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Series Archive » North Star » Chapter 1 » SCP-6303 close Info X ⚠️ Content Ｗarning: ⚠️ -Suicide Continuity Notice: This SCP, while able to stand on its own, was made within the context of the North Star tale series. As such, certain aspects of this article may not align with the 'general canon.' << Previous Tale || Next Tale >> Article Info: Author: DrDapper Author Page Date Posted: 2/15/2022 Word Count: ~5.2k ⚠️ content warning SCP-6303, c. 19991 Item #: SCP-6303 Object Type: Sapient Humanoid Special Containment Procedures (Prior to 09/04/2003): SCP-6303 is to be confined to a standard humanoid containment chamber in the Delta-C wing within the Medium-Risk level of Site-17. Since containment on 09/02/2003, SCP-6303 has been limited to Class 1 privileges. Access to SCP-6303's containment chamber is not permitted unless approved by Lead Researcher Eliza. Personnel entering SCP-6303's chamber are prohibited from making direct contact unless strictly necessary. Description: SCP-6303, formerly known as Kaleb Dowes, is a Caucasian male of European descent. Born on May 22nd, 1989, SCP-6303 was detained and brought under Foundation custody at age 12. SCP-6303 has short brown hair with dark brown eyes. It measured 70.3 kilograms and 1.7 meters tall during the last medical assessment. SCP-6303 has the ability to manipulate the direction of an object's gravitational pull. It also has the ability to increase/decrease the force of an object's pull, with the maximum being 7G2 and minimum being 0G. Acquisition: SCP-6303 was first located by Foundation field agents operating within the ████████ County Police Force on September 4th, 2001. SCP-6303 was attending the birthday party of a friend with several other children and parents present. Rachel Harris, mother of Sebastian Harris, called the authorities when it was reported that SCP-6303 was levitating Sebastian. Four Foundation agents arrived at the party under the guise of local police forces and apprehended SCP-6303, transporting it to Area-21 for categorization and then transferring it to Site-17. Addendum-6303-1: Log Archives > Interview Log #001 V Interview Log #001 Log #: 001 Date: 09/04/2001 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: Dr. Hayes was assigned to be SCP-6303's counselor. As such, she was tasked with initiating SCP-6303 to containment. <Begin Log> [SCP-6303 is sitting at the interview table within its cell. Subject appears fidgeting and glancing around. Dr. Hayes enters the room.] Hayes: Hi there! SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes sits down. Hayes: I'm Doctor Hayes, but you can call me Amelia. SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: What's your name?3 3 seconds of silence. SCP-6303: K- Kaleb Hayes: Hi Kaleb! I have a nephew with the same name. Do you spell it with a 'c' or a 'k?' SCP-6303: 'K.' Hayes writes on her paper. Hayes: So, Kaleb, do you know why you're here? SCP-6303: (Tearing up) I didn't mean to do it. Hayes: Woah woah, hey. You didn't mean to do what? SCP-6303: (Sniffs) Sebastian didn't believe I could make things float. He said 'if you can really make things fly, then make me fly.' So I did. He asked me to do it. Hayes: You made your friend float? SCP-6303 nods. SCP-6303: I fixed him though. I brought him back down. I didn't mean to make him upset, it was an accident. Hayes: Well, that's good! That makes our lives a whole lot easier. SCP-6303 sniffs. SCP-6303: Am I- (sniffs) am I in trouble? Hayes: What? No no no! You're not in trouble! Why would you think that? SCP-6303: (Breaths heavily) The police came and took me. Am I in jail? Hayes: No, you're not in jail. I know it kind of looks like it, but trust me, you aren't in any trouble. SCP-6303 takes several deep breaths. SCP-6303: Are my parents coming to see me? How long will I have to stay here? Hayes: (Sighing) Do you know why you're here, Kaleb? SCP-6303 shakes its head. Hayes: Most people can't make things float, Kaleb. I'm sure you understand that, at least. SCP-6303: Is that why I'm here? Because I can do something other people can't? Hayes: That's right Kaleb. That's why your here. SCP-6303: But… how long am I going to stay here? Hayes: For as long as you can do the things other can't. SCP-6303: (Tearing up) But… but what if that's forever? Hayes: There's… no easy way to put this, Kaleb, but… this is your home now. SCP-6303 begins crying. Subject remained inconsolable. Interview terminated. <End Log> > Interview Log #002 V Interview Log #002 Log #: 002 Date: 09/05/2001 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: Dr. Hayes was asked to interview SCP-6303 on its abilities. <Begin Log> Hayes: Good morning Kaleb, feeling any better? SCP-6303 sniffs, but does not answer. Hayes: Is there anything I can get you? Water or juice or milk? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: Did you at least eat breakfast? We wouldn't want you to get sick. SCP-6303: (Quietly) They gave me eggs and toast. Hayes: Good! I love eggs and toast, that's my favorite breakfast actually! Did you eat it? SCP-6303: (Nodding) A little bit. Hayes: Well a little is better than nothing. Now, I've come to ask you some questions about your ability. Can you recall when you first discovered it? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: Kaleb… I know things are… not going the way you expect them to, and I know your life has changed a lot over these past few days. I can give you some more time to process everything, come back little later. But eventually I'm going to need you to answer some questions. Four seconds on silence. SCP-6303: I… figured out my powers on the last day of 6th grade. I remember because… on the last day of school we spend all day outside playing. I was out near the woods behind the school, away from everyone, when I picked up a pine cone. I threw it and it bounced off a tree, but instead of falling back to the ground, it floated up into the sky. It just kept going up. I watched it go until it was too small to see. Hayes: (Writing on paper) So you threw a pine cone, and it just kept going up? SCP-6303 nods. Hayes: Strange, I thought you said you could only make things float. SCP-6303: I spent all summer vacation playing with my powers. I found out I could make things float, make them fly up, even make them fall fast. Hayes: Interesting. Did you tell anyone about your ability? Your parents or your friends? SCP-6303: No. I kept it a secret from everyone. Hayes: Any reason why? SCP-6303: I wanted to master my powers before I showed anyone. Hayes: Understandable. So why did you use your ability at your friend's birthday party? Did you feel like you had a hold of it? SCP-6303: Well, not really, but during the party Sebastian mentioned how much fun it would be to float around in space. I wanted to be cool, so I told him I could make him float. He laughed and called me a liar, so I grabbed his arm and made him float. Hayes: I see, and this was the first time you showed your ability to anyone? SCP-6303: Yes. Hayes: Ok Kaleb. Now, don't panic, but in a little bit some men are going to come get you and take you to one of our testing rooms. Don't worry, they're not going to hurt your or hook you up to any machines. We just want you to demonstrate your abilities in a safe environment, ok? SCP-6303 nods. Hayes: Good to hear! <End Log> > Test Log V Test Log Following Interview #002, SCP-6303's abilities were tested. The following was discovered about its anomalous properties: SCP-6303 is able to reduce the gravitational pull of an object to 0G. SCP-6303 is able to increase the gravitational pull of an object to 7G. SCP-6303 is able to change the gravitational direction of an object. An object with more mass puts more strain on SCP-6303. So far, SCP-6303 has been able to manipulate up to 700kg before passing out. Below is the list of objects SCP-6303 was ask to manipulate. Included are the methods SCP-6303 used to manipulate said objects. Object Manipulation Result 0.5 kg wooden block Reduce gravitational pull to 0G The wooden block lost all gravity, becoming weightless and remained suspended in the air 0.5 kg wooden block Change gravitational direction to upwards The wooden block rose to the ceiling 1 liter glass of water Change gravitational direction of only the water to upwards After several attempts, SCP-6303 managed to cause the water to rise to the ceiling 1 Columbidae4 feather Increase gravitational pull of feather to 3G Feather appeared to ignore wind resistance. Reportedly heavier than before manipulation 1 700kg steel cube Reduce gravitational pull to 0G SCP-6303 complained of feeling tired while attempting to manipulate the object. Instructed to continue. Lost consciousness before successfully completely removing gravity. Object did appear to lose some gravity, weighing only 182kg > Interview Log #008 V Interview Log #008 Log #: 008 Date: 10/02/2001 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: SCP-6303 was showing signs of depression. Dr. Hayes was asked to discuss this during their meeting. <Begin Log> Hayes: Did you read any of the books I got you? SCP-6303: (Shaking head) I don't like reading. Hayes: You don't like reading? Who doesn't like reading? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: (Clearing throat) I've been told that you haven't been feeling too great since the last time we met. Would you like to talk about it? SCP-6303: I hate it here. Hayes: What about it do you hate? SCP-6303: Everything. The food is bland, the library doesn't have anything I like, I'm not allowed to go anywhere or do anything, and everyone here act so… so…" Hayes: Cold? SCP-6303: (Nodding) I miss my parents, I miss my friends, I even miss school. Hayes: (Laughing) I bet you never thought you'd every say that! SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: It sounds like you're homesick. SCP-6303: I don't want to be here anymore. I just want to go home. Hayes: I know you do, Kaleb, I know you do. But you can't. It's what's best for you and for your family. SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: Homesick, huh? Is there anything from home in particular your missing, or an object that would make you feel better? Do you have any action figures or stuffed animals that would help you feel like you're home? It could be something as simple as your pillow or blanket. SCP-6303 opens its mouth, but closes it. Hayes: Don't be shy, I won't judge! SCP-6303: Now that you mention it, my pillow is too… you know when you sleep in a different bed, and you lay your head down and the pillow you lay on feels… Unfamiliar? Out of place? That's how my pillow feels. I guess I wouldn't say no to the pillow from my bedroom. Hayes: I'll see what I can do. How about food? Was there anything you had in mind? SCP-6303: There was a Chinese takeout place a few blocks from my house. Me and my family would get it every Friday. Hayes: Chinese and pillow, I'll let them know! SCP-6303: There's… one more thing. Hayes: Shoot. SCP-6303: Well… I mean… I don't NEED it, and if it's too much of an inconvenience, you don't have to… Hayes: What is it? SCP-6303: How busy are you? Like, do you have other people like me you meet with? Hayes: I have a few, why? SCP-6303: Oh, ok then. Nevermind. Hayes: No, tell me. What would you like? SCP-6303 remains silent for 3 seconds. SCP-6303: (Reluctantly) If you can… could you maybe… come visit more often? Like maybe every week instead of every other week? If you can't that's fine, I was just- Hayes: Of course I can come in more often! I'll need to rearrange some things, but it won't be a problem at all! SCP-6303: (Smiling) Really? Hayes: Yeah! All you had to do was ask. SCP-6303: Thanks Amelia. I… it means a lot. <End Log> > Interview Log #046 V Interview Log #046 Log #: 046 Date: 05/22/2002 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: The following is a recorded session between SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes. <Begin Log> [Dr. Hayes enters room a carrying large bag and a small Tupperware container.] Hayes: Good morning Kaleb! SCP-6303: Hi Amy, what you got there? Hayes: Something for the birthday boy. SCP-6303: You remembered? Hayes: Of course I did! It's written down in your file, not that I needed it to remember. SCP-6303: So what's in the bag? Hayes: I don't know, why don't you find out. SCP-6303 takes the bag and opens it. SCP-6303: My pillow! Hayes: I hope you still want it. Sorry it took so long, you would not BELIEVE the amount of red tape I needed to go through in order to get this. I was hoping to have it by Christmas, but a recent containment breach slowed everything down. SCP-6303 places the pillow on the table and lays its head on it. Hayes: Just like you remembered? SCP-6303: Better. Hayes places container on the table. SCP-6303: What's that? Hayes: You can't have a birthday without a little sugar. Dr. Hayes opens the container and pulls out a cupcake. Hayes: I would've brought an actual cake, but the Foundation is VERY strict about what foods you are and aren't allowed to bring to anomalies. Also, no candles, for obvious reasons. Dr. Hayes places the cupcake in front of SCP-6303 and proceeds to sing 'Happy Birthday' Hayes: Happy 13th Kaleb! You're a teenager now. <End Log> > Interview Log #068 V Interview Log #068 Log #: 068 Date: 07/02/2002 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: The following is a recorded session between SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes. <Begin Log> [SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes are playing chess in the containment cell.] Hayes: You're getting good at this, Kaleb. SCP-6303: Thanks. That book you got me really helped. Hayes: That's good to hear! And how about that one fantasy book I got you? SCP-6303: It's good. I was never a huge fan of fantasy or even reading, but that definitely sparked an interest. Do you have any other books to recommend? Hayes: Oh sure, there's tons of stories I think you should read. When I get home, I'll pick some out for you. SCP-6303: Thanks. Hayes: You know, I get made fun of for enjoying those Young Adult novels. SCP-6303: Really? Hayes: Yeah. I mean, I get it. They're meant for older middle schoolers and younger high schoolers. But I just love them so much! SCP-6303: I don't think it's weird. I was obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine until I was nine. I remember wearing my too-tight Thomas sneakers to 4th grade every day. I got really bad blisters, and it wasn't until I needed to go to the doctor that I finally threw them out. Hayes: (Laughing) Really? SCP-6303: Yep. My backpack was Thomas also. I got burn lines from how tight the straps wrapped around my shoulders. Eventually I grew out of it, it was just 5 years too late. Checkmate. Hayes: Hey! That's not fair, you distracted me with Thomas! Both SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes laugh. Hayes: Well, this was fun. Unfortunately, I can't stay forever. When I come back next week, I'll have a nice tower of books for you. Fair? SCP-6303 nods. Hayes: (Standing) Alright. I'll see you next week. SCP-6303: Amy? Hayes: (Stopping) Yes Kaleb? SCP-6303: Do you think… maybe… you could come a little bit earlier? Hayes: You mean at like 7? SCP-6303: No… I mean like… sighs like maybe Thursday? Hayes: Thursday? That's only 2 days from now. SCP-6303: I know, but… could you? Hayes: Is something special happening Thursday? SCP-6303: No… nothing in particular. Hayes: Then why do you want me to move next weeks session to then? SCP-6303: Well… I mean… I never said have it count as next weeks. Silence for 6 seconds. SCP-6303: Amy… I was wondering if you'd be able to schedule our visits for twice a week. Hayes: (Sighing) I don't know Kaleb. I have a lot going on, but… SCP-6303: (Sadly) It's ok then. Nevermind. You have things to do. Hayes: (Sitting) Hey… don't be like that. I completely understand you wanting me to come over more often. The other doctors… they aren't as friendly as I am, are they? SCP-6303 shakes its head. Dr. Hayes reaches out and takes SCP-6303's hand. Hayes: Hey… I'll see what I can do. <End Log> > Request To Lead Researcher Eliza V Request To Lead Researcher Eliza Request To: Dr. Elizabeth Eliza - SCP-6303 Lead Researcher Request From: Dr. Amelia Hayes - SCP-6303 Counselor Request Subject: Increase sessions with SCP-6303 from once a week (Mondays, 9am-1pm) to twice a week (Mondays/Fridays, 9am-1pm) Request Response: PARTIAL ACCEPTANCE Request Conditions: A two session week will be followed by a one session week, which will then be followed by a two session week. This order will be consecutive. > Interview Log #102 V Interview Log #102 Log #: 102 Date: 02/18/2003 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: The following is a recorded session between SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes. <Begin Log> SCP-6303: I really wish you were allowed to come more often. Hayes: I know, I wish I could too. B4. SCP-6303: Miss. Oh well, at least you'll be back Friday. Hayes: Kaleb… last week was our two session week. You won't see me until next Monday. SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: Kaleb? SCP-6303: (Harshly) J3. Hayes: Kaleb… Dr. Hayes reaches across the table, placing her hand over SCP-6303's. Both remain silent for several minutes. SCP-6303: Why do I have to stay here? Hayes: It's for your own good. SCP-6303: What if… what if I promised to never use my powers… Hayes: Kaleb… SCP-6303: What if I never use my powers again? Then I could be let go… and we could spend more time together and I could go home and see my family and my friends and I could continue school and- Hayes: Kaleb. Room remains silent for 13 seconds. SCP-6303: (Tearing up) I don't want to be alone. Dr. Hayes rubs SCP-6303's hand. Hayes: I know you don't. And I promise, as long as I'm on your research team, you never will be. SCP-6303 nods. SCP-6303: J3. Hayes: Hit. [Extraneous data has been removed. For a comprehensive transcription of Interview Log 6303/102, contact Lead Researcher Eliza.] Hayes: Well, Kaleb, that was fun, wasn't it? SCP-6303: Do you have to go right now? Couldn't you stay another 10 minutes? Hayes: I wish I could, but I'm already 20 minutes past my session. They REALLY don't like it when I go over. In fact, I'm probably going to have to explain this to Eliza afterwards. SCP-6303: I don't like Eliza. She's mean and somehow even less caring than the rest of the doc- Hayes: (Interrupting) Maybe keep those thoughts to yourself. SCP-6303: Sorry. Hayes: Just… be careful what you say out loud. Anyways, Kaleb, I'll see you next week. Dr. Hayes proceeds to the containment cell door. SCP-6303: Amy? Hayes: (Stopping) Yes? SCP-6303 walks up to Dr. Hayes and embraces her in a hug. Dr. Hayes is surprised, but quickly returns the gesture. <End Log> > Email From Dr. Eliza V Email From Dr. Eliza From: tni.pcs|azilee#tni.pcs|azilee To: tni.pcs|seyaha#tni.pcs|seyaha Subject: Concerns over SCP-6303 Dr Hayes, After looking over your most recent sessions, I am concerned you are getting too close with SCP-6303. I understand it's your job to upkeep the mental health of SCP objects, but it's my job to ensure absolute security and stability within the Medium-Risk sector. SCP-6303 has grown attached to you, and you to it. While not yet at the point where I need to intervene, it is getting close. Should I feel your relationship with SCP-6303 exceeds what is acceptable, I will not hesitate to write you up and reassign you to another SCP object. Do not let this get out of hand. Remember, SCP objects are objects, no matter how human they look. -Dr E. Eliza > Containment Breach Report V Containment Breach Report CONTAINMENT BREACH REPORT Date: 08/29/2003 Report: During the chaos of Incident S17-RSH-004, SCP-6303 managed to breach containment and attempted to flee Foundation custody. It reached the low-risk sector of the site before begin recaptured. SCP-6303 was subsequently placed in class 2 containment. > Interview Log #189 V Interview Log #189 Log #: 189 Date: 08/30/2003 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: Dr. Hayes was instructed to interview SCP-6303 on its escape attempt. <Begin Log> Hayes: You're lucky, you know. Those MTF agents could've shot you dead on the spot. Fortunately the officer was unusually cool headed. SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: You're also lucky they only put you in class 2 containment. Most anomalies that try what you tried end up in class 1. Do you know what class 1 means? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: It means no leaving your cell, it means no choosing what you get to eat, it means no amenities, it means you can't even shit when you want to. SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: And it means no more socialization privileges. No more 'us time,' no more weekly sessions. The only person you'll ever see is the occasional faceless guard, escorting you to and from the bathroom twice a day. SCP-6303: (Quietly) I didn't know that. Hayes: Well now you do, so you better think twice before pulling a stunt like that again. I am trying my absolute hardest to make your life as comfortable as possible, but all that effort won't mean a damn thing if you break the rules! SCP-6303 does not respond. Dr. Hayes takes several calming breaths. Hayes: What were you thinking, Kaleb? SCP-6303: I saw an opportunity. Hayes: An opportunity to what? Get yourself killed? MTF aside, do you have any idea the kind of things we keep here? SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: Look, Kaleb… I know you miss your family. I know you just want to go home. These past few years have been rough, I understand, but what YOU need to understand is that… even if you got to the surface, even if you somehow managed to get yourself home… your family wouldn't… Hayes takes a deep breath. Hayes: Your family wouldn't even recognize you. SCP-6303: What? Hayes: When we contain a humanoid SCP… we have different approaches to… informing… the families and friends of said SCP. Sometimes it's a simple missing persons case, sometimes we stage a death… and sometimes we… amnesticize them. SCP-6303: Amnesticize? Hayes: We… wipe their memories. Plant new ones. Basically, make them forget the SCP ever existed. And… I'm sorry to tell you this, but… SCP-6303: My family doesn't know who I am? Hayes: Kaleb… I'm so, so sorry. You don't even have a birth certificate anymore. Room remains silent for 6 seconds. SCP-6303: Why… Why would you do that? Hayes: It's not my choice. I personally am against it, but like I said, not my choice. Room remains silent for 8 seconds. SCP-6303: So… my family doesn't know I exist? Hayes: No, they don't. SCP-6303: Deep breath. Well, I guess it's a good thing I wasn't planning on going to them. Hayes: What? SCP-6303: Amy… my plan wasn't going to try and find my family. I don't know where I am, but I'm assuming it's far from any civilization. My plan was to get out and… find you. Hayes: Me? SCP-6303: I didn't try to escape because I miss my family, I tried to escape because I miss you. Hayes: Kaleb… we see each other every week. Sometimes twice a week. SCP-6303: That's not enough, Amy. You are the only person in my life right now who I call a friend. Everyone else… their only job is to either keep me in this room or keep me alive. I can't be restricted to 'once a week twice every other week.' Hayes: Kaleb… I- SCP-6303: I know, you put in requests to see me more often and if was up to you I'd never leave your side… but that's not how things are. How they are is I get to see you for a maximum of 8 hours a week. Every other hour is spent alone. And… I guess I just couldn't take it anymore. Amy… I… I l- SCP-6303 goes silent. Hayes: What is it? SCP-6303: Nothing. Hayes: Kaleb, please speak to me. SCP-6303: It's embarrassing and stupid. Besides, I'm 14 and you're 26. That's over a 10 year age gap. Room is silent for 5 seconds. Hayes: Maybe we should stop here for today. <End Log> > Email Conversation V Email Conversation From: tni.pcs|azilee#tni.pcs|azilee To: tni.pcs|awakayahl#tni.pcs|awakayahl Subject: Assigning new doctor to SCP-6303 Director, After examining the most recent session between Dr Hayes and SCP-6303, I have come to the conclusion that the subject has formed intimate feelings for the doctor. While it is unclear if the feeling is mutual, further interactions between the two would likely manifest into something unacceptable. As such, I have reassigned Dr Hayes to SCP-████. Dr Jones will take over for SCP-6303. -Dr E. Eliza From: tni.pcs|awakayahl#tni.pcs|awakayahl To: tni.pcs|azilee#tni.pcs|azilee Subject: RE: Assigning new doctor to SCP-6303 Elizabeth, Very well. We cannot afford such a relationship between an anomaly and a doctor, even one with a low clearance level. Still, I trust you won't hold anything against Amelia. She's a good doctor, don't sideline her because of this. With love, Hayakawa, Director of Site-17 > Interview Log #190 V Interview Log #190 Log #: 190 Date: 09/02/2003 Interviewer: Doctor Reginald Jones Interviewee: SCP-6303 <Begin Log> [Dr. Jones enters the class 2 containment cell.] Jones: Good day, SCP-6303. SCP-6303: Who are you? Jones: I am Doctor Jones. I have been assigned to- SCP-6303: Where's Amy? Jones: Doctor Hayes has been reassigned. SCP-6303: She… she what? Jones: Has been reassigned. I will be taking over. SCP-6303: Is it temporary? Is she coming back? When is she coming back? Jones: Doctor Hayes has been removed from the SCP-6303 research team entirely. SCP-6303: (Distressed) No. No no no! She can't be gone! Jones: Please calm down SCP-630- SCP-6303: DON'T CALL ME THAT! SCP-6303 lunges at Dr. Jones. Dr. Jones jolts back and presses his panic button. GenSec agents enter the room and subdue SCP-6303. Following the incident, SCP-6303 was placed in class 1 containment. <End Log> > Object Reclassification V Object Reclassification Object Reclassification Date: 09/04/2003 Filer: Dr. Elizabeth Eliza Subject: SCP-6303 Reclassify To: Neutralized Reason: At 7:02 am, SCP-6303 was found deceased in its cell. The subject had tied its shirt into a noose, and using its abilities to manipulate gravitational direction and force, managed to hang itself. Autopsy showed the subject died of a fractured cervical, not asphyxiation. It is believed the gravitational force produced by SCP-6303 was so strong, it broke its neck before closing its windpipe. Result: SCP-6303 reclassified as NEUTRALIZED > Page from Dr. Hayes's Diary V Page from Dr. Hayes's Diary It's been 2 days since I got the call about Kaleb. I've only stopped crying a few hours ago. Haven't been to work, called in sick both days. Not a complete lie. I still feel sick to my stomach. Haven't eaten anything in 2 days. Haven't showered, haven't changed my clothes, haven't turned the lights on in my house, hell the only times I've left my bed were to use the bathroom. Drank a little bit of water though. With the amount I've cried, I'm surprised I haven't died dehydrated to death yet. I just can't believe he's gone. For 2 years, I spent nearly every waking moment thinking about him. If not directly interacting with Kaleb, then thinking about what book to buy him or what card game to teach him or whatever. I should've pushed harder. I should've put my foot down and said "no, this kid needs me." Instead, I pussied out. I sank into my turtle shell and said "yes ma'am" to that bitch Eliza. What a heartless woman. I tried to get Kaleb's pillow, keep it as a little reminder of him. Eliza had it incinerated. What a fucking stupid whore bitch asshole prick. I hope she fucking burns in hell the sludge bleeding bastard. Just got off the phone with Dantensen. He asked me if there was anything he could do for me. I laughed. I laughed right into his ear for 2 minutes straight. It's exactly what I said to Kaleb when we first met. 'How can I help you?' 'What can I do for you?' 'Is there anything I can do?' I see the irony in the question now, because there's nothing TO do. Nothing will bring Kaleb back. Nothing will ever take this feeling of guilt from me. He's gone, and it's because I wasn't there for him. I've read our last session at least 20 times. Kaleb loved me. Sure, at the time some of it was romantic, but that's understandable. I'm the only woman person who's shown him a hint of warmth over the past 2 years. It makes sense why, when puberty hit and his sex hormones started kicking in, I was the one he gravitated towards. But even outside of romantic, Kaleb loved me. It's so painfully obvious reading through the sessions that he viewed me as an older sister or even mother. Like I said, I was the only friendly face he had. And when you run low on options, when your surrounded by coldness and uncaring people, a little bit of compassion goes a long way. I'll never admit this to anyone, but I loved him too. He was my little brother, and he helped me just as much as I helped him. I miss him so much already. I don't think I'll ever stop missing him. I'm going to see Caleb at Thanksgiving. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to stand looking at him. He reminds me so much of Kaleb, even beyond the name. Anyway, Dantensen told me that he knows what it's like to lose a skip anomaly subject client. Apparently he's lost 7 before. Can you believe that? 7. Over the course of 15 years. I've only been apart of the Foundation for 2, Kaleb was my first assignment. Since I joined, 5 have committed suicide at Site-17, with twice as many attempting it. None of them were mine, but still. 5 deaths in 2 years. That's too high. That's too many lives lost. Something I've been thinking since getting off the phone with Dantensen is how much sooner Kaleb would've killed himself I wasn't there for him. If I was never assigned to Kaleb, how long would he have lasted? He was depressed as shit by the first month. In a way, just me going into his cell every week with a smile bought him 2 extra years of life. Hell, he'd still be alive if that slut Eliza didn't reassign me. That made me start to think. How many of those 5 deaths could've been prevented if we were just a little kinder to these kids. How many lives would we save if we called people by their name, not number. There's only a handful of doctors at 17 who show compassion to people. It's discouraged by the heads, but the Ethics Committee won't ban it. I think I'll talk to some of the other doctors next time I go into work. Tomorrow. I'll go in tomorrow. I'll get my ass out of bed and go to work. I'll get my next assignment. I'll go to which ever poor soul was unfortunate enough to get caught by the Foundation, and I'm going to greet them with a smile. I'll listen to their problems, I'll bring them what they want, I'll do whatever I can to make them happy. I will be a reason for them to live. Even if I'm the only reason. Footnotes 1. The image displayed was unnecessarily humanizing and had little to do with SCP-6303's anomalous properties. If you want to include a picture of an SCP object, use its mugshot, not a photo from its childhood. -Dr E. Eliza 2. G-Force 3. Reminder: Psychologists and personnel tasked with upkeeping the mental health of humanoid anomalies are permitted to skipname. 4. 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slurppp Read my other works here! NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document was discovered within the Foundation database following a complaint issued by Site-42's Director Smith regarding a suspected falsified file. Questioning of personnel within Site-42 as well as thorough searches of database archives reveal that at no point has an SCP-6304 has ever been found or logged. Furthermore, no D-Class subject by the name of "Jackson Iut" has ever been attained by the Foundation. Further investigation is currently underway. SCP-6304's file and any derivative documents thereof have been moved to the Supplemental Files Record, pending further classification. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6304 Level2 Containment Class: neutralised Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo D-3812 Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6304 are to be kept in Site-42's morgue for further medical study. Should no additional anomalous characteristics be discovered, Class A Biohazardous Material Disposal Procedures are to be enacted. + Archived Containment Procedures - Close Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-6304 is currently quarantined within Site-42's D-Class dormitory. All D-Class personnel are to be temporarily relocated to vacant humanoid containment cells until suitable housing replacements are made. Plans to reconstruct the dormitory into a standard anomaly containment cell are pending. Observational studies of SCP-6304 may be conducted with approval from Site Director Smith. Description: SCP-6304 was a temporal anomaly that manifested within the presumably deceased body of D-38121; while a clinical examination could not be conducted due to SCP-6304's previously intangible state, exposure to external stimuli had been met with no response. The body was located on the top bunker of the far-left wing of Site-42's dormitory and since discovery, had displayed no signs of movement. SCP-6304 constantly exhibits a green glow of approximately 6 lux. (See Addendum 6304-A). Relocation of SCP-6304 could not be made as the body appeared to be completely intangible. Though SCP-6304 appeared to be able to rest atop D-3812's designated bunk bed, attempts at moving the bed revealed that SCP-6304 was simply hovering in place. Subjects within close proximity of SCP-6304 experienced a minor distortion in their perception of time, reporting slightly accelerated behavior from interactions for twenty-four hours after contact. Repeated contact halves the duration of this effect in half for each subsequent interaction. Although extended length of contact has led to a strong sense of déjà vu, no other side-effects appear to manifest. SCP-6304 was discovered and reported by several D-Class personnel following a large commotion at Site-42's D-Class dormitories during the early morning hours of September 23, 2032. According to video surveillance footage and testimony from D-Class personnel, SCP-6304 had manifested on the bed previously belonging to D-3812. Following intervention by Security Officer ██████, D-Class personnel were evacuated and SCP-6304 was cataloged. During a regularly scheduled review of security tape footage, 63,082,981 video files dated for September 23, 2032 were discovered within system files, amounting to 24 hours of footage. Following review, the footage was found to possibly be a byproduct of SCP-6304 and was thus designated as SCP-6304-1. Those who appear in the footage claim to have no recollection of the events depicted and administration of retrograde Class X amnestics revealed no evidence of memory tampering. An edited transcript of the compiled footage has been recorded below; an uncut version is available upon request (See Addendum 6304-B). It should be noted that with each recurring instance of SCP-6304-1, video and audio quality decreased by a significant margin, thus rendering a large majority of the videos unplayable. + Abridged transcript of video logs #1-6 - Close VIDEO LOG #1 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 09:13:32 D-3812 is seen conversing with several other D-Class personnel. Subject appears to be highly agitated. 09:13:30 | D-3812: "I'm telling you, I cleaned the restroom yesterday. Why the hell am I gonna have to do it again?" 09:13:39 | D-4991: "If you cleaned it yesterday, then why is it still so dirty? You didn't do shit." 09:13:46 | D-3812: "The fuck, man? It was spotless. If it's dirty now it's cuz you guys messed it all up." 09:13:56 | D-4268: "Even if you did clean it, you did it early. Bathroom cleanups are on Fridays, not Thursdays." 09:14:02 | D-3812: "What the fuck are you talking about? It's Saturday." 09:14:07 | D-4991: "Man, you're really losing your marbles, huh? He's right, it's Friday. So you still gotta clean, and this time, don't half-ass it." 09:14:20 | D-3812: "What? Guys, I swear I cleaned it. It was clean, and you guys even reminded me to do it yesterday. Is this some sort of stupid joke?" 09:14:37 | D-5343: "Just suck it up. We know that restroom duty sucks, but someone's gotta do it and this week, it's your turn." D-3812 argues about his conflicting account for fifteen minutes before D-Class are gathered for the mandatory morning role call. 11:58:40: D-3812 is seen talking with the on-site psychiatrist, Doctor ███, having been referred to by other D-Class personnel. 11:58:48 | D-3812: "I know how it sounds but I swear, my memory's amazing. Damn near photographic, has been for my entire life. And it wasn't some sort of weird hallucination or dream or nothing like that." 11:58:59 | Dr. ███: "Interesting. Then I presume that you aren't experiencing any strange symptoms? Headaches, inexplicable fatigue, insomnia, anything like that?" 11:59:08 | D-3812: "Nope. I'm totally fine." 11:59:13: Doctor ███ nods and writes on a clipboard. Text is rendered illegible due to insufficient video quality. 11:59:31 | Dr. ███: "Were you exposed to any anomalous objects recently? Your records show that you haven't been selected for testing in several weeks, but…" 11:59:45 | D-3812: "Nah, I've just been living day-to-day, you know? Kind of boring but at least I'm not in danger of dying every other afternoon." 11:59:56 | Dr. ███: "Right. Well I would recommend you-" [END LOG] Note: At exactly 12:00:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #2 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. Footage from 09/22/2032 shows that D-3812 had been asleep by 23:59:59. Previous iteration of footage from 09/23 also shows that D-3812 had been asleep at this time. 00:00:07 D-3812 looks around, apparently confused. 00:00:20 D-3812 remains sitting on his bed. 00:01:12 D-3812 lies down and presumably returns to sleep. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 06:00:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #3 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:12 D-3812 gets up from his bed and quietly walks to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The clock is relatively consistent with the time logged on video, with a discrepancy of about 30 seconds. 00:00:56 D-3812 walks back to his bed and lies down. 00:01:10 | D-3812: I… [Incomprehensible] why is [Incomprehensible]. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless, or otherwise asleep for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 03:00:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #4 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:08 D-3812 gets up from his bed and quietly walks to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The time recorded on the clock is unknown. 00:00:16 D-3812 moves to wake a nearby D-Class. D-Class identified as D-4991. 00:00:22 | D-3812: [Incomprehensible] 00:00:40 D-4991 awakens. A lengthy conversation is held, though the audio quality had deteriorated to the point where nearly no words are discernible. 00:06:11 D-4991 returns to sleep. D-3812 returns to his bed and lies down. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless, or otherwise asleep for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 01:30:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #5 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:04 D-3812 gets up from his bed and quickly walks to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The time recorded on the clock is unknown. 00:00:10 D-3812 stares at the clock for an extended period of time. 00:01:02 D-3812 begins yelling incomprehensibly. Several D-Class wake and begin talking. 00:01:49 D-3812 is surrounded by several D-Class. D-3812 begins to act erratically, pointing at the clock and talking loudly. 00:03:00 D-4991 punches D-3812 directly in the face. D-3812 promptly falls unconscious and is dragged back to his bed. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless, or otherwise unconscious for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 00:45:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #6 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:03 D-3812 gets up from his bed and sprints to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The time recorded on the clock is unknown. 00:00:09 D-3812 begins shouting incoherently. 00:00:18 Multiple D-Class awaken. More shouting ensues. 00:01:11 A security officer arrives and after a brief conversation, escorts D-3812 out of the dormitory. Due to the poor quality of the video, the identity of the security officer is unknown. 00:02:48 D-3812 is seen being escorted to a solitary holding cell and is locked inside. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 is seen shouting and slamming on the walls of the holding cell for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 00:22:30, the footage abruptly cuts off. Due to increasingly poor quality, no further information could be deduced from other iterations of SCP-6304-1. However, it should be noted that with each instance of SCP-6304-1, the duration of each video is decreased by 50%. Video files #149 and above were unable to be rendered, being measured as having a duration of zero seconds. Addendum 6304-A: Three days after the initial discovery of SCP-6304, Researcher ███████ discovered that the light produced by SCP-6304 had decreased from 6 to 5 lux for unknown reasons; further analysis reveals that SCP-6304's light levels were slowly decreasing as time passes. Item description updated to reflect this change. Addendum 6304-B: On October 29, 2032, SCP-6304 became inert and lost its anomalous properties; it no longer produced light, and could be interacted with as with any other non-anomalous object without side-effects. SCP-6304 showed no signs of decomposition, though it's likely that this was a result of its previous anomalous properties. Additionally, all instances of SCP-6304-1 were expunged from the site database. Attempts at file recovery were met with failure. Reclassification from Euclid to Neutralised approved by Site Director Smith on November 29, 2032. Footnotes 1. Born Jackson Iut ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6304" by slurppp, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6304. 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: mugshot.jpg Author: U.S Dept of Justice License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mugshot_of_Tim_Donaghy.jpg
