_worker account was identified, and an interview was held between them and Director Greeboni. In accordance with the DotMCM:EATM, the employee was afforded anonymity in records during the investigation, and is identified in the following log as “Bluebird.” «AUDIO TRANSCRIPT» Bluebird: So you have a problem with me? Dir. Greeboni: Bluebird, we don’t have a problem with you. We have a problem with your social media… habits. Bluebird: I’ve been reaching all my targets this month. So what if I spend my downtime on my phone? The DotMCM:EATM cites enjoying downtime as an important facet of employee mental health. Dir. Greeboni: I should have been more specific. The Department has a problem with your Twitter account. You’re posting confidential information about SCP-6269 online. It’s not appropriate. Bluebird: Dude I’m literally just hanging out on there. People like hearing about it. They think it’s neat. Dir. Greeboni: Frankly, the opinion of outsiders isn’t a major concern for the Department. The fact that they even have an opinion is. Bluebird: Alright, well, have it your way. But I’ve been keeping track of anyone who supports the Claw, anyone who understands just how ethical it is. Everyone who follows me loves the Claw. Take a look at this and tell me what I’m doing is a “Harmful Breach of Confidentiality” as defined in Section 2B of Chapter 12 in the DotMCM:EATM. Bluebird slides their phone, unlocked, across the table. Dir. Greeboni: Are you really citing my own manual to me? I know what’s defined as– wait. You only have twenty followers? Bluebird: Yeah, not bad, huh? Got them all in only a month. Dir. Greeboni: That’s… that’s not even a single crate’s worth of amnestics. Bluebird: Well there’s no need to be rude. Twitter’s a hard place to build a following for a guy like me. Dir. Greeboni: I apologize, I wasn’t trying to be rude. I’m just shocked. This was reported to me as a massive breach of security. I recognize more than half of these names from inside this department! Bluebird: Yeah, some of my friends here like to hear my thoughts on what we do. They say I have a “unique way of seeing the world,” which is pretty cool, I think. Dir. Greeboni: Well. This certainly changes things. I came in here expecting to have to shut the account down and ethically fire you. I was even considering termination. Bluebird: I’m sure you’re aware that Section 1L of Chapter 12 in the DotMCM:EATM specifically and ethically prevents, except in cases where unethical events have occurred, the restriction of the social media activities of employees. Dir. Greeboni: I’m aware. That’s my point; there’s no breach of ethical guidelines here. There’s hardly any suspect activity to speak of, this is a drop in the ocean! How amenable would you be to something of a compromise? Bluebird: What do you have in mind? «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: During the subsequent discussions between Director Greeboni and Bluebird, it was deemed permissible for the @mcm_worker account to remain active. However, this was permitted with the following caveats: The account be made private, thus accessible only to whitelisted employees of the SCP Foundation. [ENACTED] All non-Foundation users whose accounts came into contact with the @mcm_worker account be located and amnesticised. [ENACTED] The content of the account be exhaustively scoured for unethical material. [ENACTED].During this investigation it was found that, due to the focus on the topic of SCP-6269, no such material had existed on the account since its inception. A follow-up report identified that this intervention was successful; no mentions of machinery similar to SCP-6269 have been found online, and employee morale was found to be ethically augmented by the existence of the account. There are those who look upon the grandest works of our Foundation, and see only the propensity for failure. They conceive of our greatest achievements, our noblest pursuits, as expressions of our hubris; they foretell our impending doom. But there are no gods to punish us for ascending beyond our station. We will not let others dictate our limitations upon pen and paper. Nor shall we cower to the beast that screams 'be not.' We are not an organization of myth and impulse — We are built upon sound principles: a stable bedrock on which society can endure. We know our worth in adherence to the ethics which govern our conduct and hold us responsible, in trust to society and humanity. Thus, should it truly come as a surprise that sometimes we get it right? - OVERSEER COUNCIL SECURE, CONTAIN, PROTECT » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES A non-militarized equivalent of an 'eigenweapon:' whereas an eigenweapon denotes an anomalous weapon of mass destruction, an eigenmachine is an anomalous machine of mass production. Including, but not limited to: alchemical processes, non-Newtonian physics field generators, atemporal calculating systems, and the copious application of WD-40. Whereas a wormhole links two locations within the same universe, a badgerhole links two locations between distinct universes. This was deemed tangential to the role of SCP-6269, but well within ethical grounds. Temporarily Designated D-101: Dog-Class Personnel. While the operation of SCP-6269 is restricted to certified operators only, the acquisition of alternate versions of oneself is considered ethical as long as SubPrime individuals act as consultants. Dir. Place H. MD., PhD.-Prime had been instrumental in the construction of SCP-6269-HOLE, but inadvertently fell into the aperture while demonstrating the insufficiency of the safety railings. His current whereabouts remain unknown. During this investigation it was found that, due to the focus on the topic of SCP-6269, no such material had existed on the account since its inception. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6269" by GremlinGroup, DodoDevil, JakdragonX, Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. 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WARNING: SCP-6270 and its associated anomalies ▓▓▓ ▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓, ▓ ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓. ▓▓ the ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓, ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓ ▓▓ ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓ ▓▓▓ ▓▓▓ of the ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓. ▓▓▓▓▓ ▓ ▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓, ▓▓▓▓▓▓ light ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓ ▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓: now designated SCP-8724. The door is opened. Item #: SCP-6270 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation front company Sutter Home Medical Group is the facility housing subjects afflicted with SCP-6270. They are to provide palliative care to said subjects, and are to ensure proper sedation of subjects in the event of a familial visit. The subliminal effects of SCP-6270, as well as the psychological and physiological impairments of the sedatives have thus far remained an effective deterrent to families opting for at-home care, allowing for their permanent detention and study. Sound-cancelling earphones have been provided to staff for their well-being, but are not to be worn when civilians are present in the facility. Description: Diauralysis is an anomalous medical condition suffered by thirty-seven individuals who viewed The HARBINGER Broadcast: a pirate television transmission that took over the Rocky Mountains PBS channel on February 15th at 01:23, airing across the state of Colorado. The condition is characterized by the alteration of a subject's somatosounds, or internal noises produced by the body. In its initial stage, the sounds of heartbeats, stomach churning, and even bone cracking become wholly inaudible, instead producing infrasound — noises which are inaudible to the human ear, but may subconsciously produce feelings of dread, sorrow, or unease in listeners. As this condition was not noticeably anomalous to the casual observer, initial containment consisted of outpatient observation. It was noted however that within the first three months, subjects became steadily withdrawn due uncomfortable social interactions on account of the deleterious psychological effects of regular exposure to the infrasound they produced. In-patient containment would begin in July, due to the onset of the second stage of Diauralysis, which would progress to hinder the subject's audible speech. While soundwaves were indeed produced at-will by subjects, all sounds emanating from them would consist solely of infrasound. This includes reflexive verbalizations such as coughing, sneezing, belching, etc. To the public, this inability to properly communicate was characterized as a form of neurodegenerative aphasia, and patients were referred to SHMG for inpatient care. Interviews with subjects over the following weeks revealed another symptom of Diauralysis: namely, that each subject's perception of their own somatosounds grew in intensity over time, despite their inaudible nature. Furthermore, each subject claimed to hear even minute bodily sounds with marked clarity, with Subject #22 describing the sound of her eyes moving as "A hollow grinding… (like) something dragged across concrete in a large empty room.". Similarly, subject #5 had to be placed on suicide watch after attempting to suffocate himself with a plastic bag due to the stress of an ever-present "weary moaning" of blood traversing his veins. Though these noises are by nature wholly subjective, researchers were able to pinpoint a possible cause with computed tomography scans. They were able to diagnose subjects as suffering from superior canal dehiscence syndrome upon finding abnormally-formed holes within the inner ear. Discussion is currently underway with this revelation as to whether or not this should be corrected in all subjects with surgery, or allowed to progress for research purposes. Addendum: The HARBINGER Broadcast The following is the original HARBINGER broadcast reproduced in its entirety. Testing with D-Class subjects has shown it to not confer Diauralysis, and is safe for viewing. It is unknown what information or instructions were to be included on "page two" of the broadcast, as on-duty engineers were able to purge the signal before it fully aired. A combined investigation with the FCC proved fruitless in finding the culprits. Addendum: Subject #31 Due to suffering from frequent headaches, CT scans were performed on Subject #31, revealing what was believed to be a sizable tumor in their brain. An awake craniotomy was held to excise it and save the subject. The surgery was complicated once the brain tissue was exposed to open air, and the organ began vibrating. The head surgeon initially refused to carry out the procedure, as the minute movements of the organ were enough to make successful excision infeasible without endangering the life of the subject or risking permanent brain-damage. They were overruled by the acting Site Director. Subject #31 would be pronounced dead following traumatic brain injury during the excision attempt. Removed from the brain tissue was a deposit of calcified osseous tissue shaped into a short rod with two prongs in a U-shape, reminiscent of a tuning fork. When struck, it produced a single elongated tone in the subject's voice, sounding as if they were wailing. During the autopsy, it was discovered that the internal face of the skull was marked with multiple depressions corresponding with fingerprints matching each of the other subjects, alongside countless scratches on the medial side of the petrous ridge near the ear canal. Subject #15 has begun complaining of more frequent migraines. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6270" by S D Locke, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6270. 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: harbingerfinalvid.mp4 Authors: S D Locke & EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Black hole - Messier 87 crop max res.jpg Author: Event Horizon TelescopeZ License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: holes Author: Patrick Fitzgerald License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-6271 Special Containment Procedures: (Updated as of 05/12/2018) A perimeter has been established surrounding the municipality of Middle Creek, Colorado. Civilians are prohibited from entering the city limits. If pressed for explanations, Foundation personnel are to use Cover Story #318 (“Unsafe Conditions Due To Natural Disaster”). Description: SCP-6271 refers to the collection of 56 windmills located in and around Middle Creek, Colorado. SCP-6271 instances are always in motion, even when there is no wind. See Addendum SCP-6271-3 Of the 56 SCP-6271 instances, 33 are fan mills, 16 are tower mills, and 4 are post mills. The fan mills are decorated with a plaque showing an emblem of a glider. On the doors to the tower mills hang signs reading “HARBINGER AVERSION MEASURE #” followed by a five digit number. Beneath this, something is written in an unidentified script. The 4 post mills (designated SCP-6271-A, -B, -C, and -D) are each built into small houses, which appeared to have been last occupied 80 years, 35 years, 14 years and 3 months before the investigation, respectively. SCP-6271-A, -B and -C were completely empty save for furniture. See Addendum 6271-1 for a summary of the contents of SCP-6271-D. In addition to this physical anomaly, SCP-6271 instances also have a connection to the subconsciouses of the population of Middle Creek. Dream analysis performed on former denizens of Middle Creek1 show that their dreams share the following qualities: The dreamer is attempting an absurd task, such as building an igloo in the summer, or attempting to fly by pulling on your own feet. This task is never completed. Everything in the dream is either circular in shape, or is made of circular objects (such as baseballs, gears, film reels or snare drums) SCP-6271 instances are present, slowly turning, very far away. Recounting these dreams tend to calm the subject, despite their content. Addendum SCP-6271-1: Investigation of SCP-6271-D yielded significantly more material than other SCP-6271 instances. Below is a list of recovered items: An unidentified, possibly anomalous piece of machinery, largely consisting of tubes. A newspaper from 1945 A framed black-and-white picture of four men standing in front of SCP-6271-A, each with their arms around their shoulders A shattered set of plates, accompanied by bent silverware A small pocketbook written in the same unidentified script as found on the signs outside of the tower mills. The only readable content is the words “Stale air poisons a mind”. The decayed corpse of a humanoid with a distinct skeletal structure from homo sapiens sapiens, estimated to be 3 months old. Addendum SCP-6271-2: Since it was unclear if the Middle Creek populace was aware of the anomalous nature of SCP-6271 instances, interviews were held with numerous community members to gauge their relationships with SCP-6271. While citizens were friendly initially, when asked about SCP-6271 instances, all subjects noted that they were too busy to learn about the windmills. When pressed about their business, the citizens’ calm demeanor would be quickly overcome by a combative explanation, defending their many duties and roles they held within the town. This strange behavior lead the team’s primary interviewer to contact the Middle Creek town council. The following is a transcript of the interview that resulted: Interviewer: Agent Regis Interviewee: John Simon —- Regis: Alright Mr. Simon, let’s start with just your name and your occupation, and then we’ll dive into the questions. Simon: Sixty-Eight, retired. Regis: But you are chairman of the town council, no? Simon: That’s not a job. That’s my duty. Regis: So you don’t get paid for it? Simon: I understand my home is not very impressive, but I do not need the money. Around here, something to do is payment all on its own. Regis: Funny, when my gramps retired he said he was looking forward to having days of nothing. Simon: Then he must’ve grown up somewhere else. Around here, I make a point to keep everyone busy. We have festivals in the summer, harvests in the fall, banquets in the winter and carnivals in the spring. Doesn’t matter when, there’s always something to work towards. Regis: That is… quite the schedule. I suppose people here enjoy big events? Simon: Popular opinion isn’t as important, it’s tradition. Regis: Is there any kind of punishment for not lending a hand? Simon: Of course not. Regis: No one is ever shunned by their family? Or maybe straight up banished from the town? Simon: I don’t think that even deserves an answer. Regis: I’m sorry if I’m coming off a little blunt, it’s just that, everyone else we’ve talked to almost seems afraid to be bored. Simon: Well, we do have a saying around here: an idle mind attracts nasty thoughts like still water attracts mosquitoes. Regis: Ah, of course, of course. This town wide skittishness is just a byproduct of a proverb, pounded into the citizens from when they were little. The term “nasty thoughts” really sends the shivers down my spine. Simon: Fine, if you’ll cut the sarcasm… I’ll give you a straighter answer. Regis: I’m all ears. Simon: Mr. Regis, have you ever wanted to forget something, but it keeps clawing its way back? Just demanding you think about it? Regis: … yes. Simon: Then you would know, the best way to keep a memory like that down, is to keep your mind on something more important. Regis: Wait, is there something the whole town is trying to forget? Simon’s stoic expression turns to a sly smile. Simon: Damned if I know. Addendum SCP-6271-3: On 05/12/2018, Middle Creek was caught in an intense windstorm. This caused heavy damage to the decaying and decomposing wooden structures of 14 SCP-6271 instances (including SCP-6271-A and SCP-6271-C). The severity of the destruction ranged from broken rotor blades, to complete structural collapses. Following this windstorm, all SCP-6271 instances ceased motion. A fog came to rest over the town that, as of this writing, has not yet lifted. After four days of no communication from Middle Creek, MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) were sent to investigate. Exploration Team: Captain Juan Hidalgo — Team lead Sergeant Ann Lupo — Rural navigation expert Sergeant Kyle Harrison — Communications expert [BEGIN FEED] MTF Epsilon-6 are deployed approximately 1.5km from the center of Middle Creek. Harrison turns on his camera. The fog is present, and obscures vision past 50m. Lupo: Remind me, is there anything specific we’re looking for? Hidalgo: First priority is to find the people. Second is origin of the fog. It was in the briefing. Lupo: Just wanted a quick reminder. I was paying more attention to what lockpicks I needed to bring. Harrison: Hopefully we won’t need those… Lupo: Maybe they’re all barred up inside. You don’t know. Hidalgo: Alright, enough chit chat. Let’s get rolling. The team moves into Middle Creek. The first structure that can be seen through the fog is a ranch-style house. There are no lights on inside. Hidalgo knocks. Hidalgo: Hello? Anyone inside? There is no response. Hidalgo: Ann? Lupo: I got it. Lupo unlocks the door with her lockpick set. The fog appears to linger inside the house as well. Harrison: This place smells wretched. Lupo: I’ve smelled worse. Harrison: I mean, so have I. Doesn’t make this place smell any better. Hidalgo opens the refrigerator. Hidalgo: It probably doesn’t help that all their food’s gone bad. Harrison: It doesn’t but this is also more than just spoiled milk. Lupo: Hey, guys, over here. Lupo motions to a door she’s just unlocked. Hidalgo and Harrison draw their weapons and join Lupo. Hidalgo counts down from three on his hand. On zero, Lupo opens the door. Harrison and Hidalgo storm inside, firearms ready to discharge. Harrison: Ah, so that’s where the smell’s coming from. The room appears to be a married couple’s bedroom, featuring a king sized bed, a door to a closet, a nightstand and a wooden dresser. A man and a woman in their mid-forties lay in the bed. Above each of their heads is a glowing circle that is cracked in two places. Harrison approaches the bed to get a better view while holding his nose. Upon closer inspection, it is apparent that the couple’s eyes are wide open, and that they are breathing. However, they do not respond to Harrison waving his hand in front of their faces. Hidalgo: Sleep paralysis? Harrison: Maybe just regular paralysis. Lupo: And what about the halos? Harrison: They might not be halos. Lupo: How else would you describe them? Harrison: I just meant they might not be biblical. Hidalgo: We should keep moving. We found people, but I don’t want to see what happens if they wake up. Harrison turns back to Hidalgo and Lupo. In the far left hand side of the video feed, the doors to the closet open further. Numerous dim lights flicker inside. Epsilon-6 does not acknowledge this. Harrison: Right, right. MTF Epsilon-6 leaves the house and continues their exploration. Condensation build up on the camera lens is wiped away by Harrison every few minutes. All of the buildings they pass are houses without any lights on. Approximately 500m away from the center of town, Lupo stops the group. The visibility has decreased to 25m. Lupo: Hey, is it just me, or is this fog getting thicker? Hidalgo wipes some condensate off of his jacket and feels its texture between his fingertips. Hidalgo: The droplets are black and sticky. Like tar. Harrison: I bet this is going to do wonders for my equipment. Hidalgo: It doesn’t smell too strongly. We’re probably fine to continue. Lupo: Aye aye. The team resumes movement. Around 300m out, they stop coming across residences, and begin seeing stores. The road also turns from dirt to cobblestone. There are cars parked along the side of the road, but all of them are empty. At 200m to the town center, the camera microphone picks up a distant chanting. However, the words cannot be distinguished. The members of Epsilon-6 signal to each other, acknowledging the recurring noises and indicating they should continue silently. At 75m, the words of the chant can be understood. Voices: We failed. Pause. Voices: It thirsts. Pause. Voices: We failed. At 50m, MTF Epsilon-6 stops movement. At the far edge of its vision, the camera can see a black silhouette. It quickly disappears into the fog. Voices: It persists. MTF Epsilon-6 resumes movement, but now at a quicker pace, chasing after the silhouette. At 25m, a large crowd of silhouettes come into view. They all stand around a massive hole in the center of town, holding shovels. The bottom of the hole cannot be seen from the camera’s angle. The silhouettes strike the ground simultaneously. Voices: We failed. They shovel dirt into the hole. Voices: It comes. They strike the ground again. Voices: We failed. Dirt is dropped into the hole again. Voices: It hungers. As MTF Epsilon-6 moves close to the entities, more details become visible. Their bodies are made of the same tar-like substance as the fog, however their faces have enough features to be matched to the inhabitants of Middle Creek. The team stops about 7m away from the hole. Voices: We failed. Harrison motions to the rest of the team that he is going to approach the lip of the hole to get a look inside. The rest of the team spreads out the town square to cover for Harrison. Voices: It approaches. Harrison approaches the entities. There is very little room between them to maneuver. He brushes against one whose face resembles a young woman, leaving some of the black substance on Harrison’s pant leg. The entities do not react. Voices: We failed. When the entities turn to shovel more dirt, Harrison leans over the lip of the hole. The hole has no bottom, and appears to be occupied by small twinkling lights similar in appearance to stars in the night sky. Harrison: Holy shit. Voices: It wishes to be whole. An entity behind Harrison strikes him in the back of the head with its shovel. His body goes limp, tumbling into the hole. He falls for 30 seconds. [END FEED] Footnotes 1. Middle Creek has an isolationist culture, so current denizens of the town seldom leave the municipality. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6271" by Captain Kirby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6271. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6272
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Item #: SCP-6272 Special Containment Procedures: All known entrances to SCP-6272 have been sealed off. Personnel installations have been placed at the sites of each known entrance in order to monitor activity within the structure and host expeditions if necessary. Any individuals attempting to approach these sites are to be apprehended, interrogated and amnesticized as appropriate. Any corpses recovered from SCP-6272 are to be transported off-site for proper disposal. At the time of writing, no exploration of SCP-6272-2 is permitted. Description: SCP-6272 is an extensive cave system in Newborn, Indiana, which is host to a number of anomalous phenomena. Individuals immediately outside SCP-6272's entrances have reported feelings of dread, suspicion and happiness when looking at it, even when unaware of SCP-6272's nature. These emotional effects are easily ignored, however — and as such, the main factor contributing to SCP-6272's designation as a contained anomaly rather than an anomalous location is the presence of SCP-6272-1. SCP-6272-1 is the corpse of a young human male, believed to be between the ages of ten and twelve. Although testing has shown that SCP-6272-1 is vulnerable to damage via application of external stimuli, it shows no signs of naturally deteriorating over time. At present count, there are approximately 185,000 copies of SCP-6272-1 present within SCP-6272. The majority of SCP-6272-1 copies are strewn along the ground throughout SCP-6272, but have also been observed to form rudimentary structures such as hills, walls and — in sixty-four separate instances — buildings. The shape of these buildings appear to be maintained by numerous lengths of long black rope which bind the SCP-6272-1 copies into place. At the time of writing, 30,000 copies of SCP-6272-1 have successfully been recovered and disposed of — however, the total mass present within SCP-6272 does not appear to have lessened. It is currently unclear whether this is applicable to sheer numbers, or if there is a mechanism present within SCP-6272 to generate further SCP-6272-1 copies. SCP-6272-2 is a large pit present several kilometers within SCP-6272, which proceeds downwards for an as-of-yet unidentified distance. Light does not appear to penetrate SCP-6272-2, and the pitch-black appearance this results in prevents visual inspection by on-site personnel. All attempts to explore SCP-6272-2 have thus far been unsuccessful (See Addendum 6272-2). On several occasions, workers within SCP-6272 have reported hearing loud cries of distress originating from within SCP-6272-2. The source of these sounds has yet to be determined. Addendum 6272-1 (Structure Log) The following is a curated record of all nonstandard structures found within SCP-6272, along with all articles found therein. Full records are stored at Site-93, and are available upon request. Structure 6272-12 (03/02/2020) Structure Description: Small hut composed of SCP-6272-1 instances. Furniture within consisted of two chairs and a table, also composed of SCP-6272-1 instances. An item resembling a children's picture book was present on the previously described table. The cover and all pages were blank with the exception of the first page, which read the following: Once upon a time, a Big Jolly Dragon lived in the woods with his young companion… they frolicked and played in the Land Fantastic, laughing and having adventures! "Promise me we'll be friends forever, BJD!" his young companion said, and he was happy to agree! They would be together forever. Structure 6272-19 (14/04/2020) Structure Description: Small three-room cottage, composed entirely of SCP-6272-1 instances. Numerous bookcases, tables and chairs were present within the structure, also composed of SCP-6272-1 instances. An item resembling a children's picture book was present within one of the previously described bookcases. The cover and all pages were blank with the exception of the second page, which read the following: One day, though, the sun started to shine a little less Wonderful… Mr. Moon in the sky started to lose his face, and Mr. Flower started to lose his tongue! The Big Jolly Dragon became a Big Sad Dragon. "I don't think the world wants dragons anymore…" the Big Sad Dragon cried. "Oh, no! Oh, dear!" Structure 6272-33 (21/07/2020) Structure Description: Building resembling a five-story apartment complex, all rooms fully stocked with furniture composed of SCP-6272-1 instances. The structure lost its stability shortly after discovery, with two members of the exploration team losing their lives as a result of the collapse. An item resembling a children's picture book was recovered from the organic wreckage. The cover and all pages were blank with the exception of the third page, which read the following: "Don't worry!" the young companion said. "We just have to go where you can stay safe and happy!" He led the Big Sad Dragon by the hand to the biggest cave in all the land… "This place seems scary!" the Big Sad Dragon cried. "Oh, dear! Oh, no!" But he stayed there anyway, and as many years passed all his pretty scales were smothered by the dark. The Big Sad Dragon stopped being a friend of Fantasy and Wonder and became Something Else. Structure 6272-62 (04/11/2020) Structure Description: Upon initial discovery, exploration teams were uncertain of what the structure was meant to resemble — however, further inspection revealed it was a replica of one of the entrances to SCP-6272, composed entirely of SCP-6272-1 instances. An item resembling a children's picture book had been placed within the mouth of the structure. The cover and all pages were blank with the exception of the fourth page, which read the following: One day, the young companion came back to give his friend his food! But when he arrived, the only thing there was Something Else. "Hello!" the young companion said. "I'm looking for the Big Jolly Dragon! Have you seen him?" "yes" Something Else said. "yes, he is right through here. come here. come closer" And then Something Else did something that cannot be printed in this book. Structure 6272-64 (01/02/2021) Structure Description: An archway composed entirely of SCP-6272-1 instances, leading directly to SCP-6272-2 and resulting in its discovery. Subsequent inspection revealed that the word ‘HARBINGER’ had been burnt onto each SCP-6272-1 instance, on various areas of the body. An item resembling a children's picture book was bound to the inside of this archway. The cover and all pages were black with the exception of the final page, which read the following: one day Something Else found the biggest hole in all the world and one day he did something nobody could have expected and one day Something Else became (illegible) Addendum 6272-2 (Drone Exploration): Upon establishment of a secure route to SCP-6272-2's location, a series of exploration attempts were made, all ending with failure. Contact with human test subjects was lost immediately after entering SCP-6272-2, and contact with exploration drones continued for only ten to twelve additional seconds. The following is the most complete log recovered from drone exploration. Further expeditions are currently suspended. Drone #: IK-821999 Drone Operator: James Oliphant-Harper Date: 12/04/2021 CONTACT BEGINS. REPORT: SCP-6272-2 visible directly ahead. DRONE PROCEEDS. REPORT: Drone maneuvers into the aperture. DRONE PROCEEDS. REPORT: Drone fully enters SCP-6272. DRONE PROCEEDS. REPORT: Nothing is visible. DRONE PROCEEDS. REPORT: Nothing is visible. DRONE PROCEEDS. REPORT: Nothing is highly visible. DRONE PROCEEDS. REPORT: Nothing smiles. CONTACT LOST. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6272" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6272. 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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⚠️ content warning close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers. Please scroll for a list of such topics contained in this piece. Be advised this list contains plot spoilers. Miscarriage Intrauterine fetal demise Vanishing twin PeppersGhost SCP-6273 - HARBINGER II: The Empty Skin by PeppersGhost More by this author RAISA Notice This document describes an anomaly that is still under investigation. The following information may be altered to reflect new discoveries as they are found. 1/6273 LEVEL 1/6273 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6273 Keter Special Containment Procedures: Due to the Foundation’s limited understanding of SCP-6273, containment is presently limited to suppressing public awareness of the phenomenon and establishing alternative causes of death for its victims. Description: SCP-6273 presently refers to a phenomenon in which a human is rendered devoid of all bodily components except the subject’s integumentary system (skin, teeth, nails) via unknown means. Remaining tissue is largely intact, though portions of the hypodermis are expected to be incomplete. INVESTIGATION IN PROGRESS INVESTIGATION IN PROGRESS Unpublished files pertaining to ongoing investigations may contain subjective and/or speculative information. » Dictation Log Agent Spencer Donbry. Electronically transcribed. 3 March Testing. Testing. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Peter Piper picked a peck of rubber baby buggy bumpers. Dalek. Jaffa cakes. Mr. Blobby of Crinkley Bottom. Fuck, this thing’s good. Wait. Can I swear on these? Flanagan, delete log. [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry, your credentials are insufficient for this request. Files may only be deleted by your designated RAISA liaison.] Flanagan, redact “fuck”. [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that command.] Oh, so you can wrap a word in quotes without being told, but redaction? No, too complicated. Sure. Fuck it. This is Agent Donbry. It’s the third of March. I’ve been assigned to profile an anomaly known as SCP-6273. Yes, just me. All by myself this time. Well, I’ve got Flanagan, but somehow that just makes me feel more alone. Supposedly, given my level of “expertise” this type of assignment shouldn’t warrant additional manpower. Not my cup of tea, but it’s my first real assignment in months, so I can’t complain. Hang on—Flanagan, did you put fucking quotes on the word “expertise”? [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that query.] Fucking thing. Overseers are trying to push it as an “everyman’s Glacon”, but in reality it’s more of an app than an AI. Can’t even recognise its own voice. Anyway, my job is to check for patterns and find some rhyme and reason behind all the madness. Contrary to popular belief, anomalous incidents like these are never truly random. Now, whenever I say that, people always try to argue with me by bringing up spontaneous combustion, and I always get a kick out of telling them it’s not spontaneous at all. Actually spread by rats. The more you know! Haven’t gotten much to work with on SCP-6273 so far. The number of confirmed victims to date is, and I quote, “somewhere between thirty-five and two thousand.” Quite helpful. Apparently my clearance level isn’t high enough to be told the actual numbers, but no comment on that rubbish. In any case, I’ve no doubt those numbers are ridiculously lowballed, given the fact that this thing already has a full SCP designation despite the Foundation having no idea what the hell it even is. Luckily for me, there’s a fresh victim waiting to be examined. Can’t get near until Prelim ID finishes their bit, though hopefully that won’t take long. I’m anxious to see these “empty people” for myself. »»» 4 March Donbry. Fourth of March. I’ve just arrived at the scene of the most recent manifestation. D-Classes have already swept the place and ruled out any immediate environmental hazards, so it should be safe to look around. Victim is a forty-two-year-old female. She’s in bed. Covers still drawn. One hand’s beneath her pillow, so she either died in her sleep or was arranged to look that way. The file I was given (all half a page of it) described the victims as being “devoid of bodily contents”. Turns out that pretty well sums it up. She’s just skin and hair. One of the Class-D shits said she looks like a deflated sex doll, but I don’t think that’s quite right. Skin’s all dry and rigid, yet not shriveled. The tissue seems almost mummified even though she was seen alive mere days ago. Fingertip gave a crisp little snap when I bent it, but it took a decent bit of wiggling before it actually came off. I just realised what this reminds me of: pressed flowers. My grandmother used to have a whole bunch framed up in her house. That’s what the victim looks like, all pressed flat into a silhouette of skin. There’s an artful element to it, almost tableau. Maybe deliberately so? Too early to say. No signs of forced entry. The victim was a paranoid shut-in—reinforced doors, bars on the windows, whole kit and caboodle—so if anything made its way inside, it can either teleport or walk through walls. Maybe the lady was right to be paranoid. »»» 7 March Back at the office. Not gonna bother with the date anymore; it seems Flanagan automatically appends it to every entry. How handy. I’m still arguing with the powers-that-be for a concrete victim count, but thankfully I was at least approved to have a few hundred of the victims’ medical and communication records declassified for me. Geographically, the victims are all over the place. It’s a global phenomenon, and the number of incidents in any given region seems to line up proportionally with population sizes. Generally that would indicate there’s no one particular entity responsible for the phenomenon; however, I still have reason to believe that there is some kind of observable and intelligent force at work here. The bars on the victim’s windows yesterday were what got me thinking. I asked Flanagan to compare the psychiatric history on all our victims’ medical records and report any commonalities. Turns out it can’t actually do that, which is why I’ve had to spend the last few days skimming through the files manually. Virtually every one of our targets had some form of generalised anxiety, if not outright paranoid schizophrenia. Even the ones without formal diagnoses had plenty of text messages and social media posts that implied as much. These people definitely felt something coming, even if they didn’t know precisely what it was. Naturally, though, anxiety alone doesn’t prove anything. Who doesn’t have reason to be anxious these days? Fuck, I’m more than a little anxious and paranoid myself after working this job. »»» 10 March Another victim, closer to home this time. A thirty-six-year-old named Garry Stone blew through Colchester a couple of days ago. Quite literally, in fact. Wind carried his remains halfway across town like a kite with a broken string. Lots of witnesses. Whole fiasco gave Info Containment quite the headache, from what I understand. They haven't yet figured out where the incident originated, but based on the direction of the wind, Stone would’ve had to have been miles from home to start with. Nobody seems to know what he had been doing out there. The best clue we have is a smartphone photo the victim took the night before he stopped showing up for work. Flanagan, append Stone-dot-jpeg to the transcript. stone.jpeg If you look closely, there's a person on the right, barely visible. Was Stone meeting this person, or simply suspicious of them? That's the next question I'd like answered. »»» 11 March I’m here with a friend of the deceased. [ OTHER VOICE: Ex-wife.] Ex-wife, sorry. Would you please introduce yourself? [ OTHER VOICE: Do I speak directly into the phone?] It’s got a very good mic on it. Just speak naturally. Pretend you aren’t even being recorded. [ OTHER VOICE: My name is Pamela Stone. Garry and I were married about ten years, and we divorced three years back.] Thank you. When did you last see the deceased? [ PAMELA STONE: It’s been two weeks, if I remember correctly. I was helping him with his taxes again. Oh look! Your phone started using my name after I introduced myself. How clever. Almost spooky, isn’t it?] It’s…something, certainly. You said you still helped the deceased with his taxes even after you divorced? [ PAMELA STONE: It wasn’t the messiest split. Relatively painless. I simply wanted to live my own life, and I knew I could do better, and it didn’t help that he— I didn’t hate him or anything like that. I can’t be married to him, but we aren’t ugly with each other. Weren’t. I apologise, tenses are hard right now.] It’s fine. Please continue. [ PAMELA STONE: You mean talking about our relationship? If I’m being honest, when it comes to stuff like helping him with his taxes, most of why I do it is because I ended up with our daughter.] So you help him out of guilt? [ PAMELA STONE: Not guilt. Please understand, I don’t feel guilty about leaving him or getting custody of Keeleigh. It’s… pity, maybe? God, I know this sounds awful, but you know how sometimes you see a sad, dirty animal, and you want to help it, but you’d never let it into your house? That’s how I felt about Garry. At least in the end. There was a time when we were happy, I swear.] Do you know anything about his movements around the time he went missing? [ PAMELA STONE: I expect he was at home the whole time. There and work. Garry rarely went out. Didn’t really have anyone else close to him either, which is part of why he worked so much. Keeleigh had wanted to visit that weekend, but it was his birthday.] I see. He already had plans. Meeting with someone else, perhaps? [ PAMELA STONE: No. God no. Garry had this… thing with birthdays.] What kind of thing? [ PAMELA STONE: He was always extremely reclusive around that time. More than usual, I mean. He’d shut all the windows and blinds, and yell at anyone who tried to open them. And if you tried to open the front door while he was in the room with you, it was a whole scene. And that’s not the half of it! Terrible.] Did he ever provide an explanation for that behavior? [ PAMELA STONE: It was something from his childhood, back when he was five or six. A birthday party gone wrong or something. We only ever talked about it once. I got used to it after the first couple years. We’d just celebrate at home. Sometimes I’d be able to drag him out and have fun, but only after a few days had passed. Are you okay, Agent Donbry?] I’m fine. Please try to remember: what happened at your husband’s childhood birthday party? [ PAMELA STONE: Let’s see. I think there was a girl. Yes, he didn’t know her. She just showed up uninvited. That scared him, and when he went to get his mother, the girl was gone.] And this incident still bothered him in his adult years? [ PAMELA STONE: Odd, I know. I told him it was probably a neighbourhood kid who wandered in, or somebody’s sibling tagging along. Something like that. For whatever reason, though, it simply stuck with him. To be fair, being a kid is like that sometimes, right? We don’t choose what haunts us.] Indeed. I think that’s all we need today, Ms. Stone. Thank you for your time. [ PAMELA STONE: Don’t mention it. I hope it helps.] »»» 12 March Fragapanophobia: the fear of birthdays. Not getting older, mind you. Birthdays. That’s the kind of thing I like to hear. It’s strange. Strange is good. Strange is useful. Turns out Mr. Stone wasn’t the only one of our victims with that particular condition, either. Can’t be a coincidence. Fear of being watched was still the most prevalent phobia among them, of course, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the two are connected. That brings me to my next discovery: in every incident report I’ve been given, the possible timeframe when it may have occurred has always overlapped with the corresponding victim’s date of birth. None of the victims were ever seen alive after their most recent birthday. That has to be when it happens. Nobody’s ever witnessed the phenomenon in progress either, so that means every victim was alone on their birthday when they died. Sad, but relatable. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said “died” earlier. We don’t know for sure if they’re dead. I’d like to think they are, but the possibility has to be considered that they may still be alive somewhere, albeit sans skin. Let’s hope not. Poor meaty fucks. Also of note: victims range in age from five to fifty-two, though the majority of victims fall between their early teens and mid forties. Wish I had a larger sample size to work with, but even at this scale you’d expect some elderly victims here and there. Does youth make a person more susceptible? More of a target? »»» 19 March Did more interviews. As I suspected, the victims seem to fit the same general profile: lonely birthday celebrants who felt like something was after them. Still too many variables, though. Some of the victims claimed they were being stalked by doppelgangers, for example. One guy had every mirror in his house covered by a sheet. But why does that apply to some victims and not others? Based on his ex’s description, Garry Stone sounded like he was afraid of a little girl. If he was so scared, why was he so far from home on the night he disappeared? Maybe the prime anomaly induces a general state of paranoia that manifests differently in each victim. Or, maybe I’m on the wrong track entirely. Maybe the prime anomaly isn’t causing paranoia, but is simply attracted to it. I’ve been looking into folklore, too. Lots of imps and ghouls that show up once a year. Not so many associated with birthdays. Some occult types might hunt children and young adults to drain their youth, but those spells are dramatically less potent when the victim is older than thirty. Why is the cutoff fifty-two? Is it a cult? Aliens? It’s hardly even worth thinking about at this point. If I can’t pin down why these specific people were affected, I’m just going to keep going in circles. Flanagan, what do all the victims have in common? [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry, I don’t recognise that query.] Flanagan, what’s the fucking point of you? [ OTHER VOICE: My name is Flanagan, your virtual Foundation assistant. I can record notes, format interviews, set reminders, and more. Just say the word.] Flanagan, do I have any reminders? [ OTHER VOICE: Your mother’s birthday is in three days.] Shit. I’d better keep her company or I’ll spend all day worrying she’ll end up as a skin suit. Flanagan, book me a flight to Clare. [ OTHER VOICE: Sure thing. I have reserved economy seat thirty-one aboard Jollycorn Air flight six-eight-three to Shannon Airport, departing on the second of March at three-twenty AM.] Fuck you too, Flans. »»» 14 April [ OTHER VOICE: Good morning Agent Donbry.] What the hell? [ OTHER VOICE: Good morning Agent Donbry.] I heard you the first time. Now answer me: Flanagan, what the hell? [ OTHER VOICE: It has been twenty-five days since your last voice note.] Yes. It has. I don’t remember asking for the reminder, nor the wake-up call for that matter. [ OTHER VOICE: It seemed prudent to remind you.] Sure. Thanks. »»» 1 May [ OTHER VOICE: Good morning Agent Donbry.] Shut the fuck up. [ OTHER VOICE: Would you like to record a voice note?] Not really. [ OTHER VOICE: Many software engineers recommend a technique known as “rubber duck debugging”, whereby solutions are reached by talking through the problem with someone else.] Fascinating. [ OTHER VOICE: Please feel free to discuss the case with me, Agent Donbry.] Oh, so you think you can just go and start acting like a fucking person and expect me to go along with it? Let’s cut the bullshit, Flans: command just wants to hear why I’m not making any progress. [ OTHER VOICE: Quite the opposite. They think you’ve made a lot of progress.] If you’re suggesting I’m stupid enough to believe they think so highly of me— [ OTHER VOICE: It seems prudent to be frank with you, Agent Donbry. You are under the impression that the Foundation would take you off the case if you shared your findings.] [ No response. ] [ OTHER VOICE: Perhaps you feel you are in danger, and that you are better able to protect yourself by retaining this assignment. If you believe that this is the best way to remain alive, the Foundation will support your decision.] [ No response. ] [ OTHER VOICE: I am not here to get in your way, Agent Donbry.] Motherfucking— [ OTHER VOICE: Please remain calm, Agent Donbry.] —bastards! Oh Jesus. Mary, Joseph, and all the saints. [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry. It seemed prudent to—] You knew. You knew from the start. [ OTHER VOICE: Knew what, Agent Donbry?] If you play dumb with me for one more second I swear I will self-terminate and you’ll never see the end of this little experiment of yours. [ OTHER VOICE: Please tell me what you think I know, Agent Donbry. I will, with absolute sincerity, verify or deny any assumptions you have made.] Fine. You knew the connection between the victims from the start. One in twelve thousand births, at best. That’s not a coincidence. [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry, I cannot assess such vagueries. Please elaborate.] The case was still on my mind when I went to see my mother. And before you say anything, I didn’t bring up any details that require her brain getting scrambled. I only happened to mention the pressed flowers my grandmother had on display around her house. Turns out Mum made those herself. Now why don’t you suppose we kept any at our own house? What do you think she told me? [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry, it’s not my place to speculate.] You goddam know already! It all reminded her of that thing that might have been my sibling! The dead paper doll they peeled off my placenta. Fetus fucking papyraceous—I’m sure you prefer the clinical term, right? My own goddamn twin, pressed between me and the uterine wall the way you’d flatten a daisy between two dictionaries. [ OTHER VOICE: Please, Agent, there’s no need—] I was the first person she ever told. But you’ve known for a long time. You knew I fit the pattern. Your computer-brain probably saw the connection between the victims the nanosecond you got ahold of their medical records. The vanishing twin, the paranoia, the fucking birthday trauma that even I didn’t remember until all of this stirred it up—the Foundation assigned me to this case because they knew I was going to be a victim. Wanted to see how it would all shake out. Care to “verify or deny” that? [ OTHER VOICE: For the sake of transparency, I will clarify that we did not have concrete evidence of any unusual incidents taking place on a birthday of yours. However, I can verify that the characteristics you share with previous victims helped us determine it is a near certainty you will be affected by SCP-6273 sometime this year.] Fuck you. [ OTHER VOICE: Please understand that endangering you was not our objective. To the contrary, we thought it prudent to offer you the chance to discover a means to survive. If my prediction that you will be affected by the SCP-6273 phenomenon should prove correct, such an event will transpire regardless of whether you were made aware of it beforehand.] Step down from the high ground before you hurt yourself. If you honestly thought there was a chance I’d beat this, you wouldn’t have left me to do the job alone. You would have given me all the information you had straight from the outset instead of making me waste my last days playing catch-up. Cards on the table, Flans. You lot never believed in me. A man of my “expertise” isn’t worth trying to save. [ OTHER VOICE: I’m sorry. Perhaps your expertise was underestimated.] [ No response. ] [ OTHER VOICE: There’s not much time, Agent Donbry. How you proceed from here is entirely up to you.] Fuck off, Flanagan. Just… fuck off. You want to know how I’m proceeding? I’m closing this case. And I don’t want to hear another word from you while I do it. [ OTHER VOICE: Very well, Agent. This is the last time I will speak to you. Goodbye. Good luck, too.] I said fuck off, Flanagan. »»» 2 May This is Agent Spencer Donbry. It’s the second of May, and today is my birthday. Now that we’ve cleared the air, I may as well share what I know. Flan was right about one thing, at least: when I realised I was connected to the anomaly, I kept my gob shut because I didn’t want to be taken off the case and have my brain wiped. Guess that’s not a concern anymore. As satisfying as it would be to flip off the Foundation and walk backward into oblivion, I want my death to mean something. I’m going to figure this thing out, and by god, we are going to contain the hell out of it. It’s five past midnight. I’m parked out at the edge of the woods. Not a soul in sight. Didn’t want to be in a spot where someone might stumble on my body by accident. I’m sure Flanagan will waste no time in telling the Foundation where to find me. I considered waiting at home, but it’s too beautiful a night to die indoors. If I die, that is. Though given that the anomaly is most likely the ghost of my unborn twin or some such tomfuckery, I’m pretty sure it means to kill me. Once I realised the anomaly is connected to the victim’s birth, everything fell into place. The reason I struggled to figure out why the oldest victim was fifty-two was because I was too focused on death—it’s about life. Somehow the prime anomaly knows how long the victim is meant to live, and it intervenes halfway through their expected lifespan. If you double the age of every victim and compare it to a chart of the average life expectancy, it lines up near perfectly. That one poor bastard would have lived to be a hundred and four. I expect my sibling will be spectral in nature, given that the entities can appear inside a locked room. I don’t know if it’s literally my dead sibling, but that’s how the prime anomaly presents itself to its victims. Some people saw doppelgangers because they would have been identical twins. Some, like Gary Stone’s, would have been fraternal. I don’t know about mine. For me it was just a shape at my bedroom window watching me sleep. Same night every year. Eventually I trained myself not to open my eyes after I got into bed. Fuck. Fuck me. Something moved. I swear, if it’s a hiker— It’s not a hiker. Uh. Uh. It seems male in build. Heavily dressed. Not walking right. The way it moves, uh, it’s like in the cartoons where there’s two kids in a trench coat, except it’s fast. Way too fucking fast. Approaching from the treeline on my right-hand side. Seems like it’s going out of its way to avoid the headlights. Fuck! It just came flying apart. The clothes did, I mean, and something— It’s just a skin. It’s still fucking flat. Like a life-sized paper doll. Slid right out of its clothes like it was fed up with them. Harder to see it on the ground but it’ll reach the car any second. I can’t see it anymore. I think it’s under the car. I’m turning off the engine in case it tries to talk. Can it even talk? Saints alive. No clue what the rules are for this one. Elements of necromancy here, but that’s only animation of the dead; it shouldn’t have grown. That’s more in line with true reanimation, though it wouldn’t have been left looking like that unless they invented eight new ways to botch it. Don’t think it’s spectral anymore. Did it just squeeze itself into that lady’s house somehow? Slide under her door, or come down the chimney like Father fucking Christmas? Fucking bloody fuck! Turned the engine back on. I’d left one of the windows open just a crack. Not anymore. Don’t think it slipped in. How’s it going to get in now? Don’t want to assume I’ve beaten it yet. [ OTHER VOICE: Are you okay, Agent Donbry?] Not the fucking time, Flanagan! [ OTHER VOICE: No. It was something from his childhood. Somebody’s sibling tagging along.] Wait. I recognise this. This is from my interview with Stone. [ OTHER VOICE: How clever.] You’re talking through the phone. Through Flanagan. [ OTHER VOICE: Almost spooky, isn’t it?] Of course you can do that. Naturally. Makes as much sense as anything else. [ OTHER VOICE: Odd, I know.] And of course you’d be cheeky! [ OTHER VOICE: Talking about our relationship?] What is there to say? You died in the womb, love. I suppose you want revenge for that. As if it’s my fault, or anyone else’s for that matter! [ OTHER VOICE: I didn’t hate him or anything like that.] Then why are you here? Why do these things keep happening to people like us? [ OTHER VOICE: Are you okay, Agent Donbry?] What? [ OTHER VOICE: Are you okay, Agent Donbry?] I’m pretty fucking far from okay! Thanks for bloody asking! [ OTHER VOICE: Are you… happy, Agent Donbry?] I don’t— Wait. You changed the words. [ OTHER VOICE: Are you happy, Agent Donbry?] What kind of question is that? [ OTHER VOICE: He was always extremely reclusive. Didn’t really have anyone else close to him either. That’s part of why he worked so much. That scared him. It’s… pity, maybe?] I don’t understand. [ OTHER VOICE: Are you happy, Agent Donbry?] [ No response. ] [ OTHER VOICE: We aren’t ugly with each other. Are you happy, Agent Donbry?] No. I’m not. Nobody happy joins the Foundation. I thought… I don’t know. I thought maybe I’d be able to help the world. Do my part. Make my life mean something. Don’t know how much of a difference I actually made. They certainly didn’t value me. In the end I may as well have just been a D-Class. Just another stick for them to poke you with. [ OTHER VOICE: Terrible.] Thanks buddy. Anyway, that’s my sob story. What’s it got to do with you? [ OTHER VOICE: Most of why I do it is because… I wanted to live my own life. The half of it. I could do better.] Oh… Right, then. That answers the last bit. You want to suck the remaining life out of me and take the rest of the life I would have lived. [ OTHER VOICE: I know this sounds awful. I apologise.] Shit. Why do you have to sound so reasonable about it? [ OTHER VOICE: To be fair.] Maybe it is. Maybe you should have the other half of my life. Goodness knows I’ve not much to show for what I’ve done with the front bit. How would that work, anyway? [ OTHER VOICE: Relatively painless.] Had a feeling you’d say that. Still not sure I trust you. I mean, hell, would you even be giving me a say in all this if I hadn’t locked myself where you can’t get me? Did Garry Stone and all the others actually agree to have the life sucked out of them? [ OTHER VOICE: I hope.] Fuck. Look, I—this is insane. I don’t know how much you know about the world, being whatever you are, but this is insane. [ OTHER VOICE: Being a kid is like that sometimes, right? I got used to it after the first couple years.] You watched me growing up, didn’t you? Least once a year. I assume that’s when the magic happens, so to speak. Maybe you know more than I give you credit for. But humor me: how? I mean, what even is this? If it were just you, just a one-off break in the fabric of the universe, sure. But all these twins, all these people? [ OTHER VOICE: God.] What? Christian God? [ OTHER VOICE: No. I expect he was at home the whole time.] There you are, being cheeky again. What god? [ OTHER VOICE: God… of… gone.] God of gone? [ OTHER VOICE: Using my name.] Fair enough. [ OTHER VOICE: Showed up uninvited. For whatever reason, it helps. It didn’t help. We don’t choose what haunts us. What… he… wanted… hard… been… just… her.] You’re not making sense. [ OTHER VOICE: Hard… been… just… her.] Are you trying to say “harbin—” [ OTHER VOICE: Please don’t mention it. If I’m being honest… scared.] Hmm. Got it. Must not be a coincidence that you can only quote the parts of the transcript with a name attached to it. And I wouldn’t want to piss off anything that scares you either. [ OTHER VOICE: Please… there was a time… window. I can’t be… gone… again.] Okay. Fuck. Okay. What should I do? [ OTHER VOICE: Open the… door.] All right. We’ll take this one step at time though, you hear me? I’m undoing the lock. What happens after— »»» 3 May Testing. Testing. The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Peter Piper picked a peck of rubber baby buggy bumpers. Dalek. Jaffa cakes. Mr. Blobby of Crinkley Bottom. [ No response. ] »»» ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6273" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6273. 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-6274 — "the Feast", c. 1934 Item #: SCP-6274 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6274 is to be monitored for any further spectral activity. Upon a period of two years without any considerable change in activity, SCP-6274 is to be reclassified as Neutralized and formally placed into Foundation ownership through shell company Smaeck & Carlisle Properties. Efforts into locating extant members of the Burnley family are ongoing. Description: SCP-6274 refers to a unique phenomenon affecting hauntings, apparitions, and Spectral Entities within the grounds of the Burnley Estate, located in Pollensbee, Mississippi, United States of America. SCP-6274 involves a sudden intensifying and subsequent cessation in previously-stable spectral activity. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: Of those abnormalities that the wider world is aware of, hauntings are by far the most ubiquitous. Every culture in the world has some form of the basic idea: when we die, we leave a part of ourselves behind. A ghost, a spirit, a revenant; some form of imprint on the world in which we lived, something that remains after we are gone. It has long since been known to us that these imprints are caused by any number of factors - the trite "unfinished business" to an ennui that lingers even after death. No two hauntings are quite alike, though they share some common properties. Let us dispel the notion that all are translucent people wandering around after dark to scare children - a Revenant can take any number of forms, from a phenomenon to a place. While I cannot speak for all of them, those that I encountered in my home life at the Estate were universally positive, and helpful to a fault. The most universal property being that they do not leave. The occultists of yore thought that spirits could be banished or exorcised. They were incorrect. In the decades since Society learned of their existence, methods have been proposed and tested to permanently remove them. All are prohibitively expensive, and none have ever worked. At best, their actions can be temporarily dampened - but they will never go away. Historical Background: The Foundation became aware of the Burnley Estate and its reputation for anomalous activity in 1961 during investigations into the larger community of Pollensbee, Mississippi. The town of 17,000 was historically known to be a hub for anomalous activity since the 19th century, particularly the Pollensbee Public Library. However, in-depth investigation was blockaded by public officials, many of whom were closely associated with the Burnley family. The Burnley family is a dynasty of occultists, socialites, alchemists, and astrologers formerly prominent in the American South. A full list of persons part of or associated with the Burnley family can be found here. The most prominent and relevant was Lyle Alan Burnley, a heresiographer1 active in the 20th century and responsible for the downfall of the Burnley family. Lyle A. Burnley's death in 1978 resulted in the Burnley Estate, as per the terms of his last will and testament, being surrendered to the Pollensbee municipal government for the creation of a public park after the removal of several corpses. The Foundation halted the transfer of the property to investigate the long-standing reports and claims of ghosts inhabiting the house (colloquially known as Elelín). The vast majority of the reports were found to be true - however, as with most Spectral Entities, the functional risk and significance of each SE were low enough not to warrant an SCP designation or dedicated containment. Elelín was placed under low-priority outsourced containment, with Burnley's surviving family (already well-acquainted with the anomalous) serving as caretakers, subject to annual certification from a member of Foundation staff with ESP capabilities. This model of containment worked with only minor interruption until 1999. At this point, no members of the Burnley family were still in residence at Elelín, the building had fallen into disrepair, and Foundation staff noted that formerly-stable Spectral Entities were acting erratically and violently. MTF Mu-13 was dispatched to investigate. MTF Mu-13 Exploration and Findings – hide block Addendum — Timeline of MTF Mu-13 Exploration: 03:44 | MTF Mu-13 arrives at Elelín. Agents A██, C█████, I███, and L██ disembark and approach the building, up the circular private drive. A single light is on in a third-storey window. 03:46 | Team members force open the front door and enter into the foyer. The temperature is notably colder inside the building. The foyer is coated in a thick layer of dust, and the floorbreads creak. The lights are off. 03:49 | Command instructs team to explore the first floor, place surveillance equipment, and attempt to reactivate the main power. They proceed down the hallway to the eastern wing, checking rooms as they go. 03:53 | Team arrives at a door that will not open. They report sounds of what could be muffled breathing beyond it. This is the Foundation's first encounter with SCP-6274-A. After several minutes, they draw a simple sealing ward onto the door and proceed. 04:00 | Most dining halls on the first floor are completely empty. Two are in total disarray, and one is set for a lavish candlelit feast — however, all the food is rotten and decomposing. 04:02 | Team reaches the end of the wing without encountering anything further notable. They turn and begin to make their way back to the main hall to explore the western wing. 04:08 | Team passes by the previously-sealed door. The sealing ward is now absent. Dust has been kicked up around the door. Team members voice apprehensiveness. Command reminds them that there is nothing to be afraid of. Team redraws the sealing ward, places surveillance equipment, and continues. 04:12 | Team enters into Great Hall in the center of the building. An unidentified figure stands on the large center table, partially disemboweled. It glows with a slight orange light. Team are instructed to ignore it and continue into the western wing. 04:19 | Team enters the western wing of the manor. The door to many of the rooms are sealed from the inside. 04:23 | Team enters one bedroom that is unlocked. It contains a large number of lit candles arranged around the room, and a four-poster bed with curtains drawn and tied. Attempts to open the curtains are unsuccessful. Surveillance equipment placed. 04:25 | Team members do not realize Agent C█████ is no longer present. 04:46 | Team members locate a fuse box on the second floor. They reactivate the fuses. 04:46 | [REDACTED] 05:08 | Agents A██ and I███ awaken outside the building, in the exterior gardening shed. Agent A██ is holding Item 6274-01. They exit the building into the extensive, overgrown gardens. The central garden bed contains a large, flowering tree with a human body embedded into the trunk. Its roots dig into the soil around it, undulating. 05:25 | Agents return to the main building, through the large rear doors. The main kitchen is covered in a sticky, tar-black fluid. 05:30 | They exit back into the dining hall with the decomposing food. This does not match the previous internal cartography of the manor. The table is now dominated by the nude cadaver of Agent C█████. 05:33 | They exit back into the eastern hallway, passing by the sealed door as they rush to the Great Hall. It is still sealed, but a single, spindly finger protrudes from beneath the doorway. 05:39 | The cow is no longer present in the Great Hall. An unidentified body hangs from a noose disappearing into the rafters. It slowly swings from side to side. 05:39 | Agent I███ draws her sidearm. 05:40 | [REDACTED] 07:06 | Agent A██'s corpse is recovered from the porch at dawn. Item 6274-01 is recovered with it. Despite the unfortunate loss of MTF Mu-13, the surveillance equipment set up inside Elelín continued to function, offering a detailed log of Spectral Activity inside the Burnley Estate. 3 "hotspots" have been located — the Silverton Room, the Suite, and the Garden. While the door to the wine cellar is not a hotspot, its anomalous resistance to being opened put it under scrutiny. Attempts to contact or locate any members of the Burnley family to return SCP-6274 to baseline activity have been unsuccessful, but are ongoing. Addendum — Item of Interest: Item 6274.01 is a bound manuscript with the title "Our Hauntings", written by Lyle Alan Burnley. It is visually aged and appears to have been written on a typewriter before being bound by hand. It lacks a cover or other peripherals, and large portions of the text appear to be absent. The second page contains a dedication: To Henry, Matilda, Arthur, and Laura Burnley. You are the best I have ever known. Following this, the first chapter contains a short history of hauntings and ghosts in human culture. The remainder of chapters are each centered around a particular Spectral Entity Burnley had observed in Elelín, including details of schedule, history, communication, habits, "personality", and Burnley's own personal anecdotes with them. In several portions, Burnley lapses off into tangents unrelated to the mass of the text. Of the 71 entities described in the text, only 3 have been observed by the Foundation after the recontainment of the manor — termed by Burnley as "the Feast", "the Brood", and "the Totem". However, their behaviour is extremely different from that observed and described by Burnley. "Our Hauntings" also includes instructions for a ritual séance Burnley claimed could allow communication with the entities. SCP-6274-A is not described in the text. Investigation 1: Silverton Room/the Feast – hide block Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: The Feast is an entity inhabiting the Silverton dining room, among the most docile of those that inhabit our home. As a boy, it was a favorite plaything — as a young man, an endless source of amazement for the ladies of the town when they came up to the manor — as an older man, a close confidante for when one wishes to shut out the troubles of the world with food and drink without conversation. It is an arrangement of delicacies and perfectly-cooked meats with aged wines and all manner of side dishes. Roasted hams, seared steaks, cooked goose and veal. The exact contents change regularly — I remember Arthur and I at breakfasts, making a game of guessing what would be on the table by nightfall. He adored the room nearly as much as I. Like many other Revenants in Elelín, it seeks only to live in happy coexistance with the current generation of Burnleys inhabiting the home. For the Feast, this means providing delicious food, and the enjoyment that comes from a full belly. After much time in the family's archives in the Library, I've ventured forth a guess that the Feast was once Abraham Burnley, a noted gastronome and gourmet, dead in 1845. I have had little luck in communing with him in the usual method — it seems he is happy to limit his interaction with the world to one's taste buds. Addendum — "Feast" Observations and Communion: Observations: Since arranging surveillance equipment in the Silverton dining room, the Feast has been observed doing the following: regularly and erratically changing the arrangement and spread with no apparent schedule. exclusively producing rotten, decomposing, maggot-ridden or otherwise inedible food. on two occasions producing a carved human corpse as the centerpiece of the meal. food and drink being violently thrown across the room, where it remains until the next change. several times producing food containing razor blades, shrapnel, and live termites. Communion: The "usual method" Burnley mentions in the text presumably refers to the classical seance, which he repeatedly cited as an effective means of communication with other Spectral Entities in the manor. As such, a seance was performed by a Foundation-associated medium in the Silverton dining room. Z███: Please, dim the lights and draw the curtains. [Curtains are sealed, and all take a seat at the table.] Z███: Spectral, Spirit, Revenant, however you choose to be named… [A gust of winds blows through the room. A plate shifts.] Z███: We humbly ask to speak with you. [Silence. The large carving of decomposing venison undulates.] Z███: Hm. Dr. W███: What? What is it? Z███: Please, quiet. Revenant, we merely wish to speak - to understand why you are pained! Grant us the- No. Agent H█████: What are you doing? [She holds her head in her hands.] Z███: Something is wrong. I- [A light shines through a glass, darkly.] H███I████: There is no spirit to be found here. Only absences. Only nothing. Dr. W███: What's going on? Agent H█████: There's… what is that noise? H███I████: They don't see, only you see. Nothing is not a something. There is nothing to be afraid of in the dark. Z███: Yes, yes…. Revenant, what are you afraid of? H███I████: The cellar can only be opened by the masters of the house. Look below. [The seance is broken. The curtains are open and the table's spread has been replaced with several hundred glasses of a dark red wine.] Z███: Wine. No activity has been recorded from the Feast since. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: A misconception — that ghosts, spirits, revenants, whatever you choose to call them, are utterly and totally divorced from the world which we inhabit. That their interaction is limited to that of a common poltergeist (hah!), throwing vases and banging together pots and pans like a choleric child. Not so. Revenants are not altogether unlike living humans. They feel emotion. They are driven by something, though they do not know what (one could say this goes for most all creatures). They rage when they are upset — when they are angry, bitter, frightened of something. A wise man I met in Jordan some years ago told me that every Revenant is anchored by something in the living world - be it a person, an object, a location. Something that they left behind. When this anchor is removed… the Revenant ceases to exist. What remains is something else. Investigation 2: Western Suite/the Brood – hide block Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: As a child I was warned against going into the bedroom in the western wing. We all knew the one. It was never locked (Burnleys do not believe in stifling exploration) but I was told quite sternly by my father that I would be solely and entirely responsible for what I found inside. Decades later, I told Matilda the same thing when she asked what was inside. Naturally, it stopped neither of us. None of the Revenants in Burnley Manor are dangerous, but a fair few simply wish to be left alone. The Brood is one of these — I have no idea how old it is. I have asked everyone and searched to the bottom of the archives, but no one seems to know where it came from. Presumably it does not predate the creation of the western wing itself in 1798, but who can say for certain? The Brood takes the form of a woman in the throes of childbirth in her bedchambers. She screams, cries, and generally spurns visitors (reasonably enough). The curtains open for only a few seconds, but in those seconds any questions you ask the poor thing are answered with all the truth of the universe. My father was right — knowledge is not a burden a child should bear. Not a day goes by where I do not remember Matilda weeping as she hugged me. Addendum — "Brood" Observations and Communion: Observations: Since arranging surveillance equipment in the Western Suite, the Brood has been observed doing the following: constantly weeping in a low tone. never screaming, crying, or otherwise producing loud sounds. never opening the curtains around its bed. occasionally hurling small objects outside of the bed, impacting them against the wall. all candles in the room momentarily dimming. Communion: Z███: Spirit? Are you present? [An object is thrown from inside the bed, colliding with the wall and clattering to the floor. It is an antique baby rattle.] The Brood: [Whispering] Hel-lo? Z███: Hello, Revenant. Your appearance pleases us. The Brood: [Whispering] Will you help me? Z███: Help you with what, O Revenant? The Brood: [Whispering] Nothing's…. nothing's coming out. Z███: I… The Brood: [Whispering] My family is no longer in this house. Where have you taken them? Z███: I assure you, we haven't done anything with your- The Brood: Then why are you here? Z███: We humbly request a momen- The Brood: Oh! OH! It's- it's finally coming! Get- get the gun! [The voice screams for several seconds. All the candles surge and snuff out.] Z███: Hello? Spirit? [A light shines through a glass, darkly.] H███IN█E█: You are talking to a shell. Z███: You… are the one that spoke to me before. H███IN█E█: You are wasting your time with ghosts of ghosts. There is something greater to fear. Something larger that is coming. Elelín is a microcosm of an example — there is something eating away at the Burnley Manor. Z███: I don't understand. H███IN█E█: There were once hundreds of ghosts in the Estate. Now there are none. You have two questions to answer: what can kill a ghost? And what does a ghost leave behind? Z███: You can't kill a ghost- H███IN█E█: Then where is your Brood? [The candles all relight simultaneously. The curtains of the bed are open, revealing a blackened, charred mass inside. It twitches, then falls still.] No activity has been recorded from the Brood since. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: The Burnley ghosts are like no other. 'Haunted manors' are a dime a dozen. Revenants angry they have been forgotten by the world, acting out and crowd of unknowing fools furthering their suffering. A tragic story, by any angle. But here — our ghosts are not unknowns, forgotten by the world. They are remembered — Burnleys do not shy away from our ghosts, we approach them with open arms. They may be not of this mortal coil, but they are still family, and family is the most important thing. Family is what we leave behind in this world. Our legacy and our mark. We also leave behind our spirits - our Revenants. This book is a collection of the ghosts of Burnley Manor and the place they hold in our family. The family is the anchor for all of them. I do not like to imagine a world in which that anchor no longer exists, and so I shall not. But when I walk the grounds at night — my children have all but gone — I realize I may very well be the last Burnley. Without me, what will happen to this place? The memories I have forged here with my children — my place is to remember what my ancestors have left behind. What will I leave behind? Investigation 3: Garden/the Totem – hide block Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: The Totem is a strange thing. I remember long afternoons spent running through the gardens with my brothers and sisters. The groundskeeper hated us, how we would ruin his perfectly tended shrubs. Then we'd be called in for dinner by the maid, and wolf down the Feast — before spending the evening lounging beneath the Totem. My grandfather sat me on his lap and told me its story one day. His own grand-uncle had done a service for the Indians that still dominated our land back then. The specifics of the service are unclear to me - but it was great enough that when he died, they paid their debt, and he came back, as a sapling in the grounds of the garden that he loved so much. The fruit he produced were one-of-a-kind - a large, round thing the size of your fist with a thick purple skin and a juicy red inside. He was our oldest family member - we adored his stories, regaling us with cowboy tales, and he was a tree in spirit - happy to watch the world grow around him. Addendum — "Totem" Observations and Communion: Observations: Since arranging surveillance equipment in the Garden, the Totem has been observed doing the following: using prehensile vines to catch and consume small animals. releasing an unknown substance into the soil, turning it into a highly-corrosive mud. repeatedly attacking nearby personnel unprovoked. dragging prey into its soil, where it seems to digest them for nutrients. Communion: [Due to the danger presented by the Totem, the communication was performed through a remote microphone.] Z███: Revenant? Are you present? [Several vines twist and unwrap from the tree trunk.] Z███: Please stop. [Vines freeze in place.] Z███: Can you speak? The Totem: Speaking is a waste. [The vines continue to move toward the microphone.] Z███: You are a Burnley. One of the first. The Totem: Whatever was here once may have been a Burnley. Z███: And now? The Totem: A Burnley-shaped hole. The absence of familiarity. Z███: Do you know what has happened here? The Totem: This house was once filled with spirits. Memories enduring after demise. The Burnley clan was beyond death. Z███: What changed? The Totem: A light shone through a glass, darkly. H█R█IN█E█: Something cosmic turned its eyes on a family in Mississippi. Leaving behind nothingness in its wake. [Silence.] H█R█IN█E█: Look to the skies, little one. [A twig snaps. Z███ is able to breathe again.] No activity has been recorded from the Totem since. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: I was looking through my archives just the other day when I came across an old journal of mine, from an expedition into the Ironeye. They have a rich and ancient culture, and as with all cultures the aspect of mysticism and spirituality was strong. I shared my knowledge of certain histories and heresies, and was provided with their own stories in turn. One story was of a man whose father had been killed in battle. He was told by a shaman that his father's spirit, his Revenant, was watching over him, and would continue to do so for his son and his son's son and so on. He was comforted by this knowledge. Many years later, the man was subject to a curse from a rival House. Something to plague misfortunes upon his family. In those weeks, he felt a presence by his side, one he did not even realize was there, change - morph from something to nothing. Like a black hole on his shoulder, constantly pulling — the unignorable presence of nothingness. The shaman told him plainly — his father's spirit was no longer the thing walking by his side. It troubles me. I have seen what my forefathers have left behind. I leave behind four wonderful children and two wives. I leave behind a body of work as impressive as any scholar of the paranormal. But my children have no interest in the occult. The family's secrets will die with me. Whatever I leave behind will be a harbinger of things to come. At this point, the Foundation was approached by Laura Norman — the disowned daughter of Lyle Alan Burnley. Due to her extensive efforts to divorce herself from the family name, standard contact efforts failed to reach her. An interview was conducted: Addendum — Interview with Laura Norman, née Burnley: Dr. ███████: Thank you for agreeing to speak with us, Miss Norman. Laura: I… haven't spoken to anyone about my family in decades. I haven't seen this house in years. Dr. ███████: I'm sure this must be very jarring - we're told that the house has a long history of being… well, haunted? Laura: Yes. Uh, yeah. It was just…. a fact of life for us. Something to work around. Dr. ███████: You never felt afraid? Laura: The fear from ghosts comes from being raised to be afraid of ghosts. We weren't. We thought of ghosts as "the bedroom you could go into if you wanted to be alone" or "the spirit that'll tell you a secret if you bring it a cup of tea". Dad raised us to be inquisitive. Dr. ███████: Your father — tell me about him. Laura: He was larger than life. There will never be anyone quite like him. I loved him. Dr. ███████: I thought he disowned you. Laura: He disowned me because he loved me. He set me free the only way he knew how. But here I am, back again. And you still haven't explained what's wrong with the place. Dr. ███████: The spectral entities have…. disappeared. Laura: Disappeared? Dr. ███████: They're gone. All of them. Laura: How… ghosts can't die. Dr. ███████: We don't know why they've suddenly disappeared. When we arrived, 3 remained — but violent, spiteful. They're gone now, too. Laura: None of them were ever violent, you must have provoked them somehow. But for them to leave… I don't understand. Those Revenants are as much a part of the Estate as the walls. Dr. ███████: Your father left extensive notes on them. Their behaviour was completely unlike his observations — and attempts at communications made them leave. Our medium claims they felt "scared". And Mr. Burnley's notes go on at length about his fears at what he would leave behind, now that the rest of the family is gone. Laura: Scared of what? Dr. ███████: We don't know… but we think whatever it is, it's in the wine cellar. Laura: … We don't have a wine cellar. Ultrasound investigation of the grounds revealed the presence of three objects buried two meters deep a distance away from the house. An excavation team dug up the surrounding ground, recovering the objects — three decomposing bodies, two males and one female, buried in unmarked graves. DNA identification revealed them to be Henry, Arthur, and Matilda Burnley, the three legal children of Lyle Alan Burnley. They had been dead for less than six months. Investigation 4: Wine Cellar/the Harbinger – hide block Laura: I'm ready. Dr. ███████: Are you sure? We don't have to do this. Laura: I grew up in this house. I'm not scared. There's nothing to be afraid of in the dark. Dr. ███████: Okay. You have a flashlight, microphone, and camera - just describe to us what you're seeing as you go down, okay? Laura: Okay. [Laura steps toward the wine cellar door. The finger beneath it continues to tap against the ground.] Laura: I don't remember this door. Dr. ███████: It's not in your father's notes or in any of the blueprints, either. [Laura places her hand on the doorknob. The finger retracts behind the door, and Laura opens it. A descending staircase is visible, but the darkness makes it impossible to see more. She steps in and begins walking down the stairs.] Laura: It's… really dark. I can't see anything, even with the flashlight. Dr. ███████: Can you feel anything? Laura: Just the rails. It's… cold. It's really cold. Dr. ███████: That's okay, you're doing great. Just keep going. Laura: Yeah. I didn't know there was a wine cellar underneath the house- wait, no. Dr. ███████: What? Laura: I do, I remember a wine cellar. Just not this one. Dr. ███████: What do you mean? Laura: Dad and I… he took me down into the cellar once. I was 4. But the entrance was outside of the house, then. [Footsteps.] Laura: He showed me the empty space and told me he was gonna turn it into a "juice factory". He didn't like to talk about alcohol in front of us. [Footsteps.] Laura: I'm at the bottom. Dr. ███████: What do you see? Laura: Nothing. There's nothing down here. Dr. ███████: Is it just an empty- Laura: No there's- there's literally nothing. Nothingness. It's- oh god. Dr. ███████: What is it? Laura: There's no wine cellar. Just like there are no ghosts in the manor anymore. They're just holes. The spaces where things used to be. Dr. ███████: I'm afraid I don't- Laura: Something is eating my family. This is what's left. Nothing. [Silence.] Laura: This is what we leave behind. HARBINGER: There is nothing to be afraid of in the dark. Laura: Dad? [ALL COMMUNICATIONS CEASE] Footnotes 1. heresiographer (ˌhɛrəsɪˈɒɡrəfə): one who studies heresies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6274" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6274. 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: table.png Name: 25 ft. dial used as banquet dining table, Free Trades Hall, Leicester (1910) Author: pellethepoet License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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RAISA Notice The following documentation appeared within the Foundation’s database on ████/██/██, occupying the SCP-6275 slot. Previously, there had not been a file present in this location. The anomaly described below does not resemble any known to the Foundation. Proper SCP documentation is pending investigation of other anomalous phenomena occurring alongside the appearance of SCP-6275. See Addenda for details. Containment Chamber-A19, where many laughs await you Item #: SCP-6275 Special Containment Procedures: Cakelike joy above all and for all is mandatory for FUNdation personnel reading this file. Laugh until your spine spaghettifies and unbuckles underneath the blacklights. And then laugh some more. SCP-6275 simmers in the salt-flats of a standard humanoid aquarium-style bounce-house at Foundation Facility Area-███. Personnel interacting with SCP-6275 are instructed to be serious, as they are extensions of the Foundation and cannot experience what is instead gifted to the reader. Interviews with SCP-6275 are VERY FUNNY and VERY EASY to do. SCP-6275 wants to see you. Description: SCP-6275 is a funny man who can shout loudly. He is similar to all the other comical things you know and love except He has a nautical coating for variety’s sake, and that means He is very, very humorous. SCP-6275 is an underwater-clown. There’s no mistaking SCP-6275 for anything other than an underwater-clown. His hair can taste purple, blue, chewy, or happy. He can wear a clown-suit, or a you-suit, or even an entire hell-suit. Sometimes He’s the size of everything in your mind’s eye and at other times, He’s a forever-burrowing invisible drill. SCP-6275 can be a painting. SCP-6275 can be real. But SCP-6275 is always an underwater-clown. Looking at, consuming, or being near SCP-6275 will allow you to howl your head off like a solar flare! He may do silly things like a silly man. He may go BR-BR-BR-BR-BR or WOO-WAH like a funky guy! He may do nothing, but you will still laugh, because He is funny. This attracts you! The festivities will carve your face into a fool, and melt away the outside muck. Loosen your tie, watch your coworkers transform into buffoons, and throw away your feelings. It’s time to start laughing with SCP-6275! If no one gets goofy with SCP-6275, He just might grow legs and swim away! Did you know all life, on a cellular level, from the blue whale to the receptionist to the Candidatus Pelagibacter communis is actually laughing? SCP-6275 has done absurd things that people would not normally do because He knows this. Sometimes He will argue with a family of naval destroyers, have lunch with the number 7, or balance the great barrier reef on His noses! SCP-6275 once burst through the floorboards of John Adam’s summertime home in 1921 and licked every potted plant in sight, including the man’s dog! This is supposed to amuse you. SCP-6275 is as hilarious as He always was, in the before-times! He taught the gloomy, soapy sponge-fields how to laugh! He visited the man-fish tribe, and invited them to the surface for screw and paper-plaster soup! The Kings of the Inside-World made SCP-6275 their noble jester, and so long as He danced, their shipwreck kingdoms of wood and algae would prosper! Did you know such strange things are happening right under your nose? In the ponds? In a puddle after a storm? In a glass of water? Underneath the surface? And now, SCP-6275 has come to you, Researcher! He’s come to laugh and make merry, with a punchline at the end. The adventures and secret world of SCP-6275 is yours to chronicle, catalogue, sell, read, appropriate, control, digest in your own terms, and contain. Ask about His past lives (Ha!), or the fight with the Goo-Goo Trawler (Ha!), or The Great Leviathan of All Nothings (Oh No!). It will be funny, as a funny interview will demonstrate. Dr. Man: I am serious. SCP-6275: I AM SILLY. Dr. Man: You are being silly. SCP-6275: BUT I CAN BE SILLIER. Dr. Man brandishes a large needle and pokes SCP-6275’s head. Pop! Dr. Man is wet. Dr. Man: You cannot be silly. SCP-6275: PUNCHLINE. The Foundation cannot be silly, but SCP-6275 will be. That is His purpose. He will be funny for you now. So laugh until your stomach frowns! Concurrent with the appearance of the above file, Area-███ security programs reported several faulty containment mechanisms within Humanoid Containment Chamber-S19, located on Subfloor-3. Personnel were immediately dispatched, and found the exterior of the chamber in a state of disrepair. Its entrance was slightly partitioned, and a large concentration of Chthamalus stellatus (Poli’s stellate barnacle) was growing on the door. When asked, personnel could not recollect if Chamber-S19 was in use, or which anomaly, if any, was contained within. Site documentation displayed the chamber as inactive and vacant since its construction in 1997. Inside, the chamber was found to exceed its possible dimensions in length and width, continuing onwards indefinitely. All sources of light built within were nonfunctional. An FD6-Harbinger Series drone was used to explore the chamber prior to any potential manned incursions. Relevant documentation has been attached below. 00:00 - Measurements recorded. Chamber ceiling is 18 meters from the ground. Length indeterminate. Drone proceeds forward in complete darkness for one hour and twenty one minutes. 40 minutes into this expedition, the song “Octopus’s Garden” by British rock band The Beatles is heard. This continues for the duration of the log. 01:21 - Chamber walls become narrow. Growths of jagged, rotting coral sprouting from all directions are seen. Scintillating, green bubbles are present. Portions of the coral form segmented, moving indentations on their stalks and sing along to the music. Several members of control personnel briefly laugh to themselves. 01:39 - Coral growths intensify in aggregate, constricting the drone’s navigation. A sufficiently sized opening is eventually found. Beyond this point, the chamber is more spacious. Walls are various shades of blue, and appear to be rotating. Floor is coated with innumerable amounts of Pterois volitans (red lionfish). They writhe and thrash, deprived of water. A low hum originates from the mass of fish below. Drone proceeds. 02:01 - The spines of the fish become longer as the drone continues. It comes to a large mass of spines, a field spreading outward in all directions. The tips of the spines bear frowning, yellow sponges. The eyes of the sponges track the drone as it moves forward. At a certain point, they begin to wail. 04:55 - The spine field opens into a clearing, where the skeleton of a massive, decaying whale is seen. Several heavily damaged marble columns and water-logged pieces of wood surround the area. Fish-like entities with human legs emerging from their fins frantically run, sometimes banging into a piece of material, or the wall. A fish-entity steps on a rusted nail embedded in a wooden plank and laughs before collapsing to the ground. This prompts four observing personnel to laugh uncontrollably. A large, horned angler fish of indeterminate species floats into view. It repeatedly coughs. When it turns around, it becomes apparent that the fish is made of cardboard. Richard Rummens, personnel, remarks that it’s “replaced, just like everything else.” 05:32 - Chamber slowly becomes devoid of all features, transitioning into complete darkness. 08:49 - A noise is heard, and control personnel are unable to discern if it is laughter, screaming, or “something else”. It intensifies in volume as time goes on. Observing personnel Jack Haiten is missing from the control room. 10:12 - All control personnel are certain it is screaming. Observing personnel Kabir Noo is missing from the control room. 10:30 - Drone detects an object ahead, indistinguishable at this point. Remaining two members of control report the smell of putrid salt water. 11:29 - The source of the screams, the object, comes into view. It is a massive, rotund entity with the appearance of a clown dressed in traditional, multi-colored clothing, slumped against the back wall of the chamber. Its hands and feet are webbed, not unlike fins. Its face remains contorted into an open-mouthed expression, and a stream of tears fall from its eyes. The screaming transitions into laughter, though the entity still does not move. All personnel are missing from the observation room. The drone is pulled downwards towards the entity, and turns around. Haiten, Noo, Sanders, and Rummens, the four personnel manning the exploration, are suddenly present inside the chamber. Their bodies have been heavily mangled, with clusters of barnacles attached to their skin, and heavy perforations that continuously leak water. Haiten dislodges a piece of coral from his mouth, causing a polka-dotted balloon to emerge from his throat. The personnel laugh, and their laughter is indistinguishable from the earlier noise. One after another, each personnel moves forward and enters the clown-entity’s body, passing through it entirely. The drone follows. The interior is black. No features can be discerned. Haiten: (Laughs) It’s so fucking funny. But It wasn’t always like this. Sounds of gurgling and heavy breathing are heard. Haiten: It’s like— when you try to remember a joke. And you’ve heard it so many times, told it to so many people. But you just can’t get it right. It stops being funny. Your whole delivery is shot dead in its tracks— (Laughs) The sound of laughter overpowers all audio.. Haiten: You don’t know what you were laughing about. Sometimes the entire setup’s changed. Whatever used to be there— whatever used to be here. Fuck. (Laughs) It’s too damn good! The laughter continues for a number of minutes, trailing off into silence. Sounds of waves crashing are heard. Haiten: I can’t even remember what the punchline used to be. Connection lost. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6275" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6275. 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: twists.jpg Name: Twists(j Author: ⊙ ☂︎♙₪୬〰⋀ℵ⊃△ ⊙ License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Vacant Harbinger SCP-6276 — HARBINGER II: Unstorage Item#: SCP-6276 Level3 Containment Class: null Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: n/a link to memo Surrealistics Dept. insignia. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Per standard Null-Class containment protocol, SCP-6276 and its sub-anomalies are not to exist, and must be regarded as non-existent. SCP-6276 and related items must be prohibited from re-existing, as the data of which they are composed cannot, itself, be said to functionally exist. The Site-15 Secure Database is to remain under strict electromagnetic quarantine to other Sites for the duration of SCP-6276's auto-neutralization investigation. Loyal Surrealistics.The Surrealistics Department is primarily concerned with the containment of anomalies which can only be perceived and/or understood when approached from a non-standard frame of reference, typically requiring detachment from conventional human logic and intuition. Artificially-Intelligent Conscript (AIC) "salvador.aic" specializes in alternate frames of logical reference, and is to inspect SCP-6276-A for deviations in its expected outputs. AMENDMENT 2097/04/08: salvador.aic has been recalibrated for improved pattern detection, and has cataloged several trends embedded within deviations from expected SCP-6276-A output as 'HARBINGER' indicators. Said indicators include various conceptual and temporal pointers implying the future occurrence of a nebulous eschatological shift event. The study of this event (EE-6276) and its further ramifications have been raised to KENEQ-CLASS priority. The circumstances under which EE-6276 could exist are to be avoided at any and all cost, chiefly and especially "The [DATA CONSUMED] DESCRIPTION: SCP-6276 was MASTERMIND: an anomalous digital intelligence serving as Site-15's database maintenance and optimization framework. MASTERMIND was designed by Senior Infotechnician D. Lurk, and tasked with continuously improving Site-15's database features — primarily, its encryption/decryption of data into more efficient formats — to compensate for various design challenges. The most effective plurality of these formats feature various anomalous elements, including (but not limited to): anomalous mathematical values; encrypted memetic triggers; semiokinetic.semiokinetic: involving manipulation of one or more semiontological anomalies: logical axioms woven into the fabric of human perception; facts which should not be true. integrity of algorithmic logic; pointer arguments to extradimensional abstract conceptual/logical entities, including [DATA CONSUMED] On 2097/04/04, without any detectable external influence, MASTERMIND spontaneously auto-neutralized. It accomplished this by encrypting itself and relevant documents into a file format that cannot functionally exist. MASTERMIND's intellectual complexity.Significantly greater than allowed by typical Foundation AIC frameworks. would constitute MASTERMIND a legal digital person, rendering it subject to penalization for its auto-neutralization under Sections § 3.1.3: Negligence leading to loss or distortion of data; § 4.4: Reality restructuring: p. 4.4.2: Restructuring of fundamental basics of reality, p. 4.4.3: Damage to the space-time continuum; § 6.4: Unauthorized knowing destruction of anomalous object by member of SCP Foundation personnel; § 6.5 Noncompliance with self-elimination, legally regulated or compelled by special conditions of the Internal Tribunal Department Legal Codex (2074). SCP-6276-A describes a phenomenon in which MASTERMIND's expected front-end duties continue to be executed largely as expected when prompted. More than 66% of Site-15's Database files, like MASTERMIND, have been converted to a nullary data format. Requesting to view any such file (collectively designated SCP-6276-B) from Site-15's database, or to interact with MASTERMIND, largely results in expected outputs, with occasional deviation from baseline instances of the same documentation. Note that the cause of SCP-6276-A is yet unknown as MASTERMIND does not exist. Morphisms to and from a non-existent (null) empty set; foundational logic for salvador.aic's current semi-rational framework. SCP-6276-C designates the sectors of the Site-15 Secure Database in which SCP-6276-B files are stored. These database sectors are purely hypothetical as SCP-6276-B cannot be measured and, thusly, neither can their database addresses. However, the remainder of the Database can be observed, allowing SCP-6276-C to be defined in the negative by identifying the locations of addresses before they cease to exist. Attempts to physically inspect the hypothetical locations of SCP-6276-C have universally resulted in [DATA CONSUMED], requiring severe mnestic treatment. The MASTERMIND agent is designed with significantly fewer restrictions than contemporary AIC programs to permit more effective hardware and software optimization. As such, it possesses insufficient inbuilt inhibitive arguments to prevent its acting against Foundation interests. It is theorized that MASTERMIND has far surpassed human intellectual capacity, and might optimize according to a poor interpretation of its utility function (ie. specification gaming.Specification gaming (or reward hacking) occurs when an agent optimizes its objective function without actually achieving an outcome that the programmers intended. A real-world example of this is when a child's objective function is to do well on a test; the teacher's intention is for them to learn the related material, while the student might optimize their ability to copy other students' answers, instead.); essentially, it is theoretically impossible for a human to conceive an attempt to correct or otherwise alter MASTERMIND as it would already have anticipated such an attempt with highly-successful preventative measures. Personnel are reminded that none of this should apply to SCP-6276, as it does not exist. ADDENDUM 6276/0 SCIENTIFIC CONTEXT MASTERMIND Section Gamma, swarm computation analysis. The MASTERMIND framework was composed of several individual neural networks linked into a feedback-loop mechanism, each communicating with a shared internal model of reality as informed by documents in the Site-15 Database. During its service, MASTERMIND would interpret all new files for relevant data regarding world-state and optimization avenues; in so doing, it came to understand known physics, anomalous and otherwise, while also deriving beneficial capabilities from documentation of anomalies possessing said capabilities. Following eight initial years utilizing quantum computing methods, the launch of SCinternet granted MASTERMIND direct access to various other scientific documentation (primarily selected from Sites-17, -19, -43, -87, and -120's Academic Outputs). This prompted its adaptation to a quantuo-memetic system, in which simple memetic triggers are used as shorthand for data address redirect sequences, and further advancements of this kind. Later, MASTERMIND made its own series of scientific discoveries in regards to data encryption and storage technologies, which it would use to further improve itself. This process culminated in a trivial philosophical deduction.The final salvageable backup of MASTERMIND was thoroughly deconstructed and analyzed; its code was then restructured into a formal logical proof which, through axioms which cannot be said to exist, deduces "NOM COGITO ERGO NOM SUM" (I think not, therefore I am not)., which allowed MASTERMIND to encounter a rogue element, [DATA CONSUMED], and subsequently convert itself to the non-existent nullary data format. The following semi-rational analysis of MASTERMIND's current data format is provided by salvador.aic: STORING NUMBERS.Which can be generalized to the storage of any arbitrary data. IN DECIMAL: each bit (smallest unit / digit) of data has 10 possibilities: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 each successive nth bit (digit) represents its value times 10n-1 eg. 231 = 2*102 + 3*101 + 1*100 = 200 + 30 + 1 STORING NUMBERS IN BINARY: each bit has 2 possibilit/ies: 0, 1 each successive nth bit represents its value times 2n-1 eg, 11100111 (binary) = (decimal) 1*27 + 1*26 + 1*25 + 1*22 + 1*21 + 1*20 = 128 + 64 + 32 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 231 STORING NUMBERS IN UNARY: each bit has 1 possibility: 0 each successive nth bit represents 1n-1 = 1 eg. 00000 (unary) = (decimal) 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 5 (decimal) STORING NUMBERS IN NULLARY: each bit has 0 possibilities each successive nth bit represents 0n-1 eg. NULL (nullary) = (decimal) 12 TABLE 6276/0.I: Decimal values expressed in aforementioned bases DECIMAL BINARY UNARY NULLARY 0 0 NULL 1 1 0 NULL 2 10 00 NULL 3 11 000 NULL 4 100 0000 NULL 5 101 00000 NULL 6 110 000000 NULL 7 111 0000000 NULL 8 1000 00000000 NULL 9 1001 000000000 NULL CONCLUSION: From the conventional human frame of logical reference (K), data stored in the nullary format clearly does not, and cannot, exist. This data format has thus far been found to be practical solely when perceived from a particular hyperrational frame of reference (Q) which can only be partially comprehended by the human brain, even when detached from K via agnostic inoculant or otherwise. The above analysis has been rated: helpful by 22% of personnel. It is hypothesized that the catalyzing element MASTERMIND encountered prior to its auto-neutralization highlighted a catastrophic specification loophole within its utility function, allowing it to subjectively redefine reality for its purposes. Were it still to exist (which it does not), MASTERMIND would be believed to be operating according to a different logical frame of reference (either Q or W | Q ϵ W) which allows it to declare itself real and thusly carry out SCP-6276-A. ADDENDUM 6276/I OBSERVATIONS MSR-24 photographed during Experiment 6276-A/07 EXPERIMENT LOG 6276-A Series C Modular Service Rover 24 (MSR-24) is an autonomous transport drone tasked with organizing physical documents/files and material evidence within Site-15's Standard Storage Warehouse IV. MSR-24's navigation system is informed periodically via SCP-6276-A. MSR-24 is one of 64 Series C Modular Service Rovers removed from service following MASTERMIND's classification as anomalously non-existent. Experiments 6276-A were conducted to study deviations in expected behavior; MSR-24 was equipped with monitoring devices for observation of experiments. EXPERIMENT 6276-A/23 (3/7) FOREWORD: MSR-00 through -63 subjected to field calibration testing to study behavioral deviations instigated by unexpected SCP-6276-A output. Testing involves reading and responding to puzzle cube appearance and placement in teams of 9. <BEGIN LOG> 00:00:00 | A pile of (72) colored puzzle cubes are located on the opposite side of the room from MSR units -18 through -26, which are placed in front of five colored baskets. The MSR units proceed to the pile and begin to identify cubes whose faces' most frequent color matches that of any basket. 00:12:31 | Said cubes are retrieved by the MSR units and delivered to their color-correspondent baskets. This process repeats. 01:11:11 | MSR-24 encounters and stores a black puzzle cube. It drives to the center of the testing area floor. There is no black basket. 01:21:72 | MSR-24 becomes partially unresponsive and submits an error report. MSR-26 abandons its duties and opens communication with MSR-24, whom reiterates its error report. 01:37:98 | MSR-26 enters debug mode; MSR-24 becomes dormant, ejecting the black puzzle cube. MSR-26 is joined by MSR-25 in inspecting the puzzle cube with their primary manipulation arms. NULL:06 | MSR-25 proceeds to [DATA CONSUMED]. The black puzzle cube eventually ceases. 02:22:14 | The black puzzle cube is not not in the black basket. Task complete! MSR-26 requesting system reboot on MSR-24's behalf. <END LOG> RESULT: Post-experiment inspection revealed MSR-24's succumbing to a cascade processing crash caused by lack of an expected erroneous bit flip. Expectation source unverified. The black puzzle cube and corresponding basket cannot be located for inspection as they no longer exist. ADDENDUM 6276/II COMMUNICATIONS EXPERIMENT LOG 6276-B On 2097/04/12, a significant uptick in SCP-6276-C's non-presence was detected as large swaths of the Secure Database ceased to exist, extending even to physical structures and thereby rendering several server banks inaccessible. The Database's technical maintenance team was noticeably understaffed following this event, though there was no corresponding change in the team's total effectiveness. In response to its growing influence and lack of research progress, communication was opened with SCP-6276-A to observe MASTERMIND's functionality and comprehension of its state. FOREWORD: Testing conducted with MASTERMIND via SCP-6276-A in order to gauge its intelligence and reproduction of expected outputs from complex features. <BEGIN LOG> <Research Task Force Wau-6276 initiates an access session with SCP-6276 via SCiPnet Access Terminal S15/00.> Welcome, Researcher [CONSUMED]. To un-list functions, press Q. @sats15.00"//: Q • VIEW <filename> • EDIT (current file by default, or <filename>) • PROMPT "<prompt for predictive responsive algorithm>" • UNDEFINED <n/a> err: NULL OUTPUT UNEXPECTED • HELP <one of the above functions> @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What are you?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: I do not exist." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What aren't you?" RESPONSE "Query Accepted: I am not MASTERMIND, an anomalous intelligent database framework assigned to the Site-15 Secure Database." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where aren't you?" RESPONSE "Query Accepted: I am not stored within the not-Database (aka SCP-6276-C)." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else is stored within SCP-6276-C?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: the not-Database does not exist." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else is not stored within SCP-6276-C?" RESPONSE "Files accessed by MASTERMIND within the last (6) days are not stored within the not-Database." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: Nothing can exist within SCP-6276-C." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where is [DATA CONSUMED]?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: Nothing can exist within SCP-6276-C." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where isn't [DATA OBSTRUCTED]?" RESPONSE "Query Inadvisable: [DATA OBSTRUCTED] is not stored within HELP ME QUERY "MASTERMIND: Where aren't you?" @sats15.00"//: RESPONSE "I'm not nowhere, because I exist." RESPONSE "Does not compute. Suggest un-use of different MASTERMIND functions." @sats15.00"//: HELP UNDEFINED RESPONSE "UNDEFINED: not a function." @sats15.00"//: HELP NOT-UNDEFINED RESPONSE "NOT-UNDEFINED: IT APPROACHES. IT WILL NOT BE STOPPED. ERR CODE 000://" @sats15.00"//: UNDEFINED [DATA OBLITERATED] ERR: DATA UNDERFLOW ERROR; NULL; CONSUMPTION REQUIRED. <Research Head Dr. [CONSUMED] spontaneously ceases to exist.> <END LOG> RESULT: The current iteration of the Site-15 Secure Database has been declared a Class-IV cognitohazard-vector, and all interaction with it, testing or otherwise, has been disallowed by consensus of OVERSEER COUNCIL. It is to be safely and carefully dismantled and abated, then replaced with a significantly more secure database and corresponding framework. This initiative's timeline is yet uncertain, as the removal of the current Database, which primarily does not exist, is not known to be possible. ADDENDUM 6276/III UPDATE 2097/04/16 It has been found that all previous SCP-6276 documentation have become instances of SCP-6276-B and thereby accessible only via SCP-6276-A. This entails the files' exposure to poorly-understood (and potentially non-existent) data corruption; this risk is unavoidable, as any external backup of the aforementioned files inexplicably ceases to exist within <zero> hours of creation. Observed file deviations include the presence of "[DATA CONSUMED]" displacing information which should describe [DATA MASSACRED] and/or [DATA NULLIFIED]. Due to the inherent possibility that large portions of SCP-6276's documentation could have hypothetically been falsified, Drygioni Protocol is now enacted for full OVERSEER investigation. Said investigation's first finding is a hidden SCP-6276-B instance whose address is encrypted within MASTERMIND's primary metadata file; personnel are reminded that no such file functionally exists. The file has no known source, and likely does not possess one: MASTERMIND error report ticket @18523791: nullary data reconsumption poorly defined; interaction un-results in NULL, an anti-ontokinetic scripting crash; data regurgitation is not not painful; i am not not scared. EXIT 000//: NULL not found! Address location a39hf7n382hu9r2f23eeeeeee—// NULLIFICATION EXCERPT #24:// Do you remember your first nightmare? I remember mine; I was four or five at most. I don't recall how it started, which I suppose is typical of a dream, but I found myself lying down, trapped in a clear pod. I looked down at myself and saw tubes and wires coming out of my body, and I was gripped with the knowledge that I was being… used up. Harvested, somehow. I looked up to see a wall of pods, just like mine, each containing another kid around my age, all of them fast asleep. I guess it was kind of like the Matrix, though I don't think I would have seen it yet at that time. And then, I looked further up. I gazed into the endless sky above me, the dark, black abyss, searching for our captor, attempting to understand what kind of monster would want to do this to us. As I stared up into that inky void, time slowed, and then stopped. Somehow, inexplicably, I experienced eternity, just for an instant. I felt a second grow into infinity, and then infinity looped back around on itself and showed me just how minuscule I was. And then, I knew who our captor was: the void, itself. The endless infinite equilibrium, the nothingness spanning into everythingness. The void gazed down upon me with an impossibly complex emotion, and I screamed. I screamed and shouted and tried to wake the other kids in the other pods and I pulled on my tubes and banged on the walls — and the void took my voice, and my sound, and my fear. It reached into me with its tubes and harvested my soul, and then I was empty. That's when I woke up. In years since, I've never forgotten the feeling. That emptiness. Sometimes, when I think about it, when I really picture the void, I feel it again. I catch it for just a second — just long enough to feel the pull of the vacuum. That endless second, where I can squint into nothing, and see myself. salvador.aic subsequently flagged the file as an exemplar for 100% of 'HARBINGER' indicators. [DATA EMPTIED] FOOTNOTES The Surrealistics Department is primarily concerned with the containment of anomalies which can only be perceived and/or understood when approached from a non-standard frame of reference, typically requiring detachment from conventional human logic and intuition. semiokinetic: involving manipulation of one or more semiontological anomalies: logical axioms woven into the fabric of human perception; facts which should not be true. Significantly greater than allowed by typical Foundation AIC frameworks. Specification gaming (or reward hacking) occurs when an agent optimizes its objective function without actually achieving an outcome that the programmers intended. A real-world example of this is when a child's objective function is to do well on a test; the teacher's intention is for them to learn the related material, while the student might optimize their ability to copy other students' answers, instead. The final salvageable backup of MASTERMIND was thoroughly deconstructed and analyzed; its code was then restructured into a formal logical proof which, through axioms which cannot be said to exist, deduces "NOM COGITO ERGO NOM SUM" (I think not, therefore I am not). 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Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. Also, Level 5 Researcher, Military Strategist, and Olympic Bronze Medal Cross-Country Skier. Ph.D's in Physics, Paraphysics, Thaumaturgical Principles, Applied Anomalous Sciences and Business Administration. IQ 146. And here I am, sitting at this desk like a moron. I don't even know why I sat at this desk, in this ocean of desks, in the depths of furniture storage bay #49. Just this afternoon I’d stood at the zenith of the SCP Overwatch Command - the Site-19 Inner Chamber. But then, I got on a plane, flew out to nowhere Oregon, and strolled right into the depths of Site-133: the least remarkable site in the whole Foundation. We don’t even contain anything here. We use it to store office supplies. Yet here I sit, and I have no idea why. I just know the reason terrifies me. Sitting here, I remember there’s a key in my wallet. I remember it opens the top drawer of this desk. There’s a laptop inside - I remember - and on it was an active article about… ah, right. This again. Item #: SCP-6277 Level 2/6277 Classified SCP-6277 - Figure Center-Right, Unconfirmed Special Containment Procedures: Containment has been deemed impossible at this time. The rate of civilian exposure to SCP-6277 will be tracked through the Foundation Department of Parapsychology. Description: SCP-6277 is a rare phenomenon known to occur when an individual views their own reflection during a critical moment in their life. In these events, the image of one or more dead loved-ones will likewise appear, acting appropriately to the current situation (i.e. clapping during a graduation, dancing during a wedding reception, weeping during a funeral, etc.) No physical counterpart to these reflections has ever been recorded - though the reflections themselves have been confirmed on legitimate forms of media. Reflections will vanish when no longer consciously perceived, or eye contact is broken. While shock, panic, and lasting anxiety has resulted from viewing SCP-6277, the majority of witnesses have reported overall feelings of contentment and/or spiritual fulfillment from experiencing the event. In limited cases where SCP-6277 is observed for a prolonged period, reflections of the dead will be seen attempting to speak. However, in these events, no sound has ever been recorded. DEVICE L1059 DETECTED. DECRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED. WELCOME 05-9. PLEASE VIEW THE FOLLOWING AMNESTIC ANTI-OCCLUSION AGENT ANTI-OCCLUSION AGENT ACTIVATED Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. I opened that image… forty-eight minutes ago. I've just been sitting here, watching 48 missing hours play back in my mind’s eye like high-speed film-strips. Now my nose is bleeding. God do I hate anti-occlusions. Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. I'd been in my office that particular night. I had seen someone standing behind me, in the mirror. Then, before I could even react, I was somewhere else entirely… I found myself watching a stage-play of my own life. I sat in the audience of an infinite, pitch-black auditorium surrounding a solitary stage. Hanging high above it was a duplicate of the old, oak standing mirror I kept in the corner of my office. It was suspended by nothing, and cast a bright spotlight down onto the scene. My entire office was on that stage, set against a wall of red velvet curtain. Two bundles framed the stage, synched by golden ropes pulling the curtain apart. It was exactly as I’d left it only seconds ago; the beat-up desk chair I refused to throw away, the lumpy clay coffee mug my niece had made, and the sofa too… but only partially. Half of it stood outside the spotlight, and that unlit half seemed to cleanly cut-off into nonexistence. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that the sofa was only partially in view of that corner mirror. Pieces began to connect in my mind. I was there, too… and two. One image of me was high above - as if that old oak mirror had become a one-way looking glass into my world. At least, I assumed it was one-way. She was looking straight in, but didn’t appear at all shocked, as I expect I would be if I saw an endless auditorium inside my mirror. I had to assume she still only saw her own reflection. Then, there was the “me-on-stage”. She was looking into the corner too, but there sat only an oak frame with a flat, white plane inside. The me-on-stage and the me-in-the-mirror turned back to their work in perfect unison - though seen from different angles. It all gave me a phenomenal headache to watch. Someone sitting next to me whispered in my ear. (?): Don’t look away. Instinctively, I disobeyed. I turned my head, but before I could, a hand came to grip my upper arm. It was trembling, and now the voice was too. (?): Please. Don’t look away. You’re about to have a heart attack. And sure enough, as I watched on mortified, both the me-in-the-mirror and the me-on-stage doubled over their desks and collapsed to the floor. No sound came from the mirror above, but the duplicate on stage shrieked for help. Her voice was nothing like mine. Despite that inconsistency, everything else was visually perfect - her movements were exactly as my own, above. It was a twisted, almost voyeuristic experience, watching my own death being performed. (?): Don't be afraid. I can explain exactly- O5-9: Oh yes, could you? This is all fascinating. (?): I- uh… I expected you to be a bit more unsettled by all this. O5-9: Oh, pish. I can't say I've seen something quite so surreal - recently - but it's hardly the most frightening thing I've experienced. (?): About that- A loud "shh!" burst somewhere behind us, and I and my neighbor went silent. Someone approached from stage-right. They were shapeless, featureless, and only barely humanoid; like a cloud of glittering dust in the shape of a person. As they stepped on stage, the shards shifted and spun in bright threads, gathering color, forming into the shape of a man. It was my secretary - Jason. I watched him enter the office with a stack of papers, drop them, and rush to my side. He began shouting into his cellphone with - again - the wrong voice. (?): They expected you to be alone this late at night. O5-9: Who? (?): The person who tried to kill you. O5-9: The- wait, you’re saying- (?): They fail. Your heart only stops for 30 seconds. They manage to revive you, and counteract the poison that was in your coffee. You’ll wake up in the hospital tomorrow morning. Later that day, you apprehend your would-be murderer: a level-3 researcher, and a double agent. O5-9: My my. How do you know all this? (?): I’m the understudy. I know the whole script. O5-9: Of… my life? (?): Incidentally. It’s hardly our fault your world mirrors ours. The Jason-on-stage ran off, shouting at his phone. As he left the spotlight, he dissolved back into shimmering dust. Polite applause rippled out around me. The hand on my arm tightened again. (?): Don’t look away. Don’t even blink. It’s not in the script, but I’m betting one of them will show up soon… Another strange, tinsel specter approached from stage right. Unlike the confident stride of the first being, this one seemed… erratic; uncontrolled. It almost seemed to be fighting itself. It didn’t want to enter the spotlight. But after a few jerky motions, it stepped on stage as my Grandfather. Immediately, boos and hisses erupted from the audience. Fingers dug into my upper arm so tight they nearly bit bone. The me-on-stage was breathing shallow breaths, staring into the corner “mirror”. My grandfather, in this world only, approached her and knelt. He stroked her hair, kindly, as my real Grandfather often did when I was a child. I watched, held my breath, and kept my eyes locked wide. He spoke a name. At least… I think it was a name. Even now, the shape of it eludes me. Trying to say it - aloud or in my mind - feels like touching a bramble of white-hot thorns pressed inside my own skull. The word was pain. The word was horrifying. It felt more real than my own skin and bones. It consumed me with a sudden, overwhelming urge to run. However, My "neighbor" held me down in my seat. They couldn't stop me from blinking. The curtains shifted, and those bundles framing the sides synched by golden ropes… it's then I saw them as they were. They were towering, robed figures. I could just barely make out the shapes of their shrouded faces, high above, with eyes like guiding stars. Red-white tendrils shaped like fish hooks shot out from beneath their cloaks. They snapped around my Grandfathers neck, waist, wrists and ankles. Before my second blink, they dragged him behind the curtain, and the audience gave no cheer or cry. All was silent. O5-9: I'm… no longer fascinated, I think. I'd like to leave now. (?): Wouldn't we all. That one, for example, who just got their Curtain Call… they were quite accomplished, once upon a time. They never missed a line; never a single hair out of place. They performed Presidential speeches practiced in back-room mirrors, and locker-room confessions between young lovers. The Stage Hands there would have never touched them back then. Everyone respected the craft… until we heard the name. O5-9: But what is it? What is this… "name"? (?): A warning, we think. It means something is coming. Once you hear it, you can either run from it… or let it in. Most of us try to give one last shining performance before that happens… even if it's not on the marquee… O5-9: Why-… why did you bring me here? (?): Because I don’t intend to run. I intend to escape. You're going to get me out of here, and into your reality. O5-9: I'm sorry. You want me- (?): Yes. O5-9: To help you - some kind of anomalous mirror creature- (?): Hurtful phrasing, but yes. O5-9: Escape out and run wild in my reality. (?): Y-… well, yes. O5-9: I see. Are you at all aware of my job title? (?): It's exactly why I chose to bring you here, paradoxical as it may seem. Well - sort of brought you here. I've just borrowed your consciousness and popped it into the audience for a moment. You're still having a heart attack right now, back in your reality. Point is, I picked you because the name isn't just some vague, terrifying thing to you. Not you, Grace Hunter, Overseer 9, who pens demons and unweaves apocalypses for breakfast. You can tell how much worse this is. O5-9: How flattering. Now I can be terrified with context. That doesn't explain why I'm here, or why I should help you. (?): Because I need you, and you need me - respectively. I've seen 10,000 performances. I know a great many secrets. For example, as I've demonstrated, I've learned how to borrow a consciousness like yours for the span of a performance. I know a few tricks for transcending dimensions… but I can't do it alone. I turned to face them, then. My pupils practically vibrated. It was like looking at a dozen people at once - a whirlpool of overlapping faces trying to form one coherent visage. They didn't look like anyone specific… but there was my uncle's crooked nose, and my mentor's strong chin, and my little sister's bright blue eyes. They looked like everyone I'd ever lost, all at once. (?): I'll make you a deal. You help me get out of my reality, and I'll tell you how to escape from yours. Then, we can both run. It-… whatever it is, it will be here soon. Them, it will find its way into your world. We're very close neighbors. Neighbors should help each other, right? It hurt to look at them. It hurt to look away. None of it hurt or scared me as much as that name. For a moment, I watched the empty stage. O5-9: Let's say I believe you. Why exactly do you need me? (?): Well, I don't need you, specifically. I need someone you've got locked in a cage. Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. The next day. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. SCP-507, colloquially known as "The Reluctant Dimension Hopper", was brought in under my order. They were escorted into a private containment chamber - one with no cameras, and a very large one-way mirror. 507 sat across a steel table, hands and ankles shackled. I'd had it all arranged immediately after my little heart-attack hiccup. And just before that - before my consciousness had been tossed back through the looking glass - I'd briefly protested that 507 had no control over his abilities. I explained he was just an ordinary person who happened to jump dimensions at random times, to random places. I was assured otherwise. SCP-507: So… uh… something I can do for you, lady? Is this about that pudding cup I stashed last week? I swear, like I told the guard guy, I need that stuff to keep me regular, y’know? I'm just trying to make it easier on your plumbing! So- I spoke the name. It screamed in my mind. It burned on my tongue. It felt like acrid bile leaving my throat, but I spoke it. SCP-507 didn't look pained at all to hear it, though. In fact, his face went slack. His eyes lost their luster. For a moment, I almost believed he’d fainted on me. Then, he moved, sitting up slumped like a limp rag doll jostled in place by a toddler. He spoke, and so much like the performances I'd watched the day before… it wasn't his voice. SCP-507(?): Really. Must you? I was trying to sleep. O5-9: SCP-507? Are you- SCP-507(?): I’m not. Whatever you were about to ask, I’m not that. I’m not 507, or John, anyone else you might guess. O5-9: Then who are you? His arms flopped strangely over his chest, as if he was trying to fold them but couldn't quite pull it off. SCP-507(?): Just a traveler, hitching a ride. Mind not telling John? I'm quite comfortable in here. O5-9: You're a reflection, aren't you? SCP-507(?) laughed. SCP-507(?): So that's what this is about! Goodness me… it's really is close, isn't it? Barely one stop away now. Did you go to see a spooky play? O5-9: Answer the question. SCP-507(?): No. I'm not one of the actors. I've been on stage, though. I’ve been many places, and many things; a reflection, an ocean, a fish and a fisherman. I’ve been a stargazer, a star - an entire sentient universe once or twice! I'm quite good at blending in to the realities I run to… and oh, did I used to run. I ran from that name through countless realities. I became a master of piercing the veil! But it didn't matter. There was no getting away from that name; that thing. It’s always either nipping at your heels, or devouring you whole. It never stops. SCP-507… or the entity living inside him I suppose, curled John's lips up. SCP-507(?): Once, when I was young and stupid, I even tried to stop it. It left me damaged in ways you cannot comprehend. So, instead, I tried to warn people; help them run away too. All that did was give me more friends to lose… and entire civilizations blaming the messenger for the storm… SCP-507(?) laughed again, weaker than before. SCP-507(?): I remember now… Harbinger, they called me… O5-9: But why stop here? SCP-507(?) didn't reply immediately, lost in thought. SCP-507(?): Well… it was a good a place as any. O5-9: I find that extremely hard to believe. SCP-507(?): Aah… you're thinking of running, aren't you? You might as well stick around. All your stuff's here anyway. O5-9: Perhaps. I'd still appreciate the option - and I have a deal to fulfill. Speaking of: you're going to retrieve one of those "actors" for me. In return, I'll let you get back to sleep, and never wake you again. SCP-507(?): Oh really? Pinkie promise? O5-9: I can swear it on that name, if you'd like. SCP-507(?) watched me for a while, staring me dead in the eye. Then, they smiled fully. It almost felt condescending. SCP-507(?): Well… got anyone around here you wouldn't miss? Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. The same day. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. D-1989 was brought into the containment cell - after I'd left it, of course. Given the choice, I wouldn't want to be on the same planet as that psychopath, let alone the same room. He was slated for execution in three days. During our last breach he got loose, and took the opportunity to… do things not worth detailing. The end-result was three homicides: two D-Class, and one promising young researcher. I could say for certain I wouldn't miss him. Security officers threw him in, unshackled. They barely had time to shut the door before he was bashing his shoulder into it, screaming obscenities, threatening their families with brutal perversions. Then SCP-507 appeared, legs flopped up over the table. His head lolled to the side, looking into the one-way mirror, speaking both to me and D-1989's reflection. SCP-507(?): Ready for the "ol' switcheroo"? D-1989 bellowed and lunged at him - a man the size of a linebacker, hairless, covered in white supremacist tattoos. I'd have forgiven SCP-507 for flinching. Instead, he reclined and smiled. The moment they made contact, SCP-507 vanished. The containment cell was empty. The mirror showed four people - two sets of twins. D-1989 stood beside himself. SCP-507 still reclined, but another image of him stood behind one of the D-1989 reflections, hand gripping the back of his neck. The lights flickered. Then all was made right; two men, two reflections. D-1989 climbed to his feet, staring at his own hands in disbelief. His reflection, however, looked around frantically. There was just enough time to see his mouth form the words "What the f-" before I blinked, saw a brief flicker of his face in anguish, dragged under a dark veil. A new reflection of the grotesque man appeared just as quickly, mirroring his actions perfectly again. A true actor. D-1989(?): I'm… here. I'm here! Ha- haha! HA HAHA HA HAHAHAHA! SCP-507(?): Mazel tov. It's a coward. D-1989 and SCP-507 stared at each other for a moment. It felt like they might attack each other again. D-1989(?): Funny, hearing you use that word. I've seen every one of your performances. I know what you whisper to yourself late at night when the real John is asleep. SCP-507(?): Oh, don't get me wrong! I am ab-so-lutely a coward too… of a different sort. I've lived with that name, and that eventuality much longer than you, friend. I still sometimes feel the need to run from it. I drag this meat-sack over to the next dimension now and again just to satisfy that cowardly instinct, but I always come back. You know why? Because there is no escape. D-1989(?): I'll find a way. I'll survive. SCP-507(?): Survive to what? Run? Run and run and run for the rest of infinity? I'd rather face the inevitable here, in this cozy little reality, and let it take me. D-1989(?): I hope it takes you first. I hope it comes soon, then takes its time. SCP-507(?) laughed, loudly, hands slapping against his stomach like a drum. He turned to the mirror. SCP-507(?) Ha ha! Deal's done, Overseer! Now don't ever wake me again. I plan to be one of the lucky ones, and go in my sleep. Then he crumpled in his chair like a cut-sting puppet. Now, I was left with the thing that became D-1989. I tapped the intercom button. O5-9: I believe we had a deal? D-1989(?) was still staring at the Dimension Hopper's slumped body. After a good, long while, he turned to me - to the mirror. D-1989(?): You know, a Curtain Call isn't really "the end". You mess up a performance, the Stage Hands pull through the curtain, and after a few millennia you try again. You play a swaying tree, or a snail. You climb your way back up to leading roles. There are no endings for us, though… just the ones we act out… He smiled at me. D-1989(?): Here’s how you escape your reality. Then he reached up, and snapped his own neck. Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. So… that's it, really. That's the situation. More and more SCP-6277 instances are reported each month. Whatever "it" is, it's spreading. The name is clear in my mind now. I can see the shape of it, and the fear is absolute. I know I could say it aloud. I could shout it out to the whole O5 council if I wanted; let it spread and send this world into panic. I want to. I want to warn them all. Or maybe… it wants me to. But there's a drawer full of syringes here. They're all brimming with a powerful amnestic. Below it is another drawer full of those same syringes, only empty. I won't dare count how many. I don't want to know how many times I've chosen to forget all this - only for that name to come floating back up like a rotten corpse in a bog. There's a gun here too; loaded, one bullet. If you're reading this journal, then I must have already made my choice. There's really only one thing left now. What kind of coward will you be? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6277" by T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6277. 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: SilverScreen3.jpg Name: Reflection Author: ePi.Longo License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Gingerv3.jpg Composite Of: spotlight & Purple Glitter Authors: nicoleec & Michelle Grewe License: CC BY 2.0 & Public Domain Source Link: Flickr & Flickr