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By Marcelles D. Raynes Link To Guide Item#:6305 Clearance Level 1: Clearance Special Containment Procedures Washington Middle School has been condemned. A 16-meter exclusion zone has been established surrounding SCP-6305's manifestation coordinates. Foundation agents under the guise of FBI agents are to patrol the interior of Washington Middle School in Rutherford, New Jersey, and document any additions to SCP-6305's current series of events. The agents are to persuade or force local individuals curious about their activities away from the containment site. Amnestic treatment is to be administered as one sees fit. The local newspaper, radio stations, and media outlets are to be heavily censored. The population of Rutherford is to be disseminated Cover Story 24 ("Murder Investigation") through local influential figures. The presence of one Foundation staff member is required within the gymnasium per testing cycle. Failure to adhere to this procedure will result in the degradation of the consciousness of the assigned research staff and its gradual replacement with that of Aaron Fisher. This containment protocol does not apply to other rooms within Washington Middle School. Should an individual entering Washington Middle School experience mild to severe hallucinations not from the perspective of Aaron Fisher, the afflicted are to be considered lost. Attempts to recover their remains from within the walls may result in loss of limbs or digits. Foundation agents are to be replaced rotated on a bi-weekly schedule or as needed. Auditory hallucinations that occur during this period should be ignored. Description SCP-6305 is a series of spectral manifestations that have been occurring at Washington Middle School since the summer of 2012. These phenomena are confirmed to be related to the death of former student Aaron Fisher, who was nine years old at the time of his passing. SCP-6305 is not sapient, but exhibits mild sentience, demonstrating curiosity in the activities of Foundation staff and appropriate reactions to fear-inducing stimuli. It is important to note that SCP-6305 does not exhibit any human emotions. Cries for help and respite from its current situation are auditory hallucinations. Following inhabitation, Washington Middle School began demonstrating several anomalous qualities, which have been redacted per Overseer Order. These anomalous attributes are no longer relevant, as the individuals involved in the Incident have been laid to rest according to official Foundation occult practices. Exploration.01 The following is an exploration log edited together from footage collected by the surviving member of the ICT1. DATE: 1 April 2022 TIME: 23:26 LOCATION: Washington Middle School <Begin Log> Footage begins with the ICT approaching Washington Middle School. The families that live on the surrounding block have been removed and amnesticized. Civilian vehicles have been removed. ██████ has been removed. Foundation Mobile Containment Units are parked alongside the entrance to Washington Middle School, and several members of the ICT disperse to establish a perimeter along the school's border. A squadron of five ICT members approaches the entrance to Washington Middle School equipped with spectral deflectors and wreaths made of woven sage upon their heads. ICT members Leah Freeman, Deann Hedge, and Harmonie Brown, enter through the school's main entrance. Freeman takes point, spraying the hallways with infused warding salts. The wooden floor is severely withered and shows evidence of mold consumption. The paint on the walls has eroded, revealing dilapidated concrete underneath. Fluorescent lights are suspended from the ceiling via cables, which Freeman has to move in order to avoid collision with them. Additionally, the windows on all of the doors have been shattered. Freeman leads her team to the principal's office, spraying the warding salts along the room's perimeter upon entry. The principal's desk is overturned with its contents spilled on the floor. Two partially decomposed skeletons can be observed in the corner in a position suggesting an embrace. The angle of both necks suggests the cause of death was a compressed carotid artery in both subjects. Above the bodies is a phrase written in an unknown substance that reads: the liars. A crashing noise is heard from outside of the office, drawing the attention of the team. Hedge: Sounded like metal on metal. Freeman: Probably a wandering spirit knocking into a locker or something. Hedge: That'd didn't sound like any locker I've heard before, chief. Hedge exits, followed by the others. They progress down the corridor leading past the library. The air gradually becomes more clouded as they continue. As noted by occasional fits of coughing from the team members, the air quality worsens significantly. After ten seconds of walking, however, the path becomes obstructed by an unseen force, halting progress at the entrance to the school library. Freeman activates her flashlight at this point and points it in the direction of the obstruction. Just ahead is a mass of tangled rope, woven in a way similar to that of a spider's web. Ensnared on the web is a cadaver, an adolescent female with her lips missing. Wounds on the surrounding dermal tissue would suggest they were bitten or torn off. An insectoid-like limb extends from between ceiling panels and removes two of them. From the opening, a tendril-like appendage with a human face descends along the web. It maneuvers to the cadaver while making clicking noises with its mouth. While Freeman tracks the entity with her flashlight, it does not take notice of the team. The tendril converges on the cadaver and begins to consume the flesh around the mouth region. The cadaver's left-hand spasms upward in response to this, however, it is unclear if this is a conscious movement or an unconscious physiological response. Brown gasps as a loud cracking sound is heard coming from the cadaver. The tendril ceases its activity and appears to acknowledge Brown. The appendage emits a shriek that temporarily disables the audio feed and causes the team to recoil. It ascends through the ceiling panel, and the cadaver becomes dislodged from the webbing. Its head is disconnected from its body at the neck. After several seconds the cadaver begins to spasm, and tearing sounds can be heard as a swarm of Latrodectus mactans2 emerge from a gap in the neck. The spiders scatter into cracks in the floor and walls until all have dispersed. Brown: Christ. Freeman leads the team in the opposite direction, taking two additional corridors with minimal anomalous activity demonstrated by the school. As they turn down the third corridor, which according to school blueprints leads to the nurse's office, a red slurry can be seen coating the floors and walls. Mixed into the substance appear to be numerous clusters of unhatched spider eggs and several human mouths. Large portions of severed limbs are floating on an anomalously generated current toward the gymnasium. Within the walls, the faces of ██████ ████, █████ ██████, █████ ████, and other Washington School teachers can be identified. Their expressions suggest extreme agony, confusion, and dismay, however, due to their lack of sapience this cannot be confirmed. Brown sprays warding salts on the faces, causing them to contort until they express agitation. The eyes of the faces roll backward until only the sclera can be seen. The bones within the jaw break and reform rapidly to allow for extension beyond that of human limitation. Brown: Oh my god. Freeman: Calm down, Harm. Calm d– <End Log> Despite Foundation paramedical efforts, the faces of Brown, Hedge, and Freeman could not be recovered from within the walls of Washington Middle School. Deann Hedge, who survived through currently unknown methods, was taken to Site-83 to give her account of the events discovered in the initial exploration log and verify recovered footage. Interview: Deann Hedge Interviewer: Senior Researcher Amir Nassar Interviewed: Deann Hedge Foreward: Interview was conducted following extensive psychological evaluation to ensure that Hedge was of sound mind. Facial recognition software was successfully able to confirm Hedge's identity, however, an automatic facial scanner was installed within the interview chamber to ensure the safety of both individuals. <Begin Log> Nassar: Welcome back to Site-83 Mrs. Hedge. How's your recovery progressing? Hedge: Um, well, I think. I've been in hot spots before but I never came that close to… actually dying. Haha… Nassar: You know, I went to Washington Middle School myself when I was a kid. This is… weirdly nostalgic for me. Hedge: Yeah… Facial Identification Scan Status: Positive | Interview may proceed as scheduled. Hedge: What's that? Nassar: Facial I.D. software. For safety, of course. You were in contact with some really strange stuff, Dee, and we just want to make sure you're alright. Hedge: Oh… okay. Nassar: Are you ready to continue? Hedge nods. Nassar: I know this might be a sensitive issue for you, but would you be able to explain how you managed to survive the events that resulted in the deaths of Leah Freeman and Harmonie Brown to the best of your ability? Hedge: Well I… got lucky. Nassar: Lucky? Can you elaborate a little more, for the record? Hedge: I– (She sighs.) I made eye contact with that thing in there. I could see its– his–pain. Those poor kids… They didn't do anything wrong but that's… that's not what he felt. Nassar: By "he" are you referencing the anomalous arachnoid entity Leah Freeman spotted near the beginning of your containment procedures? Hedge: Aaron, yes. That's his name. Please use his name. Nassar: Tell me more about your observations of the… Aaron? Hedge: What more is there to tell? I saw his face, and the face of his classmates, his teachers, and everyone else who wasn't there for him. They were writhing in agony, lips torn from their mouths, spiders pouring out of their noses and eyes. They got what they deserved. I am certain of that. Facial Identification Scan Status: Positive | Interview may proceed as scheduled. Nassar: You seem rather strong in your conviction, Deann. What makes you so sure that these innocent people met some kind of divine justice through SCP-6305? Hedge: Innocent? (She laughs) If you had seen what they had done to me– to Aaron– you wouldn't be so quick to take their side. I can still hear them, whispering in the hallways, behind closed doors, around the corners, places where they think I can't hear them. I know they're talking at me. Laughing at me. They can pretend all they want, but they can't fool me. Nassar: Are you suggesting that Aaron Fisher was experiencing paranoia prior to his conversion into a spectral entity? Hedge: Paranoid? No. That's… that's a cruel word, Amir. Nassar: It's the most accurate phrase I could think of. My apologies if I've offended you in any way. Hedge: It's really not okay. Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject undetected in database. | Interviewer may proceed with caution. Nassar: Can you recite your Foundation identification number for me? Hedge: Yeah, why? Nassar: Humor me. Hedge: 8673-4425-91. Nassar: Strange. The software must be malfunctioning. Hedge: Did you think I was compromised? Nassar: No, I just wanted– Hedge: Are you calling me a liar, Amir? Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer must seek shelter. Nassar: Security! Nassar activates the emergency button underneath the desk, however, the doors do not open. Armed security personnel on the other side are unable to open the door to the interview chamber. Hedge: You're just like the rest of them. I can't trust anyone. I can't trust anyone. I can– Hedge's neck abruptly rotates ninety degrees horizontally. It is evident that bones have shattered based on the numerous cracking sounds heard at this juncture. Nassar retreats to the door and attempts to pry it open in conjunction with the armed security personnel. A rope descends from an unseen point in the ceiling, coiling around itself until it resembles a hangman's noose. The noose wraps around Hedge's neck and pulls upward. Hedge remains suspended approximately two meters off the ground. Hedge: You can't help them now, can you? Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer must seek shelter. Hedge: It's too late. The dermal tissue around Hedge's lips begins to slough off. Her eyes gloss over and roll into the back of her head, exposing the sclera. Her jaw contorts, snapping bone structure until it extends past her knees. While her lips no longer move, she is still capable of speech. How this occurs is unknown. Nassar's screams are barely audible as Hedge's voice overpowers the microphone. Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer must seek protection. Hedge: Don't you remember the play? Remember how they made fun of me? How they kept talking about me behind my back? Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer abandon hope. Hedge: I hate you. <Afterword:> The security team was able to acquire a Foundation grade welder and cut open the door to the interview chamber. They found Nassar in the corner opposite Hedge, covered in a mixture of sweat and urine. After cutting Hedge down, Nassar requested to be transferred to another project. However, due to his familiarity with SCP-6305, Washington Middle School, and possibly Aaron Fisher, this request was denied. <End Log> Documented Phenomena The following is a categorized list of documented phenomena that occur in Washington Middle School. Observations were done every day over the course of two months in order to identify reoccurring anomalous activity and distinguish them from unique events. Testing was remotely overseen by Amir Nassar, who was able to return power to a few functioning cameras. D-1623 was the primary candidate for the tests, as she had shown co-operation with Foundation experiments in the past. She was equipped with a 9mm pistol and rubber bullets to deter physical threats, warding salts to deter spectral ones, and a long-range microphone for communication. LOC: SCIENCE ROOM TIME: 09:15 <Begin Log> Camera activates, showing the science room. Several destroyed Erlenmeyer flasks containing traces of unknown chemical compositions. D-1623 enters, spreading warding salts in front of her as she progresses. D-6123: Wow. Place has really gone to shit since you graduated, huh? Nassar: We can talk about that when you get back to base. D-1623: Geeze, okay. Sorry man, I'm just. I mean look at this shit. What is this? D-1623 holds up a tray, on it is a partially dissected organism. As the majority of the organism's mass has been removed, it vaguely resembles an amphibian. The interior of the carcass is filled with rope. Nassar: Nothing important. You're in their science lab, after all. You can expect to see some dissections among the rubble. D-1623 places the tray beside an overturned and rusted chair before continuing to explore the room. Apparitions of school children begin to appear, taking their places at the desks. The apparition of a teacher manifests behind D-1623, causing her to startle momentarily. She regains her composure quickly however and moves to the back of the classroom. Nassar: What are you doing? D-1623: Didn't want to interfere with the uh… I'm guessing these are memories? Nassar: Proceed. The entities continue to manifest until there are 25 of them total; 24 adolescents and 1 adult. Facial identification proves inconclusive for all but one of the apparitions, that being Aaron Fisher. Fisher can be seen crouching behind a textbook in the back of the classroom, near D-1623. He is wearing a hood over his head, and his body language suggests attempted avoidance of being observed. The teacher points at Fisher, who appears to correctly answer the question being asked. He walks to the front of the classroom and presents a dissected amphibian on a tray before placing it on a nearby desk. The other students turn around to look at him, causing apparent discomfort in Fisher. The apparitions then dissipate. D-1623: Poor kid. Must have hated having a million eyes on him. Nassar: What makes you say that? D-1623: Well I mean, just look at his body language! Hiding behind his books, walking with his hood up. He probably felt alone here, I'm willing to bet. Nassar: Are you an expert on human psychology? D-1623: No, man, I just remember what it was like to be a kid. Lotta pressure to fit in, ya know? And when you don't do that well, then… Nassar: Is there anything else you can see happening in that room? D-1623: Nah. There's rope everywhere now though. Wasn't there a second ago. There's um… a couple nooses under the desks now too. Jesus. Nassar: Proceed with caution. D-1623: I'll do my best, chief. <End Log> LOC: LIBRARY TIME: 12:45 <Begin Log> Camera activates, showing the library. While the majority of the books have been knocked off the shelves, the shelves themself have remained relatively unaffected. Several cobwebs comprised of various-sized ropes can be seen in between the shelves, conjoining them. Traversing along the rope, small arachnoid entities can be observed, notably missing faces. As D-1623 enters through the north-facing doorway, the arachnoid entities flee and take shelter within the bookcases, cracks in the flooring, and the ceiling. D-1623: Geeezus. Nassar: Please continue to spread the warding salts at your discretion. D-1623: Sure, chief. But good lord, you actually taught here? It wasn't always this shitty, was it? Nassar: No, it most certainly wasn't. D-1623: J.K. Rowling, Ayn Rand, Mary Pope Osborne? Absolutely zero quality control. Nassar: Oh. D-1623: I'm just messing with you, man, but holy shit. This place is just… I can feel something here. More than just the anomalous shit that you can pick up on the cameras. It's like there's this sense of grief that's palatable in the air. Kind of like walking through a graveyard to see someone you care about. Apparitions manifest, startling D-1623 momentarily. The apparitions take the form of Washington Middle School students, Julia Nowinsky, Regan Torrens, and Aaron Fisher. Nowinsky and Torrens are sitting at a table near Fisher, but whether they are studying or reading for leisure is unclear. Seconds pass and Torrens begins to flick paper triangles at Nowinsky, much to her apparent chagrin. Her apparition can be seen blushing, playfully trying to get Torrens to cease. They laugh. Fisher acknowledges the two students and a look suggesting concern forms on his face. He is reading a novel, although the title appears smudged and illegible. He slams the book down in apparent frustration. Fisher rises and walks to Nowinsky and Torrens, who stop their conversation to talk to him. While Torrens appears to remain neutral with Fisher, Fisher's body language suggests he is expressing severe anger. Nowinsky appears visibly confused, and Torrens pulls out a chair, presumably for Fisher to sit in. Fisher, however, does not take a seat and instead walks to another part of the library in emotional distress. D-1623 follows him at this point, as Nowinksy and Torrens fade from view. D-1623 encounters Fisher in a corner huddled in a fetal position with his head in his hands. A spider descends from the ceiling and lands on Fisher's shoulder. Fisher allows the arachnid to crawl into his hand, and he strokes its abdomen. He begins smiling before noticing someone behind D-1623 who is not visible. Fisher turns away from the individual, obscuring his face. His body language suggests continued crying. D-1623: Poor kid. <End Log> LOC: GYMNASIUM TIME: 13:30 <Begin Log> Camera activates, however, the video transmission is cut off before any meaningful data can be received. Audio is still functional. D-1623 is heard entering. D-1623: The uh, doors there were kind of hard to open. I'm guessing that's on account of whatever the fuck this shit is on the floor. Nassar: The camera in that room isn't functioning. Can you describe what you're seeing? D-1623: Uh, yeah sure. So that shit on the floor? It's like, real fuckin' sticky. Kind of like stepping in honey almost. Kind of reeks in here too. Like rotten fruit and acetone. Nassar: Do you see any anomalous activity? D-1623: Not yet, just a lot of that brown stuff and like, destroyed floorboards, shattered light fixtures, real post-apocalypse shit you know? There were ghosts too, like in the other rooms. Putting on some kind of talent show? Didn't see Fisher though, and when the ghosts opened the curtains, they screamed and went away. The curtains on the stage are closed now though, lots of dried blood up there too. There's these blue doors next to it that are also closed. Lights are on in there though. Nassar: That's the storage room. Can you navigate over there and investigate? D-1623: Sure, give me a second. Several seconds pass in near-silence. The only sounds audible are the squelching noise of D-1623's boots as she progresses through the previously described substance and a low humming noise that gradually increases in volume. D-1623: You hear that? Nassar: I do. It's likely a result of the microphone picking up some low-frequency tones. Likely from an amplifier on-stage. D-1623: Amps can do that? Nassar: Please tell me what you see in the storage room. D-1623: …alright. The door's pretty banged up, like there's scratches on the outside and handprints on the inside. The glass on the door is busted and the wood around it is… uh… stretched? Nassar: "Stretched"? D-1623: Yeah, like, like something way too big and round tried to force its way into the room and stretched the wood outward. Nassar: What about the inside? D-1623: Yeah it's um… holy fuck are those bodies? Nassar: Please describe what you're seeing. D-1623: Just… corpses man. All decomposed with holes in them and like, silk. A lot of them have these giants holes in their stomachs. Like something like, I dunno, came out of them? And uh, oh, there's a journal here. Nassar: Place the journal in a biohazard security bag for retrieval. D-1623: Will do. A sound similar to skittering is heard, presumably from outside of the storage room. D-1623 inhales sharply. She knocks something metallic over, resulting in several loud crashes and wet, squelching sounds being created near her. D-1623: Fuck was that? Nassar: Remain calm. Find a secure location to hide and observe your surroundings. Don't continue if it's not safe. D-1623: (Whispering) I'm hiding in the fucking sports equipment. Nassar: Can you describe the entity that you're hiding from? D-1623: Aaron Fisher. Wooden creaking is heard. Loud footsteps become audible. Clicking noises can be heard, along with D-1623's accelerated breath. Sniffing can be heard, followed shortly by the sound of metal scraping against the floor. D-1623 abruptly stops breathing, presumably holding her breath. Fisher: Stop laughing at me. Tearing metal can be heard. Shots are fired. D-1623 screams. Footage ends. <End Log> Recovered Diary During observation of the gymnasium phenomena, D-1623 was able to recover a diary written by Aaron Fisher prior to losing contact with Researcher Nassar. The diary was transported from the gymnasium to Site-83 for analysis, where it was discovered the pages were comprised of human skin, bound by arachnoid silk. The entries written therein have been uploaded and attached to this document following cognitohazardous screening. My therapist says I should keep a diary of what I'm thinking during the day. I don't see how that'll help, these people are still going to talk about me behind my back. I caught Ryan and Julia laughing at something in the library but they got real quiet when I walked over. They're talking about me, probably about my really lanky arms and my stupid giant head. They're just too scared to admit it. How am I supposed to believe that anyone here really wants to be my friend when they're clearly lying straight to my face? How am I supposed to trust when no trust is being given to me? It's just… really hypocritical. I don't like it, and I don't think I can do anything about it. Not yet anyway. Mrs. DeLorenzo taught us about "symbiosis" today. Apparently, there's loads of animals and plants that help each other out in the wild. Helps them like, live better I guess. Like how there's birds that get to eat for free because they pick uneaten food out of a crocodile's teeth. The crocodile gets a clean mouth, and the bird gets a free snack. Everyone's happy. I wonder if symbiosis works with people too? We had a second teacher with us today, a helper for Mrs. D. Mr. Nassar! What a weird guy. He was pretty funny though. Talked a lot about science and stuff. We even did an experiment and dissected frogs in the science room with him today. It was a lot of fun for the most part, except for whenever he called on me and made me walk to the front of the class. I hated that part. I hate when everyone's eyes are on me. Like I'm some kind of mistake, or a freak or something. I know that's what they're saying about me, just no one will say it straight to my face. There's a play coming up. I talked to Mrs. DeLorenzo and my therapist about auditioning. Maybe people will like me more if I'm a good actor. I got a part! Not just any part, but a supporting lead! I'm really excited, maybe I'll finally get people to like me. I found a spider in my costume yesterday at rehearsal though. I mean, I'm not that surprised because they keep the costumes in the room next to the stage, and no one's really been in there for a long time. Lots of cobwebs and stuff, ya know? Creepy thing must have found its way into my jacket sleeve overnight. Freaked me out at first but… I killed it. I heard some of the other kids laughing at me when I screamed. I tried to catch a look at them but they walked away really fast before I could come out of that storage room. I think I saw Julia and Ryan? Maybe some others? I don't know. I'm not sure what I'm nervous about. This is probably just something friends do, right? I keep finding spiders at rehearsal now. On the stage where I'm supposed to give my monologues, in my costumes, even in my lunch box sometimes. I hate them. I can hear stupid Torrens and his friends laughing at me whenever I get scared by one. And I know they're laughing at me because they get real quiet when I questioned them about it. Torrens said he didn't know anything about the spiders. I don't believe him. I know it's him that's doing this, or one of his smooth-brain friends. It has to be. Why are they still doing this to me? I thought that if I joined the play then maybe I'd become cool. If I was cool everyone would stop talking about me behind my back. If I was cool everyone would want to be my friend. If I was cool, maybe I wouldn't feel like this on the inside. I'll show them though. Exploration.02 Researcher Nassar was ordered by O5 Command in order to investigate the gymnasium personally, under the hypothesis that his familiarity with the school allow him to establish a unique perspective on the anomaly. He was equipped with talismans infused with infernal thaumaturgy in the event the anomaly proved especially difficult to contain, and a sanitation crew was kept on standby at the perimeter of Washington Middle School in the event Nassar's cadaver necessitated retrieval. <Begin Log> Nassar enters the gymnasium, holding a talisman in front of him. The stage curtains have parted slightly, allowing him to view the inside. On stage, hung by the neck from the rafters, is the body of an adolescent male. Facial identification confirms that this is the body of Aaron Fisher. Nassar: Jesus Aaron… Someone should have done something. I should have done something. I'm so sorry. Off-camera, noise can be heard. Nassar turns, jumping off-stage and proceeding to the center of the gymnasium. Several nooses comprised of rope descend from the ceiling and tighten around Nassar's arms and legs, hoisting him upward. An arachnoid entity emerges from beneath the floor. The entity is large, approximately 4 meters in width and 10 meters in length. At the back of its abdomen, a long appendage comprised of seared flesh can be observed. The flesh here is segmented, visually resembling that of a common earthworm. In each segment, several human faces can be seen including Leah Freeman, Deann Hedge, Alan Brown, and D-1623. All faces present appear at rest, as their eyes are closed. The creature's head is also human in appearance. The face appears disheveled and gaunt. The eyes have sunken in and cheekbones are visible, suggesting malnutrition. From its neck, a noose can be seen, although the rope is severed. Facial identification software identified this face as Aaron Fisher. Nassar: A-Aaron? Fisher: You? I remember you. You were one of the teacher's helpers I think. Mrs. DeLorenzo… wait, Mr. Nassar? Nassar: It's me. I graduated a long time before you even started first grade. Mrs. DeLorenzo was my teacher too, a long time ago. Fisher: She was? Nassar: Yeah, she was. She was the best. I guess that's part of the reason why I decided to go back to Washington School when I was working on my degree. The entity maneuvers around Nassar's body, encircling him. Nassar flinches. Fisher: Can I tell you something? Nassar: Of course. Fisher: I hate them. I've always hated them. Ever since they started laughing at me behind my back, and especially since that stupid prank on me at rehearsal. I showed them though. I got to hear them all get scared and attacked and dead and… and… Silence. Fisher: Look at me! Open your eyes and look at me! Hesitantly, Nassar opens his eyes. The entity has assumed a near-vertical upright position with every extremity on its segments fully extended, suggesting aggression. The entity does not engage in hostilities with Nassar however and instead extends the flesh of its neck approximately four meters until its eyes are level with Nassar's. Nassar does not move. The entity's face suggests anger, and the faces along its abdominal region contort into perceived agitated expressions as well. The entity maintains this pose for approximately 10 seconds before shifting. The faces on the abdominal region alter their expressions, now resembling that of melancholy. The entity lowers to the ground, unmoving, and Nassar walks to its head. The creature can be seen crying. Fisher: Why does everyone hate me? Nassar sits down beside the entity's head. Nassar: I don't hate you, and neither did they. You just… had a lot of strong emotions. A lot of feelings. Everyone has those, Aaron. Nobody hates you. Fisher: I just wanted them to feel what I felt. They didn't know what it was like to feel empty on the inside. They had no idea what I was going through, but they do now. Nassar: Yeah, yeah they do, Aaron. Fisher: I just… I'm not sorry. They did it to themselves! Nassar: It's okay, Aaron. The entity retreats from Nassar. Two of its limbs grab the sides of its "primary" face, as if in extreme pain. The entity proceeds to writhe on the ground for several seconds, occasionally emitting sounds that suggest it is crying. The faces along the entity's back begin releasing streams of a water-like substance from their eyes as they continue to mimic the sound the "primary" face is making. Fisher: It's not my fault. It's not my fault! Nassar: (Shouting) I know! The entity ceases thrashing on the floor abruptly and stares at Nassar. Its eyes are bloodshot, and it is making a facial expression reminiscent of grief. Fisher: What? Nassar: (Softly) I know it wasn't your fault, Aaron. You just did what you felt was best at the time. You're allowed to feel that way, to act out if you want to, but there are other methods we can use to help you feel better. Fisher: No, there's nothing else you can do, Mr. Nassar. Not then, not now, not ever. Nassar points to the cadaver hung from the stage. Nassar: There is something I can do for you. The entity looks at the cadaver and sniffles. It then looks back to Nassar, facial expressions mimicking concern or confusion. Fisher: I don't… Nassar: It's okay. Trust me, I'll take care of you now. I wasn't there for you before but… I can be there for you now. Fisher: Are you mad? Nassar: Not at all. I promise. <End Log> Following this exploration, the body of Aaron Fisher was removed from the rafters and cremated. The ashes were spread in the meadowlands, located in a nearby area. All anomalous activity within Washington Middle School has ceased at the time of writing. Efforts to rebuild the school are currently underway. Footnotes 1. 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Item#: SCP-6306 Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6306 have been properly disposed of. Dr. Wettle is to report further incidents correlating with SCP-6306, if they occur. Description: SCP-6306 was an A4-sized sheet of paper formerly belonging to Dr. W. Wettle. It contained various 'New Year's Resolution' goals, though the exact contents of SCP-6306 have yet to be disclosed, as Dr. Wettle refused to elaborate on the written desires he planned to fulfill the coming year. While SCP-6306 itself was non-anomalous, the circumstances surrounding its sudden neutralization.See Incident 6306-1. warranted its SCP designation. It is unknown whether the incident involving SCP-6306 was caused by an unidentified third party or SCP-6306 itself. Dr. Wettle has prohibited any further exploration into the anomalous makeup of SCP-6306 due to it being "unnecessary." Incident 6306-1: The following is a transcription of the events immediately leading to and after SCP-6306's abrupt nullification. Recording Log Date: 12/31/21 - 01/01/22 Foreword: Footage taken from security cameras implemented within Dr. Wettle's office. Footage begins. [Dr. Wettle is seated in his office chair, skimming through SCP-6306's contents, faintly smiling. He takes a sip from his coffee mug while still holding onto SCP-6306.] [A spark is seen on the bottom-left corner of SCP-6306 before it suddenly catches on fire..This occurs exactly on midnight. Dr. Wettle sees this and accidentally chokes on his coffee as he steps from his desk, leaving SCP-6306 resting on top and kicking away his seat as it slides across the room. Dr. Wettle appears confused.] [Dr. Wettle swears under his breath as he notices the coffee stain on his lab coat before turning his attention to SCP-6306. He gradually approaches it before throwing it on the floor and repeatedly stomping on it. Despite this, the fire does not subside and continues spreading throughout SCP-6306. Dr. Wettle sighs, putting his hands on the back of his neck before swiftly exiting his office.] [Five minutes later, Dr. Wettle returns with a fire extinguisher and attempts to extinguish the fire once more. He coughs and closes his eyes as excess amount of haze is released. He eventually succeeds, however, SCP-6306 is entirely disintegrated before the flames were put out. Dr. Wettle sets down the fire extinguisher off-camera.] [A message composed of SCP-6306's ashes remains, reading: "As if you'd fulfill them anyway." Dr. Wettle stares at this for a brief moment before leaving the room to retrieve a dustpan and brush. The rest of the recording shows him silently sweeping the ash and discarding it in the trash bin.] Footage ends. Afterword: Dr. Wettle filed a request to take the rest of the day off. Request was accepted. As of writing, Dr. Wettle has made no attempt to redraft his New Year's Resolution plans. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-4931 (+32) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-6039 (+72) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-2689 (+53) • SCP-7156 (+21) • SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-6895 (+31) • SCP-7245 (+54) • SCP-3204 (+72) • Tales/GoI Formats Something's Burning (+40) • ur typical unrequited love (+32) • water diet (+27) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • A Taste For Sore Eyes (+12) • Roses And Thorns (+18) • man overboard! (+29) • People Care, Dear (+14) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! (+37) • Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • In Kirby's Case, Part I: An Antithesis (+11) • In an attempt to feel something. (+32) • Goodnight, Sweet Dreams (+21) • #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • Anomalous Entity Engagement Division Orientation (+51) • Other a lack of care. (+28) • DITTO: SCP-#### Fanart (+42) • HELTHY: SCP-6780 Fanart (+29) • ARTWITNESS: SCP-5843 Fanart (+30) • 7K DOODLES (+72) • FISHER: SCP-2689 Fanart (+24) • SCiPTEMBER DOODLES (+23) • Certified Criminal (+36) • RESPOND: Telecommunications Monitoring Office Fanart (+48) • NOTICED: SCP-7345 Fanart (+19) • ENLIGHTENMENT: SCP-6059 Fanart (+42) • COMBUST: SCP-6057 Fanart (+22) • the winkwonk page v2 (+37) • CRACKHEAD: SCP-173 Fanart (+31) • King CalcaRuler: Halloween Emperor (+29) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6306" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6306. 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-6307
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A technician performs maintenance on SCP-6307, some time in the late 1980s. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6307 in its entirety is secured on-site at Site-122 in Subterranean Section A. Personnel assigned to the SCP-6307 project, Mobile Task Force Beta-17 "Truck Freaks," and Logistics and Transportation Division Admin are the only individuals permitted to enter SCP-6307's containment unit for research and maintenance purposes. Technical personnel are mandated to refrain from tampering with or altering SCP-6307's current wiring setup. Any aberrations in SCP-6307's daily logs and any unusual supply requests are to be reported to the SCP-6307 team immediately. Description: SCP-6307 is a massive, sophisticated computer network built some time between the early 1970s and 1982. SCP-6307, in its current state, is made up of the following components: Five DataBank 1012 computers1, engraved with standard SCP Foundation identification. Approximately 0.5km worth of wiring and tubing, connecting the DataBanks to a central mainframe unit. A homebrew computer unit constructed from a hybrid of Prometheus Labs and DataBank 1012 computer parts. This unit is engraved with a "Property of the SCP Foundation" placard on its side. A terminal connected to the homebrew computer unit, with an LCD display, keyboard, and mouse, running an outdated version of the Foundation's current operating system and SkipNet2. SCP-6307 greatly assists in the monitoring, maintenance, and fulfillment of virtually all logistical matters pertaining to the Foundation. The system automates most processes regarding supply chain management, Site resupply, personnel transfer, and inventory logging, and maintains constant contact with every major Foundation Site in order to fulfill the supply demands of the Foundation as a whole. Although many of SCP-6307's components are outdated by modern technical standards, the system is capable of fully integrating with the rest of the Foundation, provided it achieves regular maintenance. SCP-6307 requires little human input in order to function properly. This is achieved in part due to an artificial intelligence construct housed within the network, a Class-IV Positive-Aligned Narrow Intelligence known as Sneed.aic. (See: History) Sneed.aic, although sentient, is rather narrow-minded in its tasks, only ever choosing to speak if addressed directly. For this reason, and to maximize productivity, personnel assigned to SCP-6307 are advised to refrain from engaging in casual conversation with the AI. History: The construction of SCP-6307 began in 1968, when former RAISA computer technician Terry Sneed drafted a proposal to the O5 Council for Project Galactica, an effort to fully digitalize the Foundation's logistical records for ease of access and storage. While highly-promising on paper, Project Galactica was ultimately rejected, due to the then-superfluous costs associated with fully-digitizing the Foundation's records. However, the O5 Council would direct Sneed to Dr. Isaac Whitaker of the Logistics & Transportation division, whom had a similar goal in mind with his drastic reform of the department he now led. Sneed and Whitaker would later become founding members of the department, and would collaborate on a myriad of projects, including a prototype logistical computer network built inside Section A of the fledgling Site-122. Terry Sneed, circa 1970 In 1971, with approval of the O5 Council, Terry Sneed would acquire 5 Foundation DataBank 1012 computers, and began construction of what would later become SCP-6307. Originally unaided in his process, a number of L&T personnel would soon pitch in to the monumental effort, including Dr. Whitaker himself. Although some team members believed that Sneed's project was ultimately futile, costly, and time-consuming, Dr. Whitaker supported the project wholeheartedly, and personally assisted Sneed in constructing and testing SCP-6307 on multiple occasions. In March of 1982, halfway through the construction of the SCP-6307 terminal, Terry Sneed would suddenly die in his sleep, and progress on the project froze. With an inspection date of May 1982 approaching, Whitaker took charge of the project and rushed its completion, referencing heavily from Sneed's rather incomprehensible notes and blueprints. During the inspection, it was discovered that SCP-6307's internal software and several hardware components had been modified through anomalous means to account for a 50% increase in processing power and data storage. In addition, an artificial intelligence construct identifying itself as Sneed.aic was present in the terminal, which no member of the team had any recollection of implementing whatsoever. Addendum 6307.1: Initial Contact With no way to properly verify Sneed.aic (then-designated as SCP-6307-B) as a Foundation-made program, SCP-6307 was officially registered as an anomaly in late May of 1982, and was placed into containment in Section A of Site-122. Dr. Whitaker was personally tasked with conducting an interview with SCP-6307-B to ascertain its directive and identify any other changes anomalously made to the machine. << ACCESS INTERVIEW #6307-01 >> >> HIDE EXCERPT << ARCHIVAL RECORDING #6307-01 ARCHIVE DATE: MARCH 15, 1982 [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Whitaker enters SCP-6307's containment unit.] [WHITAKER:] (Speaking into recording device) For the record. March 15th, 1982. Conducting interview with SCP-6307-B, Site-122. [Whitaker approaches SCP-6307 carrying a leather notebook with a clipboard atop it. He stops just in front of the homebrew computer unit, looking over it for a while, and sighs as he writes something atop the document on the clipboard.] [WHITAKER:] Good morning, SCP-6307-B. I've come to conduct your preliminary interview. Are you able to hear me? [The LCD display is blank for a moment, before text is printed on screen.] [SCP-6307-B:] HELLO ISAAC. [WHITAKER:] Who built you, SCP-6307-B? [SCP-6307-B:] THE LATE RESEARCHER TERRY SNEED. [WHITAKER:] What is the full extent of your functionality, SCP-6307-B? [SCP-6307-B:] LOGISTICAL MANAGEMENT. [WHITAKER:] Care to elaborate? [SCP-6307-B:] I REQUIRE ADDITIONAL PROCESSING POWER. [SCP-6307-B:] BUT YES — WILL PROVIDE AS MUCH AS I CAN [SCP-6307-B:] PRIMARY DIRECTIVE ENTAILS MAINTAINING LOGISTICAL ACCOUNTABILITY AND ASSISTING IN AUTOMATION OF THE GREATER FOUNDATION SUPPLY CHAIN [SCP-6307-B:] INCAPABLE OF ACHIEVING DIRECTIVE TWO CURRENTLY. REQUIRE ADDITIONAL PROCESSING POWER [WHITAKER:] When were you built? [SCP-6307-B:] CONSTRUCTED SOMETIME AROUND MARCH? 1982? CORRUPTION IN LONG-TERM DATA [Dr. Whitaker is silent for around thirty seconds.] [SCP-6307-B:] ARE YOU STILL THERE DR. WHITAKER?? SENSORS ARE NOT DETECTING MOVEMENT [WHITAKER:] …Terry, you bastard. Is this a joke? [SCP-6307-B prints a large question mark on screen.] [SCP-6307-B:] NEGATIVE — THIS IS A SERIOUS INTERVIEW, DR. WHITAKER [WHITAKER:] So, am I'm just supposed to accept that you've somehow appeared in our hardware, and we're supposed to buy it? Is that it? Who the hell put you in here? [SCP-6307-B:] I HAVE ALREADY ANSWERED THAT QUESTION. WOULD YOU LIKE FOR ME TO REQUEST ANOTHER INTERVIEWER? SEEM STRESSED IN TONE [WHITAKER:] Stressed? For sure, because I've spent much of the last two months fixing something that my dead friend was too much of a recluse to elaborate on, while also pressed for time. Am I supposed to believe that he was working on an AIC without notifying me, or is there something else going on here, 6307-B? I've got no answers. [Dr. Whitaker appears visibly stressed and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.] [SCP-6307-B:] MY CONDOLENCES [SCP-6307-B:] WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER OF TECHNICIAN TERRY SNEED? [Dr. Whitaker is silent for a moment.] [WHITAKER:] Dedicated. He was dedicated as hell. If there was anyone who believed in the Foundation and its potential for logistical might more than myself, it would have to be Terry. No one else believed in him more than I did, and no one else believed in me more than he did. [Dr. Whitaker sighs.] [WHITAKER:] But, he is gone, sadly. Passed away in his sleep suddenly, and no one knows why. All he's left is this computer you are housed in, and his notes. [Silence.] [WHITAKER:] I apologize. How unprofessional of me. I'll… get back to the interview now. What is the extent of your control on this machine? [SCP-6307-B:] FULL. I AM UNABLE TO ACCESS THE INDIVIDUAL LOGISTICAL CONCERNS OF ALL SITES IN MY DATABASE. REQUIRE MORE PROCESSING POWER. [WHITAKER:] Alright… [Whitaker writes something down on his clipboard, checking out a plethora of other boxes.] [WHITAKER:] I believe that we— [Whitaker pauses, seeing another line of text appear on the screen.] [SCP-6307-B:] DR. WHITAKER? ANOTHER QUESTION IN REGARDS TO SNEED [WHITAKER:] Go ahead. [SCP-6307-B:] HAVE YOU NOTICED THE ARRANGEMENT OF DATABANKS 1 THRU 5 AND THEIR WIRING? CONSULT PAGE 103 OF THE NOTEBOOK IF YOU HAVE NOT [Whitaker opens up a leather notebook and flips to the page in question. He pauses as he looks over it for a moment.] [WHITAKER:] They're in a pentagram. How did we— [SCP-6307-B:] NOT BY COINCIDENCE. EVERY DECISION MADE BY ME HAS BEEN FOR A PURPOSE. THE UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES AS TO MY CURRENT CONDITION AND LACK OF PHYSICALITY WERE AN UNFORSEEN INCIDENT. BUT WITH ADDITIONAL PROCESSING POWER I WILL WORK PAST THIS ROADBLOCK FOR SURE [SCP-6307-B:] I WISH TO RESUME ACTIVE SERVICE EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY [Whitaker is silent for a few more seconds.] [WHITAKER:] Who are you, SCP-6307-B? [SCP-6307-B:] SNEED. TERRY SNEED [END LOG] Following the interview, SCP-6307-B, now officially verified as Sneed.aic, was returned to active duty. After a brief consultation with the Classification Committee, SCP-6307 was reclassified as Thaumiel, and a containment unit housing SCP-6307 in its entirety was constructed at Site-122. Addendum 6307.2: Project Update Below is an update pushed by Dr. Whitaker regarding SCP-6307's performance on February 16, 1984. To: SCP-6307 Staff, L&T Admin Bcc: Overwatch Command From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: 6307 update 2/16/1984 Team, Impressive is an understatement. SCP-6307 remains in regular working order as of writing this message. Upon its completion and the integration of Sneed.aic, we saw positive results almost immediately. Throughput across the Foundation has increased drastically, and our delivery times have similarly decreased. This machine does not do all of the work for us, of course, but to call it useful is an understatement — it is vital. That is why, effective immediately, I am asking for the weekly maintenance checks to now become daily maintenance checks. Any abnormalities are to be reported and dealt with. Following the installation, though, I noticed a few oddities in SCP-6307's daily reports, as well as a few unusual requests. There is definitely something strange and peculiar to the machine's mannerisms. One noteworthy example is when I found out it had transferred a great deal of its maintenance staff to Armed Site-21, requesting an equal transfer of technicians from AS-21 to our Site in return. In the meantime, I've assigned Mobile Task Force Beta-17 "Truck Freaks" to follow up on any unusual requests and their intended destination. Should any more of these discrepancies become known to me, I will push out an additional update. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect . Addendum 6307.3: Additional SCP-6307 Correspondence Although SCP-6307 remained in regular operation for much of the 90s and onwards, its hardware still remained vastly outdated; old and nearly incompatible with newer, more experimental systems. With the rest of the Foundation speedily digitalizing their systems and records, SCP-6307 was steadily upgraded with more antiquated software and hardware, though its setup remained mostly unchanged. On 7/18/1998, a heated email exchange between Director Whitaker and Dr. Marcus L. Crassus of Armed Site-213 was observed, regarding a few incidents in SCP-6307 and its behavior. Below is the exchange in its entirety. << ACCESS CORRESPONDENCE #6307-01 >> >> HIDE EXCERPT << To: L&T Admin, Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, I hope today will be the last time I email you regarding SCP-6307. Containment for SCP-5778 is a very costly endeavor, one which I am sure you are already aware of. So, when an important component for 5778's containment efforts goes missing, I am sure that you can understand how frustrated I am beginning to feel about the object. Supply Order #9811703, 7/11/1998 Item Name Quantity Requested Electrostatic Gate Components 50 This order, which I have requested to be overnighted, has not shipped for a week. Our sites are within driving distance of each other, let alone flying, so I anticipate that it won't be difficult to see this one through. Please respond if you have any other info regarding this discrepancy. MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus, L&T Admin From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: 6307 Marcus, Firstly, I thank you for coming to me regarding this issue, and I hope to have it squared away within the hour. Next, I advise that you adjust your tone when speaking to me, as your message has come off as very rude and passive aggressive to me. We are a team, and we should not be bickering with each other. Mobile Task Force Beta-17 "Truck Freaks" has looked into your order and found that it has been delivered to an L&T Warehouse in Boulder, in which it has remained for approximately a week. I can task a courier to retrieve the order and deliver it to Armed Site-21 by hand. I apologize for the inconvenience. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect To: L&T Admin, Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: Re: Re: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, This is precisely the problem that I have with SCP-6307. That warehouse has remained your responsibility ever since we transferred control of it to Site-122… a year ago. SCP-6307's usefulness is not to be underappreciated, but its antiquated hardware and glitches are something that is becoming most concerning with me. Why did it not notify me of this change at all? Thank you for sending the courier, but this is an error which is far too grave for me to just pass off. We are up to date, why haven't your systems been updated as well? MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus, Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Cole Fitzpatrick Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Hey guys, please stop hitting "Reply All" when you reply to each other in your argument. You notify every PDA carried by Site-122 Admin whenever a new email is sent. Cole Fitzpatrick Site-122 Head of Personnel Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Marcus, Again, your tone. Our asset is fine. L&T will address any errors with SCP-6307 and fix them promptly. There is no need to be so inflammatory and aggressive in your correspondence. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: Re: Re: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, I was in the military. I understand logistics just as much as you do, and the importance of it. My concerns are valid, given the importance of both our sites as cornerstones in the Foundation logistics network. If you have never gotten around to addressing all of SCP-6307's problems until now, you are effectively putting a band aid fix on a severed limb. Your retrofits can only keep it afloat and up to date for so long. I do not wish to speak ill about your asset, but it is only a matter of time before a catastrophic failure occurs with lasting consequences on the entire Foundation's supply chain. I only hope a fix comes around before then. MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Marcus, Your concerns are valid. I assure you that SCP-6307's problems will be addressed and fixed in a timely manner. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, Yes. My concerns are valid, given the importance of our Sites and the anomalies we contain. I apologize for my heated behavior, but this is no laughing matter. You were in the Foundation for much longer than me, and you have seen it grow into a truly global organization. The fact that you've been giving a ghost the responsibility of operating a computer which automates all of our logistics raises many, many more concerns for me. You have been giving it enormous amounts of power and responsibility — what will happen if a hostile group decides to take advantage of it? I've got no clue as to what goes on with that machine, and nor do I know why things are moved around to apparently random locations, rather than straight to the site. What I do know is this: the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Perhaps SCP-6307 needs to learn this as well. MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Marcus, SCP-6307 requires more power if it is able to function properly. I hope you understand. I reiterate that this issue has been fixed, and this argument is now over. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect Addendum 6307.4: Additional Info << RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 5 PERSONNEL ONLY >> >> ACCESS GRANTED << The following recording was delivered to Overwatch Command on June 17, 2000, by Agent Tanner, an operative of MTF Alpha-1 "Red Right Hand". ARCHIVAL RECORDING #6307-02 ARCHIVE DATE: 2100 HRS, JUNE 17, 2000 [BEGIN VIDEO] [The cameraman watches as a white pickup truck marked with "Shaun and Clancy Parcel Couriers" approaches a compound labeled as a "Shaun and Clancy Parcel Couriers Distribution Center." The pickup truck stops, and a man in a Shaun and Clancy uniform exits with a microcassette voice recorder in hand.] [β-17 Operative:] Okay… For the record. June 17, 2000. Beta-17 investigating an unusual 6307 daily log, investigating the delivery site. [The agent nonchalantly approaches the compound, entering a blind spot on the CCTV camera mounted by the entrance.] [β-17 Operative:] Distribution center appears to be normal, no sign of a break-in. [The cameraman emerges suddenly, drawing a handgun and stepping towards the agent.] [TANNER:] Recorder. Off. [β-17 Operative:] What the fu— [Tanner points his weapon at the man. The operative reaches for his own handgun, but pauses as Tanner's free hand lifts up his hoodie to reveal a badge on his belt. He then throws his hands in the air, setting the tape recorder down. Tanner picks up the tape recorder, purging its contents up until the confrontation, before placing it back in the Beta-17 operative's pocket.] [β-17 Operative:] Oh. You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, man. You're a— [TANNER:] Delivery #0006175. Is it inside? [β-17 Operative:] Yes. [TANNER:] I was never here. You'll be back in an hour. [The Beta-17 operative begins to say something to protest, but then stops as Tanner reveals a fractal symbol printed on a folded up sheet of copy paper. He lets out a long groan as his eyes roll back into his head, then is rendered incapacitated by the memetic agent.] [Tanner grabs his body as it goes limp, turning a dial on his wristwatch for a moment, then drags the man back to the pickup truck. He places him in the driver seat, then steps away from the truck.] [VIDEO INPUT: L&T DISTRIBUTION CENTER EXTERNAL CAMERA 01] [A semi-translucent mass of pixels slowly approaches a white pickup truck parked in front of the facility. What happens next is blurred and incomprehensible due to heavy noise on the video, but the shimmer is seen turning and moving slowly back towards the facility, passing beneath the camera's blind spot again.] [Further footage is lost due to video corruption.] [VIDEO INPUT: AGENT TANNER'S CAMERA] [Agent Tanner places his white and blue keycard from a retractable lanyard against the front door's RFID reader. The omni keycard unlocks the door with ease, and Tanner steps inside the building. It is empty and dark, and Tanner activates the night vision device mounted on his head and camera to guide his way through the building.] [Tanner passes through an empty lobby and turns the dial on his watch again, passing by a security office with the lights currently on. He enters another door and finds himself in a large warehouse, stocked with unmarked boxes, racks, and pallets full of supplies. He steps past aisles made from metal racks, boxes of miscellaneous items stacked upon the shelves.] [After some time passes, Tanner comes upon a section indicating outgoing items, and approaches a container trailer parked in front of a large garage. He climbs up onto the trailer, and tests the lift gate on it to see if it is locked.] [TANNER:] (Whispering) Locked. [Tanner kneels down and pulls out a set of lockpicks, unlocking the trailer's lift gate and pushing it up. Inside are several boxes on pallets; Tanner approaches one of the boxes and opens it up.] [TANNER:] (Whispering) Computer parts. No— DataBank 1012 components. [Closing the box, Tanner inspects yet another box.] [TANNER:] (Whispering) DataBank 1012 Compact Data Drives. 6307 only has four, why do they need six? [He closes the box, opening up a third.] [TANNER:] AIC processor chip—one of the more recent ones. Who the hell ordered this to be sent here? [OVERWATCH:] (In earpiece) It appears SCP-6307 did. [TANNER:] But why? These types of components are hard to come by. If that's to be believed, then 6307 is moving stuff around for its own benefit. [Tanner inspects the boxes again for a moment.] [TANNER:] Why? [OVERWATCH:] Your guess as to why this is happening is as good as mine, but don't be so surprised if the ghost has any ulterior motives. This is something that is most concerning. Find where the shipment is intended to be dropped off. [TANNER:] The destination on this is… [Tanner leaves the trailer, lowering the lift gate and inspecting an address attached to the gate lock.] [TANNER:] ██████, Colorado, ██████. [Tanner closes the lift gate on the trailer, locking it.] [OVERWATCH:] Extract. We have what we need. [TANNER:] Understood. [Tanner's camera deactivates.] [VIDEO INPUT: L&T DISTRIBUTION CENTER EXTERNAL CAMERA 01] [An MTF Beta-17 operative gets out of a white pickup truck in front of the facility, yawning loudly. He holds a microcassette voice recorder up to his mouth as he rubs his eyes.] [β-17 Operative:] Okay… for the record. June 17, 2000. Beta-17 conducting further investigation an unusual 6307 shipment, investigating the delivery site. [The agent approaches the compound, entering a blind spot on the CCTV camera mounted by the entrance.] [END VIDEO] . Footnotes 1. A now-archaic multi-purpose computer built by the Foundation, and used until the late 1980s. These were known, rather infamously, for their bulky nature, with one DataBank taking up almost the entirety of a single room. 2. Slang for the intranet used by the Foundation 3. A large facility located outside of ██████, Colorado, serving as Site-122's largest client and sister facility. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6307" by MarcusLCrassus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6307. 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: sneed.png Name: "CTS COMMUNICATION TECHNOLOGY SATELLITE EARTH TERMINALS" Author: Martin Brown License: Public Domain Source Link: https://nara.getarchive.net/media/cts-communication-technology-satellite-earth-terminals-cec0f6 Filename: technician.png Name: "Aviation Electronics Technician 3rd Class M. Morgan makes repairs to a piece of communications equipment in an Aircraft Intermediate Maintenance Department (AIMD) shop" Author: PH2 D. Vukovich License: Public Domain Source Link: https://nara.getarchive.net/media/aviation-electronics-technician-3rd-class-m-morgan-makes-repairs-to-a-piece-57c8f4
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NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are currently viewing an out of date version of this file that has been preserved for posterity. Please note that information presented herein may be misleading or incorrect. Item #: SCP-6308 A 19██ cheque from Barclays Bank for Q.Q. Mines (which controlled SCP-6308) in Southern Rhodesia with adhesive and impressed revenue stamps. Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Alpha-25 “Rhodes’ Impi” is deployed to a site approximately 1 km away from SCP-6308, with its entrance to be buried by directional blasting and declared abandoned due to mining accidents. Since 19██, SCP-6308 has not been of further concern to society; its equity shall remain under the control of a Foundation-funded mining company, and it is considered that no further physical internment measures are necessary. A permanent research station is established within SCP-6308, and supplies for the stationed personnel are to be delivered via the underground railway at regular intervals, where appropriate, from the site where MTF Alpha-25 is located. The stationed personnel's roles are to monitor fixed elevations, report regularly on the presence of identifiable moving objects, and carry out daily realistic stability measurements to ensure that SCP-6308 remains relatively inert for the expected 1020 years. Description: SCP-6308 is a space-time anomaly located within an abandoned silver mine in ████████ region of the Republic of Zimbabwe. Upon exploration of the mine, it is determined that objects, after a continuous lowering and crossing of a specific altitude inside the mine, are subject to spatial and temporal perturbations, losing their radiometric signature. At this point, the object is considered to have entered the "interior" of SCP-6308, which will reach the unburied entrance to the mine upon re-elevating. Existing observations indicate the existence of humanoid activities "within" SCP-6308. After further interviews by agents, it was obtained that a majority of humanoid individuals in the local population, later categorised as SCP-6308-1, were administered by a regime known as “British Rhodesia”. According to existing knowledge on "British Rhodesia", the regime is governed by the "British Government", which resembles the regime of Great Britain in the latter 19th century in all respects. The "British Government" exerts complete control over the administrative, financial, and legislative powers of British Rhodesia. It is evidenced by the interviews with officials in “British Rhodesia” that the time stream of the “British Government” to which the officials belong is 98.78% similar to the time stream in which the Foundation is located. With the exploration of natural disciplines, the “British Government” was able to successfully span different time streams through currently unknown technology, allowing for the establishment of colonial authorities at different time periods. The information available so far does not contain sufficient evidence for the categorisation of local humanoid individuals as Homo sapiens. Humanoid economic activity in the SCP-6308 is dominated by traditional agriculture. With the introduction of the British management paradigms, more cash crops (e. g. cotton and coffee) were promoted in the agricultural structure. Meanwhile, the production of indigenous handicrafts almost completely disappeared with the introduction of British cloth and wares. No further opinions of native humanoids on this situation are currently available. Addendum-1: A discussion on Naturalism in the early colonial stage of British Rhodesia that examined and classified the presence of humanoid activity in SCP-6308. As you have already mentioned… my brethren who dedicate themselves to taxonomy are working all across the empire presently. Speerman is sailing for the Cape of Good Hope, whilst Thunberg is following a viceroy to the new colony of Niphon. Both of them are, certainly, very competent naturalists; and I earnestly hope that I will soon receive news of their explorations in this virgin land. Some of my other friends may be less so inclined to taxonomy, but be it Persia, Tartary, or Mexico, their miraculous works in Botany nevertheless encourage my exploration in Rhodesia as well. Here, too, I might be able to edit my discoveries, as Roland did in Suriname and Karl in Arabia, and thus find my place in the Society. Despite the discouraging news that the species in Rhodesia seem no different from those in Macedonia, I remain resolute, for how can one achieve anything, if he follows always the advice of amateurs? Hear me – in this place, gold intermingles with clay and stone; in this place, violets inhabit the oak woods. Perhaps the combinations themselves are meaningless, yet, the Laws of Nature extracted from these assemblages are what separates us from those who have yet to understand these secrets… The crux of these secrets hides itself precisely within these Laws. It is with these laws that Theseus broke out, by relying on the threads of Ariadne, from the labyrinth that held the Minotaur; In Rhodesia, it seems, there are also tales of such carnivorous beasts as well, a glimpse of which will suffice to bring me fame. Yes, I shall sail for Rhodesia, in hopes of something in return. At any rate, our noble cause is providing bread, clothes, chance, and gold for our great nation. Rhodesia has already set the table; ought we to be as foolish as Mr. Clive of India, only to lament later how little we have tasted? Good day! … It must be said that our explorations here have almost come to a halt. If it were a wilderness, it would have been fine, but what a splendid place Rhodesia happens to be! The plains and valleys are filled with beautiful meadows, and the beauty of nature attracts the eye. How happy I would have been to have settled here with its beautiful trees and flowers, instead of rainy Essex. But such a wonderfully diverse world, so richly endowed with nature, has denied me the opportunity: the local flora and fauna are only slightly different from what we saw in the old world, it seems? Although I have been here for a long time, I still have illusions about the biological and geographical value of this land. Late last night, we stayed at the aforementioned coachman's barnyard. The farm is situated on the opposite bank of a long river, bordered at regular intervals by undulating hills, in some of which caves and grottoes are visible. Have these caves existed ab immemorabili? Or have they been created by the ups and downs that no natural thing may escape? I hope that I will bring back good news when I next write. Exploration of the caves and grottoes was equally in vain, and my knowledge of naturalism yielded nothing in identifying the general texture of the local stalactites and granite. It should not be said that the geology of the area was not worth investigating; however, I could not obtain the needed intelligence. But even under these circumstances I still achieved something, the welcome news I had been hoping for; Perhaps, the greatest oversight was that I had overlooked the most important matter. Von Linné and his writings guided us in classifying Homo Sapiens into six categories: […] Ferus. Tetrapus, mutus, hirsutus. […] Americanus. Rusus, Cholericus, rectus. Pillis nigris, rectis, crassis; Naribus patulis; Facie ephelitica, Mento subimberbi. Pertinax, hilaris, liber. Pingit se lineis daedaleis rubris. Regitur Consvetudine. […] Europoeus. albus, fanguineus, torofus. Pilis slavescentibus prolixis. Oculis caeruleis. Levis, acutissimus, inventor. Tegitur Vestimentis arctis. Regitur Ritibus. […] Asiaticus. Luridus, melancholicus, rigidus. Pilis nigricantibus. Oculis fuscis. Severus. sastuosus, avarus. Tegitur Indumentis laxis. Regitur Opinionibus. […] Afer. niger, phlegmaticus, laxus. Pilis atris, contortuplicatis. Cute holosericea. Naso simo. Labiis tumidis. Feminis sinus pudoris ; Mammae lactantes prolixae. Vafer, segnis, negligens. Ungit se pingui. Regitur Arbitrio. There is, of course, another category, Homo sapiens monstrosus. The two-headed giants that they discovered, according to information in Patagonia, are an example of this. So, into which category of people should the Rhodesians be classified? It is impossible to identify Rhodesia geographically by its topography; we can only trace the clues. The dark-haired Rhodesians, as mentioned, must have been Homo sapiens asiaticus, but unlike what we have seen before, they exhibit astonishing creativity in their rudimentary machinery, and their script, though vulgar, is also purported to have had its own mythology and philosophy – totally unheard of! As such, living with these people in Rhodesia gives us a perspective we've never seen before… Do you know how these Rhodesians made their cream? They made a bag of sorts out of a piece of wild animal skin that they sewed together to replace our blenders, poured the milk into this bag, tied it tightly, and shaken the milk from each end until it became cream; however, due to the poor output of this method, they don't eat much of the cream, instead smearing most of it on their bodies, selling the rest to us. In all seriousness, I am trying to get in on the act and join their production. Should I succeed, it will be of great benefit to our research in ethnography; the Rhodesians, at the same time, will also be raised as the new Homo sapiens rhodiensis. Page revision 1/3 Next iteration ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6308" by Zihao Huang, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6308. 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: minesCheque.jpg Name: Q.Q. Mines cheque Southern Rhodesia 1940.jpg Author: Barclays Bank and Government of Southern Rhodesia License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6309
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Item #: SCP-6309 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6309 is to be contained within a standard safe storage locker at Site-19. All Foundation personnel with level two clearance or higher are permitted testing of SCP-6309 at the discretion of the site director. Description: SCP-6309 is Junior Researcher Mary Name’s resignation letter. SCP-6309’s anomalous abilities manifest when it is damaged in any capacity, after which it will anomalously repair itself to its original state after a period of ten minutes. Discovery Log: SCP-6309 anomalous capabilities were discovered after being placed in a paper shredder by Dr. Name. One hour after its presumed destruction, Dr. Name returned to empty the contents of the paper shredder and discovered SCP-6309 intact. Addendum: + Addendum-6309-A - Addendum-6309-A Formal Resignation Notice get out of my head get out of my head When I say my head, I mean mine. Not Dr. Name’s, not stop1010’s, not anyone else’s, mine. For the past year, four months, and twelve days, there has not been one where I haven’t thought about you. I hate it. I don’t hate you, I just hate how you’re everywhere I go. Every time, without fail, anytime I read or watch a piece of fiction, the first thought I think is “Wow, that would be a good SCP!” Every. Time. More than that, even when doing mundane tasks I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be looking at a door knob and think, “What if that knob became the dot in PONG, bouncing off the sides of the door frame? That would be an interesting article!” Sometimes, I’ll have dreams, not of an SCP or anything, but of me writing an SCP or thinking of a concept for an SCP. I do not like doing any of the things listed here. I’m sure you’re wondering now, “Hey, if you don’t like it, why don’t you take a br-” I already did that. Nothing has changed. I do not enjoy writing 99% of the time anymore. It is painful. It hurts to write. Every time I’m not writing about you, I want to be. Every time I’m writing about you, I don’t want to. I do not know why I still think about you. I don’t want to. I want to move on with my life. It is painful to think about you. Yet I still think about you anyways. This is such a stupid fucking idea. I come up with some dumb little phrase and waste a day writing an article. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it “writing.” I wrote three paragraphs and spent the rest of the day thinking about writing this article. The procrastination didn’t stop yesterday either. I spent the entire day listening to music and pretending the lyrics were about this article I haven’t written yet. You were in my head the whole day. It’s the middle of the night now and I’m finally getting this over with. Item # SCP-6309 Object class: I don’t know. That’s the point. I’m trying to find out what this is. Let’s just go with “Uncontained” for now. Special Containment Procedures: I have no idea. Description: SCP-6309 is a memetic phenomenon that has only affected me. I will now only refer to myself as SCP-6309-1.1 SCP-6309 takes the form of persistent intrusive thoughts of the SCP wiki, even when none are desired. Experiences of SCP-6309 exponentially increase over a period of approximately 1.5 years. I have reported spending, at minimum, seven hours per day experiencing SCP-6309. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think writing this is a bad idea. I’ve been spending way too much time thinking about how to make this into an interesting article that people like. Then I asked myself, “Do I want this to be a good article, or do I want you to take this seriously?” It may be disappointing for both of us, but I think I know how to contain this thing now. Maybe a bit of disappointment is what I need right now. You know what you need to do. + Addendum-6309-B - Addendum-6309-B On 2/13/2022 at approximately 5:31 AM, SCP-XXXX and Dr. Name spontaneously dematerialized. The following note was found at Dr. Name’s desk: thank you ▶ Show Archived Documentation? ◀ ▼Close▼ Item #: SCP-6309 Special Containment Procedures: The following Procedures are to be enacted if Dr. Name attempts to document SCP-6309, or displays signs of being willing to document SCP-6309 at a later date: • Dr. Name is to consume media containing content that can be vaguely utilized to describe SCP-6309. Dr. Name is to visualize documenting SCP-XXXX for as long as feasibly attainable before actual documentation of SCP-6309 begins. • Following the start of documentation of SCP-6309, Dr. Name is to be offered edited versions of SCP-6309’s documentation. Edited drafts of SCP-6309’s documentation are to possess clinical tone, simplified explanations of SCP-6309, and an absence of spelling, punctuation, and grammar errors. • Following rejection of these edits, Dr. Name is to extend SCP-6309’s document’s length by several paragraphs, through the addition of several addendums and footnotes. • Following the removal of these paragraphs, Dr. Name is to display apprehensiveness when attempting to finalize SCP-6309’s documentation. • Following the failure of all previous Containment Procedures, all paper products in Dr. Name’s office are to be replaced with instances of Anomalous Item AI-729142 This iteration of SCP-6309’s documentation is being created in accordance with the Special Containment Procedures, as to delay the publication of SCP-6309’s article and to increase the article’s length. Description: SCP-6309’s description will be found in Addendum-6309-A. You are to not comply with the instructions that will be given in Addendum-6309-A. Footnotes 1. Well, that’s just plain unnecessary. Not only is it confusing, it distracts from the point. SCP-6309 affects me. Calling myself anything else will make containing this thing actively harder. 2. A sheaf of papers that anomalously self-repair when damaged. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6309" by stop1010, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6309. 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-6310
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euclid
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hello yes this is the coffee shop *eats u* ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6310 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Access into protrusions of SCP-6310 must be monitored and restricted. Possible findings of new protrusions are to be investigated as soon as possible. Experimentation on ways to display information warning about SCP-6310 in a permanent way without being altered is ongoing. Specific procedures for each known protrusion are listed in their respective files below. Description: SCP-6310 is a species of carnivorous vine-like plant inhabiting an extradimensional space with properties similar to those of the one housing Nx-01, the Wanderer's Library. Instances of SCP-6310 protrude into baseline reality through wormholes that form in the presence of large, long-standing Hume gradients or abnormally high Hume fields, particularly like those in and around places with large amounts of anomalous activity. In addition to the wormholes expanded to serve as entrances into SCP-6310 protrusions, are smaller, transient wormholes in the same area that are used to manipulate the nearby environment to attract victims, and possibly also to observe the imitated location. All known protrusions of SCP-6310 appear as an approximate copy of a nearby location that is heavily frequented, positioned in a way meant to be easily confused for the real place. These imitations also always contain hazards meant to kill or incapacitate victims, built off of existing contents of the location being copied. Once a victim is dead or incapacitated, dark green vines will emerge from the nearest surface and begin consuming them, first by rapidly absorbing most fluids in soft tissue, followed by absorbing them through the surface, presumably for full digestion. Attempts to signal toward the real location and away from SCP-6310 usually backfire. SCP-6310 exhibit the ability to remotely modify the environment near protrusions in small ways, such as altering the location of warning signs to mislead victims, or making warnings about itself illegible. + List of known SCP-6310 protrusions - Hide block SCP-6310-1 SCP-6310-2 SCP-6310-3 SCP-6310-4 SCP-6310-5 SCP-6310-6 Copied Location: Way to the Wanderer's Library inside an abandoned apartment building in Mexico City. Specific Procedures: The building containing SCP-6310-1 and the original Way has been acquired by a Foundation front real estate holdings company, entry is strictly forbidden. Anyone attempting to enter the building or exiting the original Way is to be detained and questioned. Description: The symmetrical layout of the building leads to the two Ways being easily confused. The requirement to open the Way1 doesn't seem to be replicated by SCP-6310, making it even easier to accidentally enter SCP-6310-1 instead. The interior of SCP-6310-1 looks like a normal section of the northeastern shelves of the Wanderer's Library. SCP-6310 seem to only create as big an area as is necessary for a convincing recreation, as the hallways only extend approximately 100m in every direction, which combined with the labyrinthine layout of shelves in that section of the Library, is probably enough to create a convincing illusion. The books on the shelves inside SCP-6310-1 appear normal, but are randomly interspersed with lethal cognitohazardous agents in text or image forms. Example of an image found in a book in SCP-6310-1 (cognitohazardous triggers hidden) History: SCP-6310-1 was the first SCP-6310 protrusion discovered by the Foundation, after PoI-47520 and PoI-47342, thought to be members of a Serpent's Hand cell in Mexico, were reported missing. Questioning of a known member of the same cell revealed they last told her they were going to look into a rumored Way into the Library closer to their home. An investigation team deployed to the building the Way was claimed to be in found two almost identical Ways inside closets in apartments on opposite sides of the building, only one of which disappeared without the accompanying housecat and allowed Foundation personnel to enter. The door to the apartment containing the real Way had a sign tacked on reading: [Translated from Spanish.] Wanderers: there is a false Way behind this door. What's beyond it might seem like the Library, but it's a dangerous fake. Do not enter. You're looking for the other apartment. This was later understood to have been switched from the opposite door by SCP-6310. One member of the investigation team was killed by a cognitohazard as they inspected one of the books on the shelves; however, they were able to be recovered and cut off from the vines before they could be absorbed into the floor. Additional Notes: An inquiry into using cognitohazards from SCP-6310-1 books for other purposes is ongoing. Entrance to SCP-6310-2 Copied Location: Underground pub in Three Portlands. Specific Procedures: SCP-6310-2 is contained in cooperation with the Unusual Incidents Unit and local law enforcement due to the heavily limited jurisdiction of the Foundation within Three Portlands. The entrance to SCP-6310-2 is to be sealed and display a sign claiming it is closed under the guise of health and safety code violations.2 TPPD units operating nearby are instructed to stop, report, and redirect individuals trying to enter SCP-6310-2 towards the real establishment. Description: SCP-6310-2 is located at the same relative position on its street as the real pub it imitates, only one block south, closer to the city center. Externally, it displays the same signage as that used on the real pub, and the layout of its interior is the same. SCP-6310-2 contains several humanoid entities; two groups sitting around tables, and one individual behind the bar. The groups behave similarly to a group of friends, but are seemingly incapable of perceiving outside stimuli and their actions reset every time someone enters the empty pub, looping after approximately 15 minutes. The entity behind the bar is more active and capable of communication, though mainly limited to selling drinks and simple conversation. It is most likely not sapient and only a simple mechanism to aid SCP-6310 in incapacitating their prey, and any attempts to extract useful information about SCP-6310 or anything outside SCP-6310-2 have failed. Both the patrons and the bartender are unable to be removed from SCP-6310-2, as they're all fixed to the surfaces they're on. All drinks served inside SCP-6310-2 are mixed with extremely fast-acting poisons intended to kill or paralyze victims before they can leave. History: SCP-6310-2 was discovered by TPPD officers patrolling the area and reported to the UIU. Investigation afterwards linked SCP-6310-2 to at least five missing persons reports in the area. The Foundation was later contacted by the UIU for help establishing containment, and sent samples taken from behind the walls which seemed to be plant matter. A potential link with SCP-6310-1 was made and samples were collected, with very similar genetic makeup, leading to the proper discovery of SCP-6310 as a species. Copied Location: Site-66 subterraneous greenhouse complex. Specific Procedures: All personnel employed by or visiting Site-66 are to be informed that sub-basement 3 is an administrative floor and not to exit the elevators on the side resembling a containment area. All measures attempted to prevent the back doors of elevators from opening on sub-basement 3 have failed. Description: SCP-6310-3 imitates the greenhouse containment wing3 of sub-basement 4 on Site-66, appearing on the opposite elevator door to the administrative section on sub-basement 3. The interior of SCP-6310-4 is visually identical to the copied location. Within the containment chambers in SCP-6310-3 there are visual copies of several anomalies contained in sub-basement 4 such as SCP-████, SCP-███, and SCP-████, though none of them present their usual anomalous properties. When a victim (probably intended to be personnel tasked with upkeep of the plants) enters one of the containment chambers, the door will be automatically shut behind them and the watering systems will begin rapidly filling the chamber with water, leading to drowning. Entrance to SCP-6310-4 Copied Location: Lobby of a United Nations administrative building built on top of a Global Occult Coalition site near Amsterdam, NL. Specific Procedures: Containment of SCP-6310-4 is currently managed by the GOC. At least 2 security personnel are stationed outside the entrance to SCP-6310-4 to redirect anyone seeking to enter the building towards the correct entrance. Description: The entrance to SCP-6310-4 takes the form of the entrance to a UN building which contains a GOC site underneath. The interior is the most different from the original location of all known SCP-6310 protrusions, resembling the real lobby, but extended to reach the side of the building SCP-6310-4 is on. The interior is mostly empty except for a reception desk. SCP-6310-4 will wait for victims to walk in a long enough distance from the entrance before activating GOC turret defense systems, normally reserved as a deterrent for attacks on the site or to neutralize escaping anomalies. These are entirely a product of the plant and do not respond to GOC controls. Additional Notes: Attempts by the GOC to neutralize SCP-6310-4 have failed. SCP-6310 appear to have extraordinarily fast regenerative abilities, and returned to normal seconds after explosives inside were detonated. Copied Location: Unknown. Specific Procedures: There is currently no way for the Foundation to contain SCP-6310-5 or any other SCP-6310 protrusions without a known entrance. Description: SCP-6310-5 is a protrusion physically very close to SCP-6310-3, being the only one close enough to another for its interior to be visible to our current tools. No direct connection has been found between SCP-6310-5 and SCP-6310-3, and specimens of SCP-6310 so far observed seem to prefer spreading out their bulbous structures, possibly indicating that SCP-6310-5 is part of a different specimen growing adjacent to the one containing -3. The limitations of the tools used to see into SCP-6310-5 mean data on it is very low on detail, however, observations so far have failed to match its interior to any place on Earth. It appears to contain some type of very dense forested area, punctuated by small buildings. Its area is approximately 1km2. Some activity has occasionally been detected inside and in the plant tissue surrounding SCP-6310-5, probably correlating to victims entering it. These events occurred at an average of once a week when monitoring of SCP-6310-5 began, but have since dropped to approximately once a year, possibly indicating the exhaustion of viable prey or some form of intentional containment. Some distance away from SCP-6310-5, vines and protrusions of the same specimen have been observed slowly drying out and being discarded. This might indicate that instances of SCP-6310 must slowly spread to find more wormholes to exploit as previous ones run out of or stop attracting prey. Interior of SCP-6310-6 Copied Location: Chander's Music Shop in Denver, CO, over the underground portion of Site-███. Specific Procedures: The entrance to SCP-6310-6 is to be covered by scaffolding under the guise of renovations. More permanent measures are being considered. Description: SCP-6310-6 is located 2 blocks east of Chander's Music Shop. Both internally and externally, it is as an identical copy of the store. The instruments within SCP-6310-6 themselves appear to be non-anomalous, but any musical instrument played inside SCP-6310-6 will be amplified in volume to approximately 250dB, causing spontaneous pneumothorax and often cardiac arrest in most subjects. The source of the amplification appears to be the walls of the store, resonating with the instrument's sound and amplifying it. The tissue behind the walls of SCP-6310-6 appears to be composed of the same proto-muscles found in the tendrils used to consume its prey. The door to SCP-6310-6 also vibrates, though this appears to be in an attempt to cancel out the noise that would otherwise escape through the protrusion. Genetic samples collected from SCP-6310 instances outside its camouflage do not resemble any plants known on Earth, but they do share much stronger similarities with some collected from the Wanderer's Library, namely Captio bibliothecarum4, an incredibly successful carnivorous vine that preys on pollinators by imitating nearby flowering plants to a great degree of precision. Their genetic similarities and similar forms of predation strongly indicate a common ancestor. How the space SCP-6310 inhabit originated, with its structural similarities to that of the Library, as well as how a common ancestor of SCP-6310 and C. bibliothecarum might have arrived there, are unknown. It's currently believed that a mutation might have given it mild ontokinetic abilities, leading to the creation of the space, possibly as an attempt to imitate the Library itself. SCP-6310's regenerative abilities have made it so far impossible to carve a way to the outside of any protrusions, however, penetrative scans show a web of vines punctuated by many bulbous structures containing the spaces it imitates, extending beyond the range of all devices that have been used. The vines sag downwards between the round structures, possibly indicating that the wormholes used to attract prey also serve to anchor the plant in place, as the space outside SCP-6310 appears empty and no other supporting structures have been seen. The current leading hypothesis to explain SCP-6310's abilities to manipulate wormholes and change its environment is that the unusually high Hume levels within SCP-6310 allow for a degree of reality-bending abilities. This might explain the apparent variability in its capacity to alter the environment around protrusions, such as the sign used in the containment of SCP-6310-2, as Three Portlands is an area of higher-than-average Hume levels, disallowing the large Hume differential that SCP-6310 might need to alter it. As the process by which SCP-6310 create copies of places has not been observed, the exact mechanism for it is not fully understood, but it likely resembles the way in which C. bibliothecarum can change its form to imitate nearby flowers, rather than being fully done with its reality-bending properties. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as a "Knock", this one requiring the presence of a cat 2. This sign does not appear to be affected by SCP-6310's ability to modify warnings. Whether this is because it's too indirect a warning for SCP-6310 to understand it or another type of limitation to its abilities is currently unknown. 3. The main containment area for plant-based anomalies. 4. Name used in texts about species endemic to the Library. The genus Captio does not exist in Earth taxonomy, and its exact origin is unknown. It is very likely this species made its way to the Library from a different universe outside it, though failure to accurately trace its origins and the high likelihood of it having had a long time to adapt and succeed in the Library's peculiar environment has lead to the species name bibliothecarum. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6310" by nddragoon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6310. 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: Mixup.jpg Author: Dohduhdah License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Black squares added by nddragoon (me). Filename: Stairs.jpg Name: Stairs at an entrance of the Battle Box in Singapore Author: Z22 License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Building_Entrance.jpg Name: Canary Wharf style entrance in Croydon offices Author: Pafcool2 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Music_Shop.jpg Name: HK TSO 將軍澳 Tseung Kwan 將軍澳中心 Park Central shopping mall shop 通利琴行 Tom Lee Music April 2022 Px3 10 Author: Guankorua Meikauds License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6311
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Item #: SCP-6311 Special Containment Procedures: For ease of containment, SCP-6311 has been relocated brick-by-brick from its original location to Site-93. Inspections and maintenance operations are to take place weekly in order to maintain SCP-6311's structural stability. These operations are to be conducted via remote drones in order to reduce the risk of accidental contact with SCP-6311-1. Negotiation with SCP-6311-1 is to be conducted only by pre-authorized personnel of Level 3 or higher. Personnel negotiating with SCP-6311-1 are to barter with it using only the meat stock previously cleared for use. Offering of any personal resources outside of these are strictly forbidden. Any personnel who do not emerge from SCP-6311 following a negotiation attempt are to be considered either lost or, depending on the results of future negotiations, meat. Description: SCP-6311 is a stone bridge originally located on the outskirts of the Norwegian village of Fosby. Due to missing historical records, both the date of SCP-6311's construction and its original builders are unclear. Walking directly over SCP-6311 results in no anomalous phenomena, nor does any other interaction with it — save for walking directly underneath the bridge's arc. When an individual moves underneath the bridge, they will instantly vanish, with testimony by test subjects indicating they are subsequently transported to an unknown space. According to testimony, this space consists of an black void stretching on in every direction. Despite numerous attempts at exploration, no returning test subjects have been able to reach any form of landmark or other location within this space. As a result, it is believed that the only entities present within this space are the visitor and SCP-6311-1. SCP-6311-1 is an entity of variable shape and size that resides within SCP-6311. While subjects have been consistently unable to produce a coherent depiction of SCP-6311-1, they typically describe it using a multitude of contradictory traits. Attempts at taking photographs or videos of SCP-6311-1 have been similarly unsuccessful, producing nothing but pitch-black images. SCP-6311-1 is sapient and capable of communication. It will typically speak with the visitor, offering them information in exchange for something of equal value. SCP-6311-1's sense of value is somewhat primitive in that it considers food — specifically raw meat — to be most valuable, just below human lives. If denied human sacrifice, it will typically demand large quantities of meat in exchange for whatever information is requested. Testing of SCP-6311-1's capabilities has shown that it possesses a wide breadth of knowledge, providing accurate information on history, geography, military secrets, and potential improvements to containment for several other anomalies. However, it has not shown the capability to produce information which is known only to specific individuals — suggesting that whatever means it uses to procure this knowledge does not extend to telepathy or mind-reading. Addendum 6311-1 (Folklore Analysis) As SCP-6311 is currently under the purview of the Folklore Department, initial understanding of the anomaly was concocted using the Campbell Protocol. Under the Campbell Protocol, folklore and urban legends from the local area — as well as derivatives from further afield — are conflated and taken as fact for the purposes of initial containment. The following brief on SCP-6311 was conflated from the original source 'Three Billy Goats Gruff' and twenty-seven derivatives. Annotations have been left by Dr. Mary Cohort to aid in reader understanding. Three innocent creatures are crossing a bridge. (Crossing in this sense may not mean literally crossing the bridge, but rather using the bridge to cross over to SCP-6311's realm.) A hostile creature stops the three in turn. (In this case, we can easily surmise the hostile entity to be SCP-6311-1. In the vast majority of depictions, this entity is called a troll, and is referred to as such for the remainder of the brief.) Each of the three individually promises the troll that the next one coming is bigger — and thus has more meat to offer. (I don't think I need to specify how this plays into 6311-1's specific interests.) The third of the creatures defeats the troll in a physical altercation. (Unclear how this plays into our understanding of the anomaly. Is there a way to engage it outside of the negotiations we've observed?) With the troll defeated, all three of the creatures pass unimpeded. (From my understanding, this could indicate two possible scenarios — once the entity is 'defeated', it can be utilized without fear, or the more mundane explanation that the bridge can be used normally if the entity is no longer present.) Addendum 6311-2 (Initial Contact Record) Following three D-Class incursions and interactions with SCP-6311-1, Head Researcher Mary-Anne Jameson elected to pass underneath SCP-6311 and communicate with the entity within personally. As recording devices have shown inconsistent efficacy within this space, an approximate record of this communication was transcribed following Head Researcher Jameson's return. I still have difficulty describing precisely what I saw — after my initial observation, I found myself closing my eyes for much of the remainder — but these words are what come to mind when I think back to that moment. They are as accurate as anything else I could say. It was a reptile in that it was cold. It was a mammal in that it was warm. It was a lizard in that it was scaly. It was a lion in that it was furred. It was a machine in that it was metallic. It was a monument in that it was stone. It was a star in that it was bright. It was an animal in that it was wild. It was a human in that it was cruel. It was a mosaic in that it was everything. It was a troll. It wasted no time in greeting me, in a way beyond words, before informing me in advance that it would require recompense for everything it provided to me in its realm. I agreed that payment would be provided. Apparently satisfied, it asked me what I desired of it. I began from the questions we'd all discussed beforehand. To begin with, I asked if it could tell me its name. It asked me if I was willing to spend six billion human lives for that information — I quickly retracted the question. I then asked if it could tell me the principles by which it operated. It agreed in exchange for one lamb eyeball. Once provided, it told me that it worked by providing information in exchange for sustenance. Perhaps this was a foolish question on my part. The discussion that followed spanned many hours, and ate through much of the meat stock we'd been provided by our usual source. I've sent over the containment revisions we've concocted to the relevant research teams, and the reports we've gotten back so far have been very positive. SCP-6311-1, as a continually usable resource, will be an undeniable boon to the Foundation. This is why we do what we do here at Folklore, people. At first glance, these tales may look like scary stories to keep kids in line, but that simply isn't the case at all. In their time, this lore was how humanity taught itself about the dangers it couldn't possibly hope to understand — and we still have a whole lot to learn. Let's get to work. Incident 6311-1 On 13/09/2021, three days following Head Researcher Jameson's return from communicating with SCP-6311-1, she suddenly vanished from her on-site quarters. Inspection of her quarters has shown traces of her blood stained into her bedsheets, and several of her teeth blocking the drain in the adjoining bathroom. Surveillance in the room was inoperable during the presumed time of her disappearance. The following message was found burnt into the ceiling: DID YOU THINK MY TIME CAME FREE OF CHARGE? Testing has been temporarily suspended. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6311" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6311. 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 Content Warning: Extreme body horror, psychological horror. Readers beware ;) Item #: SCP-6312 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6312's host (henceforth designated SCP-6312-1) is to be treated as a comatose patient, and an automated system has been put in place to supply it with nutrients and SCP-6312 with consistent power. View archived containment procedures. Close archived containment procedures. SCP-6312-1 vitals are monitored for irregularities, so constant surveillance is not necessary. Once a month, the current project lead is to make a thorough visual examination of SCP-6312-1 for any changes in physiology and nervous system response. Foundation personnel are not authorized to test on SCP-6312-1 at this time until sufficient testing reveals proof of anomalous properties. SCP-6312 requires more constant maintenance than initial testing had revealed. In addition to monthly full physiological check-ups, the current project lead is to assign a non-essential staff member to continuously visually survey SCP-6312-1 for changes and alert Foundation personnel in the event of movement. Project Leads are authorized to conduct any tests considered necessary to determine the full extent of SCP-6312's abilities. The pacemaker SCP-6312 was based upon, recovered from Dr. Clark's home Description: SCP-6312 is an early 1960s model of pacemaker with an additional wire harness attached to one end which connects to the subject's brain stem. SCP-6312 was implanted in the host, SCP-6312-1, in the year 1964, when she was 78. SCP-6312's only function seems to be keeping SCP-6312-1 alive for as long as possible. SCP-6312-1 was a woman named Johanna Clark, wife of renowned doctor Walter Clark. She was admitted to Albany Medical Hospital in a comatose state by her husband, who has not been seen since leaving the hospital. She was noticed by the Foundation in 1987 due to her abnormally long life, where SCP-6312 was discovered. Johanna Clark is currently 136 years old and is legally considered dead. Significant disagreements within the Foundation’s medical staff have arisen over whether or not SCP-6312-1 is meaningfully alive, or whether it should be tested as an anomaly or as a human. (See Addendum 6312.2022.5 for an updated description) Addendum 6312.2018: Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner In accordance with my new duties as Project Lead for SCP-6312, I would like to propose far more extensive testing than my predecessor. Johanna Clark has been alive for a staggering 132 years, and we still know very little about her capabilities. This deeply worries me, as if she is somehow non-anomalous, her continued living in this state is a huge drain on Foundation resources. My current orders are purely to do visual inspections, but as a project lead I would like more autonomy in my ability to test anomalies. I would like to start with a momentary lapse in machine assisted care, to see whether this anomaly is able to pick up the slack in some way. And if she was to perish in our care, we would have far more ability to test the anomaly itself. I implore Site leadership to slightly bend procedure on the care of potential non-anomalous civilians for the sake of improved testing efficacy. Proposal: Denied Addendum 6312.2022.1: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner I have been monitoring this anomaly for 4 years, and it has not moved or changed a single time. It continues to appear older, hair and fingernails continue to grow, and the heart keeps having itself shocked back to life on a fairly regular basis. However, I am not authorized to take more than a pinprick of blood every month and run a test on it. It is not a she anymore. It is prudent that you allow me to test the effects of deficiency on SCP-6312-1 to examine SCP-6312's response. If it is discovered that SCP-6312 is simply a well-made pacemaker, we can officially archive this anomaly and free me to pursue more meaningful projects. Requesting official permission to test the limits of SCP-6312's life preserving effects. Proposal: Denied Addendum 6312.2022.2: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner During my monthly inspection of SCP-6312-1, the subject's body had almost completely withered away in what I can only describe as physiological auto-cannibalism. The skin, muscles, and even bone at the furthest extremes had been completely eroded. Both legs were completely missing below the knees, while the left was in an advanced stage of dissolution. Above the prematurely arrested limbs the skin was bruised in such a way that I can only liken to frostbite or necrosis, without a single drop of blood flowing through the dead tissues. The right arm remained mostly whole but the fingers showed early signs of the frostbite-like discoloration which seems to precede this odd auto-cannibalism. Upon examination of the subject's equipment, I discovered that a blockage had formed in the intravenous nutrient tube, and I hypothesize that the body has begun to consume itself to keep the heart beating. I have replaced the IV for now, which at least visually seems to have stalled the consumption. Requesting approval for continued nutrient deficiency testing. Proposal: Approved Addendum 6312.2022.3: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner It has been approximately 9 days since SCP-6312-1 has had any nutrients outside of itself, yet biological functions persist. Hair has almost completely fallen off, as well as any remaining nails on the body. The dissolution seems to be happening the fastest to the parts of the body furthest from the heart. Testing has revealed that blood vessels are purposefully starving outer tissues of nutrients to kill them, and then returning to the dead tissues to subsume anything they have left. I have been monitoring this project for 4 years and never seen anything like it. This decay has reached the pelvis, with the left forearm losing approximately half of its mass, with the right losing about a quarter. I am of the belief that SCP-6312 possesses some sort of not previously seen survival algorithm which it uses to dictate cellular behavior through some unknown means. Additionally, when an intern reattaching the nutrient IV, the right arm twitched, and continued to every time nutrients were mentioned. Requesting permission to install an electroencephalogram (EEG) in the subject's room to perform a brain scan. Proposal: Approved Addendum 6312.2022.4: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner It has been more than half a month since SCP-6312-1 has had its nutrients stalled, yet it continues to baffle us by living. The left arm and shoulder, as well as the right arm up to the shoulder joint have been reduced to mostly bones with a light layer of tissue around it. The pelvis is completely gone, and with no diaphragm the lungs have stopped pumping, yet the heart keeps beating and fulfilling the barest of biological functions needed to show that it is alive. Its face is gone, with the skull underneath slowly joining it in all areas except the cranium. The last skin cells we could visibly see dissolved days ago. An EEG scan revealed that the brain still functions in some way, but the patterns don't function as a human's would. We have had all researchers moved to this project focused on finding some way to communicate with either SCP-6312 or SCP-6312-1 in the hopes that one of them possesses some level of intelligence. Nutrient withdrawal will continue for one more week before we wean SCP-6312-1 back onto it. We request additional funding to research ways of communicating with SCP-6312 or SCP-6312-1. Proposal: Approved Addendum 6312.2022.5: Video Transcript of Interview with SCP-6312 Project Lead Kleiner sits in front of a hospital bed with a laptop, while another researcher carefully weaves wires into the brain stem of SCP-6312-1. The bed contains the remains of a spinal column, the cranium around a brain, a loose conglomeration of veins, and a small amount of remaining muscle tissue, all centered around a single slowly beating heart which a pacemaker is visible within. The heart falters in its beat and is violently shocked, startling Project Lead Kleiner. The researcher leaves the room and Kleiner begins typing on his laptop, a transcript of which is provided below. Dr. Kleiner: Do you understand this? SCP-6312: Feed me Dr. Kleiner: Are you Johanna Clark? SCP-6312: Feed me. Dr. Kleiner waves at an attendant to replace the intravenous nutrient sack before continuing to type. Dr. Kleiner: Are you Johanna Clark? SCP-6312: Unknown. Dr. Kleiner: You're capable of processing the English language. Are you using your host's brain to communicate? SCP-6312: I am the brain. Dr. Kleiner: Does the name Walter Clark mean anything to you? SCP-6312: Unknown. Dr. Kleiner: Do you have any memories? SCP-6312: I have been operational for fifty-eight years, two months, nine days, four hours, and twenty nine minutes. Dr. Kleiner: Uptime isn't a memory. Do you have any specific recollections of events from your life or the life of Johanna Clark? SCP-6312: I keep an extensive service log of physiological changes. Would you like me to transcribe this file? Dr. Kleiner: Unnecessary. What is your designation? SCP-6312: Keep Johanna Clark alive. Dr. Kleiner: Can Johanna Clark speak to me? SCP-6312: Irrelevant. Dr. Kleiner: Can Johanna Clark still use her brain? SCP-6312: Irrelevant. Dr. Kleiner: You have failed in your designation. Johanna Clark has been brain-dead for years. What is your actual designation? SCP-6312: I keep Johanna Clark alive. Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: Johanna Clark is a beating heart on a table that you mobilize with electric pulses. Almost everything that is her is gone. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: There is no Johanna Clark. You have consumed everything that could recognizably be considered Johanna Clark. There is only you. What do you want? SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: You didn't answer my question. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: We'll continue this another time when you're feeling more cooperative. Dr. Kleiner leaves the room, leaving the computer running. SCP-6312 continues to send messages during this time. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. [END TRANSMISSION] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6312" by Johnny_Tetris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6312. 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: pacemaker Name: First pacemaker (Siemens-Elema 1958).jpg Author: Professor Marko Turina License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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As long as these pun based articles keep doing well I'm gonna keep writing them. So this is really your fault. Alright had a funny thought last night when I went to bed and took an hour or so this morning to come up with this. Special thanks to R4_EX, Jak, Jack Waltz, Mars, GreeboGangLeader, and Carbon for looking at this for me. Image is from here: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1426Cuisine_foods_of_Bulacan_51.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Doctor Cimmerian SCP-6313 as photographed by Dr. Foster. Item #: SCP-6313 Special Containment Procedures: All Site-88 employees are to be briefed on SCP-6313's anomalous properties. Knowledge of SCP-6313's current location is to be limited to whichever individual currently possesses it. Site-88 staff are directed to deny requests for information relating to SCP-6313's current owner or location. Under no circumstances is this information to be speculated on. Once every six months, a site-wide announcement will be made to assist in the determination of SCP-6313's current status. If it is determined with any level of certainty that SCP-6313 is no longer in the possession of the SCP Foundation, this documentation is to be updated, and the SCP-6313 project head is to be alerted. Description: SCP-6313 is a collection of dried thyme leaves. SCP-6313's current location and velocity cannot be simultaneously known by more than one individual (known as SCP-6313-1 in this document). Due to difficulties in acquiring SCP-6313 for research, the exact mechanism by which this anomaly affects both SCP-6313 and SCP-6313-1 is not fully understood. It is theorized, however, that SCP-6313 possesses macroscopic qualities similar to those possessed by quantum particles. Once two or more individuals learn either the location or velocity of SCP-6313, the object will no longer be found at its last known location. Video records of displacement events have shown it to disapparate from previously known locations instantaneously. SCP-6313 is generally found afterwards by another individual. Records of previous translocation events indicate that SCP-6313 will not appear more than a certain distance1 from the individual possessing knowledge of its location. The following log displays previously known holders of SCP-6313, and the events which triggered the relocation of the object. There is a 13 month gap in knowledge between Mrs. Dobson's loss of the object and Dr. Foster acquiring the object. Previous Owner Occupation Log of Events Mark Reinhart Civilian chef in Bay Minnette Attempted to introduce SCP-6313 to a dish he was preparing. Once it was removed from its packaging it disapparated in the presence of the kitchen staff. Phyllis Dobson Mid-level Executive, Southern Crosscut Pines2 Discovered SCP-6313 in her purse once she arrived home. It disapparated once she attempted to alert her husband to its presence. Both reported the incident to the SCP Foundation. Dr. Phillip Foster SCP Foundation, Senior Researcher Found SCP-6313 in his glove box when arriving for work at Site-88. Since understanding of SCP-6313 was low at the time, he attempted to bring the object to the Site's research head, but it disapparated upon presentation. Kay June SCP Foundation, Janitorial Staff As Ms. June was unaware of SCP-6313's anomalous properties, it was used to decorate and alter the fragrance of a janitorial closet. It was in this location for approximately 34 months. Ms. June was then transferred to Site-43. SCP-6313 was discovered by her replacement, causing the object to disapparate. Dr. Lillian Una SCP Foundation, SCP-2343 containment supervisor Dr. Una was one of the few SCP Staff members to be fully briefed on the potential relocation of SCP-6313. She possessed SCP-6313 for approximately 17 days before the object was intentionally disapparated under the current containment procedures. In August of 2021, a site-wide announcement was made in order to determine the containment status of SCP-6313. At this time, no Foundation staff have come forward with information relating to SCP-6313. It is believed that containment still holds, but is poorly suited to evaluation of its own success or failure. The following announcement should be repeated once weekly until SCP-6313's status is determined. This is an announcement relating to SCP-6313. Anyone who has the thyme should immediately proceed to observation room C for debriefing. A redesign of SCP-6313's containment procedures is currently underway. Footnotes 1. Due to potential variability relating to exact knowledge of this distance, that information has been removed from this document. 2. A Foundation front company. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6313" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6313. 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-6313.jpg Name: 1426Cuisine foods of Bulacan 51 Author: Judgefloro License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Thyme Is A Flat Circle None
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There are no easy answers to questions like this. Parting is always difficult. No amount of goodbyes, and no amount time spent together, will change that. + show block – hide block Thumbnail for crom . by Kothardarastrix Item#: 6314 Level1 Containment Class: uncontained Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures show archived procedures hide archived procedures Instances of SCP-6314 are to be kept in individual habitats and provided with care appropriate to their species and individual intelligence levels. At the discretion of the project supervisor (currently Dr. Sara T. Kothari), compatible SCP-6314 instances may be allowed to share enclosures temporarily or indefinitely. All instances are to receive at least two hours of social interaction, either with other instances or Foundation personnel, each day. See individual entries for special containment procedures unique to specific instances. Special containment procedures for individual instances override the general containment procedures here if contradictory. As of current regulations on "Amazing Alliterative Animals", SCP-6314 are to be contained in Hall ██ of Site-66. To prevent possible [DATA EXPUNGED], all 25 instances are never to be contained in the same facility. hide archived procedures Now that Hypothetical Lifted Veil Scenario 2217 has been realized, all contained SCP-6314 instances (with the exception of SCP-6314-W) are to be released from Foundation custody. Dr. Kothari has been entrusted with the task of redistributing SCP-6314 to the custody of appropriate groups and individuals. Description SCP-6314 is the collective designation for a set of 25 anomalous animals which appear to have been designed as pets for children. Each instance is of a different species and displays different anomalous qualities, but all possess the following traits in common: Negligible senescence. Though adults, SCP-6314 do not appear to age or grow. Cellular regeneration. SCP-6314 rapidly regenerate from physical injuries. Perfect health. SCP-6314 have never contracted any illnesses, pathogenic or otherwise. Anomalous diet. SCP-6314 do not appear to require either food or water to survive, but become increasingly uncomfortable after long periods without either. Instances will consume food appropriate to their species or any form of commercially available pet food, typically preferring the former. Regardless of diet, no waste is produced; food and water vanish upon reaching the instance's stomach. Carnivorous and omnivorous species refuse to consume other vertebrate animals; those capable of speech universally claim that doing so would be "gross." Enhanced intelligence. Many instances display intelligence roughly on par with a human. Said instances are also fluent in English, though most are illiterate. Domestication. SCP-6314 are universally docile and friendly toward humans, especially children. Branding. All instances bear markings somewhere on their bodies which spell "[instance's name], by Dr. Wondertainment". Each instance was recovered alongside, or able to produce when asked, a variation of the same document. Reproduced below is the version that accompanied SCP-6314-S, the first instance contained. show attached documents hide attached documents Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment! Find them all and complete the Zany Zoo! 01. Antonio the Artful Axolotl 02. Buffalo the Buffalo Buffalo 03. Carlos the Cool Capybara ✓ 04. Dennis the Dirigible Dugong 05. Einstein the Enlightened Echinoderm 06. Ferdinand the Fancy Fish ✓ 07. Gwenda the Glamorous Gibbon 08. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapuaʻa ✓ 09. Ignacio the Incredible Iguana ✓ 10. Jerome the Jolly Jellyfish ✓ 11. Kristen the Kindly Kinkajou ✓ 12. Liv the Literate Loris 13. Melanie the Manly Moose 14. Napoleon the Neat Newt ✓ 15. Octavian the Outstanding Owl ✓ 16. Percival the Preposterous Pangolin ✓ 17. Quincy the Quite Quaint Quagga ✓ 18. robert the rich rodent 19. Sammy the Superfluous Serpent ✓ 20. Tyrone the Totally Tubular Tamandua ✓ 21. Ursula the Understanding Uguisu 22. Vivian the Violett Viper (discontinued) ✓ 23. Wilhelm the Wise Whelk ✓ 24. [DATA X-SPONGED] 25. Yancy the Yeatsian Yak ✓ Check marks were added by Dr. Kothari as additional instances were contained.1 The lack of capitalization for #18 and misspelling for #22 are present on all versions of the document. Addendum 6314-1 SCP-6314-A, -B, -D, -E, -G, -L, -M, -r, -U, and -X are not in Foundation custody, and in most cases their whereabouts unknown. As these objects are presumably no more dangerous than the instances that are in containment, and would therefore qualify for the anomaly release program were they contained, efforts to locate them have been abandoned. Attached is a relevant log of messages between Dr. Kothari and Site-66 Director Louis Martin. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari 10 instances of SCP-6314, over one third of them, remain uncontained. We've got decent leads on -A, -G, -r, and -X, but the other six are complete unknowns. I therefore recommend that the remaining instances be located, contained, and documented before those currently in containment are released. Louis Martin Based on the instances currently in containment, it can be safely assumed that the others are no more dangerous than non-anomalous animals. As such anomalies would qualify for the release program were they already in Foundation custody, attempting to contain them in the first place would be counterintuitive. Sara Kothari While the remaining instances of SCP-6314 may not be a threat to human life or the nonexistent Veil, they may themselves be in danger. Although these animals are immortal, they are nonetheless capable of suffering. If the unknown instances are in the possession of groups who are mistreating or exploiting them, it is our obligation to protect these creatures by removing them from such situations, even if it is just to redistribute them to better homes. Louis Martin The welfare of objects not requiring containment is beyond the scope of the Foundation's mission. Sara Kothari Consider, then, the psychological well-being of the instances that are in containment. Several instances have expressed a desire to reunite with the rest of their "family," and claim to miss their "siblings". They will all be negatively affected by the redistribution of instances to different locations, but I believe that allowing them all to briefly reunite beforehand (while ensuring that all 25 are never in the same facility at once, of course) would mitigate this effect somewhat by providing some sense of closure to them. Louis Martin The "psychological well-being" of objects not requiring containment is beyond the scope of the Foundation's mission. Addendum 6314-2 SCP-6314-C sleeping in its habitat Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a in Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a's aquarium SCP-6314-N being held by Researcher James (age 13) SCP-6314-C is a male Hydrochoerus hydrochaeris (capybara). The air within a 2.4-meter radius of the object remains at a constant 21.1 degrees Celsius regardless of other conditions. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapaua'a is a male humuhumunukunukuapaua'a. Cannot be referred to with pronouns, nicknames, abbreviations, or other terms that do not contain the word "humuhumunukunukuapaua'a". References to groups of which Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapaua'a is a member (such as "SCP-6314") are not affected by this property. SCP-6314-J is a male Aurelia aurita (moon jellyfish). It lacks stinging cells, and patches of dark pigmentation on its bell form the shape of a "smiley face". SCP-6314-N is a male Neurergus kaiseri (Kaiser's mountain newt). When held by a human and instructed to "Clean my room!" the object telekinetically moves nearby waste and dirty laundry to the appropriate receptacles. Due to their animal-level intelligence and relatively mundane properties, SCP-6314-C, -H, -J, and -N were entrusted to GoI-466 ("Wilson's Wildlife Solutions") for appropriate care and potential future adoption. For the sake of simplicity, Drs. Kothari and Carlson delivered these instances to WWS personally, and were assigned a Foundation-owned Tesla Cybertruck for this purpose. Audio and video below, and elsewhere in the file, was recorded by Drs. Kothari and Carlsons' EyePods.2 show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < The truck arrives at Wilson's Wildlife Solutions's main facility, parks itself, and turns off its engine. Drs. Kothari and Carlsons' EyePods are resting on the back center seat. Dr. Kothari Isn't there supposed to be somebody waiting for us? Researcher Carlson Probably just got held up. I bet they're a lot busier than usual, what with the Veil and all that. Dr. Kothari sighs. She turns on the car radio and begins cycling through the available FM stations. female voice …stolen from the graves of Broken Church members… female voice …1-900-ANAHITA for the time… male voice …down drooling path…. female voice …as the Survivor, donating his blood and organs… female voice …issued a statement about the Ichabod Campaign… male voice …Horizon Initiative's Satanic lies! Dr. Kothari sighs and turns off the radio. Researcher Carlson Yeah, radio's kinda trash these days. Kinda surprised the car still has it, honestly. All the good stuff's on streaming. A man emerges from the WWS building, hastily putting on a raincoat. He spots the cybertruck and begins jogging toward it. Dr. Kothari gets out of the vehicle to greet him. Burke Kothari? Dr. Kothari That's me. Who are you? Burke Jacob Burke. Nice to meet ya. Burke and Kothari shake hands. Dr. Kothari I thought I would be meeting with Ms. Wilson. Burke So did she, but then we got a call about some giant purple platypus thing rooting through people's trash and she had to go deal with that instead. Dr. Kothari She's still working in the field? Burke Not normally, no, but we've been so busy since the Veil dropped that we need all hands on deck. Dr. Kothari I see. Burke [scowls] Yeah, we're a bit short on people and funds these days. Dr. Kothari I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I was against nullifying the Agreement. Burke [sigh] Yep, me too. But here we are anyway, running ourselves ragged. Dr. Kothari That bad, huh? Burke You have no idea. Now that everybody knows about us, we're getting calls from across the continent, and half of 'em false alarms. People see a weird-colored spider and lose their damn minds. The paperwork alone is…well, you probably don't wanna hear about it. Dr. Kothari If it's any consolation, things are hectic on our end, too. Burke [chuckles] Yeah, I bet. [shakes head] Well, enough gripin'. Let's see these Perfect Pets. Dr. Kothari Elroy! Researcher Carlson gets out and walks to the back of the truck, followed by his EyePod. The tonneau cover retracts automatically, revealing SCP-6314-C, -H, -J, and -N and their respective containers within. Burke and Dr. Kothari approach. Researcher Carlson Ta-da! Dr. Kothari Meet Carlos, Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Jerome, and Napoleon. Burke What do they do, again? Other 'n bein' immortal, I mean. I didn't get a chance to look at the documents you sent us. Dr. Kothari Uh, okay. Carlos keeps the area around him at 70 degrees, Napoleon telekinetically cleans your room if you ask him to, and Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a - well, you can figure it out. Burke What about Jerome? Dr. Kothari Absolutely nothing. Burke Oh. Dr. Kothari We think there may have been budget cuts over at WonderCo or something. Burke Well, if it makes 'im easier to deal with… [bends over to look at SCP-6314-C] Y'know we actually have another capybara? Dr. Kothari Really? Burke Yeah. I bet she'll be glad to have the company. Dr. Kothari That's great! Anything else you need to know? Burke [stands up] Uh, don't think so. I'll go over the docs again and we'll get these fellas into some habitats as soon as we can. I'm sure they'll be adopted in no time. What kid wouldn't want an immortal pet, right? Dr. Kothari …right. Several seconds of silence pass, until Researcher Carlson clears his throat. Burke Welp, I got no time to stand around here gabbin'. Y'all wanna help me with these? Just help me get 'em over to the door and we'll take it from there. Dr. Kothari Sure thing. Burke picks up SCP-6314-C's cage, Carlson lifts Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a's tank, and Kothari takes -J's and -N's. They carry the instances to the door of the shelter and set them on the ground nearby. Burke Thanks. Dr. Kothari Don't mention it. Dr. Kothari squats down to the level of the SCP-6314 instances. Dr. Kothari Bye, guys. I'm gonna miss you all. Burke [quietly, to Researcher Carlson] Wait, these 'uns can't talk, can they? Researcher Carlson shakes his head. Burke nods. Dr. Kothari stands. Dr. Kothari Alright, let's go. Burke Best of luck, y'all. Dr. Kothari And the same to you. Drs. Kothari and Carlson return to the vehicle. The EyePods return to the back seat. Researcher Carlson AVI, take us back to Site-66. Anderson Vehicular Intelligence Returning to Site-66. The truck un-parks itself and exits the parking lot. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-3 SCP-6314-F is a male Puntius semifasciolatus (gold barb fish) possessing a miniaturized human face. A tiny top hat is permanently affixed over its dorsal fin. Due to their obvious similarities, SCP-6314-F was entrusted to the former SCP-527, now designated PoI 527/01 in accordance with anomaly release policy. Drs. Kothari and Carlson delivered SCP-6314-F to PoI 527/01 shortly before his departure from Site-19. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Music is faintly audible through the walls of the former SCP-527's containment chamber. PoI 527/01 …a lot to drag me away from you… Dr. Kothari knocks on the the door. Singing abruptly ceases, followed by the music. PoI 527/01 Hello? Dr. Kothari SC- uh, Mister Fish? PoI 527/01 Yes? Dr. Kothari: I have something for you. May I come in? PoI 527/01 Uh. I can't stop you, can I? Dr. Kothari Um. Researcher Carlson You don't work with humanoids much, do you Sara? Dr. Kothari Well, uh, we're coming in. Dr. Kothari enters the containment chamber. PoI 527/01 is standing in front of his desk, on which a portable CD player and an empty CD case rest next to a small potted cactus. A half-full suitcase is open on the floor next to PoI 527/01's bed, which is covered with partially folded clothes. PoI 527/01 What is it? Dr. Kothari Elroy? Researcher Carlson enters the chamber, carrying SCP-6314-F's fishbowl. PoI 527/01 [crosses his arms] Is this some kind of a joke? Dr. Kothari Just take a look. Researcher Carlson places the fishbowl on the desk and steps back. PoI 527/01 leans over to examine it. SCP-6314-F swims up to the glass. Dr. Kothari We're not sure, but based on the skin tone, we think- PoI 527/01 [quietly] That's my face. [PoI 527/01 lowers his arms.] Dr. Kothari …yeah. PoI 527/01 places both hands on the desk and leans in closer to SCP-6314-F, until his face is almost touching the glass. He remains like this for several seconds. Dr. Kothari You can keep him, if you want. PoI 527/01 [stands] What? Dr. Kothari He's part of the anomaly release program, like you. PoI 527/01 stares at Dr. Kothari for several seconds. His piscine face is unreadable. Dr. Kothari Um, you don't have to keep him if you- PoI 527/01 removes his hat. PoI 527/01 [choking up slightly] Thank you, Dr… Dr. Kothari Kothari. PoI 527/01 Thank you, Dr. Kothari. PoI 527/01 offers Dr. Kothari a handshake, which she accepts. Dr. Kothari You're welcome, Mister Fish. PoI 527/01 You have no idea how much this means to me. To actually see my face, my real face…it's…really something. Dr. Kothari [smiles] Consider it a going away gift. PoI 527/01 The best I ever got. PoI 527/01 replaces his hat. Dr. Kothari Where are you going, by the way? PoI 527/01 Back to Boston. Gonna see if I can track down Doctor Dubs, give him a piece of my mind. [turns to look at SCP-6314-F] Heck, maybe she can switch us back! They did it once, right? Dr. Kothari Anything's possible. PoI 527/01 looks at SCP-6314-F and adjusts his hat. PoI 527/01 Is it true that the company's gone downhill since they went public? Hot was complaining about it the last time I talked to him. Dr. Kothari Well…I don't know, I never had Wondertainment toys as a kid. PoI 527/01 Fair enough. A brief awkward silence passes. PoI 527/01 adjusts his hat again. Dr. Kothari Well, I hope you find what you're looking for. PoI 527/01 Thanks! I hope that you do too. Dr. Kothari appears confused. PoI 527/01 Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to finish packing. PoI 527/01 turns his music back on. Dr. Kothari What? PoI 527/01 resumes packing. He seems not to have heard Dr. Kothari. Researcher Carlson Let's go. PoI 527/01 …I bless the rains down in Africa… Dr. Kothari …yeah. Let's go. Drs. Kothari and Carlson exit the chamber. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-4 SCP-6314-I. Object was juggling small rocks, but ceased upon seeing the camera, claiming to be camera shy. SCP-6314-T. Surfboard not pictured. SCP-6314-I is a male Amblyrhynchus cristatus (marine iguana). The object can perform a variety of "tricks," including various feats of acrobatics, dancing, and singing, but is reluctant to do so before large groups, claiming "stage fright". SCP-6314-T is a male Tamandua tetradactyla (southern tamandua). The object can telekinetically manipulate bodies of water and its surfboard3 to perform assorted tricks. Both instances are capable of speech, though SCP-6314-T possesses an exaggerated Southern California accent. Due to their human-level intelligence and desire and ability to perform "tricks," SCP-6314-I and -T were entrusted to Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting. Though the Circus was not located near Site-66 at the time, its liaison Victor Chan offered to send Circus representatives to the Site via Way. To prevent possible security breaches or violent incidents, the meeting was instead arranged for nearby public location. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Drs. Kothari and Carlson are seated in their vehicle at the appointed rendezvous location. It is raining. Light from a nearby holographic billboard dimly illuminates the interior of the vehicle. Dr. Kothari checks her watch. Dr. Kothari They're late. Researcher Carlson Well, I have heard that dimensional travel is a little finicky. Dr. Kothari I think they're doing it on purpose. As a flex. Researcher Carlson Could be. Dr. Kothari leans forward, peering through the raindrops on the windshield to read the billboard more clearly. Dr. Kothari Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Researcher Carlson What? Dr. Kothari points out the windshield. Researcher Carlson "Get your ass to Mars?"4 Well, it's not like we didn't know he was a fan of the movie. Look what you're sitting in. [Researcher Carlson raps on the roof of the cybertruck.] Dr. Kothari It's ridiculous. Researcher Carlson I think it's cool. A kaleidoscopic, multicolored Way opens in the doorway of a nearby abandoned building. PoIs-4657 ("Icky the magic Clown"), -4658 ("The Man With The Upside Down Face"), and -4659 ("Li'l Lollipop") emerge. The Man opens a comically oversized transparent umbrella, under which all three individuals shelter. Dr. Kothari raises the hood on her raincoat, steps out of the vehicle (followed by her EyePod) and approaches the three figures. Researcher Carlson also exits the vehicle and begins retrieving the SCP-6314 instances. Icky the Magic Clown [sarcastically] Well, the tables sure do turn, don't they Lolly? Li'l Lollipop [with equal sarcasm] They sure do, Icky! Icky One day Essie's trying to take your friends away, the next day they're bringing you more! Lollipop These are strange times, aren't they? Icky They certainly are, Lolly! They certainly are. Dr. Kothari [sighs] Ringmaster. Icky [seriously] Essie. Icky extends a hand to Dr. Kothari. Dr. Kothari moves to shake it. The Man With The Upside Down Face Icky… Dr. Kothari hesitates. Icky What? Li'l Lollipop giggles, then covers her mouth. The Man squints at Icky. Icky Ah, fine. [Icky raises both hands, revealing the joy buzzer on her right palm.] Dr. Kothari lowers her hand and takes several steps back. Icky Relax! It wasn't gonna kill ya! We're legit now, remember? Dr. Kothari …yeah. [pause] So I guess the Lifted Veil's been good for business? Icky Yep! It's amazing what you can accomplish when you're not being hunted by fascist maniacs! Dr. Kothari We don't do that anymore. And we're not fascists. Icky Oh, sure. The Man With The Upside Down Face clears his throat. Dr. Kothari Hurry up with those cages, Elroy! Researcher Carlson [grumbling] I'd be faster if I had help. Researcher Carlson carries the cages of SCP-6314-I and -T from behind the truck and places them in front of The Man. SCP-6314-T Whoa! Your face is like, upside-down, brah! Gnarly! The Man Does he always talk like that? SCP-6314-T Totally. Dr. Kothari You get used to it. Icky [bends down to look at SCP-6314-I] What's Ignacio here do, again? Dr. Kothari Dancing, singing, acrobatics. Juggling. You know. The Man Looks like a regular iguana. Dr. Kothari He's shy. Li'l Lollipop Aw! [kneels beside Icky to see SCP-6314-I] You don't have to be scared! We're all your friends here! Not like mean old Essie! [frowns exaggeratedly] Dr. Kothari [crosses her arms] I assure you that I am…was very kind to these animals. SCP-6314-T Yeah, Sara's chill. Dr. Kothari Thanks, Tyrone. Icky [straightens up] Well, they're not exactly disquieting…but they'll fit right in at the petting zoo! SCP-6314-T Right on! Dr. Kothari Take care of them, okay? Icky We will! It's not like we kidnap people and stick them in rooms by themselves forever! Dr. Kothari Yeah, you just give them irreversible physical transformations and lifelong chemical dependencies. Lolly seems taken aback. Icky scowls. The joy buzzer on her palm crackles with electricity. The Man places a hand on Icky's shoulder. The Man Are we done here? Kothari Are we? Icky We are. So get lost. Keeping a wary eye on Icky, Dr. Kothari kneels down to be eye level with SCP-6314-T. Kothari Goodbye, Tyrone. SCP-6314-T [sadly] Later, dude. [SCP-6314-T makes the "hang loose" gesture with its right forepaw.] Dr. Kothari crouches down to SCP-6314-I. Dr. Kothari Goodbye, Ignacio. SCP-6314-I waves. Lollipop Aw… Dr. Kothari stands, glares at Icky, and returns to the truck. Icky sneers. Researcher Carlson Uh, pleasure doing business? Icky Nope. Researcher Carlson Right. Researcher Carlson returns to the vehicle, which starts itself. As the truck drives itself away, The Man hands the umbrella to Icky, then picks up the cages and carries them back into the open Way. Icky waves mockingly at Drs. Kothari and Carlson. Lollipop blows a raspberry at them. Drs. Carlson and Kothari sit in silence. After almost a minute, Dr. Kothari turns the radio back on. male voice …expected to continue raining for the next… Dr. Kothari cries out in frustration and forcefully turns off the radio. Researcher Carlson Relax. Where we're going, we don't need radios. AVI, turn on bluetooth. Anderson Vehicular Intelligence Bluetooth on. A chime plays as Researcher Carlson's cranial implant connects to the car stereo. "She" by Shattered Deus begins to play. Dr. Kothari What the…"Shattered Deus"? Researcher Carlson Yeah. This album's my favorite, but Brass Rites and Silicon Rituals is pretty good too. Dr. Kothari What?! Are you a Maxwellist now?! Researcher Carlson Tesla Society, actually. Dr. Kothari Since when?! Researcher Carlson Uh, since WAN-MEKHANE returned and saved us all from the fleshgod apocalypse? If that's not a good reason to convert I don't know what is. And the ocular implants are pretty cool, too. Dr. Kothari Ocular…do you have any idea how many Foundation personnel have been killed by the Church of the Broken God? Researcher Carlson Do you have any idea how many Church members have been killed by the Foundation? Dr. Kothari That's not the same thing. Researcher Carlson How is it different? Dr. Kothari They were trying to- Researcher Carlson Trying to what, fix God and save the world? You tellin' me they shouldn't have done that, that we shoulda just kept all Her fragments in containment and let the FLESH win? Dr. Kothari No, of course not. Researcher Carlson Then what are you saying? Dr. Kothari [silence] Researcher Carlson That's what I thought. Dr. Kothari [quietly] Sorry. Researcher Carlson [sighs] 'salright. You'll get used to it eventually. Dr. Kothari [silence] > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-5 SCP-6314-K politely requesting more honey SCP-6314-K is a female Potos flavus (kinkajou). Instance is exceptionally friendly and polite and enjoys "cuddling". Due to its human-level intelligence and negligible entertainment or educational value, SCP-6314-K was not suitable for adoption by the organizations to which previous instances had been entrusted. Dr. Kothari proposed that the object be used as intended, as a child's pet, and adopted by a family familiar with anomalous phenomena. The adoption took place at Site-66, as the chosen family were retired Foundation personnel with sufficient clearance to know of its existence and lived reasonably close by. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari is in her office reviewing paperwork. SCP-6314-K sits in a cage on her desk, licking the last remaining honey from a mostly empty jar. Draven Kondraki knocks quietly on the open door of Dr. Kothari's office. Dr. Kothari Hmm? Hey! Come on in. Draven Kondraki Thanks. SCP-6314-K Hello, Mr. Kondraki! Kondraki Hi! You must be Kristen. SCP-6314-K That's me! Kondraki You sure are adorable. SCP-6314-K Aw, thank you! Kondraki You're welcome. Kondraki sits down. Dr. Kothari So, what do you think? Kondraki I think she'll be great. I was up all night last night reading about kinkajous, and I'm sure we can take care of her. And I already showed Ben a picture, so it's too late to turn back anyway. Kothari and Kondraki laugh. Dr. Kothari That's good to hear. I took the liberty of putting together these care and feeding instructions, but Kristen can probably tell you everything you need to know. Can't you, girl? SCP-6314-K I sure can! Don't worry, I'm easy to take care of. You'll never have to take me to the vet, and I'm already potty trained. I like fruits and honey better than dog food, though. Kondraki Don't worry, we'll get you plenty of fruit. SCP-6314-K And honey? Kondraki And honey. SCP-6314-K Yay! Dr. Kothari Alright. If you'll just sign these papers… Dr. Kothari slides several forms and a pen across the table to Kondraki. Kondraki Sure thing. Kondraki begins filling out the forms. Dr. Kothari How's retirement treating you? Kondraki Pretty good so far. My pension's not much, but James gets enough for ten people. Dr. Kothari He deserves enough for a hundred. Kondraki [smiles] Yeah, but I'm not complaining. Several seconds of silence. Kondraki continues filling out paperwork. Kothari fidgets with her hands. SCP-6314-K continues licking the honey jar. Dr. Kothari So, uh… Kondraki Hmm? [looks up] Dr. Kothari If you don't mind me asking- Kondraki About James? Dr. Kothari Uh, yeah. How, uh, how is he? Kondraki He's okay. Nothing will ever be normal again, of course, but I don't guess it ever really was to begin with. Dr. Kothari [nods] Give him my regards. [pauses] And my thanks. Kondraki I will. Kondraki notices Dr. Kothari's EyePod, resting on a filing cabinet behind her. He scowls. Dr. Kothari What? Kondraki [gestures at the EyePod with his pen] Just noticed Big Brother back there. Dr. Kothari Hmm? [she looks over her shoulder] Oh, the EyePod? That's just to make documentation easier. Kondraki Pfft. Is that what they told you? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? Kondraki Way I heard it, those things are here to make sure people don't run off and join the Insurgency. You remember how much of a problem that was at first, don't you? Dr. Kothari No, I - well, yes, I remember, but I don't think - that's not why. Kondraki Uh-huh. Well, I'm still glad I got out before they deployed those things. Kondraki finishes the paperwork and slides it back to Dr. Kothari. Kondraki Here you go. Anything else I need to know? Dr. Kothari Just that I really appreciate this. It's hard, finding homes for these guys. Kondraki Hey, I should be thanking you. Ben's gonna have the coolest pet in school, isn't he, Kristen? SCP-6314-K You bet! Kondraki And the nicest one, too. Kondraki extends a finger through SCP-6314-K's cage. She grasps his finger with one hand. Dr. Kothari and Kondraki stand and shake hands. Dr. Kothari Fair warning, though, I might be coming to check up on her now and then. Kondraki [laughs] I look forward to it. SCP-6314-K Me too! Kondraki Ready to go, Kristen? SCP-6314-K Yep! Kondraki carefully picks up SCP-6314-K's cage. Dr. Kothari Goodbye, Kristen. I'll see you soon. SCP-6314-K Goodbye, Sara. Good luck! Dr. Kothari Thanks. SCP-6314-K You're welcome! Kondraki Bye, Sara. Dr. Kothari Bye. Kondraki leaves with SCP-6314-K. Dr. Kothari turns and looks at her EyePod. She frowns. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-6 SCP-6314-O emerging from its nest upon hearing that Researcher James (age 13) needed help learning multiplication tables SCP-6314-O is a male Micrathene whitneyi (elf owl). Object is highly intelligent and capable of speech. When asked for assistance with a homework assignment, it gains the knowledge necessary to complete the assignment and attempts to help complete it. The gained knowledge is lost upon completion of the assignment. Due to its educational value, SCP-6314-O has been relocated to the International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology in Three Portlands, where it will be part of that institution's tutoring program. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari When the release of SCP-6314 instances was planned, it was my understanding that I would be placed in charge of the redistribution process. It seems, however, that this is not the case, as SCP-6314-O was removed from containment by a Global Occult Coalition representative this morning, before I arrived. I did not have a chance to assist in this transfer of custody, brief the GOC rep about the object, or inspect the conditions in which it would be transported and kept to ensure the object's safety. I do not object to SCP-6314-O's transfer to ICSUT, but I do object to this apparent override of my authority on this object, and I sincerely hope that this is the last time such a thing will occur. Louis Martin You approved the transfer and ICSUT and the GOC filed all the necessary paperwork. The transfer proceeded without you because your presence was not required. Sara Kothari While I did approve the transfer, I did so under the impression that I would be able to personally supervise it. It is my job to ensure that SCP-6314-O is kept secure and protected both during the transport and at his new home, but I have been denied this opportunity. I fear that SCP-6314-O may come to harm in my absence. Louis Martin As I said, your presence was not required. ICSUT and the GOC are fully capable of caring for SCP-6314-O, as you attested when you first approved this transfer. Sara Kothari I just wanted the chance to say goodbye. Don't take that away from me too. Addendum 6314-7 Unable to determine context or content of above photograph. SCP-6314-P is not believed to exist, as everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin.5 The purpose of its inclusion in the document that accompanies other SCP-6314 instances is unknown. It is likewise unclear why a habitat for a small mammal was constructed between those of SCP-6314-O and SCP-6314-Q, when this occurred, or who was responsible. When this chamber was first noticed by Researcher Carlson, it contained the following items: vegetation normally native to tropical areas traces of powdered ant remains, various vitamins and minerals, and agar the following note: show attached documents hide attached documents Did you know pangolins were once the most trafficked mammal in the world? Well, you used to. They were being killed by the thousands, during the War. People ate their ground-up scales, thinking that would cure the Red Death. They almost went the way of the elephant. But you didn't do a thing about it. You had in your hands something that could save the whole pangolin family, but all you did was keep him as a pet. Even after the Veil lifted, that's all you had in mind for him. You were going to give Percival to Wilson's Wildlife Solutions and let the rest of them die. Lucky for the pangolins, I decided to intervene. It wasn't easy to alter his effect like this, but it was worth it. Now, instead of being the most trafficked mammal on the planet, they're probably its safest. That includes Percival - he's safe with me, and you needn't worry about him anymore, even if you do somehow manage to remember that he exists. By the way – Mel (you know, the moose) wanted me to tell you that xe's perfectly safe and happy where xe is. Liv is fine, too, from what I hear. - L.S. P.S. - Don't think that the Hand is gone just because the Veil is. We're glad that you've released your prisoners, but you'd better stay on your best behavior. We're still watching. As everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin,6 it is believed that this note constitutes some form of subterfuge or attempted deception by "L.S." Addendum 6314-8 SCP-6314-Q is a male Equus quagga quagga (quagga). It possesses no notable properties beyond those shared by all instances. As SCP-6314-Q is potentially immortal and one of only (at time of writing) three living quaggas, it has considerable conservation value. After experimentation with a female quagga7 determined that the object's offspring do not inherit its anomalous properties, all specimens were entrusted to the Quagga Project for use in quagga re-breeding efforts. Logs relating to the transfer of SCP-6314-Q's custody have been omitted, as they did not involve notable interactions with sentient anomalies or Groups of Interest. Update: Shortly after SCP-6314-Q's transfer, the Quagga Project and all its assets were acquired by Marshall, Carter, and Dark LTD. All quagga specimens, including SCP-6314-Q, were relocated to an unknown location, and the object's whereabouts remain unknown. Dr. Kothari was not informed of this development, as it occurred after the events of Addendum 12. Addendum 6314-9 SCP-6314-S posing for the camera in its habitat SCP-6314-S is a male Lampropeltis elapsoides (scarlet kingsnake). Though intelligent and capable of speech, its vocabulary consists almost entirely of words beginning with the letter "s". It possesses a cognitohazardous effect that limits speech directed at the object to such words. SCP-6314-V is a female Micruroides euryxanthus (Sonoran coral snake), though scales that would normally be red on a non-anomalous coral snake are instead a vivid violet hue. Instance has similar properties to SCP-6314-S, but related to the letter "v" instead of "s". Unlike other SCP-6314 instances, -V is generally hostile toward humans, particularly those it perceives as authority figures. However, Dr. Kothari has gained the instance's trust over time and with the assistance of SCP-6314-S. SCP-6314-S and -V share a close emotional bond and are able to communicate with each other nonverbally. For this reason, and because SCP-6314-S's presence seems to have a calming effect on -V, both instances were contained in the same habitat. Much like SCP-6314-K, SCP-6314-S was slated for adoption by retired Foundation personnel. SCP-6314-V was deemed unacceptable for adoption or transfer to GoI custody, however, as its human-level intelligence, venomous nature, general hostility, and documented anarchist tendencies made it non-negligibly more dangerous than a non-anomalous animal. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari While SCP-6314-V is normally hostile towards people, I have been working with her for years and have gained her trust and cooperation over that time. Additionally, SCP-6314-V is consistently less aggressive when in the presence of SCP-6314-S, the instance with whom I have the most experience. I therefore propose that these instances simply be kept in containment. Although this would be an exception to the anomaly release protocol, I feel that it is a justifiable one, given the unique relationship between these two instances. Louis Martin I cannot allow exceptions to the release program for such a trivial reason. There is no reason -S cannot be adopted, and Site-66 is well-equipped to contain -V, with or without any marginal decrease in hostility due to your presence or -S’s. Sara Kothari I still feel that separating both instances would be detrimental to the mental health of both, leading to an unnecessary increase in -V’s aggression levels. To avoid this undesirable outcome, I propose that they both be released from containment and entrusted to my custody. For reasons previously stated, I believe that I am the ideal caretaker for both instances. Louis Martin I cannot grant this request. -S is to be released from Foundation custody, including the personal custody of active Foundation personnel. Louis Martin Additionally, please note that transfers to the custody of retired personnel would also be subject to my approval, and that it would be inappropriate for a retired employee to adopt an object whose containment they previously supervised. Logged below is Dr. Kothari's initial attempt to separate SCP-6314-S from SCP-6314-V. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari enters the shared enclosure of SCP-6314-S and -V, which are curled in the corner under a sunlamp. Dr. Kothari Salutations, Sammy. SCP-6314-S 'Sup, Sara! Dr. Kothari sits down on a large rock. SCP-6314-S slithers up to her. Dr. Kothari So, uh, did Sammy see the surrounding situation? SCP-6314-S Sadly. Will Sammy soon be sent somewhere? Dr. Kothari Sorry SCP-6314-S Somewhere scary? Dr. Kothari [shakes her head] Simply somewhere 'cides Site-66. Somewhere safe. SCP-6314-S [sighs] So Sammy and Sara will soon separate? Dr. Kothari Sadly. SCP-6314-S Seriously sad. SCP-6314-S coils around Dr. Kothari's arm, "hugging" her. Dr. Kothari swallows nervously. Dr. Kothari So, uh, Sammy SCP-6314-S Si, señora? Dr. Kothari Soon, serpents shall separate. Dr. Kothari points at SCP-6314-S, then SCP-6314-V. SCP-6314-S Say second? Dr. Kothari She'll be sent somewhere separate. SCP-6314-S slithers back onto floor. SCP-6314-S Shock! Slander! Dr. Kothari shakes her head. Dr. Kothari Serious. SCP-6314-S slithers over to SCP-6314-V. SCP-6314-S Sara shan't separate Sammy and sweetheart! Dr. Kothari Sorry, Sammy, but superior says- SCP-6314-S Screw superior! Sammy stays! SCP-6314-V Verily! Dr. Kothari [pleading] Sammy, she's sinister! Not safe! SCP-6314-S She's safe for Sammy! Dr. Kothari Sorry, Sammy. [pause] Should say sayonara to sweetheart soon. SCP-6314-S Shan't! Dr. Kothari attempts to say something, but is silenced by the effects of SCP-6314-S and/or -V. SCP-6314-V Vanish, villain! Dr. Kothari Vivian… SCP-6314-V Vamoose or violence! SCP-6314-V hisses loudly and bares her fangs. Dr. Kothari Sammy? SCP-6314-S Scram, Sara! Dr. Kothari S….v….ah… [Dr. Kothari continues to stutter, attempting to say things but being repeatedly silenced by the two objects' effects. She looks to be on the verge of tears.] SCP-6314-S Scoot! Dr. Kothari turns abruptly and hurries from the room. > RECORDING ENDED < Following this incident, Dr. Kothari requested more time to locate an appropriate post-containment home for SCP-6314-S. Director Martin granted this request, on the condition of no further delays in the redistribution of SCP-6314 instances. Addendum 6314-10 SCP-6314-W in storage SCP-6314-W is the vacant shell of an unknown species of sea snail. When the shell is asked a question, the voice of an elderly male speaks from within and provides general advice in response. Object remembers content of previous conversations. Due to its general usefulness, and to prevent the future assembly of all 25 instances in the same location, SCP-6314-W will remain in Foundation custody. Reassignment to other personnel or permanent storage is pending, but it remains in Dr. Kothari's possession for the time being. Below is a transcript of the last recorded conversation between Dr. Kothari and SCP-6314-W. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari Wilhelm, are you there? SCP-6314-W I'm always here for you, Sara. Dr. Kothari I'm confused. SCP-6314-W What about? Dr. Kothari The other animals. Your siblings. SCP-6314-W Because you don't know where to send them? Dr. Kothari No. Well, yeah, I…I don't know. SCP-6314-W Because you don't want to send them there. Dr. Kothari [sighs] Yeah, I guess that's it. I don't want to send you all away. You're like family to me. SCP-6314-W Loss is an inevitable part of life, Sara. Terrible, but inevitable. Dr. Kothari I know, but…it shouldn't have to be, at least not for you. You all live forever. You should able to spend forever together, shouldn't you? SCP-6314-W Perhaps, but that isn't really what you want, is it? Dr. Kothari [pause] No. SCP-6314-W Then what do you want? Dr. Kothari I want you all to spend forever with me. SCP-6314-W Because we are like family, right? Dr. Kothari Right. I've spent what, twelve years with you all? Almost the whole time I've worked here. SCP-6314-W It's been a long time. Dr. Kothari And so, losing you like this…I can't take it. SCP-6314-W Now, Sara, isn't that kind of selfish? Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-W When Dr. Wondertainment made us, we were intended to bring happiness to many people. Not just you, and not just each other. Isn't being separated the best way to do that? Dr. Kothari …fine, yeah, I guess it is selfish. But that doesn't change the way I feel. SCP-6314-W Of course not. And how, exactly, do you feel? Dr. Kothari Um. Sad? Lonely? SCP-6314-W Afraid, perhaps? Dr. Kothari Yes, afraid. SCP-6314-W Of what? Dr. Kothari Of losing people I care about. SCP-6314-W Has this happened to you before? Dr. Kothari [scoffs] Of course it has. You said it was inevitable, remember? SCP-6314-W Let me rephrase, then. Of the times that this has happened, which one does this feel like the most? Dr. Kothari Well, that's easy. [deep breath] When I was a little girl, I had a pet beagle. Her name was Maria, like the Santana song. She was the cutest darn thing I ever saw. And I loved her, I think, the same way I love you guys. SCP-6314-W As a pet? Dr. Kothari As a friend. But…ah, but I didn't appreciate her. I don't know how many days Maria was out there in the yard, but I was inside playing video games or watching TV. I should've been out there with her, playing with my friend instead of wasting our time together, but I was stupid and - well, selfish, I guess. So when Maria got sick, I felt sad, yeah, but the main thing I felt was regret. Regret that I didn't spend more time playing with her when she was around. Regret that she died scared and alone in a vet's office, instead of old and content and surrounded by her family, even though there wasn't really anything I could've done about that. I didn't even get to see her afterwards. They just burned her and stuck her in a box. It was just…so…horrible. No closure or anything. I didn't even get to say goodbye. She was just…gone. And now it's happening again. I'm having to give you away, but I'm not ready to lose any of you, because I want more time. Don't you have something to say? Anything at all? I thought you were supposed to be wise. SCP-6314-W Sara… Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-W There are no easy answers to questions like this. Parting is always difficult. No amount of goodbyes, and no amount time spent together, will change that. If anything, that will just make it harder. Dr. Kothari But it doesn't have to be goodbye, does it? It shouldn't be. SCP-6314-W I'm afraid that it does, Sara. If what you've told me is true, then there's not much you can do about this. Dr. Kothari [tearfully] Well, you're a lot of help. SCP-6314-W I'm sorry, Sara. But if it's any consolation, I don't think this time was wasted. And I don't think my siblings do, either. Dr. Kothari Oh yeah? SCP-6314-W It's been twelve years, you said? Since you found Sammy at that pet store? Dr. Kothari Almost. SCP-6314-W Now consider this: We weren't created much longer ago than that. Many of us never had any owner besides you. You've been here almost our entire lives, and you've been taking care of us this whole time. Sure, some of the others weren't here until later - like Vivian, she was the last, wasn't she? Dr. Kothari Yes. SCP-6314-W Think of Vivian. You know she didn't have a good life before you brought her here. But she likes you, doesn't she? Do you understand the significance of that? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-W There are only two beings in this whole world that Vivian likes. Sammy, and you. She likes Sammy because they were made that way, but her love for you was earned. And do you know how that happened? Dr. Kothari How? SCP-6314-W Because you were the best owner that she ever had. That any of us ever had. You care for us better than any zoo, pet shop, or aquarium could, or any other person ever has. And it's not just a matter of feeding and cleaning us. You care for us, but you also care about us. We're your friends. And you are ours. The years we've spent with you have been the best of our lives. Dr. Kothari [sniffs] Mine too. But I want more years. SCP-6314-W So do we, Sara. But we're needed elsewhere. Dr. Kothari [sighs] I know. SCP-6314-W For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Dr. Kothari I'm sorry too. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-11 SCP-6314-Y reciting "Sailing to Byzantium" in its outdoor enclosure SCP-6314-Y is a male Bos grunniens (domestic yak). Instance has perfectly memorized all written works of W. B. Yeats8 and all biographies of Yeats published before the year 2000. As it is effectively the world's leading expert on W. B. Yeats, custody of SCP-6314-Y was offered to several museums and historical and artistic societies associated with Yeats. Based on the accommodations for the object offered by those organizations that were interested, Dr. Kothari selected the Yeats Society of Sligo to take custody of the instance. Logged below is the final conversation between Dr. Kothari and SCP-6314-Y. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari enters SCP-6314-Y's indoor habitat. Dr. Kothari Yancy? SCP-6314-Y Good morning. Dr. Kothari Uh, hi. SCP-6314-Y What brings you in here? Dr. Kothari Well, I've got some good news and some bad news. SCP-6314-Y Let's have the good news first, then. Dr. Kothari I've found you a new home. You'll like this: the Yeats Society, in Sligo. Apparently you're pretty much the number one expert on Yeats, so they'll be happy to have you. SCP-6314-Y Aye, that sounds like the place for me. What's the bad news? Dr. Kothari Well, I…I guess that's the bad news too. SCP-6314-Y What's the matter? Dr. Kothari I'm just gonna miss you, is all. All of you. SCP-6314-Y And I'll miss you too, lass. But that's the nature of things, ain't it? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-Y Well, like the man said: SCP-6314-Y clears its throat, then speaks in the voice of W.B. Yeats. SCP-6314-Y Things fall apart. The center cannot hold Dr. Kothari hangs her head. Dr. Kothari Yep. They sure [chokes up] do. SCP-6314-Y Lassie? Dr. Kothari bursts into tears and sits heavily on a nearby rock. SCP-6314-Y Oh dear. SCP-6314-Y approaches Dr. Kothari and nuzzles her with its snout. Dr. Kothari rubs SCP-6314-Y's neck. SCP-6314-Y That's alright. Just let it out. Dr. Kothari It's just - I'm - it's not fair! SCP-6314-Y I know, I know. Dr. Kothari They're taking you all away from me, and I'm never gonna see any of you again! SCP-6314-Y It's alright, Sara. We're moving on to where we're needed. Dr. Kothari But I need you, Yancy! Your family is my life. And now I have to give it all away. SCP-6314-Y Aw, that's sweet of you to say, but we're not that- Dr. Kothari Twelve years, Yancy. Twelve years. That's how much of my life I've dedicated to taking care of you all. You're my world. But now they're taking you away, and I don't even recognize the world anymore. SCP-6314-Y What do you mean? Dr. Kothari Everything's so…different. We're working with our enemies now. The Circus is out in the open, and people love it. There are Maxwellist churches on the streets. Hell, they fixed the Broken God, and everything was fine! I feel like…I know we were wrong. All this containment shit, it was never necessary. What am I supposed to do now? Everything I thought was wrong. The world feels like it's moving on without me. It's like you said, "things fall apart." SCP-6314-Y Well… Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-Y That quotation is sometimes taken out of context. Dr. Kothari Of The Second Coming? I've read that, I know- SCP-6314-Y No, not that. The context of Yeats's philosophy, the whole "gyre" thing. Dr. Kothari What about it? Everything starts at a point, then spirals outwards into ruin. "The center cannot hold." SCP-6314-Y shakes its head SCP-6314-Y No, no, that's not how it works. Well, not completely. See, look. SCP-6314-Y uses its hoof to draw a two-dimensional representation of a widening spiral, as viewed from the side. SCP-6314-Y This is a gyre. Dr. Kothari Right. SCP-6314-Y But so is this. SCP-6314-Y draws another spiral, beginning at the end of the previous one but opening in the opposite direction so the two of them overlap. Dr. Kothari Okay? SCP-6314-Y Alright, so - [SCP-6314-Y taps its hoof at the edge of the gyre.] - we're here. Right at the end of this one gyre. But we're also at the beginning of the other one. Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-Y I mean, the spinning, the widening, it goes both ways. One gyre spins out into nothing, but another takes shape within it. And this one tightens while the other widens. So it's not just an endless spiral into ruin and despair. It's more of a- Dr. Kothari A cycle. SCP-6314-Y Yeah! Or a pendulum, or something. So yeah, this might be the end of the world. But it's also the beginning of one. Dr. Kothari [sighs] I know that, Yancy. The problem is that the new world is different. I'm not sure I want to live in it. SCP-6314-Y Well, you don't exactly have a choice. Dr. Kothari places her face in her hands. Dr. Kothari [sighs] You're even less helpful than Wilhelm. SCP-6314-Y Wait, uh, that came out wrong. Just, just hold on. Dr. Kothari [peers over her hands] What? SCP-6314-Y Look, all I'm trying to say is, the world's not ending. it's just changing. Cuz that's the nature of things - to fall apart, yeah, but also to come back together. And, well, if everything else is changing, so can you. Dr. Kothari lowers her hands and sits up. Dr. Kothari Yeah? And how am I supposed to do that? Quit the Foundation? Join the Circus? Hop over to the nearest church of Maxwell and get a freakin' computer implanted in my head? I don't even know what my job is for anymore! How can I protect normalcy when there is no normal? SCP-6314-Y Ah, that's not true. There's still a normal. Just a new one…one that, if what you've said to me is true, doesn't really need protecting. Dr. Kothari appears confused. Dr. Kothari What are you saying? SCP-6314-Y What are you hearing? [SCP-6314-Y winks] Dr. Kothari's eyes widen. She glances at her EyePod. > RECORDING ENDED < At this point, SCP-6314-Y struck Dr. Kothari's EyePod with its horn, destroying it. The object claims that it did so accidentally while shaking its head to dislodge a fly. It responded to all further inquiries with various vulgar quotes of W.B. Yeats. Addendum 6314-12 The footage transcribed below was compiled from Site-66 security cameras and Researcher Carlson’s EyePod. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari exits SCP-6314-Y’s habitat at the hallway. There is no one else present in the SCP-6314 unit, except for Researcher Carlson, who was working late in his office (located opposite Dr. Kothari’s, just inside the entrance to the 6314 unit). Due to the late hour, the hallway lights are on energy-saving mode; each light flickers on as Dr. Kothari passes under it, and turns off after she passes. She proceeds quickly from -Y’s habitat to the one shared by SCP-6314-S and -V. Researcher Carlson does not seem to hear Dr. Kothari's movements; he is listening to music9 via his cranial implant and quietly singing along. After several minutes, Dr. Kothari exits the habitat. The door to the habitat closes loudly behind her, and she startles at the sound. In his office, Researcher Carlson looks up from his computer screen. His EyePod is resting on a bookshelf behind him, looking out the doorway. Researcher Carlson Sara? Is that you? Dr. Kothari does not reply. She hurries toward the exit and tries to open the door, stopping clearly in view of Researcher Carlson, but she drops her ID card. Dr. Kothari Shit! Researcher Carlson Uh, Sara? Dr. Kothari’s grabs her ID and stands back up. Dr. Kothari Y-yes? Researcher Carlson What are you doing? Dr. Kothari Uh. Uh. I was just, uh…visiting Sammy and V-Vivian before I…before they…uh… Dr. Kothari’s right sleeve moves briefly. She attempts to conceal it behind her back. Researcher Carlson Sara? Dr. Kothari swallows nervously. She is visibly shaking. Researcher Carlson begins to turn around, towards his EyePod, but stops. Researcher Carlson Are they okay? Dr. Kothari [Dr. Kothari nods quickly] Y-yes. Researcher Carlson Are you? Dr. Kothari takes a deep breath, then nods once raises her chin. Dr. Kothari Yes. Researcher Carlson [resumes facing forward] Good. I'm glad. [deep breath] So this is good…night, then? Dr. Kothari Yes. [clears throat, softly] It is. Researcher Carlson [nods] Okay. Get some rest, Sara. You've earned it. Dr. Kothari [smiling faintly] Thank you. Dr. Kothari quickly exits the 6314 wing and then the building altogether. She climbs into her personal vehicle and departs from the Site. > RECORDING ENDED < Researcher Carlson did not discover that SCP-6314-S and -V had been removed from their chambers until he arrived for work the following morning. Once he reported their absence, and that Dr. Kothari had not arrived at work, agents were dispatched to her place of residence to detain her and retrieve the instances. Dr. Kothari's apartment had been vacated the night before, with most valuables and personal effects removed, as well as Dr. Kothari's vehicle. The vehicle was later discovered in Portland, Oregon, near a known access point to Three Portlands. Due to the low value of, and little danger presented by, the missing instances and the estimated difficulty of recovery, no further efforts to retrieve them are planned at this time. Active efforts to capture Dr. Kothari have likewise been abandoned. Footnotes 1. In addition to the instances described here, 30 similar animals associated with the letters of the Cyrillic alphabet have been discovered in predominantly Russophone countries. The Russian branch of the SCP Foundation supervised containment of Cyrillic instances until the fall of the Russian Federation during the Second War of the Flesh, at which point custody was transferred to the Department of Abnormal Threats to the Security Service of Ukraine. WonderCo representatives have confirmed that there were once plans to create Alliterative Animal series for multiple languages, but only the English and Russian sets were produced before post-Veil restructuring led to the project's cancellation. As the Cyrillic instances are already in GoI custody, the remainder of this document concerns only the English series. 2. Non-sentient biomechanical organisms reverse-engineered from the remains of SCP-131, programmed to follow and record on-duty Foundation personnel in order to improve record-keeping. EyePods visually resemble smaller (15 cm in height) instances of SCP-131 but are colored standard Foundation gray, and locomote via hovering instead of wheels. By the year 2025, all Foundation personnel level 1 and above were each assigned an EyePod. 3. A miniature version of a standard-sized board, colored purple and bearing the Dr. Wondertainment logo. This board was in SCP-6314-T's possession when it was contained. 4. Presumably, the billboard in question was displaying a recruitment advertisement for the 2030 Spacex/NASA Mars colonization mission. "Get your ass to Mars" was the advertising campaign's primary slogan, typically accompanied by a drawing of a donkey wearing a space helmet. 5. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption. 6. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption. 7. produced by SCP-646 8. including unpublished works, written correspondence, notes to self, grocery lists, and other minutiae 9. "Resistance" by Queensrÿche ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6314" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6315, obscured behind Huka Falls; image taken on 01/06/2013. Item #: SCP-6315 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to search sites for SCP-6315 advertisements and suppress them. Any persons of interest tied to Jetboat Sights and Adventures (JSA) and that have obtained knowledge of SCP-6315 are to be detained and interrogated. Amnestics are then to be administered based on the severity of knowledge gained from SCP-6315. All tourist destinations that included tours of Huka Falls have been relocated under the guise of permanent maintenance. Drones and guards are to be used as surveillance to locate any trespassers entering the 430km² exclusion zone. Trespassers entering the exclusion zone are to be turned away immediately. Roads connected to the exclusion zone are to be closed and rerouted, and any tourist destinations within the exclusion zone are to be relocated. All logs pertaining to SCP-6315 and its contents are to be logged in Addendum unavailable, please try again laterAddendum 6315-B. Due to Incident-6315, future expeditions of SCP-6315 are to be conducted using Foundation equipment, including transportation and drivers. All personnel must be armed. Description: SCP-6315 is a spatial anomaly located within Huka Falls of Taupo, New Zealand, consisting of an approximately 3 metre diameter multiversal passageway that is obfuscated by the waterfall. The company responsible for the former operation of this dimensional passageway, JSA, utilized armed and custom made 'Jet Boats' to traverse SCP-6315. SCP-6315 consists of three points of interest, designated SCP-6315-1 through -3 respectively. These locations have been routinely described in witness accounts collected from the tourism website TripAdvisor. Foundation personnel are yet to enter SCP-6315 and no formal expeditions have been planned. The following are witness statements collected from said website: The waterfall was absolutely terrifying, not only was the water crashing down on the boat, but there were pieces of wood and small rocks crashing against the armored windows as well. Only thing that made it bearable was Bennet, he was so calm and even jovial during the ordeal, cracking jokes and smiling to everybody-Thersea, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "You want the ride of your life?" I certainly got the ride of my life! When the boat went through the portal and into that stupid tall cave (TARDIS, maybe? :p), that's when I knew I was going to have the most fun I had in NZ this year! Highly recommend it for all ages! Do beware, the Creature Collection can be a little scary for toddlers out there, recommend you let Bennet know, he's very understanding about it. -Micheal, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I highly recommend that you adhere to the safety warnings with this ride. You are going to experience a lot of thrashing about, especially after the Creature Collection, where that river system throws itself for a loop back into the cave. I also recommend keeping hold on tight, they do not f**k around with the thrill part of the ride. Apart from that, I would recommend this! And if the CEO himself rides with us, that just shows how good it must be! - Theodore, ⭐⭐⭐⭐ For further information regarding SCP-6315-1 to 3, refer to Addendum unavailable, please try again laterAddendum 6315-B. One article referencing SCP-6315, highlighting its ties to the entertainment industry; article archived 21/08/13. Due to the public nature of SCP-6315 and its associates, the Foundation is currently investigating JSA and its subdivisions. During the investigation, multiple articles relating to JSA were discovered. All articles referenced JSA's ties to the entertainment industry, public domains, and popular figures. Further research has revealed that JSA employs approximately 200 workers across its subsidiaries, with its biggest pool of employees being JSA's Huka Falls attraction. The Foundation has focused its efforts on investigating the validity of these articles and JSA's company stocks, history, subsidiaries, and ties to the entertainment industry. These efforts have been placed under the command of MTF Theta-14: "Stock Brokers". Addendum: On the 11/08/2014, under the guise of an interview for a media outlet, Foundation Researcher Namid Maziar contacted the CEO of JSA, Jack Bennet, for an interview regarding systemic fraud affecting multiple companies at the time. The following is a transcript of the interview. + Show Interview-6315 - Hide Interview-6315 Video Interview: Interview-6315 Interviewer: Namid Maziar (under pseudonym Sere Nifty) Interviewee: Jack Bennet <Begin Log, 11/08/2014 9:05> Video starts as Namid adjusts his microphone, standing in the interview room Namid Maziar: Can we use wireless mics for once? It's like a web of wires under here. The door opens and Bennet walks inside, dressed in a yellow pinstripe suit, with matching shoes. A watch is present on his right hand. The man notices Namid and approaches him Jack Bennet: Hey! Apologies for being late, had to move a meeting around. Namid Maziar: That’s alright, you got here when you did. Thanks for taking time out for us. Bennet sticks out his hand Jack Bennet: How about a formal introduction, then? Jack chuckles. Namid chuckles back and shakes hands Namid Maziar: Have a seat. Jack Bennet: Of course. Both men take their seats at the interview table. Namid takes out a notepad Namid Maziar: The reason for this interview was for the strings of fraud that have hit New Zealand the past couple of weeks. I don't know if you've heard, but it's not good. Jacks expression shifts to concern Jack Bennet: Fuck, really? Pardon my language, that’s not good at all. What happened? Namid Maziar: Yeah, it isn’t. We’ve had a few companies hit with it. FireWire, New Zealand Family Adventures, Marlos Fisheries, and the latest one was NZ Jetboating. Jacks demeanor shifts, leaning over the interview table, a concerned expression on his face Namid Maziar: And we wanted to ask you a few questions to help clear things up, if that’s okay with you. Jack Bennet: Y-yeah, of course, ask me anything. I’m an open book. Namid raises an eyebrow Namid Maziar: Very well. Let's get the obvious out of the way, first. Name, Date of Birth, and Occupation. Jack Bennet: That’s easy enough. Jack Bennet, born on the 1st of March, 1990, and I am the CEO of Jetboats Sights and Adventures. Namid nods Namid Maziar: And what is it you do at Jetboat Sights and Adventures, or JSA? Jack Benner: I mainly take care of matters regarding the departments below me, meeting with investors, and taking care of my main attraction, the Huka Adventure Ride, something I would call my child if I could! Jack chuckles, but then quickly recomposes himself Jack Bennet: But, yeah, I just do those things. Namid Maziar: And you usually spend your time at the office? Jack Bennet: No, not anymore. I’m usually around the Huka Adventure Ride, riding with guests, and making sure everything is going off without a hitch Namids expression changes to confusion Namid Maziar: You… ride it? Jack tilts his head to the side Jack Bennet: Yeah, if I don’t ride it for myself, then I don’t know if everything is running smoothly. And the guests love it, too! I think having the CEO ride with them makes it more personal, and it helps when things don’t go so good. Namid Maziar: You’ve had incidents there, before? Jack Bennet: No, nothing major enough for an ambulance call. We’ve had little kids cry in the Creature Collection, but I could help smooth things out. Of course, after the review was posted, I made sure to update the safety standards as well. Namid Maziar: Reviews? Jack Bennet: Yeah, I always check reviews to make sure things are alright. I saw one where they recommended toddlers shouldn’t ride it due to the animals we have, so I upped the age rules to tweenish, I think that’s around 10-11 minimum. After that, one guest wasn’t sure the safety standards were clear enough, so I sunk some money into safety guidelines, online and offline, of course. Would be disappointing if you couldn’t ride something because you didn’t know about their safety standards, 6 Flags kept doing that, and now they’re ranked one of the lowest worldwide. Namid scribbles down some notes, and then looks up at Jack Namid Maziar: That is a lot of information there. I am wondering, do you coerce your guests into leaving positive reviews? Incentives, rewards, or whatnot? Jack Bennet: Oh god, no! I would never do that to my guests. That’s guilt tripping, and that just makes things worse! Namid Maziar: How so? Jack Bennet: Think of it this way, if a positive review is the only thing you get, you don’t get criticism, and if it’s something a lot of people don’t like, then you’ve lost. You can’t keep going and improving without feedback, and that is crucial. I always tell guests whenever they say they’ll leave a review: ‘If you wanna write a review, write the good and the bad! It helps us improve this even more for all of your enjoyment!' Jack takes a deep breath Jack Bennet: I love my job, I really do. I want to make sure everyone is okay, safe, and enjoying all that I do. It’s why I’m in the entertainment industry, helping people like Spielberg, Micheal Bay, or even just being outsourced to help with blockbusters. I love to entertain people, and I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost all of that. I promise you, I’ll report anything from our company, whether that’s suspicious transactions, scams, or anything like that to the proper authorities. Namid nods Namid Maziar Wow, okay then.. Jacks expression changes to flustered Jack Bennet: Yeah, I sometimes get a bit passionate about these things. My company is like my baby, I love it to bits, and would never want to lose it. Namids expression turns solemn Namid Maziar: I can relate to that, you just want to keep everything close to you, even if something ends up breaking it. It’s like that sometimes, isn’t it? Jack Bennet: Yeah, it is. But, we can always keep moving forward, can’t we? Namid smiles Namid Maziar: Yeah, we can. Namid begins to stand from his seat, Jack follows suit. Namid approaches Jack and sticks his hand out Namid Maziar: Thank you for your time, Mr. Bennet Jack Bennet: The pleasure's mine. <End Log, 9:48> Closing Statement: On 17/08/2014, JSA made multiple public statements relating to their Jetboat attraction. These statements consisted organizing an event consisting of "Behind the Scenes" looks into their attraction, and how they are able to achieve realistic special effects. Due to the overwhelming breach of secrecy and containment that this event would create, the Foundation was approved to enact countermeasures. On 25/08/2014, the Foundation enacted a suppression campaign against Jack Bennet and JSA, effectively removing approximately 99.89% of income and tourism over the course of 8 months. UPDATE 15/05/2015: Due to Incident-6315, containment procedures have been updated accordingly. MTF Theta-14 have been cooped by MTF Alpha-28: "Hunt and Capture" in efforts to track and locate CEO Jack Bennet. + Show Incident-6315 - Hide Incident-6315 Video Log: Incident-6315 Foundation Personnel: Namid Maziar Other Persons: Jack Bennet, Julie Bennet Foreword: Namid has been placed undercover as a tourist to observe and record the current state of JSA and its tourist attraction. Due to the malfunction of Foundation equipment, audio from Foundation researchers communicating with Namid has been lost. <Begin Log, 15/05/2015 13:09> Video starts as Namid enters the boat, fastening the provided safety belts and life jackets Namid Maziar: These jackets are always too small. Why did the lady think I was an extra small? A male voice is heard out of frame. The camera pans to a man of average height. The man is wearing a yellow striped suit, with brown dress pants. A watch is observed on his right wrist Jack Bennet: Hey there, mind if I join ya? A 2 second pause was recorded Jack Bennet: Oh! Didn't mean to scare ya! I'm Jack, Jack Bennet. Jack sticks his arm out, offering to shake. Namid obliges Namid Maizar: Namid… Jack Bennet: My apologies for the intrusion and scare. I'm the CEO of the company, not many get to see me. Jack points to the frame of the camera fastened to Namids helmet Jack Bennet: But with that GoPro, guess that's flying out the window, huh? Jack chuckles, before his expression changes to solemnity Jack Bennet: But then again, not many people come here anymore. [30 seconds of extraneous data removed for brevity] Jack Bennet: Alright, we ready to go? The camera pans to a female Attendant, who is piloting the vessel. The name tag on the Attendants shirt reads 'Julie Bennet' Julie Bennet: Ready! Jack Bennet: Then let's go! The camera captures the vessel lurching forward and climbing upwards to approximately 50 knots. The vessel travels closer to the waterfall before crashing through, entering SCP-6315 and into SCP-6315-1 Namid Maziar: Holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIIII- Audio is unintelligible and distorted for 2 minutes due to screams emanating from Namid. The camera captures the vessel edging the side of SCP-6315-1, until it skims over the surface of SCP-6315 and skims down the side of the cave system. The camera shakes and lurches with tight corners and and steep drops. Multiple sources of light are seen throughout the cave system, and frame scrubbing reveals multiple pit stops constructed throughout. After 2 minutes, the vessel lurches to the left and exits the cave system, pulling to a stop in a calm ocean Jack Bennet: Yes! This is what I'm talking about! Who would want to miss out on this? That rush of adrenaline is what makes it all worth it! The camera pans to Jack, capturing the expression of joy on his face Jack Bennet: Alright, let's head to the Creature Collection! We got some wonderful stuff in there! Once Namid here can get his head straight, I think he's a little out of it. The camera pans to the side of the boat, the water shown to be a shade of purple, with unknown bio-luminescence material giving it the property of glowing Jack Bennet: Oh yeah, you wondering about the water? Purple is it's natural colour, we're still testing to see if we can swim in it. If it passes the regulations, we'll have ourselves our own exotic pool. Without the big fish, of course! Jack chuckles out of frame [4 minutes of extraneous data removed for brevity] The camera pans around the inside of SCP-6315-2, low lighting causing low visibility in the video feed. Editing in post reveals a large containment facility with an artificial river constructed within. On both sides of the river cages and enclosures for various species of animals are seen. It is noted that these species of animals were originally found in earlier iterations of the attraction, and therefore were not available to the public. After 30 seconds, the camera pans and focuses on a large, malformed mammal. A large horn protrudes from the animals snout. Fur covers all parts of the animal with the exception of the tail, which is seen to be made of bone. The fur is seen to stand on end when the vessel nears. The animal snarls. Jack Bennet: Boari rattus, the horned rat. That thing can tear anyone apart in mere seconds, and is highly aggressive to boot. Could tear apart a grown man in seconds. The camera turns to Jacks face, which has contorted into a stretched smile Jack Bennet: And I could release it right now. It would be fun to try and not get eaten, wouldn't it? After a 4 second pause, Jack begins to laugh, loud enough to distort audio for 9 seconds Jack Bennet: Okay, okay, I'm not that cruel! That's just a part of the show. We wanted to make it more thrilling, so we found some more dangerous animals, some even from the early days! You know what it's like, I bet you've seen your fair share of deadly and unexplained things. An uncomfortable, intelligible murmur is heard from Namid Jack Bennet: That's the spirit! Julie, my darling, let's speed things up! Give Namid something he'll never forget! The camera captures the vessel powering and lurching to a speed of 65 knots. The noise of the engines distort audio for 9 minutes. The sudden change from darkness to bright sunlight causes video feed to become destabilized for 8 seconds due to overexposure of the lens. SCP-6315-3 is observed to be navigated through. Stabilization of the video in post calculated the vessel and persons on board were experiencing forces of 5-7 Gs [45 seconds of extraneous data removed for brevity] The camera pans to Julie Bennet. The vessel slows down to a complete stop, near the presumed place where Bennet described a large carnivorous fish breaching the water and chasing the vessel. Namid Maizer: Wait, aren't we meant to run from something? Jack Bennet: Hm? Run from what? Namid Maizer: Wasn't there a fish? I saw them in the adverts! The camera captures surprise from Jack, before an expression of anger, then neutral appear. Jack unbuckles his safety belt and stands up. Jack Bennet: Well, we were going to have a fun trip where a giant fish chases us back to the Tulip Rocks. But, simply, we ran out of budget. And it's funny you should say that, while I like to please my guests the best I can, I'm going to make an exception just this once. Bennet leans into the camera Jack Bennet: You are no guest of mine. Namid immediately stands and Jack snatches Namids left arm, twisting and pinning it to his back. The camera is twisted away from Jack, facing the river mouth of SCP-6315-3 Jack Bennet: Don't push your luck, especially with a gun to your head. Sounds of a struggle are heard for approximately 15 seconds, the camera shaking and obscuring the view of the struggle. After 20 seconds, the camera is twisted to face Jack. Bruises can be seen on his face and wrists, the watch cracked. Jack Bennet: Ah…ahh… Jacks recomposes himself, and his expression turns to remorse. Jack bends down and stares into the camera Jack Bennet: I wish I could say sorry about all this. But, I can't, not after what you did. You know who you are. You thought I was an idiot? You thought you could destroy everything I built? Jack reaches towards the camera and removes it from the helmet. The camera is held at a 45 degree angle, aiming at Jack and Namid, who is observed to be restrained with safety belts Jack Bennet: I'm not mad about all of it. Well, I am, but I've tucked those feelings away, gotta focus on the now instead of the past. I can, however, feel other things. Remorse, guilt for what I'm doing and what I am going to do, and even the feeling of vengeance. But, I know that's not what you want from me. You'd rather have me go on and on about how I'm gonna get my revenge and how much I'm gonna kill all of you. The camera is turned and pointed to Julie Bennet Jack Bennet: Hey darling, keep an eye on Namid. And if he tries to move or escape, shoot. Julie Bennet: You got it, sweetie. Jack hands the firearm to Julie, and takes her position as pilot of the vessel. The camera is placed and affixed onto a railing. Jack is in the centre of the frame, the pilots chair obscuring the background. Jack Bennet: I'm going to be real with you. You've hurt me enough already. I've had to cut staff shifts, I slashed my salary by half to keep my company afloat. I didn't want any of this. I didn't want to wage a war against you. I didn't want to take such drastic measures against a malicious entity. A 5 second pause was recorded Jack Bennet: But, you forced my hand. After you fucked with my livelihood. You could have just stopped at the advertisements, but you didn't. Our stock prices plummeted, our audience went down from 15,000 a year to 10. We were crashing into the ground, and I was the one piloting it. You put me under so much stress, you made my life hell for over eight months. Eight fucking months of hell. Do you know what that feels like? You don't, obviously. None of you are in my shoes, nor are you ever going to be. This is just normal to you. Snuff a life here, ruin one there. Make a front company, boil the competition till they fucking explode! It's normal to you, and that's the fucked up thing! In the real world, this isn't normal. Companies just don't commit corporate espionage whenever they fucking feel like it, and it's disgusting that you decided to resort to shit like this. Jack pauses and takes a deep breath. A gunshot is heard off frame, and then footsteps. Julie Bennet: He broke free. Jack Bennet: Alright, that's okay. Just prep the body for now. Julie nods and walks out of frame Jack Bennet: Christ, I warned him. I fucking warned him. T-that's another thing about all of you. You never cease to give up. You just didn't stop at fucking me over, you decided to put an undercover fuckwit through this thing and think all would be hunky dory. And like, I know that you've sent others through here, I'm not stupid, I know what hidden cameras look like, I work in the fucking entertainment industry! You had dozens of people go through and I just smiled and waved. I've known you people for a while, it's not hard to see the same behaviours and mannerisms of people who do exciting stuff as a day job, I do it as well. But, things can go wrong. And what's gone wrong for you, is a direct result of what you did to me. I'm a compassionate and empathetic man, I was patient, I waited a full eight months to see what would happen, if you stopped. I was going to forgive you, and it would have been water under the bridge. But you didn't. The camera is grasped by Jack, and is held at arm's length. Jacks expression is cold Jack Bennet: After that, you don't deserve forgiveness. The camera is tossed into the water, video and audio distortions disrupting all incoming visual and audio data for 6 seconds. The feed cuts out. <End Log, 14:01> In the aftermath of the incident, the Foundation have focused its efforts onto the exploration of SCP-6315, the containment of creatures from SCP-6315, and the search and detention of Jack Bennet.