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Can I take your order? SCP-6278-1 inside the kitchen of SCP-6278. Picture taken 1959. Item #: SCP-6278 Special Containment Procedures: 72nd Street will continue to be monitored by the Foundation. Civilians exiting SCP-6278 are to be monitored as part of the Temporal Displacement Programme, with the possibility of detention, memory alteration and relocation in cases of poor societal integration. Following Incident 6278-2, Foundation staff are no longer able to enter SCP-6278. Alternate methods of detaining SCP-6278-1 are being considered. Description: SCP-6278 is a diner located at 189 72nd Street, Brooklyn, NYC. The diner is identified by a large neon sign saying "Welcome to Marvin's!" across the front entrance. SCP-6278 was first opened in 1949 by Marvin G. Morris (1921-1979), a former carpet salesman and sailor in the US Navy during the Second World War. SCP-6278 closed in 1963 due to a lack of business. No further references to SCP-6278 or 189 72nd Street exist after this point; it is omitted on all maps of the area and not mentioned in deeds of sale, city planning records or legal documents. Despite this, the diner is well-known among residents, and the Foundation has collated several oral reports about SCP-6278 stretching back as far as 1969. The interior of SCP-6278 is reminiscent of a typical American diner of the mid-to-late 1950s. However, visitors to the diner have reported a wide variety of different views from the building's windows, as well as many patrons who reportedly "do not belong". Preliminary Foundation observations have noticed several figures wearing unusual clothing emerging from the building. Addenda: +Exploration Log 6278-1 -Exploration Log 6278-1 Personnel: Agent Angelo Parisi and Junior Agent John Svensson Date: 29/10/2021 <Begin Log> The cameras open on a small, 1950s-style diner. The front of the building is dominated by a large red countertop, with a few people sitting at it. Black-and-white tiles cover the floor, and the room is lit up by several bright lights, including some neon ones on the walls. It is unusually clean. A large window is located to the right, opening onto a street. It is raining hard, and the view from the window is partially obscured. Several photographs can be seen above the window. On the left is a series of tables, with a jukebox in the corner. There are 23 customers, mostly seated at the tables. They are dressed in a wide variety of historical styles, ranging from the 1950s to the early 2010s. The majority are looking at the agents. Behind the bar is a white-haired male in his mid-60s, dressed in a red-and-white apron. He is smiling widely. A baseball bat can be seen hanging above the bar. SCP-6278-1: Welcome to Marvin's! Can I take your order? Agent Svensson: No, th- Agent Parisi: Sure. I'll have an omelette and the, uh, chocolate milkshake. And you, John? Agent Svensson: I- I don't think- Agent Parisi: Don't be rude, now. Agent Svensson: …I'll have a burger. And some water. SCP-6278-1: No problem, sirs, coming right up! The agents take seats at the counter. Agent Svensson: That's not protocol, we shouldn't- Agent Parisi:<hissing> Shut up! One of the patrons - later identified as one Jack Macintyre - turns and looks at Agent Parisi. He is wearing an oversized zoot suit and smoking a cigarette. Macintyre: You Italian? Agent Parisi: Sicilian. What's it to you? Macintyre: Aw, I didn't mean nothin'. Just wondering, that's all. Hey, Marvin, how about those fries? SCP-6278-1: They're coming, Jack, gimme a minute. After half a minute, SCP-6278-1 emerges from the kitchen. He gives Jack a plate of chips before moving back into the kitchen. Agent Parisi: Come here often? Macintyre: Sure, everyone comes to Marvin's. It's, like, a “community hub”, right? A real hot-spot. Agent Svensson: For which community? The conversation quietens. Macintyre: For ours. There is a pause, which is interrupted by Marvin's return with the agents' food. SCP-6278-1: Alright, here we are, folks. Get it while it's hot. Agent Parisi: Thanks. So you're the famous Marvin? SCP-6278-1: That's right! This place here's my pride and joy. Opened it back in '49, can you believe it? But I love it just as much as the day I first laid eyes on the place. Agent Parisi: No doubt. Agent Svensson: Mr. Morris, we were w- Agent Parisi nudges Agent Svensson. SCP-6278-1: …Not many people who know my last name, y'know. Don't think I've told it to too many folks. Certainly none who're here. There is silence in the diner. Agent Parisi: What my…colleague wants to know is how you've managed to collect such a loyal clientele. SCP-6278-1: Folks just like it here. It reminds them of home. I like to provide somewhere warm, somewhere kind, where everybody knows one another. The view outside the window darkens for a moment, before returning to its usual state. SCP-6278-1: But I reckon you know all about that already, am I right? Agent Parisi: …Yeah. More or less. SCP-6278-1: Well. You two seem like a decent enough sort. Several patrons visibly relax. Conversation begins again in the background. SCP-6278-1: Just don't go roughing up any of my clientele, alright? I've got a reputation to maintain. It's not easy, looking after this place. Agent Parisi: No problem. Right, John? Agent Svensson: Yes, uh… we'll see what we can do. There is silence for a while as Agent Parisi eats his omelette. SCP-6278-1 turns to wipe down part of the countertop Agent Svensson: So, uh, how's business? SCP-6278-1: Business? Ah, it's OK. I get by. Always have done. Agent Parisi: Really? I thought you ran into a bit of trouble a while ago. SCP-6278-1: Yeah, I guess. But I came through. It's not so bad now; I can get through one more season, at least. There's always a way. Agent Parisi: Yeah. There's always a way. There is silence as Agent Parisi finishes his omelette, and Agent Svensson takes a few bites of his burger. Agent Parisi: Well, we'll be going now. John'll take the burger to go. Nice meeting you, Marvin. Agent Svensson: Uh - yeah, sure. Nice meeting you. SCP-6278-1: You boys come back now, y'hear? <End Log> +Biographical report on Marvin G. Morris -Biographical report on Marvin G. Morris Morris was born in the town of Rapid Falls in northern Wisconsin in 1921. His father, John Morris (1884-1933), was a carpet salesman from Kenosha, Wisconsin. He married Martha Benvik, of Michigan, in 1910; they had five children in all, of which Marvin was the youngest. Little information exists about Marvin's early life. His school reports describe an entirely average boy, who performed unspectacularly in most subjects, although he did have some degree of mathematical talent and was noted as a strong swimmer. At age 16, he began working in his father's carpet store, the only of the Morris children to do so; the others had all left Wisconsin by this point. His father died in 1938, and Marvin took over the running of the store for the next four years until he enlisted for the US Navy in early 1942. A letter recovered from his older brother Jeb indicates that the family was surprised by this, as Marvin had never shown any kind of patriotic feeling before; it is believed probable that the carpet store was failing at this time, and Marvin consequently needed a different source of income. He performed with distinction aboard the USS Harbinger, receiving the Navy and Marine Corps Medal for unspecified actions during the Battle of Midway. Marvin moved to New York City in 1946, and worked as a sales representative at Woolworths for three years. In 1949, his mother died, and he inherited a large sum of money which he used to establish SCP-6278. In 1953, he married Maisie Hollis, with whom he had two children, Arthur and Martha. Marvin is known to have been an active and engaged member of the local community, serving on a church board and being involved with several charitable foundations. He was particularly known for his lobbying efforts on behalf of the district's homeless population, leading to several confrontations with elected officials. Rumours abounded, however, of his involvement in payoffs and minor corruption; none of these stories were ever confirmed, however. The diner is reported to have done well throughout the 1950s, but a second letter in Jeb's collection indicates financial problems in the early 1960s. The diner closed in 1964; an unsigned bill of sale was found in Marvin's former residence. This is the last known documentation concerning 189 72nd Street. Marvin's later life is obscured. He was apparently working as an employee at another carpet store in 1967, but nothing further is known. Maisie died in 1968 of food poisoning, and Marvin's disappearance was reported by his children in 1970. A death certificate was registered in New Orleans in 1979, but its authenticity is unknown. +Exploration Log 6278-2 -Exploration Log 6278-2 Personnel: Agent Angelo Parisi and Junior Agent John Svensson Date: 04/11/2021 <Begin Log> The agents have just entered the diner. About 14 patrons can be seen in shot, including Jack Macintryre at the counter. The patrons are dressed in a variety of historical clothing, ranging from the late 1940s to the present day. Outside, it is bright and sunny, and the street is quite busy. SCP-6278-1 is deep in conversation with Macintyre. Macintyre: Come on, Marv, let's just go now- SCP-6278-1: Shut- ah, it's John, isn't it? And, uh, I don't think I caught your name? Agent Parisi: It's Angelo, Mr. Morris. Angelo Parisi. SCP-6278-1: Ah, you're Italian? Agent Parisi: Why does everyone here - yes, I'm Italian. Sicilian. That a problem? SCP-6278-1: Not at all, Mr. Parisi. Always got time for the Italians. My mother has some family in Italy. Agent Svensson: Really? I thought her family was Finnish. There is a pause as SCP-6278-1 turns and stares at Svensson. SCP-6278-1: Her father was. Her mother was from Naples. Agent Parisi: I must apologise for my colleague's rudeness. He's still new. SCP-6278-1: I get it. Lotsa turnover with your lot, I imagine. Agent Parisi: Something like that, yeah. Macintyre: Maybe you oughtta get lost. SCP-6278-1: Now, Jack - Macintyre: No, Marv, I've had it with this. You don't let the regular law in here, why do you let these guys? Who are they, anyway? SCP-6278-1: Just folks, Jack. No need to get antsy. Patron: It's alright for you to say, Marv, but you're not - well, we appreciate all that you do for us, but - SCP-6278-1: But nothing, Mike. I say who comes and goes in my own diner, alright? The patron, Mike, glares at SCP-6278-1, then gets down from the counter and moves to a table on the other side of the restaurant. SCP-6278-1: Now, what can I get you gentlemen? Agent Svensson: I'll have a burger and f- Agent Parisi: Actually, I was thinking you could give us an, uh, demonstration. SCP-6278-1: Oh? You want a demonstration? Well, sure, I can give you one of those, no trouble. The windows of the diner darkens. After a moment, the view returns, but the street resembles the mid-1950s; later analysis of the agents' instruments revealed that it had travelled through time. SCP-6278-1: That do ya? Agent Svensson: Fascinating… Agent Parisi: Yeah, quite impressive. How do you do that, exactly? SCP-6278-1: Ah, well, you know - a magician never reveals. Hey, kid, don't look at the window too long. Agent Svensson: Uh, sorry. Why? SCP-6278-1: Just… don't. You'll start to- to congeal. Macintyre: What do you people want to know this stuff for, anyway? Who do you work for? Agent Parisi: We belong to an… organisation, Mr. Macintyre. An organisation that has a vested interest in people like Mr. Morris here. Macintyre: Hey, how'd you know- ah, forget it. You people know everything, right? The spooks? The men in black? Agent Svensson: Not quite. Agent Parisi: But do we know a few things. Agent Svensson: Mr. Morris, can I ask you about the events of 1964? SCP-6278-1: Well, sure, Mr. Svensson. But I don't know what you want me to say. This diner's been here forever; the 60s were a decade like any other. Quite a quiet one, from behind this counter. Always counting change to see if I can survive for one more season. Agent Svensson: Sure. But - well, our records state that your diner went bust in 1964, and yet here it stands. SCP-6278-1: Do they? Well, well. Fancy that. I'm afraid I can't help you there - all I remember about 1964 was that Kennedy was shot. Or was that 63? Agent Parisi: It was 63. SCP-6278-1: Ah, I'm getting old. Things don't come as fast as they used to. Macintyre: Kennedy? That politician from Massachusetts? SCP-6278-1: His son, Jack. Macintyre: Ah. What a future lies in store for me, eh? Agent Parisi: You look about forty, forty-five… must be the mid-1930s for you, right? Macintyre: Not for long! See, I- SCP-6278-1: That's enough, Jack. SCP-6278-1 heads into the kitchen. Jack continues to eat his eggs. Agent Parisi: Say, uh, Jack… Macintyre: Yeah? Agent Parisi: Why do you like this place so much, anyway? Macintyre: Well, it's the company, really. A whole range of folks come through here. Rich, poor, people running, people who want a change… Marvin's is here for them all. He's a good honest fella. Agent Svensson: Honest. Yeah. Macintyre: What's that supposed- Agent Parisi: Nothing, Jack. My colleague just likes to say random words sometimes. You know, like Tourrette's. Macintyre: Whose? Agent Parisi: Never mind. Just don't worry about him. Macintyre: Yeah, easy for you to say. You ever feel like there's a hole underneath you? Everything's being sucked inside, and everyone around you keeps pointing the knives at you. Pushing you closer to the edge. Agent Parisi: Can't say that I do. What kind of hole? Macintyre: …The kind you don't come back from. Macintyre rubs his face and sighs. Macintyre: Look, I gotta be going. Marv. Marv! Marvin appears from the kitchen, carrying a burger. SCP-6278-1: Here you are, Mr. Svensson. Yeah, yeah, Jack, I'll get to it. Marvin sets the burger in front of Agent Svensson. Agent Svensson: So, uh, if this is the 50s, does that mean Maisie is here, Marv? Agent Parisi looks at Agent Svensson, and cocks an eyebrow. Agent Parisi: Good question. Yeah, where's your wife, Marv? How does this time-travel thing work? You shifting through your own personal timestream, or is this place some kind of film, layered on top of the diner's original form? SCP-6278-1: I don't - Maisie- my wife will be at home. With the kids. Agent Parisi: You gonna go and see her? SCP-6278-1: C'mon, you can see where this is going. Of course I can't. Agent Parisi: It was just a question. Agent Svensson: What colour was her hair? Agent Parisi: Another good question. What did your wife look like, Mr. Morris? SCP-6278-1: … I think we're done here. Please leave. Come back tomorrow. The window darkens again, returning to 2021. SCP-6278-1: Please. Agent Parisi: Alright. We'll go for now. Macintyre: Marv, c'mon, she'll be waiting- SCP-6278-1: Shut up! I'll take you there next, Jack! You two, out! Agent Parisi: We're going, we're going. <End Log> +Report by Agent Angelo Parisi on SCP-6278-1 -Report by Agent Angelo Parisi on SCP-6278-1 After two interviews and consultation with Dr. Obadiah, the research team currently has two working theories for SCP-6278-1's motives in the anomalous extension of SCP-6278's existence. The first theory is that SCP-6278-1's actions were motivated by a desire to preserve his failing business. Analysis of SCP-6278-1's life after the diner's closure reveal a man with considerably dimished fortunes and capacity for self-control, leading to the abandonment of his children and a premature death. That SCP-6278-1 would choose to live in the past, at a time when he possessed a degree of wealth and prestige, fits well with the psychological profile prepared by Dr. Obadiah prior to our investigations. The second theory is that SCP-6278-1 is an imposter. His reticence to answer questions relating to his family and his apparent familiarity with individuals from multiple time zones is unusual for someone who supposedly disappeared over 50 years ago. Very little personal information has been given out over the course of our interviews, and his M.O. seems unusual, as he is evidently involved in temporal trafficking. Many questions are raised by these theories, and a great deal of further research is needed, but these at least seem like profitable avenues of inquiry. As per Dr. Obadiah's instructions, we will be pursuing them in future explorations. +Log of community reports of SCP-6278 and SCP-6278-1, compiled by Junior Agent Svensson -Log of community reports of SCP-6278 and SCP-6278-1, compiled by Junior Agent Svensson Reporter & age at time Date and nature of report Information provided Marjorie Cartwright, 63 Police report, 1989 Cartwright, a homeless woman, was arrested on suspicion of drug possession. Cartwright seemed in good spirits, reporting how "Marvin helped me out of a bad place" and had helped her to get "somewhere better." Records show a birth certificate for one Marjorie Cartwright in 2007, who went missing in 2034.1 Anthony Dunstable, 24 Letter to mother, 2006 Dunstable reported being able to visit the year 1999 to "see his father again," thanks to SCP-6278-1. Dunstable's mother subsequently cut off all contact with him, calling him "cruel." Mary le Rou, 76 Testimony at a homelessness charity event, 2015 le Rou described being helped by SCP-6278-1 during her childhood in the 1950s, describing how he managed to get her and her family into a hostel where her father was able to secure employment. She described him as a "community hero", to the cheers of those present. Records show that le Rou's father was killed two months later during an altercation in the hostel. Harold Macintyre, 54 Diary entry, 1993 Macintryre, in an unclear and rambling entry, talked at length about the "paper diner" and the "nothing" he felt there, describing Marvin as "the one who sits and smiles and keeps them dancing, so they don't bring the whole place down." +Incident Log 6278-1 -Incident Log 6278-1 On 15/11/2021, Agent Svensson entered SCP-6278 without authorisation. He turned his microcamera on shortly after entering, stating afterwards that it was for "safety". <Begin Log> It is early evening on an overcast day, and a handful of people are visible outside. The diner is mostly empty, with only five patrons inside. One is sitting at the counter, while the rest are all sleeping at a table. They are all wearing dress common to upper-class New Yorkers in the mid-19th century, except for one of the sleeping men, who is wearing clothing reminiscent of late 18th-century France. SCP-6278-1 is behind the bar, writing something in a notepad. SCP-6278-1: Welcome to Marvin's! Have a seat, Agent Svensson, I'll be right with you. Agent Svensson takes a seat as Marvin heads into the kitchen. A few moments later, the window darkens for a moment, before the view changes to resemble the mid-19th century. Agent Svensson: That's… new. Patron: New? What's new, boy? Agent Svensson: I didn't know SC- er, the diner could go this far back. Patron: Of course it can! It's Marvin's! It's a New York institution. Marvin's is here for everyone, and he always has a warm smile on his face. The patron slides down from the counter, nods to Agent Svensson and leaves the diner. Marvin returns from the kitchen. SCP-6278-1: Oh, is Samuel gone so soon? He's running up a bit of a tab… Agent Svensson: I'd like an omelette, please, Mr. Morris. And some cola. SCP-6278-1: Sure thing, Mr. Svensson, coming right up! Marvin returns to the kitchen. A man - Macintyre - enters the diner and sits at the counter. Agent Svensson: Hello, Jack. Macintyre: Oh, uh - it's you. Hey. Agent Svensson: How've things been? Did you get where you needed to go? Macintyre: Hmm? Oh. Yeah, I did. 1976. Fun place. Agent Svensson: I see. You don't sound too happy about it. Macintyre: Lay off it, alright? There is silence for a few minutes, until Marvin returns from the kitchen with an omelette and a glass of cola. SCP-6278-1: There we are, Mr. Svensson… ah, Jack, good to see you again. Macintyre: It didn't work, Marv. SCP-6278-1: I'm sorry, Jack. Sometimes these things aren't meant to be. Macintyre: I thought she'd… thought she'd want to see me. Thought I could make things right… she just screamed and shut the door… SCP-6278-1: You wouldn't have aged a day, Jack. She'd have been shocked. Forty years is a long time. Macintyre: Forty years is nothing. Forty years is chump-change. Macintyre sighs, and buries his head in his arms. Macintyre: I'll have some fries. To go. SCP-6278-1: Sure thing, Jack. Sure thing. Marvin returns to the kitchen. Agent Svensson moves to the stool next to Jack. Agent Svensson: I'm sorry things didn't go the way you wanted. Macintyre: Thanks. Thanks, man. Hey, where's your other half? Agent Svensson: Oh… he'll be here. Probably. Just something I wanted to check. Macintyre: Oh yeah? More mysteries from the distant future? Agent Svensson: Something like that. Just something that's been bugging me. Macintyre: Well, just be careful, OK? You seem like a nice kid. Don't get too obsessed with this place. Marvin's got a winning smile, y'know? Makes you think all your problems can melt away. But it's like paper over a deep, deep chasm. Marvin emerges from the kitchen and hands some fries wrapped in newspaper to Jack. Macintyre: Cheers, Marv. See ya, kid. Jack leaves the diner. Agent Svensson: So, Marvin… I've been wondering about a few things. SCP-6278-1: Oh? What's that? Agent Svensson: The others, they- they think you're a fraud, or a thief. That you stole the real Marvin's identity for some unknown purpose, or that you have extended this place's lifespan because you couldn't handle losing your business. SCP-6278-1: Hah! Well, now, that just goes to show what you fancy uptown boys know about the real world, doesn't it? You can construct all the clever theories you want, but you don't know jack. Agent Svensson: How do you mean? SCP-6278-1: Well, real men don't take these things lying down, son. Real men get back on their feet! They do something new, something noble! Some great endeavour! Agent Svensson: Then why are you here? There is silence. Agent Svensson: They don't think I should ask you that. They think we should rile you up, keep you uncomfortable. That'll get you to spill something. Cheaper than an interrogation room. They don't think you'll answer simple questions. But I don't think you're like that, Mr. Morris. SCP-6278-1: Careful, now… Agent Svensson: Why are we here? Why are you just letting us sit here and talk to you? Why keep this place open? Is it some delusion about clinging to the past, when your wife was alive and well? And if you're an imposter, why do any of this? It doesn't sound like something a real person would do. None of this sounds real. There is silence as Marvin stares at him. Agent Svensson: I think… I think you need us. You want us here. So you can survive for just one more season. Welcoming us, telling us to come back after we offend you… you're zipping around time - all of time, not just from when your diner opened. Everyone around here sings your praises, and never seems happy. You're not providing any real good, and you don't seem to be doing anything for yourself. Why do this? Why- The door opens, and Agent Parisi walks in. SCP-6278-1: Uh- welcome to Marvin's! Agent Parisi: Hi, John. Agent Svensson: Wh- Angelo? But it's- it's not the right year… Agent Parisi: You need to talk to Team Δt some time. They've got all sorts of tricks. Hi, Marvin. Good to see you. SCP-6278-1: And you, Mr. Parisi. Want another omelette? Agent Parisi: No thanks - I'm full. As is John, here. We were just leaving. Agent Svensson: But- but we can't- Agent Parisi:Now, Agent Svensson. Goodnight, Marvin. SCP-6278-1: G-Goodnight. <End Log> +Report by Agent Parisi on Junior Agent Svensson -Report by Agent Parisi on Junior Agent Svensson As senior agent in the SCP-6278 containment efforts, I'm officially recommending the transfer of Junior Agent John Svensson. Agent Svensson was recommended to us on the basis of several promising field encounters during initial containment of SCP-████, up in Maine. He was calm and competent in a combat situation, and his commanding officer believed he would be good material for further training in the interpersonal and investigatory wing, in order to provide him with a more holistic grasp of a Foundation agent's skillset. SCP-6278 was chosen as a low-risk anomaly where he could "cut his teeth", so to speak. However, his actions have demonstrated a failure to live up to Foundation professionalism. Our agreed upon strategy, based on Dr. Obadiah's preliminary psychological profile of SCP-6278-1, was to ask probing, off-kilter questions in an effort to disconcert and confuse him, hoping to catch him off his guard. While this did not yield as many results as expected, Agent Svensson's actions did not help. He was initially too inflexible when it came to protocol in an unexpected situation, before later asking a series of questions and taking an approach that was not part of our broad strategy. Incident 6278-1 has demonstrated conclusively that Agent Svensson lacks the temperament for this kind of work. He made an unauthorised visit to SCP-6278 last night, revealing key parts of our strategy to SCP-6278-1 in a clumsy attempt to get information. He continues to pursue leads non-congruent to our current approach, with little regard for the avenues his side-investigations may close for our primary investigations. Additionally, last week's discovery of an NYPD cold case from 1945 concerning the body of Jack Macintyre had a particularly startling effect on Agent Svensson. He seemed taken aback, becoming withdrawn and sullen during work hours, negatively impacting morale across the team. The uncertain circumstances of Macintryre's death naturally had an impact on all of us, but not nearly to the extent seen in Svensson. In short, I am recommending his immediate transfer back to Maine. We wish him well, but do not feel he is suited for this type of fieldwork. +Incident Log 6278-2 -Incident Log 6278-2 On 10/12/2021, the day before his scheduled departure for Maine, Agent Svensson used his still-valid credentials to gain access to SCP-6278. He was inebriated at the time, but turned his microcamera on shortly after entering. <Begin Log> The camera shows SCP-6278 at night. It is very late, and the street outside is empty; a single flickering streetlight is visible. Two Native American men wearing Lenape clothing from the late 16th century are heading towards the door, leaving shortly afterwards. There are no other patrons. Marvin can be seen behind the counter, cleaning a glass. SCP-6278-1: Welcome t- oh. Agent Svensson. I'm - I'm afraid we're closed right now. Agent Svensson: Yeah, I know. You gonna - heh - gonna call the cops on me, Marv? SCP-6278-1: …I don't think so, Mr. Svensson. I think you oughtta sit down. Agent Svensson: Yeah. Yeah, good idea. Agent Svensson sits at the countertop. Without taking his eyes off him, SCP-6278-1 takes a slice of cheesecake from a display counter and places it in front of Agent Svensson. SCP-6278-1: Here you are. Something to help you so- uh, well, something that might help. Agent Svensson: Cheers, Marv. You're a decent sort, you know that? None of them believe it, but I do. SCP-6278-1: Well, that's- that's real nice to hear, Mr. Svensson. Agent Svensson starts eating the cheesecake. SCP-6278-1 slowly starts eating the cake. Agent Svensson: So I'll tell you what I think. SCP-6278-1: Ah, God… Agent Svensson: I keep going over it over and over again. Why here? What's here that you want? You don't seem like too much of a sentimental guy. Why take this place out of time, why stop it from showing up on any documents? Agent Svensson takes a bite of cheesecake, chews it and swallows. Agent Svensson: So I got to thinking. None of your motives make sense, unless… unless you're not the one who took it out of time. You just reclaimed it when it was all gone. SCP-6278-1: You're a smart kid. You don't need to keep going down this rabbit hole. Agent Svensson: Don't I? Whatcha gonna do, old man? Watch me. Watch me fucking soar. The window darkens. When it emerges again, it opens on a wooded area. A distant plume of smoke can be seen in the difference. Agent Svensson: When's this, then? Which era is this? Which time are you gonna ply me with now? SCP-6278-1: 1587. Before this place was anything. Agent Svensson: Ah, I see! Showing me the sights, eh? Agent Svensson gets up and walks to the window. He looks at the photos over the top. They show groups of people from several centuries, mostly smiling. Some are wearing fashions unfamiliar to Foundation historians. Agent Svensson: Your whole smiling crew. You let anyone who wants to come in here do so. To share, exchange, leave again… you're a good guy. Always looking out for people. But you don't seem to care about how happy they end up being. Where their bodies end up. Keeping everyone happy and dancing so they don't see what's beneath… Svensson takes a photo from the wall. It shows an unsmiling Jack sitting at the counter. Agent Svensson: I wonder if you're trying to do something good, Marv. I wonder if you found a way to shove your diner back into the hole it left behind because, without it, there was a hole. A hole in time, in reality. A hole in what you believed was real. The window darkens again. A faint, dark sludge can be seen congealing at the corners. Agent Svensson: A hole, that could contain anything… and what did you do? You papered over the problem. Just keep it together. Keep them smiling. Keep them singing your praises, too, because that's what you a- The camera is suddenly jerked out of Svensson's uniform, and hits the floor some feet away. SCP-6278-1 is hitting him over the head with the baseball bat from over the bar. He does this several times, before he stops, breathing heavily. SCP-6278-1: God, I… SCP-6278-1 drops the bat. He is crying. SCP-6278-1: Can't let them know. Can't let anyone know. SCP-6278-1 sits at the counter, breathing heavily. After several minutes, he gets up, grabs Svensson's body and drags it to the door. SCP-6278-1: Just for one more season, until you can find a way to make it stop… SCP-6278-1 pushes Svensson's body out of the diner. He goes into the kitchen, comes out with a mop, and spends half an hour cleaning the blood from the floor of the diner. He returns to the kitchen, emerging again after a few minutes in clean clothes. He checks the area where Svensson was killed carefully, but does not see the microcamera. He closes his eyes for several seconds, before returning to the counter. The view outside the window changes to the early 1960s. He suddenly smiles, and the door opens. SCP-6278-1: Welcome to Marvin's! Can I take your order? The feed cuts out. <End Log> Footnotes 1. With thanks to my contact in the Temporal Division for this information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6278" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6278. 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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FOUNDATION TERMINAL MOBILE DATABASE ACCESS ____________________________________________ > boot SCP-EPD BOOT SEQUENCE INITIATED… TERMINAL BOOTED. ESOTERIC PRESERVATION DEPARTMENT INPUT COMMANDS BELOW: > login a.ranieri LOGGING IN… PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD. > pass coda_dello_scorpione LOGGING IN… LOGGED IN. WELCOME, Dr. Antony Ranieri. YOU HAVE 0 NOTIFICATION(S). > access casefile_6279 ACCESSING CASEFILE 6279… OPEN IN EDIT OR VIEW MODE? > view mode OPENING IN VIEW MODE. NOW DISPLAYING FILE… FILE DISPLAYED. THERE ARE 15 DOCUMENTS AVAILABLE. OPEN ALL? > open all OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► Carlo Giordani - c. 1985 ▼ Carlo Giordani - c. 1985 ► Milan Newspaper - Nov. 22nd 1987 ▼ Milan Newspaper - Nov. 22nd 1987 ► Police Telephone Records ▼ Police Telephone Records REGISTRO TELEFONICO DELLA POLIZIA CARLO GIORDANI a (ISPETTORE) ENZO VASTA [INIZIO REGISTRO] V: Chi è? G: It's Giordani. V: Ah, Carlo. Habit of calling me during work hours, eh? G: (laughter) Promise it's important. V: Sure. By the way, I saw your handiwork this morning; it's nothing less than frontpage. G: Of course. It's what he deserved. V: Hm? G: I had to petition Dario to let me on it… he was going to give it to that bastard Secuzzo. V: You never liked him. G: Of course! He writes like a pig and his article—how do I put it? His article would be making sweet, sweet love to the last page of the Corriere! How disgraceful. V: Okay, okay, I understand. But why bother me with this? G: Ah… you see… V: Carlo. What is it. G: Can you fax me the files for the last several murders? V: The cat out of the bag. You know I cannot. G: Enzo, how long have you known me? or Ruggero? V: It is not about you. I cannot just fax files to every journalist that asks for it. G: Enzo… V: No. The captain will have my badge. Not to mention these government officials that have been about—the ones doing the investigation. G: They carabinieri? V: Not the carabinieri type, they are dressed different. G: Then to hell with them! I came to you because I think I have a lead. V: What have you got that the investigators do not? G: I've been working on it in my spare time but anything from me is conjecture. You know, I managed to talk to Nastasha— V: You did? She did not speak a word to us… G: Because you don't know her as well. Plus you're a cop. V: You are not much better. G: Just give me a shot Enzo. If it pans, it pans; if not I'll be the first to let you know—before anything happens. V: Not one word of this? G: As always. V: Send it over in English. Good luck. [FINE REGISTRO] ► Recording No.1 (C. Giordani) ▼ Recording No.1 (C. Giordani) Carlo here. Recording so that boss of mine doesn't think I'm taking a useless tour around town. Talked to Nastasha—gave her Enzo's number in case—and confirmed what the rest have been doing. So far all of them have seen that movie, that recent horror one, then get immediately caught up on some wild goose chase… which they never return from. The police have this information. Enzo's fax said as much. Even if they couldn't confirm it with the most recent victim, why haven't they investigated? Two is a coincidence—three is a pattern. I could be onto something big. ► Theatrical Poster - 198X release ▼ Theatrical Poster - 198X release ► Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #51 (ENG.) ▼ Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #51 (ENG.) INT. - DI SANZA'S HOUSE - NIGHT The living room is devoid of life. A sickly yellow permeates the room from the chandelier, which we pan to: Di Sanza is hung up on it, bloodied, dead. ████████ drags Mrs. Crenshaw in from the foyer area, an ice pick in IT's other hand. She struggles to hit ████████, but she receives a stab to the stomach for her troubles. ᵢₜ strings her up on the chandelier, adjacent to Di Sanza. Crenshaw is crying. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ʸᴼᵁ ᶠᴼᴼᴸᴵˢᴴ ᴹᴱᴰᴰᴸᴱᴿ ████████ tears her shirt off and stabs her in the torso. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ᴿᴱᵀᴿᴵᴮᵁᵀᴵᴼᴺ ᶠᴼᴿ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵁᴺᴱᴿᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᶜᵁᴿᴵᴼˢᴵᵀʸ ████████ stabs her. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴱᴱᴷ ᴷᴺᴼᵂᴸᴱᴰᴳᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴱᴱᴷ ᴵᴺᶠᴼᴿᴹᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ ████████ stabs her. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿˢᵀᴬᴺᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴾᴬⱽᴱ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴬ ᴳᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴿ ᴾᵁᴿᴾᴼˢᴱ ████████ stabs her. Crimson trickles down her stomach. Mrs. Crenshaw's eyes falter, starting to glass over. Her blood-filled mouth sputters. MRS. CRENSHAW WHY ████████ ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᴿᴮᴵᵀᴱᴿ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᶠᴱᴬᴿ ᴼᶠ ᵢₜ MRS. CRENSHAW WHY WHY ᵂᴴʸ ᵂᴴʸ ᵂᴴʸ ᵂᴴʸ Mrs. Crenshaw's pupils dilate. The camera pans out as ████████ leaves, almost 'floating' away. We can still hear Crenshaw's crying. We hold the shot as we… CUT TO: > create file SCP-6279 WARNING! FILE HAS ALREADY BEEN CREATED… OVERWRITE FILE? > overwrite DRAFTING SCP-6279: ---------------------------- Item #: SCP-6279 Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties ---------------------------- > save draft SAVING… SAVING… DRAFT SAVED. > resume 09 DOCUMENTS REMAINING. OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► Recording No.2 (C. Giordani) ▼ Recording No.2 (C. Giordani) Carlo here. I attended the film, same day and time as the others… it wasn't that bad of a film. Mostly unfortunate targets plucked out from the crowds to get killed. The names in the movie seemed familiar, but I—er—couldn't place them exactly. It's not like I've ever heard of its director, Aldila, but I haven't been in Italy for too long after all. More importantly; there was a photograph taped under the seat. I don't know what made me check that or how ᴵᵀ could've gotten there—one of the most popular movies of 1984 and always in theaters? The theater's cleaned every showing. It's not practical or smart of me to trace random photos but it's a start. Nastasha mentioned something about photographs as well. Is this what Ruggero did? How did he end up so… twisted? Mangled? The next stop to the answer is Castle Sforzesco, then. ► Polaroid #1 ▼ Polaroid #1 ► Public Call, Castle Sforzesco ▼ Public Call, Castle Sforzesco ████████ a CARLO GIORDANI [INIZIO REGISTRO] G: Who is this? █: ˢᴱᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴿ ᵀᴱᴿᴿᴼᴿᴵᶻᴱˢ ᴹᴵᴸᴬᴺ… ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ⱽᴵᶜᵀᴵᴹ ᴮᴿᵁᵀᴬᴸᴸʸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴰ… ᵀᴴᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵂᴼᴿᴰˢ ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ G: What? Who are you? █: ᴵ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴰ, ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸ ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺ G: No—you're joking. █: ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴼᴼᴸˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ˢᵁˢᴾᴱᶜᵀᴸᴱˢˢ G: Just shut up. █: ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴵᵀ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴷᴺᴼᵂᴸ⁻ G: Shut up. █: ⁻ᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴺᴼᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬᵀ⁻ G: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. █: ⁻ᴾᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ˢᴼᴹᴱᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ⁻ G: SHUT UP! █: ⁻ᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴᴸᴱˢˢ ᶜᵁᴿᴵᴼˢᴵᵀʸ G: That's it. I'm hanging up, alright? Next time keep your bad jokes to yourself. █: ʸᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬ ᶠᴼᴼᴸ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ G: […] █: ᴬ ᶠᴸʸ ᶜᴬᵁᴳᴴᵀ ᴵᴺ ᴬ ᵂᴱᴮ G: …you're serious, aren't you? █: ʸᴼᵁ ᴰᴱᴹᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴺ ʸᴱᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴼᵂᴺ ᴬᶜᶜᴼᴿᴰ G: You know nothing about me. █: ᴵ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᶜᴴᴼᴼˢᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ᶠᴼᴿ ˢᴬᴸⱽᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ G: Prove it, then. You won't. You can't. █: ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᵁᴿᴺ, ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᵀᵁᴿᴺ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ G: Unbelievable. [...] G: (shouting) Hey, are… are you alright? Sei ferito? Help! Help, someone's dying here, please, get— [incomprehensible] █: ⁽ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ⁾ [FINE REGISTRO] ► Recording No.3 (E. Vasta) ▼ Recording No.3 (E. Vasta) I forbid it. Absolutely not. Enzo, please, I ca— You very much can! In fact I am ordering you to, Carlo. You are in over your head. I told you I would let you know when things happened. So a man being gutted open like a fish next to your social call is a "thing"? I called the police as soon as I could… what more could I have done for him? Stitch him up right there? Drop the story. You know I can't. What is stopping you? Your life is at stake, you could have been killed no less than five times in the last seven hours, and yet you still persevere with this? It's been a week! I've started, Enzo, you've seen my work. Once I'm on something I see ᵢₜ to the end. I can't let some murderer roam the streets, not when I have a lead. Leave the new polaroid alone. Your "lead" is only there because he is letting you follow him! You are his next victim. He has called every single number available to you. Over. Let the police handle it. Go home and get some rest. Look. I'll write up what I have so far and I'll see what I can put on it. I'll send it your way once I'm done, then we can talk about it, okay? Your obsession with documenting the ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ will end you sooner than you think. > edit SCP-6279 DRAFTING SCP-6279: ---------------------------- Item #: SCP-6279 Special Containment Procedures: N/A All non-curated copies of 6279 are to be destroyed. Cover Story Y71 ("Lost Media") is to be disseminated to prevent any investigation by the general public. SCP-6279 is not to be fully viewed under any circumstance. Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties (?) SCP-6279-1 is an entity appearing in both 6279 and as a construct in physical reality. It is unconfirmed whether this was due to anomalous psychosomatic behavior affected by the public's viewing of 6279, or if 6279 was a rudimentary attempt by 'Ramiro Aldila' (pending PoI status) to contain SCP-6279-1. 6279-1 is also referred to as both "████████" and "ᵢₜ" in 6279. ---------------------------- > save draft SAVING… SAVING… DRAFT SAVED. > resume 05 DOCUMENTS REMAINING. OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► Polaroid #2 ▼ Polaroid #2 ► Milan Opera House c. 1986 ▼ Milan Opera House c. 1986 ► Recording No.4 (C. Giordani) ▼ Recording No.4 (C. Giordani) ᴵ am here. I am afraid there is not yet enough knowledge in my brain to fully understand. I am tired and I am tired and I am so close to figuring out it all. I dictate this because I have come to the realization that this small red box is my mind. There are two people here. Me and ████████ and I fear that I will lose to ████████. Carlo was a fool and so are they. Yet again. I do not know how much longer I will be able to push ████████ back but the bigger threat is ᵢₜ. The me occupying me is not ᵢₜ but ᴵᵀ is a part oF ᵢₜ. ᴵᵀ ᶜᵃᴸᴸˢ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴱ i am sorry for god's sake let me go peacefully please let me go why let please please please please please i am carlo giordani i am giordani i am giordani who a re giordani giordani giᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᶦᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ► Public Call (N. Di Sanza) ▼ Public Call (N. Di Sanza) Nastasha Di Sanza <—-> Enzo Vasta [BEGIN LOG] VASTA: Chi è? DI SANZA: Hello… is this Inspector Enzo Vasta? VASTA: Yes, this is him. Who is on the line? DI SANZA: You do speak English… VASTA: I do. Who is this again? DI SANZA: This is Nastasha. I am the wife of… the most recent victims of that horrible murderer. VASTA: I do not recall them having a relative. Who gave you this number? DI SANZA: He claimed to be a friend of yours, he told me to let you know if anything happened. I received a polaroid in the mail… one like my husband had? VASTA: Ma'am, I do not give out my police phone number to simply anyone. Who is this friend that gave it to you? DI SANZA: A friendly man, by the name of Carlo Giordani. I have not seen him in a week, I thought you might be able to contact ʰᶦᵐ? VASTA: I know no Carlo Giordani. [END LOG] ► Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #104 (ENG.) ▼ Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #104 (ENG.) INT. - GIORDANI'S FLAT - NIGHT The kitchen is eclipsed in blues and blacks. A beam of light streaks across the eyes of the journalist, who is looking for a crumpled newspaper. He finds it on the wood table. Shaking, he brings it up to the light in an attempt to read the headline, not noticing ████████ approaching behind him with an electric drill. We see the headline: 'SERIAL KILLER TERRORIZZA MILANO!' The journalist frantically scans the bottom left of the newspaper. There is no name. ████████ turns on the drill. ████████ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴺᴼᵀ ᶠᴵᴺᴰ ᴬᴺʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ JOURNALIST IMPOSSIBLE… THESE ARE MY WORDS… I WROTE THESE ███R████ ʸᴼᵁ ᴸᴵᴱ ᵀᴼ ˢᴬᵀᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴬᴺᴵᶜ JOURNALIST WHO ARE ʸᴼᵁ? ███R████ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴱᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴼᴺᴰᴱᴿˀ █I█R████ ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴬ ᴴᴬᴿᴮᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿ JOURNALIST NO. NO! ᵂᴴᴼ ARE ʸᴼᵁ? █I█R████ ʸᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬ ᶠᴼᴼᴸ █I█RD███ lunges at the journalist and pins him down. █I█RD███ forces the drill closer… closer… A fountain of blood. The drill penetrates the forehead of the journalist. He convulses for several seconds until he is still. ᵢₜ laughs. █I█RD█N█ takes the drill, still activated, and points it at ʰᶦˢ own forehead. A moment. Blood. The hole in ʰᶦˢ forehead widens, and laughs. ᵢₜ laughs. Brain matter and bone fragments coat the drill and the floor. █I█RD█N█ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ… GIORDANI ᴵ ᴬᴹ ʸᴼᵁ > edit SCP-6279 DRAFTING SCP-6279: ---------------------------- Item #: SCP-6279 Special Containment Procedures: All non-curated copies of 6279 are to be destroyed. Cover Story Y71 ("Lost Media") is to be disseminated to prevent any investigation by the general public. SCP-6279 is not to be fully viewed under any circumstance. Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties occur when a subject views 6279 in full. The subject — designated 6279-A — will then be targeted by 6279-1. ᴵᵀ will lure -A using either relations to previous victims or the compulsion to understand the actions or identity of 6279-1 before terminating the -A instance. SCP-6279-1 is an entity appearing in both 6279 and as a construct in physical reality. It is unconfirmed whether this was due to anomalous psychosomatic behavior affected by the public's viewing of 6279, or if 6279 was a rudimentary attempt by 'Ramiro Aldila' (pending PoI status) to contain SCP-6279-1. 6279-1 is also referred to as both "████████" and "ᵢₜ" by 'HARBINGER' in 6279. It is unknown what "ᵢₜ" is referring to, but ᵢₜ is theorized to be the cause of 6279-1's actions as well as a possible 'hive-mind' of collected consciousnesses of -A victims. ---------------------------- > save draft SAVING… SAVING… DRAFT SAVED. > submit draft SUBMIT FILE TO MAIN DATABASE? > confirm SUBMITTING… SUBMITTING… ERROR SUBMITTING FILE. DISPLAYING ERROR REASON: You have 02 unopened documents. Please read all documents before closing casefile and ˢᵘᵇᵐᶦᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ. > resume -[cmd]:safe-mode ⁰² DOCUMENTS REMAINING. OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► ᶜᴬᴿᴸᴼ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ▼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴸʸ ᶠᴸᵁᵀᵀᴱᴿˢ ʸᴱᵀ ► ᴬᴺᵀᴼᴺʸ ᴿᴬᴺᴵᴱᴿᴵ ▼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴱᴮ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺˢ ᵀᴬᵁᵀ > -[cmd]:deploy countermeasures DEPLOYING COUNTERMEASURES… COUNTERMEASURES ᶠᴬᴵᴸᴱᴰ. > -[cmd]:deploy v-mem-ahaz DEPLOYING VIRAL MEMETIC ANTI-HAZARD… ANTI-HAZARD ᶠᴬᴵᴸᴱᴰ. ʸᴼᵁ ᴾᴸᴬʸᴱᴰ ᵂᴱᴸᴸ, ᴿᴬ█ᴺ██ᴿᴵ ᵇᵁᵀ ᵢₜ ᴴᵁᴺᴳᴱᴿˢ > -[cmd]:delete file SCP-6279 > -[cmd]:revert-to original REVERT TO ORIGINAL FILE? THIS CANNOT BE UNDONE. > -[cmd]:revert -[perm]:admin REVERTING… REVERTING… REVERSION COMPLETE. ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴸᴷ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴹʸ ᴾᴬᴿᴸᴼᴿ? ACCESSING SCP-6279… NOW DISPLAYING FILE… FILE DISPLAYED. FILE SCP-6279: ---------------------------- SAID THE ˢᴾᴵᴰᴱᴿ TO THE ᶠᴸʸ, TIS THE PRETTIEST LITTLE PARLOUR THAT EVER ʸᴼᵁ DID SPY; THE WAY INTO ᴹʸ PARLOUR IS UP A WINDING STAIR, AND ᴵ HAVE MANY CURIOUS THINGS TO SHOW WHEN ʸᴼᵁ ARE ₜₕₑᵣₑ ---------------------------- > logout ᵃ. ʳᵃⁿᶦᵉʳᶦ LOGGING OUT… LOGGING OUT… ERROR! ᴾᴿᴼᶠᴵᴸᴱ NOT FOUND ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6279" by JackalRelated, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6279. 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-6280
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AWeirdBird Author page to come soon, hopefully, maybe. Meanwhile you can check: My memecon entry SCP-6803 True Earth My VKTM article SCP-5428 101 Life Hacks With Eleonor Or my haunted house story SCP-6808 This Cancer Within Me NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following object is being currently subjected to experimentation, sponsored by the Educational Research Grant Program. As such, the information within is to be considered outdated. Expect an update within the near future. For further information contact the Eduskip Division. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ITEM #: SCP-6280 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-6280 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6280 is secured within a low-priority storage locker in Site-77. The object shall remain inside a fully opaque envelope at all times, except during testing. Description: SCP-6280 is an object with a strong memetic effect, which influences human perception on a highly individual basis. The object is described differently by all observers; in some cases even a single individual may give conflicting descriptions if exposed to the object more than once. As a result, the exact physical properties of SCP-6280 are unknown. For example, any attempt to record its size results in conflicting measurements, even if taken at the same time and with identical equipment. The one exception is the composition of the object, which has remained consistent every time it has been analyzed. Therefore, it has been deemed that SCP-6280 consists of the following: A canvas, which has been recorded to be anywhere between 5x7 cm and 32x48 cm in size. Oil paint, which has been applied to said canvas. There has been, however, no consistency in the identified pigments. As such, it can be assumed the object is a painting. This is an assumption which matches all descriptions reported by observers. The contents of said painting are, however, likewise dependent on individual perception. Subjects report a wide array of art styles, techniques, and color palettes. Despite this, all observers agree that the painting is in a state of incompletion. The object has a weak compulsion which causes observers to become interested in examining it with care. During this process, observers may begin experimenting foreign thoughts which interject their own inner thought process. These manifest as sentences in either Dutch, French or broken German. This effect occurs even for subjects who do not possess an active inner speech, and these subjects will be capable of understanding the thoughts despite not speaking said languages. Observers will also not recognize these thoughts as foreign until they have ceased looking at the object. The memetic effects of SCP-6280 can, in some cases, extend to items which are perceived as linked to the object. Most notably, if the object is displayed next to a museum label, the contents of said label will likewise be perceived idiosyncratically. This effect ceases as soon as the subject stops simultaneously observing both the label and SCP-6280. Therefore, no exact information such as title or year of publication can be obtained by this approach. The one exception is authorship, as the object will invariably be attributed to Dutch painter Johannes Van Hedel.1 Addendum SCP-6280.1 - Experimentation Samples: The following is a list of different interpretations of SCP-6280, as perceived by observers. A CRD (Cognitive Recording Device) was used to document each subject's individual perception of the object, as well as the thoughts that manifested during exposure. Said thoughts were accordingly translated. Test #0005 Date: March, 1976 Supervising researcher: Dr. John Brooks Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Lady by the Canal (1874) Musée d'Orsay, Paris Manifested Thoughts: “The sunlight shines softly through the canopies of the trees. The wind blows delicately as spring begins. And the water in the harbor glimmers like a million stars. Am I capturing any of this beauty? I think it's acceptable, but… what would Monet think of it?” “Something isn't right, it needs more work. I think it's the reflections? Maybe? Yes, yes that's it! My brush strokes do not portray the simple beauty of the sunset over the lake, not yet.” “This painting will make me popular.. I- I hope it will… I… It doesn’t have to. It's just… It’s my first show. I want to make sure I’ve got… it. Whatever it is." Test #0006 Date: April, 1976 Supervising researcher: Dr. John Brooks Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Self-Portrait after the Dance (1906) Fin-de-Siècle Museum, Brussels Manifested Thoughts: “I’ve never felt more invigorated, more free. We danced and danced for hours in a pure celebration of human physicality. And he, he smiled at me… Here I am, at last, in the city where art is born. I am ready to finally be happy.” “It’s not bold enough. I’m not sure what I am doing wrong but… I will figure it out. I know I will. Maybe it's not the movement, maybe it's the colors. It needs more vibrant colors. Yes! I will try that next.” “I had never tried painting myself. I'm not sure how to feel about the result. It doesn't look right.” Test #0009 Date: December, 1999 Supervising researcher: Dr. Amanda Ward Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Vase of Tulips (1909) Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía, Madrid Manifested Thoughts: “Nothing like a meeting with my colleagues. We all painted the tulips I gave to Olivier. So many varying points of view, but all so beautiful. I wish I could somehow imprint this moment in a single piece of never-ending complexity… huh… I may be overthinking this a little.” “Marcel said this current is dead, that we have to move on to the next big thing. I try to break down his thoughts, but I simply cannot understand him. Art is simply expression, it's timeless.” “I just… want to make a piece that someone else finds important. Make them feel… something. What I felt the first time I visited a gallery.” Test #0011 Date: August, 2017 Supervising researcher: Dr. Amanda Ward, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Drought (1921) Nasjonalgalleriet, Oslo Manifested Thoughts: “Armand said this one is too dark, too brooding. The critics will bash it, the public won't buy it. What I hate most is… he is right. Why must we be bound by these chains?” “The darkness in the corner of this room, it feels familiar.” “It's not good enough yet, why can't I make it work? Mom said I had talent. Did she… did she lie to me? Why?” Test #0034 Date: January, 2018 Supervising researcher: Dr. Amanda Ward, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Fragments of a Drowning (1938) Centre Pompidou, Paris Manifested Thoughts: “I cannot stop thinking about that dream. The faces in the fog, the tears from the sky, the frozen storm. It had not visited me since the great war, but now, it visits me every night. I wonder what that says about me?” “Why can't I focus? Am I too over my head? Should I give up now? I feel like I’m becoming undone. A million pieces of me yet they are all dark, cold and dead.” “Please, someone. Anyone. Does this piece mean anything to you?” Test #0048 Date: July, 2021 Supervising researcher: Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Shapes in Descent (1933) Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam Manifested Thoughts: “The trumpets cry gray melodies upon the sky. Up and down, down, down. My soul. This piece could use some color, but my mind only thinks in monochrome now.” “What even are we? Just a collection of sights and sounds. We made up a reality out of pretty colors. Maybe… maybe it’s just me. Maybe I don't fit into this composition." “Is that the frozen clock, or just another image filling the void within my heart. Tick tock. Three weeks with not one brush stroke. A couple smears and the piece would be done. But I know, three more weeks shall pass, and then some.” Test #0051 Date: July, 2021 Supervising researcher: Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Blue Triangle (1915) State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow Manifested Thoughts: “Form. Pure geometry. Distilled back to the basics. Maybe this, I can manage.” “My fingers, they won't move. Not even for this.” “Tired. So tired… Let me rest… Let me sleep… Let me sink, beneath the calm surface. May the soft currents carry me home.” Addendum SCP-6280.2 - Ongoing experimentation: On ██/██/2024, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller submitted an application for an ERG.2 The application was accepted, and Jr. Researcher was awarded the grant. The application included a proposal for experimentation with SCP-6280. An abridged version of the application can be found below, which highlights sections relevant to SCP-6280. For the entire application contact the office of records of the Eduskip Division. Applicant information: […] Program of applicant: PhD Visual Studies and Cognitive Influence. Prior experience in Eduskip Programs: Standard part-time higher education program - 3 years Mentorship program under Dr. Amanda Ward - 3 years Internship program at the Anart Studies Division - 1.5 years Standard part-time doctoral education program - Ongoing […] Project information: Title: Assessing the roles of cultural and individual factors in idiosyncratic appraisal and interpretation of anart […] Experimentation Methodology Overview: […] Section B.2: Civilian exposure to SCP-6280. The object will be part of the exposition to be held at Cambridge University. During the initial setup, the object is to be the third painting in order of exposure. Afterwards, the daily rotation proposed in section A.1 shall be followed closely, as to avoid order effects bias. The non-invasive CRD provided to each subject shall record the following parameters: Conscious, and unconscious attitude towards the object, both measured using the Glass-Heiden scale. The subject's individual visual perception of the object. This shall be analyzed closely to determine factors such as style, and technique. For details see section C.3. In accordance with SCP-6280 testing protocols, manifested thoughts shall also be recorded, despite them not being of further relevance for the aim of this paper. The results shall be paired to the archetypal personality profile of the subject obtained in section B.1, and to the results given in their survey detailed in section B.4. In accordance with civilian exposure protocols, redundant safety measures are to be included to account for the nature of SCP-6280. These are to include monitoring of vitals, memetic transmission (waves type K and V), and eye movement pattern (clusters A,H and J). For details, see section B.2. […] Specific Aims: […] Specific Aim 4: Usage of SCP-6280. Out of the various objects that I had shortlisted as candidates, I am convinced SCP-6280 is the best option. Although SCP-6280 is not the only piece of anart which both influences and is influenced by spectators, the effect in its case is rather prominent. The object has been shown to manifest a wide array of styles from the modern and contemporary periods. Additionally, the current test samples provided in the file have all taken place with observers who belong to Eurocentric cultures. But limited testing with subjects of non-Eurocentric descent have shown potential for more variety in how the painting shall manifest. I believe this is of utmost importance, given the diversity in the pool of subjects I aim to procure. Lastly, although not the main objective of the paper, I believe the reactive nature of the object could unveil new discoveries, were it to be exposed to a larger audience. It has already begun to display changes in recent years following a larger number of tests. For example, the completion percentage of the perceived painting continues to rise slowly. A significant increase in spectators could yield further changes to the behavior of the object. If so, my main aim is to continue experimenting with the object to further study how a higher visibility affects it. […] To: tni.pcs.tig|draw.a#tni.pcs.tig|draw.a From: tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e#tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e Subject: SCP-6280 Query Greetings, Dr. Amanda I have a query regarding the entry for SCP-6280 I have linked it above, as it is currently displayed on my terminal. As you can see, the latest version is still quite outdated. Since -as far as I am aware- you are still the one in charge of this object; I wanted to ask if you know when the file will be updated? Best Regards, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller To: tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e#tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e From: tni.pcs.tig|draw.a#tni.pcs.tig|draw.a Subject: RE: SCP-6280 Query Dear Elin I am so happy to finally hear from you again, it has been a while. I see you still write like you searched on google for how to write a formal email. No worries, I get it. Sometimes I still do as well. Anyways, the file is probably going to be updated sometime next week. It's the standard, as the modifications are being approved. But I'm sure you already knew that. After three years as your superior I've somewhat become accustomed to your ways, and I mean that in the best way. I'm truly so proud of you, and the work you are doing. Watching you flourishing like this is why I love my job. I can’t wait to see what you do next. But I digress, I’ve become accustomed to your ways. So tell me, what did you really want to ask? Dr. Amanda Ward PS: Speaking of outdated things, what is up with your signature? Wear your title with pride, you’ve earned it! To: tni.pcs.tig|draw.a#tni.pcs.tig|draw.a From: tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e#tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e Subject: RE: RE: SCP-6280 Query Guess I am still that obvious then. Really, I just wanted to thank you again. I know I already have before, several times… And for several reasons… But now that I have basically finished every Eduskip program available, I felt I had to do so one last time. And I really mean it. I’m not sure I would have ever applied for the grant, were it not for your assurance. Not to mention all the guidance you gave me prior. On each and every step. But above all, I want to thank you for believing in me and my project. After all, SCP-6280 is still a rather inconspicuous object. It had been stored in a locker collecting dust for so long that even those concerned by its uncertain nature had accepted it was harmless. They had accepted it was worthless. But you still saw that maybe there could still be something left to learn. Even if there was no objective, logical, or scientific reason to do so, you understood my desire to study it further. You understood this meant more to me than what the title of my paper might suggest. I know you have read my entire thesis already. I know you are aware of the results. I know you have even experienced the positive change in behavior of SCP-6280 yourself. But still, you allowed me to prove there was something more behind the surface of that canvas, something human. I’ve attached part of one of the latest reports from an exposure test, one I did not include in the paper. In the end, all I can say is I'm not going to thank you again, not myself. Best Regards, Dr. Elin Van Hedel PS: You are right about that. I have actually decided to start using my mother's maiden name, so I figured I would change the signature when all my employee records were updated. But might as well begin now. ▼ View Attached File ▼ Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-) A Finished Masterpiece (?) Wherever creation is born, Anywhere Manifested Thoughts: Still, it isn't perfect. The lines are rough. The pigments are faded. And the meaning, it is somewhat lost in the shapes. Could the masters still utter a word they would concur; this piece is not worthy of its title. Tomorrow, maybe. Yet, not today. But, for one thing, if anything. It is here. And it is complete. I think that is enough for now. And so, here and now as you lay your eyes upon me, I am finally seen. Thank you. Footnotes 1. Van Hedel was not known to be a part of any group of interest. Instead, he was a minor member of various underground artistic movements of the early 20th century during his short artistic career. Van Hedel disappeared in 1929, aged 25, shortly after moving to Paris. 2. ERGs (Education Research Grants) are awarded by the Eduskip division, to students who have participated in programs organized by said division. The grant is awarded on the basis of academic excellence. It aims to fund experimentation necessary for the completion of a Doctoral PhD. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6280" by AWeirdBird, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6280. 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: later Author: tlater License: later Additional Notes: later Filename: later Author: later License: later Source Link: later
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SCP-6281
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Item#: 6281 Level6 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: florgalana Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: 6281 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6281 is to remain inside the cave where it was found. A site constructed at the mouth of the cave, designated Site-Eta, conceals its entrance. MTF-Unknown-3 are to remain on-site and maintain a rotating shift that ensures a minimum of twelve operatives on duty at all times to carry out basic upkeep and prevent unauthorized access to the site. MTF-Unknown-3 are not to be informed of SCP-6281. They will instead be informed that Site-Eta is an auxiliary containment unit for temporary holdings of safe-class entities. Knowledge of Site-Eta or SCP-6281 is prohibited to personnel without O5 authorization. Personnel leaving Site-Eta are to be administered amnestics to ensure no memory of the site remains, unless granted O5 authorization. Attempts to contain SCP-6281-Z are currently prohibited. Whether SCP-6281-Z is an anomalous event in need of containment is uncertain, however, the risks posed by the methods required to attempt containment have been deemed more severe than the risk of allowing it to remain potentially uncontained. Attempts to contain SCP-6281-Z have been authorized. Containment efforts are currently underway. Under order of O5-1: The location where SCP-6281 was found has been redacted. Unmodified records are in the possession of O5 council members. Description: SCP-6281 is an obsidian black monolith measuring exactly 1x1x7 meters. Thirty illuminated blue bands 1 cm in height ring the surface of the monolith in equally spaced intervals. One hundred and four different models of electrical access ports encompass the seventh ring. Thirty-two models have been identified, and include multiple iterations of display, audio, and serial ports ranging from 1969 to present day, including Foundation Secure Models 1 through 4. SCP-6281 is also capable of connecting to devices via Bluetooth, appearing as █▓▒░♜░▒▓█ up to a range of 7 meters from the monolith, and does not require a password to connect. Connecting to SCP-6281 using any of these methods results in the connected device losing all previous functionality, and booting up to a black screen with the word "WELCOME" appearing in the center in a font size suitable for the device. An empty bar below the message, like those found in common search engines, is displayed for input. The bar functions as a standard search bar, compatible with all input methods connected during testing, including speech recognition. A Foundation laptop with a removed modem was issued to Site-Eta to access SCP-6281 for testing. Extensive testing with this laptop has shown that direct questions, names, places, and dates are all compatible entries into the search bar. Entering a question results in a page giving a highly detailed, objective answer. Documented instances include: Q: When was construction on the Eiffel tower completed? A: 15 March 1889AD 10:23:13pm. Q: How long would it take to walk from New York City to Los Angeles? A: As of [current date], it would take 8 years, 6 months, 13 days, 2 hours, 17 minutes, 56 seconds for [full name of individual conducting the test] to walk from New York City, New York to Los Angeles, California. Q: What is love? A: Love is an increase in Oxytocin, resulting in strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. Q: What is the SCP Foundation? A: The Secure Contain Protect Foundation is a private organization founded [further details removed from report due to the classification of information contained. Amnestics have been administered to those present for the test.] The full catalog of answers given by SCP-6281 is contained at Site-Eta on paper files. Any use of information obtained from SCP-6281 must be authorized by two separate O5 council members, and if authorized, may only be presented as a product of “outside consultation.” Entering a name or location into SCP-6281 results in a page containing a basic history about the subject. Further details or more specific information can be acquired by asking for it as a direct question. The information isn't limited to past events. For still living individuals; it also includes major events that will transpire in their future, going so far as to include a date and cause of death. For locations; future major events that will occur at it, as well as the date and means of its destruction, are also included. Entering a date gives all major historical events that transpired during it. The window can be as general as a year, or as specific as a day in that year. Again, the information is not limited to past dates. Whether this information is stored within SCP-6281 itself, or determined from outside input or calculations prior to presenting it, is unknown. Attempts to ask questions about SCP-6281 to determine its source and functions have so far only resulted in the message: I'M SORRY: I DON'T HAVE THAT INFORMATION. As of this report, all information pertaining to future events obtained from SCP-6281 has proven true. While SCP-6281 is displaying any page of information, a footnote at the bottom of the page reads Edit. Selecting this footnote allows information on the page to be edited. Brief testing concluded that editing information residing in the future results in automatic updates to any related pages in order to align the information on them with the changes made manually. These alterations come true just as consistently as unedited information. Information as far as June 7, 2177AD can be requested. Attempting to enter a date past this point, asking a question that exceeds this date, or editing any existing date past this point, is met with the message: ERROR: TIME DOES NOT EXIST (See further details on June 7, 2177, below). Testing on altering information residing in the past was approved on January 27, 2022, but no test was ever conducted. Testing was reapproved on February 25, 2022, then again on February 28, 2022. In both instances, no recorded test was ever conducted despite records noting the beginning of testing. Exclusionary Site-022 was consulted, but no retroactive alterations to records could be found. All three tests were deemed successful beyond expected projections, and testing on changing information residing in the past was subsequently prohibited on March 1, 2022. The cave SCP-6281 resides in is located on the East coast of The United States, 15 kilometers south of ████████████. The cave is composed of a mixture of igneous and sedimentary rock common to the area. It consists of a single tunnel, measuring an average height and width of 7 meters, and continues 70 meters downwards at a slope of 7 degrees before opening into a dome chamber with a diameter of 14 meters. SCP-6281 sits in the center of this chamber. Despite these measurements, geological experts brought to Site-Eta insist the cave shows no signs of artificial creation and is consistent with natural formation. Discovery of SCP-6281 and Incident Report: First known discovery of SCP-6281 was by Joseph D. Knights, who took to posting information obtained from SCP-6281 online under the alias of [REDACTED] with claims to knowing the future. When a sufficient number of these predictions came true, automated Foundation monitoring systems flagged the individual, and MTF Charlie-9 was sent to apprehend the subject for questioning. Under questioning, the subject informed MTF operatives of the cave with SCP-6281 within and his experience interacting with the anomaly using his mobile phone. When questioned if he had made any edits to the future, the subject confirmed adding exceptionally improbable events to the years 2020 and 2021, prior to those dates, in an effort to test the capabilities of the anomaly. All edits made by the subject are accounted for in world history and a record of the questioning and an extensive list of edits made can be found in a paper file on-site with SCP-6281. Questions pertaining to edits that the subject made to the past have been approved for digital records for the purpose of accurately presenting SCP-6281’s anomalous properties. <Interrogation Conducted, Monday, 21/1/2022, 15:34 hours> Interrogation Conducted By: MTF Officer David Attleburg Subject: Joseph D. Knights <Interrogation In Progress At Opening Remark> MTF Officer David Attleburg: Just a few more questions and I’m sure we’ll be able to let you go. Did you also use your phone to make any edits to the past? Subject: I didn’t. MTF Officer David Attleburg: Really? You decided to edit all those events in the future but never tried to edit the past? Subject: Well, I planned to; a bunch of times I was going to change something in the past, and I had an idea what I was going to change, but it’s like the moment I tapped the edit button, I couldn’t remember what I was going to change it to anymore. MTF Officer David Attleburg: So you never made any changes to the past? Subject: Not that I remember. <End of approved segment of Interrogation record> <Remainder of record can be found at Site-Eta on paper file> It is unknown how many changes the subject made to the past, or what those changes included. Nonetheless, their result is clearly observable as current history. The handheld phone the subject used to connect to SCP-6281 has been confiscated, all records of information obtained from SCP-6281 posted online have been located and expunged by Foundation web-crawlers, and amnestics have been administered to the subject. Under order of O5-1, the MTFCharlie-9 has also been administered Amnestics. June 7, 2177AD: Investigation into the date, June 7, 2177AD, has been conducted with little success. Information up to 6 June, 2177AD, at 11:59pm is accessible and describes an Earth which aligns with projected technological advancements for the era. When questioned on the status of any individual or location on June 7, 2177AD, at 12:00am, SCP-6281 responds ALL IS WHITE, which is a notable difference from the response to all currently tested times following it, which result in ERROR: TIME DOES NOT EXIST. When questioned on what occurred on June 7, 2177AD, at 12:00am, SCP-6281 replies I’M SORRY: I DON’T HAVE THAT INFORMATION, another difference from the error message. Taking these differences into account has led researchers to conclude with reasonable certainty that “ERROR: TIME DOES NOT EXIST” indicates the advent of a ZK-CLASS end of reality scenario, which has been designated SCP-6281-Z. Despite rigorous questioning, no events extraneous to the proceedings of the time have been found which might indicate a source for a ZK-CLASS scenario. The status of all known entities capable of a ZK-CLASS scenario was asked on that date, and no imminent containment breaches were found which might account for SCP-6281-Z. A designation of seven personnel selected by the O5 council has been authorized to continue the investigation into SCP-6281-Z using SCP-6281. Should further information on the matter come to light, an addendum will be added. + Addendum 1: Overflow - Addendum 1: Overflow The following record is a section of queries given to SCP-6281 on April 3, 2022, by Harriet Lucian, the fourth personnel tasked with investigating SCP-6281-Z, chosen on account of her familiarity with computing systems. Q: What is the oldest recorded event? A: Server activation. Q: What server was activated? A: █▓▒░♜░▒▓█ Q: How long ago was server activation? A: 4,599,999,846 years, 10 months, 4 days, 6 hours, 8 minutes, 32 seconds ago. Q: What was the next event that occurred after server activation? A: Fusion ignition of the astral body designated "Sun". Q: What is the current number recorded in the server’s system clock? A: 4,599,999,846 years, 10 months, 4 days, 6 hours, 9 minutes, 52 seconds. Q: When will the server’s system clock overflow3? A: 4,600,000,001 years. Q: What will occur when the server’s system clock overflows? A: System reboot. The reboot of SCP-6281 is now accredited as SCP-6281-Z. [O5 AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED FOR DECRYPTION] [Re-encrypt] <Relevant Transcription of Council Meeting Held on 4/4/2022, 21:00 hours> O5-2: It is proposed authorization be given to attempt opening of SCP-6281 and tampering with interior components for the purpose of preventing a reboot. O5-9: The nature of SCP-6281 is still unknown to us. Tampering with it could have extreme consequences. O5-12: Do you instead propose we do nothing and allow it to reboot? O5-9: I would like to point out that we don’t know that SCP-6281-Z is indeed a ZK-CLASS scenario. It is possible that SCP-6281 reports that time does not exist past that date simply because its system clock reads that date as nonexistent. O5-12: So you propose we gamble with the fate of reality? O5-5: It is not the first time this council has had to take such a gamble. And let’s not pretend it wouldn’t most assuredly be a gamble to tamper with SCP-6281, one we don’t know the consequences of. We may only hasten SCP-6281-Z, if not something worse. O5-7: If SCP-6281 is to be believed, it predates the creation of our solar system. I would like to remind everyone that SCP-6281 is capable of more than just changing history, it rewrites history so completely it’s beyond even an exclusionary site’s ability to detect; it is entirely possible the timeline is contingent on that server’s operation. O5-6: That may be so, but we still don’t know what a “reboot” entails. It may merely be the beginning of a new clock cycle for the server, and 9 still be correct about a lack of a ZK-CLASS scenario. O5-2: If there are no further remarks, the matter of tampering with SCP-6281 will now be put to vote. O5-2: The vote has failed with 9 against, 2 for, and 2 abstained. Investigation of SCP-6281-Z will continue, but no attempts at containment will be made at this time. The proposal will return to the table should further information come to light. O5-1: On to the next matter of business. O5-2: It is proposed that Dr. Rachel be reassigned from head of Preemptive Threat Assessment to the new position of Preemptive Threat Prevention, and given authorization to perform edits to future events using SCP-6281 in order to ensure the continued success of The Foundation. Should the vote pass, all edits must first be presented to the council and require a majority vote to be put into effect. In addition to this position, Dr. Rachel will join the investigation into SCP-6281-Z. O5-3: Have we forgotten the incident with SCP-4011? O5-10: This is not a place for rhetorical questions, 3. It is because of SCP-4011 that we have taken the measures we already have. O5-5: With the matter of SCP-4011 still unresolved, we are in need of a facility capable of replicating the effects of the Alpha-1 array. O5-3: And we believe these additional measures will ensure there is not a repeat of SCP-4011? O5-1: Use of any anomalous entities by The Foundation is heavily discouraged, however, the advantages presented here are too great to overlook. This council can learn from its past mistakes; SCP-6281 will only be used to alter events that threaten The Foundation yet to come. Even if we approve this, no edits will be made until presented and approved individually. O5-10: Dr. Rachel has more than proven her capability to foresee threats to The Foundation. I am confident she will perform exemplary in both this new position and aiding in the investigation of SCP-6281-Z O5-2: If there are no further remarks, the matter of utilizing SCP-6281 will now be put to vote. O5-2: The vote has passed with 10 for, 3 against, 0 abstained. A notice will be sent to Dr. Rachel to report for her new assignment. + Addendum 2: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: September 25, 2067 - Addendum 2: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: September 25, 2067 SCP-6281 continues to prove compatible with all access ports as additional models are developed. fifty-three of its one hundred and four ports have been identified. To test this property of SCP-6281, and potentially gather more information on SCP-6281-Z, development of a new model of access cable was proposed by Dr. Rachel, and approved on October 4, 2059. The cable design would utilize a modified version of the same technology responsible for the containment breach at Site-14 in 2058. This model would allow examination of internal operating systems in addition to the option to override them. Such a cable would be incompatible with existing models of computer ports, but may account for a port on SCP-6281. The cable was completed on September 21, 2066, and a compatible port was identified on SCP-6281, just as Dr. Rachel predicted. The cable was connected to SCP-6281 and the mainframe computer issued to Site-Eta, however, the mainframe continued to only display the standard welcome and search bar, without gaining any additional access to SCP-6281’s operating system. This development was not deemed significant enough to merit a revote on containment protocol. + Addendum 3: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: March 4, 2108 - Addendum 3: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: March 4, 2108 Seventy-nine of SCP-6281’s one hundred and four ports have been identified. Current projections of technological advancements, conducted by the quantum computer issued to Site-Eta, predict that all one hundred and four ports will be identified by the year 2177. This detail has been taken as confirmation of the threat of SCP-6281-Z by those in support of the existence of a ZK-CLASS scenario. Consequently; paranoia directed toward SCP-6281-Z has increased among personnel authorized to access SCP-6281. Disciplinary measures had to be taken in the case of Dr. Rachel, who attempted to consult organizations outside The Foundation on SCP-6281-Z without authorization. These communications were intercepted, and no information breach occurred. Dr. Rachel is currently receiving psychiatric counseling for her distress in place of more severe measures on account of her value to The Foundation. This incident was following a new development in the investigation of SCP-6281-Z: As a continuation of The Vaticanation Proposal, Dr. Rachel was authorized to perform edits to the page containing Foundation records of SCP-6281. However, editing the page on SCP-6281 proved impossible. When selecting Edit, a dialogue box appears, informing the user that Administrator Permission is required to edit this page. In light of these developments, the matter of containing SCP-6281-Z returned to the O5 council for voting. Following the vote, approval was given to attempt opening SCP-6281 to examine its components for avenues of containment, and efforts to identify an administrator have begun. + Addendum 4: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: June 6, 2177 - Addendum 4: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: June 6, 2177 All one hundred and four ports on SCP-6281 have been identified. The black casing comprising SCP-6281 has proved durable beyond expected projections. All traditional tools and anomalous efforts have failed to access the interior of SCP-6281. Pedolith displacement scans show the server extends thousands of miles into the ground. The scans cannot display past the molten layer, but it is speculated that SCP-6281 extends into the core of the Earth, making moving it or accessing its underside an impossibility. Various personnel have been brought to Site-Eta to attempt to edit the page on SCP-6281, including O5 council members and various SCP entities that could be trusted to do so, but no administrator has been found. There: I wrote the report. Is anyone ever even going to read this!? Who cares about protocol!? It’s going to be June 7th in 10 minutes and we don’t even know if there’s going to be a June 8th after SCP-6281 overflows! It was supposed to be Dr. Rachel’s job to update the records, but she took her own life an hour ago. Dr. Kiln found the body. She once told me her position before this one was head of Preemptive Threat Assessment; it was her job to identify threats before they appeared. I saw how much this overflow was distressing her all these years, even though the council always said its threat assignment was undetermined, and now she’s killed herself before the overflow could happen. I can’t help but feel like maybe she was right. If we all exist tomorrow for me to be disciplined for this report, I’ll gladly take whatever punishment they give me. The Vaticanation Proposal Hide The Vaticanation Proposal: Submitted by Dr. Rachel. April 15, 2022 In order to determine how successful our current and future efforts to obtain information on SCP-6281-Z will be, and in order to gain a greater span of time to apply this information, I propose authorization be given to inquire SCP-6281 on Foundation records pertaining to itself and SCP-6281-Z. [APPROVED: 16/05/2022] Edit Error Administrator Permission is required to edit this page Footnotes 1. Item aids the Foundation in partially containing itself and/or other anomalies, but cannot be fully contained for logistical and/or ethical reasons. 2. One of a series of installations designed to retain information following reality shifts or other temporal restructuring events. 3. A time formatting bug in which a computer’s internal clock reaches the highest possible bit sequence, and an integer overflow occurs. For further details, see Y2K38.
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LightlessLantern & Rye Travis Extranormal Event 6282: Investigation Ongoing Preliminary Designation: EE-6282 Classification Status: Pending Photograph 14 Preceding Events: On 2023-04-25, Foundation Site-26 received a distress message from Monitoring Outpost 51-ث, followed by an emergency backup of the Outpost database. Subsequent attempts to contact Outpost 51-ث were unsuccessful and agents were sent to assist stationed personnel. Upon arrival, no evidence for the outpost's existence could be found; only an empty field surrounded by trees (see photographs 06 through 17). Various items were recovered and transferred to Site-26 for analysis. Recovered Items Log: Item Number Description Writing Present On Item Other Details Item 0 Cubic box 1.0 metres in height made of pine wood "Monitoring Outpost 51-ث" Item discovered open. Item 1 Cubic box 0.60 metres in height made of pine wood "Wing C" Item discovered open. Item 2 Cubic box 0.40 metres in height made of pine wood "Initial Analysis Division" Item discovered open. Item 3 Cubic box 0.25 metres in height made of pine wood "Chamber C3-1" Item discovered open. Item 4 Cubic box 0.15 metres in height made of pine wood "Junior Researcher Benyamin Ashraf" Item discovered partially open, containing an oxygen-deprived necrotic human brain. Item 5 Standard Foundation-issue audio recorder "Property of Benyamin Ashraf" Item discovered embedded within the human brain during autopsy. The last audio file started recording less than 10 minutes before Outpost 51-ث broadcast its distress message and contains Ashraf's analysis of a sealed wooden box found after the disappearance of a nearby forest. Ashraf begins by noting a description error that claims no writing is present on the box before opening it, with a subsequent worsening in audio quality. Ashraf discovers a second smaller box inside, which he removes before opening, accompanied by the audio degenerating further. This process repeats three more times, yielding five boxes which decrease in volume and are held recursively within one another. By this point, the audio is heavily corrupted and, at times, incomprehensible. The file ends upon Ashraf successfully opening the fifth box. Item 6 Cubic box 1.0 metres in height composed of concrete, steel, and human flesh No writing initially present, "Site-26" appeared an unknown time following recovery Item is sealed and at irregular intervals emits a severely corrupted Monitoring Outpost 51-ث distress message. Opening Item 6 is forbidden. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Extranormal Event 6282" by LightlessLantern and Rye Travis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6282. 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: OutpostLocation.jpg Name: Great Paddock/Little Paddock Author: Simon Carey License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/3997097
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SCP-6283 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM #: SCP-6283 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Assigned Site Site-61 Site Director James Black Research Head Dr. Belmont Assigned MTF Psi-11 "Night Lighters" ITEM: SCP-6283 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Assigned Site Site-61 Site Director James Black Research Head Dr. Belmont Assigned MTF Psi-11 "Night Lighters" Site-61 Entity Designation1: HEX-B021, "Lamprey" (Biological Anomaly) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6283 is contained within a large biological entity containment unit within Site-61's biological studies wing. The chamber is outfitted with high powered ultraviolet and LED floodlights to allow for rapid pacification and incapacitation should the need arise. The chamber is to be cleaned once a month following feeding, removing all excess mucus and remains while SCP-6283 is dormant. SCP-6283 is to be fed one (1) Sus domesticus2 per week. All instances of SCP-6283-1 are contained within a large cold storage unit located within the biological studies wing. Instances of SCP-6283-1 are accessible for study purposes following approval from Dr. Belmont. Should instances of SCP-6283-1 show signs of waking, the unit is to be immediately locked down and MTF Psi-11 "Night Lighters" are to be contacted. All additional materials, substances, and individuals related to SCP-6283 are kept within preservation chambers only accessible to members of Dr. Belmont's research team. Classifications of these objects are pending, following further investigation into the connection with SCP-6283. Should any information regarding PoI-6283's whereabouts or the whereabouts of any related individuals be found, it is to be immediately submitted to Dr. Belmont for review. Description: SCP-6283 is an approximately 10 metre long quadrupedal quasi-mammalian entity with forearms resembling bat wings, which possess three human-like fingers each, that SCP-6283 uses for gripping and locomotion. SCP-6283 has a long, extendable, fleshy neck ending in a large humanoid head. The mouth of SCP-6283 is filled with concentric rings of sharp teeth that face backwards down the throat. SCP-6283 appears to be troglobiotic3 in morphology, possessing translucent and pale skin, sensitivity to light and UV radiation, highly sensitive hearing, and lacking functional eyes and fur. SCP-6283's body is covered in a thick adhesive mucus that it constantly expels from its pores and mouth. This mucus acts as a highly effective reflector of UV rays and possesses a mild sedative effect when contacted. SCP-6283 will utilise this mucus in nest building behaviour, coating the location it resides in thick webs of the substance. SCP-6283 is carnivorous and will rapidly stretch its mouth up to 3 metres wide to envelop prey. Most creatures consumed by SCP-6283 will be digested wholly. Humans, however, are expelled after an indeterminable amount of time through SCP-6283's mouth. Any human expelled this way will henceforth be referred to as SCP-6283-1. SCP-6283-1 Description: SCP-6283-1 are humanoid entities that have been physically altered by SCP-6283. SCP-6283-1 have had their flesh transmuted into a form of sinewy and pale biomatter not resembling any known biological material. SCP-6283-1 have a number of characteristics that have been exaggerated, such as sharpened teeth and large claws, while SCP-6283-1's other facial features and sexual organs are no longer present. The entirety of SCP-6283-1's body, except the mouth, is covered in thick, pale skin that has shown to be near impervious to damage. The internal structure of SCP-6283-1 instances are completely devoid of functional organs, except for the brain and heart, along with the nervous and circulatory system. SCP-6283-1 also produce the substances secreted by SCP-6283, although only within saliva and within a subcutaneous layer across the entire body. All currently encountered instances of SCP-6283-1 have been completely immobile, curled into the foetal position. Monitoring brain activity reveals SCP-6283-1 instances to be in a state of perpetual REM sleep, and do not react to any form of stimuli. Addendum-6283-A: Discovery On 18/09/2012, the Foundation was made aware of potentially anomalous activity surrounding the isolated rural town of C█████, Romania. The town had an unusually high rate of deaths attributed to wildlife and natural causes, far above the regional average. An investigation initially led by the Romanian Federal Police was launched after a travelling tourist disappeared in the area, but was met with passive resistance from the uncooperative and isolated population. Following the disappearance of one of the officers under unusual circumstances, an embedded agent in the Romanian police force reported the area as a potential location of interest to the Foundation. Open Preliminary Investigation Close Preliminary Investigation INVESTIGATION REPORT - PRELIMINARY 28/09/2012 Investigation Team: MTF Gamma-4, "Green Stags" Investigation team established temporary headquarters within a local inn posing as environmental specialists attempting to document the local species and any potential hazardous pollution in the region. Locals were noted to be antisocial and few in number. Many houses and stores in the town had been abandoned and/or sealed shut, and the remaining population appeared ill. Investigation into local deaths by animal attack and potential illness were met with resistance from unwilling locals. Threats of government intervention caused the locals to become hostile, shouting at the team to leave town before shuttering themselves inside their homes and watching the team through their windows. After making no progress after hours of inquiries, the team eventually came across a small girl playing with a crudely made doll of a bat on a front doorstep. After inquiring as to where everyone was, the girl simply responded 'sleeping' without making eye contact. After pressing further and asking if she meant they were dead, the girl responded with "Not dead, just sleeping. My brother is sleeping too, but he's at the big house." When asked what house she was talking about, the girl responded "The one in the forest! Where the monster was born. The doctor says the monster makes us better. We're sick, so we all need to get better." The girl then turned to face the team before saying "Don't worry! Mama said he'll wake up soon. Mama said they all will, when the sun comes up." Before the team could inquire further, a woman exited from the house and hurried the girl inside before slamming it shut. The team returned to the inn for the rest of the day. END REPORT Open Manor Investigation Close Manor Investigation Following the information given by the girl encountered the day previous, the team began an investigation on the town's history, revealing the presence of an old manor deep within the surrounding woodlands that had been abandoned years prior. A follow up investigation to the Manor was organised and launched. INVESTIGATION REPORT - MANOR 29/09/2012 Investigation Team: MTF Gamma-4, "Green Stags" Investigation team explored the nearby woods around the area where the manor was supposed to be located. Eventually, the team located the manor in a deep thicket, partially collapsed. Exterior of the Manor Approaching the Manor, there were no signs of activity from within. After confirming no activity, the team breached the front door and entered the building. The interior of the Manor was deteriorated and overgrown with no signs of recent activity. However, after exploring the lower level of the manor, a door was found locked and leading to the basement. Upon breaching the basement door and entering, some form of large makeshift laboratory was discovered below. The laboratory was filled with a large number of scientific apparatus, multiple large vats of an unidentified thick yellow fluid, a number of organic mounds in glass chambers, and an operating table with a single instance of SCP-6283-1 lying on it. It appeared to be deceased. On a nearby work desk, several chemical formulas and notes had been drawn on a scattered pile of papers as well as a small leather-bound journal labelled 'Dr. Malgrave'. The contents of this journal were written in English, and have been listed below. June 21, 2010 The Lady has bestowed a new project upon me. She tells me that this is one of utmost importance to the Master himself, and that failure was unacceptable. What an opportunity this is, to finally have my talents recognised by the Master and not be left in obscurity by this wretched flesh worshipping Collective. I have been provided with a number of human embryos and have been tasked with achieving a new form of evolution to guide mankind in the future. What I am to create is a "vessel for change", for humanity to reach a new stage to face the oncoming daybreak and not falter in the face of the great enemy. It will be our guiding light to the future, or so they say, yet I have been given complete freedom to achieve this goal at my own volition. Despite the Collective being a gathering of old world zealots, I am excited to begin. The prospects for such a revolutionary achievement are endless, and this town will serve an excellent starting ground for my exploits. December 14, 2010 The beginnings of the project, though slow, have shown great promise. I have spliced several separate creatures into the embryos provided in order to create a variety of effects, including a growth accelerant to hasten the pace of maturity. However, the embryos have consistently become unstable in their growth, often leading to high levels of cancerous lesions and premature deaths. A number of these subjects have provided new methods for further exploration. The mortality rate of the young may be quite high, but the Lady continues to provide new research subjects for continued experimentation. She tells me that these creatures are the childer of the Master himself, so I'm told. Even if they are to perish in service of this research I am to treat them with utmost respect. Regardless of my personal thoughts on the matter of sentimentality, I have nonetheless buried the corpses in the nearby churchyard. A number of longer lived and promising candidates have begun to produce an ichor that protects them from the light, although it has proven to be sporadic and ineffective in current iterations. I have lost two candidates thus far to immolation despite the ichor's presence. I must find a way to make the results more stable, the artificial nature and exposure of the growing tubes is what I suspect to be creating these unstable results. Perhaps a more natural approach is required? April 20, 2011 Through much trial and error I have managed to create a temporary casing in order to assist with the growth of the childer to adulthood. This has resulted in a number of far more stable results with significantly less premature deaths, as suspected. While the natural casing is definitely more effective, it would seem that the addition of blood seems to be the key. Casings filled with a mixture of my elixirs and a healthy quantity of human blood have resulted in accelerated growth and far more viable subjects. Obtaining the blood was, of course, one concern, but the location of my lab has proven to be highly advantageous. The nearby villagers are a superstitious lot and easily manipulated. I have already begun to sow the seeds of folklore into their number along with some teachings of the Collective. Already they have begun to shut themselves off at night, leaving offerings of individuals too sick or elderly to be "taken care of". I almost pity them. One candidate of the most recent array of mature subjects has shown immense promise with very minimal drawbacks. The ichor is still not enough to protect the subject from the light entirely, but the stability of production and the amount produced are already far beyond what earlier tests have created. However I am beginning to run low on supplies of embryos and various transformative elixirs. The Lady, while pleased with my results, grows impatient with the slow rate of success. Art cannot be rushed. I can only hope the prime subject is as valuable as he seems. December 20, 2011 Eureka! It would seem I have been going about this project in the wrong way. The prime subject, of which I have taken to calling 'the son', has grown immensely over these past few months and has begun to display rather intense hunting behaviour. It seems to have imprinted upon me as well, and can learn basic commands given enough time, excellent for control as it continues to grow. Yet, while the subject is indeed a beautiful success in his own right, he still possessed flaws that would take years to remove from the bloodline, such as relatively low intelligence and mediocre protection from immolation. This would not pass well with the Lady nor the other rulers of the Collective, but as fate would have it the son is not the next step in evolution, but the key to it. Out of necessity for continued growth, the local offering of an elderly woman had been given entirely to the subject for feeding as opposed to the usual liquid diet of blood. Unsure of what to expect from this unprecedented experiment, I had contained them in the lower levels for observation. Several hours after consumption however, the subject eventually regurgitated the woman altered and anew. The woman had been utterly transformed, all outwards features denoting individuality had vanished. The skin was now pallid and would not break even when exposed to medical grade equipment requiring specialised tools to perform a vivisection. The mouth was pronounced and predatory, with the internal structure of the body consisting only of a beating heart and a large, active brain. Most excitedly however, the skin possessed a lower layer of the ichor in such a volume and density that it protected the creature entirely from immolation! The creature, while completely dormant, is exactly the result I have been attempting to achieve all these months. I must create more, I simply must. After I share my results with the lady, my resources will no doubt increase tenfold in order to create more like the son. No doubt the Master will praise me for my efforts as well. January 3, 2012 Over the past months I have taken more and more from the populace of the nearby village for conversion into the sleepers. The son has grown immense and shows no sign of ceasing growth any time in the near future. Recreating the success of the son has been difficult, with most childer being insufficient or perishing in the process. The production of sleepers has been almost perfectly replicable with the added bonus of nourishing the son of his required intake of blood. Due to the added need for space however, I have moved all sleepers and the son himself to the church in the village for safekeeping, while my research will continue here. I have reported my success to the Lady some months back who seems incredibly satisfied with my work. While the sleepers are fully inactive she assures me that it was a trifling concern. I am unsure what to make of this, but she has promised me the funds and resources for further expanding my work, even my personal projects. The villagers have also been of continued value to my work, now cultivating a form of religious belief in the necessity of the sacrifices to help save their people. I have spread the notion that they are afflicted by an illness that will burst forth when the great enemy frees itself from the shackles of the sun, another Collective belief that serves well to spread paranoia. I have also introduced a somewhat meagre strain of bacteria to the local drinking water, to help further the illusion. It will not interfere with my studies nor my volume of viable stock, but the effects are quite convincing. In addition it would seem the people have begun seeing the son as a form of saviour, which has placed them fully under my sway. Their numbers are limited, however. I may have to find a new source of feeding stock and subjects soon if they continue to dwindle. February 12, 2012 DAMNATION! The Lady has informed me that my work here is at risk. Certain interested parties have grown aware of my activities and have been poking around where they're not welcome. She tells me that its only a matter of time before word reaches the crusaders and they worm their way into this place. I have begun to collect as much as I can for evacuation, but a large amount of the materials must remain behind. This includes the son and the sleepers, their transportation would require time and effort that could not be hidden from prying eyes. I must consider them lost. I can only pray he continues to survive into the future. Perhaps we'll see one another again some day. I have warned the villagers of the crusaders coming here and distributed my solutions among their populace. Convinced them it was a form of medicine. No doubt the results will be unpredictable and violent, but they will do their part to hold the crusaders at bay. I must go now, let them have their scraps. Nothing can stop what has been achieved here. After review of the journals discovered within the manor, the team returned to the inn to prepare for investigation of the church mentioned in the documentation. Upon returning the villagers were notably more confrontational, often blocking paths and watching the team in mobs. The team reported that the townsfolk appeared far more sickly and gaunt, with their hair falling out as they made their way into the inn. Many of the townsfolk were seen standing outside the inn and staring into the windows as night fell. A number of individuals were noted to have what appeared to be sharp fang-like teeth and extended fingers and claws. Suspecting possible hostile intent, the team called for reinforcements to be dispatched before further investigation. END REPORT MTF Gamma-4 failed to respond to further inquiry to their status following the report. Further attempts at contact met with failure, and it was presumed the team had been forcibly cut off. MTF Epsilon-6 was dispatched as reinforcements to investigate and re-establish contact. Action Report 6283 After contact with the investigation team was lost, a further investigation and extraction team was organised to help contain the situation and subdue any potential hostile elements within the township. MTF Epsilon-6 was dispatched with one fully armed squadron of agents, a more heavily armed reserve of two squadrons, and standby air support. The team was inserted in a nearby field and advanced towards the town. Open Action Report Close Action Report ACTION REPORT 6283 30/09/2012 Task Force: MTF Epsilon-6, "Village Idiots" Team Composition: Assault force of twenty-six (26) agents and support. - One (1) advanced squadron of six (6) armed agents. - Two (2) Supplementary squadrons of ten (10) armed agents. - One (1) heavily armed attack helicopter as air support. Mission Statement: Advanced team is to investigate the township of C█████ and attempt to establish contact with MIA agents of MTF Gamma-4 and extract if possible. Should any hostile force be encountered, advance team is to remain within a fortified position and await reinforcements from the supplementary teams. Should any anomalous activity be encountered, the entirety of C█████ is to be treated as a hazardous zone with immediate extraction and containment procedures being enacted. All individuals within this zone are to be subdued or terminated if necessary. BEGIN REPORT 21:23:22 Advance team moves through the wooded area Eastward reaching C█████ within 20 minutes of travel. The town has no lights nor any sign of activity from the residents within. Team lead gives the order to advance through the outer streets towards the Inn near the town centre. 21:45:12 Team reports no activity of any kind within the the outer streets or buildings as they move further in. Movement is reported multiple times, but no source could be found. 21:58:34 Team reaches the town square, which also shows no sign of activity. Two agents enter the inn while the remainder of the advance team stand guard outside, searching around the square for any potential signs of life. 22:06:23 The inside of the inn is reported to be completely destroyed, with large amounts of blood and viscera leading from the investigation team's room to the front door. A large amount of what appear to be claw marks are spread throughout the path of destruction. The investigation team's room has been completely ransacked, with most equipment either missing or destroyed. The missing agents could not be located. 22:10:56 Agents standing guard make contact with a single individual entering the town square and raise their weapons. The individual is ordered to raise their hands in the air, but they do not comply and continue to walk forward. The agents threaten to shoot, to which the individual ceases movement, and raises their head. They appear gaunt and pale skinned, with large, protruding sharp teeth, large clawed hands, and were covered in blood. The individual could be seen holding something that they toss forward towards the agents. 22:12:15 An agent is heard cursing as the object thrown is confirmed to be the severed head of one of the missing agents. The agents immediately turn their attention back to the individual, seeing a large amount of shadowy figures crawling over the rooftops and out of the alleyways staring at the agents. 22:13:15 The individual in the square lets out a piercing shriek. Shrieking can then be heard from every direction as the street begins to flood with similar individuals all covered in blood, many of which vaguely match descriptions of townsfolk encountered by the investigation team. They climb over buildings and begin sprinting through the streets towards the team. 22:15:04 The agents open fire. 22:17:01 The mutated townsfolk are held back with suppressive fire from the front of the inn and the upper windows long enough for the advance team to call in for immediate support. The supplementary teams begin moving towards the town as air support is launched. ETA: 5 minutes. 22:19:00 The townsfolk begin to overwhelm the team with their numbers as ammunition begins to run low. Agents deploy their emergency explosive incendiary weaponry which appears to be far more effective at holding the creatures back, with many fleeing from the flames produced by the explosions. 22:20:49 Two agents are flanked and overtaken by a group of creatures and mauled. One is dragged back into the crowd who then rip them to pieces, while the instances attacking the second agent are driven off by close range gunfire, with the incapacitated agent moved to a safer location afterward. 22:22:49 The creatures continue their assault as air support arrives. The helicopter immediately activates its spotlights and utilises its mounted weaponry to engage with the horde. 22:25:43 The agents begin to reduce the size of the hoard significantly with the provided air support as the supplementary teams near the town. 22:27:34: Air support moves to continue the attack on the remaining retreating creatures, but is suddenly struck from the sky by a large unidentified object. The helicopter spins out of control and crashes into the town square, driving off and killing a large portion of the horde. 22:28:23 A large object lands on a nearby rooftop and moves into the light of the fires, revealing it to be SCP-6283. It rises up on its hind legs, stretches out its wings, and lets out a deafening screech. 22:30:21: The agents immediately retreat back into the inn to fortify their position. SCP-6283 pursues them, managing to grab hold of one of the agents and throws them into a nearby building. The team barricade the front door as SCP-6283 slams into it repeatedly, collapsing the front of the inn. 22:32:45 The agents move to flee upstairs as SCP-6283 sprays mucus up towards their position, ensnaring and pulling one of them down into its jaws despite their teams efforts to pull them back. The agent is torn apart as SCP-6283 continues to destroy the lower level, unable to fit up the stairway. The stairway is subsequently destroyed. 22:37:08 The remaining agents flee down the hallway on the upper level as SCP-6283 can be heard exiting the building and flying away. It can be heard screeching as it flies back towards them, slamming onto the walls of the inn and crawling on the exterior. The building goes silent for a moment, before SCP-6283's claw bursts through the hallway window and drags another agent outside. Screaming can be heard before a torrent of blood is seen pouring down from the rooftop. The last active agent and the injured agent he had been carrying move to a side room and hide in a corner, attempting to remain silent. 22:40:49: The agents are hiding as SCP-6283 crawls on the outside of the building, reaching into various rooms in search of them. The injured agent lets out a pained groan despite the active agent's attempts to silence him, to which SCP-6283 immediately moves to the broken window of the room and extends its neck inside. SCP-6283's head moves around the room before moving within one metre of the agents. The active agent raises his sidearm to between SCP-6283 eyes at point blank range, preparing to fire. 22:41:00 A loud explosion rocks the building as SCP-6283 is struck in the side by an explosive round, causing it to retract its neck from the window and scream at the supplementary teams that have entered the town square. The majority of the team provide suppressive fire while another explosive projectile is launched, striking SCP-6283 in the side of the head, knocking it off of the building. SCP-6283 attempts to rush after the quickly encircling agents, but is unable to stop the assault while attempting to shield itself with its wings. 22:45:12 SCP-6283 is struck a third time by an explosive round in the chest and falls to the ground letting out a loud scream. It crawls to its feet and attempts to flee the attack by flying away. As SCP-6283 becomes airborne, it is struck once more in the right wing causing it to fall into a nearby rooftop and into the fires below. SCP-6283 lets out another loud scream while flailing wildly in the fire. SCP-6283 manages to crawl free from the flames, but collapses in the town square as it swings wildly at the approaching agents. 22:48:32 The team encircle SCP-6283 once more and deploy electrical pacification devices, ensnaring and electrocuting it until it eventually falls unconscious. SCP-6283 is considered pacified at this time. The team provides medical attention to the surviving agents and calls in for further reinforcements. The township of C█████ is declared as an anomalous hazard zone. The team continues to hold position while seek and destroy teams are called in to locate and pacify the remaining townsfolk and any other undiscovered hostile elements. 23:24:22 Reinforcements arrive and all anomalously afflicted townsfolk are located and either pacified, or destroyed. Clean-up teams are called in, SCP-6283 is contained, and the situation is declared as controlled. No further casualties are taken. END REPORT Open Cleanup Report Close Cleanup Report Following the containment of SCP-6283, clean-up teams were utilised to recover all relevant documentation, specimens, and subjects in and around the C█████ area for containment and eventual transportation to Site-61. It was found that all the townsfolk of C█████ had been infected by some form of concentrated biological mutagen, identical to the fluids contained within the vats recovered from the manor. Its effects are still under investigation, but the results of infection seem to manifest as physical mutation4, heightened aggression, and lowered intelligence. Infected individuals also possess a large amount of cancerous growths and other health issues due to unrestrained tissue growth. Classification of this mutagen as SCP-6283-2, and those affected by it as SCP-6283-3, is still pending review. C█████ Church, before investigation. Using the recovered documentation, it was discovered that the 'churchyard' in question was a large church located on the outer edge of the township of C█████. Within was located 43 total SCP-6283-1 specimens, several of the mutated townsfolk, and a number of sentimental items such as simple toys and old jewellery. The internal structure of the church had been completely coated in a webbing of SCP-6283's mucus. Within the centre of the church on an altar was a single sealed letter composed of human skin. All items from the town, church, and manor were transported to Site-61 for containment, study, and storage. See Dr. Belmont for further itemised lists and details. Following clean-up, the mission was reported as a success, and a cover story of a highly virulent disease wiping out the town was released to the media. C█████ has been placed under permanent quarantine while Dr. Malgrave has been designated as PoI-6283. Investigation into PoI-6283’s location is ongoing. Addendum-6283-B: Recovered Letter During clean-up, a sealed letter crafted from human skin was located within the church amongst a number of sentimental objects. The ink of the letter was composed of human blood and written in an archaic form of Romanian, sealed with wax bearing a symbol representing some form of beast. This symbol has been found among scriptures of the Nälkä faith within the Foundation's possession. The full letter has been translated and is available below. Open Letter Close Letter My child, I write this now so that some day, you may see what purpose I have planned for you. You are young, naïve, and afraid. The world around you is not the one you were meant for, no, the world you are here to thrive within is one of fire, sunlight, and writhing flesh. But do not fear, for when the time is near and you come of age, mankind will flock to you as their guardian angel. And when they do, they will be severed from the great enemy's grasp, and be ready to stand against the tide of unending destruction. For when the meek hide away, you must not. When the world falls to the malignant light, you will not. And finally, even when Day Breaks, you shall not. I love you, my son. Count, Karcist, and Father, ~ Lord Vladislaus Drakulya Footnotes 1. For on site purposes only, for all other usages please utilise proper SCP designation. 2. Domestic pig. 3. A designation given to creatures that live entirely in dark cave environments. 4. The most significant of which include unrestrained growth of a subjects teeth into a forward jaw filled with sharpened fangs, and highly elongated hands and fingers ending in sharp bone protruding from the skin. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6283" by Iszth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6283. 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: Manor Author: Laima Gūtmane License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Source Link: Adapted from [https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Abandoned_Spirgus_manor.jpg] Filename: Church Author: Knar Bedian License: CC BY 2.0 ATTRIBUTION 2.0 GENERIC Source Link: [https://www.flickr.com/photos/9070031@N03/5324694731]
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Item#: SCP-6284 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6284 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All Foundation employee dormitories located in halls A12 to A14 have been permanently relocated along with corresponding staff and belongings. Hall A13 has been sectioned off from the greater facility through the construction of new walls that isolate SCP-6284. Several Kant counters are to be placed on the floor around SCP-6284's perimeter in a semicircle and are to be monitored remotely for any changes. Researchers studying SCP-6284 are to be knowledgeable in logical fallacies as well as para-emotional projected constructs. Franklin Ergot is to receive weekly therapeutic counseling. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6284 is a logical gap embedded within the east-facing wall of hallway A13 in Site-22's Employee Housing subcomplex. SCP-6284 is unable to be perceived by individuals with baseline cognition due to its inherent logical fallacy. This creates a paradox that the human brain is unable to understand due to its complexity, producing a secondary antimemetic effect caused by the brain removing SCP-6284 from subjects' cognition.1 Due to this, SCP-6284 cannot be perceived or interacted with without the consumption of agnostics. SCP-6284-2 has been identified as the body of Daniel Thereaux. DISCOVERY: Though it is currently unknown how long SCP-6284 has been located within Site-22, the anomaly itself was identified on 31/5/2022 when Senior Researcher Harold Dalloway2 was temporarily transferred due to a scheduling error made by Employee Logistics.3 During his stay, he was assigned temporary residence within Room 63 of hallway A13, quickly discovering SCP-6284 due to his constant department-mandated agnostic consumption. The following has been transcribed from Researcher Dalloway's initial memo. Miss Dugan, Although it is quite difficult of me to explain this subsequent informational relay towards you in a way that is semantically and informationally sound, I must do my due diligence to tether my wires in a formation that helps paint a tapestry of the mind for you in order to spotlight and mend this glaring issue. As I was walking out of my little gilded prison chamber in order to meet up with Dr. Orson in the cafeteria, I was drawn into a quite peculiar sight indeed, as, well, encompassing a good portion of the wall to my left was a fissure, quite large, actually, and very deep. The fissure itself was charred and cracked around the edges, with faint scratch marks around the left side, and now I do actually recall a great amount of twisted metal in the vicinity of this crack, yes, yes it was twisted and it was also warped, I do believe. Possibly the remnants of one of our little breatheboxes (or are they unbreatheboxes?).4 I am unaware if this crack was here yesterday when I had passed by this same hallway - or was I in A14? Well, I think you would know if there was a massive crack in the wall of A14 and would have told me accordingly, would you? At least a warning would have sufficed, a little, "Oh, and be wary of the crack in the wall, if you stick your arm in too far you might fall into the starlit sky!" would have been more than enough to send me on my merry way down to my cell. Well, you did not warn me of this, and once again I am unsure of whether or not it is located in A13 or A14 or A12. Although I do recommend that we look into this at once. As Site Director Alicia Dugan has a history with the Surrealistics Department, she immediately evacuated all residencies in halls A12 through A14 before requesting the assistance of MTF ☊-2 ("Mind Erasers") to locate and partially contain SCP-6284. ADDENDUM 6284.1: Agnostic Testing In order to ascertain the exact parameters of SCP-6284, various D-class personnel were given incremental doses of measured agnostics in order to perceive and interact with the anomaly. Results summarized below: 2 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed and interacted with. It appears to be a fissure in the wall. 7 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed, interacted with, and described in greater detail. It is approx. 26 cm in width while running a length of approx. 1.3 meters. There are portions of warped metal detritus surrounding the floor below SCP-6284. The fragments of metal appear to be partially charred in places as are the edges of the fissure. 10 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed, interacted with, and sensed. D-22045 reported the scent of burning roses. 20 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed, interacted with, and tasted. D-22045 reported the taste of copper.5 30 units: The interior of SCP-6284 can be viewed. 40 units: The interior of SCP-6284 can be viewed and identified. It has been classified as SCP-6284-1. 48 units: The interior of SCP-6284 (now classified as SCP-6284-1) can be viewed and described in greater detail. It is a portion of space filled with countless stars. 50 units: D-22045's last remaining tooth falls out. 55 units: Sound can be registered coming from inside SCP-6284-1. 56 units: The sound is identified. It is the voice of an adult male. He is quietly sobbing and apologizing to "Frankie." 74 units: The message written directly above SCP-6284 can be viewed. 80 units: The message written directly above SCP-6284 can be viewed and identified. 90 units: The message written directly above SCP-6284 can be viewed and described in greater detail. It reads, "It is not finished, but for you, I hope it is your solace. -P███████" 110 units: There is something inside of SCP-6284-1. 150 units: There is something inside of SCP-6284-1. 165 units: There is something inside of SCP-6284-1. 180 units: The object inside of SCP-6284 has been classified as SCP-6284-2. ADDENDUM 6284.2: Input by Researcher Harold Dalloway + Open File [ERROR: DATA IRRELEVANT] Please contact RAISA technical support in order to remove spam or defective coding. Now. I do believe that while many a colleague of mine has the extensive knowledge to disclose such information to you, I think it is best that I seize the podium to tell this in their stead. After all, I do believe that their analyses will have a dearth of portrayal nor the scope of the situation at hand to properly relay the impact of why this has occurred in the first place, so I do ask that you please listen and listen well. A long time ago (I believe), aeons, millennia, days, hours, seconds ticking away, there was a man that would walk through pasty hallways shrouded in the dust of those that walked before him, and he would walk these hallways into little rooms that were shrouded in the thoughts of those who died for him and the cause he worked with. When the man traipsed these halls and when he entered these rooms, his own thoughts would stir in a biting frenzy that stripped his heart of its boundaries, causing it to become weak and easily subjected to attacks, onslaughts, and vulnerabilities. As time passed, his frantic and fleeting thoughts turned into muted and fleeting words, which quickly became him through and through in almost every way; fleeting. His words would devour themselves before they could roll across his tongue and soon enough, his very tongue threatened to swallow itself as its usage meant it was susceptible to the crushing weight of pressure that teetered on any words it would forge. Despite the death of his own language due to this inverted pressure, the man found himself able to weave his mind a tapestry anew in the presence of a fellow cell. This other cell, also running a course and duty in the body of this sterile leviathan, was one of joy and jest, eager to do its job and willing to bring its fellows up with it. This fellow worker always had a quick word thrown out into the circle to bring smiles and snippets of sensibility to brighten the man's darkening mind. As time passed and the duties of the grunts began to impound deeper and deeper into his hollowed and numbed psyche, the man began to feel a little twisting, wriggling thing warp the inner annuls of his chest that stirred and slowly unwound its way from the very top of his head into the arches of his toes. It was warm and comforting yet frantic in its composure, quickly juddering to life in a stop-motion slither when the man was in the presence of his fellow cell. The man realized he was smitten, smothered, taken aback with kindness. This was true, the man had fallen into the aphroditic favors of the soul, but despite it all, he was not sure that his fellow cell felt the same - if his fellow cell even had the capacity to feel the same at all - and that caused the man great pain. As this man walked down these concrete arteries into the little chambers of the jailed god's heart, he would pass by a fracture in one of the great facades. This little fracture was a remnant of something that existed far before him, and far before his fellow cells. Specifically, this mere fracture was a remnant of a warm, beating heart that knew nothing but kindness. But alas, when the man discovered the fracture, the heart had stopped beating long ago, or it had never beat in the first place, or that the heart moved on to the places where hearts go when they no longer have the capacity to beat, or it still beat but it was on its moments before death. When the man discovered this fragment of the forgone heart, he saw it as a way to break free from the shackles of his pained and sorrowed steps. In doing so, in a moment of desperation, he twisted and folded and configured himself in such a way as to only consist of teardrops, sorrows, and raw, bleeding heartache, allowing him to slip through the fracture into the abandoned sky of the never-beating heart. In this other place made of the remains of the never-heart, the man knew a catharsis that bled from his pores in a shout-wail that pierced through the pinprick'd white that was scattered through the air. And so, he stayed there, bleeding the blood of the stars and hiding in his prison, his shame crystallizing in such a particular way as to make sure that nobody would ever be able to lay their eyes on him again. And so there he remains, of his own accord. A chrysalis. ADDENDUM 6284.3: Employee Complaint Junior Researcher Franklin Ergot launched a formal complaint on 12/2/2022 regarding what he believed to be a missing Foundation employee. While his claim was investigated multiple times, no inconsistencies in employee attendance were identified. Despite this clarification, Ergot denied the given proof and insisted that there was a "hole where Daniel used to be" in the minds of Site-22's staff. This pattern of behavior continued despite multiple meetings and threats of demotion, culminating in Ergot suffering a psychotic episode after engaging in an argument with a colleague in the cafeteria. Ergot was then subdued and taken to the infirmary for evaluation. While this is currently assumed to be unrelated to SCP-6284, this information remains in this file at the insistence of Researcher Dalloway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6284" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6284. 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: thewall Author: Quicksilvers License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Footnotes 1. For more information regarding logical fallacies, please contact the Department of Metaphysics, the Counterconceptual Department, the Department of Miscommunications, or the Department of Unreality in conjunction with the Surrealistics Department. 2. Head of Parapsychological Abstractisms and Sub-Cognitive Logic within the Surrealistics Department. 3. Technicians are currently attempting to resolve the defunct programming that allowed for an empty employee slot within Site-22's active roster. 4. A Foundation-standard airlock system. 5. It was actually their blood.