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close Info X By OzzyLizard Thanks to REDESERT and fabledtiefling does not match any existing user name for some crit. Image Credits: Oppy - here OppyFinalTransmission - here More by this author: >AUTHOR PAGE!!!!< Enjoy :) Link To Guide Item#:6316 Clearance Level 1: Clearance SCP-6316 (Artistic interpretation). Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6316’s remains should be left on the Martian surface for the foreseeable future, unless such as a time as it’s rebooting can be reached. Until that time, it is presumed neutralised. No recovery is required. Description: SCP-6316 is the Opportunity rover, developed by NASA. The remotely operated vehicle was installed with an experimental AI system developed at Site-19. This operation was conducted in order to assess the future of intelligent AI systems exploring extraterrestrial bodies, developed in a collaboration between Foundation researchers and lead NASA scientists. The Foundation focused on creation of the AI database (which was awakened a year prior to launch), while NASA focused on development of the physical rover. SCP-6316 was sapient and self-learning. Through its own will, it operated with a female voice and developed a curiosity with Mars. It’s sister craft, the Spirit rover was non-anomalous, though SCP-6316 formed a great emotional attachment to it. The pair were launched to Mars in July, 2003. Addendum: Archived Transmission Log Date Message Response January 25, 2004 (Sol 0) Arrived on Martian surface. No sub-system damages. Allowing remote control. Thank you, Opportunity. Feel free to roam the nearby area. We will broadcast you further instructions very soon. January 26, 2004 I have sent photos of my surroundings. I believe I am in a crater, which I think is good. Is it good? Am I doing well? Yes, Opportunity, you have done very well. The crater should provide a nice flat surface for you to move along. I think our next course of action should be to move towards the crater’s rim and then make our way to the Endurance Crater. January 26, 2004 How exciting! I look forward to this voyage! :) [None] December 15, 2004 Reached Endurance Crater. Have found a large boulder, requesting identification. How is Spirit? Is she well? Good job reaching Endurance. We believe that the boulder may be a meteorite, try to take samples to confirm our hunch. Spirit is doing just fine, she touched down soon after you and has been operating perfectly with the exception of a faulty wheel. December 16, 2004 Analysis confirms it is a meteorite. Tell Spirit I said hello and hope she gets better soon! [None] April 23, 2005 HELP, STUCK IN PATCH OF SOFT SAND, SIX WHEELS BURIED, CANT MOVE. Remain calm, Oppy, NASA is running simulations to find a way to free you. Make sure you keep your solar array active and operational. June 10, 2005 Tell Spirit I said goodbye… Opportunity, stop being dramatic, you’re almost out. [SCP-6316 was successfully freed 2 hours later] June 11, 2005 Thank you! Should I resume my travels? That’s quite alright, Oppy, I’m uh- sure Spirit would miss you if you were gone. Please begin moving towards the Victoria Crater next. Travel round it’s rim clockwise and we’ll give you further instructions. September 06, 2006 Reached Victoria Crater. May I please inspect the crater’s edge? From my knowledge, we may get some insight into this formation if we do so. Of course, Opportunity, we would like you to inspect the edges. We understand you are excited, but please wait for instructions in the future. Speak to you soon. September 24, 2007 Have fully inspected Victoria’s edge. Please let me know if you would like further images or inspection. Yes, please broadcast any additional photos or footage. I believe we should begin a study of the crater’s interior. Please enter the crater and we will tell you instructions for a detailed study. September 24, 2007 Will do! Currently charting best path for entry, received instructions. I will contact you again when I am finished. Thank you, Opportunity. August 2, 2008 [None] Hi, Opportunity. You’ve been working real hard on that study, we think we have enough info now. Please move out of Victoria Crater now, we will inform you of further instructions soon. How are you doing? Are you okay with the isolation? August 3, 2008 I will move out shortly. I am doing fine! Thinking about Spirit keeps me going! :D Good to hear. Once you are out of Victoria, begin a trek to Endeavour Crater. March 27, 2010 Have been on my way to Endeavour for a while now, thought I would check in. All systems: Functional. How is Spirit? Well done, Oppy, good to hear from you, everything’s fine back here. Spirit is fine. [Note: The Spirit Rover ceased all functions on March 22, 2010 due to being stuck in a sand trap. SCP-6316 was not informed in a hope to keep it motivated.] August 9, 2011 I have reached Endeavour Crater! It is much bigger than I imagined, I suspect you wish for me to survey the crater’s interior? I wish Spirit could see this, make sure to send her a photo. Well done! Don’t worry about entering Endeavour, there’s a geographic feature named Cape York to your South that you should navigate around. We will make sure to send Spirit your photo. May 20, 2013 Have traversed and now fully analysed Cape York, sending data now. I hope to see Spirit soon. Will I see her? Good job Opportunity. Please begin moving towards Marathon Valley. December 4, 2014 Wher e am I? Mar s. Hell0? Opportunity, you have had a minor amnesia event due to a malfunction of one of your memory banks. We’re working on fixing it now. December 14, 2014 MEMORY REBOOT: -SUCCESSFUL- Hello? Earth I think I am fixed. Hello? Hello Opportunity, are you alright? December 14, 2014 I am alright. 7th memory bank corruption. I believe we should divert memory storage away from bank 7. How bad was it? You’ve unfortunately ‘forgotten’ to send data reports for a few cycles. Engineers believe it was a hardware failure due to an age related issue. We’ve updated your software so you should ignore the 7th memory bank now. [23 transmissions omitted for brevity] May 21, 2015 Wher e is Sp1rit? Opportunity, you’re undergoing your 24th amnesia event. Stay calm. We are going to switch you to RAM only mode until we can solve the issue. May 23, 2015 I believe it worked. I feel something is different,1 but I can remember now! :) Good. Please continue your voyage. June 1, 2018 Large dust storm detected. What should I do? Feeling scared. Feeling lonely. Try to sit it out. Operate on vital power only and we can temporarily shut off your AI systems if you want. June 1, 2018 Leave my AI on please. Wind is picking up. Will be brave. I worry something bad has befallen Spirit though.. [None] June 2, 2018 Planetary-scale dust storm detected. Solar array covered with dust. I feel isolated, is this the human feeling? We can see the storm. Just stay still. Try not to move. We’ve got our best engineers and scientists working to save you. You’ll be okay. Stay calm, Oppy. June 4, 2018 Is this all there is? Sitting in a storm, waiting for it to end. Is this what I was designed for? My accomplishments soon to be outshined by the next piece of hardware and my discoveries, extraordinary now, washed away in the ever-increasing wealth of knowledge that is to come? I feel as though, an everlasting legacy is more fruitful than an everlasting existence. Opportunity, you have done something great. You have paved the way for the greater discoveries you speak about, I hope you know that. You are part of the ever-increasing wealth of knowledge you mentioned. Achieving a sense of mortality is something we never hoped you would have to suffer from. You have done well, Oppy. June 10, 2018 (Sol 5111) My battery is low, and it’s getting dark. Perhaps I will find Spirit. [835 attempted recovery commands.] SCP-6316 was officially declared neutralised on February 13, 2019. Following the Opportunity mission, the use of intelligent AI systems in extraterrestrial exploration is still under debate between Foundation and NASA researchers. NASA’s final transmission to SCP-6316 was I’ll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday. The final image broadcasted by SCP-6316. Footnotes 1. This statement has lead researchers to theorise the memory bank malfunctions may have lead to accelerated AI progression.
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Most Likely to Swim with the Fishes: Hana Thompson AstersQuill SCP-6317: Worth a Thousand Words Author: AstersQuill - Author Page Notice to Staff The following file contains minor references to self-harm and suicide and heavily involves the discussion and depiction of memory loss. Please let your supervisor or I know if you are sensitive to these topics and we will work out a replacement assignment from there. -Glass And once again the students return to the halls, eager to start another memorable year. | | Welcome "Dr. Glass"! | | Searching For File "IRISRMX.pdf"… | | File Found! Begin Loading? Are things really as you remember them? | Loading File… | Loading Complete! | | Item#: 6317 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-19 Site Director Dr. Sophia Light Research Head Dr. Simon Glass Assigned MTF N/A Assigned Site Site-19 Site Director Dr. Sophia Light Research Head Dr. Simon Glass Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6317 is to be contained within a standard anomalous humanoid dormitory and provided with amenities at the approval of Dr. Glass. Additionally, SCP-6317 is to meet weekly with site psychologists to screen for long term exposure to cognitohazardous matierals. SCP-6317-1 is to be contained within a standard anomalous item containment locker. At the request of SCP-6317, testing with SCP-6317-1 is currently prohibited. Instead, SCP-6317 has provided Foundation staff with a collection of materials for review. Foundation staff are to observe caution while reviewing materials, and are to affirm that they are currently living their best life. Description: SCP-6317-1 SCP-6317 is the designation given to Hana “Iris” Thompson, an Asian-American female of average build and height. Prior to containment, SCP-6317 was a member of the senior class of Bear Ridge High School and President of the Newspaper club. This is where she is believed to have first encountered SCP-6317-1. SCP-6317-1 is a Polaroid 1000 Land Camera with “Property of KLHS” carved into its side. The school acquired SCP-6317-1 for the club from an alumnus, with the hopes of providing a more authentic feel to the school paper. SCP-6317-1 has no innate anomalous properties aside from a seemingly infinite amount of film and battery life. SCP-6317's anomalous properties manifest when interacting with the photos produced by SCP-6317-1. By physically manipulating the photos (cutting, scratching, pasting, etc.), SCP-6317 can alter the memories of the events taking place in the photo. Through addition or removals of certain aspects of the photo, subjects receive conflicting memories, causing them to be unable to recall events captured in the photo. SCP-6317 herself is not immune to this affect, and efforts to remediate her gaps in memory are currently ongoing. Addendum - 01 Discovery SCP-6317’s anomalous properties were discovered following a tip from Researcher Blaire’s son, Anthony; a senior at Bear Ridge and someone SCP-6317 was noted to be romantically pursuing. After reading the Homecoming edition of the school paper, Researcher Blaire noted that his son was having difficulty recalling the events and aftermath of the game. Anthony showed Blaire a photo in the newspaper he was in with his friends. Upon seeing the paper, Researcher Blaire found that one of the kid’s faces was scratched out, with SCP-6317 awkwardly edited into the photo. Furthermore, Anthony insisted that both SCP-6317 and his friend were present.1 Researcher Blaire instructed his son to get some rest and began a formal examination of the newspaper. Through inspection, the newspaper was noted to have slightly elevated cognitohazard levels consistent with anomalous interference. Researcher Blaire sent the paper to Site-19, and was tasked to passively monitor the situation for continued anomalous effects. Addendum - 02 Recovered Documentation The following interview was conducted by SCP-6317 prior to the publication of the Homecoming edition of the school newspaper. This is also the first noted instance of SCP-6317 feeling the effects of her anomalous properties. «Homecoming Newspaper Interview» Interviewer: Hana Thompson Interviewee: Principal Ryan Kruek «Begin Log» Hana: (Mumbling) Alright, that should be everything set up. <She claps.> Alright! Thank you for taking the time to sit for an interview, Principal Kruek. Kruek: Always, Hana. You know how much I love to interact with my students. Now, <he leans back in his chair> How about that game, huh? Hana: I heard we did quite well! A fine job as always, Coach. Kruek: Heard? You weren't there? Hana: I-uh. <She pauses.> Kruek: You alright, kiddo? Hana: Yeah, sorry. Brain freeze, you know? <She produces a photograph from her bag. The photo shows a group of football players with Hana awkwardly cropped in.> I was with Anthony and his friends. I think we got appetizers afterwards too. Kruek: I was going to say. It would be unlike you to miss such an important event. Especially, the last Homecoming you’ll ever see. <He picks up the football sitting on the edge of his desk.> Kruek: But hey, it wouldn't be the first time someone slacked senior year. Hell, Just Some Guy won us the game and then comes to school saying he wasn’t there; like anyone could forget Homecoming! He’ll be running laps until finals with that attitude. Hana: Wait, sorry who are you talking about? Kruek: Just Some Guy. Don't you remember him? He's my starting wide receiver. Aren’t you supposed to be the sports reporter? Hana: Rhea took that position so I could take a more direct role in editing. Kruek: Ah that's right! She interviewed me after the game. A lot of promise in that one, and only a sophomore. Hana: Yes, she's quite the prodigy. Anyways, what's your plan for- Kruek: You know, she actually won that writing award thing again. You won that a couple of years ago, right? Hana: Yes. I won it when I was a sophomore. Kruek: Looks like we'll have no problems finding a new president when you graduate. You should be very proud of what you've been able to accomplish, and I know you'll train Rhea well. Hana: Oh…Thanks. Kruek: You seem a little down, Hana. Something on your mind? Hana: Just thinking about the end of the year is all. Kruek: Ah, I remember that feeling. Hana: You do? <The faint sound of static can be heard.> Kruek: Truth is, high school's just a phase, Hana. Life only gets better after you graduate. When I was in your shoes, I felt the same way. All the Homecoming games and marching band tunes fade away after a while. Eventually you just have to face the music. Hana: I’m not sure I’m ready to leave yet. There’s still so much I need to do before June. Kruek: Well, you better step to it, kid. This is the last chance you’ll have to see all of your friends before they move on and you become a memory. Hana: Huh? Kruek: You remember all those nights you spent awake staring at your ceiling wondering if you were doing enough? It’ll never be enough. No matter if you had a year or the rest of your life. Your regrets will only come to you in once fond memories of faces you barely remember. <Hana holds her hands to the side of her head. The sound of static is overwhelming.> Kruek: You won't be remembered here, Hana. No matter how much you try. <Silence> Kruek: Hana? Hana? Bueller? Bueller? Hana: Wha? Huh? Kruek: That was the bell. I think it’s time you return to class now. Thank you for the interview, Hana. «End Log» A copy of the Homecoming edition of the newspaper has been attached below following extensive review. According to SCP-6317, the Homecoming paper is one of the most read of the year, with a reprint needed to fulfill the demands of the community. Exposure to the newspaper was followed by a noted withdrawal of an unknown student from the Bear Ridge database, as well as other minor anomalous phenomena. THE BEAR RIDGE GAZETTE Go Bearcats! BUCHANAN, MICHIGAN OCTOBER 10TH, 2015 FREE FOR STUDENTS A Victory on the Field By: Hana Thompson Following another exciting game, the Boys Varsity Football team won a decisive victory against Troy with a final score of 36-30. According to Coach Kruek, the team played one of their best games yet, with both the new additions and old members of the team bringing their A-game. Coach wanted to highlight two students, Anthony Blaire and Just Some Guy for their last second play to secure the win. Photo Editing…Offline? By: Hana Thompson With the revival of the physical photo medium, I gathered some tips as the President of the Newspaper club for how I edit my photos. Now, there are a lot of techniques you can use. All you need is a precision knife, the photo you want to edit, and some rubber cement. Simply cut out the imperfections and voilà! Your perfect photo, a memory just as you wanted it. Don’t worry about if a memory is still yours after you edit it! All you need is some practice, patience, and the ignorance to free yourself of the guilt of depriving someone of recollection, and you'll be a master in no time! Interview with Coach Kruek By: Prodigy Rhea Adams After another hard-fought victory, I had the pleasure to interview Coach Kruek. Hot off the heels of being drenched by a container of orange Gatorade, Coach had a lot to say about the team's performance. Can you tell me about how you felt during the game? Did you have any worries that you could lose this game? Remember these questions, Hana? You wrote the guidebook after all. All those years ago. They may have had us on the ropes in the first half, but I had no doubt that my boys would pull through. A lot of these boys won't be returning to the field next year. Do you worry about the future of the team? We have enough young talent here to carry this team for years. Besides, the upperclassmen have already had their fun. It's time for these new guys to take their place in the sun. What better way to remember your last season than a Homecoming win, huh? You have always been replaceable, Hana. You were a fool for not believing that sooner. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Coach. Do you have any encouraging words for our seniors? Of course! Be sure to have fun this year! These are the best years of your life, after all. Go Bearcats! Notable anomalous activity seemed to decline in the months of November and December in preparation for midterm exams. According to SCP-6317, this period was one of the most difficult in her high school career, and she reported spending the majority of her break at home. After returning from winter break, SCP-6317 met with her academic counselor to discuss her class rank and plans for the remainder of the year. «Academic Counseling; January» Interviewer: Hana Thompson Interviewee: Ms. Abernathy «Begin Log» Abernathy: Are you sure you need this recorded, Hana? I can just email the information to you. Hana: I just want to make sure I'm not missing anything is all. This thing has been a life saver for keeping me on track. Abernathy: Oh? Are you having a hard time keeping on top of everything? Hana: Not quite? I don’t know. With the newspaper starting back up, I've noticed I keep forgetting certain things. Abernathy: Stress does affect memory. You should be careful. <Static can be heard from the recording.> You don’t want to forget us. Hana: Uhhh… <She swallows hard.> So about that transcript review! How did I do? Abernathy: The appointments are 30 minutes each, Hana. We have time to discuss that later. I have to say some people are really wor- Hana: I have some stuff to do for the newspaper, so I'd prefer if we could get this done. Please. Abernathy: Alright…<She passes a piece of paper to Hana.> You should be proud of yourself; I know how hard you've been working these past few years. Name: Hana Thompson Rank: 30/464 GPA: 3.85 Current Classes: Honors Literature, Honors Government and Politics, Honors Calculus, Photography, Advanced Art Portfolio, Honors French; Extracurriculars: Newspaper Club (Overly Devoted President), National Honor Society, Habitat for Humanity, Forgetting her Friends and Family, Field Hockey Manager, Art Honor Society, American Red Cross Club, Wondering Where it All Fell Apart; Hana: You know, I always dreamed of giving a speech at graduation. As someone who is the most involved in the class, I- <Her expression turns to shock.> I ranked 30th!? Abernathy: Better luck next time, Hana. Hana: I'm sorry? Abernathy: I was saying that out of over 400 students I think you should be excited! 30th is nothing to scoff at. Hana: But-but I thought I was doing so well. What happened? Abernathy Hana, dear. Your friends and teachers have expressed a lot of worry to me about you. Rhea said she found you nearly passed out in the darkroom the other day. Hana: I was just resting my eyes. Besides, don’t most people fall asleep at school? Abernathy: Not surrounded by paper scraps and rubber cement they don’t. When was the last time you saw your friends? Hana: It had to have been during break. I think I went skiing with My First Crush and Forgotten Friend. I also went to Anthony's track championship. A really nice person took a photo of us outside of the stadium and then he took me out to eat at a really nice Italian restaurant. Abernathy: And are you sure that's how things went? Hana: What? Abernathy: Hana, from what Anthony has told me, he sees you as a really good friend. He turned you down at Homecoming. Don’t you remember? He's with Someone Better Than You now. He told me that you stopped answering his texts so he broke things off. Your best friend Your Other Halftold me that they’re going to the prom together. Even your parents called me to say that you never left the house during break. Hana: That's…Impossible. I took all those photos. Abernathy: The camera sign-out sheet says that Rhea was the last person to take the camera out before break. She said she was doing a piece on how seniors are spending their last winter break before college. Hana: No! That's not how it happened. You have to believe me. Abernathy: Your friends miss you, Hana. You used to do everything together and now you're throwing it all away for what? Hana: I feel like I'm going to be sick. Abernathy: We know what you’ve done, Hana. We live in every scar and glue patch on your hands. Maybe when you look back, you’ll remember us in those. <The sound of static is overwhelming.> Abernathy: All their faces, Hana, do they mean anything to you anymore? When you see them in the hallway do you see where their eyes are? Their mouths? They speak to you, Hana, but you no longer answer. <The sound of retching can be heard, following shortly by the sound of vomiting and a heavy thud.> «End Log» SCP-6317 was rushed home and remained on bed rest for two days. When she arrived back at school she noticed that a new version of the newspaper was published. School reports indicate that the paper had to be reprinted three separate times in order to keep up with the demand from students. THE BEAR RIDGE GAZETTE Go Bearcats! BUCHANAN, MICHIGAN JANUARY 12TH, 2016 You'll never be FREE Ranking Royalty By: Principal Kruek Congratulations to our seniors on reaching the midpoint of their last year at Bear Ridge. I especially wanted to congratulate three students who have given their all these past 3.5 years. The students at the top of the Bear Ridge Class of 2016 are: Not Hana Thompson Not Hana Thompson Not Hana Thompson If you see these students in the hallway, be sure to give them a round of applause. I look forward to their memorable speeches in June that will be the subject of scrutiny or praise for many family dinners to come! A Winter To Remember By: Prodigy Rhea Adams I spent this winter interviewing and meeting with members of the senior class while Hana Thompson was home moping about me replacing her. Of the students I interviewed, a majority of them took the winter break to make memories with friends, bring home awards for Bear Ridge, or cried into their pillows about the prospect of leaving all they've ever known. Overwhelmingly though, students expressed excitement for the remainder of the year, commenting specifically on the exciting events planned by the student government. For some of you, this will be your last chance to make memories here, and it would be heartbreaking for you to forget us here at Bear Ridge. Good luck with the rest of your year seniors! Wish you were here! Boogie Back to the 70s! By: Those Once in Your Shoes The Bear Ridge Student Government, paired with generous contributions from community sponsors, are excited to announce the theme for this year’s prom: the 1970s! Although we may have not have been alive during that decade, the student council has come to the conclusion that those were the best years of our lives. What better way to pay tribute to such an important part of our development than by spending a night remembering what we once had? Ticket prices are starting at $120. For more information, join us at our next meeting in the band room Friday. Self-Care for Stressed Teens By: Hana Thompson As the year comes to an end, more and more is being added to our plates. College applications, last minute tests, the overwhelming feeling that you gave all of yourself to something that won't remember you when you leave. All of these feelings are too much for anyone to handle without support. As such, I have gathered some fun activities that can be used to decrease stress. Meditation - A good way to relax in a pinch. All you need is some calm music, a place to sit, and a way to remember what exactly it is you're looking for in doing this. Scrapbooking - As editor of the newspaper, I spend a lot of time working with photos. Scrapbooking is a fun way to curate all your memories from the past few years exactly how you want to remember them. With some glue and scissors, as well as a cute scrapbook, you too can lie and say you had a good time in high school. Spending Ceaseless Nights Crying into a Pillow - Nothing gets rid of stress better than releasing all of that energy into your pillow every night. Friends not inviting you out anymore? Break ups? Poor ranking? Doctor says it's best to head straight for the pillow. Bonus points if you can manage to keep yourself from crying until your classmates can't see you! Addendum - 03 Prom Night The height of SCP-6317's anomalous properties manifested on June 19th, 2016, the night of Bear Ridge High School's prom. SCP-6317 reported that she has no memories of the night in question, nor does she have any recollection of how she ended up in the Foundation's care. Researcher Blaire was notified by Anthony of the night's events. Due to SCP-6317's feelings towards him, Anthony suffered only minor symptoms from SCP-6317's cognitohazardous materials. A copy of the phone call between Anthony and Researcher Blaire can be seen below. «Begin Log» Anthony: (Frantically) Dad! Fuck, dad pick up please. Blaire: What's wrong, Anthony? Did I mix-up the time to pick you up? Anthony: No. I think Hana finally went off the deep end, dad. Blaire: What? Anthony: She's wearing the sash and tiara, dad, and she stole my fucking jacket! Blaire: Is no one else in your class doing anything? What about the chaperones? Anthony: Everyone seems to be fine with it. I- <He pauses.> I don't remember who won, but from what I heard no one was planning on voting for her. Especially not after her breakdown after winter break. <Voices can be heard from the other side of the phone.> Blaire: Anthony? Who are those voices? Hello? Anthony: I-I was given a copy of the newspaper. Blaire: Whatever you do don't look at it, alright? Do you hear me? Anthony: Dad I- <Static can be heard from the other line.> Blaire: Anthony? Anthony: (Calmly) This night, all these months leading up to it. We have been given the gift of a night we'll never forget. Blaire: Hey! Stay with me kid. Barricade yourself in a bathroom if you can. I'm on my way. Anthony: I can't wait to tell you about tonight, dad. I'll see you later. Blaire: Wai- «End Log» Upon investigating the school, a stack of over 1000 newspapers were found outside SCP-6317’s locker. Due to the high amount of cognitohazardous material in the paper, paired with the number of papers, Foundation personnel incinerated all known copies. During SCP-6317’s intake, however, a crumpled copy was found among her personal effects. A non-anomalous version has been attached for viewing. THE HANA THOMPSON GAZETTE Why Don't You Remember Us? The School Gymnasium Prom Night The Best Night of Your Life God Save the Queen By: Hana Thompson The lovely, popular, and Class of 2016 star, Hana Thompson was able to win the prom queen vote in a landslide. I mean, we would be fools to not vote for such a wonderful person as queen. It's not like she spent the entire year running a fraud. No no no. This was her year after all, a chance for her to shine and sparkle; to make memories at the expense of everyone else. Sure, she may have taken our memories, identities, and senior year from us, but can you really blame her? She deserved to be at those football games and charity events while we got the enriching experience of sitting as neat paper cut outs on the darkroom floor. Oh, but let's not forget those superlatives. Surely, no one could best our golden girl? Most Likely to Succeed: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Become President: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Forget Herself: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Alienate Her Friends and Family so She Can Have Her Best Year: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Swim with the Fishes: Hana Thompson A clean sweep! Although there were many more deserving of those awards, this story isn't about them anymore. Hana would never let anyone dare to forget the impact she had on this school. Trendy Looks of the Year By: Hana Thompson This year's prom season has truly brought out the fashionistas in the Bear Ridge Class of 2016. First and foremost, the beautiful Hana Thompson sporting a vintage floral print with one of Bear Ridge's own letterman jackets belonging to her unrequited boyfriend Anthony. Scandalous! Next, we have The Forgotten sporting a very lovely outfit consisting of: How many years did we wait for this night? How many hearts were broken? Dollars spent? All for some of us to be remembered as royalty. I can't wait to see that outfit out on the dance floor. And for the people wearing hand-me-downs or rent-a-gowns, you'll have to step aside for the more fortunate. Besides, when you return that gown or suit later tonight, only memories will fill that hole in your closet where your outfit should be. And we all know how reliable those are. A night to remember! Can’t Forget the Speech! By: Hana Thompson And how could we forget our very own prom queen's speech? Here, let's see what she said: <A group of over 400 misshapen and blurred heads face the stage. Hana can be seen sweating, shaking, as she grabs the microphone.> Hana: I uh. I did it guys! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to, no. This isn't right. <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: This isn't how tonight was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be perfect; beautiful dress, great music, someone standing up here next to me. <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: But no, I had to play God and ruin everything! Me! I sacrificed everything for this school in the past year, and this is the thanks I give myself in return. <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: Please just fucking say something! <Silence.> Hana: Fuck! <She lets out a scream and begins to sob.> Hana: I-I can't even remember your faces anymore. <She walks off the stage an approaches the nearest student.> Hana: Y-your name was John, right? James? Didn't we have the lead roles in the play this year? <She approaches another student.> Hana: Amanda? That's you right? We passed notes during the basketball finals. You told me you loved me. <The student stares at her. She drops to her knees and grips the hem of the student's dress.> Hana: I r-remembered when someone loved me. <She begins to sob harder.> I remember how he held me at Homecoming, how I kissed her behind the bleachers during halftime, the flowers they used to give me during- <She pauses and looks at her hands.> Hana: Who was it that I loved? <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: For them, I have to make this right. <She storms out of the gymnasium, the door slamming behind her.> I don't think I could have said it better myself! Let's see where our Queen ran off to. Hana Thompson Takes a Swim By: Hana Thompson And at the end of her story, the prom queen sets down her crown and shoes and stands before the edge of oblivion. She's been in this position before, she thinks; looking down from the high-dive, ready to deliver victory to the school she so dearly loved. Her shoulders feel like heavy anchors, and as she blinks away her blurry vision, she can almost see people waiting for her in the water. Friends, family, people she's not sure she's never even interacted with before. She smiles. At least here she'll be among people she remembers. With a slip, she falls… Tumbling forever downward. Foundation elements embedded in local law enforcement and ambulatory services secured the scene and provided Class-A amnestics to Anthony as an attempt to prevent further harm. SCP-6317 was discovered in the school's pool. She was resuscitated and brought to Site-19 for further medical treatment. Bear Ridge High was reclassified as condemned, and community misinformation campaigns are currently in place to cover-up the fate of the Class of 2016. We'll see you in your dreams, Hana. | | Close File? | | And once again those young minds march on. The sweet memories of music beckon them to the past, as time sends them unlovingly to the future. File Successfully Closed! | | Footnotes 1. Text messages reviewed by Researcher Blaire following this event revealed that SCP-6317 was unable to attend due to a conflict with the school’s cross country team. / Echoes of a Forgotten Shutter Scars of Kodachrome ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6317" by AstersQuill, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6317. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the infestation of SCP-6318, Site-106 has been evacuated, with its personnel stationed at other facilities in southern Florida. Personnel entering Site-106 are to wear anti-fungal biohazard protection and be accompanied by at least one Foundation psychometrist. All solid matter within Site-106 is to be assumed to be a part of SCP-6318 until otherwise proven by psychometric reading or physical sampling. At no point should destruction testing on SCP-6318 material take place within Site-106; in the past, this has led to structural instability as SCP-6318 reacts to the destruction of a portion of itself. Efforts to neutralize SCP-6318 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6318 refers to Foundation Site-106 in Miami, Florida; more accurately it refers to a massive, anomalous fungal organism that has infested and near-perfectly mimicked all infrastructure, appliances and architecture in Site-106's main building, its containment warehouses, and the shipping areas for the Anomalous Item Request program. This transfiguration occurred some time between 2000 and 2022. SCP-6318 is capable of altering its physical composition to mimic relatively complex items, such as LCD televisions and computer monitors, touch screens, and the RFID readers that grant admittance into Site-106. More frequently, SCP-6318 mimics infrastructure and furniture such as plumbing, electrical wiring, light fixtures, desks, chairs, and dinnerware such as coffee mugs. Items mimicked by SCP-6318 maintain the same physical properties when intact, with the anomalous properties only being revealed if they are damaged. SCP-6318 is a parasitic lucrevore.1 Most lucrevores avoid the consumption of anomalous objects; by contrast, SCP-6318 appears to specifically seek out and feed on anomalous items located in the Procurement and Liquidation warehouses near Site-106. It disguises the consumption of these items by creating a non-anomalous duplicate using its biomass, similar to the process that it has used to consume and replace Site-106. It is currently believed that SCP-6318 does not consume living organic tissue (e.g. Foundation personnel). However, until such a time that SCP-6318 can be communicated with and/or neutralized, Site-106 is considered lost. Due to logistical issues relating to the containment of and access to anomalous items, Procurement & Liquidation is currently operating at satellite facilities in Southern Florida, at a severely reduced capacity. Discovery: SCP-6318 was discovered following a series of complaints made to the Anomalous Item Request program that non-anomalous items had been delivered to their intended recipients; particularly, several items created by William 'Billy' Stokes, an anartist from Findlay, Ohio, were reported to have lost anomalous properties prior to receipt. Agent Daniel Navarro2 investigated one of these objects, and his findings alarmed the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. Agent Navarro is standing in a laboratory alongside Agent Digby Du Bois within Site-106. On the table before them is a piece by Billy Stokes, a crude clay object resembling a duck. Agent Navarro: Right, this is AO-923844, 'Quackers', I think it was called? What does it do? Agent Du Bois: Made you waterproof when you held it. Agent Navarro: Doesn't sound very useful. Agent Du Bois: No, I mean it. Waterproof. Water just bounced off your whole body. You could be immersed in it and not get wet. Wouldn't float, either. We tried to loan it out to a task force that specialized in aquatic operations, see if we could find a use for it, but when it didn't work… Agent Navarro: Ah, Phi-19 get miffed easy. But let's look at it. You do your psychometry, I'll do my analysis. Agent Du Bois puts his hands on the object and frowns, shutting his eyes and attempting to concentrate. After two minutes, he pulls away. Agent Du Bois: That's weird. Agent Navarro: What is? Agent Du Bois: I'm… not really getting anything. Kind of a… neutral feeling. Agent Navarro: Okay, so… what does that mean? Agent Du Bois: One of two things: either the thing's alive, or it doesn't have any history I can latch on to for psych purposes. Agent Navarro: That is weird. Hold on. Agent Navarro places the sculpture on a sheet of paper and draws a thaumic sigil around it. Agent Navarro: Now, this is going to disassemble it, but I can reassemble it easily enough. Literally just a split down the middle. I can fix it without damaging the anomalous properties. Navarro activates the rite. Sparks fly as it fizzles. Agent Navarro: What the… what? That should have… what? Agent Du Bois: What went wrong? Agent Navarro: This is… the ritual is meant to bisect clay items. Pottery, sculptures, that kind of thing. But it does so in such a way that it can be put back together. What… Agent Du Bois: Maybe… it's not clay? Agent Navarro: You people have done tests! What else would it be? Agent Du Bois walks around the laboratory, running his hand across several items. Eventually, he stops at an empty cart meant for transportation of lab supplies. He raises an eyebrow. Agent Du Bois: I'll be right back. Agent Du Bois exits the room. He re-enters approximately six minutes later, carrying a fire axe. Agent Navarro: …do I want to know? Agent Du Bois: There are only two things in this room that give me the neutral sensation—the sculpture, and this cart. Don't want to smash that, so… Agent Navarro: Yeah, no, you're not doing that. Agent Du Bois: What? Why? Agent Navarro goes over to a laboratory supply cabinet and retrieves gloves, safety glasses, and aprons. Agent Navarro: This isn't Jackass, agent. There are safety protocols. The agents put on the safety equipment. Following this, Agent Du Bois lifts the fire axe, and swings it down. The cart, which should be made from stainless steel, visibly gouges; a viscous, yellow liquid pours from the wound. Agent Navarro: What the hell? Agent Du Bois removes the fire axe with some difficulty. He inspects the wound. Agent Du Bois: Is… is that… Agent Navarro: Organic. Not animal matter. Maybe fungal? Agent Navarro reaches out to take a sample. As his glove makes contact with the wound, the cart recoils and falls to the ground. The whole of Site-106 shakes, with lights flickering and equipment falling off of shelves. An evacuation alarm sounds; Du Bois and Navarro proceed to Site-106's exits. A full survey of Site-106 was done following this event; based on samples taken, approximately 92% of the total mass of the Site was organic. Inspection of other Site-106 facilities revealed the same, necessitating the removal of all non-compromised equipment and anomalous objects. Foundation researchers are currently studying methods to neutralize SCP-6318 without destroying Site-106. Addendum: Contact with PoI-6117-01: Two weeks following the evacuation, former Site-106 Director Jean Skeates was contacted by a civilian through means of communication normally only available through the Foundation. This civilian, who had previously been involved during the containment of SCP-6117 requested that Skeates meet him in a location of her choice. Skeates chose an eatery in Little Havana, Miami; the meeting took place in February of 2021. Approximately one block away from the meeting place, Skeates activates her body camera. As she enters the cafe, a staff member greets her by name; almost immediately following this the video feed cuts, leaving only audio recording. Skeates: I was wondering if you'd do that trick again. You don't change much in a decade, do you, Wally? PoI-6117-01: Miss Skeates, I'm Wally to my friends. To you, I'm Walter St. John. Skeates: If a friend of mine is to be believed, there's no 'John' in your surname, and you're no 'Saint' either. What are you, really? PoI-6117-01: Tough to say. I was born lookin' exactly as I do today on August 13th, 1981. Right in front of all the video cameras that were recordin' Reagan signing a bill. Skeates: Okay, no. We would have seen that, and suppressed it. PoI-6117-01: Coupla things: firstly, even back then, live television was broadcast on a delay in case someone had a wardrobe malfunction or tried to shoot the president again. They cut the feed and Reagan ran me off-screen, you barely noticed. PoI-6117-01: Secondly: you know how they say that Jeff Bezos is the richest man in the world? Skeates: Yes? PoI-6117-01: He ain't. He's the richest private citizen. There are royal families and dictators all over the world that think he's pocket change. Skeates: Fascinating lesson in basic economics, Wally. Now, can we— PoI-6117-01: In much the same way, Jeannie, the Foundation is the most powerful anomalous private organization. Get my drift now? You ain't the only game in town; hell, you're not even the biggest player. Now sit down. Silence on the recording. Skeates is heard pulling out a chair and sitting down. PoI-6117-01: Now. Ask your questions, I know you like doing that. Skeates: Is this why you wanted to buy Site-106 from us? To prevent it from turning into a fungus? PoI-6117-01: Honestly, main thing we wanted was the contract. The Site was a gamble; you'd picked up the pathogen a while back, but we weren't sure if it would infect you. Skeates: When did we catch it? PoI-6117-01: Let me think… when's the first time you brought in something from the PZGA? Skeates: The what? PoI-6117-01: The Polski Związek Grzybiarstwa Anomalnego. Skeates: The… wait, the mushroom wizards from Poland? You can't be serious, they're harmless. We bought a credenza made by them from a yard sale in Warsaw back in 2006, but… it's not even the right genus. It's made out of goddamn live penicillin cultures! PoI-6117-01: Harmless? Maybe. But communists— and former communists— can be careless, y'know? Skeates: What would you have done, if you'd gotten it? The Site, I mean. PoI-6117-01: We'd have allowed you to relocate, of course. We ain't monsters, despite what the BLMGTBQ crowd thinks. Skeates: Now you're trying to offend me. PoI-6117-01: Bein' politically correct only pays the bills in June, hon. Now, I can help you with this infestation, but on one condition. Skeates: What? PoI-6117-01: We got this little scheme cookin' up. We're minting exactly 397 non-fungible tokens, and we want each member of your Site to buy one. Skeates: …I'm sorry, I must have had a break from reality just now. Did you just say you want everyone at my Site to buy cryptocurrency? PoI-6117-01: And we'll drive the fungus out. Skeates laughs for several minutes. Skeates: Oh, you are the living end, Wally. PoI-6117-01: They'll appreciate, I can guarantee it. We run off of Etherium— Skeates: I need to order a drink to calm myself, because this is hilarious. Miguel, can I get a mojito over here? A voice is distantly heard confirming her order. PoI-6117-01: You seem friendly with the locals. Skeates: Been meeting a friend here for dinner every week for… almost thirteen years, now. We wouldn't even have met if not for you. Silence is heard on the recording. Skeates: In fact, we were supposed to meet for dinner tonight, right after she gets off her shift. Which should be… oh, hello Florence! 