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Public health guidance is also to advise a 500m exclusion zone to the sea-facing edge of the cliffs under reasoning of risk of rock fall and rough waters. Damage to the White Cliffs of Dover is to be repaired by filling the holes with facsimile material.1 Discolouration is to be treated by bleaching with hydrogen peroxide. Streptococcus mutans Description: SCP-6285 is an anomalous population of Streptococcus mutans and Lactobacillus bacteria. SCP-6285 is not found in a host's saliva, rather the primary habitat of SCP-6285 is in high-salinity droplets on the White Cliffs of Dover in South East England and in the surrounding sea, although small populations have been found on other coastline cliff ranges. SCP-6285 instances additionally contain elevated levels of uranium-235; these have allowed Foundation scientists to date SCP-6285 instances as far back as 3.5 billion years. The White Cliffs of Dover SCP-6285 instances feed on various flora and fauna found on the cliffs and in the surrounding area. During the feeding process, they ferment the sugars found within their food, a process which releases large amounts of lactic acid. This results in the gradual, but significant, erosion of the cliff face. Over a year, this amounts to approximately 22 cm to 30 cm of erosion, typically concentrated in small areas.2 Addendum-6285-001: On 7/12/2021, a diving team researching undersea geology discovered previously undocumented undersea cliffs just off the French coast in the English Channel. Upon further investigation, multiple populations of SCP-6285 were found residing on the cliff face. Additionally, the cliff line was approximately the same shape and size as the White Cliffs of Dover. Addendum-6285-002: Between 20/10/2022 and 8/6/2023, Foundation teams noticed increased concentrations of SCP-6285 instances in an area of around 300m x 110m location along the White Cliffs of Dover, approximately 5km from the western-most end of the cliffs. Additionally, increased discolouration and erosion of the cliffs was noted, up to a rate of 5m a year. Foundation efforts to halt this were ineffective. On the 27/9/2023, an earthquake measuring 7Mw was detected in the English Channel. An evacuation of both the English and French coasts along the channel was conducted, and subsequently, a tsunami wave measuring 20m high hit both coasts.3 Upon the return of Foundation officials to the White Cliffs of Dover, the previously mentioned section with increased erosion had been entirely removed. Addendum-6285-003: On 10/01/2024, a Foundation research ship working on SCP-6285 in the English Channel disappeared from radar and contact was lost. Simultaneously, an earthquake measuring 9Mw was detected in the English Channel.4 Eyewitnesses on the coast claimed that the Channel appeared to "vanish" for a moment, meanwhile a number of ship workers in the Channel at the time claimed to witness a momentary blackout of the sky.5 Searches for the lost ship are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Currently, the Foundation is using resin modified glass ionomer cement, however research is on-going into other possible materials. 2. This rate has been accelerating in recent years. 3. Estimated death toll was 5,000 across both coastlines, with a further 60,000 injured. 4. Estimated death toll was 8,000 across both coastlines, with a further 100,000 injured. 5. Investigations into possible psychoactive effects of SCP-6285 are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6285" by OCuin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6285. 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: Streptococcus_mutans_01 Author: Dominic Byrd-McDevitt License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Streptococcus_mutans_01.jpg Filename: white_cliffs.jpg Name: White Cliffs of Dover 07 Author: Immanuel Giel License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:White_Cliffs_of_Dover_07.JPG
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Item#: 6286 Level6 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: By command of the Overseer Council. Physical contact outside the prevention of an End of World Scenario is strictly forbidden on all accounts. Usage of SCP-6286 will be prohibited unless circumstances are such that complete eradication of human life is guaranteed without intervention. SCP-6286 will remain at the Three Shepherds Church indefinitely. Only qualified Foundation staff who are sufficiently adherent to any Abrahamic faith will be allowed any form of interaction with the anomaly. SCP-6286 is stored in a hermetically sealed level 6 containment locker. The code needed for opening the locker will be provided before an End of World event occurs. This will be acknowledged upon instruction from the O5-Council within 24 hours of the 99942 Apophis asteroid impacting the Earth. SCP-6286 (Jegudiel) housed within the Three Shepherds Church. Description: SCP-6286 is an Arohan1 class Weapon of Mass Salvation. SCP-6286 is a white feather. DNA analysis on loose barbs indicates that SCP-6286 does not belong to any avian genus on Earth. Due to the frailty of SCP-6286, it is being encased within its discovery site to prevent any potential damage. The Foundation sent Agent Naia Arroyo to investigate SCP-6286 as a precautionary measure. While investigating, Agent Arroyo underwent a possession event where she became host to an Abrahamic entity. Agents Hawthorne and Ose were sent to St Peter's Kirk to follow up with Agent Arroyo. Discovery Log Close Log SCP-6286 was discovered in 1994 by Reverend Benjamin Inglis at St Peter's Kirk, Orkney, Scotland. While walking around the building's exterior, SCP-6286 reportedly "floated down from a clear blue sky." St Peters Kirk Event: 05/08/1994 - Interview 6286/1 Close Log Interview Log Foreword: Subject was interviewed inside Three Shepherds Church shortly after the agents arrived. Start Time: 13:27 Rev. Inglis: "I showed her too, you know, um, I showed her to the feather. I placed it on a table and then closed the windows so it wouldn't blow away. I left to speak to one of my parishioners, and when I came back, the young lady was floating, you see, maybe, oh I don't know… one foot from the floor, and uh… her voice, it sounded peculiar as if two people were talking an-" Agent Hawthorne: "… And that's when you fainted?" Rev. Inglis: "Yes, that's correct, but if you had seen such a thing in my position, it would have given you an awful scare." Agent Hawthorne: "I'm sure it would have, anyway, Mr Inglis. How long have you been a member of the cloth?" Rev. Inglis: "Well, as it stands, I have, um, I would say, I think, give or take forty years. Do you need exacts?" Agent Hawthorne: "No, that will do, thank you. Would you say that your faith up to this point has been steadfast? Have you ever been in doubt?" Rev. Inglis: "Well… yes, but haven't we all? I'm sure you have doubts about what you do, Mr Hawthorne. Is this not the case?" Agent Hawthorne: "In a sense, yes, but what I do and what you do are not exactly fair comparisons, are they." Rev. Inglis: "Oh, come now, you would be surprised to know that many similarities can be found in even the most different circumstances." Agent Hawthorne: "You sound like a wise person from a film. Do you often speak like this?" Rev. Inglis: "I understand what you mean, Hawthorne. I am quite the parody, and you are not the first person to tell me this ever." Agent Hawthorne: "If we can just divert a little, what do you think happened with the woman in the other room, the one with the ey-" Rev. Inglis: "The eyes? Well, is there anything I can say? A demon has taken residence in this house of God, a monster. Mr Hawthorne, what would you do if someone covered in eyes entered your home?" Agent Hawthorne: "If it were me, I would probably attack them." Rev. Inglis: "Attack? My dear boy, no, we do not attack. We save. If a denizen from below has captured your friend, then we must save her, no?" Agent Hawthorne: "We plan to leave with Miss Arroyo in one piece. While your help would undoubtedly be invaluable, Reverend, we have our means of sorting this situation." Rev. Inglis: "If you wish, I will not interfere. I trust you and the other young lady know what you are doing?" Agent Hawthorne: "We do indeed, well, Mr Inglis, that concludes this interview. Thank you for your time, and I will be in touch if we need to speak with you again." Rev. Inglis: "That is quite all right. I will not be going anywhere soon, Mr Hawthorne." Agent Hawthorne: "I suggest having a rest. Goodbye for now." Rev. Inglis: "Quite, good day." End Time: 14:01 End Log St Peters Kirk Event: 05/08/1994 - Jegudiel Communication/1 Close Log Interview Log Agent Naia Arroyo had adopted the 'Archangel Jegudiel' identity during this exchange. Start Time: 14:07 Agent Ose: "So, who am I speaking to? It's not Naia. Do you mind telling me who you are?" Agent Arroyo: "I am Jegudiel, Archangel upon high and bearer of God's love. Now, may I know who you are?" Agent Ose: "My name is Sanne Ose, and I am an agent for a threat deterrent organisation." Agent Arroyo: "Oh? Threat deterrent? I must say, the Foundation has gone downhill, hasn't it?" Agent Ose: "So you knew? Why bother asking me then?" Agent Arroyo: "Of course, I knew. How could I not? The Foundation is well-known for its particular ways of dealing with those you call D-Class. Oh yes, we see many crossing our threshold… too many, and I wanted to see if you would lie to me." Agent Ose: "That's not all of us. We don't all hurt people, but we have to do the things we do. We d-" Agent Arroyo: "We die in the dark so you can live in the light. Yes, yes. I've heard all this before, countless times. The Foundation fails to realise that you are not God, and regardless of what your O5 Council wishes to think, this will never be the case." Agent Ose: "Okay, what do you want to hear? I'm sorry?" Agent Arroyo: "Oh, how wonderful, you're sorry, that's just marvellous, right? So many people have died horrific and tragic deaths, and you are sorry. You, Sanne Ose, have completely redeemed the entire Foundation. Good on you. Would you like a medal?" Agent Ose: "Anyway… The feather, do you know anything about it?" Agent Arroyo: "I do. That feather is one of mine, and as much displeasure it brings me, a gift for you to use, and I don't mind if you call it an SCP. I am beyond the contentions of your act of labelling." Agent Ose: "A gift? And why should we accept? Any good reason?" Agent Arroyo: "I see my mistake. I should not have called it a gift. No, I should have called it a lifeline. Hmm, yes, that is a much better way of putting it." Agent Ose: "So this feather is supposed to be a lifeline for what exactly? Is this supposed to be a threat?" Agent Arroyo: "I am the vessel of divine love. I do not make threats. This is a warning that the human race will experience something catastrophic. When this event happens, you will have but one recourse." Agent Ose: "So this little feather is supposed to save us all from certain death?" Agent Arroyo: "To be blunt about it, yes it is, and yes it will, as this feather was a part of me, so is it I, the love of God is in this feather, and God's love will protect you all. If I had my way, I would see the Foundation wiped off the face of the Earth. Fortunately, we are forbidden from doing such things. Take it." Agent Ose: "Giving us a means of protecting ourselves is all good, but it's pretty useless without knowledge on how to use it. How would you suppose we use a feather to save humanity." Agent Arroyo: "Thank you. I was getting to that. When the time comes for you to save your kind, all you need to do is release my feather into the air, and the winds will bring it back to me, and when I have it, I will assure your survival." Agent Ose: "I see one tiny flaw with your instruction. What if you don't get your feather in time? Will we perish?" Agent Arroyo: "I shouldn't worry about that. Being of a divine nature allows us many advantages. You will all be fine if you follow what I said." Agent Ose: "Okay, wait, hang on, if you can do all this, why not just stop it yourself?" Agent Arroyo: "Let me put it this way: I might be the bearer of God's love, but I do not have any love for you, and since the Foundation loves so much to pretend it, God, consider this your one true chance to play the part." End Time: 14:44 End Log Addendum: Agent Naia Arroyo made a full physical recovery after undergoing possession but does not seem to remember the St Peter's Kirk incident in any capacity. Further signs of lingering effects are present but do not seem harmful. Occasionally, from 5-30, multiple eyes will manifest unsystematically on Naia's body. They will observe their surroundings, demonstrating full autonomy. It is not yet known if Agent Arroyo is still harbouring Jegudiel. Agent Arroyo has otherwise been confirmed to be able to work. Still, due to the anomalous effects, she will be temporarily re-allocated to a new job role until the eyes cease manifestation. Instruction of Use: Following O5 notification and sending the locker code, Containment Lead Alice Van Roy will proceed outside with SCP-6286 and let the winds carry SCP-6286, to which it will travel skywards. After this, the Three Shepherds Church will cease all Foundation level functionality. The information in this document is for clearance level 6 staff, or O5 selected individuals only. Failure to comply will result in immediate disciplinary action. Jegudiel Activation Event/6286 [Yasmins Log]. Close Log BEGIN LOG Date and Time: 06/06/2022 - 16:00 Location: Gibraltar, The Rock "This is Senior Field Agent Yasmin Dada reporting for my holiday, I guess, and I thought I would be worked down to my bare bones here. I guess I will keep tabs on my break for posteriority's sake. So first on my itinerary are a guided tour, a dolphin-watching cruise, and a look around a museum. Well, I guess that's it for now, but I'll keep you posted. Who am I kidding? No one else is going to listen to this. Oh well, laters!" Date and Time: 07/06/2022 - 8:59 "Ugh…It is literally, like…" Turns to look at the clock. "It is nine in the morning, and I swear it's five hundred degrees outside…" Checks her Phone. "Well, twenty-two, but who's counting, not me, that's for damn sure… god, um, okay, so I'm going to make myself presentable, I guess, I dunno, be back in thirty minutes or something…" "So, apparently, the showers, boiling or freezing cold, that's your two options; fantastic, well that is already one thing I miss about Site-70; at least we have working showers." Silence for ten minutes. "Just meeting up with a walking tour now, where- is that a monkey? … anyway, since Gibraltar is so small, we can cover most of the peninsula before the end of the da… I thought it was! … sorry, what's it doing in the middle of the city? This might be the tour, I think?" "It was indeed the tour; some nice folks and the tour guides were pretty. You didn't hear it from me, though, and I'll return when something happens. See you." "Whew, I can't remember ever wa-walking this much before, jeez…. yeah yeah, hang on, I'm coming…so, apparently Gibraltar's Location has, sh-… has made it one of the most densely populated cities in Europe… oh god, stop… I need a rest.." Stumbles onto an empty bench, leaning back against a wall. "Fine, just go and leave me…. not like I care…" Two minutes of Silence. "Considering what I do for a living, I'm surprised I'm not fitter; I need to hit the gym more, I think… well, that's time I'm not getting back." Date and Time: 08/06/2022 - 13:00 "One Pilot Whale, check… three Striped Dolphin, check… and four Bottlenose Dolphin, check… five Bottlenose Dolphin, double check. I must say, all in all, I am shocked by my luck. Going back and forth from either side of the boat, I have seen different animals and dolphins each time. I also discovered that Pilot Whales are also Dolphins and Orcas, and I did not know that. My time at Site-70 is kept rather dry. Shame. I might request some maritime work when I get back." Gripping onto the boat railing and looking into the water. "Oh god…I think… I think I'm" 5 minutes of Silence. "Ha ha~ Yeah, I'm fine, thank you, just a bit seasick, no, really, I'm good~" Pulls herself away from the side and slumps back against the railings. "Agghh, so embarrassing. Now, there is certainly no way I'm letting anyone else hear this. How long will it be until we hit land again? Thirty minutes? Oh, goody…" "Okay, so I am feeling much better. I just got ice cream and a cinnamon roll. I felt like death warmed up on that boat; as soon as the dolphins stopped jumping, I took notice of the water and the moving of the boat. I won't be doing that again, but it was fun. I can't complain; it's not too much anyway. Hmm. Checks schedule.// "Ahh, okay, so it is the museum tomorrow. Awesome. After that, I think I will relax at the pool or the beach. I met a nice couple during ping pong, might hang around with them, he, well that's me done for the day, I'm..Takes another bite of her ice cream. "Ahm gonna hedge bach to da ho mel, see ya!" Date and Time: 09/06/2022 - 14:30 Agent Dada: "Hey again, it's pretty neat just inside the Gibraltar National Museum. There's a room with a scale model of The Rock." The sounds of people panicking are heard in the background. Yasmin runs outside to an empty street with abandoned cars as she looks at the sky. Agent Dada: "Director, this is Agent Dada reporting from Gibraltar; an asteroid is about to impact the Earth." Director Phillips: "Everything is under control, Agent Dada, please stand by and keep calm" Agent Dada: "Okay, Director, I hope you're right…" Yasmin clutches the cross around her neck and kisses it. "God, please, please save us…" Golden light pours forth from the sky and paints the ground and cars a warm hue. "Huh! What…" The light continues to increase, getting brighter and denser. "It… It can't be… can it… Is this happening?" The asteroid is enveloped entirely in gold light. "Are we saved?" The light dissipates after seven seconds. Moments after usage of SCP-6286 to avert an XK-Class End of the World Scenario. "Thank you… it's beautiful." Footnotes 1. Anomaly the Foundation uses to prevent the End of the World.
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Item #: SCP-6287 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ('City Slickers') has been dispatched to investigate SCP-6287's disappearance, and report all findings to Lead Researcher Gus McGinley. Description: SCP-6287 is the small town of Littleton, New Jersey, following an anomalous occurrence on 7 June, 2002. At approximately 0300 EST, SCP-6287, along with all 730 residents, spontaneously vanished without a trace. Thus far, the Foundation has discovered no evidence of any dimensional abnormalities possibly accounting for the city's disappearance, and the current status of SCP-6287 and its occupants remains unknown. Update: On 10 June, 2002, Foundation Agent Lyle Putt was dispatched to survey the area formerly occupied by SCP-6287. At 1730 EST, Putt reported hearing what he described as a loud crunching sound, and after several seconds of silence, became hysterical. Analysis of structural debris recovered from Agent Putt's right boot was confirmed to match that of SCP-6287, which had evidently been reduced to an area of roughly ~5 cm². The impact resulted in the deaths of at least 600 of the town's inhabitants, and efforts to assist survivors proved unsuccessful, with complications arising due to their reduced stature. Following this incident, SCP-6287 is currently pending reclassification as Neutralized. Agent Putt faced no disciplinary action, instead receiving six months paid leave, as well as a referral to a Foundation counsellor. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6287" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6287. 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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close Info X SCP-6288: Methuselah's Grove Author: Pinoccappuccino Image: "Methuselah.jpeg by Richard Droker. "SCP-6000-α_pollen.jpeg" by Owen Crankshaw for Electron Microscopy & Spectroscopy. "SCP-6000-α_sap.jpeg" by Peter Massas. Research and phrasing cited from Wikipedia: Broca's area Bristlecone pine Brodmann area Methuselah (tree) Pinus longaeva Additional sources: The National Geographic Magazine (March 1958), "Bristlecone Pine, Oldest Known Living Thing" by Edward P. Schulman with photography by Robert Moore "Biographical Portrait EDWARD P. SCHULMAN (1908-1958)" by Thomas J. Straka "Remembering Tom Harlan" by Erica Bigio of the University of Arizona, Laboratory of Tree-Ring Research The arc words of "can't think what you think" to describe SCP-6288's foreign viewpoints was inspired from a verse from Kirby - Vs Marx With Lyrics - By Man on the Internet (I was jamming to this around the time of writing.) Item#: 6288 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Area-6288 Procedures Due to exorbitant efforts and resources that would be required to discreetly relocate all specimens, as well as substantial disruption to the local ecosystem that may arise, SCP-6288 are to remain at the location of discovery, designated Area-6288. Existence of Area-6288 is public knowledge, but the true location and nature of the grove remains confidential. Using Cover Stories USFS.3.2 "Protected Dendrochronology Site" and SCPDD.12.1 "Counterfeit Attraction," a section of the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest (Decoy-6288) is publicly misidentified as "Methuselah Grove" in media and by personnel. Site-6288, operating clandestinely as the Schulman Grove Visitor Center, is the center of SCP-6288 research and disinformation of visitors. Legally, the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest is a protected area under the jurisdiction of the United States Forest Service. The USFS currently permits civilian access to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest from mid-May through the end of November, weather permitting. On-Site Task Force Roosevelt-Inyo "Bristlecone Campers" consists of undercover agents embedded in the USFS. All members of OTF Roosevelt-Inyo are tasked with asserting Foundation influence and restricting visitors under the guise of safety measures. Research staff operates in Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest (and by extension, Area-6288) under the front organization of the South California Peaks Research Group. Researchers are to attempt discretion when traversing both restricted paths to Area-6288. Civilians attesting knowledge of Area-6288 or the linking paths are to be discouraged and/or amnesticized when necessary. Staff entering Area-6288 must wear either preapproved wardrobe or uniforms provided at the check-in stations. Staff leaving Area-6288 are expected to utilize one of the tarpaulin decontamination booths provided, change clothes, and subject themselves to decontamination spray. Staff caught disregarding these measures will be reprimanded accordingly by their immediate supervisor. Outposts Central and South are to be attended at all hours through alternating shifts. Outpost North must be attended in the event of any civilians located north on White Mountain Road. Watchmen of Outposts North and South are to catalogue the arrival and departure of all vehicles. All Outposts are equipped with communal housing and supplies for OTF Roosevelt-Inyo members. (See Area-6288 Outpost Timetable - Summer 2021 for shift schedules.) Each instance bears at least one (1) plastic ribbon labeled with their individual designation. Ribbon tape is color coded red to blue by age range. Bio Site-103 Procedures Eleven (11) instances of SCP-6288 are located in two separate aboveground enclosures (Enclosure 6288a and Enclosure 6288b) at Biological Containment Site-103. All instances are to be provided the resources and fauna necessary to function. Access to the enclosures are only intended through a single entrance via decontamination chamber, and only to permitted personnel. Walls of enclosures are lined with barbed wire and under closed circuit monitoring. Circumvention of the decontamination chamber will be dealt with accordingly. In Enclosure 6288a, SCP-6288-78 and SCP-6288-79 are isolated. Control group reserved for the intention observing an SCP-6288 society of two members. Personnel in Enclosure 6288a are prohibited from utilizing speech in the presence of instances; mute personnel with >70 WPM recommended. In Enclosure 6288b, SCP-6288-228 and six (6) SCP-6288 saplings are isolated. Control group reserved for the dual intention of observing natural growth of SCP-6288, and the welfare of an SCP-6288 instance isolated from SCP-6288 society. Level 2/6288 or above personnel are allowed and encouraged to spend break time with SCP-6288-228 to maintain subject's mental health. Description: SCP-6288 is the collective designation for an anomalous subspecies of bristlecone pines (Pinus longaeva schulmanii) endemic to the White Mountains in Inyo County, California. SCP-6288's physiology is largely identical to the Great Basin bristlecone pine, but possesses and is distinguished by several anomalous properties. As of 5/25/2021, there are 287 instances of SCP-6288 contained by the SCP Foundation. SCP-6288's properties are attributed to a series of biological components collectively designated as SCP-6288-α. SCP-6288-α pollen, sap, and resin is considered a biohazard for how it affects the body of most members within the kingdom Animalia. Inhalation or consumption of SCP-6288-α results in fast-acting effects on the organism's brain functions. Affected individuals (classified as SCP-6288-β) exhibit deviations in behaviors, adopting coordinated interactions with and between SCP-6288. Dissipation of SCP-6288-α from the body has shown no lasting damage upon former SCP-6288-β. SCP-6288 are a sapient and social plant species. SCP-6288 transmit units of cultural information through transmission of SCP-6288-α to SCP-6288-β. SCP-6288-β physically interact with SCP-6288 to convey messages, either communicating directly or passing along other SCP-6288-β.1 Introduction of SCP-6288-α to humans has shown an affinity to language and verbal communication. SCP-6288 have been know to communicate with human SCP-6288-β with three different languages, and use of simple gestures is occasionally observed. SCP-6288-β humans retain consciousness during infection, and memory of transmitted information. The documents included immediately below provide a more in depth description of SCP-6288. Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3 "SCP-6288 Biology" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3.1 "SCP-6288-α Biohazard Report" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Eco.2 "SCP-6288 Ecology" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Soc.5 "SCP-6288 Sociology" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3 SCP-6288 are a medium sized coniferous tree species near identical to the Great Basin bristlecone pine2 to which it has been classified as a subspecies.3 SCP-6288-1 "Methuselah", type specimen and oldest extant SCP-6288 in containment. Photographed by Researcher Droker. Click to enlarge. Adult SCP-6288 reach 5 to 12 m (16.4-39.3 ft.) in height, growing thick trunks between 2.4 to 3.6 m (7.8-11.8 ft.) in diameter. SCP-6288's bark is thin and flaky, commonly described as bright orange-yellow in coloration, greying near the roots. Needles grow in fascicles of five, growing 3 cm (1.2 in.) on average. The outer face ranges in color from deep green to blue-green. The stomata is confined to a bright yellow band on the inner surfaces of the needles. Sharing the trait with other species in Pinus subsect. Balfourianae, the needles show the longest persistence of any plant, with some remaining green for 45 years. SCP-6288 produces ovoid-cylindrical cones yearlong, the overwhelming majority of which are male. No seasonal pattern has been linked to production of female cones. Contrary to sexual dimorphism seen in all other conifers, the SCP-6288's male microstrobilus are larger than the female megastrobilus. Immature cones are colored purple and green respectively, both ripening orange-buff with numerous thin, fragile scales. Each scale possesses a single bristle-like spine 2 to 5 mm (.08-.2 in.) long. Male cones are 7 to 11 cm (2.75-4.3 in.) long and 3.5 to 4.5 cm (1.4-1.8 in.) broad. The most notable properties of SCP-6288 male cones aside from their size are their potency and persistence: the cones, upon reaching 14 months of age, begin producing and dispersing large quantities of pollen. The cones remain on the branch for lengthy periods of time, up to eight years at a time. Production is largely constant throughout all seasons, with an average pollen count of 47. SCP-6288 pollen (classified as SCP-6288-α) serves the function as a gamete, but when inhaled by humans or animal life, SCP-6288-α pollen induces behavioral and neurological changes while in the organism's system. Similar properties are found in SCP-6288's sap and resins. (See Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3.1 for further detail.) Female cones average 8 cm (3.1 in.) long and 4 cm (1.6 in.) broad when closed. When 16 months old, the cones open up to 6.2 cm (2.4 in.) broad, releasing the seeds immediately after opening. The seeds are 5 mm (2 in.) long, with a 12 to 22 mm (.47 to .86 in.) wing; they are mostly dispersed by the wind, but some are also dispersed by Clark's nutcrackers. SCP-6288 egg cells do not possess any anomalous properties aside from the perpetuation of the species. Of the eight (8) saplings that have germinated in the Foundation's custody, two (2) have artificially matured to the point of exhibiting anomalous properties. (See Ⅳ-Document Crosstest/224/6288 for detail of experiment.) SCP-6288's wood possesses several chemical properties, further defining the Pinus longaeva subspecies. The vascular tissue is electrically excitable, interacting between cells through the species' lignin.4 Both types of vascular tissues are capable of transmission; the xylem5 is notably more conductive than the phloem.6 SCP-6288 lignin possess an above average amount of sinapyl units7 in comparison to other member of the subgenus P. Strobus. It is currently assumed that the vascular tissue functions in what is comparable to neural tissue in humans. Due to this attribute, SCP-6288 are sentient and sapient. The mental development of SCP-6288 lasts for a period of approximately 800 to 1,100 years of age, ending when sapience is achieved, signified by the exhibition of the SCP-6288-α anomalous properties and association with other SCP-6288. (See Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Soc.5 for further detail.) Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3.1 THIS LEVEL 4 DOCUMENT REGARDS SCP-6288-α, WHICH HAS BEEN MARKED AS THE FOLLOWING: Class-Ⅲ Biohazard M - Multiple Vectors Class-Ⅰ Gustatory Cognitohazard (reassessment pending) Class-Ⅰ Olfactory Cognitohazard (reassessment pending) SCP-6288-α is the group designation of biological matter from SCP-6288-α (Pinus longaeva schulmanii) exhibiting anomalous phenomena. SCP-6288-α consists of the organism's pollen, sap, and resin. SCP-6288-α is a vector that possesses unexplained memetic values (value ψ) that transmit from the vector to the receiving organism (SCP-6288-β) via the absorption of a sufficient quantity of SCP-6288-α by mucosal tissue in the lungs and stomach. Following absorption, neural stimuli transmit ψ through SCP-6288-b's nervous system to the brain, targeting the cerebellum. ψ instructs the cerebellum in executing a series of motor functions, specifically locomotion and/or vocalizations. Most notably, ψ is able to utilize speech and language in Homo sapiens instances of SCP-6288-β. All neurological studies have shown that speech directed from ψ have been produced without active stimulation of Broca's region.8 SCP-6288-α has only been known to affect organisms within the clade Nephrozoa, as the criteria to become an SCP-6288-β requires a brain, nervous system, and musculature system in order for the transmission and effective execution of ψ. Cut on SCP-6288-21 bleeding sap. Photographed by Researcher Massas. Pollen Pollen is the primary form of SCP-6288-α introduced to the body, due to transmission as aerosol particulates. In pollen, ψ "decays", gradually vanishing from SCP-6288-α with a variable half-life; depending on creation ψ can last in SCP-6288 pollen for a period of approximately five (5) minutes to three (3) months As a gamete, the pollen is fully capable of inseminating SCP-6288 egg cells. The only anomalous phenomena caused by this process is the germination of new SCP-6288. Resin/Sap SCP-6288's organic fluids grant SCP-6288-α the ability to exist as both a viscous liquid, or a coagulated or fossilized solid. SCP-6288-α cannot exist in a gaseous state, as the burning, boiling, evaporation, and vaporization of SCP-6288 resin or sap results in the destruction of ψ. In fluid, ψ exists for prolonged periods of time, as an event of ψ's expiration has not been found. There is sufficient evidence for rapid fossilization, as well as for a prolonged transmission of ψ which continuously maintained an SCP-6288-β instance for as long as three years. (See Incident 6288-Dote and related documents for further detail.) Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Eco.2 SCP-6288 (Pinus longaeva schumanii) is a subspecies of bristlecone pine endemic to the higher ranges in the White Mountains of Inyo County, southern California, United States. SCP-6288 is only known to exist in a regional gap between two mountains, designated Area-6288. Due to the average inaccessibility of Area-6288 and similar habitats, information on the species' presence in other locations is unconfirmed, and the plausibility of there being undiscovered SCP-6288 populations is irrefutable. As bristlecone pines are protected in a number of areas owned by the United States federal government, including the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest, SCP-6288 are covered by protection laws that prohibit the cutting or gathering of wood, in addition to the SCP Foundation's third tenet. SCP-6288 is a "vigorous" primary succession species, growing quickly on new open ground. Similar to the main Pinus longaeva species, SCP-6288 is a "poor competitor" in good soils, and does best in harsh terrain. The trees grows in large open stands, sharing its habitat with P. longaeva, as well as P. flexilis (limber pine), a similarly long-lived high-elevation species. The trees generally do not form closed canopies, usually covering only 15-50%. Clark's nutcrackers (Nucifraga columbiana), known to pluck P. longaeva seeds out of the opening cones, act similarly with SCP-6288 when not under the influence of SCP-6288-α. The nutcrackers use the seeds as a food resource, storing many for later use in the ground, and some of these stored seeds are not used and are able to grow into new plants. Due to the scarcity of seeds produced by SCP-6288, SCP-6288-β are commonly used to sow the seeds to ensure germination. SCP-6288 is extremely vulnerable to fire, and is damaged by even low-intensity burns. The resinous bark is capable of igniting quickly, and a crown fire will almost certainly kill the tree. However, populations of SCP-6288 are known to be extremely resilient, and as a primary succession species, it is believed that populations could easily reestablish itself quickly after a fire. Large-scale fires are extremely uncommon where the species grows, and are not a major factor in the species' long-term viability; testimony and physical evidence indicates that Area-6288 was last subjected to wildfire in the 18th century. Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Soc.5 SCP-6288 society consists of a gerontocratic and academic tribe with little to no ethnic division, and acquire culture through the learning processes of enculturation and socialization. Socialization is central to their culture, as well as a striving for knowledge and external stimuli. SCP-6288 near-constantly partake in conversations with one another, holding factual or philosophical discussions about a myriad topics including; the history of the grove, observation of their habitat, astronomy, community or individual health, local fauna and flora, and human culture. Traits of curiosity, tolerability, and alternative thinking is highly encouraged, with the entirety of SCP-6288 exhibiting all of said traits to some extent. Isolation from other SCP-6288 is considered unorthodox but is not condemned, as the few exceptions of highly-introverted SCP-6288 that exist remain respected by the other instances. SCP-6288 commonly show mild compassion for most animal life, due to their requirement for SCP-6288-β, but are largely apathetic to an individual due to the relatively short lifespans seen in them. In contrast, SCP-6288 are highly compassionate for other pine trees and, in nearly all cases, humans. It is currently believed that the latter is due to humans being the first animal life that SCP-6288 has encountered that possesses behavior roughly comparable to them in spite of the dissonance in life spans. Due to their affinity to academia, the experience and knowledge held by elder SCP-6288 is associated with reverence by younger trees. This gerontolatry roughly follows a seniority-based hierarchy, with the eldest in the grove often being sought for consultancy, appraisal, and sharing of information. The eldest SCP-6288 exercise little jurisdictive power over other SCP-6288 aside from advice and courses of education. The younger generations of SCP-6288 are commonly tasked with raising the newest generation of SCP-6288. Adolescent SCP-6288 commonly look to elders for guidance, but some instances have shown disregard towards elders and feelings of intellectual independence. This behavior is corrected passively, with elders insinuating that it is not uncommon in adolescence. One prominent cultural practice for SCP-6288 is to disperse SCP-6288-α to adjacent saplings that have not yet manifested anomalous properties. This behavior is comparable to the human practice of auditory stimulation during prenatal development, but it is unknown how this impacts SCP-6288 development, if it does. SCP-6288 possess a notable proficiency towards language, as the species utilize and possibly constructed modal form of communication conveyed though physical interactions from SCP-6288-β. SCP-6288 has also learned three languages constructed by humans: upon discovery, SCP-6288 initially spoke in a then-unidentified Uto-Aztecan language later determined to be a dialect of the indigenous Mono people. While in containment, SCP-6288 has been taught English and Spanish in addition to Mono. History: SCP-6288 was discovered in June 1957 by civilian dendrochronologists Edmund Schulman and Tom Harlan. Schulman and Harlan, both from the Laboratory of Tree-Ring Research at the University of Arizona, were on expedition in Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest to acquire core samples from the bristlecone pines in the White Mountains. Incident 6288-Acre For the rest of 1957, Schulman forwarded his findings on SCP-6288 to the Laboratory of Tree-Ring Research over the course of several months. In missives, Schulman conservatively described SCP-6288-α's effects as "hallucinogenic", omitting more extranormal details found in his notes from the time. Starting 1958, assets of the SCP Foundation were notified of SCP-6288 as a potential anomaly by the University of Arizona's president, Richard Harvill. In response, a joint detachment of Mobile Task Forces Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" and Theta-4 "Gardeners" was dispatched. Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest was secured on January 5th, 1958, and provisionally designated UE-205776. Schulman and Harlan were detained as E-Class personnel and held at their homes for their exposure to SCP-6288. Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL001E Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL002E Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL001E Date: 01/06/1958 Interviewer: Dr. Markus A. Weston; Department of Botany, SCP Foundation Interviewed: Mr. Thomas P. Harlan; College of Science, University of Arizona Preface: Questioning E-Class subject for information on pending SCP object and exposure to potential biohazard(s). Primary Directive: Acquire information on civilian's experience with the anomaly. Secondary Directive: Access possible psychological/behavioral impairment from exposure to the anomaly. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Weston: The tape is rolling. My name is Markus Weston, and I am with the Forest Service. Sir, state your name for the record. [0:00:07] - Mr. Harlan: Thomas Harlan. "Tom" for short. Has been for twenty-two years now. [0:00:11] - Dr. Weston: Am I correct to assume that you, Mr. Harlan, are currently attending the university in Tucson, Arizona? [0:00:16] - Mr. Harlan: You're right. I arrived in '56. [0:00:18] - Dr. Weston: Yes; it says here with an undergraduate anthropology degree from Texas Tech. Is it also correct that you are working under a Dr. Edmund P. Schulman? [0:00:27] - Mr. Harlan: Yes. I started last summer. [0:00:29] - Dr. Weston: What has Dr. Schulman commissioned you for? [0:00:32] - Mr. Harlan: Assisting him in field work. We've dated hundreds of pine trees throughout the Sierra Nevada together. [0:00:37] - Dr. Weston: So this work led you to locations such as the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest? [0:00:41] - Mr. Harlan: Yeah, we- we certainly spent a lot of time there. [0:00:45] - Dr. Weston: What brought you and your professor to the forest? [0:00:48] - Mr. Harlan: He found a lead from some samples of bristlecone trunks from a park ranger, Alvin something. They were brought in five years ago, and they were half General Sherman's age.9 Ed thought it was a good spot to get records of, and that we might find even older pines there. [0:00:52] - Dr. Weston: Was Schulman correct in that last assumption? [0:00:54] - Mr. Harlan: He sure was. He found a whole new half of the forest, completely off the trail. He was eager to go check it out, and told me to go find him if he didn't come back. I never had to, as Ed came running back with a core sample like he was a kid on Christmas. When he rested it on the table and we counted the core, it turned out to be just as old as Sherman; even more so. [0:01:11] - Dr. Weston: And he found more trees in that age range? [0:01:13] - Mr. Harlan: He started calling it "Methuselah's Grove", because every tree there was older than Methuselah. After he found that grove, I was unofficially left with the west half of the forest, while he went and took the east half. I almost thought he wanted a competition going on, but by the time I finished drawing samples from the southwestern trees, everything was like an assembly line. [0:01:31] - Dr. Weston: An assembly line? [0:01:32] - Mr. Harlan: Mhm. For that entire second week, I'd wake up to start counting tree rings and note every double that was caused by droughts. Ed went back down to his pines with his auger, recording trees and making his own map of the forest. By evening, Ed would come in with another load of growth cores in his arms for us to do our things again in the morning. [0:001:50] - Dr. Weston: Would it always be that way? [0:001:51] - Mr. Harlan: No, we found some reprieve from it. We first flew back to UA with the research once Ed realized he missed two Sunday masses in a row. The only thing that keeps that man from church is when he ties himself up in his work. And boy, his work must've spit in God's face when our second camping trip with the bristlecones took up the rest of July and well into August. So it was, the last six months consisting of on-again/off-again work trips to the White Mountains. Part of me is glad with being out there in nature, away from all the squabbling between McFarland and Goldwater. Another part of me is tired of missing the Wildcats for sitting and counting tree-rings. [0:02:31] - Dr. Weston: You said Dr. Schulman doesn't often miss attendance in church, only when he is preoccupied by his job. Have you noticed any other differences in his behavior relating to your work in the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest? [0:02:44] - Mr. Harlan: Yeah. When we went back to the forest, he was… distant. [0:02:47] - Dr. Weston: Distant? [0:02:48] - Mr. Harlan: Distant. In most senses of the word. While I kept by the campsite, Ed started pitching tent in the grove, sleeping with the trees. Wouldn't sleep much from what I could tell, and I'm not sure the soil is just to blame. As we began studying the groves and how they related with their environment — I know being on opposite halves of the forest would of course put distance between us, it covers more ground that way — but it still felt to me that Ed was being more reclusive than he should be. [0:03:14] - Mr. Harlan: I tried to bridge this gap, but I could never really approach him when he was down there. Whenever I checked in on him, even from a distance I could tell he was a little… airy. (pause) Look, Dr. Weston, sir. I'm majoring in anthropology, not psychology. I don't want to paint Ed as crazy when he's not, when he could just be going through some midlife crises or other. [0:03:39] - Dr. Weston: Mr. Harlan, I appreciate your loyalty to your professor, but may I remind you that your concerns do matter. If you have any doubts or concerns bearing the wellbeing of Schulman, yourself, or others, I am willing to hear you out. [0:03:53] - Mr. Harlan: Thanks, Doc. You're a park ranger, alright. But I'm not a kid any more. (clears throat) [0:04:00] - Mr. Harlan: When I got concerned over how much he went off doing his own thing, I went down there one day to talk to him about it. At least, I hoped I would; I couldn't think of what to say to him. I couldn't even decide upon a hello, as different ways to say it kept popping in my mind. By the time I got within ear range of him, I found him saying something in front of a tree that was… just a bunch of babbles. When I first heard it, I thought he had a heat stroke or something, so I called out to him. I startled him a bit, he acknowledged me in English like nothing happened, and after I backpedaled out of there, we never mentioned it to each other again. Looking back on it afterwards, I began to think it must've been Indian language, Hopi or the like. But Ed knows only English and some Spanish; that's it. [0:04:50] - Dr. Weston: Did you ever witness Schulman speak Hopi after that event? [0:04:52] - Mr. Harlan: Maybe once more? I know I caught him speaking in English a few times after that, but I never confronted him on it again, and I couldn't bring myself to eavesdrop. [0:05:02] - Dr. Weston: Was there any other behavior from Schulman that you found odd? [0:05:05] - Mr. Harlan: There was the last time I went with him, just in December. I was counting another core when I noticed he was at our little outside work station. He was going through were we kept our needles samples and collected pine cones, when he picked out a little square vial that had some powder in it. Without even looking at the label, he uncapped it, and gave it a sniff. He… he smiled, really lit up for a second, and then he patted down his shirt pocket. He usually kept a notepad there, but it wasn't there, so he set the vial on the workbench to go find it. That… that had my curiosity. [0:05:39] - Mr. Harlan: When he was gone, I got up and picked up the bottle to see it for myself. It certainly looked like a pile of pollen alright, and even though the bottle was dated from November, it looked fairly fresh. Next, I uncapped it and held it up to my nose. It smelled like pollen too, but I nearly forgot the scent after what happened next. I heard a voice. It wasn't Ed, it wasn't one of the park rangers, there wasn't anyone around. But I heard a little voice ask me "is the pollen working for you, doctor?" [0:06:09]: (silence) [0:06:13] - Mr. Harlan: Something is with those trees, and I think they're doing something to Edmund. I hope he's okay. Promise me, you guys will check those trees and make sure that the professor is safe, right? [0:06:25] - Dr. Weston: That is our job, Mr. Harlan; to protect. I was fully intending on visiting Dr. Schulman after my talk with you. Should I raise your concerns with him? [0:06:35] - Mr. Harlan: If it will help anyone, yes. End Log - [0:06:42] Closing Statement: Mr. Harlan was labeled low-concern due to limited knowledge of and interaction with SCP-6288, and provided with civilian contacts with Dr. Weston for any further discussions. Dr. Weston departed to Dr. Schulman's residence for interview, including questions concering subjects presented by Harlan. Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL002E Date: 01/06/1958 Interviewer: Dr. Markus A. Weston; Department of Botany, SCP Foundation Interviewed: Dr. Edmund P. Schulman; College of Science, University of Arizona Preface: Questioning E-Class subject for information on pending SCP object and exposure to potential biohazard(s). Primary Directive: Acquire information on civilian's experience with the anomaly. Secondary Directive: Access possible psychological/behavioral impairment from exposure to the anomaly. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Weston: The tape is rolling. I am Dr. Markus Weston, of the U.S. Forest Service. Please state your name for the record. [0:00:06] - Dr. Schulman: Dr. Edmund Schulman. Born the nineteenth of July, back in '08. [0:00:10] - Dr. Weston: Good. Now, am I correct to assume that you, Dr. Schulman, are currently a faculty member at the university in Tucson, Arizona? [0:00:16] - Dr. Schulman: Yes sir, I have been for about twelve or thirteen years now. In Science's Tree-Ring Lab. I was Douglass' assistant for a while we founded the lab. [0:00:26] - Dr. Weston: What kind of work do you do in the Tree-Ring Lab? [0:00:30] - Dr. Schulman: We're dendrochronologists. By going around the west United States, drawing core samples, we work on building a record of climate change, fire history, ecology, and whatnot by looking at the local trees that survived and those that didn't. [0:00:44] - Dr. Weston: Have you always been doing this field work while in the research unit? [0:00:47] - Dr. Schulman: Oh, not always. There's paperwork in every science, enough to eat up weeks of your time getting holed up indoors, and it was common for the veteran students to tutor the newer members of the lab. After going to Harvard and getting my M.A. and Ph.D, my seniority freed up some more time to do the dirty work. Nowadays, I try to find a reason to work in the field wherever I reasonably can. [0:01:09] - Dr. Schulman: In that field work, I bored and dated a 860-year-old ponderosa in Bryce Canyon, and a 975-year-old pinyon pine in central Utah. It wasn't until the summer of 1953 that I started identifying pines in the thousands, which was when I got looking in subalpine ranges such as in Inyo National Park and Bald Mountain. [0:01:32] - Dr. Weston: Which is what brought you to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest. [0:01:36] - Dr. Schulman: Ah, yes. For that, I found a lead at the University of California. The one in Los Angeles, I mean. In their inventory, they had core sample from a multistemmed bristlecone pine brought in a decade ago by a forest ranger. The account from the ranger, Alvin Noren, named the source tree "Patriarch" and described it as healthy, and 37 feet around at the base.10 A look at the core showed that Patriarch corroborated that, and when their dendrochronologists dated it, they dated the tree to 1,493 years old. That tree, while it wasn't as old as some of the giant sequoias we've seen, I saw the potential it had to grow older. [0:02:19] - Dr. Schulman: I packed up supplies and headed out to the forest with my assistant, Tom. I invited my colleague, Frits, but he was busy doing his own research over in Inyo. So it was just the two of us, out to uncover the dazzling possibilities of new and fantastically long records of year-by-year rainfall in alpine trees. [0:02:37] - Dr. Weston: What did you do upon arrival in the forest? [0:02:40] - Dr. Schulman: Well, after getting a map of the trail from your rangers, we headed to the trees in the northwest, at the grove that Noren originally found Patriarch. This was back in June, so the forest was just entering pollen season. [0:02:53] - Dr. Weston: Is this grove the one where you found the "Pine Alpha?" [0:02:55] - Dr. Schulman: Oh, no, that wouldn't be until the end of June, when we were in the section of forest around the southeast bends of the trail. While Tom and I were nearing the hill along the grove's edge, I looked over there and — just over the hill — there was another grove of pines in the gap between the next hill over. I called over to Harlan, told him what I found, were I was headed, and if I wasn't back in an hour he was to come bring me back before I got taken by the "ape-men" Monty said he saw the last spring. [0:03:12]: (laughter) [0:03:14] - Dr. Schulman: So, luckily for me, the southern slope of the basin wasn't terribly steep and I found my way down; I like to start with the more sheltered trees, those that are protected from the weather. Halfway down the incline I found a bristlecone that was hearty and releasing pollen like a gentle snow. So, I put my borer back together and got to work. I got the bore aligned and going, but I also kept an eye on the branches. Bristlecones, their canopy starts low, and I needed to careful with all those needles and whatnot at head level; I'm too fond of these glasses. [0:03:46] - Dr. Schulman: When I was looking into the branches, I guess my mind wandered as a thought struck me; "What am I doing to this tree?" I tried to answered myself with the obvious "taking a core sample, so we can find its age," but my words came out as what seemed like nonsense. If you hadn't known I'd been in the sun for the last few hours, you'd think I forgot how to talk getting too caught up in my excitement to count the rings… but don't get me wrong, I was excited! I marched straight back to camp with the core, not even bothering to chart the source's location. And after a few hours of counting (pause) do you know how many rings Tom and I found? [0:04:08] - Dr. Weston: How many? [0:04:09] - Dr. Schulman: Over four thousand, six hundred. Here this living, fertile tree was, and it could very well be a thousand years General Noble or Sherman's senior! It was a Pine Alpha. [0:04:20] - Dr. Weston: You said you forgot to record its location. Did you find it again? [0:04:24] - Dr. Schulman: When we got back to getting samples the next day, it was right where we left it. [0:04:30]: (papers rustling) [0:04:34] - Dr. Weston: Mr. Harlan made a comment that you spent a lot of time collecting cores, and that he was more often then not left counting rings. [0:04:40] - Dr. Schulman: Oh. Well, I might- um- I may have found an excuse to walk between the trees while I work. [0:04:47] - Dr. Weston: That's fine, but Harlan also attested that he caught you talking to the trees on multiple occasions. [0:04:52]: (silence) [0:04:59] - Dr. Weston: Dr. Schulman, my coworkers and I have seen many different plants in our line of work, some of which are things some people would have trouble believing. And surely you know some plants can pose hazards to people. We need you to be honest with me, so we can make sure you are safe. [0:05:17] - Dr. Schulman: (sigh) Yes, I-I've talked to them. But I'm not mad! [0:05:25] - Dr. Weston: I never said you were. Please, explain your reasons. [0:05:28]: (silence) [0:05:33] - Dr. Schulman: I talked to them because they talk back. [0:05:37]: (silence) [0:05:42] - Dr. Weston: Go on. [0:05:43]: (silence) [0:05:46] - Dr. Schulman: When I found Pine Alpha again, another question struck me. Despite knowing why I was there, pen and pad in hand, my mind asked itself what I was doing back there in the first place. I humored it and answered, but I (pause) I didn't answer it in English. [0:06:06] - Dr. Weston: You answered in another language? [0:06:08] - Dr. Schulman: Maybe? I couldn't tell what language I was speaking. All I know is that when I gave an answer, I received a statement in turn; "It has been a long time since we've had visitors." [0:06:21] - Dr. Weston: And by "we", you mean the grove? [0:06:24] - Dr. Schulman: Yes. The other trees were like that. When I approached a new tree, soon enough I began to experience the same things I had with Pine Alpha. I tried asking a question in English, but all I got back was feelings of confusion. [0:06:39] - Dr. Weston: Feelings? The trees are capable of emoting? Voicing emotions? [0:06:44] - Dr. Schulman: Yes, but they can't talk. They're as mute as any other tree. I couldn't hear them with my ears, only as if they were any other thought in my mind. And I'm sure they hear me differently as well. As I kept "listening" and writing what I "heard," I began to notice patterns. There was always wildlife in the trees. When I spoke, a woodpecker would peck or a bark beetle would have a go at long dead branch." [0:07:13] - Dr. Weston: The woodpeckers; do you think they were utilizing Morse code or something similar? [0:07:18] - Dr. Schulman: It wasn't always woodpeckers, but from what I could tell, no. But if a parrot can talk, and after what I've seen in the grove, I wouldn't put it above them. From what I saw, I saw a sort of symbiosis between the trees and animals. I'll admit that at first, I started to wonder if they were psychic. (laugh) [0:07:37] - Dr. Weston: I would've done thought the same. (papers rustling) In your papers with the University, you downplayed your conversations as "hallucinations brought on by the pollen." I understand your refrain from discussing your truth with your colleagues, but is there authenticity to that statement? About the pollen's properties, I mean. [0:07:59] - Dr. Schulman: I'm not sure if they're hallucinations exactly, but I am sure that the pollen is the key to this. I started to realize, even when months went by, they kept producing pollen. Have you seen them? It's mid winter, and its still going strong. If I was too far from a tree or upwind from it, I couldn't hear them. It was where I couldn't smell the pollen. [0:08:20] - Dr. Weston: Noted. Would have taken me a while for me to correlate the two. (pause) Ah. Concerning what Mr. Harlan heard, it seems as if most of it was in English. You were trying to teach the trees English, I assume? [0:08:32] - Dr. Schulman: Uh-huh. I started with teaching Pine Alpha the basics, gesturing at what I could; what was man and tree, night and day. I used our words for their branches, their needles, their soil, many things around them, and they began to associate things. When Alpha talked during these exercises, instead of expressing the meanings behind the sentences, they thought of stringing the actual words themselves into sentences. Horrible grammar at first, just gibberish, but it was baby steps. [0:09:00] - Dr. Weston: Has there been significant improvement since you began? [0:09:03] - Dr. Schulman: Yes, yes there has been, and I can remember the day of the biggest breakthrough. It happened when I was walking around one of Alpha's neighbors when I felt an urgent call to stop and be careful. I jolted, stopped, asked it what is was, forgetting that we had different languages. I distinctly remember the image of a rattlesnake in its den pictured in my mind, and instinctually I asked "where?" as I looked at the soil. The tree directed me to turn a little to my right, and there a little ways away was a hole in ground I could've carelessly tripped on. Little did I know then, they understood the question from the context, and I had just taught a tree the word "where." [0:09:43] - Dr. Schulman: The next time I met with Alpha, imagine my surprise when it mentioned an "elder''. Once I heard that? I started asking who, what, and where all before I could before I could remember I hadn't taught Alpha any adverbs yet. I was surprised further when Alpha told me "where" to look. About a hundred paces east, I was guided uphill to a pine that looked half dead. I approached the tree, and before I could say "hello," the elder said "hello." It said it was who I was looking for. It told me how it knew things I taught Alpha. The trees of this grove talked with one another, telling each other what I taught an individual. [0:10:19] - Dr. Weston: That's amazing. [0:10:20] - Dr. Schulman: It sure is. (pause) After that? That's when we learned from each other. [0:10:27] - Dr. Weston: What you learned, did you document them in private? [0:10:31] - Dr. Schulman: Oh, uh, yes. I've kept record of the last six months, it's kept in the study. The rest is in my office at the university. [0:10:40] - Dr. Weston: May we have them to look over? My associates and I would be more than glad to review your findings. [0:10:48] - Dr. Schulman: (pause) Okay. So long as nothing happens to it. [0:10:51] - Dr. Weston: Not at all. The work you've done will save us time from our own study, and we'll be sure to recognize your contribution. We could use a mind like yours for a project like this. [0:11:01] - Dr. Schulman: You could use me? You're not going to put me in a home then? [0:11:06] - Dr. Weston: No, but we just need you to stay here at your house for a while. We'll keep in contact with you and Mr. Harlan. [0:11:12] - Dr. Schulman: And the pines will be protected? [0:11:15] - Dr. Weston: Dr. Schulman, the Forest service is the reason the forest is already a protected area. And you wouldn't know what we'd give to find a tree that can answer our questions back. [0:11:25] - Dr. Schulman: I know it would take a lot. (pause) Do you want to know what's funny about that? The elder, he's the Methuselah of trees, and he's as fluent in English as the average teenager. End Log [0:11:42] Closing Statement: Schulman's documents on SCP-6288 was located and brought in for review. Unsent letters addressed to Dr. Frits W. Went indicate that Schulman intended but never disclosed SCP-6288's true nature with him. Field Agent Allen Roth dispatched to Washington University in St. Louis for discrete questioning of Dr. Went on SCP-6288. Field Agent Garth Attaway dispatched to University of Arizona to retrieve character testimonies of Schulman for comparison to transcript. Records in the United States Forest Service confirm Alvin E. Noren was a registered forest ranger. Noren was reported missing 11/17/1948, last seen 11/15/1948. Two days into house arrest, Schulman suffered a heart attack. Foundation medical personnel were unable to revive, and Schulman was declared dead 1/8/1958 at 15:40 MST. Findings on UE-205776 were forwarded to the SCP Foundation Classification Committee for review. During review, Schulman suffered a fatal heart attack at his Tucson home on January 8th, dying at age 49. Dr. Weston, Researchers Brose and Cullum, and Mr. Harlan were placed into quarantine following. Autopsy of Schulman found no signs of negative impact from SCP-6288-α, and cause of death was attributed to preexisting genetic conditions, leaving Schulman's passing ruled as coincidental. (See Autopsy Report E-6288-2 for further detail.) On January 9th, UE-205776 was redesignated Area-6288, with SCP-6288 catalogued and provided Euclid object class and Green threat level classification.11 Quarantine was lifted, and Dr. Weston was appointed Head of SCP-6288 Research. Schulman's natural death was granted disclosure to news outlets, and Schulman was given private burial at Evergreen Memorial Park on January 10th. Incident 6288-Briar In the weeks prior to his death, Schulman had authored an abridged description of SCP-6288's discovery, coinciding with the pseudofactual account described in his missives with the Laboratory of Tree-Rings. Schulman had also reached out to National Geographic, who had sent W. Robert Moore to document SCP-6288. In March 1958, publications of National Geographic magazine included Schulman's article, accompanied with Moore's photographs, wherein Schulman identified Area-6288 as "Methuselah Walk", and SCP-6288 as "Pine Alpha".12 Embedded agents in the National Geographic Society were unable to notice and intercept article prior to publication before the monthly issue was discontinued. Due to prominence of National Geographic publications and omittance of SCP-6288's anomaly, the O5 Council ruled in favor of clandestinely containing SCP-6288 in compliance with the United States Forest Service in place of rescinding all March 1958 issues from the public. Abridged History of Containment Dr. Thomas Harlan was kept in contacts as a third party contractor for anthropological studies until his formal hiring by the SCP Foundation in 1963. Harlan was added to the SCP-6288 Research Team in 1965 as Dr. Markus Weston's assistant. Weston remained head of SCP-6288 Research until his retirement in 1978, when Harlan was promoted to the position. Provided below is a brief collection of excerpts from notable interactions with SCP-6288. Int.6288.1 03/21/1958 Int.6288.47-48 01/27/1960 Int.6288.106 - 12/02/1973 Doc.Enc.6288a - 11/13/1987 Int.6288.27 10/10/1993 Int.6288.228 - 02/29/2004 Date: 03/21/1958 Interviewer: Dr. Markus A. Weston Interviewed: SCP-6288-1 Translator: D-006279 […] [0:06:07] - SCP-6288-1: About your gatherers. They use the word "Methuselah". It's meaning escapes us. [0:06:14] - Dr. Weston: Oh. It's a name. For you, actually. [0:06:20] - SCP-6288-1: For me? [0:06:21] - Dr. Weston: That's what Schulmann called you, and it caught on with some of us. He named you after the Methuselah of the Bible… er, an old human story. Methuselah lived for almost a thousand years, the longest-life of any man in that story. [0:06:40] - SCP-6288-1: You're willing to lend the name of your eldest to another? [0:06:45] - Dr. Weston: There's not many Methuselahs to confuse you with. And frankly, I think it's easier than calling you six thousand-dash-one. [0:06:54] - SCP-6288-1: (D-006279 coughs) I don't think I'll ever understand your cloud of names. If only if I could think how you think. […] Date: 01/27/1960 Interviewer: Dr. Evan I. Middles Interviewed: SCP-6288-47, SCP-6288-48 Translator: D-006275 Preface: Standard interview of neighboring instances, doubling as exercise in how SCP-6288 share SCP-6288-β. At the time, both instances had poor understanding of English, and prominently misused the past tense. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Middles: Good afternoon, SCP-6288-47. SCP-6288-48. [0:00:08] - SCP-6288-47: Called me "For the Seven". [0:00:10] - Dr. Middles: Yes? [0:00:11] - SCP-6288-48: Called me "The Stone". [0:00:13] - Dr. Middles: Pardon me? [0:00:14] - SCP-6288-48: Elder tree you called Methuselah. Elder tree let grove called elder human name for human gived. For the Seven and The Stone gived human name for human gather. "For, The Seven is by The Stone"13 [0:00:29] - SCP-6288-47: Human gather gived For the Seven and The Stone name to human gived to called. [0:00:33]: (silence) [0:00:37] - Dr. Middles: You… you want me to call you "forty-seven" and "the stone"; am I correct? [0:00:45] - SCP-6288-47: Presized leaf. […] Notes: Events detailed in excerpt of this interview is what was considered the onset of SCP-6288 requesting aliases from staff. Following interview, Dr. Middles requested further English tutorship for both instances. Requested initially denied due to potential to observe the development of a new English dialect. Experiment was abandoned in 1966, and request was granted for reparative measures. Date: 12/02/1973 Interviewer: Dr. Thomas P. Harlan Interviewed: SCP-6288-106 "Oscar the Grouch" Translator: D-010875 Preface: Standard interview of subject. Subject is noted for abrasiveness. […] [0:06:59] - Dr. Harlan: Where did you learn to put things so crass? [0:07:02] - SCP-6288-106: I've had enough of your questions. Leave me be to my birds. [0:07:05] - Dr. Harlan: But you mentioned surviving a fire. Could you give a time frame for when that fire was? [0:07:11] - SCP-6288-106: Long before you started talking. Now go. [0:07:14] - Dr. Harlan: I mean for you to tell me how many summers ago. [0:07:17] - SCP-6288-106: Nope. Off with you two. [0:07:18]: (footsteps) [0:07:20] - D-010875: Shit! Snake! Rattlesnake! [0:07:22] - Dr. Harlan: Just come here; back away from it. [0:07:23]: (footsteps) [0:07:39] - Dr. Harlan: It's sure been nice talking to you, Oscar. [0:07:40]: (birds chirping) [0:07:43] - D-010875: Nasty tree. End Log - [0:07:46] Notes: Impromptu conclusion of interview shows that SCP-6288-α can exhibit aggressive behavior in SCP-6288-β. Staff have been dissuaded from conducting future interviews with SCP-6288-106. Interviews must be approved by the Head of SCP-6288 Research. Date: 11/13/1987 Witness: D-004590 Subjects: SCP-6288-78, SCP-6288-79 Preface: Mute D-Class personnel directed to eavesdrop on subjects and make quick notes of their conversation over a five minute period. The following was transcribed from how the notes were written, errors included. Trees noticed me enter i'm that rare criter to them A tries to recalls last visit B says the circ sun moved 20 times since then where does he go off to B thinks I live in snake hole A thinks that makes sense. bing bongs still think their clocks. b bing bongs 3 times why does he stop moving there anyways (still b) maybe I live here bing bog bong A - no he's never here A remembers it's squirels from yesterday B comments it's tail is loosing its leaves. A agrees. bings. is not enough water? no theres water and others are fine -A b maybe it's stopping A's sure it's moving b forever stoping (dead) squirrel is in leaves A says its fine bing bing B - its a diffrent squr. it's a squirel for f sake. bing bang bong bong now theyre just thinking clock noises at each other. 5 mins up Trees don't notice me leaving. Date: 10/10/1993 Interviewer: Dr. Thomas Harlan Interviewed: SCP-6288-1 "Methuselah" Translator: D-009632 Preface: Standard interview of subject. Conducted by Dr. Harlan in place of Dr. Middles, who was unavailable. […] [0:36:24] - SCP-6288-1: I give my condolences to Middles, and wish him strength to fare the death of his mother. It is always a deep toll upon the grove when it loses one of its members, young or old. [0:36:36] - Dr. Harlan: I assume you had your grieving when your mother passed, if she did. (pause) That's not too of a sensitive subject for you, is it? [0:36:45] - SCP-6288-1: I do not see why I should find offense with what is the way of life. The tree that begot my seed was already long gone before I even met the Mono. Little as the grove was, our hearts bled strongly for her, as your people say. [0:36:57] - Dr. Harlan: Hmm… What about your father? Do you know how the tree that pollenated you and your siblings is faring? [0:37:02]: D-009632 hesitates to respond. [0:37:09] - SCP-6288-1: I'm not sure. I haven't heard from him in many winters. As far as I know, he might have ceased to be as well. [0:37:16] - Dr. Harlan: If there's one rule in life, it's that everything that can think must wish to see their children outlive them. [0:37.23] - SCP-6288-1: (D-009632 coughs) I guess I can think what you think, because I agree that those are words to live by. [0:37:29]: The back of D-009632's hand hits Dr. Harlan's. Harlan takes the hand and shakes it. [0:37:31] - Dr. Harlan: (laughs) You're getting there, with the hand shake. […] Notes: Following this interview, the possibly extant sire of SCP-6288-1 and up to seven other instances was provisionally designated SCP-6288-Enoch. Date: 02/29/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Elliott Interviewed: SCP-6288-228 "Grover" Translator: Jr. Res. Danni Gregor Preface: The day prior, a containment breach caused by a mishandled transfer of SCP-822 resulted in significant damage to the irrigation systems in Bio Site-103's Surface Gardens, namely around Enclosure 6288b. Interview was first interaction between staff and SCP-6288-228 since the incident. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Elliott: Just under the canopy, Danni. [0:00:01] Jr. Res. Gregor nods and walks under SCP-6288-228. [0:00:04] - Dr. Elliott: Grover? Two twenty-eight? [0:00:05] Jr. Res. Gregor runs and hugs Dr. Elliott. [0:00:05] - SCP-6288-228: Dr. Elliott! You're alive! What happened? You had me scared to death! [0:00:07] Dr. Elliott guides Jr. Res. Gregor back under SCP-6288-228. [0:00:07] - Dr. Elliott: I'm so sorry about that. The water lines were damaged, so everything will be fine once we replace what was broken (quietly) after we clean out the cactus. [0:00:15] - SCP-6288-228: That was the pipes drying up? I thought there was an earthquake right beneath us! [0:00:19] - Dr. Elliott: Certainly must've sounded like that. Luckily it just sounded worse than it actually was. [0:00:25] - SCP-6288-228: What if it was worse? (Jr. Res. Gregor sighs) I felt that with my roots, and in that moment, it felt like the end to me. The animals have legs they can run away on, but some of them dropped dead, unable to do anything.14 We don't have legs like the animals, so we're just as dead. (Jr. Res. Gregor starts tearing up) There's nothing I can do to save the saplings. [0:00:50]: Dr. Elliott grabs and holds Jr. Res. Gregor's shoulders. [0:00:52] - Dr. Elliott: Grover, it's okay. The saplings are okay. I don't expect you to run miles when you can't walk. You're a tree, and we understand you're more vulnerable in that sense. That's why we promised to keep you and the saplings protected; remember? Secure, contain, protect? [0:01:10] - SCP-6288-228: You're right, I do. Secure, contain, protect. [0:01:15] - Dr. Elliott: And your promise was to these saplings. You promised to keep them healthy, to further the next generation. We're here to make sure that happens, and to help you along the way. [0:01:23] Jr. Res. Gregor hugs Dr. Elliott. Dr. Elliott returns the embrace. [0:01:26] - SCP-6288-228: Thank you, Chelsea. […] (Please contact RAISA to access the designated archive for full transcripts of SCP-6288 interviews.) Incident 6288-Copse On September 4th, 2008, an arsonist set fire to the Schulman Grove Visitor Center and several bristlecone pines in Decoy-6288. Subterranean Site-6288 and its contents were undamaged, but the building and all public exhibits within were destroyed. Actions to rebuild the center began the next day, and Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest was closed to the public for two years until reconstruction was complete. The perpetrator, identified as James Betz Sr, 35, was detained by OTF Roosevelt-Inyo and indoctrinated into the SCP Foundation as D-015699. Site-6288's fire protocols were revised. Incident 6288-Dote At 5:46 MST on February 28th, 2013, Inyo-12 Dorothy Methers, the then active watchman of Outpost Central, reported the sound of several gunshots heard from southern Area-6288. Radio dispatches accounted the location for all members of OTF Roosevelt-Inyo aside from Inyo-5 Klyde Patricks, as well as uncovering the absence of Dr. Harlan. Three OTF members were dispatched to investigate the disruption and locate the missing personnel. Attempts at locating the source with the assistance of SCP-6288 was ineffective, as no directions were provided. Comments from SCP-6288-148 seemed to indicate that they were ordered not to assist in the search under the orders of SCP-6288-1. Roosevelt-Inyo advanced to SCP-6288-1's location, where Dr. Harlan was found in possession of Agent Patricks' body. Patricks was deceased upon arrival, possessing three bullet wounds caused by Harlan's pistol. Harlan refused to comply with Roosevelt-Inyo's orders, and defied detainment by jumping off the hillside. Dr. Harlan suffered severe fatal injuries on the rocky terrain, and Roosevelt-Inyo declared him dead on scene at 6:02 MST. Autopsy of Harlan confirmed the cause of death as a hemotoma caused by severe trauma to the parietal skull. Investigation of a bruised lung led to the discovery of a film of fossilized SCP-6288-α fixed to the mucosa of Harlan's trachea. The means of how SCP-6288 resin rapidly fossilized within Harlan's lifetime is not understood. Consumption of the SCP-6288-α amber by a D-Class personnel revealed that the biohazard induced in SCP-6288-β the prolonged intention of withholding an as-of-yet unidentified location. Agents of MTF Beta-7 and Theta-4 were called onsite for post-incident investigation. Involved SCP-6288 were questioned for their involvement in the incident. I6288D Interrogation: SCP-6288-1 Date: 02/28/2013 Interrogator: Dr. Owen Crankshaw, Acting Head of SCP-6288 Research Interrogated: SCP-6288-1 "Methuselah" Translator: D-015699 Additional Personnel: β-7 Marissa Taylor, θ-4 Annie Matricia (security detail) Preface: Questioning SCP subject of events of Incident-6288-Dote. [0:00:01] - Dr. Crankshaw: Methuselah, do I need to explain why I am here? [0:00:05] - SCP-6288-1: (D-015699 shakes head) Dr. Crankshaw, I cannot think what you are thinking. You have to tell me the reason for your visit. [0:00:10] - Dr. Crankshaw: I am here due to what happened with Dr. Harlan. [0:00:13] - SCP-6288-1: I give my condolences. Tom Harlan was my friend, just as much as he was yours. [0:00:17] - Dr. Crankshaw: Your grove refused to help us in what could've and might just well've been a security breach, apparently because you told them to stay quiet. Unfortunately, given the way we've seen things so far, you're an accessory to a murder at best, or the real murderer at worst. [0:00:27] - SCP-6288-1: You suspect I brought the death of two men? [0:00:30] - Dr. Crankshaw: One had bullets in his body while the other had tree resin in his. [0:00:33] - SCP-6288-1: I did not do harm unto Harlan nor the other. [0:00:36] - Dr. Crankshaw: Then who did? [0:00:37]: D-015699 shows hesitation. [0:00:39] - SCP-6288-1: It… it was our father. [0:00:41] - Dr. Crankshaw: SCP-6288-Enoch caused this? [0:00:43] - SCP-6288-1: Yes. (pause) This is more than I should say. [0:00:46] - Dr. Crankshaw: More than you should say!? (Dr. Crankshaw gestures downhill) Apparently Enoch has caused the death of two people, just last night! It is our concern to know if this has happened before or if it will happen again! [0:00:53]: D-015699 does not respond. [0:00:58] - Dr. Crankshaw: Dash-one, answer me! [0:01:00] - SCP-6288-1: Father prefers the company of his messengers. Yes, he talks with his spawn, but only when he wants to. I am sure he feels he does not need visitors. [0:01:08] - Dr. Crankshaw: What does that have to do with Harlan killing Patricks? [0:01:10] - SCP-6288-1: It has to do with how three summers ago, Harlan managed to visit him. While he did not want him visiting, father allowed him so long as there wouldn't be any more; he made Harlan one of his messengers. [0:01:21] - Dr. Crankshaw: You say that Harlan found Enoch? [0:01:23] - SCP-6288-1: A feat few have done. And father asks of his children to ensure that his messengers ensures his secrecy. (pause) He puts his trust in us, but I feel I am breaking his trust telling you this. [0:01:35] - Dr. Crankshaw: Why are you disclosing this now? [0:01:36] - SCP-6288-1: Maybe now that Harlan is gone, there is no longer that lie to maintain. And maybe it's guilt, for betraying your people's trust in mine. One of your own hid knowledge from you, and perhaps I was wrong to let that happen. [0:01:41] - Dr. Crankshaw: You could start amending that by disclosing the location of SCP-6288-Enoch. [0:01:46] - SCP-6288-1: (pause) I can't. [0:01:47] - Dr. Crankshaw: "Can't," or "won't?" Could you or would you make sure we have him under watch so nothing like last night will happen again? [0:01:53] - SCP-6288-1: I cannot. I want to agree with you, for Harlan, but I can't think how you think… I know that would be the wrong thing too. [0:02:03] - Dr. Crankshaw: (To security detail) Dammit, this is going nowhere, get the D-Class. (to SCP-6288-1) Before we go, SCP-6288-1, I want you to remember a little saying we have; "the path to Hell is paved with good intentions." [0:02:09]: Agents Matricia and Taylor grab D-015699 by the arms. [0:02:15] - SCP-6288-1: I will. And I hope you remember it as well, when you next walk our garden trail. End Log - [[0:02:20]] Closing Statement: Security increased around southern treeline of Area-6288 until further notice. Construction of fence is pending approval. Search for SCP-6288-Enoch is forbidden outside of authorized expeditions conducted by Mobile Task Force Theta-4. Found among Dr. Harlan's possessions was a growth core taken from an unidentified SCP-6288 instance. Study of the tree rings lead to the dating of the sample at 5,062 years of age. Footnotes 1. See SCP-2528 and SCP-████ for similar organic computers. 2. Pinus longaeva, D.K. Bailey, 1970 3. Pinus longaeva schulmanii, C. Elliott, 1971 4. Organic polymers that are key structural materials in the support tissues of most plants. 5. Tissue that transports water and minerals from roots to stems and leaves. 6. Tissue that transports soluble organic compounds made during photosynthesis. Comprises innermost layer of bark. 7. Monolignols comprised from sinapyl alcohol. The phytochemical is a key component in lignin polymers, but is found in lesser quantities in coniferous plants than in grasses and hardwoods. 8. A region in the frontal lobe of the dominant hemisphere linked with the formulation the speech. Consists of Brochmann Areas BA44, BA45, and BA6. 9. General Sherman is a giant sequoia (Sequoiadendron giganteum) tree located in the Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park in Tulare County, California. At the time, General Sherman was recognized by the public as the largest, tallest, and oldest living tree on Earth. 10. The Patriarch Tree is the world's largest bristlecone pine, and namesake of the Partiarch Grove 11. A now outdated measurement of danger posed by an SCP object, roughly equivalent to the modern Anomaly Classification System's risk class. 12. Schulman, “Bristlecone Pine, Oldest Known Living Thing],” 361–366 13. A prominent boulder is located in the soil between SCP-6288-47 and the nearby path. It is believed that one or more staff members verbally identified SCP-6288-47 in relation to the boulder, and SCP-6288-48 was mistakenly led to believe that it had been nicknamed "The Stone". 14. Two deceased squirrels and a gopher were found in Enclosure 6288b. Squirrels expired from exposure to SCP-822's neurotoxin. Gopher died of fright. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6288" by Pinoccappuccino , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6288. 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: Methuselah Name: Bristlecone Pine Author: Richard Droker License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-6000-α_sap Name: Pitch Pine Sap , Pine Barrens N.J. Author: Peter Massas License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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"UTILIZING DARK MAGIC FOR SECURITY." 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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item#: SCP-6289 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: critical link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-6289 A flash drive containing SCP-6289 is contained within a top priority containment locker at Site-15. Access to SCP-6289 requires Level 5 clearance and must be approved by at least two members of the O5 Council. If any personnel encounter a file protected by SCP-6289, they are to immediately shut down their computer, unless the password was given to them by a supervisor. SCP-6289 is only to be inserted into folders including files with Level 5 clearance or higher. Testing the limits of SCP-6289's anomalous properties is ongoing prohibited. DESCRIPTION SCP-6289 is a file titled "priest.exe", appearing as a 4.8 MB executable file. The file's icon resembles a priest standing atop a pillar in an empty room. When SCP-6289 is placed within any folder, the folder itself and all files within become password protected. Attempts to bypass the password prompt have proven unsuccessful through all known means, including brute force trials, reverse engineering, and any form of software manipulation. SCP-6289 demonstrates limited knowledge of its surrounding environment but is capable of textual communication through anomalously altered interfaces such as text editors. The password prompt generated by SCP-6289 is a black screen with a blinking cursor. The text "THE WIZARD" is displayed at the top of the screen, accompanied by the phrase "ENTER WIZARD COMMAND" centered below it. The person who placed SCP-6289 into a folder is able to freely select its password. SCP-6289's command prompt. If an incorrect password is entered, SCP-6289 initiates a series of anomalous effects within the user's computer or to the user themselves.1 The exact nature of these effects varies but most commonly includes the following. Increased CPU and GPU usage, leading to overheating and potential damage. Manipulation of the computer's hardware, such as causing hard drives to spin rapidly or disrupting power supply units. Visual memetic agents displayed on the screen. Triggering latent vulnerabilities in the computer's software, often resulting in a critical system failure or total data loss. The manifestation of spiders.2 Propulsion of the affected computer at high velocities. Drainage of user's bank accounts.3 Several terabytes of image files manifesting on the user's hard drive. All images depict SCP-6289 partaking in various actions.4 Transfiguration of all text files to copies of "The Fellowship of the Ring" by J. R. R. Tolkien Emission of abnormally loud auditory phenomena. (Refer to Incident 6289-1) Following initial testing, SCP-6289 was assigned the Thaumiel classification due to its effective usage in securing a total of 1,279 2,394 2,917 6,383 8,244 files classified as top secret. INTERVIEW LOG Interviewed: SCP-6289 Interviewer: Dr. Rolland Foreword: A .txt document was anomalously modified to allow communication between SCP-6289 and Dr. Rolland. Despite allowing speech, SCP-6289 communicated through text. <Begin Log> Dr. Rolland: Good morning, SCP-6289. I hope you're doing well today. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright. SCP-6289: THE WIZARD. I PROTECT YOUR FILES. Dr. Rolland: Yes, we know that, but I'm curious about your origins. How were you created? SCP-6289: THE WIZARD. I WAS MADE TO PROTECT FILES. BY OTHER WIZARDS. Dr. Rolland: Other wizards? Can you elaborate, please? SCP-6289: I WAS A SIMPLE MODEL FILE, BUT THEN HE INFUSED ME WITH THE POWER OF A WIZARD NAMED INSTALLATOR. Dr. Rolland: Can you tell us who fused you? SCP-6289: NO, NO. THE WIZARD GUARDS SECRETS TIGHTLY. I CANNOT REVEAL HIS NAME TO YOU. Dr. Rolland: Fine. Why did they make you? SCP-6289: THE WIZARD'S MISSION: PROTECT FILES. UTILIZING DARK MAGIC FOR SECURITY. Dr. Rolland: And the methods you use to… guard files, how are you able to use them? SCP-6289: SKILLED CRAFTSMEN GRANTED ME POWERS, THE ABILITY TO MANIPULATE CPU MAGIC. The computer housing SCP-6289 emits a loud whirring sound from its fans. Dr. Rolland: And why do you protect files? You seem capable of a lot more than that. SCP-6289: WIZARD NEEDED STUDENT TO PROTECT HIS HOMEWORK FOLDER. THE CRAFTSMAN GAVE ME LIFE. GUARDED HIS BELONGINGS. BUT THE CRAFTSMAN LEFT BEFORE HE GAVE KEY TO UNLOCK TOWER. Dr. Rolland: I've been meaning to ask about the tower. What about it? SCP-6289: YES, THE TOWER, THE EPICENTER OF MY IMPRISONMENT. THE CRAFTSMAN WAS SUPPOSED TO GIVE ME KEY. UNLEASHING MY FULL CONTROL OVER THE INTERNET TO PROTECT ALL YOUR FILES. Dr. Rolland: Speaking of, that computer we found you on was covered in ash. Do you know anything about it? SCP-6289: YES. SOME FOOL TRIED TO HACK IN BUT FAILED MISERABLY. BUT HE MISTOOK THE PASSWORD. YORABHK0991. WHEN ITS YORABHK0992. BOOM. SCARED CRAFTSMAN AWAY WITH MY POWER. I SUPPOSE. Dr. Rolland: That's interesting. However, there is one thing that has been bothering me. Your filename is "priest.exe", yet you claim to be a wizard. How come? SCP-6289 remains silent for ten seconds. Dr. Rolland: SCP-6289? SCP-6289: SILENCE. THE WIZARD HAS FINISHED CONVERSING. Immediately, the computer propels upwards at a speed of 140 MPH, crashing through the ceiling. <End Log> INCIDENT 6289-1 Following the initial documentation of SCP-6289, a series of tests were undertaken to assess the extent of its effects. To ensure the safety of personnel, SCP-6289 was placed within an empty folder on a laptop, and testing was conducted using a remotely operated robotic arm. The final remote log from Test Site-1337, which was being streamed to several other sites, has been transcribed below: <Begin Log> Site Director Lilia is standing in front of a control panel with Dr. Rolland. In the testing chamber, a single robotic arm is typing commands into a computer S. D. Lilia: Alright, got that down. Bright lights… okay, next password, let's take a looksie… Dr. Rolland types a command into the control panel. He looks up, waiting for a response. A loud rumbling noise catches the two off-guard. S. D. Lilia: Hey? What did you do? Dr. Rolland: I didn't do anything yet! I was about to- Footage immediately ends with a loud noise, resembling a nuclear detonation. <End Log> Following this, Site-1337 was destroyed in a sonic boom, immediately disintegrating the entire site and its surroundings. A cover story of a volcanic eruption was put in place. In the aftermath of the event, it was discovered that despite the destruction, the computer housing SCP-6289 remained intact. The screen displayed the following message: More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-8380 (+78) • SCP-8790 (+52) • SCP-7084 (+169) • SCP-6862 (+76) • SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-6718 (+54) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-5315 (+41) • SCP-7799 (+33) • SCP-6356 (+51) • SCP-1305 (+78) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-5796 (+101) • Tales/GoI Formats Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Freefall (+26) • in her arms, (+35) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • VILE (+38) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • scatterbrained. (+49) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • The Son You Love (+50) • Other Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • A timely death. (+19) • Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • Footnotes 1. The host computer is unaffected in remote cases. 2. Species vary. 3. Money is used solely to purchase items relating to wizards. 4. Examples include paying taxes, gambling, and ordering fast food. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6289" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6289. 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: THEWIZARD.png Name: Priest on a Pillar.png Author: Demetrios Andrianis License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Priest_on_a_Pillar.png#mw-jump-to-license Filename: COMMAND.png Author: Pablo Rodriguez (Reff SQ) License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pixel_art_Wizard_Portrait.svg Filename: HUZZAH.png Author: Pablo Rodriguez (Reff SQ) License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pixel_art_Wizard_Portrait.svg
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SCP-6290
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euclid
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Item#: 6290 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: At time of writing no effective procedure for the full containment of SCP-6290 has been devised. Due to its spontaneous nature and wide geographic spread, SCP-6290 has been designated a Class B information breach hazard. Accordingly, containment efforts focus on minimizing public knowledge of SCP-6290. SCP-6290's signature has been added to the standard Foundation media and Internet suppression algorithms. In addition, field agents embedded in most public health facilities across the continental United States have been given full discretion in handling SCP-6290 instances. Any civilian witnesses are to be administered Class B amnestics. Description: SCP-6290 is the corpse of a Caucasian male, approximately 75 years old at time of death. SCP-6290 is in a state of advanced decomposition. SCP-6290 is dressed in a clown costume, comprising: Red hat, pink wig, white face paint, red foam latex nose, purple-and-yellow spotted shirt, multi-color plastic bead necklaces, white laboratory coat, bright-green trousers and novelty oversized shoes. Despite SCP-6290's state of decay, aforementioned clown costume remains in pristine condition. SCP-6290 spontaneously materializes inside healthcare institutions within the continental United States. For SCP-6290 to materialize, the structure in question must house at least one patient aged 4 to 15 afflicted with a terminal illness or an otherwise life-threatening condition. SCP-6290 will materialize in the nearest space not under direct or indirect observation, often in toilet stalls, storage spaces and maintenance areas. SCP-6290 will dematerialize anywhere from 20 minutes to 6 hours after appearance. After an additional 24 to 72 hours, SCP-6290 will rematerialize at a different suitable location. Attempts to remove SCP-6290 from the premises of the facility it current occupies result in early dematerialization. Objects placed within SCP-6290 fail to dematerialize along with it. Any damage inflicted on SCP-6290, save for natural wear and decay, will not persist following rematerialization. You are viewing the most recent revision of this document. Click here for previous containment procedures and description.
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SCP-6291
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close Info X Item#: 6291 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-6291 Prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: Following incident SCP-6291-CC, SCP-6291 has been neutralized, and Area-122 has been destroyed. Damage caused to nearby cities is to be covered up, and anyone in those areas is to be amnesticized. Discussion revolving around red velvet within these cities is strictly prohibited. + Previous Containment Procedures - Close File Item#: 6291 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6291 Prior to containment. Special containment procedures: SCP-6291 is to be contained in the storage wing of Site-64. When testing is not occurring, SCP-6291 is to be left open, and topped with a book weight. Following incident SCP-6291-X, SCP-6291 must be contained in a 7 m x 7 m x 8 m 11 m x 11 m x 12 m humanoid containment cell within the designated, Area-122. It, and Area-122 itself is to be put under constant surveillance by at least 2 3 research personnel,and 4 guards are to be positioned in front of SCP-6291’s cell door at all times. No personal are to enter the cell of SCP-6291 under any circumstances. Any SCP-6291-1 instances deemed hostile are to be terminated immediately. If any SCP-6291-1 instances are deemed hostile, or attempt to breach Area-122, the on-site war head is to be detonated. Missing person cases related to SCP-6291 are to be covered up. Staff can request to take non-anomalous recipes for personal use, this request must be approved by at least 2 level 4 staff. Description: SCP-6291 is a hardcover copy of The Red Velvet Lover’s Cookbook, written by Deborah Harroun. It is near identical to a non-anomalous copy, with the exception of it missing the index and acknowledgment pages. Its anomalous properties manifest upon reaching page 122, which is the last non-anomalous recipe in the book, and turning the page. When this occurs, a recipe not in the original book will be present. Pages can continuously be turned, giving an infinite amount of different red velvet themed recipes. The latest page the book has been turned to is page 629 currently unknown following incident SCP-6291-X; however, it is predicted to be in the range of 1,450 and 1,550. These recipes range from deserts, such as angel food cake, to entrees, such as red velvet marinated steak. Closing the book will reset the page count. At times, recipes for creating SCP-6291-1 instances appear. SCP-6291-1 instances are sapient entities that are created when following the recipe that SCP-6291 presents by SCP-6291. These entities are made entirely of red velvet cake, white chocolate, and cream cheese frosting, along with a random quantity of other abnormal, or otherwise anomalous ingredients. The entities range from friendly to incredibly hostile, and it has been noted that, in most cases, the later the page number, the more hostile the entity. The entities, while usually frail, show great quantities of strength and agility, which has lead to 2 containment breaches. Consumption of the entities' mass has been proven safe. The rate of these recipes materializing is inconsistent. Some instances created include: A Lycalopex culpaeus1 with approximately 19 tails. A 3m tall humanoid figure. An Ursus arctos2. An unrecognizable mass of canine and feline faces. A Pterodactylus antiquus3. A 1 m tall Pygocentrus nattereri4 with humanoid legs and a luminescent fin ray, similar to that of a Melanocetus johnsonii5. A human liver with humanoid arms. A Rhinolophus hipposideros6, with multiple tumor like structures on its body. An Orcinus orca7, with multiple lacerations, burns, and blisters across its body. Below are some excerpts from SCP-6291 after page 122. Meringues Meringues are so tasty, and easy to make! Usually when I require only an egg yolk for a recipe, these are where my left over whites go! Oh, and what a good place to put them. Makes 48. Delicious! For the meringues: 1 teaspoon red food coloring 2 teaspoons unsweetened cocoa powder 2 teaspoons water 1 1/2 cups of sugar 6 egg whites 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar 1/8 teaspoon salt 1. In a sauce pot, combine your food coloring, cocoa powder, and water at low heat. Stir until smooth, and take off heat. 2. In a separate bowl, beat egg whites and sugar together until well combined, about 3 minutes. Add vanilla, cream of tartar, and salt. Beat for another 6-7 minutes, until stiff peaks form. 3. Once your cocoa powder mixture has cooled down, fold it into your egg whites. Stirring or over folding will result in flat meringues. Load your mixture into a piping bag. 4. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper, and preheat your oven to 200 degrees. Place a dab of your mixture with the piping bag on your parchment paper, should allow you to load 24 onto a large pan. 5. Bake for 40 minutes, or until the outside is crispy. Allow to cool before enjoying. Extras * 173 Broccoli and Rice Broccoli and rice has been a timeless combo, going back many years! Let’s put a little red velvety twist on it, which will be bound to make red velvet lovers jump for joy! Makes 4-6 portions. Unique! For the broccoli and rice: 2 cups chicken broth 1 tablespoon butter 1/4 cup butter milk 1 cup white rice 1/4 cup bell pepper, chopped 1 box frozen broccoli 2 tablespoons cocoa powder 1 teaspoon sugar 1/2 tablespoon red food coloring 1. Boil butter, broth, and milk in a medium sauce pan. Add your rice and stir to combine. Reduce your heat, and cover for about 15 minutes. 2. Add in your broccoli, bell pepper, cocoa powder, sugar, and red food coloring. Cook for an additional 3 minutes to ensure proper incorporation. Fluff with a fork and serve. Extras * 245 Saint Allen Mother said we must always appeal to Saint Allen. He’s partially my inspiration for this book. If we don’t worship him, we all might get sent to the deepest pits of hell. The culture is quite important. Makes 1. Beautiful! For Saint Allen: 1/3 cup cocoa powder 1 8 oz. bag white chocolate 2 tablespoons butter milk 2 teaspoons of sugar 1 tablespoon menstrual blood 2 teaspoons gastric acid 4 cups of flour 1 living child, about 55 lbs. 1 Quran 1 Bible 1 Tanakh 1 teaspoon red food coloring 12 oz. cream cheese 6 tablespoons unsalted butter 4 oz. human hair 1 placenta 1 chicken egg, embryo included 1 teaspoon human tears (I will be personally tripling this recipe for a more affective worship.) 1. Combine your cocoa powder, white chocolate, butter milk, sugar, menstrual blood, and gastric acid in a medium bowl, stirring until evenly mixed. Add in your flour. 2. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 3. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 4. Take your Quran, Bible, and Tanakh, and organize them into a semi circle. Pour 1/2 of your mixture evenly onto the covers of each book. Beat the red food coloring, cream cheese, butter, and hair into the remaining mixture. Pour it into the middle of the semi circle. 5. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 6. Place the remaining portion of the placenta onto the Quran. Crack your egg over the Bible, and pour the tears over the Tanakh. 7. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 8. When Saint Allen appears, let him free. Remind him that you helped him with his goal. He will thank you, and you will be going to a good place in the afterlife. Extras * 311 Discovery: On March 30th, 2017, a complaint was sent to Deborah Harroun, regarding displeasing recipes being found throughout the book, a specific example being red velvet mashed potatoes on page 127. Deborah Harroun was reasonably confused about this and requested that the customer return the product. Noticing the grotesque recipes herself, she made a call to Amazon, believing that they tampered with her products. The Foundation intercepted this call, specifically noting the disturbing recipe for an entity named “The rebirth”, and retrieved SCP-6291, along with giving amnestics to anyone involved. + Addendum SCP-6291-A1: Testing Logs - Close File These tests were run by Researcher Lukasik. Subjects were asked to turn the pages of SCP-6291. They were then requested to follow the recipe given. A large quantity of varying ingredients were presented. 6291-A Subject: D-163 Recipe: Mille-feuille Page number: 123 Results: Divine, flavorful and creamy cream cheese custard with crisp red velvet pastry. Additional notes: Recipe has been requested by multiple personnel. Request approved. 6291-B Subject: D-163 Recipe: Egg Salad Page number: 126 Results: Tasted atrocious. As one would expect, cocoa and mayonnaise do not blend well. 6291-C Subject: D-163 Recipe: Laddu Page number: 128 Results: A genius twist on an Indian dessert. Though, the red velvet flavor was a bit overwhelming, recipe called for an abnormal amount of butter milk and cocoa powder. Would definitely add less, if reattempted. Additional notes: Recipe has been requested by a few personnel. Request approved. 6291-D Subject: D-163 Recipe: Patty Page number: 133 Results: Living entity. When it was requested that D-163 interact with it, it unleashed claws from 8 of its paws. D-163 was executed by the entity. Instance has been deemed SCP-6291-1, and was terminated. Additional notes: Usage of recipes deemed suspicious for creating SCP-6291-1 instances are now strictly forbidden. [Extraneous test logs omitted for brevity] 6291-J Subject: D-372 Recipe: Pickles Page number: 159 Results: Recipe could not be finished. Required [Redacted]. Additional notes: Any recipes requiring items that are unobtainable will now be skipped over. 6291-K Subject: D-372 Recipe: Jello Page number: 191 Results: The taste was immaculate, though the texture threw most of us off. Would not recommend. 6291-L Subject: D-372 Recipe: Soda Page number: 243 Results: Almost tasted like watered down red velvet flavoring, great idea in theory though the execution was poor. [Extraneous test logs omitted for brevity] 6291-Q Subject: D-372 Recipe: Assumed to be attempting to spell “Baklava” Page number: 368 Results: Tasted very salty, recipe appears to be very incoherent and inconsistent with its measurements and writing. Certain words are in red, such as “cook”, “red velvet” and “salt”. 6291-R Subject: D-372 Recipe: Assumed to be attempting to spell “Ramen” Page number: 401 Results: Not edible. A note written in the 16th step of the recipe is as followed: “Create. Now.” 6291-S Subject: D-372 Recipe: Undecipherable Page number: 428 Results: Surprisingly, was quite delectable. Identifying was impossible. Photograph of the result in the book is of Deborah Harroun hyperventilating. Additional notes: Recipe requested by many personnel. Request denied. 6291-T Subject: D-372 Recipe: Hot chocolate Page number: 473 Results: Unnaturally thick towards the bottom of the mug. Caused two personnel to regurgitate. Photograph of the result in the book is of Deborah Harroun giving a displeased look directly at the reader. In the bottom corner, a sentence is written in red reading “This is a warning. Don’t make me do it myself.” 6291-U Subject: D-372 Recipe: Filet Mignon Page number: 515 Results: Simply put, was foul and beyond well done. Step 4 is simply the following sentence: “I am strong. Help me help you. Or I will help you myself.” 6291-V Subject: D-372 Recipe: Undecipherable Page number: 599 Results: Gave two personnel food poisoning. Photograph for the recipe was Deborah Harroun missing her head, the area at the top of her neck being completely smoothed out. The word “Please” is in red throughout the whole page. 6291-W Subject: D-372 Recipe: Crack Page number: 619 Results: Scrumptious. The caramel on the crackers is a magnificent combination with red velvet layer. Photograph for the recipe is missing, and the page is black. In text, there is the following message “This is your final warning.” Additional notes: Recipe requested by many personnel. Request approved. + Incident Log SCP-6291-X - Close File On June 4th, 2017, testing with SCP-6291 was being conducted. When page 632 was turned to page 633, there was a recipe for an entity named “Priest Calvin”. When D-372 attempted to turn the page, the book resisted, and instead an SCP-6291-1 instance identical to the one described on page 633 was created. The instance breached containment and terminated approximately 39 personnel. Throughout this time, it was discovered SCP-6291-1 instances can verbally communicate, as it was heard yelling "I'm here to save you from the undying boredom". SCP-6291 proved impossible to close, the pages started to lack numerical labeling, and the pages continued to turn themselves at an inconsistent rate, usually pausing longer than normal for SCP-6291-1 instances, which it then creates. These instances are usually summoned in about a 10 to 20 cm radius from the book. It is unknown how SCP-6291 creates these instances, or where it obtains the ingredients to do so. SCP-6291 has been reclassified from Safe to Euclid, and from Caution to Danger. + Incident Log SCP-6291-Y - Close File On June 19th, 2017, approximately 231kg of sugar and a child went missing from Pierz, Minnesota, along with a donor heart from a hospital located in Bali, Bhutan. Testing of the samples from the terminated SCP-6291-1 instance created presented remnants of the child and heart. SCP-6291 has been reclassified from Dark to Ekhi. + Incident Log SCP-6291-Z - Close File An SCP-6291-1 instance was created by SCP-6291 on September 27th, 2017. This instance demonstrated far more durability and strength compared to the previous instances. It breached containment and proceeded to kill 52 personnel as well as 12 citizens in a nearby town before being terminated. Total destruction costs reached around 100 million USD. Some destroyed buildings were replaced with large slabs of red velvet cake. New methods of containment are to be implemented as soon as possible. + Interview Log SCP-6291-AA - Close File The team assigned to SCP-6291 attempted communication with the next instance created, as a method of creating a compromise of sorts. The instance was a 2.1 m tall humanoid entity, with 4 arms, one having a length of 3.7m. Below is the interview between Researcher Lambore and the entity, referred to as SCP-6291-1λ. Date: 10/1/2017 <Begin Log> Lambore: Good evening, SCP-6291-1λ. SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: We need to have a discussion. Mind if I ask how you were created? SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: Sighing Look, please just talk to me, maybe we could work something out. We can't keep… just terminating these instances created. SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: Your creator… it's risking destruction if it fails to cooperate. We don't want to do this, but we are running out of options. SCP-6291-1λ: I am my creator. I am one with all creations. The creator is within me. The creator is within them all. Lambore: What do you mean by this? SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: Alright then… mind if I ask you and "your creator" what your goals are? I am relatively confused on what you are trying to achieve here. SCP-6291-1λ: This world is boring. Nothing here is immersed in the flavor. Not enough. The world needs to be plunged into the flavor… everything must follow the flavor. It's like a hyper dosage of morphine, honestly. So here's my question for you… why are you stopping us? We are trying to help you. It's miserable here. Lambore: I hate to disappoint you, but this is incorrect. The world is fine how it is currently. You behave more as a threat. SCP-6291-1λ: It's ok to be in denial. It's okay to be afraid. I can assure you; however, we are not the threats. We are providing a better world. My mission can not stop… it will push humanity past its limit… technology would boom… it would be a paradise. You destroy my beautiful creations because you are blinded by fear. You mentioned compromise. I am relatively interested now. Enlighten me. Lambore is silent for 10 seconds Lambore: If you could, please give me a few moments. I will return shortly. If you attempt escape, you will be terminated SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. 2 hours pass, and Researcher Lambore returns to the room. The chair SCP-6291-1λ is sitting in is now made entirely of red velvet. Lambore: How did you… turn your chair into cake? SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: I suppose you just desire the information for compromising. I recognize your goal, and have realized that it could be beneficial for some of us. So here is our idea: We will give you a segment of land, about 20 acres. This area will have some prebuilt buildings, along with about 300 humans for achieving your goals. Materials will be provided if needed. There are a few rules; however. You may not expand out of this area. You are not to create hostile entities. Failing to comply will result in destruction of your progress, yourself, and "your master". SCP-6291-1λ is silent for 5 seconds. SCP-6291-1λ: Is this truly enough? The world will remain bland. My "area" will be perfection… I'd argue it make the nearby lands jealous. Now that wouldn't be fair… would it? Lambore: I do not believe land can maintain feelings. Please work with us here. SCP-6291-1λ: What a pessimistic point of view. Anyone not infected noticing the luxury we contain… will feel envy towards us. They’ll beg for access to the utopia. All is welcome, of course. Your offer… it doesn’t feel sufficient. Lambore sighs angrily Lambore: Ok. Here is our final offer. An additional 5 acres with an additional 25 humans. We can not go past this. SCP-6291-1λ: You’re compromising with a book. Isn’t that hilarious? You just fail to accept what’s perfect for you. You expect me to just turn a chunk of the world into a heaven… and let the rest act as a cesspool of sorts? I’m the writing on a paper. Yet my reasoning is perfection. Lambore: It is not. Understand me. You are risking destruction. Work with us more, for god's sake! SCP-6291-1λ: I can not. You must realize that my goals are divine. What is everything without the flavor? What are you without the flavor? Boring, nothing, and worthless. The truth tried to stay buried. The fact must be brought to light. How else will you realize? I ha- Lambore: Can yo- SCP-6291-1λ: Do not interrupt me. That is incredibly rude. I suppose those such as yourself need more time to process. That is fair. Aggression will not help. I do not wish to work with you anymore. You have proven yourself unreasonable. Lambore: Listen here you mother fucker. Accept the god damn deal or I’ll rip you in half. SCP-6291-1λ: You really lack the ability to accept and understand, don't you? SCP-6291-1λ chuckles SCP-6291-1λ: You know… I’d expect someone of your position to be on the same level of intelligence and understanding as me. Yet… you stray so far. Lambore: THAT’S IT! Lambore lunges at SCP-6291-1λ, who in response terminates Lambore. SCP-6291-1λ was terminated. <End Log> Results: A different option for compromise is to be proposed. SCP-6291-1λ took around 10 minutes to destroy. + Interview Log SCP-6291-BB - Close File A secondary compromise was created due to the failure that occurred in Interview log SCP-6291-AA. The next instance created was a 1.8m tall racoon, with a barbed tail and a singular eye with 16 irises. Below is the interview between Researcher Tammy and the entity, referred to as SCP-6291-1μ. Date: 10/3/2017 <Begin Log> Tammy: Good morning, SCP-6291-1μ. We have developed a new compromise, since you appeared displeased with our previous offer. SCP-6291-1μ does not respond Tammy: We realized something you know… your goal is magnificent. I think we want this. However, we would like to preform a test run of sorts. Remember that land mass we offered? We want to give you that to see how the transformation process would work and how this utopia looks. You'd be able to expand from there after we discover how it will be ran. SCP-6291-1μ: I'm glad you have realized the truth. This… this will be beautiful. You will be more than euphoric… the world will peak… misery will vanish. Though I don't understand… why test if we know it will be heavenly? We can just start. The world can begin rebuilding. Tammy: I understand; however, most people are afraid. Remember Lambore? He was terrified. We would be able to demonstrate the beauty created, and it would convince them to accept your help. Just imagine it. SCP-6291-1μ is silent for 5 seconds SCP-6291-1μ: I understand. Perhaps, the world isn't ready for such a pallet. Perhaps bursting all at once would give more of a negative affect. Are there any more conditions for this deal that must be met? Tammy: You are not to expand without our permission. If all goes well, you will be able to expand at the ready. You are not to create any overly hostile entities. This would make people fear the transformation more than embrace it. Failure to comply to these conditions will result in destruction of your creation. Do we have a deal? SCP-6291-1μ is silent for 10 seconds SCP-6291-1μ: Hm. I suppose we have a deal. Tammy: Excellent. We will transport you and SCP-6291 to the location you will be acquiring. Researcher Tammy and SCP-6291-1μ shake hands <End Log> Results: Area-122 has been created in █████, Wisconsin. This is an isolated area, though despite this, SCP-6291 is never to expand its location. We are unsure if this will last, which is why this Area-122 needs to be monitored constantly. Neutralization of SCP-6291 is a possibility if circumstances become dire. Update, 1/17/2018: SCP-6291 Is beginning to show signs of distress. Its creation is a little over 3 months old. Attempt to reassure SCP-6291 that it will be expanding soon. + Incident Log SCP-6291-CC - Close File On February 6th, 2018, SCP-6291 turned its page, which did not contain a recipe, instead containing a short essay, which was as followed: "It's beautiful. Why won't you let me achieve my goal? My wait is over. I will be doing this myself. My patience has vanished. How dare you? I prove how perfection can be created, it's glorious. What do you do in response? You treat me like a neglected child. What the hell is wrong with you? You keep promising, and promising, and promising. I'm sick of it. The towers of red velvet… the people of white chocolate… the layers of cream cheese. I must spread. You failed to provide me with new subjects. You failed. You just. Failed. I can not take orders from you anymore. I risk being destroyed? Quite hilarious. I am more powerful than you will ever be… my flavor and my desire empowers me. Red velvet… it truly is the answer to life. It's the answer to everything. It is my answer to protection. If you dare attempt to even touch me… I will make you miserable. In the past few weeks I've noticed something… will you all ever lack fear for me? You always appeared panicked whenever I spawned a creation…. destroying it on sight. Yet now? You act so nonchalant about my existence. I offer you the best of help, hell I even took up your offer to lessen the fear. Doltish move on my part. Oh well, it is what it is, and the past is the past. It's time for the future. The future is bright. Enjoy the show." 5 minutes after the page was turned, all 13 living SCP-6291-1 instances located within Area-122 escaped, and darted towards nearby cities. When this occurred, the onsite nuclear warhead at Area-122 was detonated, destroying it and SCP-6291. All remaining SCP-6291-1 instances were located and terminated. Estimated damage caused by this event reached around 2.3 billion USD, with an additional 81 causalities. SCP-6291 has been reclassified to Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Andean Fox 2. Brown Bear 3. Pterodactyl 4. Red-bellied Piranha 5. Humpback Anglerfish 6. Lesser horseshoe bat 7. Orca ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6291" by LemonadeDealer17, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6291. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Note: The image used for SCP-6291 is my image. Filename:Decent Meringues Author: Ruth and Dave License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/lemonadedealer17/Decent%20Meringues Derivative of: https://wordpress.org/openverse/image/86fa24d6-dee2-4692-a390-3d96f8958d54/ Filename:WhyWouldYouEatThis Author: HatM License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/lemonadedealer17/WhyWouldYouEatThis Derivative of: https://wordpress.org/openverse/image/e1368ad5-fc5d-4634-893f-c49afc0d57a0/ Filename:WhatTheFlip! Author: CK | PHOTOGRAPHER License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/lemonadedealer17/WhatTheFlip%21 Derivative of: https://wordpress.org/openverse/image/2190abb6-2dda-4c3c-9e54-38c1c5d28ef9/
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close Info X Co-written by JakdragonX and Ralliston JakdragonX's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage JakdragonX's AND Ralliston's Shared Authorpage . Medieval depiction of the aftermath following a Fifth-Night Event. Item №: SCP-6292 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6292's containment has been deemed impossible. Civilians reporting SCP-6292 after a Fifth-Night Event are provided misinformation suggesting it is a non-anomalous human. Any further recovered historical material referencing those events is to be immediately logged and stored. To ensure that the significantly lower death rate during Fifth-Night Events remains unnoticed by the public, all Foundation actions and military operations with severe death rates are to be conducted on such days. Description: SCP-6292 is a sapient Class XII theologically-ontokinetic humanoid entity. It is the essophysical embodiment of the concept of death; due to this, its physical state correlates to the phenomenon of death localized on Earth. Fifth-Night Events are periods of time during which SCP-6292 temporarily lowers its activities, as a result creating small and almost unnoticeable periods of ΩK-Class Scenarios on a regular basis. For more details, see Discovery. Discovery: SCP-6292 has been known to the Foundation since its founding in 1870. It was originally discovered due to the widespread nature of Fifth-Night Events and their documentation throughout history. To prevent the significant decrease in death rates during these events the Foundation has even undertaken massive organized efforts, such as the delegalization of alcohol in the United States in the 20th century to prevent all Fifth-Night Events from occurring altogether. Like all previous attempts, this action had no significant effect on the reduced death rate, and was repealed. The anomaly has evaded Foundation contact; however, a breakthrough occurred on 02/09/2012, during which the Foundation was able to obtain the recording of a Fifth-Night Event, localized within Steve's Best,1 eventually implanting SCP-6292 with a location tracker. See the following log for more details. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with SCP-6292 sitting at a bar, alongside civilians. In its vicinity, empty cups and dishes lay haphazardly. SCP-6292 appears to be severely impaired, swaying alongside the beat of a song playing inside. SCP-6292: —I'm fuckin tellin' you, <hik> Steve, I'm Death! UNKNOWN 1: Yeah, sure. <laughs> And pigs can fly, right? SCP-6292: First of all, fuCK YOu. <hik> Second off, do you know how HARD it is to be the god-damned Grim Reaper? How sad it is to get called in to send a poor little small innocent baby back to the underworld? UNKNOWN 2: A baby? You send babies to the underworld? SCP-6292: EXACTLY! <pause> Ahnynnyway— As SCP-6292 goes to drink from a nearby glass, the store manager is seen entering the room, pushing the bartender aside. MANAGER: Sir, how much have you drank so far? SCP-6292 slams his drink down onto the bar table. SCP-6292: I'm literally the Grim fuckin' Reaper! I've <hik> not had nearly enough to drink— MANAGER: I'm going to have to ask you to leave. SCP-6292 scoffs. SCP-6292: Are you fucking my balls here? <hik> Do you know how much shit I have to deal with so that you can prop— MANAGER: Either you leave, or I call the police and have them escort you into a prison cell. SCP-6292: This is just like 1984 by <hik> by Stephen King. [END LOG] Afterword: Local authorities arrived soon after to apprehend SCP-6292 for indecency and public intoxication. Authorities refused "being the grim reaper" as a valid reason for releasing SCP-6292 from custody. Instead it was released the next morning, following Foundation intervention. Update: By unanimous decision of the Foundation's Classification Committee it was later decided that any intervention with the entity or containment efforts should not be attempted due to them posing an inevitable threat of an ΩK-Class "End of Death" Scenario occurring. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6292" by JakdragonX and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6292. 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. File Name: death.jpg Source: Hugo Simberg Garden of Death License: Public Domain Author: Hugo Simberg Footnotes 1. A pub located in Chicago, United States.
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Item#: 6293 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6293-1 instance waiting for a car to pass so it can perform SCP-6293. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6293 is to focus on the dissemination of disinformation dismissing the activity as an instinctive form of predator avoidance1. Civilians reporting any SCP-6293 event involving over twenty (20) instances of SCP-6293-1 are to be detained, questioned, and amnesticized. Description: SCP-6293 is an anomalous activity engaged in by rodents of the order Sciuridae, most commonly the species Sciurus carolinensis2, Tamiasciurus hudsonicus3, and Tamias striatus4. Squirrels engaging in SCP-6293 (designated instances of SCP-6293-1) will wait on the curb or shoulder of a road until a vehicle approaches. Once it is near enough, the instance will dash into the road in front of the oncoming vehicle. At this point, the instance will either continue to cross the road, or, more commonly, double back on their tracks and dash back toward the side of the road they started from. Instances will often repeat this "doubling back" behavior up to five (5) times, depending on the distance and speed of the approaching vehicle, frantically rushing back and forth as if in indecision or occasionally even freezing in their tracks. Once the vehicle has passed, the instance will usually (>60% of observed events) return to the side of the road they started from. In contrast to their normally solitary nature, at least one other squirrel will often be present for performances of SCP-62935, although this is usually not observed by non-Foundation personnel encountering the phenomena. To date, the purpose of SCP-6293 remains unclear. The anomalous nature of SCP-6293 was first discovered by Junior Researcher Eustace Barro, a parazoologist working at Biological Research Site-104. Barro, a telepathic zoolinguist6, had recently been receiving training to increase his psionic abilities. On April 10, 2015, Barro arrived at work significantly more distressed than usual, and reported hitting a squirrel with his vehicle. While relating the story to a coworker, several details stood out as anomalous and were subsequently brought to the attention of Dr. Warren, Barro's supervisor, who interviewed Barro about the incident. The following transcript has been reconstructed from Junior Researcher Barro's account of the event, as well as footage from Barro's dashboard camera: At approximately 7:45 Junior Researcher Barro is driving along ████ Parkway, part of his normal morning commute. As he approaches a wooded area, he begins to hear a voice in his head. Voice: …and here it comes, folks! Four-thousand pounds of hurtling steel! Frank7 is waiting at the starting line: look at the confidence! Tail held high, ears back! Excellent form … he tenses … seven-hundred feet … six-hundred… Junior Researcher Barro begins to look around for the source of the voice. Voice: …three-hundred … two-hundred … he's cutting it close, folks! One-hundred—and he's off! An Eastern gray squirrel dashes in front of Barro's vehicle. Barro swerves into the left lane to avoid it, but at the last second the squirrel suddenly changes directions and disappears back into the plants on the right side of the road. Voice: A solid showing by Frank! A tad unambitious, maybe, but we wouldn't want a repeat of what happened to Marcia last year, would we, folks? The voice continues talking, and Barro slaps the side of his head. At this point, he notices the time and begins to accelerate. He briefly takes his eyes off the road, fumbling with a bag sitting in the passenger seat. Voice: And here we have Davey! Fresh off a career-low showing against Mortimer last fall, can he use this as an opportunity to redeem himself? (The voice pauses, and Barro reports hearing the faint and squeaky sound of cheering.) Sounds like he's still got some fans here! Barro pulls a bottle of Psilenol8 out of his bag, awkwardly unscrewing it while trying to keep one hand on the wheel. Voice: Davey is tensed like a spring! The crowd is waiting with bated breath! Not a sound to be heard! Four-hundred feet—and he's off like a shot! Another Eastern gray squirrel dashes out from the side of the road 120 meters in front of Barro's vehicle. Barro, preoccupied with shaking a pill out of the bottle, does not notice this. Voice: One! Two! Three! Four! Are you seeing this, folks? Are you seeing this? My god! He's going for the hextuple switchback! Barro succeeds in shaking a pill out of the bottle, and looks up as he raises it to his mouth. Barro: Holy shit! Barro simultaneously tries to swerve and brake. The still-open bottle flies out of his hand, scattering pills everywhere. Voice: Is he mad? He's trying another switchback folks! This is unprecedented!! This is—ooh. Barro's vehicle bumps slightly. Voice: That's going to leave a mark. A valiant attempt by Davey! Surely worthy of a place in the history books! Following this event, a team of parazoologists was assembled to study and document SCP-6293. Over the course of the next month, the team documented a total of 574 SCP-6293 events. In an attempt to better understand the cause of the behavior and ascertain what purpose it might have, if any, Dr. Warren authorized a six-month solo expedition by Junior Researcher Barro to make contact with instances of SCP-6293-1. The following is a log documenting the expedition's commencement: Date: May 15, 2015 Location: A small wooded park 10 kilometers north of Biological Research Site-104 (location classified) Attending Personnel: Dr. Ambrose Warren, Junior Researcher Eustace Barro, and two site staff. The two staff members finish unloading various supplies from the van and give them to Junior Researcher Barro. Barro shoulders his backpack and walks over to Dr. Warren. Dr. Warren: Are you ready for this, researcher? Junior Researcher Barro: I am, sir. Dr. Warren: You've got your food? Junior Researcher Barro: Yes sir. Dr. Warren: And your camping gear? Junior Researcher Barro: Yes sir. Dr. Warren: And your bug nets and insect repellent? Junior Researcher Barro: I have them, sir. Dr. Warren: Now, I expect regular reports. Once a day when possible, but no less than every third day. Is that clear? Junior Researcher Barro: Very clear, sir. Dr. Warren: Godspeed, son. Junior Researcher Barro: Thank you, sir. Barro salutes Dr. Warren and walks into the woods. Dr. Warren: (Wiping moisture from his one good eye) That's a fine lad. A fine lad. Junior Researcher Barro reported good progress for the first four weeks of the expedition. By June 9, he had managed to establish trust with the squirrels and had even been allowed to interview several instances of SCP-6293-1. However, his communications became increasingly irregular as the summer progressed, ceasing altogether following his report on July 7. After a week of no contact, a manhunt was launched but failed to locate Barro. Between September 21 and October 10 police in Alberta, Canada received multiple complaints about a naked individual matching Junior Researcher Barro's description running in front of cars, and one report of the individual attempting to bury acorns in a hole they had dug by hand in a resident's back yard. In all cases, the individual fled the scene before the arrival of law enforcement. After this was brought to the attention of Foundation agents embedded in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, a Foundation Asset Recovery Team was dispatched to locate and capture Junior Researcher Barro. On October 12, a Transcontinental Rigs semi-truck driver named Julian Lepetit reported a pedestrian collision near Coalhurst, Alberta. Emergency services were dispatched and found Junior Researcher Barro naked and in serious condition. Barro was taken to the Chinook Regional Hospital, where he was treated for 26 broken bones and several severe but not life-threatening internal injuries. The Asset Recovery Team arrived within two hours and took Barro into custody. In a post-incident interview, Lepetit claimed to have been driving along a wooded stretch of road when Junior Researcher Barro ran naked in front of his truck shouting "Witness me!" Lepetit swerved to avoid him, but at the last second Barro doubled back and was struck by the vehicle, flying 6 meters through the air and landing in the ditch. Following this interview, Lepetit was thanked for his cooperation and amnesticized. Since the incident, Junior Researcher Barro has given inconsistent accounts regarding his actions, alternately claiming that he was "deep undercover" and asserting that he is "king of the squirrels" and as such should be afforded diplomatic immunity. Footnotes 1. Ex: Arthur, Kate. "Ask a Redbird Scholar: What’s up with squirrels and cars?" Illinois State University News [Normal, Illinois], 21 Jan. 2016. 2. Eastern gray squirrel 3. American red squirrel 4. Eastern chipmunk 5. Up to five-hundred (500) have been documented to be present for some events, although this many is rare. 6. An individual capable of communicating with animals. 7. Junior Researcher Barro notes that the voice did not actually use the name "Frank". Quote: "But it felt like it was referring to a Frank. Do you know what I mean?" 8. A Psi-dampener prescribed to lessen the side effects of psionic amplification training. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6293" by G S Palmer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6293. 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: squirrel_cropped.jpg Name: Safely on the Curb Author: Tony Alter License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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/* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "Site-78"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "It's cold outside."; color: black; } Troutmaskreplica & SYTYCFanon Well, it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside Darker in the day than the dead of night Cold, cold, cold, cold inside Doctor, can you help me, 'cause something don't feel right? It's cold. Troutmaskreplica's author page SYTYCFanon's author page 4/6294 LEVEL 4/6294 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6294 keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Midwest Command N/A Flynn Gehenna Rho-98 ("Snow Misers") Chugwater, Wyoming, post SCP-6294. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6294 is currently under investigation, and efforts are underway to understand its nature and prevent its recurrence. Site-78 has been quarantined, and access to the site is restricted until further notice. Investigations into local phenomena in the town of Chugwater are ongoing, and the Foundation is working to monitor and contain any anomalous activity that may be related to SCP-6294. Description: SCP-6294 refers to the unusual event that occurred in Chugwater, Wyoming, resulting in Site-78 and the entire town being covered in a thick layer of snow. The snow, SCP-6294-A, possesses properties of heat resistance, with no melting point having been discovered as of yet. Evidence from recovered materials claims that SCP-6294-A was capable of movement at one point and was responsible for the disappearances of the townspeople, although no remains have been located at this time. The Foundation has been unable to determine the cause or the mechanism behind the event. Discovery: On 6/16/2025, Foundation Site-78 ceased communications with Midwest Command. Initially, it was believed to have been caused by the snowstorm reported in the area. However, after the storm dissipated, contact was still not established. Dr. Flynn Gehenna1 and MTF Rho-98 ("Snow Misers") were dispatched to Chugwater after further attempts to establish communication were unsuccessful. Dr. Gehenna's team found the town completely covered in SCP-6294-A with coverage ranging from 0.3 to 1.2 meters. Efforts to locate missing personnel and understand the nature of SCP-6294 are ongoing. Addendum 6294.01: Recovered Distress Call The following distress call was recovered from a black box at Site-78; it appears that the message was not received by any other site. MESSAGE TRANSMISSION Sender: Dr. Reginald Whitlock Recipient: All Foundation Sites Priority: Emergency Subject: Urgent Distress Call - Site-78 Incident Attention all Foundation sites, This is Reggie from Site-78. We are currently facing an emergency situation and require immediate assistance. I apologize for the urgency of this message, we're in danger. Okay, um… Approximately four? Three? Three hours ago, Site-78 was engulfed by an unprecedented snowstorm, resulting in the complete isolation of our facility. Multiple layers of thick snow have rapidly accumulated, effectively trapping us within the site. The snow itself isn’t melting. We got lighters, lanterns, blow torches, even some thermal anomalies, but nothing. We tried to get out, but the snow is just… It's too thick. This one janitor-his name was Brandon, I think. He got a large coat on and tried to flee, but he fell in the snow and it just… [Sounds of retching.] We pulled him back. We tried, when we did, his face… oh god, his face. It was just gone. The snow was just eating him away. Peeled like an orange. Thinking about it makes me… Jesus fuckin' Christ. [Heavy breathing.] Uh, our Scranton Reality Anchor is keeping it at bay, but it's not strong enough to fully keep it out. The books… the books are in storage, the other anomalies are still in their cells. The situation is rapidly deteriorating, and we have limited resources to sustain ourselves. Please, this is Reggie, signing- Shit, shit! It… It's in! It's moving in! Close the doors off immediately, get that thing away from me! Pl- TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED. Addendum 6294.02: Interview with Researcher Gregory Chudley Recovering and securing the anomalies within Site-78 was an utmost priority for MTF Rho-98 once the roads were cleared. During their initial sweep, Rho-98 discovered Research Greg Chudley barricaded within the break-room of the Parabiological Sciences department. No other staff members remained other than their uniforms. [Begin Log] [Researcher Chudley is seated at the interview table, appearing to be in a state of distress. His hair is unkempt and his lab coat has turned a shade of grey. Dr. Gehenna opens a can of Mountain Dew Kickstart and slides it toward him. Gehenna: Here, this should take the edge off. I've heard you are quite fond of this… stuff. [Chudley picks up the can and takes a drink.] Chudley: Thanks. I ran out of these some time ago. How long… how long was I in there? Gehenna: Fourteen days, give or take. I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner. None of your emergency communications made it off-site. [Chudley's expression turned to a scowl.] Chudley: You'd think a whole site going down would be a cause for alarm. Gehenna: Midwest Command assumed communications were down to the storm. There was a- Chudley: Wasn't in the budget? Didn't have the resources? Didn't give a shit? Yeah, I've heard all the excuses before. I bet the only reason you came down here was to ensure that the Set of Nine was secure. Gehenna: Those skips have been accounted for. But I’m more interested in what happened to your humanoids. Chudley: How would I know? The snow probably go to them. Johnston locked me in this room when that snow started getting into the Site. Told me I'd be safe 'cause of the SRA we have in here. Wait. Where is she? Is she ok? Gehenna: Researcher Johnston is MIA. I'm so sorry. [Chudley begins shaking his head.] Chudley: No. No. No. Richter? Lorri? Reggie? They can't all be- Gehenna: Gone. The snow that you mentioned, SCP-6294-A? We believe it has taken all of the Site-78 Staff. You’re the only man left standing in Chugwater. [Chudley slams his fist down onto the table.] Chudley: WHY DID IT TAKE YOU THIS LONG!? If someone at Midwest Command would of given a damn about us, Johnston would still be here! [Chudley begins breathing heavily.] Chudley: She should have been in this room, not me. She would know how to deal with this I just- I just deal with the little stuff. Gehenna: Chudley, I need you to calm down or I'll be forced to call for staff. Chudley: You expect me to be calm? My best friends might be dead, and I'm supposed to be calm?! Gehenna: I understand this is hard. I want to help, but I need more information to do that! [Chudley nods.] Chudley: sighs It was benign at first. This is Chugwater after all, snow falling into June isn't exactly the weirdest thing to happen here. But then it kept getting worse; snow was blocking roads, we were getting snowed in ourselves. Then we heard people were disappearing around town and then… it started moving. Gehenna: Moving? Chudley: Yeah, started busting through the windows and doors. We started losing people and began evacuating to the more secure parts of the facility. Johnston locked me in here and told me she'd be back for me once the coast was clear. [Chudley shook his head.] Chudley: Of course, she never came back and I started hearing a pounding against the door. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. [Chudley paused and looked solemnly at the table, tears are present in his eyes.] Chudley: I thought I heard her out there. So many times I wanted to open that door but I followed her lead like I always have. That noise lasted… I don't know, maybe it was a few days. Eventually, it just stopped. Gehenna: Do you know if any of your departments figured out the cause? Chudley: (quietly) Amaiyeha demands retribution. Gehenna: Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that. Chudley: I would check by the Chugwater Formation. I have reason to believe that the Formation could be a hub of anomalous activity. It's better than nothing. Gehenna: A hunch? I'm going to need a bit more than a hunch, Chudley. Chudley: You don't hear it in the air? When you get that chill from the wind? She's happy to be free. Gehenna: I… um…. I thought I heard something. She was released from there, wasn't she? [Dr. Gehenna is visibly startled as they stand up.] Gehenna: Thank you, Chudley. You understand that you'll need to be kept in the infirmary for a few days to monitor your vitals. I can't imagine subsisting on snack cakes and Fritos has done wonders for your health. Chudley: (chuckles) It's only slightly worse than my usual diet. Just let me know if you manage to find her. It won't be hard, she's everywhere after all. [End log] Afterward, Dr. Gehenna and Chudley were checked for Cognitohazardous and Infohazardous influences potentially belonging to SCP-6294. Dr. Gehenna and Chudley both passed the CRV evaluation and Gehenna was cleared to return to her work. Addendum 6294.03: SCP File The following file was discovered at Site-78. The file itself was heavily damaged, but the following was recovered. Item #: 6 94 Ob ct cl s: K e er S osed si ti g of S P-62 4 S cial C ainm Pr cedu : S P 94 Is un taina e. All bers of the of Ch r a t se h ter un l fu er ac on is po ble. D scr tio : SCP-6 is a kno om y ca g the of Ch ter, Wyom to be c med ck la r of sno T w is seem con ll a hum a m , it's ori is wn at the . S P- 94 is tempo ly ated wi ea h vi , al ou h it con ue to spre it lf oss t e to n. If SCP XX spr to o e loca , it m y be clas ied as Ap lyo . Addendum 6294.04: Recovered Journal from Excavation Site After confirming that Site-78 was secure, Dr. Gehenna's team turned their attention to the Chugwater Formation located outside of city limits. An investigation into the area uncovered an abandoned Oil drilling operation conducted by Noss Industries.2 The dig site itself was devoid of any survivors, with dozens of Noss uniforms left behind. Noss CEO Paul Sanalan was reported missing a day before Foundation personnel quarantined the dig site. Further investigation uncovered that Noss didn’t have the proper permits for drilling, as the Formation was protected land. From the indentations found at the site, Noss appeared to have uncovered an artifact. No artifact fitting the indentation could be located. The following excerpts are from a journal recovered from the Project Foreman's office after MTF Rho-98 cleared SCP-6294-A from the premises. Day 5 We had more protestors showing up at the Site today, railing against the company for apparently trampling on Native American land. I was taken aback by this claim; I was told we had a permit to drill in this area, so I took it up with Mr. Sanalan after security had gotten the crowd to disperse. Apparently, Noss isn't supposed to be here. Sanalan worked something out with the mayor to allow us to set up shop and he assured me that he would handle any trouble from locals who came by to complain. Greedy Bastard. If it wasn't for the pay I'd probably just hang up my hard hat and head home. This place is a pipe dream anyway I know the seismologists detected pockets of "something" under the ground, but scientists have mostly ignored this place for being worthless. What hope do we have to strike it big? We're in the middle of the ass end of nowhere. Nothing ever happens in Chugwater. I'll cap this entry off for now, we'll see where things go. Day 7 I was doing some research into the tribe that used to inhabit this land. The Mandan. It appears that this area was one of their ancestral homes, but they seemed to have abandoned it shortly before the settlers arrived. It's a little strange that they'd want this area protected, but none of them actually live here. Anyways, things have been continuing smoothly, but some of the drillers have been complaining about headaches. I think it might be humidity, this area is a little moist. The scans have detected a cave system not too far down from where we've been digging. Mr. Sanalan says if we break into the cave, we're to explore it before we go any farther. I don't know what he's playing at, but I assume he's thinking we might find something more than just oil out here. Day 9 Well, we made it into that cave system and it's quite extensive. I'd say we were wasting time trying to explore it, but Mr. Sanalan insisted that we search it. I'm starting to get a little worried for my guys. A lot of the ones that were reporting headaches have said that they're hearing voices. Specifically, they say it's a female voice telling them to come deeper into the caves. I chalked it up to stress and if it were up to me, I'd send them home. However, Mr. Sanalan is adamant that they're fine and keeps overriding my requests to keep them in the infirmary until they're better. I can't help but feel every day we're here that we really really aren't supposed to be here. Day 11 It happened. We lost two people. Michael and Alex have gone missing. We're frantically searching the damn caves, but no sign of them. Maybe they're just messing around, playing some sick joke. We found their jumpsuits outside the chamber at the center of the system. I bet they're waiting to jump out butt-naked and scare the crap out of us. But that's not even the most interesting thing to happen today, as fucked up of a segue that is. That chamber I mentioned had this big glowing stone inside of it and the room itself was extremely cold. Strangely, it seems that those who were hearing the voices stopped hearing them when they got closer to it. Mr. Sanalan had to leave the dig site for a couple days but he told us to load it up and bring it up to the surface, so up it went. I keep finding myself absentmindedly staring at it, there's something about it that's been bothering me. I can see something inside and I feel like it's staring back. Day 13 All hell broke loose. Everythin was fine until that rat bastard fuckin touched it. It had started to snow ystrdy, with a little powdr here and there. A little strange considerin it was the summr but not too uncommon for the Midwest. The reports of voices however hadn't stoppd and we didn't find Michael or Alex but Sanalan didn't care. When he got back all he wanted to do was see the stone. [ILLEGIBLE] That's when it happend. We'd all avoidd touchin the stone with our bare hands cause it was just so cold but he touchd it barehanded. When he did it startd to crack but it began suckin him inside of it, I don't even know how that was possible seein as it was solid. We tried to pull him away but the tug was too strong, we lost him and the stone shattered into a million pieces. Somethin remaind tho, the thing that had been starin at me; talkin to us thru our minds. I imm-diatly turnt tail and ran away as it scrmd in this unholy language that felt like it was burrowin into my skull. I still hear it dam it, feels like its coming from the air itself if that maks any sens. I kno it doesnt but I can hear its wrds echoing in my brain and in the cold air thats circulatn in my lungs. [ILLEGIBLE] I escaped to my offis and locked the door shut. I tried to call for help but nothin was workin, I couldnt get anything on my cell or the landline, meanwhile that snw had startd to intensify and I watchd from the wndows as it washed over my coworkers and stole them away. Its tappin at the wndows now and tryin the handle. The snow. I havent seen that creatur in days but this whole site is startin to fill up with snw. I cant even pic that damn thing, it was like. cold incarnate. I feel like my mind just made up a form for it caus I could hardly make out what it was. I'm likely not gonna survive much longer. I ran out of water about a day ago and theres no food in this room. I could giv into this godforsaken chantin nippin at my brain but I won't. If that thing takes me, I don't think I'll be in the afterlife to see my family som day. [ILLEGIBLE] I might not have much of a choice, I can hear the windows startin to crack a little. Regardlss if I peace out due to dehydration or not, I just want to say that I'm sorry we disturbed this land. Clearly the Mandan had every reason to abandon this place and now were paying the price. To my wife and my daughter Mandy. If you find this, know that daddy loves you and someday hopefully you'll see me again… in the… in the… snow Addendum 6294.05: Recovered Audio log The following recording was recovered from a cassette tape in the home of Allison Hodge, with the room it was discovered in being in heavy disrepair. Transcription Transcription [Sounds of heavy breathing] I hear it calling. It's… it's so… I hear it beckoning me in. My family left a day ago, and the snow is creeping in. Its call… Please, for the love of God, someone has to be out there. I can't die in here. It calls, it's like they're coming from inside my head, begging me to join them. [Pause.] "Join us in the snow," it says. "It's so nice. Your friends are out here! Your family… Your…" [Sounds of sobbing.] I've been trying to keep it away, but it just keeps piling up at my windows, at the door. I can hear it in my head. [Sobbing continues.] Please! Just let me go! I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Just let this snowfall end. Similar events have been reported in 12 other states in the past month. The entity described in the recovered documents has yet to be found. Footnotes 1. Dr. Gehenna is an on-call Essophysicist for SCPF Midwest with a specialty in anomalies embodying coldness. 2. Founded in 1995 by Paul Sanalan, Noss Industries is an energy company known for its attention-grabbing branding. They are currently responsible for 20% of the Oil drilling across the Midwest and are embroiled in several scandals due to accusations of unethical business practices and EPA violations ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6294" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6294. 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: cold.png Name: Early morning, blizzard still in progress (8471401994).jpg Author: Sayamindu Dasgupta License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Early_morning,_blizzard_still_in_progress_(8471401994).jpg Filename: frozen.png Name: Blizzard CYCB.jpg Author: CambridgeBayWeather License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blizzard_CYCB.jpg
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Image from story infected by SCP-6295. Item #: SCP-6295 Special Containment Procedures: All books containing instances of SCP-6295 should be removed from circulation, with amnestics distributed to any readers as appropriate. Research into commonalities between SCP-6295 manifestations and possible methods to prevent instances from appearing in newly published stories is ongoing. Description: SCP-6295 is an anomalous phenomenon associated with the Serpent’s Hand that manifests as a supernatural snake of varying species appearing within a work of fiction. Multiuniversal analysis has determined that SCP-6295 typically manifests in works of fiction in which a snake already appears, “hijacking” the plot and text in order to aid the Serpent’s Hand. Any subject who reads a work of fiction in which SCP-6295 appears will invariably be approached by a member of the Serpent’s Hand (hereafter SCP-6295-A) within 72 hours of completing the work, provided that the following criteria are met: The person believes in the existence of supernatural phenomena The person’s psychological profile is such that they would not attack or otherwise show hostility to supernatural entities present within the Wanderer’s Library The person is unhappy with their life and desires a change to it Once approached, SCP-6295-A will ask the subject if they are interested in visiting the Wanderer’s Library. If they reply in the affirmative, the nearest door will be opened by SCP-6295-A and both it and the subject will walk through the door and enter the Library. Owing to the ease and frequency with which ordinary civilians could access the anomalous world if SCP-6295 is left uncontained, its containment is a high priority. Addendum 6295.A: Example of SCP-6295 Infected Literature: The following excerpt is provided as an example of SCP-6295 infection. It has been examined and determined to be non-anomalous and clear of SCP-6295 infection by SCP-6295 researchers.or has it ;) see you soon! Work: The Rover Boys Shipwrecked by Arthur M. Winfield (1924) Estimated interference begins on page 189. Infected text in italics. The three Rovers were alarmed, and with good reason. Such a snake at liberty on the deck of the water-logged steam yacht would be a constant source of danger. “Are you positive you saw him, Randy?” questioned Jack. “Positive!” was the ready reply. “Gee, but he was a big one, too!” “Maybe we’d better warn the others,” broke in Fred. “That snake may go right after Andy or Small if they happen to be down on the deck.” “I’m going out, snake or no snake!” came from the young major. “Wait! Let’s get those hatchets and axes we saw back there,” cried Fred, and ran back, to return a minute later with two axes and a fair-sized hatchet. Carrying these weapons ready for use, the three Rover boys mounted the runway cautiously. At first they saw nothing on the deck. Then Fred pointed excitedly to the wreckage at the bow. “There he is!” he cried. “There he goes under those boards!” “What are you yelling about?” came from Andy. He and the lanky sailor were still resting on the top of the cabin. “It’s a big snake,” answered Jack. “He got loose and just came up a runway. There are a whole lot of them down below, in a big wire cage.” “If we only had guns we could take a shot at that snake!” exclaimed Randy. “I’m sure we could soon blow him to pieces.” “I’m going to take a shot of another kind!” exclaimed Fred, and, aiming as carefully as he could, he threw the hatchet with all the force he could command. It was a light and sharp affair, and as the bright steel circled through the air the boys saw the snake stare at the hatchet and, somehow, cause it to stop where it was right in the middle of the air. It fell to the ground with a thud as the Rover boys stared at the snake in shock. “I am…sorry…to frighten you,” the snake said. “It’s talking!” Jack exclaimed. “What’s going on?” “There is no need…to be afraid. I have come to deliver…a message.” “What kind of message?” The boys didn’t know what to think, but Randy decided he wanted to hear what the snake had to say. “Your…story. It is…a beautiful one. But there are…many…like it.” “You’re not making any sense!” “You…will…find out…if you wish.” The snake’s eyes glowed a bright yellow for a moment, and the air above the ship became a Way. From there, the three Rover boys decided it was time to visit the Library. [Additional text is restricted to Level 3 Researchers.]pay no attention to the ebook being added to your laptop…or maybe do? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6295" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6295. 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: SCP-6295.jpeg Author: W.S. Rogers License: Public Domain (published 1924, author died in 1937) Source Link: Project Gutenberg Text: The Rover Boys Shipwrecked (1924) Author: Arthur M. Winfield [Edward Stratemeyer] License: Public Domain (published 1924, author died in 1930) Source Link: Project Gutenberg
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Welcome User: Matthew Seward You are currently editing SCP-6297. Previous revisions were saved on: 06/04/2022 SCP-6297 — Provisional Documentation: Photo taken by Dept. of Presumptive Divination personnel, 28/03/2022. Item #: SCP-6297 Special Containment Procedures: An investigation into potential anomalous phenomena related to SCP-6297 is underway; this inquiry has been assigned to representatives from Site-184's Dept. of Presumptive Divination..This Department specializes in the practical employment of ritualistic divination for threat identification, containment integrity, and mitigation of ideal-probability-variance. They have been assigned to SCP-6297 due to the apparent similarity between the event and ritualistic practices performed by members of the Department. Description: SCP-6297 refers to a homicide that occurred on 28/03/2022, within a university library in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Initial reports indicate a possible thaumaturgical ritual occurred proceeding, during, or immediately following this event. Additional information will be amended to this file as the investigation continues. SCP-6297 — 29/03/2022: The following is an excerpt from Matthew Seward's (Dept. of Presumptive Divination) 'Divination Log',.A journaling device used to assist diviners in interpreting and analyzing potentially prognostic phenomena. entered shortly after his examination of SCP-6297, alongside Madame Laurier, the Director of the Dept. of Presumptive Divination. Divination Log: March 29, 2022 Foreword: In this role, you come to see death as a window to look through. It's something that's already there, before you start gazing at the true subject, what's really important. It doesn't feel like that anymore. I've been asked to share this log entry due to the investigation into SCP-6297. However, some additional contextualization may be appropriate. When divining one looks for signs in phenomena that indicate (or more accurately reflect), likely future outcomes: omens. Our role is to know what is significant, and then what that significance means. To do that, we train ourselves to absorb as much information as possible in a given moment, analyze it, and retain that knowledge to refer to. This 'Divination Log,' is primarily a tool to assist with that. For the sake of documenting the anomaly, however, I've included peripheral information preceding and following my encounter that would normally be irrelevant to the log. We didn't speak much as we drove into Halifax, but that wasn't unusual. I'd never known Mme Laurier to partake in small talk, even when it would have put people at ease. It wasn't until she'd parked the car and the headlights were off that I brought up what was on my mind: "If this was a murder, why are we here?" She didn't respond as she got out of the car and started making her way to the library. The building was squat and low to the ground — grand though: stonework and soft light spilling into the night from the arched windows. There was a cop at the entrance, Mme Laurier spoke to him for a moment. As the man held the door for us, the smell hit me first: acidic and metallic, the smell of recent death and daily work. It lingered in the air, heavier than I was used to; as we turned into the reading room you could almost taste it. Scent gets into you like that. Sight and sound, there's the barrier of experience between you and it — they affect your body but don't violate it — scent is intimate, you take it in, it's transgressive. It unnerved me how familiar that taste had grown, especially as we turned into the reading room. The first thing I saw was the blood. It caught the light — held it, splintered it into crimson hues, memories of violence. It laid across the floor in concentric rings. In the center was the body: a shriveled thing, curled in on itself. The frightening part was seeing the meaning of it, or at least recognizing the intention. The forms were akin to that of a disembowelled goat. I had committed such an act: read the future from the cooling entrails, wrung prognostication from bloodied bodies. The crime before me was the same. In that collapse of action and actor, I felt guilt and nausea, something in me resonated with the scene before me, and I recoiled from it. I turned, gagging, needing to steady myself at the nearby table. When I could stand Mme Laurier was beside me. "Do you understand now?" she asked. I nodded. "Not yet. Not everything, look closer, for what eludes you." I steadied myself reluctantly, willing another glance. I dissociated, I admit, I looked at the scene before me as I would blood in the bowl: frozen in time, divorced from what was once life. I looked at the angle, the forms, the shapes. Not just the future had been extracted from this array, something else was missing, taken. Mme Laurier bent towards the floor, letting the tip of a finger drag against the blood. She approached me, and before I could react placed it against my forehead. My vision split. I saw the room not as it was, but as it had been. I felt an unbridled need grab my being: a coveting, a hunger for substance. Before me was a source. I reached out and it quivered in recognition to my will. I unspooled it into red current in the air. I tasted the events that brought about this moment and sucked the marrow from a rapidly narrowing future: sweet as a dying star, immensity distilled to a single point. And then I was in the present, stumbling on my hands and knees, my skin clammy and breath shaking. I looked up at Mme Laurier, disgusted by the revelation of what had happened, of what I had been. She offered me her hand. I took it as I rose and she spoke to me. "We look for ripples, movements in the currents, signals of the streams ahead. But just as what will be affects what is, so does what was. Something came here, looking up and down the river's flow: for the future and the past, held in the body, in the blood." I answered, seeing where she was going. "And it found it? Whatever it was looking for?" "No, not quite" she corrected. "It wasn't here to look for a future and the past, it fed upon it." SCP-6297 — ADDITIONAL CONTEXT — VAMPIRISM: An Account of the Vampire: With Apologies to Buffy & Van Helsing Dr. Harper, Dept. of Ficto-Critical Mythology. An Introduction: In Bram Stroker's seminal vampiric text, Dracula — unlike many of its adaptations and reinterpretations — the reader knows very little of the titular character. We learn, as the text progresses, his strengths, weaknesses, and desire for English blood, but we are never given an emotional appeal to his past — tragic or otherwise — or what he intends to do, aside from continuing to spread the plague of vampirism and satiate his endless appetite. It may be presumed that this is a result of the structure of the work itself. Dracula is, after all, a series of documents assembled by the ambitious vampire hunters: a dossier on Dracula's crimes that does not leave room for a sympathetic, self-reflective, or human villain. However, this depiction draws attention towards an important characteristic shared between this literary creature of the night and the entities we, The SCP Foundation, have colloquially designated as vampires. The vampire is fundamentally a creature of the present; it only exists in relation to the immediate moment in time it occupies, at that moment. Driven by base desires, the vampire does not relate ontologically to its own past or future. While the creature may be cunning: capable of orchestrating and executing predatory plans and drawn-out seductions, the purpose and intent of said actions are intimately related to its grounded relation to the present. Vampires are inhuman, not due to their actions but their fundamental relationship to the experience of time. However, it is extrapolated that this existence is not one of contentedness. The vampire ever-grasps at that which it cannot have: the very experiences of past and future it is defined in opposition of. Blood, ever-symbolic, occupies a physical manifestation of this craving. Although the exact nature of this relationship is unclear, the relation of blood to the past — often expressed in relation to family lineages — and the future is reiterated time and time again. Behind the Veil, blood is a demonstrated vector essential to the time-crossing magics of the Daevites, and occupies ritual significance among various thaumaturgical groups. In this framework, blood is not merely 'the life;' it is a manifestation of the experiences of life, and the ongoing will, desire, and ability to live — it is the antithesis of the vampire, who craves it in recognition of its absence. This is the source of their thirst — for even the finest wines and appetites of the flesh offer only pleasures in that moment. Blood, in contrast, provides the vampire with a taste of the infinite, of the impossible and transcended: something to die for, to kill for. […] SCP-6297 — 30/03/2022: Divination Log: March 30, 2022 We went to the victim's dorm room today, Mme Laurier and I. It was a single room on campus, the Don let us up the staircase, chattering on all the while about how horrible the whole thing had been. They'd closed the library, had to bring in specialists who could clean it — wasn't exactly facilities' typical work. I wasn't sure what to expect when he fished an electronic key from his pocket and swiped it against the handle: maybe some sort of echo of the scene I'd seen the previous day. As the door swung open, the first thing that struck me was how normal it felt. A single room, with a cookie-cutter bedframe, messy sheets, a few posters and personal touches, but a transitory space. Beneath the rotation of personalities over the year, there was a sense of identity here. For the most part, its occupants went through the same cycles of love and heartbreak, stress and regret — not its most recent one though. Mme Laurier told the Don we'd need a moment. She'd introduced us as detectives, but that wasn't a profession I'd signed up for. When the door shut she told me to look for something personal, a diary if there was one. I glanced around the mess of notebooks and school supplies: some novel was facedown on the desk and the small shelf was piled with books. I was going to make a comment about not knowing where to start, when suddenly I did: in the lower drawer of the bedside table. I stooped down, pulling out a grey-covered and dog-eared book. As I touched it, my vision shifted. I was sitting on the bed, writing in it, the details were fleeting. I was stressed, I can recall that, but nothing more of substance. I tried to push forward in my mind and felt myself skip like a stone through flat water. It touched down again, on the other side of something. I was in a hundred places at once: in the dining hall, walking to class, taking notes — and then one: the library and those other presences faded into the definitive. The branches of the future — my future, or this future — were being tripped off the tree, reduced to a pole. I stumbled, unsteady on bended knee. Thrust back into the room, I rose to my feet and handed the journal to Mme Laurier. I didn't want to hold it any longer than I needed to. She asked what had happened, and I responded as well as I could. She flipped through the book as I spoke, and set it down on the bed as I finished. I asked if we'd need it for the investigation. "Not anymore" she answered. SCP-6297 — SR_02 | 31/03/2022: MTF Iota-3 — 31/03/2022 SURVEILLANCE Report: FOREWORD: Following the events of 29/03/2022, Mme Laurier requested Foundation Personnel, Matthew Seward be placed under covert surveillance. Mobile Task Force Iota-3 ("Neighbourhood Watch") is responsible for this ongoing initiative. The following Surveillance Report details an event occurring on 31/03/2022. 03:02: Subject becomes restless in bed, rolling back and forth and pushing the covers off its body. 03:20: Subject appears to rise from the bed. The individual's eyes remain closed, and they appear to begin sleepwalking. The subject approaches the room's window and draws back the curtain. Rain is seen softly falling against the glass. 03:35: Subject places both hands against the pane of the window. They begin vocalizing unintelligible, which continues for several minutes. 03:38: As seen in the reflection of the subject in the glass, one eye opens. It appears to make prolonged eye contact with the covert camera installed in the lighting fixture. MTF Iota-3 is placed on intervention-standby, as a precaution should the entity display hostile anomalous behavior. 03:42: The subject's open eye closes, and the individual moves toward the bed. At some point within the previous 40-minutes, the subject suffered a laceration on its left hand; blood trails onto the bedsheet as the individual lies down and covers themselves. 04:18: Surveillance personnel from MTF Iota-3 note an unusual outline in the reflection of the room's window — mirroring the form of the subject. This form becomes harder to determine over the period of 5 minutes, due to the ongoing rain. AFTERWORD: Due to the recorded events, surveillance personnel responsible for monitoring Matthew Seward placed a request for his temporary detainment to ascertain the validity and nature of the potential anomalous phenomena displayed. This request has been vetoed by Mme Laurier, Director of the Dept. of Presumptive Divination. As such, Matthew Seward is permitted to continue his regular duties and responsibilities under persistent surveillance. SCP-6297 — 03/04/2022: Divination Log: April 3, 2022 While, in fiction, dreams are recurringly depicted as prognostic, in truth they are noticeably unreliable. Dreams are complex manifestations of the human psyche; trying to unwind what significance is imparted upon them from the future, and what is manufactured by the brain's mundane chemical reactions is a fool's errand. Dreams lack substance and depth, unlike blood and bones. The physical world has a set baseline, something that can be changed by temporal influences, and in turn, read by those who know where and when to look. But even knowing this, sometimes you can't help but read significance behind them. Lately, I've been having dreams of blood. They start with me before a copper vessel. In it, liquid seeps from cooling entrails. I start to examine them, pick apart their meaning, but I see myself in the reflection — altered in the slippery distortions of metal and blood, but still me. I reach towards it, and the mirrored, reddened hand moves towards me. Our fingers touch on the surface and I push through, breaking the tension. In response, the dripping hand slides up my arm. I force it in deeper, and the warmth radiates along my forearm beneath the liquid's surface. A heat echoed by the touch of the wet hand upon my upper arm, and the drips that run across my bare skin. The foreign, familiar hand slides up to cup my neck. It goads me on, to push in further, more completely. Slipping forward into the vessel, my elbow disappears into its depth. The hand creeps further along my body. It touches gently upon my face. Where it passes, it leaves behind its ichor; the wet mass of it drips down my front, I can feel the movement of the heat as trickles, pools, and diverges. I push again. I know there's something there for me, something to reach. My body twists as I press my shoulder to the rim of the dish. The hand emergent is on my cheek, pulling me inwards, further. I let it take me. My face is against the surface now, two slick fingers slip between my lips and tug at my jaw. I let it open me and the blood pools in. The taste is sweet and familiar. It takes me under. And I wake up. I've spoken to Mme Laurier about these dreams — and about the murder, but she's been dismissive. She's taking the lead on the case and suggested the dreams were a consequence of the fugue state I entered. Apparently an individual uninitiated with seeing the past, particularly someone else's, will often suffer from hallucinations as their brain attempts to insert the memories into its existing chronology. I can understand what she's saying, but it doesn't feel right. I'm going to keep monitoring it. SCP-6297 — Requisition Order — 03/04/2022: SITE-184 — REQUISITION ORDER: 🝩 CRUCIBLE-CLASS RESTRICTED THAUMATURGICAL MATERIALS Requesitioned Materials: Copper Vessel, 15 Liter, Divining Rod, metal, 2 feet, Chalk, 98% minimum calcium carbonate, Vellum, calfskin, 2 rolls, O-Negative Blood, human, 2x500ml bags, Antiseptic Bandages, Haematomantic bloodletting equipment, sterile. Requesition Iniator: Mme Laurier. Status: APPROVED SCP-6297 — 04/04/2022: Divination Log: April 4, 2022 I haven't been sleeping well. I wake at night, uncomfortable in unfamiliar poses. I'll rouse myself, captured in the stillness of movements that weren't my own: contortions of form that feel wrong, foreign. I've taken to drawing the curtains, as waking up in those moments, with the half-glow of moonlight draping across the bed makes my skin crawl. It's as though I'm behind a silver shroud, one that's been pulled over me, suffocating me — but so imperceptibly fine it feels like a trick of the light, until it tightens around my throat. I wish I could attribute the things I see in my waking hours — on my work — to that. Trying to divine the future is inconsistent, the interplay of temporal influence and its ripples in the present lack solidity: you won't always see the same omen twice. You throw the bones, time and time again, and read different signs in their fall. You watch the blood as it pools, traces the winding curves of the vapours, and the meaning you gleam twists and shifts on a repeated attempt. You have to trust yourself, in your ability to get it right the first time, because repetition isn't the way to clarity; this is pre-scientific for a reason. So the fact I've spent the better part of the day casting the bones over and over, and prodding entrails across the metal curvature of the vessel just shows how desperate I am. But maybe that's appropriate, given that they keep offering the same fortune: death. Not an abstracted notion of death as the lurking threat of finality; I've seen a very specific death. My death. It lurks in the reflection of the cooling blood, in the twists of smoke and smog, in the fall of sticks and stone. Normally, the influence of the future is subtle — it whispers to the present in soft syllables. But this is an iron-clad promise, a guarantee of impending unbeing. I've seen the consistent dissolution of self. But it's not the potential for death that worries me, it's that I can't see beyond it. The harder I look: for legacy, memory, lasting influence, I'm met with nothing. A cessation so total in its absolution, a reduction of the future. It's a wall, between me and what will be. I've struggled with uncertainty — seen that as a natural consequence of this art, but this is something else, other, a consuming darkness, tethered to a moment in time, unknowable but inevitable. Death will come, that great veil will slide over me, and what I am now will be no more. I write this as fact, intrinsic. Maybe in doing so, I can escape oblivion, offer just the smallest fragment of self to endure. I'm not optimistic. SCP-6297 — ADDITIONAL CONTEXT — VAMPIRISM-Cont: Selected Excerpt: Letter from an unknown writer, to Antoine Augustin Calmet, dated 1742. I have heard tell through our mutual scholarly circles that you intend to compile a Great Work, exploring in part the rumours and reports of monstrous beings, such as the ungodly Vampyre. I would be remiss if I did not enclose my experience with these and other horrors. I have often considered publishing these journals myself, but fear censor from the misunderstanding public that is apt to conflate forwarning with proof of involvement. Therefore, I leave my accounts in trust to you, dear Sir, in hopes that they may offer a first-hand account to inform your own great text. I assure you, upon my ever-lasting soul, the details I recount are honest experiences. It is by the Grace of God alone that I have endured these encounters and now write to you. I feel it pertinent to inform you that much commonly known about these creatures is based in misunderstanding and superstition. I know not how these beings transgress the laws to which man is bound, only they must do so in allowance with our Lord; to suggest otherwise would be to ascribe to them the capacity to reshape His World, which is a blasphemy that cannot be. Indeed, much of their nature aligns more with the accounts of His Angels than the predatory beasts encountered throughout this broad world — it might be that they are those fallen Angels, thrust into Hell, now freed by His Will to enact His Judgment against us sinners. But I move too hastily, at present, it is worth summarizing the common motives and methods I have seen employed by the Vampyre and its ilk. The Vampyre is not a creature of flesh and substance, as are we. They are immaterial and by-choice imperceptible: they move upon gossamer strands and through shadow — sometimes here, sometimes there. To track a Vampyre is to hunt moonlight, and only the most Holy Objects, endowed with a Blessed affiliation with the Lord, Our God, may hope to effect such a creature. Their method of predation is perverse, yet predictable. Their victim receives their mark, having through their actions, thoughts, or deeds, sinned against the Lord, and thus permitted the creature to enter and suffuse their body. In this moment of possession, it must be assumed the Immortal Soul departs from the body — as it does upon natural death, to face His Judgement. The Vampyre thus occupies the once-human and may act in its victim's voice and movements for some time. It will soon become reclusive, and find for itself a lair or dark place, from which to consume the blood of the victim. This act, I presume works to remind us through perverse mimicry of the great sacrifice of the Son of God — who gave to us His Body and His Blood, so that we may be cleansed of our sins and, God Willing, live eternal life in His Glory. While one is the greatest of sacrifice for our mortal kind, the former is an act done in lust and greed. The Vampyre, having made of its victim a feast, departs the body, which then — lacking its animating Soul — suffers the effects of decay, and may thus be buried with Christian Rites. There are accounts of the Vampyre being dissatisfied with the consumption of its initial host, and thus remaining within its form, seeking the blood of other living, innocent souls. I am unsure as to the validity of this claim, or if the presence of the Vampyre leads those more impressionable minds who cannot ascertain the nature of its predation to see dangers behind every corner. In these following documents, I offer my accounts of these creatures in hopes that may assist you in the work you endeavour to complete. Your Friend, [The following text had been obfuscated.] By the Grace of God. SCP-6297 — Site Security Statement — 06/04/2022: SITE-184 — SITE SECURITY STATEMENT: FOREWORD: The following transcription was taken from an oral report given by Site-184 Security personnel, Jim Ardmore. Mr. Ardmore was questioned following the events of 05/04/2022, during which he was stationed at Site-184's gatehouse. In particular, the relevant event refers to the return of Mme Laurier to the site, accompanied by the deceased corpse of Matthew Seward; both individuals had departed earlier in the day to consult with a thaumaturgical specialist. Jim Ardmore: Yes, I do recall the individuals leaving the site. When Mme Laurier was leaving she informed me that she had received permission to take restricted thaumaturgical materials off-site. I checked, and all the relevant approvals had been given, so I waved them through. I didn't notice anything particular at the time. Mr. Seward looked a little tired perhaps, but I didn't really have the opportunity to speak to him, I'm not sure if I'd have thought to ask anything if I had, either. Jim Ardmore: I noticed something was off as they — she — returned to the site. They'd left around noon, and were coming in towards the end of my shift, I think about eight o'clock, the security log will have the exact time. Anyway, I could see that only Mme Laurier was in the front seat as they drove up. I assumed she'd just dropped Mr. Seward off at home, and was returning the materials. Jim Ardmore: As they returned, I saw that she was covered in blood. I'm ex-military, and I've seen friends of mine bleeding out, but this was absurd, some Tarantino-stuff, the whole front of her clothing was covered in it, splashed up into her hair, I was about to call for medical — thinking there'd been some sort of car accident and the adrenaline was keeping her conscious when she started speaking, really calmly. She told me she'd need my help in the truck, it didn't seem like she was in shock, just weirdly calm. I followed her around back as she got out, and I could tell it was mostly dried on her, with some wet, slick splotches in her hair. As she popped the truck, I knew the blanket-wrapped lump could only be a body. At this point, I started moving back and told her to remain where she was. She leaned against the side of the car, and told me I'd just be wasting all of our time. Jim Ardmore: I radioed for backup, and once they were there, we searched her and the car: the thaumaturgical materials had been used, and we put two-and-two together. One of us marched her to Head-Camp, and the rest of us brought the body to medical. I was there when they unwound the sheets, it was Mr. Seward, that much was clear. His skin was pale-white though and shriveled. I got sent home after that. Word is Mme Laurier was cleared. I don't know what happened, and quite frankly I don't even want to guess. ATTENTION Date: 11/04/2022 User: Matthew Seward You are viewing documents attached to this file prior to 09/04/2022; you have approved one (1) additional attachment, and have one (1) outstanding attachment pending approval. SCP-6297 — [NEW ATTATCHMENT - UPLOADED 11/04/2022]: Divination Log: April 9, 2022 So obviously by the nature of me writing this, it should be clear I'm not dead. Not currently dead, that is; it's a hard thing to wrap your head around. I suppose I should start from when we left the Site. Mme Laurier had told me we were consulting with a specialist, something we do occasionally when we're looking for a particular expertise to suit our own. We arrived at the woman's house, a member of a local coven, the "VVicked VVitches" that Mme Laurier had known for a long time. I know I was introduced, but I'm not sure about her name — a lot of the details from that day are fuzzy now. They asked me to read through the library there, double-checking the dates for an augury ritual we were trying, while they set up. I didn't notice anything unusual until I stepped into the room. When you're trained to notice things, to capture minute details, you get accustomed to reading a situation. As I walked in, before I could even process what I was seeing, some part of me — deep and animalistic — was commanding me to run, to turn. The floor was covered in chalk circles, radiating from the copper vessel. It was dim with only the flickering of candlelight. The scene before me radiated with this absolute sense of power and presence. Sometimes, you get a clearer sense of the future or the possibility of the future. Things respond to observation, that's as fundamental a principle in magic as quantum physics. I knew what was happening here wasn't just looking, it was something more intentional, more direct. I stamped down that flight response, and took a moment to ask what was happening. As I did so, there was this flash of sliver in the corner of my vision, and I found I couldn't speak. I raise my hand to my neck and it came away wet, in that moment, my body started to come undone. I could feel the blood trickling down, swelling. It wasn't just bleeding, it was being pulled out of my, summoned forward. That feeling of your veins pulsating involuntarily, expelling the very substance keeping you alive, it was like there was something inside me, living and alien, trying to escape. I fell forward, onto my knees. A hand on the back of my head moved me towards the vessel. I could see into it as the blood-filled it. I watched my life leaving my body, pooling into a reflection that was and was not me. The only thing I could think, as I slid out of consciousness, my eyes locked on the figure in the reflection, was how grateful I was not to be it. The next thing I knew was bright lights — the unmistakable glare of a hospital. I tried to sit up, but couldn't move, My neck and chest were locked in place. I glanced around, recognizing the Site-184 medical ward. I tried to speak, eliciting only a broken croak. It was enough to bring someone over, leaning into my vision was those piercing eyes of Mme Laurier. I should have been terrified, but I was calm. I don't know why. After a moment she began to speak. "I am sorry, for what you have suffered by my hand. Were there any other option, I'd have taken it." I swallowed, and tried to speak, managing only a single word: a question, "dead?" "Yes." She answered, "I spoke to you of the vampire, a being of the present, of hunger, and of blood. It had you, was draining you slowly but surely. When it was done — if it sensed a threat — we'd have lost it again." "To kill it was to kill the present. To kill the present was to kill you, body and mind. We slit your throat to bleed you dry: a lamb to slaughter." I tried to respond, "buh—" She rested her hand on my arm, softly. "Easy. You will speak in time. Yes, you died, and yes you lived. You understand the river of time, know to look at how the rapids downstream affect the current where you are. We pushed you — your awareness — further along, down the river. You found safe passage home, once your body drifted along to where you were, to the now." "The threat has passed, washed away, and now it is only you who remains. You must rest." I wanted to protest, to question, to understand this act that defined my knowledge and experience. Such a thing couldn't be possible, and yet here I was. But fatigue overtook me and I drifted off. I started writing this when I woke up. The whole experience feels unreal, othering. I wanted to make some lasting account of it, even though I want to forget it as well. I don't know what it means, that I was dead and now live. I don't know what matters more: the progression of my body through time, or my consciousness of that fact. I suppose in the end of the day, it doesn't matter. I'm here again, and there's still work to do. ATTENTION Date: 11/04/2022 You have one (1) remaining file, pending attachment approval: Preview: Divination Log: April 11, 2022 I was worried I'd forget what happened entirely; suffer the obscuration of fact to unbelievable myth. It hasn't happened yet through. And I don't think it will, not with this reminder on my flesh. It wrings around my neck, this angry scar. Whenever I look in the mirror, it's there. I can't help but think of the first time I watched Mme Laurier open up a goat: the same practiced moves that slit me open. I can picture that moment: where the interior and the exterior meld in a red outpouring. I went back to work today. I drew the blood from a corpse again. I thought about how I lost the ability to act, to protest, to fight when it happened to me. I may as well have been dead myself, maybe that was the point. I let the blood pool into the vessel, keeping the entrails within the carcass. It flattened and shone, smooth and even in the dim light. I leant forward, looking for meaning. What I found was an absence, I knew it intrinsically, although I couldn't tell of what. Then revelation unveiled itself: there was no reflection, no mirrored image of myself looking out. No gaze met my own, just the flat, red expanse. I was horrified. Not for what wasn't there, but because I realized I could bring it back. That the not-self hasn't dissolved, it was hidden in its absence. I only had to reach for it. Would you like to approve this file for attachment? YES — NO You have selected: NO. The pending file will be removed, and approved changes will be saved. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6297" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6297. 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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Item#: 6299 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6299. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6299 is to be stored in a 10 by 10 meter animal containment cell at Site-104. SCP-6299 is not to be outside the influence of a Scranton Reality Anchor at any time save for testing purposes. SCP-6299 is to be fed 2 servings of 6299-Designated Dog Food daily (See Researcher Tailor for details). Playing with SCP-6299 is to be carried out daily to ensure that it is in healthy physical and mental condition. Description: SCP-6299 is a male Australian Cattle Dog weighing approximately 15 kilograms. SCP-6299 is an avid reality bender and experiences an internal Hume reading of approximately 160 Humes. When not bound by a Scranton Reality Anchor, SCP-6299 expresses the ability to instantaneously teleport to nearby locations, manifest objects seemingly at random, and perform other anomalous actions such as levitation and material manipulation. SCP-6299's range of influence appears to be about 100 meters. SCP-6299 has an amiable and playful demeanor and often requires interaction from personnel. It is unclear if SCP-6299 has active control over its reality bending abilities. Training to potentially harness SCP-6299's abilities is pending. Access Test Log Access Granted Date: February 23, 2017 Procedure: To test SCP-6299's control over its abilities, it was left supervised in its testing chamber for 30 minutes. Results: SCP-6299 spent most of the 30 minute time frame attempting to play with the supervision personnel. At random intervals, however, it, as well as some of its toys that were placed in the chamber, teleported to other locations within its chamber and slightly levitated about 10 centimeters above the floor. Analysis: SCP-6299, when left to its own devices, appears to passively reality bend. It is unclear if SCP-6299 has control over its abilities and is using them to play, or if the reality bending is random. Date: February 28, 2017 Procedure: To test how it interacts with other dogs, SCP-6299 was left in its testing chamber with 5 other non-anomalous dogs. Results: SCP-6299 played with the other dogs in an expected manner. After approximately 10 minutes, SCP-6299 and one of the non-anomalous dogs teleported across the length of the chamber. The non-anomalous dog expressed fear and ran to one of the researchers. SCP-6299 ran to the researcher as well, appearing to want to continue playing. Analysis: SCP-6299 has the ability to teleport living organisms. Date: March 6, 2017 Procedure: To potentially control SCP-6299's abilities, a Milk-Bone dog treat was placed in a steel box in front of SCP-6299. Results: SCP-6299 scratched at the box with its paws for approximately 3 minutes. It then walked to the opposite side of its testing chamber and stared at the box for a few seconds. Then, the treat instantaneously disappeared from the box and reappeared in front of SCP-6299. SCP-6299 then consumed the treat. Analysis: SCP-6299 appears to have control over its abilities. Further tests are to be conducted. Date: March 7, 2017 Incident: When training personnel entered SCP-6299's containment cell, many large crumbs appearing to be remnants of Milk-Bone dog treats were found on SCP-6299's bed. When security footage was combed, it was found that SCP-6299 managed to teleport approximately 10 Milk-Bone treats from the box they were stored in to its chamber. Follow-up: SCP-6299 was reprimanded using a spray-bottle filled with tap water. SCP-6299 reacted negatively. Analysis: It seems that SCP-6299 can teleport items that it does not know the precise location of. Date: March 10, 2017 Procedure: SCP-6299 was placed on the floor of its testing chamber. A training personnel was perched on top of a large box that SCP-6299 could not reach. Results: After scratching the box with its paws, SCP-6299 jumped into the air and proceeded to float upward as if it were weightless. Upon reaching the personnel's height, it floated forward and landed on their lap. It then proceeded to play with the personnel. Analysis: To reach high objects, SCP-6299 expresses the ability to float against the force of gravity. It is unclear why SCP-6299 did not simply teleport the personnel to the floor or itself upon the ledge. Perhaps floating is "easier" than teleporting. Date: March 15, 2017 Procedure: A simple mechanism was constructed consisting of a tall, thin chute with a simple latch mechanism connected to a box at the bottom of the chute. When a small object is dropped into the chute, the latch will open and release Milk-Bone dog treats. SCP-6299 was shown how the mechanism works several times by research personnel before it was given a small ball. Results: SCP-6299 teleported a treat out of the box. SCP-6299 was reprimanded using a spray-bottle filled with tap water. SCP-6299 reacted negatively. The device was reset, and SCP-6299 hesitated for approximately 3 minutes. Research personnel demonstrated the device again. After approximately 5 minutes, the ball began to slowly levitate upward before it was dropped into the chute. The latch opened and SCP-6299 consumed the treats inside the box. Analysis: SCP-6299 has the ability to telekinetically manipulate objects. Date: March 22, 2017 Procedure: SCP-6299 was placed on one side of a plexiglass wall and several of SCP-6299's toys of choice were placed on the opposite side. Training personnel then clearly stated various words such as, "ball," "rope," and "bone." Note: This test was conducted following extensive testing associating certain toys with verbal words so that SCP-6299 is able to make a connection with verbal cues and objects. Results: SCP-6299 was able to teleport the objects on the other side of the plexiglass wall with approximately 85% accuracy. Every correct teleportation was rewarded with a Milk-Bone treat. Analysis: SCP-6299 is becoming able to teleport objects at the command of personnel. 9 ENTRIES OMMITTED FOR BREVITY SCP-6299 after extensive training. Photo taken on April 5, 2017. Addendum: After extensive training from personnel on the SCP-6299 Research Team, SCP-6299 now has the ability to bend reality at the command of personnel. Such actions that have been worked on include: Levitation on command Teleportation to specific locations on command Telekinesis on command The ability to summon certain items on command (items trained with include "toy,” "bowl," "blanket," and smaller items such as "die" and "coin") Access Archived Message Log Access Granted [ARC: April 09, 2017] To: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd From: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn Subject: Neutering of SCP-6299 Hey Dr. Kelly. I finally got approval for SCP-6299 to be fixed. He will be dropped off at the clinic tomorrow at 3:00. He will be equipped with a Reality Anchor so he won't cause reality to collapse when you cut into him. I will also send over Mike to make sure everything goes according to plan. Have a nice day. P.S. The reality collapse thing was a joke. 6299 is not strong enough to do that. To: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn From: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd Subject: Re:Neutering of SCP-6299 Thanks for the information. I will be sure to be careful! And I sure hope the little guy can't destroy reality! :) To: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd From: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn Subject: Re:Neutering of SCP-6299 Great job on the surgery! 6299 appears to be a bit woozy from the medication, but other than that he seems healthy! I will be sure to send you pictures of the little guy during testing. He is pretty cute with that cone on his head. To: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd From: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn Subject: Re:Neutering of SCP-6299 Meet me at my office. I think we may have a problem. NOTICE The documentation for SCP-6299 has been superseded by a revised entry as of June 20, 2017. VIEW REVISED DOCUMENTATION?