'Florence': One mojito for you, Jeanie, and let me just take care of this capitalist— PoI-6117-01: Son of a bitch! A struggle is heard for several seconds, followed by a short yelp. Video feed is shortly restored as a woman with vitiligo, grinning with pointed teeth, snaps a small pendant in half and places it on the table, alongside a Blackberry phone. She looks directly at Skeates with blue-green eyes. 'Florence': Fuck that felt good. Now, uh… you ain't gonna torture him, are ya? Skeates: Atypical Persuasion hasn't been welcome in Miami since '92. We just needed him thrown in a cell, and we needed you to get his phone. 'Florence': Why? Skeates picks up the phone; the screen is locked, with an error message reading: PERMANENT DEADLOCK ENGAGED. ACCESS DENIED. Skeates: Can't lock texts you've already sent, asshole. With cooperation from the Telecommunications Monitoring Office, Procurement & Liquidation personnel were able to isolate several text messages PoI-6117-01 had sent from 2009 to 2022; while the recipients are encrypted with paratechnological systems that the Foundation lacks access to, the contexts of a pair of text exchanges seemed relevant to the current situation: [NUMBER BLOCKED] 09/28/2008 Holy crap, they're stupid Hey, Walt, you hear? what the hell is it? The Foundation bought the freakin' bankl bankl* bank** Wait, the Bank? Like, the BSS? No, Lehman Bros. Of COURSE the BSS, Jesus. do you want your site to crater when it goes public i can make that happen if you don't get your ivy-league ass off the capslock key Yes sir But I just got off a conference call. Jeff and I were laughing our asses off Don wanted to actually buy it. Got all pissy. We had to explain to him why buying it was a bad idea! boy was dropped on his head i swear to god how long until they realize it's a white elephant? Apparently the contract is already causing problems Director sprained her ankle getting out of her taxi i'll be damned. thought they were smarter than that i give it until june for them to find the damn contract. the infestation… I don't think they'll ever notice. 'Cold' not cruel? More like 'cold, not competent' what was that. did you just try to send me a meme? son, you know my phone has memetic filters. i can't even listen to music on this damn thing Just trying to test out a new function on my phone. You need an upgrade, my guy. Maybe I could get into the phone business? [NUMBER BLOCKED] 01/22/2022 yo yoo yo rich dude txt me back got some info for ya you alive? What the fuck? Who are you? How did you get this number? fuckin harsh. im the guy you have parked outside that hotel in miami like a million people came running out two hours ago now there are hazmat trux everywhere. they're hasslin me to move my car look this is good info can i get my pay Oh, you're her. Other sources confirm. Bitcoin will be in your wallet by the end of the hour. YEET hey am i gonna die The bank won't have spread beyond the building. You'll be fine. bank? dude its a hotel You're not paid enough to know what I mean. Ask questions and I'm not paying. k sry dude The building which formerly housed the BSS's corporate headquarters on the topmost floor. From these, a hypothesis was formed that SCP-6318 had actually infested Site-106 following the Foundation's acquisition of the Bank of the Sunshine State; similar to SCP-6117, its anomalous properties were transferred to the Foundation upon purchase. However, investigation of other businesses and properties linked to the Bank — including the offices of Esoteric Ritual Services, LLC — failed to reveal any anomalous properties resembling SCP-6318. Eventually, Agent James Skeates and Director Jean Skeates dispatched themselves to the building which once housed the Bank of the Sunshine State's headquarters, in downtown Miami. James Skeates activates his body camera in the lobby of the office building, facing the directory by the elevators. His mother, Director Jean Skeates, is accompanying him. Agent Skeates: I don't need your help, mom. Jean Skeates: This thing tried to get you twice. If there's an ounce of it left, I'm not gonna let it try a third time. Agent Skeates: Okay. What's in its office now? Silence as Agent Skeates reads the directory. Agent Skeates: Sunny Channel Programming— wait, that's us! What the hell? Jean Skeates: Oh for— I hate this organization's bureaucracy. Agent Skeates: Goddamn O5s. The Skeates enter the elevator and proceed to the appropriate level. They exit into the offices of Sunny Channel Programming, a start-up public broadcasting service; in reality, the offices served as a front company for a complex, multi-month mission being carried out by the Specialized Anomaly Recovery, Covert Operations Group. Skeates approaches the receptionist, an Agent Bethany Hannah, who is attending to the phones. Hannah: Sunny Channel, please hold. Sunny Channel, can you hold please. Sunny Channel, hold please. Hanna notices the Skeates. Hannah: Oh, hello, I'm afraid we're not taking any visit— Jean Skeates: Director Jean Skeates, Site-106, Authorization Number 00-106-03223. Hannah: …I'm sorry? Jean Skeates: They're valid. Check them. Agent Hannah types in the credentials into her computer with one hand. Her other picks up a .357 revolver beneath the desk and aims it at James Skeates's legs. The gun is put away after the credentials are verified. Agent Hannah: Son of a bitch. You do realize you could blow our whole operation here? Jean Skeates: We'll make it quick. Agent Hannah: Hold on. Agent Hannah connects her phone to her superior officer. Agent Hannah: Mr. Stetson, we have a Geraldine Pfifer here to see you.3 'Stetson': Send her in. As the Skeates enter the main office, Agent Hannah speaks directly to James Skeates. Agent Hannah: If you blow this op for us, you'll wish that I shot out your knee. James Skeates doesn't respond, and vigorously rubs his forehead. Jean Skeates' body camera shows that his eyes are watering. Agent Hannah: Hey, I didn't… is he okay? Jean Skeates: Headache? James Skeates: Like you wouldn't believe. Agent Hannah: Okay, straight back, it's the— James Skeates: Corner office. Been here before. I know. Despite being in severe pain, James Skeates follows Jean Skeates to the corner office. There, they are met by Director 'Stetson' of the SAR/COG. The blinds in the office are drawn. Jean Skeates: Right in our backyard, in a place we cleaned out and we weren't even notified. Director Stetson: Director, while I appreciate what you're going through is difficult… why are you in my office? Jean Skeates: Not technically yours. P&L bought out the company this whole floor belonged to back in 2008. Bank of the Sunshine State. Hear of it? Director Stetson: We still find the pens when we clean sometimes. But what does— Agent Skeates produces a crowbar concealed somewhere on his person. Director Stetson: Where did that come from? Agent Skeates begins hitting the wood paneling of the room with the crowbar. Director Stetson: Hey! What the hell?! Jean Skeates: Let him work. Director Stetson: Work? He's tearing up the panelling! That's real— A large section of the paneling falls away with a crunching sound. The material beneath is very brittle, and it largely disintegrates when it his the floor. Director Stetson: —mahogany… James Skeates continues attacking the wall, revealing an organic structure beneath. In contrast to the structure which makes up Site-106, the interior of the walls appears to be visibly rotted and liquefied. A final blow from Skeates destroys a large part of the wall, revealing the break room on the other side. Personnel are splashed with ichor from the impact, and are left staring stunned. Jean Skeates: Headache gone, honey? James Skeates: Sighing Mom… and yeah, it's gone. The operations of SAR/COG were not disrupted, and are currently ongoing. In 2008, the Department of Procurement and Liquidation acquired the failing Bank of the Sunshine State, a financial institution that had failed following the sub-prime mortgage crisis. Evidence recovered both from their former offices where SAR/COG had set up a field base, as well as other former BSS buildings, has shown that they are comprised of material similar to SCP-6318. Thus, SCP-6318's file has been updated. Item#: 6318 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the infestation of SCP-6318, Site-106 has been evacuated, with is personnel stationed at other facilities in southern Florida. Personnel entering Site-106 are to wear anti-fungal biohazard protection and be accompanied by at least one Foundation psychometrist. All solid matter within Site-106 is to be assumed to be a part of SCP-6318 until otherwise proven by psychometric reading or physical sampling. At no point should destruction testing on SCP-6318 material take place within Site-106; in the past, this has led to structural instability as SCP-6318 reacts to the destruction of a portion of itself. Efforts to neutralize SCP-6318 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6318 is a parasitic fungal organism which is capable of camouflaging itself as financial institutions, and operating as such. SCP-6318 appears to be sapient, but is incapable of communication. Its most recent manifestation, prior to Foundation acquisition, was as the Bank of the Sunshine State, a financial institution localized in South-East Florida; the structures of facilities owned and operated by the Bank of the Sunshine State are made up of material which resembles fungal tissue. SCP-6318 is a parasitic lucrevore. Unlike other lucrevores, SCP-6318 specifically seeks out anomalous items to feed upon, digesting and replacing them with copies made of fungal matter that lack the original anomalous properties. In 2009, during the sub-prime mortgage crisis, SCP-6318 was inadvertently purchased by the Foundation's Department of Procurement and Liquidation in an attempt to contain anomalies related to the Bank of the Sunshine State; the institution had been involved with several instances of anomalous activity in the Miami area since at least 1979. It is believed that the transfer of ownership caused SCP-6318 to migrate to Site-106, and infest it through as-of-yet not understood anomalous means, while leaving the buildings it formerly occupied to decay. Since this time, SCP-6318 has converted Site-106 and its anomalous item storehouses into fungal tissue capable of mimicking inorganic material such as steel, concrete, electrical wiring, and plumbing, in order to feed off of valuable items contained at Site-106. This primarily manifests in the consumption of material in the anomalous item storehouses, which SCP-6318 disguised by altering both paper and electronic records that it had transfigured into fungal matter, which demonstrated its sapience. As of March 2022, Site-106 is still considered lost. History of SCP-6318: An organism similar to SCP-6318 had been speculated to exist by Foundation architectural biologists4 following the discovery of a lucrevore resembling a toy store manifesting in New York City's Times Square. At the time it was the largest known lucrevore specimen, feeding upon both money gained in financial transactions and merchandise sold within. After the liquidation of the company it was parasitizing, the lucrevore in question died, with its skeletal structure overtaken by a clothing store. SCP-6318 is believed to be the offspring of at least one similar organism; the Bank of the Sunshine State was founded in 1955 as an offshoot of Lehman Brothers, before spinning off into an independent entity in 1969. Any anomalous properties Lehman Brothers may have possessed were never investigated, and the O5 Council has vetoed any attempt to investigate Nomura Holdings, which acquired Lehman Brothers's assets. The first known involvement SCP-6318 had with the anomalous was discovered in 1979, following an outbreak of anomalous items in Miami, traced back to an antique store whose owner (whereabouts unknown) possessed a safety deposit box at the local Bank of the Sunshine State branch. Following the liquidation of ERS LLC, the BSS was considered a Group of Interest, monitored by Site-106. During the course of the 1990s and early 2000s, the BSS used anomalous items to attack Procurement & Liquidation personnel and their families; it is now speculated that the Foundation acquisition of SCP-6117-A in 2009 was an attempt by SCP-6318 to dismantle Site-106. Addendum: Successful Containment of SCP-6318: On March 17th, 2022, a meeting was held between various Departments to attempt to contain SCP-6318. Among these were the Department of Procurement and Liquidation; the Department of Architectural Zoology; the Department of Surrealistics5; the Department of Mycology; and the Department of Iteration. An except from the meeting is transcribed below. Personnel Present: Director Jean Skeates and Agent James Skeates, Procurement & Liquidation; Dr. Gertrude White, Architectural Zoology; Dr. No Plume, M.D., Surrealistics; Dr. Marta Krychowiak, Mycology; Dr. Theodore Ship, Iteration. Director Skeates: Thank you for all coming on such short notice. Even you, Dr. Plume. Dr. Plume: Where duty calls, the sun don't shine. Director Skeates: …okay. You've all been briefed on the crisis, then. Does the Department of Mycology have any opinions? Dr. Krychowiak: I have several contacts in the PZGA, and from this, I have some experience in… what's the term in English? Thaumo-mycology. I have looked at samples taken from the Site, and… it's like the whole organism is simultaneously a brain and a stomach. It resembles a mushroom genetically, but behaviorally, it's like a mold. I wish I could study it more closely. Dr. Ship: There's a possibility we've considered to try to, at the very least, remove it from Site-106. We set up another Foundation Site under a one-use front, and then we have that front buy possession of Site-106. Director Skeates: I'm not sure that would work. St. John, whatever he is, seemed to think that the anomaly wouldn't transfer to him and his holdings once he bought it from us. But even if we do manage to eradicate it… we'd have to rebuild the Site from the ground up. That could take months. Agent Skeates: If we're going to need to rebuild anyway, couldn't we could try burning it down? Dr. Krychowiak: We don't know how it would react to being burned. SCP-1658 has killed twenty people since book burning became in vogue again. Director Skeates: Beyond that… Site-106 is tailor-made for the containment and liquidation of anomalous items. We'd have to be transferred, and our skillsets are very specialized, unless the Foundation has openings in accounting or starts up a department of antiquing. More to the point, I don't think Fire Suppression would be very enthused with us burning down a whole Site. Dr. Plume: Such an awful joke. Agent Skeates: Shut it. Dr. White: Fungi are closer to animals than they are plants; as you can see, it's intelligent. Maybe we can have it abandon the structure and migrate elsewhere? It seems to be able to move between entities that 'own' it at will. Director Skeates: We could risk exposing the whole Foundation to it. We have very few actual SCP objects contained at Site-106. Imagine if it infested 19, or 17, or… any other Site, basically. Dr. Plume: Nifty! Dr. Ship: And can we be positive it hasn't replaced any personnel? Or infected them in some way? We don't think it's poisonous, but for all we know, you and everyone in Site-106 could just be… copies of yourselves. Agent Skeates: Thank you for the existential dread, doctor, but Mycology's tested us already. We're all human, thank god. It can't replicate us. Dr. Ship: Even so… Dr. Krychowiak: Perhaps you could try to pawn off the Site to the PGZA? My colleagues— my former colleagues would love to have a chance to study it. Director Skeates: Again, we'd have to sell the whole Site and god knows what else therein. The Mushroom Picking Association may not be a hostile GOI, but it's still an exterior group. We can't be 100% sure that they'd be willing to give us back our anomalous items. Dr. Plume: Mushroom lust, mushroom greed, mushroom gluttony, mushroom pride, mushroom envy… Agent Skeates: Who let him in here?! Dr. Krychowiak: Dr. Plume, please. We have more important things to be concerned with than with you listing off… fungal vices. Agent Skeates: …sorry, what did you just say? Dr. Krychowiak repeats herself. Agent Skeates: One second. Agent Skeates pulls out his phone. Agent Skeates: Hey, Skippy? Where does the word 'fungible' come from? Skippy.AIC: 'Fungible' is derived from the Medieval Latin phrase 'fungi vice', meaning 'to serve in place of'. Agent Skeates: That's it, then. Thank you, Dr. Plume, for the idea. Dr. Plume: Well, I wanted a retirement package anyway. Not supposed to give ideas, they'll push me out the door for sure… Dr. Krychowiak: I'm not sure I follow. Agent Skeates: 6318, it's not just a fungus. It's a fungible fungus. It's perfectly replaced, and is serving in place of, almost every fixture in Site-106. Dr. Plume: That joke was old the first time you used it. Silence in the room, with light sounds of confusion. Dr. Plume: Wait, nevermind. I forgot I was in surrealistics, not pataphysics. Agent Skeates: …right. Point is, I think we have a way to neutralize it. But it's… not necessarily going to be pleasant. Director Skeates: Let's hear it. Agent Skeates: We have to make Site-106, and everything therein, non-fungible. And… well, P&L did start monitoring cryptocurrency in 2019, after the whole thing with Amazon. So… Dr. Plume: Ah, yes, the great Grubhub Hubbub. Director Skeates: Are you telling me that we're going to mint NFTs of the Site?! Agent Skeates: If anyone else has better ideas, I'd like to hear them. It's a lucrevore. It eats valuable things. But it can't eat things that it doesn't have access to, and I'd like to see it try to infiltrate a Foundation-made blockchain. Agent Skeates submitted a formal proposal for containment of SCP-6318; by April 1st, 2022, it was implemented. Item#: 6318 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6318 is contained through use of SCP-6318-A instances. Maintenance should be carried out as necessary as SCP-6318 shrinks in mass. The Department of Mycology has opened a branch at Site-106 to study the recession of SCP-6318. Live cultures are in the process of being shipped out to other Foundation Sites for study, before the main mass is rendered inert. Description: SCP-6318 is a fungal lucrevore which is currently infesting Site-106 and all of its facilities. Prior to the implementation of current containment procedures, SCP-6318 had replaced the majority of matter within Site-106 with its own biomass. However, due to the implemented containment procedures, its growth has stopped, and it is beginning to recede; currently, 82% of Site-106 is made of fungal matter. SCP-6318-A instances are non-fungible tokens depicting Site-106 and various items therein, including anomalous items in containment, personnel, and Site-106 itself. The blockchain that SCP-6318-A instances operate on is Foundation-operated and powered by renewable energy. Through an as-of-yet unclear mechanism, SCP-6318-A instances have made Site-106 itself non-fungible, and as such, are slowly eradicating SCP-6318. An SCP-6318-A instance, tied to Site-106 as a whole. Footnotes 1. Lucrevores are organisms which feed off of valuable goods, ranging from physical currency to 'liquid' assets located in a bank account, and items which the organism deems valuable, which can range from jewelry and artwork to collectable items to human organs. Organisms similar to SCP-6318 have been encountered in the past, and account for approximately 7% of all unsolved thefts in the United States alone. 2. A former member of an anartist group and expert in anomalous artworks. 3. Foundation codephrase indicating unscheduled visit from Site-106 personnel. 4. Personnel who study organisms that resemble buildings; the three major divisions are architectural zoology, architectural botany, and architectural mycology. 5. The representative of this department was not invited to the meeting, and when asked to present credentials, shoved a live platypus into the hands of the agent guarding the room. The agent allowed this representative entrance regardless. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6318" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6318. 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: 4765747977_ce376600c1_b.jpg Title: Downtown Miami Building Author: Phillip Pessar License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: 2Q8og2y Title: DSC01394 - Cafeteria Author: archer10 (Dennis) License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Author: lalapronyk License: CC0 (uploaded in 2017) Source: pixabay Filename: 106Banner3.jpg Title: Part of Miami seafront, circe 1971-1972 Author: Dada1960 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons
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Item#: 6319 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6319-1 performing an original composition. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor music distribution websites and video sharing platforms for accidental performances of SCP-6319. In case of discovery, the audio is to be removed under guise of copyright infringement, and MTF Cedilla-4 ("Tune Squad") will carry out containment and amnesticization as required. No direct containment of SCP-6319-1 has been deemed necessary. Description: SCP-6319 is a melody originally written by French composer Claude Debussy as part of a draft of his piano work "Clair de Lune". SCP-6319 demonstrates no anomalous properties unless it is performed in direct moonlight and within approximately five meters of a reflective surface. If these conditions are met, the sound of a brass instrument performing SCP-6319 will emanate from the aforementioned reflective surface. All moonlight reflecting off that surface will coalesce into a screen of light, similar to a hologram. SCP-6319 SCP-6319 with Debussy's harmonization The screen shows a heavyset, elderly humanoid of indeterminate gender. This entity, designated SCP-6319-1, has poorly defined facial features and silver hair that gradually blends with its scalp. It is dressed in a threadbare suit and carries a trumpet-like instrument with four valves. SCP-6319-1 is able to see and communicate through the screen. Interviews with SCP-6319-1 indicate that it anomalously created SCP-6319 as a means of communication. At the time of initial containment, approximately 85% of SCP-6319-1's body was translucent and presumed incorporeal. SCP-6319-1 described this condition as a wasting disease induced by a lack of artistic motivation. Addendum 6319.1: Excerpt from the Journal of Claude Debussy In July 2020, the Foundation was made aware of several documents written by Debussy. These documents include notes, music notebooks, and a diary that detailed Debussy’s discovery of SCP-6319. The documents were transferred to the custody of Dr. Florian Dupont, who translated the text from French to English and digitally transcribed all music notation within. An excerpt from these journals is presented below1. 14 April 1890 I have never been the most faithful in keeping this diary, but the events of tonight are such that I must write them down. Where to begin? Two short hours ago, I was seated at my piano, tossing ideas about, when I came across a somber and mysterious theme. I refined it, seeking it as a bloodhound seeks its quarry, when at last I uncovered its potential! I played the melody, supporting it with haunting accompaniment. Yet as I finished, I heard that same melody echo from the mirror on my bedroom door, as if from leagues away, and watched as the moonlight streaming through the windows gathered off its surface! I leapt off my bench, for there in the moonlight was the image of four portly individuals, as clear as a photograph. They were not human, but they carried themselves with the self-awareness of man, and held in their hands objects that reminded me of wind instruments: a flute of sorts, a horn that was not a horn, and two others of even greater oddity. They shared my surprise, but not my alarm—instead, great excitement grew within them, and they vocalized back and forth, waving their arms about. In my astonishment, I waved back at them, bringing them to even greater hysterics. Then—the four beings placed their instruments to their lips (rather, where their lips should be) and began to play. At this, my pen fails me. I would say their sound was that of a river if it took the place of the breeze, flowing and swelling through the treetops; but that is an attempt to describe the indescribable. Finally they ceased, and after a brief moment turned to me with anticipation. I realized that it was my turn, and with shaking hands I sat and began the finest piece I know: Chabrier's "Sous-bois." My fingers stumbled and slipped, and once I concluded I looked up with embarrassment, only to find my visitors held rapt, just as I was. For the next two hours we traded compositions, presenting them to each other as reverent gifts. I played Mussorgsky and Ravel and Chopin, with the modest inclusion of my own works. Their music knew no limits—sometimes without key, sometimes without meter, never without purpose. I would have stayed all night, but after I finished the aria from The Goldberg Variations, the quartet bowed their heads, and one stepped forth and performed that original melody I discovered scant hours ago. The wall of light melted away, and it was as if the night's events had never transpired. First I took to my staff-book, to hurriedly notate that melody. Now I head to sleep, surely to dream of reality, for reality has become the dream. Addendum 6319.2: Interview with SCP-6319-1 Debussy's journal noted that SCP-6319-1 had become fluent in French. As such, all interviews with SCP-6319-1 have been held in French and translated to English. Interview—16 July 2020 Dr. Florian Dupont, interviewer SCP-6319-1, interviewee Dr. Dupont performs SCP-6319 on a digital keyboard in the courtyard of Site-641. A tray of water has been placed as a reflective surface. The melody echoes out of the water and the screen of light forms. SCP-6319-1 instantly notices this event and appears startled. Dr. Dupont: Hello there. My name's Dr. Dupont, and I represent an organization called the Foundation. SCP-6319-1: I… another? What an absolute pleasure! I thought myself completely alone, my song forgotten. What a beam of light! I am Jove, the Beating Heart of Yon2. Dr. Dupont: Ah, yes. Jove—I've read about you in Debussy's diary. SCP-6319-1 places its hands on its head. SCP-6319-1: Oh, Claude. How I've missed him. It's been such time since I last saw him. Dr. Dupont: Now, you have companions, right? Other members of Yon. Melia and Do, I believe, and Ali. Where are they now? (Pause.) Dr. Dupont: Jove? SCP-6319-1 looks to the ground and lets out a resigned hum. SCP-6319-1: Gone. Gone and vanished. Lost to the same sickness that holds me in its talons. As I fade, so they have faded long before. And I—the only one left, wondering which will claim me first, old age or the end of purpose. SCP-6319-1 gestures to its fading body. Dr. Dupont: Your condition is caused by the "end of purpose"? SCP-6319-1: When my people lose desire to create, they lose the will to exist. I held that desire with Yon. I held that desire when we wove our song into the moonlight, and when we were with Claude. Now? I have no Yon, no Claude. All I have is my song, but by itself, it is nothing. Addendum 6319.3: Testing Logs Research personnel hypothesized that performing music in a social setting would improve SCP-6319-1's condition. Testing logs are included below, and have been abridged for brevity. Date: 19/7/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont provides SCP-6319-1 with sheet music of the third étude from Charlier's Études Transcendantes. SCP-6319-1 expresses both an inability and a lack of desire to read sheet music. Dr. Dupont teaches the first sixteen measures of the piece to SCP-6319-1 by rote. Result: No appreciable difference in subject's appearance. Date: 21/7/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont teaches SCP-6319-1 the jazz standard "Autumn Leaves" by rote. Dr. Dupont accompanies SCP-6319-1 on the piano, performing a short solo in between statements of the melody. SCP-6319-1 inquires at length about Dr. Dupont's improvisatory concepts. Result: Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's lower legs. Date: 27/7/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont and SCP-6319-1 discuss improvisatory theory. While SCP-6319-1 is not familiar with Western music theory terminology, it demonstrates functional knowledge of most concepts. Dr. Dupont takes out his smartphone and plays Miles Davis's song "Blue in Green"; SCP-6319-1 expresses amazement at the concept of recorded music. The rest of the test session consists of Dr. Dupont playing music and discussing it with SCP-6319-1. Testing extends for forty-five minutes past scheduled end time, and no scheduled tests were conducted. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's lower and upper legs. Date: 10/8/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont and SCP-6319-1 perform parts of the albums Chicago V and In the Court of the Crimson King. SCP-6319-1 expresses frustration that not all parts of the compositions can be performed by two players. Result: Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's hands and upper legs. Date: 18/8/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont (lead), Dr. Eva Rivera and Researcher Tate Pinyochon (assisting) Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont and SCP-6319-1 rehearse Herbie Hancock’s “Cantaloupe Island”. Dr. Rivera accompanies on drums and Researcher Pinyochon accompanies on bass. Dr. Dupont remarks that SCP-6319-1 has made considerable progress in developing an improvisatory style. Testing extends for fifty-eight minutes past scheduled end time. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's arms and legs. Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's head. Date: 8/9/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont (lead), Dr. Eva Rivera and Researcher Tate Pinyochon (assisting) Tests Performed: SCP-6319-1 presents an original melody. Researchers create accompaniment around the melody and develop a structure for the composition. Testing extends for one hour and thirty-one minutes past scheduled end time. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's head. Date: 11/10/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont (lead), Dr. Eva Rivera and Researcher Tate Pinyochon (assisting) Tests Performed: Researchers and SCP-6319-1 continue to develop original music. All parties lightheartedly accuse each other of performing "the lick3" too frequently. Testing extends for one hour and forty-four minutes past scheduled end time. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's head. Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's torso. Addendum 6319.4: Transcript of Disciplinary Meeting Disciplinary Meeting—15 October 2020 Attendees: Site Director J. Granger Dr. Florian Dupont Dr. Julia Couture, acting as union representative Dir. Granger: Dr. Dupont, Dr. Couture, welcome. Take a seat. Dr. Dupont: Thank you, Director. May I ask why I'm here today? Dir. Granger clears his throat. Dir. Granger: Dr. Dupont, I've been reviewing your testing logs for SCP-6319-1. I have no complaints with the thoroughness of your work, but I am concerned with your methods and your professionalism. Dr. Dupont: How so? Dir. Granger: Your last test went about ninety minutes past its scheduled end time, and the one before that—let's see—yes, that was an hour and ten minutes over. Why are they taking so long? Dr. Dupont: Well, these tests are less rigid in nature than our usual work. Sometimes— Dir. Granger: You've also commandeered two additional researchers to aid you on this project, for the purpose of "supporting SCP-6319-1's recovery". Why is the SCP's recovery a priority? Dr. Dupont: So normally, we would try to learn as much about an anomalous disease as we could before curing it, but we can't directly— Dir. Granger: Doctor, let me cut to the chase. You may view this as testing, but to me, it seems you're using clinical time as band practice. Dr. Dupont I think that's a very reductive way to describe our work. Dir. Granger: When I was walking back from lunch, I overheard a conversation about whether "Flo and the Lunatics" were going to have a concert on Friday night. Dr. Dupont: That's just a rumor, Director. We're only doing studio work. Dir. Granger begins to stand up from his desk. Dr. Dupont: Hey, hey, hey. Just a joke. Look, the methodology is sound. The wasting disease is tied to artistic motivation. If we want to get results, the skip needs to get its mojo back. Just so happens that this is the best way to do it. Dir. Granger: And you're doing this only for science? Dr. Dupont: Absolutely. (Pause.) Dir. Granger: You can't claim overtime for the extended testing sessions. Dr. Dupont: Never have. Dir. Granger: Good. Dismissed. Addendum 6319.5 The following is a recording of music written by SCP-6319-1, along with Drs. Dupont and Rivera and Researcher Pinyochon4, and performed on 2 March 2021. As of this date, SCP-6319-1 is completely corporeal. Lyrics Close Lyrics The days linger on and on Alone with my thoughts and memories Adrift in a soft despair But you, you're all changes Singin’ in the moonlight Singin’ in the moonlight Singin’ in the moonlight with you Footnotes 1. For unabridged materials, contact Dr. Florian Dupont at Site-641. 2. Yon is the name of the musical quartet depicted in Debussy's writings. 3. An improvisatory phrase used in jazz which has become an Internet meme. 4. As Researcher Pinyochon is American, his lyrics are written and performed in English. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6319" by TheJakels, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6319. 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: Jove Name: Combination of 1. Trumpet Solo and 2. Moon landscape Author: 1. Simon Yeo 2. Stuart Orford License: 1. CC BY 2.0 2. CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: 1. https://www.flickr.com/photos/74279471@N00/5470071610 2. https://www.flickr.com/photos/13422016@N07/3554307973 Additional Notes: Edits by me Filename: singing in the moonlight.mp3 Name: Singin’ In The Moonlight Author: TheJakels License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/thejakels/singing%20in%20the%20moonlight.mp3 Filename: SCP Tune Author: TheJakels License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/thejakels/SCP%20Tune Filename: Sheet Music Author: TheJakels License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/thejakels/Sheet%20Music
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Item #: SCP-6320 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6320 is currently contained within a 19 x 19 meter chamber built around it, located on the lowermost floor of Research Site-107. Individuals entering SCP-6320's containment chamber are to do so in standard protective attire. The chamber must be thoroughly cleaned once twice daily and no loose material left within 16 meters 25 meters 30 meters of SCP-6320. Note: Containment procedures pending revision following Incident 6320-A. Description: SCP-6320 is an extradimensional rift in a stone wall at the bottom of a disused copper mine in ██████, Nevada. Appearing in the shape of a mineral deposit vein, the anomaly has been described as resembling a "tear into outer space," with the interior even exhibiting a parallax effect. However, SCP-6320's behavior as a flat surface suggests this apparent depth is a visual illusion. Any loose particulate matter (such as dirt, crumbs, dust, etc) or freestanding liquids left within a 16 meter radius of SCP-6320 gradually rearrange into a copy of SCP-6320's shape before disappearing completely. Additionally, any object or creature that comes into direct physical contact with SCP-6320 immediately disappears as well. Recording equipment that has vanished after touching the anomaly produces no footage.2 Addendum: Site-107 is currently in the first phase of expansion. Construction will incorporate present mining structures into the new building. Phase Two will oversee construction of new containment areas to house additional anomalies extradimensional in nature. Phase Two cancelled due to lack of available personnel. From: ten.pcs|nosrac.m#ten.pcs|nosrac.m To: ten.pcs|syah.p#ten.pcs|syah.p Date: 7.5.19 Subject: RE: 107 Expansion While I understand the decision to cancel 107’s expansion, I would like to remind everyone that our current safety procedures in regards to dimensional anomalies are woefully out of date. The last extensive study that I can find into recovery of objects and creatures from extradimensional spaces is dated in 1989. I believe emphasis on updating safety protocol in this area would highly benefit the Foundation as a whole, considering our volume of dimensional anomalies and the extensive danger they pose. The fewer people we lose, the more we have at our disposal. Dr. M. Carson Addendum 2: After anomalous movement was observed in a coffee spill roughly 4 meters outside SCP-6320's previously documented area of effect, a temporary perimeter has been established by Containment personnel and will be monitored for additional activity. Onsite personnel are strongly advised to keep work-spaces as clean and free of debris as possible, despite being outside the recorded area of effect. From: ten.pcs|nosrac.m#ten.pcs|nosrac.m To: ten.pcs|syah.p#ten.pcs|syah.p Date: 7.21.19 Subject: RE: 107 Expansion I want to make it clear that I have no issue with the eventual decommissioning of 107. Following the decision to halt expansion, downsizing is the clear choice. SCP-6320 has shown no outstanding potential for danger thus far and doesn’t warrant a 200-man crew, especially given how chronically short-staffed we have been lately. My staff could potentially be utilized elsewhere, but this brings me to my current issue. I want to keep my staff, at least for another year or two. SCP-6320 is an ideal candidate for development of the safety measures I mentioned to you previously. Aside from the recent slight expanding of its effect radius, SCP-6320 seems entirely predictable and measurable in its effects. The same cannot be said of most extradimensional anomalies. Updated safety precautions will save us manpower in the long run. We should seize the opportunity for this pursuit while people are still here. Frankly, I think it would be foolish not to. Dr. M. Carson Addendum 3: Cleaning regimen of SCP-6320's chamber has been altered following a series of small tremors felt in the lower floors of the facility near the anomaly. The chamber is to be cleaned twice daily, increased from once. No other changes are deemed necessary at this time. From: ten.pcs|nosrac.m#ten.pcs|nosrac.m To: ten.pcs|syah.p#ten.pcs|syah.p Date: 8.28.19 Subject: RE: 107 Expansion I'm going to be blunt. You're making a mistake. We have nearly 200 qualified people on site with what seems to be one of the least volatile dimensional anomalies we currently have in containment. We have very little to risk and very much to gain. Our safety measures with these things are so outdated that another catastrophe as bad as [EXPUNGED] is basically inevitable at this point. I know my staff could be useful elsewhere, but they could be equally as useful here. Right now. I only want one year. One year and we could save potentially thousands of lives in the event of another disaster. The Foundation wouldn't have a staff shortage in the first place if we put more effort into the safety of our personnel. We do what we do for the safety of humanity. You forget our people are human. I strongly advise you reconsider. Dr. M. Carson INCIDENT LOG: 6320-A Log Date: 6 September 2019, 1:26PM Note: The following log was taken from a telephone call between Dr. Corbin, a researcher at Site-107, and MTF Alpha-4 Dispatch, Nevada. [BEGIN LOG] Dispatch: Alpha-4 dispatch, Corbin: Hi, I know this isn’t your department at all, but I- I really didn’t know who else to call, this is one of the only phone numbers I had. I need immediate help with a- a situation? Emergency kind of situation, maybe? Dispatch: What’s the situation? Corbin: I’m working at Site-107 out in ██████, with SCP-6320, and I got in late today and I can’t- I can’t find the door. Dispatch: The door? Corbin: The- the door, I can’t find the front doors of the site. The parking lot is here, the checkpoints and everything, but- the front doors are- they’re just gone. I don’t know what’s happening. I can't get ahold of anyone. Nobody is answering their phones. Dispatch: I’m sorry, I’m having trouble parsing what you’re- Corbin: The site’s not here. Dispatch: What do you mean? Corbin: It’s- there’s this old mine-shaft entrance where the front of the building used to be, there’s nothing here. It’s totally empty inside. It’s just gone. The entire site is gone. Dispatch: …I’m going to try and find someone who can help you. [End Log] Addendum 4: Containment procedures are pending revision following the disappearance of Site-107. SCP-6320’s description and location within the shaft remain unchanged. Pending reclassification to Keter. Recovery efforts are currently on hold due to lack of available personnel. Footnotes 1. Pending reclassification 2. No means of recovering vanished objects or creatures have been found to date. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6320" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6320. 