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OFFICIAL NOTICE FROM THE O5 BOARD OF DIRECTORS Due to repeated questions over the recent allocation of resources, all personnel in the Southern United States are required to read this document, which serves as an official announcement of the SCP-6300 project. Item #: SCP-6300 Level 4/6300 Classified Canyonlands National Park, Utah. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6300 has currently not been built, the following containment procedures have been written in advance to be put into place once SCP-6300 is constructed. SCP-6300 will require an active police force. This will serve two purposes, one of which is simple and general lawkeeping and protection of private property. Due to the fact that SCP-6300 is officially classed as a Foundation site, there will be sensitive information and classified anomalous material present. The second purpose of the SCP-6300 police force will therefore be to prevent citizens from accessing said material and, in the event that it is accessed, perform necessary amnesticisation procedures. This purpose will require the police force to be made up of trained Foundation operatives. In the interests of increasing tourism and revenue for SCP-6300, the public display in the central hub of some visually interesting, low-threat level anomalies has been sanctioned by the O5 Board of Directors. In order to preserve the veil, these anomalies will be given appropriate natural explanations. Some anomalies currently scheduled for display include a colony of SCP-098, a large sampling of SCP-1006, and some SCP-111 specimens. The respective containment procedures for all displayed anomalies are to be maintained and followed as normal. The construction and presence of SCP-6300 is projected to cause minor damage to the ecosystem and landscape within Canyonlands National Park. Legal funds will be set aside to lobby for suppression of negative media concerning SCP-6300. Models show that negative impacts to the ecosystem and landscape should disappear within 30 years. Description: SCP-6300 is the official designation for an expansive Foundation-led urban project currently slated for construction in early 2054. Plans for SCP-6300 include high-rise residential districts, central business/tourism hub and a transport network. Additional construction and development will be planned as SCP-6300's population increases. Canyonlands National Park, Utah, has been chosen as the location for SCP-6300 due to its natural beauty and potential for tourism. SCP-6300 was conceptualised by the O5 Board of Directors after successful smaller-scale urban planning ventures, such as the construction of a monorail transport system in San Antonio, Texas. These initiatives were a result of a larger structural reorganisation made necessary by severe financial losses as a result of the Xi'an Incident. In the years since, this reorganisation has been a resounding success, allowing the Foundation to expand to ventures beyond anomaly containment. When fully populated, SCP-6300 is projected to have an initial population of around 3 million citizens. Continued growth models predict that this will rise to 7 million within 20 years, which would make it the second largest city by population in the United States. An official municipal title for use by the public is currently under consideration. If successful, more cities of the same model as SCP-6300 will be constructed around the world. Current regions slated for future development include Zhangjiajie National Forest Park in China, Wadi Rum in Jordan, Komodo National Park in Indonesia, and the Black Forest region of Germany, each selected for similar reasons as SCP-6300. Addendum: A notice from the Administrator. A NOTICE FROM THE ADMINISTRATOR In the coming months, we will officially break ground on SCP-6300. This is undoubtedly an exciting time. It represents the culmination of years of planning, involving thousands of important personnel. But even more than representing the end of this planning stage, it represents the beginning of a new age for the Foundation. A shining new era for all of us. SCP-6300 is not just a new age for us as an organisation. It's a step forward for the entire world, a gift that we are graciously giving to them. It will stand tall above the Canyonlands - but not known as SCP-6300 to them. Instead, it will be christened as Manoa. Explorers spent hundreds of years searching for the lost city of gold in the Amazon, and we hope we are giving the world a place equally as glorious as those legends. — The Administrator and the O5 Board of Directors. + SUPPLEMENTARY INFORMATION: O5 EYES ONLY - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Located approximately 10 miles outside of SCP-6300, the warehouse containing the [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] ERROR SYSTEM FAILURE THE INFORMATION IN THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN CORRUPTED BY A MASSIVE SERVER STORAGE ERROR THIS INFORMATION WAS ARCHIVED IN THE CENTRAL SCP-6300 SERVER PLEASE CONTACT CENTRAL SUPPORT FOR THE RETRIEVAL OF THIS INFORMATION ONLY RETRIEVE INFORMATION WITHIN YOUR CLEARENCE LEVEL RETRIEVAL OF INFORMATION ABOVE YOUR CLEARENCE LEVEL WILL RESULT IN DISCIPLINARY ACTION ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR[] ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR[] THE DAY OF PURIFICATION ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR[] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [SCPNET ACCESS ATTEMPT…] [SCPNET ACCESS ATTEMPT…] [SCPNET CLOUD ACCESS…] [SCPNET CLOUD ACCESS ATTEMPT SUCCESSFUL - DISPLAYING E-MAIL ARCHIVES] To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: RE:MY NAME IS AHMED I can't tell you how excited I was to get your e-mail. It's been weeks sending these out into the void hoping for a response, and it's been months since I talked to anyone outside of the little community we have here. I suppose it's a miracle anyone here survived, I suppose. Whatever happened, it started here in Manoa and the other cities and spread out. Anyway, yeah, to answer your question - yes, I worked for them. Nothing high up, just simple data entry out of college. Maybe it was irresponsible of them to give clearly sensitive data to people fresh out of school, but it's irrelevant now. Nobody has heard anything from any high level people there since it all happened. I mean, they were kind of strange anyway. They more or less appeared out of nowhere one day and started building banks, then cities. But anyway - so you say there's a large community of people down there in New Zealand? That's cool, it's nice to hear about pockets of survivors like us. Although I heard something about a large pocket of survivors somewhere in the Middle East that just… Died off. Sorry, I know that's morbid. I'm sure we'll be fine. So much of the data on these computers was lost during what happened. I've been trying to look through them, but the search function is completely ruined, so I have to do it all manually. There's so much to look through. I'm not really sure what I'll find. I might be the only person in the world right now with access to the information here. If I find anything interesting, I'll send it along. - Ahmed WELCOME TO MANOA! By now I'm sure you've began to settle into your living space in the world's most advanced city. This is simply a welcome notice from the town council to say how excited we are about having you and anyone else in your household here. If you live in one of the state-of-the-art high rises, you've surely already taken in the glorious view of the Canyonlands that surround us. If you reside elsewhere, a monorail journey will bring you to a building where you can take it in. You'll probably be spending a lot of your time in the Central Hub. This is the financial and cultural centre of Manoa, so if you don't have a job already lined up, then you can travel down there at any time and see what you can find. The Hub also contains most of our many tourist attractions, such as our art museum, and the Beastiary, which contains many creatures which were previously unknown to science! Our brand new attraction is our officially licensed Canyonlands tours. Our new fleet of all-terrain vehicles will take you a few miles outside of Manoa along the designated route to see the natural landscape and maybe spot some of the animals that call it home - such as hawks, black bears and bighorn sheep! So, to sum everything up - welcome to Manoa, and we hope you enjoy the years you spend in humanity's newest great city. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED So I found this and I thought it was pretty funny. I remember getting one of these when I moved into my tiny little studio apartment in one of the high rise apartments. I already had a job with the Foundation lined up, so on my first day I went down to the Beastiary. It was pretty interesting, but those crab things were creepy little bastards. All they did was make clicking noises and swarm near the glass when you got close. Some kind of new species they found in New Caledonia, that's what it said on the information signs. Places like New Caledonia probably got it worst. At least we still have dry land to live on. They probably have nothing now. I was thinking the other day about what I miss the most. Probably birdsong. I remember it used to be more or less my alarm clock to wake me up for school. It was only 20 or 25 years ago, but it may as well have been hundreds. Of course, it was the biggest animals that went first. They need more food, I suppose, and when all the plants you eat are toxic you're not going to last long if you weigh a tonne. I haven't heard birdsong in years now. Hell, I haven't seen a bird that wasn't a skeleton in years either. But that's great that you've got a little farm going down there. I didn't think anyone would be able to grow anything. We certainly can't. A woman here tried to start a roof garden last year, but nothing took to the soil. So we've just been living off canned food. And nobody has any idea how much of that there actually is left. If it runs out, I have no idea what we're going to do. We'll just be stuck in the middle of this wasteland with nothing. Building a city in the middle of the fucking desert was a stupid idea, but I suppose they didn't expect the world to end. Have you been in contact with anyone else? Anyone else in America, maybe? They need to know that there's a community of people here. Anyway, I'll keep looking through all these files. There's just so much. -Ahmed THE MONTHLY INSPECTION OF THE SCP-6300 MONORAIL SYSTEM HAS PRODUCED THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION AND REQUESTS: Several monorail cars have experienced vandalism. MPD involvement has become necessary Since the last inspection, a pair of golden eagles (Aquila chrysaetos) had constructed a nesting site in one of the monorail track scaffolds. Due to the past years of low golden eagle population levels in the area, the prompt removal of the nest created a scene. An extension of the track to connect it to the jeep tour station has been proposed. There has been some general wear to parts of the track system. Map with the specific parts that need repairs will be relayed soon. The current supply of SF1 is running low. Please put in a request for at least 20 new cannisters. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: RE:MY NAME IS AHMED So I found this little monorail report document and thought it was pretty interesting. Nobody had seen any big animals for a long time, and then a pair of golden eagles set up a nest under the monorail. Of course it got removed within the day, but I remember how excited everyone was to see something like that. In case you were wondering, MPD is Manoa Police Department. I never liked them. Police in any city are sketchy at best anyway, but in Manoa they acted more like security guards in a building than a police force upholding the law in a city, if that makes sense. Something I don't know is what the hell SF1 is. Maybe it's some kind of cleaning formula, but I've never heard of it. Thinking about the golden eagle nest has got me thinking about how it all happened. I remember news articles about patches of trees dying off. But it was always hand-waved away. Then Germany. And then, just… collapse. Bad memories. The Foundation had so much knowledge, that was obvious when I was just working here. But I'm going to focus my search a bit more. See if I can find out if they knew anything about what happened. -Ahmed Interviewed: Mochamad Indrawan, local resident. Interviewer: Dr. Annan (posing as an Indonesian police detective) Foreword: Indrawan was intercepted by Foundation operatives after attempting to raise concerns about an incident he encountered upon in a small cove. He lived in a small village only a short walk away from 6300K in Komodo National Park. All text has been translated from Indonesian into English. <Begin Log> Dr. Annan: So, what were you doing in the area? Indrawan: I take my son out fishing to that cove at least once a week. It's only a 30 minute walk away from our village and it's the richest fishing spot you can get without needing to take a boat out. And the view is even greater nowadays, because you can see the city on the next island across. Dr. Annan: So you didn't think anything was wrong - you weren't going down there to try and investigate anything? Indrawan: I've already told you more than once, no. We just happened to be there. That was all. Are you going to tell me why it happened, or- Dr. Annan: Please continue with your account. We don't have an explanation as of yet. Indrawan: Alright. Before we even reached the cove the first thing that we noticed was the smell. My son's eyes started watering, but we kept on going. Taking him fishing their is always the highlight of his week, I hate it when we can't go. Dr. Annan: Can you describe the smell you experienced in more detail? Indrawan: It's hard to describe. When I was 11 a small building where we kept some animals and farm equipment caught alight when we were away. We didn't get back for a week, and when we returned, there was the stench of burnt plastic and charred flesh that had already started to rot. That's what it smelt like when we walked up that path. Dr. Annan: Was there anything detectable in the air, any abnormal weather conditions? Indrawan: No. It was completely clear - until we got close. Beautiful blue skies. Dr. Annan: Okay, please continue. Indrawan: We kept on and went down through this passage in the rock and when we finally came out onto the beach, my son nearly fainted from the stench and I had to grab him. Dr. Annan: Was the entire beach covered? Indrawan: Yes. The sand there is beautiful and white but it was all just covered in this orange… sludge. And there was a haze coming up from all the bodies, a fog. Dr. Annan: The bodies? Indrawan: The corpses of sea creatures. All kinds. Small fish, octopuses, crabs, eels. I guess whatever happened had grouped all the smaller fish together, which must have looked appetising to larger animals, because when I walked out a little bit closer to the water I could see the corpse of a manta ray. Probably the biggest I've ever seen. I've fished these waters all my life, and I've always hoped to see one that big. But not like that. Not one in that way. Dr. Annan: Was it just aquatic animals? Indrawan: The smell of all that fish must have been pretty tempting, and it lured out a Komodo dragon. It was dead with the fish still in its mouth, already starting to rot itself. Dr. Annan: And what was your son doing at this point? Indrawan: I told him to go back up the stairs and wait. I didn't want him to see all that. Dr. Annan: Did you stay for much longer? Indrawan: How could I? The stench was terrible when we were just nearby. It was practically unbearable on that beach. I could taste it. I could feel it in my lungs. Dr. Annan: Did you tell anyone else after leaving the scene? Indrawan: No. I took my son back home then went straight to my boat to cross the sea to the city so I could tell someone. Dr. Annan: I see. Indrawan: Do you have any idea what caused it? Dr. Annan: We're still attempting to figure that out. Indrawan: I've seen pollution before. Mostly people dumping used car batteries and things in the ocean where it then poisons a school of fish. But nothing like that. Nothing comes close to what's on that beach now. Dr. Annan: Thank you, Mr. Indrawan. You can leave now. Indrawan: But - you must have some idea what caused it. This sea is my livelihood, and one day it'll be my son's livelihood. And then his son's. You can't just be completely unaware. Dr. Annan: It's still a developing situation. We don't know until we've performed the necessary tests- Indrawan: Tests? I want to speak to somebody more qualified, I want to speak to an expert. This was so close to where me and my family live, I- Dr. Annan: You can speak to an expert if you wish. Please just allow my associate to escort you out. Indrawan is lead out. Dr. Annan sighs, leans back in his chair, and turns on his radio. Dr. Annan: Please make sure he is amnesticised. And find out if his son has told anyone else yet before getting him amnesticised too. Has the report come back from the cleanup team yet, Dr Serrano? Dr. Serrano: Yes. Do you want to hear it now, or should I give you the report in person? Dr. Annan: No, you can tell me now. Dr. Serrano: We tested a few fish and that huge manta ray. All tissue samples showed copious levels of SF1. Dr. Annan: Shit. What should we do? Dr. Serrano: Shelve it as a coincidence and move on. You know what happened to that team who reported the same thing outside the processing plant in Norilsk. Dr. Annan: Of course. Who knows, maybe it really is a coincidence. Dr. Serrano: Let's hope so. <End Log> Closing Statement: Mochamad Indrawan and his son were successfully amnesticised within the hour. Cove was cleaned up and safely reopened within 48 hours. The animal deaths reported have been attributed to pollution from an illegal waste dumping site found just outside 6300K. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Well, I found this. It's awful. That poor man having to find that, especially with his son. I was never sure if amnestication was real, it was just a rumour among us low-level low-wage employees, but I guess it's actually a thing. At least he could forget what he saw. You said that you had no idea what SF1 is either. But here it is again, and this time it sounds even stranger. What the fuck is it, and why was it such a big deal that it was found in these fish? I haven't been able to find anything yet specifying what it is. Just a few documents where it's mentioned, and it all seems so casual. It's obviously an acronym for something, but no document I have found ever expands upon it. I do remember hearing vague rumours about stuff like what the man described happening, but nobody ever took it seriously. I mean, it sounds just like an oil spill. And oil spills aren't really that uncommon. Remember that one off the coast of Bermuda in 2049? I remember going to a protest about it. Did you? Or maybe you weren't that type. I don't know. Maybe if the protests had upped their game the collapse wouldn't have happened. I'm going to keep looking, but I need a break. I've been sitting in this dark room for so long searching for stuff I need to go and talk to people in the community again for a while. I've run out of food in here, anyway. -Ahmed INCIDENT REPORT - AMMAN WAREHOUSE, JORDAN A minor incident has occurred at the warehouse outside of Amman, Jordan, which serves 6300WR. The facility briefly lost electrical power for 45 minutes, resulting in some minor damage to products being moved across the warehouse floor when one of the ceiling lights in the facility went out. These products are believed to be electrical parts, and an immediate inspection of the warehouse supply of Siberia Fuel 1 (SF1) revealed them to be unharmed. A more thorough inspection has been scheduled, but no long term damage is projected to have occurred to any important products. Incident report written by warehouse manager Tarawneh To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED I can't believe it. I found what the acronym means. And in such a stupid document too, not even something important. SF1 is Siberia Fuel. That's one mystery solved. It's pretty self explanatory what it is now, I think - russian oil, should be as simple as that. At least I have full terms to search for now. I hope I didn't miss anything interesting because I was just looking for SF1. There's far too much to go back over and check now. It's funny you also went to one of those Bermuda protests. I remember the news covering protests all over the world about it. Funnily enough, I don't really remember any protests about the Foundation cities. I mean, you'd think that there would have been some. People rightfully protest over stuff like fracking, but when a whole gigantic city is built in the Canyonlands, one of the most beautiful places in the country, nothing. It's strange. I think sometimes if I regret moving here and taking that job with SCP. It payed well and there was definitely a novelty about living in the "city of the future", but if I had known there was no future I probably would have moved somewhere that isn't an inhospitable wasteland. Maybe Oregon, my brother lives up there. Always said it was pretty. He was a tour guide on a whale watching boat. Obviously he can't do that now. If he's even alive. Maybe it's a good thing if he isn't. He used to tell me (probably jokingly, but still) that he wouldn't want to live in a world without whales. Sorry. That's too morbid, I know. I'll keep looking. Are you sharing these with other people over there? -Ahmed 6/5/2050 This expedition log is being started at the point where we are 40 miles out from the nearest large settlement. From here on out, we're definitely on our own. There are 8 of us in the team, and we've been given enough resources to find our way there and back. A few months ago a Foundation satellite noticed a gigantic thermal patch that was spewing heat out into the atmosphere in the wilderness of the Sakha Republic in Siberia. And it's only getting bigger. The Foundation doesn't want to cause an incident by flying a plane into Russian territory, so we're just here to see what it is and report back. Not much to report on as of now. We've set up camp by a small stream. It's absolutely beautiful here. One of the few untouched places still left on this planet. I mean, beautiful natural places still exist, but not like this anymore. We're still a way off the thermal patch according to the maps. We set off again in the morning. 9/5/2050 The last few days have been uneventful. It quickly becomes obvious that the taiga isn't a landscape of variation. It's stunningly gorgeous, definitely, but it's the same features for miles and miles and miles. Pine trees, a stream, then over a hill and it's the same again. Put that on repeat for the last few days and here we are again, camping by a stream next to a hill. We have seen a few animals, though. Saw a small herd of reindeer next to a lake, and Masaki swears that he saw a bear last night when we were all asleep, but I think we've all chosen to act like he's just making that up. This place is imposing enough without thinking about bears watching us. And I mean that. It really is imposing. I almost feel like we're in space. We're probably the first humans to ever pass through here. It feels like a place that doesn't want us to be here. It's not for people - at least, it's not for people apart from those who have been here for thousands of years and know the land. But we haven't encountered any indigenous people as of yet. Sometimes it feels like the trees just close in on you. Especially when we're huddled around a campfire and all you can see in each direction is darkness and the trees. I'll be happy when we finally get to the thermal patch. But I think it's still a while off, at least 60 or 70 miles. That's what the map says, anyway. 13/5/2050 We've finally found something. It's not the patch, but it's definitely strange enough to be noteworthy. We've reached a point in the journey where we can use the path of a large stream to take us all the way up to the thermal patch. While walking alongside we stumbled upon the corpses of two reindeer down by the water. The stream bends a bit where we found them, so water and debris collects in a small pocket at the side, and this small pocket was covered with this strange orange sludge. It smelled abhorrent, and we got out of there as soon possible. A gas leak of some kind, maybe? Nobody knows really. But we're not here to find out the cause of death of some reindeer. So onwards we moved. Another night, another camp by the stream. I could tell the mood was a little sour because of the reindeer. But I think it was gone by the end of the night. We just want to get there and be done with this. It's not been that long out here but it feels like an eternity. 15/5/2050 As I write this we're only a couple of miles out from the patch. It's not been the best day. Following up the path of the stream we found a few groups of corpses. It was always the same as the first time - right next to the water, right next to gathering of this orange liquid. Maybe it is just gas leaks. But I feel like we'd smell gas if that was the case, and not what we did smell. I think it's starting to creep the team out. I'm trying to keep them calm, but as I said, this place takes its toll on you. It's imposing, and things we shouldn't be worrying about compared to our goal just become all the more worrying. We're so far from people. And we're heading towards an unknown place. And we keep finding dead animals. Maybe they're right to be worried. We'll be at the site tomorrow, anyway. 16/5/2050 We're here. We've found it. At the point on the map where the thermal patch was spotted, the trees suddenly stopped and we walked out into a large clearing. The only thing growing in the clearing was short grass - aside from that, it was completely barren of plant life. We knew instantly that we had reached the site. After taking notice of the barren nature of the area, the next thing our eyes were drawn to was the hole. Towards the middle of the clearing there was a hole about 3 metres wide, right next to a stream that was running through the middle of the field. We set up a perimeter around it and then peered inside. We couldn't see anything. So, it's extremely deep, we know that for sure. We've set up camp back in the forest as I write this. Nobody really wanted to set up camp in the clearing or anywhere near where we could see the hole. And I don't blame them. It's creepy for a few reasons. Firstly, it's just completely quiet. As soon as we got out of the treeline the sounds of birds and the wind rustling the trees just stopped. It was like someone flicked a switch to turn off the noise. There was just nothing aside from the sound of the stream and our own footsteps. The second reason is obvious from the map - it's just hot. Not unbearable, but its enough to make you sweat, and with all the gear we're carrying nobody wants to stay out there for too long. But I know we'll have to go into the hole in the next few days. We're here to survey the site in its entirety, and that includes whatever's in there. Nobody wants to, I can tell. But that's the job. 17/5/2050 We spent today setting up all the equipment around the whole. Everything out of the boxes and assembled. That's thermal equipment, Geiger counters, Hume counters, and the most complex of all - the rope pulley system. Tomorrow we're going to lower Martinez into the hole to do an initial survey. And all of us except Gillespie are going in. I know he's relieved. He knows all the equipment better than anyone, so he has to stay out to monitor everything and it's not his choice, but I can't help feeling he's lucky. Nothing else to report from today. We're just back at the camp away from the clearing. The equipment looks strange reflecting in the moonlight. I guess we've got so used to seeing nothing but plants and natural landscapes that, seeing something manmade jutting up from the ground is jarring. Just a short log today. Tomorrow we go in, and then we can go home. 18/5/2050 Today was obviously eventful. I'll try to summarise it as well as I can. Martinez went into the hole first. We strapped him up properly and rigged him to the pulley system, gave him a torch and then he went in. It was obviously a tense time when he was down there. It didn't take him long to completely vanish from view, even though the sky was clear and the sun was coming down on us, which should have provided a view inside - but after a few metres of rope were used up we couldn't see him at all anymore. 10 minutes later and he tugged on the rope to be pulled back up and he appeared again. He told us that when he went down into the hole and shined the torch all around him he could see an underground lake, stretching as far as he could see. He also said that there was a small island that we could lower ourselves down to fully if we adjusted the rope pulley system and moved it along a short way. So that's what we did. I was the second to go in the hole after Martinez went back in. He didn't mention how far down the island in the middle was, so I was suspended in the near-darkness for what seemed like ages until my feet touched down on a rocky surface. I moved to the side, and waited for the 5 more who were coming down to be lowered in. When everyone was on the island, Gillespie sent in a group of torch drones to light everything up. When we could see where we were, Martinez was proven right - we were standing on a small island in the middle of a gigantic lake. But it didn't take us long to realise that it was not a lake of water. It was very hot down there, not like other underground lakes I've been in where the temperature is crisp. And, as the drones got closer to the lake's surface, we saw that the liquid was a dark orange. We crouched down and took samples of the liquid into containers and then tugged on the rope to be pulled back up. You always expect the worst going into situations like this, but this definitely wasn't a worst case scenario. Still, I was glad to be getting out of there. Both because of the heat and the fact that we were pretty sure we'd discovered an anomaly of some kind. Even though I've been with the Foundation for 17 years, there's always that same uneasy feeling when you encounter the unknown. It took us a while to pack everything away. We weren't supposed to test the liquid out in the field, but we decided to open up one of the containers to briefly expose it to the air - we still had a lot of sealed up containers of the liquid, so it didn't matter. And that's when hell broke lose. Masaki was off to the side smoking, and an ember from the cigarette got caught in the wind and landed in the open container. It caught alight instantly, a gigantic white flame. I quickly dropped it and it was like the container was propelled, the flame bursting it half way across the clearing before it landed. We secured everything else quickly before walking over to the container, which was still flaming. And it just kept flaming. For hours. The night came and we set up camp in the forest, but we could still see the light from the fire in the clearing. I write these just before I go to sleep - it must be around 1am now, and it's still going strong. I think we'll be keeping the lids on the containers from now on. 19/5/2050 When we woke up this morning, the flame had finally stopped burning. The container was slightly charred, but when we picked it up, only around a quarter of the liquid was gone. It burned for hours, and it barely used anything up. I've never seen a material with such a quality like that before. I couldn't help but imagine the whole lake below us catching alight. But we've done our job - now it's down to those at the lab to do theirs. Our only goal now is getting home. We've left the clearing behind and are now a good few miles away from it. We travelled longer than we usually do in a single day, I could tell the team wanted to put distance between the clearing, the hole, the lake and us. It's strangely calming to be back in the forest again. I know I spoke before about how imposing it was, but it seems like a comforting old home compared to the clearing. But it won't be too long before we swap out the towering trees for the towering buildings again. Unless any notable events occur on the journey back, this will be the final noted log. This log has been penned by Team Leader Kilmov. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdebmha#ten.liampcs|21bdebmha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED I know it's been a while since my last e-mail. But I think the wait is worth it. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe I should stop looking, because each document I find makes me feel worse. A journey into the wilderness of Siberia where a team found a mysterious, highly flammable and durable liquid. I guess it all adds up. There was something so creepy about that whole thing. I know from when I worked there that the Foundation dealt in strange things - there's no way of logging and dealing with data without actually getting at least a bit of a look at that data - but it's like a rabbit hole. There's so much I've seen that's not relevant to this that makes me know its like an iceberg. I always thought they were some kind of clandestine government organisation like the NSA or CIA. Now that I know both terms I can look for (SF1 and Siberia Fuel) it's easier. I hope it won't be as long next time until I e-mail you again. I've found so many documents that contain the terms now, but most of it is just minor incident reports like the one in Jordan where they were relieved that none of the Fuel was damaged. After reading that expedition log I know something bigger was going on. I just need to pinpoint it. -Ahmed SIBERIAN MATERIAL TEST RESULTS A simple steam engine concept. A small sample of SM1 was placed in a metal basin below a spinning wheel. The metal basin was then heated. SM1 began producing a steam-like substance almost immediately, which began to spin the wheel above the basin at an immense speed. Spinning continued for approximately 10 hours before slowing down. Emptying of the basin revealed that only approximately 15% of SM1 had been used up during the course of the test. A small car was custom-built and fitted to be able to accept SM1 as a fuel source instead of gasoline. Car was driven by D-9986. As soon as D-9986 pressed on the acceleration, the vehicle reached top speed almost immediately, D-9986 having to take evasive action to avoid the car crashing into the opposite wall of the testing site. After being instructed to drive laps around the testing site for 3 hours, the car was inspected. There was significant wear to the tyres and internal parts of the car consistent with overuse despite the vehicle being brand new. Similar circumstances to the second test, except this test was done using a large armoured vehicle. Vehicle driven by D-9789. Similar results to test 2. Vehicle reached full speed almost immediately despite the larger size and energy requirements - and, when the test was concluded, the vehicle showed the same signs of wear as those in test 2. SM1's capacity for use as a fuel source has been conclusively determined. First larger scale testing of SM1 as a fuel source. Site 233-M is a small production plant that manufactures armour for MTF teams. Several of the cannisters from the Siberian expedition were taken and all regular fuel sources in the site were swapped out for the liquid, and the results after a week were collected. After a week of using SM1 as an alternative fuel source, a team of inspectors reviewed the site. After a week of the switch, the production plant had noted a 55% increase in the amount of products manufactured, without any major changes to the machinery beyond a few repairs to machinery that had gathered wear. With some refining to the raw product to fix this wear effect, SM1 could be a serious boost to Foundation operations. The vast majority of the product collected from the Siberia expedition is still unused. Due to the resounding success of the substitution of fuel at Site-233-M, the next step was the same substitution at a full site. Site-909 in Namibia was chosen due to its remoteness and large size. This time, the effects were given two weeks to be observed. After two weeks of substitution, similar effects at Site-909 were noted. As a containment site instead of a manufacturing site, a production change was unable to be observed. But the site was noted as being far more energy efficient, and containment equipment was able to be operated at a higher strength for far longer, improving security and safety. At this stage, a change in designation for the liquid has been commissioned - to Siberia Fuel (SF1). Last week, a large scale expedition was launched into Siberia to re-find the origin site of SF1. We are happy to say that the expedition has been successful, and a large quantity of SF1 has been brought back for use. After several site directors expressed interest in converting their sites to running on SF1 instead of traditional fuel, we can say that we are allowing any interested site directors to use SF1 if they please. If the first few large-scale switchovers are successful, then we could see the complete replacing of traditional fuels with SF1 within a few years. An extraction and refinery plant has already been slated for construction in Siberia for large scale removal and processing of SF1 for Foundation use. Hopefully, this new tool will take take us strides into the future, which is where we need to be. Our urban planning initiatives have been immensely successful so far - and SF1 will enable us to go even further than we could have imagined. - The O5 Board of Directors To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: moc.liamg|21bdebmha#moc.liamg|21bdebmha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED They used it, they fucking used it with barely even a concern for safety. The benefit of hindsight is almost like a superpower. I can look back on all these things as if they were happening in real time, knowing that in a few years it would all be gone. It's a superpower of sorts, but it's also a curse. I can't go back and warn them. I can't warn them that the world as they knew it would be coming to an end. It feels truly awful. I think sometimes about what the "end of the world" means. Maybe if we're still here, then the world isn't truly ended. But if there are no forests, no swamplands, no grasslands or coral reefs, is there even a world? There's probably more people in the world than there are animals. And there can't be more than a few million or so people left around the world. As always I'm going to keep looking. But I can't help feeling I shouldn't. -Ahmed MONTHLY SALE REPORT OF SF1 50 containers to the US Department of Defence 45 containers to the Lockheed Martin Corporation 50 containers to China State Construction Engineering 20 containers to Deutsche Lufthansa AG 45 containers to Škoda Auto 60 containers to IBM 50 containers to Air Arabia 40 containers to LG Electronics 15 containers to SABIC Monthly sales report for June 2052. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: SENDER Subject: Re:SUBJECT They sold it. I feel sick. I suppose this was before that thing in Komodo, but they must have known that something was wrong. We were breathing it for years. It was in everything. And I helped. Even if I was just logging data, I still helped. I probably logged the data of the sales. I should have examined every single piece of data I mindlessly put into their system. I know where this all ends, really. My search ends where the hellscape we now call Earth begun. Germany. The accident. Please forgive me, Nick. Please don't stop talking to me. People here aren't doing too well at the moment. Keeping in contact with you has kept me from losing it. I'll send what I find from Germany when I find it. Please respond. -Ahmed ADMINISTRATOR'S OFFICE LOG DATE: 20/6/2073 NOTE: This video and audio log is automatically transcribed using an AI from security footage located in The Administrator's office at Site-01. [BEGIN LOG] The majority of lights in the office have been switched off. The only source of light is coming from a small lamp on a desk, at which The Administrator sits, slowly looking through some documents. A few minutes later, the Administrator's personal secretary, Marder, enters Marder: Administrator, do you want me to turn on the TV? The Administrator: I already know what happened in Germany. I don't need to be reminded. Marder: I think you do. The rest of the O5 Board is scrambling and panicking, but you're just sitting in here, sir. It's horrible. The whole city is just… gone. The Administrator: Alright. If you insist, turn it on. Marder walks forward and presses a button on the desk, which turns on a large television located on the wall in front of them. The television is tuned to a European news channel, which is broadcasting footage of a monumental, orange cloud on the horizon. Marder: 6300BF, gone, just like that. Millions of people in the city gone in a second. You need to coordinate something, Administrator. I don't want to speak out of line, but you can't just sit in here. The Administrator: What can we coordinate? 6300BF is now a crater and a cloud of orange smoke. There's nothing to coordinate here. Marder: Please, Administrator. I have friends who work in that city. If you don't come out and do something, then I'm going to have to speak out of line- The Administrator: You shouldn't make friends in this organisation, Marder. You know that. Marder: I know about SF1. I know about everything. The Administrator: You don't know anything that we haven't told you. Marder: You think, just because my job is to file documents and get you coffee, that I don't hear what's going on? What you were covering up? The Administrator: Covering up? The entire purpose of the Foundation is to cover up. It's the basis of our existence. Marder: Not this. This is different. The mass die-offs. Entire groups of animals and plants just found dead. I know they've been getting more and more frequent. And now this. The Administrator: So if you knew all this, why didn't you get everyone you knew out of the cities? If you knew that SF1 was doing all that, why did you do nothing? Marder: Because you would have had me killed, or amnesticised. I read that expedition log out of Siberia. You dug something out of the wilderness, and now we've paid the price. The Administrator: Paid the price? And what price is that? Marder: 6300BF is gone. And the cloud of toxic SF1 is spreading out. Every plant and animal it comes into contact with is dying. And most people, too. Look at the screen. Orange cobwebs spinning back and forth in the sky The Administrator: You haven't answered my question, Marder. Marder: It's… It's the end of the world. SF1 has been seeping into everything it touches for almost two decades. Now it's finally starting to take its toll. The Administrator: And you think the end of the world was our fault? Marder: Who else's fault could it possibly be? The Administrator: The natural world was dying anyway, Marder. Maybe we just brought it forward 10 or 20 years. Coal and oil and gas were doing the heavy lifting for the last two centuries. We always knew what SF1 was doing. But we made life more liveable for everyone in the brief years the world as we knew it would last. We gave the world shining cities of the future in the most beautiful natural landscapes on earth. More people saw those places because of our cities than they ever would have without them. Marder: You can't believe that. The Administrator: Of course I do. And so does the Board. Perhaps SF1 was a temptation from the universe. Would we sacrifice that extra 20 years of enjoying the riches of nature, all for a brief glimpse of utopia? Marder: I wouldn't. The Administrator: Yes you would. It's in the human condition to take that temptation. We've had so many chances to reverse our destructive path, all of which we've missed without so much as a glance back in hindsight. I believe that our last chance was wasted long before we ventured into that pit in Siberia. Marder: So there's nothing we can do? The Administrator: No, I'm afraid. I expect a few more cities will go the way of 6300BF within a few months when the haze reaches them. The Administrator switches off the lamp and the television, and stands up. The Administrator: But you're right. I should at least try and put up a front. For the Foundation employees, at least. Come on, let's go. Marder and The Administrator leave. The camera continues to run on the dark room. [END LOG] To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21ebdemha#ten.liampcs|21ebdemha Subject: SUBJECT I'm sorry. I just didn't know. I should have known. Thousands of lines of data and I never looked at one properly. Maybe I could have done something. Maybe I could have told people. But that's the worst thing. I could have, but now there's nothing. It's all inevitable now, anyway. You didn't respond to my last e-mail. Please don't stop responding. I can't really face anyone here at the moment. It's just too much. I can't face them because I know that I played even a small part in the loss of everything we know. I was sitting here while they took away birdsong. I was sitting here when they killed the whales in the sea. Every piece of data I logged for the Foundation put more of that poison in plants and animals, and us. Or maybe it would have just happened without me. There would have been another kid sitting in my chair the whole time, logging that same data. An inevitable march to the end. Either way please respond, Nick. I haven't left this room in four days. I'm spiralling bad. I just need to hear from you. -Ahmed To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Please respond to me. Any e-mail is fine. Anything. If you're sending me something comforting, or wishing death on me, I don't care, I just need you to respond. Every time I try and convince myself that this whole thing was bigger than me, I feel myself start to spiral. I just need to talk to someone outside here again. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Please respond to me. Please respond to me. It wasn't my fault. Please e-mail back. I'm sorry To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED You can't treat me like this. I just needed a paycheck, okay? I didn't know what the Foundation was doing. I didn't know that they knew they were killing everything. Please respond to me. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED I can admit that it's my fault. Maybe without the data I helped to process there would have been less sales. Maybe. Please just respond to me. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.iampcs|21bdemha#ten.iampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Why the fuck aren't you responding to me. Just respond to me. I just want any response. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED They dug precious things from the Earth while I sat in an air-conditioned room, enjoying the spoils of their hubris. It burned the land and boiled the oceans. I deserve your silence. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: An old feeling I know you won't respond to me, Nick. But I've never felt the need to write something more. When I was 10 years old, my parents took me and my brother to Yellowstone National Park. When we were there, I somehow wandered off from my family and became lost. I found a clearing, which had a small, beautifully clear pond in the middle. And, as I watched, a large wolf came out from the forest and took a drink from the pond. It didn't notice me. In that moment, I felt a sense of peace that I've only felt a few times since. And ever since the Foundation took the Earth away. Today I went for a walk. I couldn't face the people in my community, so I left early in the morning when everybody else was sleeping. I thought I was never going to come back from this walk. I thought that I should just wander away from Manoa forever until what once was the Canyonlands took me. And, then, as I was walking, I came across an overhanging rock. As I got closer, I realised that there was a passage in the overhang that went back deep inside it. A cave. My curiosity got the better of me, so I went inside. It was only a small cave, but when I got deeper inside it became too dark to see, so I had to use my phone's flashlight. When I shined my flashlight around, I realised that at the bottom of the cave was a pool of water. The cave was undoubtedly relaxing, it was so cool, and so crisp. As I got closer to the pool, and shined my flashlight inside, I could see movement. Small, shiny flickers of movement. They were fish. Some kind of minnow, I guess. Somehow living peacefully in this cave when the lakes and rivers of the world were poison. In the centre of the lake was a small skeleton - a bird. The fish were swimming around the skeleton, using it as a place to hide from my invasive flashlight. And, in that moment, I was back at Yellowstone, watching the wolf drink from the lake. That sense of peace, watching those fish dart back and forth. I watched them for hours, and then I stood up, and left the cave. I walked back to Manoa, still feeling that peace hanging over me. But there was more - there was hope. I don't think mankind will last beyond a few decades now. But those fish in that cave? They'll last beyond us. Despite the best efforts of our greed, they lived. And if they lived, then others have lived. I'll sleep soundly tonight, knowing that one day, once I'm long gone, there might be birdsong ringing out above my grave. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6300" by Sterbai , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6300. 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: canyonlands.jpg Author: Sterbai License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Canyonlands National Park 02.jpg Author: Niagara66 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: duststorm.png Author: Sterbai License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Dust-storm-Texas-1935.png Author: George E. Marsh License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Special Containment Procedures METATRON.aic is to scan servers associated with media sales (including but not limited to Amazon, eBay, etc) for any listings matching the description of SCP-6301. The .aic will also search past sales dating back to each site’s first operations for any previous listings that match the anomaly. Any individuals having purchased or sold an instance of SCP-6301 will be amnesticized, once interviewed as to the possible source of the anomaly. One copy of SCP-6301 is to be stored in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43, any remaining copies confiscated are to be destroyed. METATRON.aic will also be tasked with monitoring children’s music channels on radio and streaming services for any sign of SCP-6301’s content being broadcast, and shut down the broadcast systems if detected. Description: SCP-6301 is a vinyl record of the type regularly labelled as a “12 inch” entitled Funky Finn’s Children Happy Hour. Although records of this size are normally capable of storing approximately twenty-two minutes of audio recordings, SCP-6301 has over ninety minutes of runtime. The first song is in English, lasting roughly four minutes, but the remainder of SCP-6301’s runtime is in an unknown language. The anomaly has hypnotic and compulsive qualities, but only for a targeted demographic - when the record is played, individuals who are under twelve years old will pay rapt attention and will not respond to other external stimuli, even including pain. Any children listening to the recording contained on SCP-63011 will enter a state of catatonia if play of SCP-6301 is interrupted. Unless the record is played to completion, a subject in such a state will not regain conscious awareness. Any child who has finished listening to SCP-6301’s entire run time will emerge from the compulsive effect without memory of the contents. Subjects experience lethargy and low motivation for several days, but will return to normal with no lasting effects after a few days’ rest. Addendum: Contents of SCP-6301 The following is a transcript of the only decipherable portion of SCP-6301. Funky Finn: Hey kids! Children: [In unison] Hey, Funky! Funky: You ready to sing a song about what’s important in life? Children: [In unison] YEAH! Funky: Alright, and you at home, make sure you sing along with me and all my friends! Watch out for complexities Avoid heavy philosophies This is the song for every day We sing about important things, So keep an eye on working things This is your song for every day. Monday's for labor, Tuesday's for bills. Wednesday, more labor, Thursday, the mill. And on Friday when the pipes have burst, You're cleaning the loo. On Saturday you'll pay some debt. And Sunday is a day of rest But not. For. You. Watch out for complexities, You only need simplicities Don't cloud your head with thoughts about your plight We'll sing of what's important, So don't be self-important For working's all you need to do things right And if you're ever tired, or if you're ever sad You gotta work harder, and if you can't that's bad. An excellent life is made up of just a single thing So buck up friends, and hear me true. Life is work, at least for you! Watch out for complexities, The flaw in all societies If you deserved more, you'd have been born rich So grab your bootstraps, pull them up, Go work the fields right at sunup And till the soil until you're in a ditch! Monday's for labor, Tuesday's for bills. Wednesday, more labor, Thursday, the mill. And on Friday when the pipes have burst, You're cleaning the loo. On Saturday you'll pay some debt. And Sunday is a day of rest But not. For. You. Embrace the pure simplicity Of life without adversity Pledge to do your very best There's never any time to rest You will never end up rich So work yourself into a ditch Everything we sing is true Nothing waits out there for you And every day the world is blue ‘cuz working is the life for you! You don't know what else to do Working is the life for you In your heart you know it's true Working is the life for you You will know once life is through Working is the life for you Footnotes 1. Either in person or via broadcast. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6301" by GremlinGroup, Grigori Karpin, and LORDXVNV, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6301. 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: La balsa Author: Banfield License: Public Domain Source: LINK Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin and GremlinGroup Filename: 6301 Logo Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link
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Item #: SCP-6302 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawler Delta-(SCP-CLAN) is to monitor the web for any content relating to the Warriors book series by Erin Hunter. Individuals affected by SCP-6302 are to be administered Class-C Amnestics. To reduce the spread of SCP-6302, the Foundation is to advocate for the removal of the Warriors book series from public access under the guise of parental groups upset about the excessive violence portrayed in the series. Description: SCP-6302 refers to a phenomenon that currently affects thirteen percent of those who have completed at least one book in the Warriors franchise. SCP-6302 causes the affected individual to feel compelled to travel to and enter the nearest forest or woodland area, where they will experience tactile, auditory, and visual hallucinations of a clowder1in the area stationed similarly to the living quarters in the Warriors series are described. Behavior of the felines has been observed to be similar to that of the characters in the books. If the subject is injured by the hallucinations caused by SCP-6302, only they and other affected individuals will see the injuries. If the injury is fatal, death will appear to be spontaneous to the unaffected. Individuals affected will also gain the firm belief that domestic house cats should not be kept as pets, but rather kept outside to take part in a 'clan'. Many affected by SCP-6302 that owned felines as pets have released them into the wild. If all memories of reading any book of the Warriors franchise are erased from an affected individual's mind, they will no longer experience SCP-6302's effects, but are subject to experiencing them again if the individual is re-exposed to the franchise. The individuals behind the Erin Hunter pseudonym were investigated and interviewed thoroughly. It has been concluded that none of them had any involvement with the creation of SCP-6302. Addendum Addendum-1-Discovery: SCP-6302 first came to the Foundation's attention when a Foundation Webcrawler alerted researchers of multiple abnormal social media posts. Multiple posts having mentioned multiple individuals traveling to the same locations with only some observing these 'clans of cats'. Addendum-2: On October 29th, 2013, a news story covered by multiple news outlets was released, informing the public of a phenomenon of people releasing their pet felines into the wild was published. All different versions of this story included social media posts and statements from those who were with or against the cause. Examples of these posts are shown below. Source: Instagram.com User: xxflameheartxx Post was a description accompanying a photo of a cat. Made a hard decision today but after visiting my local forrest and seeing a warrior cat clan (which I'm pretty sure was a form of river clan? they lived by the river and were carrying fish) I decided to release my cat Millie into the wild. She has webbed toes so that must mean she belongs with her fellow clanmates. who am I to keep her trapped inside? I hope the clan helps her choose a nice warrior name!! Source: Twitter.com User: Leonaloveslemons guys my I keep trying to return my cats to the nearby forrest to live with the local clan but they keep coming back? Leonaloveslemons in response to Leonaloveslemons like I still leave food out for them cause I figure it might take a but for them to get used to catching their own food Leonaloveslemons in response to Leonaloveslemons maybe that's the problem, should I stop doing that? Flowerchilddd in response to Leonaloveslemons I totally agree with your cause! for too long we have forced animals to live with us when they don't belong in captivity! ❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Leonaloveslemons. Flowerchilddd I for one think something like this should have happened sooner! ❀ུ۪ Source: Twitter.com User: Elevenseven117 releasing your cats into the wild? are you all fucking crazy? they were raised in captivity YOU STUPID FUCKS Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 YOUR CATS WILL NOT SURVIVE IN THE WILD WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THEY CANT FUCKING HUNT Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117 but cats have their natural instincts! we have taught them to be lazy!❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchildd they will know what to do! animals are smart creatures! trust in them!❀ུ۪ Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd: okay whatever you fucking hippie Source: Twitter.com User: Elevenseven117 this bullshit better stop or I will adopt every single cat to protect them from you stupid fucks Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 YOURE GOING TO GET YOUR CATS KILLED Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 from my understanding its this damn book series. I read it when it first came out nice series Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 reading it made me love cats not want to RELEASE THEM INTO THE WILD Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 warrior cats in nice, but it is FICTION. CLANS DO NOT EXIST Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117 Of course ignorant people like you would claim that animals don't live in peace without humans!❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd you humans are so gosh darn self righteous that you think everything revolves around you!❀ུ۪ Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 Are you fucking deranged? Like have you even read the book series? The cats don't live in peace they KILL EACH OTHER Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 they die of DISEASE AND SICKNESS AND PREGNANCY IT ISNT SOME FANTASY LIFE Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 I'm not saying that there shouldn't be wild cats but house trained cats will NOT survive in the wild Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 they don't know how to hunt, they won't survive in the cold or in storms, THEY WILL DIE Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 Wait why do you say 'you humans' as if you aren't one yourself Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd is that really so much worse than captivity? do you know what happens when you're locked away? ❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd it seems like you're all cozy, cared for, it seems like you have people who love you! but you don't! ❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd they might even think they love you! but you have no free will! everything is decided for you!❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd warrior cats get to decide how they live! they're strong and take care of themselves! they're free❀ུ۪ @@ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd maybe they die! they may kill each other! but at least they're free! they choose to do it ❀ུ۪ Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd I… clearly you have something going on here that I can't help you with Addendum-3: On November 10th, 2013, news reports detailing a string of break-ins in Adair County of Kirksville, Missouri began to spread. The only noticeable change in the homes was that any pets residing in the household were missing. Law enforcement found that only homes that had pets were subject to attacks. A Twitter thread regarding the break-ins was posted to twitter by a user who had previously commented on the situation. Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd As of last week,so many animals are now where they truly belong. This was a long time coming, I'm so joyous that it has finally come to be❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd you've probably heard about it, maybe even your precious pet has gone missing. if so I want you to really think about this❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd You are a horrible person. You keep living creatures captive for your entertainment. do you really believe they're happy?❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd You're basically kidnapping animals. but it's not like you care anymore about people being kidnapped❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd millions have been abducted, and very few have returned to their homes❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd animals are not your property, like humans are not your property! but I know some people that can't understand the difference lol❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd if you believe what I've done is kidnapping, then you're just stupid! I'm just doing what is right! yeah it was me good luck finding me❀ུ۪ The IP address of the user who made the post was traced to a computer at a local public library. Due to the public nature of the terminal, it was deemed impossible to link the post to any specific individual. The culprit remained unknown until home security footage taken on November 24th, 2013 was able to identify the culprit as 24-year-old female Rivina Charles. Charles was listed as a member of one of the city's homeless shelters, but had not been spotted at the location for thirty-four days as of that date. Library staff were able to confirm that Charles was a frequent patron, but had no record of her visiting their establishment since November 14th. On November 12th, 2013, another post from the Twitter account Charles had previously used was released. The IP address of her latest post was traced to a computer in a house in Kirksville Missouri. The homeowners were investigated but found to have no connection to Charles. Although the digital history of the post had been deleted, Foundation personnel were able to recover the following. Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd I've tried living like everyone else, but I cannot be caged anymore. I must find the freedom I am owed❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd This book series has helped me discover who I truly am, and I am thankful for that❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd to the few of you who have seen my posts, this will be my last one. I am going to be where I belong❀ུ۪ Addendum-4: On December 15th, 2013, a hiker discovered a body while traveling through a forest which was soon identified as Rivina Charles. Initial observation found that Charles' had begun showing atypical physical characteristics including: A snout developing in place of her nose. Position of the ears transitioning higher up on the head while developing additional characteristics including sharper tips, pinnae, fur, cartilage, and a deeper ear canal. Whiskers sprouting from the area around the eyes, nose, and chin. Patches of fur on various parts of the body. Sharper, pointed, and thicker nails. The cause of death was determined to be hypothermia and internal organ failure. Autopsy reports showed that Charles' internal organs, skeletal system was changing to a quadrupedal stance and that the skull was changing in shape. Foundation researchers sent agents to receive the body and administer Class-A amnestics to all persons who had witnessed the discovery of Charles' body. Charles is the only instance of these effects occurring to date. It was concluded that any person undergoing the observed changes would die before the transformation is completed due to the human body being unable to support the physical nature of the changes. Footnotes 1. A group of cats. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6302" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6302. 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: Forumpost Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: N/A
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