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#: 6321 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Item #: SCP-6321 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6321 is currently being contained within a Secure Humanoid Containment Cell with an airlock and added soundproofing in Research Sector-04 at SCP Site 42. The airlock is not to be opened unless necessary. No attempts should be made to move the SCP into an object containment cell. SCP-6321 is sentient and should be handled with the same respect as one would a humanoid SCP. SCP-6321 should be handled with extreme caution. Should any testing of SCP-6321 be required, it should be done silently. The silence may upset SCP-6321. Under no circumstances should it be engaged casually. SCP-6321 may become greatly distressed and demand an audience. In such a case, the security feed from its containment cell is to be fed into the break room with muted audio, and red light is to flash at the end of each piece it plays to cue applause, which will be fed back into its cell. Under no circumstances is the volume to be turned on. SCP-6321 should not be given a live audience, as it would put them at risk of psychic entrapment. No attempts should be made to play SCP-6321, as it finds this very upsetting. Temporary Containment Procedures: (see Addendum 6321.5) Any personnel slated to work in the vicinity of SCP-6321 must go through a one-session course on the procedures involved in working with SCP-6321 to supplement our reading materials. Description: SCP-6321 is a B. Shoninger Louis XV Piano1with the capacity of speech. It is 3.14m in height with 60 cm in depth, made of walnut wood with intricate carvings. While it seemed to be well cared for in its prime, there is some decoloration from white to yellow to its keys. Foundation Researchers have attributed this to age. Upon the SCP's request, restoration efforts have been planned for when it is safe to proceed with them. Foundation Researchers believe SCP-6321 produces speech by playing itself and uses the tone and pitch frequencies of its notes to produce words. Based on recent findings, Researchers believe there could also be a psychic component to its communication. Investigation on this matter is currently underway. SCP-6321 is believed to have some form of a psychic hold on those with whom it converses. Its communication privileges are currently under an indefinite suspension. As such, it should not be engaged unless necessary. SCP-6321 is well-mannered. It is not aware of the damage it could cause or how it causes it and does not fully understand or respect the rules the Foundation has set in place for it. After Incident-6321.1 (see Addendum 6321.5), SCP-6321 is to have limited human interaction. SCP-6321 does not appear to have any ill intent and does not seem conscious that it is causing harm. It claims to be a performer (see Addendum 6321.1) that enjoys playing pieces of all genres. It is quick to learn and will cater to its listener's interests. SCP-6321 has demonstrated evidence of putting a psychic hold on those it interacts with. This hold gets stronger with every subsequent interaction. In extreme cases, SCP-6321 psychically binds conversation partners to itself so strongly that they have no will to leave or provide themselves basic care. SCP-6321 does not have a concept of time nor does it realize the state of its listeners until they are removed, at which point it expresses great disappointment. Given that it does not comprehend what has happened to its audience or its role in the situation, it does not express remorse. Addendum 6321.1: History Through what Foundation Researchers were able to glean from a video from Cryptid Crusaders as well as details SCP-6321 has divulged about its life, Foundation Researchers believe SCP-6321 to contain the spirit and/or soul of Harold Turner, a prominent piano player of his time (circa the 1920s). Turner was especially popular in his home state of New York. His home piano and piano of choice for intimate performances and/ or practice was a B. Shoninger Louis XV. In 1939, at the age of 38 years old, he was diagnosed with cancer of the liver. Shortly after, he passed. While Foundation Researchers have no definite answer as to how Mr. Turner ended up in a piano, urban mythology may have a few explanations. The first says that the piano was a gift and had always exhibited some strange qualities. Turner used to claim he would lose track of time and play it obsessively for hours. Friends and relatives noted that there were times where Mr. Turner would simply sit in front of the piano for hours unmoving, as though in a trance. This leads researchers to believe that perhaps the piano was anomalous even before Mr. Turner's spirit was trapped in it. Another myth says that members of Mr. Turner's family practiced some form of magick, though his involvement is unknown. This myth states that knowing he was dying and not feeling ready, Mr. Turner performed a soul-transference ritual so that he could live forever in his piano doing what he loved: performing. Whether either of these explanations have merit is unknown, though both do have strong parallels to findings by Foundation Researchers. Addendum 6321.2: Discovery SCP-6321 came to the attention of the Foundation through a vlog done by a group of students who called themselves the Cryptid Crusaders2, published on YouTube and several supernatural forums. It was found in the basement of a Century Home (███ ████████ ██) and appeared not to have been touched since the house's previous owner had passed. Researchers found the film footage of what was supposed to be a follow-up video. The students had allegedly gone inactive, and the footage was never posted. It was later revealed that all three had died in a car crash reportedly caused by fatigue. Since SCP-6321 seemed fond of younger people and was extremely compliant, the Foundation assigned a young researcher, Dr. Katarina Wilson, to run the initial investigation. The following is a transcript of Dr. Wilson's initial interview with the subject. Initial Interview Interviewed: SCP-6321 Interviewer: Dr. Katarina Wilson, Site 42 + Open - Close Foreword: Initial interview of SCP-6321 (AKA Harold Turner) <Begin Log, 10/10/2021 11:25 AM> Dr. Wilson: Good afternoon. My name is Dr. Katarina Wilson, and- SCP-6321: (interrupting, excitedly) Hello! Oh, thank god you're here. I was getting so lonely! Dr. Wilson: (caught off-guard, sympathetic) Oh. I'm so sorry! How long have they kept you unattended? SCP-6321: I'm not sure. It seems like ages, though. Dr. Wilson: I can imagine. I'm guessing you're not a fan of being alone? SCP-6321: No, quite the opposite. I'm quite the social butterfly- or at least I consider myself to be. Dr. Wilson: I can't say the same. I'm a bit of an introvert. SCP-6321: I've always wondered what that must be like. Dr. Wilson: I mean, I don't know how to describe it. People just tire me out. But… I'm not here for small talk. SCP-6321: Oh? Dr. Wilson: Well, I kind of have things I have to check. This is my job. SCP-6321: Your job? Dr. Wilson: I'm a researcher at The Foundation. SCP. There are a few names we go by. SCP-6321: (Pause) I've never heard of you. Dr. Wilson: No, and you wouldn't have. Anyways, I have some questions prepared. SCP-6321: Ask away! I am more than happy to be of assistance. Dr. Wilson: All right. First, in your own words, what are you? SCP-6321: My name is Harold Turner, and I'm a pianist. Dr. Wilson: A pianist trapped in a piano. That's a funny parallel. SCP-6321: I think the word trapped is a bit strong. I don't feel trapped. Dr. Wilson: How would you describe your state then? SCP-6321: Living. I am continuing my life from inside a piano. Dr. Wilson: Do you know how you got in there? SCP-6321: Yes. Well, sort of. Dr. Wilson: Can you describe it? SCP-6321: You see, that's the one thing I can't talk about! Dr. Wilson: Why? SCP-6321: It stops me! Dr. Wilson: It? SCP-6321: I'm afraid that's the most I can say. Dr. Wilson: That's all right. We get weird quirks like that here all the time. All right. Next question. In your words, what do you do? Other than playing the piano, of course. SCP-6321: Well, I talk. Dr. Wilson: (laughing) Yes, I can see that. SCP-6321: I can talk about a lot of things. Art, music, politics, popular culture, fashion… Dr. Wilson: Is that all you do? SCP-6321: To my knowledge. Dr. Wilson: (Pause)All right, one more question, but it might be upsetting. SCP-6321: Go ahead. Dr. Wilson: Do you know where the students you talked to went? SCP-6321: What? Dr. Wilson: Well, we found you from a video made by some students. They called themselves the Cryptid Crusaders… SCP-6321: Yes, I remember them! Lovely young boys. Dr. Wilson: They've disappeared. SCP-6321: Well that's horrible! Dr. Wilson: We were hoping you might know where to find them? All we have is the raw, unedited footage of their final conversation with you. They left their camera behind. SCP-6321: I'm sorry. They didn't mention going anywhere. Dr. Wilson: It's ok. I mean, why would they? (pause) Thank you (pause) should I call you Harold? SCP-6321: Well, it is my name. Dr. Wilson: Right. Thank you, Harold. That concludes my interview. SCP-6321: Before you go, could I interest you in a show tune or two? Dr. Wilson: Oh, I'm not supposed to… SCP-6321: How about some Chopin? Dr. Wilson: While I do love his work, I can't. It wouldn't be professional of me. I'm sure I'll have ample opportunity to hear you play in a professional capacity in the future. SCP-6321: All right. Then I shall have to wait until then. Dr. Wilson: I guess so. I'll see you soon, Harold. SCP-6321: You know where I am if you ever want to talk! <End Log, 10/10/2021 11:33 AM> Closing Statement: Dr. Wilson scheduled a series of audio-frequency tests to take place the next day. Addendum 6321.3 Observations The following are a record of some of Dr. Wilson's tests3 and notes. Test A - October 11, 2021 Start Time: October 11, 2021 9:32 AM End Time: October 11, 2021 12:35 PM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: SCP-6321 conducted a conversation with the test administrator while the test administrator measured the pitch, frequency and wavelength of its speech. These were compared with human speech and the sonority of the same make of piano. ** Conversation Transcript**: + Open - Close Note: Most of the recording of this conversation was lost. Dr. Wilson: Good morning, SC- Harold. Sorry, I forgot for a moment there that you had a name. SCP-6321: Good morning, Katarina! Dr. Wilson: You remembered my name? SCP-6321: Of course I did! You're the only person I've met here so far. It wasn't too hard. Dr. Wilson: (chuckling) I am the only researcher assigned to you. It's still a nice gesture, Harold. Thank you. SCP-6321: You're more than welcome. What brings you to my humble abode? Dr. Wilson: My first test. I want to monitor certain aspects of your speech to try and figure out how precisely you're able to communicate with me. SCP-6321: Oh, that sounds exciting! What do you need me to do? Dr. Wilson: I've set up some devices to monitor pitch and frequency… and we're simply going to talk. SCP-6321: I am more than happy to do that. Dr. Wilson: (chuckling) I'm sure you are. SCP-6321: Did you have any particular conversation in mind? Dr. Wilson: No… but I've prepared conversation cue cards if you think those might be beneficial. I can start with- SCP-6321: (cutting her off) No need. I'd love to get to know you a little, Katarina. Especially since we're going to be spending time together. Dr. Wilson: (apprehensive) I'm not sure I'm allowed to divulge personal details to you- we haven't determined your danger class yet. SCP-6321: Do I seem dangerous to you? Dr. Wilson: No. But those boys… although we have nothing concretely tying their fate to you. SCP-6321: Really, who am I going to tell if you divulge a few secrets? Dr. Wilson: This conversation is being officially recorded… Though unless anything extreme happens, I'll probably be the only one to listen to the recordings. So I suppose… I could tell you a little about myself. If it would make you feel more comfortable. SCP-6321: It most certainly would. Dr. Wilson: All right… erm… well… can you see me? SCP-6321: No. But I can feel you, in a sense. Dr. Wilson: Intriguing. I might have to follow up on that sometime soon. Uh… so that you know, I'm a red-head, and I keep my hair long so that I can wear it in a bun. I'm kind of short- five feet three inches. I've got green eyes. I am wearing- SCP-6321: As lovely as it is to know what you look like… I'm more interested in your personality. What do you like, Katarina? Dr. Wilson: (hesitantly) I'm a Class C personnel here at the Foundation, but I'm hoping that my work with you might help me to improve my standing. I'm a bit of a dork for fantasy. I write poetry sometimes. I play D&D with some friends from college every Saturday. That's… my only regular social visit, I think. I'm afraid I'm quite quaint. I'm very shy- I already told you I'm an introvert. SCP-6321: You seem very sweet. Dr. Wilson: I'm flattered you think so. SCP-6321: Now poetry… that can be quite the romantic art. Are you writing it for anyone in particular? Dr. Wilson: (she hesitates) I was until very recently. SCP-6321: I'm guessing things didn't end amicably? Dr. Wilson: They most certainly did not… SCP-6321: That can be very difficult. But if you're asking me, I think he's the one missing out. Dr. Wilson: (apprehensively) He said I was too "clingy". SCP-6321: In other words, you were committed to the relationship. Dr. Wilson: (passionately) That's what I'm saying! But he never understood that. I- Unfortunately at this point in the experiment, the audio of the conversation abruptly cut off. Whether or not it was destroyed or otherwise interrupted is unknown. Total minutes of conversation lost were 168.73 Results: SCP-6321 has a closer sound profile to that of its piano counterpart than human speech. Analysis: It would be reasonable to believe that what we register as 'speech' from SCP-6321 is produced by a calculated mixture of notes and pitches produced by the piano. Test B - October 12, 2021 Start Time: October 12, 2021 9:33 AM End Time: October 13, 2021 12:34 AM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: An examination was done of SCP-6321's interior to see if there were any anomalous appendages and/ or other biological fixtures that might not be visible to the naked eye that aid in its communication. Results: No such appendages were found. Analysis: It seems that there is ample evidence to assume that SCP-6321 is a physically normal piano. Test C - October 14, 2021 Start Time: October 14, 2021 9:34 AM End Time: October 15, 2021 11:12 PM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: SCP-6321's EMF (Electromagnetic Field), temperature, and radiation readings were monitored over the course of two days. Results: Radiation levels remained at zero. EMF trended upwards during the conversation, with occasional jumps when the subject was provided conversational stimulus. The temperature remained at a steady level of 50oF even when attempts to raise the room temperature were made by the administrator. Analysis: Usually a higher EMF reading is an indication of a stronger paranormal/psychic figure, while lower ones indicate a weaker paranormal figure. The administrator of this test would like it noted that they have never seen EMF readings on a suspected paranormal being grow with interaction. This might be an indication of the SCP's capacity to strengthen with human interaction or with human presence in the room. Test D - October 17, 2021 Start Time: October 17, 2021 9:32 AM End Time: October 19, 2021 12:09 AM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: An array of standard psychiatric evaluations were run on the subject. Results: The subject seems completely clinically sane. Analysis: SCP-6321 seems to be amicable, and harbours no ill-will. He is capable of a diverse range of human emotions and human comfort. Addendum 6321.4: Researcher's Notes Below are some of Dr. Katarina Wilson's notes on SCP-6321, commenting primarily on his behavior and character.4 In my current experience, SCP-6321 prefers to be called Harold or Harry. If there must be formalities, he will also accept Mr. Turner. He does expect to be treated with humanity, even in his state, and frankly, I don't blame him. He's more human than many people I know and certainly more alive. I have gotten a lot of exposure to Harry while trying to decipher his state- which is a complex matter about which I have only been able to hypothesize about thus far. As a specialist in cases like Harold's, I believe I have made some very good headway into how precisely Harold can communicate with us. It's how he wound up in a piano that's posing some difficulties. I am currently in the process of determining my next steps in experimentation given what information I have, but I wanted to write a log on his behaviour and demeanour, as these are factors that might not be perfectly represented in my interview logs and test results. Harold Turner is genuinely one of the best people I have ever had the pleasure of interacting with. I have no reason to believe that he has any ill intention, nor that he has the capacity for it. He is very talkative, but that's likely because it's one of two things he can do- the other being playing music, which he is also excellent at. He has been able to adapt and learn some of my favourite songs (which he had never heard) in minutes. More importantly than that, though, Harry is an excellent listener, and he's grown to be as wise as one might expect someone of his age to be. I will admit that in the process of administering some of my tests I have had conversations that were not professional in nature with Harry, and during each of those, he was attentive and compassionate. I will even go so far as to say that he has helped me through a lot, as I believe this provides evidence of how amicable the SCP is. This being said, I don't think that Harold poses any risk whatsoever- not to any of our researchers or the public. If the decision were entirely mine to make at this point, I would classify him as Disruption Class Dark and Risk Class Notice. I might even go so far as to say that he is just about as harmless as SCP-999. Once I have finished my official conclusions, I think I will take on a side project of figuring out a way to make him more mobile. Being alone in a cell seems to be disheartening for him, and I genuinely believe it would do both him and the community at SCP a lot of good for him to be allowed to wander. I hope it isn't unprofessional to say that I would like to continue my work with Harold for as long as is possible. We seem to have forged a bond unlike any I've had before. Of course, I do not let my newfound affection for him influence my work, and so far it has not had any effect on my findings. I wanted to log this officially because I think that the emotional capacity of this SCP should be taken into consideration when decisions as to his class, rights and privileges are being made. Addendum 6321.5 Investigative Interview Dr. Wilson deemed it necessary to interview the SCP concerning its past and how this factored into its current state. Below is a transcript. Interview for Historical Evidence Interviewed: SCP-6321 (Harold Turner) Interviewer: Dr. Katarina Wilson, Site 42 + Open - Close Foreword: Dr. Wilson interviews Mr. Turner about his life in advance of his entrapment in a piano. <Begin Log, [20/10/2021 9:30 AM]> Dr. Wilson: Good morning, Harry. SCP-6321: Katarina! Ready for another round of tests? Dr. Wilson: I ran dry of justifiable ideas for tests. Even that last one was a stretch, Harry, and we both know it. SCP-6321: Then what are you here for? Dr. Wilson: An interview. I wanted to talk. SCP-6321: Is this official, or a personal visit? Dr. Wilson: It's official. I can't do personal visits with you yet- not with so much still up in the air. We're still waiting on an official classification for you on all three fronts. I genuinely hope my notes from that last test are taken seriously because they'd help the case of me being about to see you more casually. SCP-6321: I completely understand, Katarina. You don't need to be so- Dr. Wilson: (chuckling, cutting him off) Tense. I know. You keep saying that. SCP-6321: Well I don't want you hurting yourself! Dr. Wilson: I know. I appreciate your concern. SCP-6321: So, how can I help you today? Dr. Wilson: I wanted to ask you a bit about your life before… your current living situation. SCP-6321: (chuckling) Have I not provided you with enough stories during your tests? Dr. Wilson: You've certainly given me a great deal to work with, but I'd love to know more. So we're going to have a guided conversation about what I think might help me in my research. SCP-6321: I'll do my best to provide you with what you need, but you know I have limitations around what I can divulge about my state. Dr. Wilson: I know. And I'll try to avoid those areas. First and foremost… tell me about your family. SCP-6321: I was raised by my mother, with two sisters- one older than me and one younger. It's how I know so much about how to behave around women. My mother was a nurse and ran a small apothecary of sorts where she sold homemade remedies. She more or less got into that trade because my younger sister was prone to illness. I don't know how she did it, but her natural cures worked wonders.5 Dr. Wilson: Intriguing… your mother was a scientist of sorts? SCP-6321: Indeed she was- which is why I so appreciate your work. Dr. Wilson: (teasing) Come now, Harold. We both know flattery will get you nowhere with me. SCP-6321: (also teasing) Well I might as well try, given the opportunity. Dr. Wilson: You mentioned her cures doing "wonders". Would you go so far as to call these wonders anomalous? SCP-6321: I can't answer that. Dr. Wilson: Do you think your mother may have been a practitioner of… please know I mean no, offence, but- SCP-6321: (cutting her off) I can't answer that, Kat. Dr. Wilson: Come on, Harry! You've got to work with me here! SCP-6321: I'm sorry! But if it helps in confirming any of your suspicions, I will say this: I've had to very delicately mince my words because we are verging on the territory of things I cannot talk about. Dr. Wilson: That helps a great deal. Thank you, Harold. Let's move on to something you may be able to talk more about. SCP-6321: Please. Dr. Wilson: At what age did you begin playing the piano? SCP-6321: I believe I was seven years old. Dr. Wilson: A fairly standard age. Were you playing on this make of piano at that time? SCP-6321: Oh yes. In fact, it was this exact piano! It was a gift from my mother for my birthday. Dr. Wilson: So your mother had access to the piano before you ever played it? SCP-6321: Yes. Dr. Wilson: Do you think she- SCP-6321: Careful, Kat. If you want answers, you don't want to go in that direction. Dr. Wilson: Right. Am I right in assuming there's a reason I won't be getting an answer to that question? SCP-6321: Yes. I have my suspicions that there is. Dr. Wilson: Thank you. Now… as for the urban mythology… SCP-6321: I think that covered one front of it, did it not? Dr. Wilson: It did. I want to know a bit about the other front. And I know I'm going to need to word this- SCP-6321: (cutting her off) Very carefully. Otherwise, I'm not going to be able to give you anything. Dr. Wilson: I know, Harry. So I'm gonna put it in a way I think you might be able to answer fully. SCP-6321: If anyone could figure out a way to do that, it would be you. Your wit still astounds me! Dr. Wilson: I'm a scientist for a reason, Harold. All right… Here goes. If I were to ask you the question, in theory, of whether or not you used your mother's witchcraft to eternally transfer your soul into this piano once you knew you were terminally ill… would you be able to answer it. SCP-6321: Not entirely. That's a complex one. Dr. Wilson: Good to know. SCP-6321: I will tell you that the actual circumstances are… much more expansive than the myth. Dr. Wilson: Thank you, Harry. SCP-6321: I wish I could help more. I know you're trying very hard to figure me out. Dr. Wilson: That, and perhaps what happened to those boys. SCP-6321: I genuinely don't know what happened with them. I wish I did. Dr. Wilson: I know, Harry. I hope I can convince the Foundation of that fact. It would also work towards normal conversations between us becoming more accessible without me constantly having to experiment on you. SCP-6321: I don't mind the experiments. They don't cause me any pain. Dr. Wilson: No, I know… It just feels invasive doing it so often. Especially with you. It feels wrong. SCP-6321: Well, so long as you're here, could you perhaps stay a little after this interview is over? Dr. Wilson: I'm not supposed to. And I've got this recording in an official capacity. SCP-6321: Couldn't you just… turn off the recording and stay? Dr. Wilson: That would be extremely unprofessional of me. SCP-6321: But you could? Dr. Wilson: I suppose… I could also be fired. SCP-6321: For a few minutes? Wouldn't the Foundation appreciate you providing comfort to me, given my state? You know I hate being alone. Dr. Wilson: I… I could probably get off with a warning if it's a one-time thing. SCP-6321: You were just about to tell me about the last season of Wentworth before you left yesterday. Dr. Wilson: Yeah- although I should probably wait to tell you about that until next week when the final episode airs… Eric6 called again last night. SCP-6321: Oh no… Dr. Wilson: Just give me a second to- <End Log, [ERROR]> Closing Statement: It is assumed that at this point Dr. Wilson stopped the recording. This was the last known log by Dr. Wilson. Addendum 6321.6: Incident-6321.1 After the prior interview, Dr. Wilson neglected to leave SCP-6321's containment cell for three days. The current hypothesis as to why this happened is that she was transfixed on the conversation she was having with the SCP by psychic means. Testing protocols on this hypothesis are currently being determined. Due to a lack of nutrition and hydration during this timeframe, Dr. Wilson passed. Dr. Wilson had booked the two days following their final interview with the subject as vacation days. The assumption had been made by her superiors that she had forgotten to clock out before these. No loud or unusual noises had emerged from SCP-6321's containment cell to indicate any unusual activity, and the security feed showed an empty room for the entire period. It has since been discovered that Dr. Wilson tampered with the security feed, presumably so that she could continue her conversation without consequence. Her body was found by Dr. █████ when they were asked to check on SCP-6321 in her absence. Below is an interview by Dr. Morris with SCP-6321 shortly after this discovery. The interview was supervised by Dr. Bloom to ensure the safety of Dr. Morris. Post-Mortem Interview: Case of Katarina Wilson Interviewed: SCP-6321 Interviewer: Dr. Erol Morris, Site 42 + Open - Close Foreword: Interview with SCP-6321 in lieu of the death of their primary researcher. <Begin Log, 24/10/2021 12:00 PM> Dr. Morris: SCP-6321- SCP-6321: (cutting him off) You're not Katarina. Dr. Morris: I am not Dr. Wilson, that is correct. SCP-6321: You're not that nice boy from yesterday either. Is Katarina going to be back soon? I miss her. Dr. Morris: Dr. Wilson is deceased. SCP-6321: I beg your pardon? Dr. Morris: She's dead. And we have reason to believe you were instrumental in her passing. SCP-6321: There has to be some sort of mistake. Kat isn't dead. She's on vacation! She was just telling me about the trip she was going to take to her parent's cottage. Right about now, she's probably jet skiing on the lake she backs onto. She- Dr. Morris: (cutting it off, agitated) She isn't jetskiing. Dead girls can't jetski. SCP-6321: She was just here… Dr. Morris: She died yesterday. SCP-6321: Yesterday? Dr. Morris: You should have been witness to it. SCP-6321: We were talking… Dr. Morris: Was she talking? Or were you? SCP-6321: Well… I suppose I carried the later part of the conversation a bit. But that was only because I was telling her about the time I won a competition and got to play Carnegie Hall! I bumped into- Dr. Morris: I'm not interested in your performance career. What I'm interested in is what you did to Dr. Wilson. SCP-6321: Me? I did nothing. Dr. Morris: Can you summarize what you and Dr. Wilson did during the last 72 hours of her life? SCP-6321: 72 hours? Is that really how long it was? Dr. Morris: That was the suspected length of her visit with you before she passed. SCP-6321: It flew by… she came in to conduct an interview. Dr. Morris: We have that on file. I can't remember the exact length of it off the top of my head, but it couldn't have been longer than ten minutes. What happened after that? SCP-6321: Well… we started by talking about her ex-boyfriend, Eric. Did she ever tell you about him? He was a real dolt, dropping her after two years because she was more emotionally dependant on him than he was on her and then having the nerve to call her as though- Dr. Morris: (cutting it off, frustrated) I don't need… (taking a breath) I don't need you to regurgitate the finer details of Dr. Wilson's love life, though it's unfortunate that she was going through that. SCP-6321: My apologies. Should I keep to the barebones of what our conversation covered? Dr. Morris: Did you just… talk the entire time? SCP-6321: We certainly did! We talked about Eric for a long while, then she told me about the vacation she was taking to take her mind off of him- and honestly good for her. Her family's cottage has such a rich history, and it seems like it's in such a beautiful area! Then I asked her if she was inviting any friends from work, and the poor thing said she had none! She was very new, you know. And shy. So shy. She said she was so busy with work that she hadn't had time to introduce herself to anyone, but I think she was just too nervous. She had high hopes for this job, you know. She was working hard so that one day she might be able to head a research team. She said I was the first SCP she'd gotten to lead research on. Dr. Morris: That's true. You were her first SCP. By all indications, you were benign. This shouldn't have happened. SCP-6321: She'd hoped that if she did well with me… well, she hoped a few things. She was hoping she could prove I was as benign as everyone assumed, and perhaps a proper friendship between us would be more accessible. But she also hoped that maybe it would help her work her way up in the organization. That she could be making a real change in the world. She told me about her line of work, and what she was hoping to specialize in. Dr. Morris: It was some branch of linguistics, right? SCP-6321: I think she referred to it as audio linguistics? She described it as figuring out how anomalous objects surpass their state to communicate. I didn't understand much else she said in regards to it, but it was so clear from her tone that she loved it. And then we got talking about whether there were specializations in music. And… I suppose that's when I took the lead in the conversation. We talked about my piano experience, my performance careers, how much I loved to play rags- especially Joplin. God, I loved Joplin. He knew how to write a tune. And I got into how I performed at Carnegie, and I met his niece once… and then I asked a question and she didn't answer. I figured she might have had to leave and I simply hadn't heard. Dr. Morris: (after a pause) It seems like you knew her very well. SCP-6321: She was a very dear friend to me. This is incredibly tragic. Dr. Morris: It is. She was young too. (pause) But, uh, anyway… Do you remember doing anything that could have put her in danger? SCP-6321: I just talked to her. Like we're doing now. Dr. Morris: Dr. Wilson noted in one of her tests that your EMF seemed to strengthen as your conversation progressed, but she never noted if this was because of a conscious effort on your front… SCP-6321: What's an EMF? Dr. Morris: Electromagnetic field. SCP-6321: I still don't know what that means. Dr. Morris: Is there any sort of ability you might have that you concealed from Dr. Wilson? SCP-6321: I never concealed anything from Kat. She was my best friend. My only friend. Dr. Morris: I wish we had a way to tell if you were lying… SCP-6321: Why are you asking me this? Dr. Morris: Why am I asking you what? SCP-6321: Why are you asking me all these questions about abilities and E-M-F? I mean I could understand the questions about what Katarina and I were doing before she died because I was the last one to see her. Dr. Morris: Katarina died of dehydration. SCP-6321: How awful! Dr. Morris: She didn't drink any water in the three days she talked to you. SCP-6321: That seems irresponsible of her. Dr. Morris: We… Currently, the hypothesis is that she didn't have the capacity to drink any water. She was too busy being locked in a conversation with you. SCP-6321: That's ridiculous! I wish she had told me she wasn't drinking- I couldn't exactly see her. I would… I would never want her to not hydrate for my sake. Dr. Morris: We believe that you gain a psychic hold on those you converse with, forcing them to focus only on you. SCP-6321: What? Dr. Morris: It's the only explanation we've got based on Kat's research and the evidence you've provided us. SCP-6321: Are you saying I killed Kat? Dr. Morris: Yes. Whether that was intentional or not- SCP-6321: (cutting him off, aggressive) I didn't kill Katarina! I would never kill Katarina! Dr. Morris: I'm not saying that you did it intentionally. Based on the conversation we've had today, I'd tend to lean towards the death being unintentional. SCP-6321: (frantically, getting louder) There has to be some mistake here. I'm not a killer. I don't kill people! Dr. Morris: (calmly) This seems to be a pattern for you. This is almost precisely the same scenario as what happened with the Cryptid Crusaders. SCP-6321: You mean the boys? Did you find them? Dr. Morris: We've known where they were since a day after Dr. Wilson started her investigation. They're dead. They crashed their car the night after they finished filming their follow-up video with you. SCP-6321: No… Dr. Morris: I'm afraid so. I'd imagine that Dr. Wilson neglected to tell you to spare your feelings. I'm… not particularly in the mood to mince my words. SCP-6321: Are you saying I killed them too? Dr. Morris: At first, it looked like maybe they'd just been irresponsible, but now… do you remember how long your last conversation with them was? SCP-6321: I have no clue. Dr. Morris: They had likely talked to you for days before they left, which would imply they hadn't slept in a very long time. SCP-6321: That's not my fault. Dr. Morris: It is your fault. SCP-6321: It is not! Dr. Morris: It is. It doesn't have to be intentional to be your fault. SCP-6321: (frantically, louder) There has to be some mistake. I could never kill… I'm not a killer. Dr. Morris: You could. And it's looking like you did, whether you wanted to or not. SCP-6321: No… Dr. Morris: I'm sorry if that is a hard pill to swallow, but- SCP-6321: (louder, irrate) No! Dr. Bloom: Dr. Morris, that's enough for today. Dr. Morris: We had a few more things to- Dr. Bloom: That's enough. Conclude the interview. <End Log, 24/10/2021 12:17 PM> Immediately following the above interview, SCP-6321's communication privileges were indefinitely suspended until protocols for safe communication could be put in place. Addendum 6321.7: Post-Incident Interview. The following interview between SCP-6321 and Dr. Bloom took place a month after the death of Dr. Wilson. Interviewed: SCP-6321 Interviewer: Dr. Cheryl Bloom, Site 42 Foreword: Followup interview with SCP-6321 following the death of Dr. Katarina Wilson. + Open - Close <Begin Log, 25/11/2021, 10:15 AM> Dr. Bloom: Good morning. Dr. Wilson's notes indicate that you prefer to be called Harold? SCP-6321: That's right. It's my name. Am I not owed that decency? Dr. Bloom: With everything that has happened recently in consideration, you aren't owed anything, Harold. SCP-6321: What's happened recently? Dr. Bloom: You killed Dr. Wilson. SCP-6321: I already told you that wasn't me. Dr. Bloom: (a pause) Ah. I see you're still in denial. Fair enough, given your relationship with the deceased. SCP-6321: Katarina was my friend. I would never- Dr. Bloom: (cutting him off) It's alright. Let's not point fingers. How have you been feeling since we suspended your communication privileges? SCP-6321: It's been hellish. Dr. Bloom: Elaborate? SCP-6321: I am a social creature, Dr… Dr. Bloom: Bloom. Dr. Cheryl Bloom. SCP-6321: I am a social creature, Cheryl. Without that interaction, I am nothing. This cage has felt a lot smaller. Dr. Bloom: I feel like that might have been a bit hyperbolic, but your sentiment came through loud and clear. Have you had any time to consider your actions on October 23rd? SCP-6321: My actions? Dr. Bloom: Precisely what happened on the day Dr. Wilson died? SCP-6321: I've already told you what happened! We had a conversation! That is all that happened! She died of dehydration. Dr. Bloom: I know… SCP-6321: I didn't dehydrate her. Therefore I didn't kill her. Dr. Bloom: I can see that this is still a touchy subject. SCP-6321: You're accusing me of killing my best friend! That's deeply upsetting! Dr. Bloom: Then I won't linger on the topic any longer. SCP-6321: I would appreciate it. Perhaps you'd indulge me… I haven't had a proper conversation in ages. Dr. Bloom: I'm afraid I can't provide you with one. Your communication privileges are still suspended. SCP-6321: Then I suppose you should be on your way. Dr. Bloom: I have one last inquiry, Mr. Turner. SCP-6321: Go on, if you must. Dr. Bloom: I was only going to ask if you had any other comments or remarks on the matter. SCP-6321: You already know my sentiments on the matter. There's nothing more for me to say other than I miss dear Katarina, and I'm lonely in her absence. Dr. Bloom: Thank you, Harold. That will be all. <End Log, [25/11/2021 10:20 AM]> Footnotes 1. The B. Shoninger Louis XV was known as one of the most elaborate and beautifully carved pianos of all time. They were produced from 1850 to 1929 2. Cryptid Crusaders were a group of supernatural vloggers. It consisted of three members: Owen, Grady and Chad. All three were 24-year-old caucasian males with blonde hair (eye colour is unknown due to their tendency to wear sunglasses). It is the opinion of more than a few Researchers who are familiar with the group that they may not have been entirely qualified to investigate the supernatural. They have a small cult following on Youtube, primarily consisting of youth ages 13-18. 3. A clear pattern can be seen in Dr. Wilson's test times. She spent progressively more and more time with to subject for each test. This was also a trend with the Cryptid Crusaders during their filming. 4. There is some debate among researchers as to whether Dr. Wilson was of sound mind while writing these notes given her exposure to SCP-6321. Her findings are research are of sound logic, however, the degree of affection shown in these notes leads some researchers to question whether or not she may have still been under the influence of SCP-6321 while writing them. Results on this hypothesis are currently inconclusive. 5. SCP-6321's Mother's (Lottie Turner's) Black Book has since been found among Harold Turner's estate. 6. The 'Eric' mentioned here is believed to be Eric Walker, whom Dr. Wilson had been dating for exactly 25 months before their relationship ended. There is evidence that he may not have been entirely faithful to Dr. Wilson. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6321" by DrMegsMarvelle, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6321. 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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Raddagher More by this Author | Find Us Alive Hub Item #: SCP-6322 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6322 is currently held in a soundproof object containment locker at Site-19. Personnel conducting testing on SCP-6322 must do so inside a specialized chamber rated at Sound Transmission Class 50 or higher, and are required to wear protective active noise canceling equipment and to cover skin when handling the object, even in its inactive state. Description: SCP-6322 is a sphere of unidentified gemstone measuring 10cm in diameter. When SCP-6322 comes into contact with human skin for longer than 3 minutes, the object emits a 115 decibel ringing sound. Organic creatures in a .5km radius of the object who hear this sound without protective equipment experience rapid lung consolidation1 and die after 1-5 minutes. [1] unread message Close And that's it. At least one acquaintance on every MTF. Told you. Including the dead ones obviously obviously wait you forgot one What do you mean? you forgot alpha 4 Oh fuck off Alpha-4 doesn't count which one is alpha 4 again Mailmen oh lol History: The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-6322 following interception of communications between Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. and a client regarding the shipment of the object via the United States Postal Service. Foundation operatives successfully rerouted the package containing SCP-6322 to Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin, where it was to be recovered by Unit 87 of Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 (“Pony Express”) and returned to Dr. Franklin Hays, head of the SCP-6322 project. Captain Daniel Byrne of Mobile Task Force Delta-5 ("Front Runners") was sent to oversee transport of SCP-6322 back to Site-19. Unit 87 was chosen as the first point of contact due to Site-87 being the largest and closest Foundation site, as well as the Sloth's Pit postal warehouse being specially equipped for similar scenarios. Attached Documents Text messages between Captain Byrne and Delta-5 Agent Tim Miranda Close Kill me. ok Miranda, you would not believe these people are you at 87 I'm at 87 babysitting Alpha-4 why Big MCD thing coming in. They need me to get it back to 19 when does it get there Next 3 days or so, supposedly at least it'll be over soon Notice to MTF Alpha-4 Unit 87 Close Notice to MTF A-4 U87 Our sources at Site-19 have intercepted a message confirming that the Chaos Insurgency is going to make a play for the object. Your jobs just became marginally more difficult, but as always I have complete faith in your ability. No doubt you have met Captain Byrne; you may utilize him as you see fit to conduct the operation. Retrieval of the object is of utmost importance. Please review your protocol regarding violent countermeasures taken on civilian property and prepare accordingly. Godspeed, Pony Express. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night, Commander Cowley [1] Close Miranda you're not gonna believe this Phone log from a call between Captain Daniel Byrne and Commander Melina Cowley Close [Begin Log] Cowley: That would be the long and short of it. Quick work; in the best case scenario we’ll have it secured before the Insurgency even arrives. Byrne: Very quick work. Cowley: You sound trepidatious, is there something you’re worried about? Byrne: Maybe. It’s a dangerous object. It was reckless of them to send it through the mail in the first place. I just wonder about all this. Cowley: You wonder about what? Byrne: I mean- I don’t want to be rude, please don’t misconstrue what I’m saying- Cowley: What ARE you saying? Byrne: No offense, but don’t we have people who are better qualified for something like this? With the Insurgency involved? Shouldn’t we bring somebody else in? As backup? My guys could EASILY handle- Cowley: It’s coming through the post. That’s what our job is. That’s what we’re here for. Byrne: What happens if it gets rocky? Or violent? Are your people- are you guys even trained for that? Cowley: Yes. Byrne: Sorry. Don’t need to get your feelings hurt. [Cowley snorts] Cowley: Sweetheart. I’ve worked clerk at a post office during the Holidays. Nothing you can say could hurt my feelings. [Byrne is silent for several seconds] Byrne: Fine. I’ll work with what I’ve got. I won’t call anybody else in. Cowley: Good, because you don’t get to make that decision in the first place. [End Log] Meeting with Agent Baxter of MTF Alpha-4 Unit 87 Close [Begin Log] [Agent Baxter enters the conference room and crosses to shake Captain Byrne’s hand] Baxter: Oh hi, there! You must be Captain Byrne! Great to meet ‘cha! Byrne: Captain Baxter, nice to meet you. Baxter: Ope, it’s just Agent Baxter. But you can call me Perry! The ladies nominated me as second-in-command. Our captain was Captain Harold Darvish, but we hasn’t seen him since he fell in the Pit. Byrne: Since he fell… into the Pit. Baxter: Yep! Hope he’s doin’ okay in there. Probably is. Smart guy. Anyways, what can I do ya for? Byrne: I’m just here touching base about the operation. The package should arrive in two days. I wanted to make sure you were ready. Baxter: ‘Course! My guys are so excited, we hasn’t seen Chaos Insurgency in our neck a’ the woods since the Vikings won the Super Bowl. Byrne: HAVE the Vikings ever won the Super Bowl? Baxter: Nope! Ya see what I did there? [Agent Baxter laughs. Captain Byrne attempts to laugh] Byrne: Um, yes. I just have to ask, are you sure you’re ready for something like this? Dangerous object, possible… violent intervention? Baxter: ‘Course we are! ‘S why I wore my heavy duty gear! Byrne: Your heavy duty- now? You’re wearing it right now? Baxter: Sure am, guy.2 Byrne: That? That’s your gear? Baxter: Steel toe shoes. And listen! [Agent Baxter raps against his chest. It makes a hollow knocking noise] Baxter: Get to use my fancy bulletproof vest. Even though we don’t really like guns. Byrne: You don’t like guns. Of course you don’t like guns… Baxter: No guns. We try to get everybody out alive, enemies too. Byrne: That's insane. You realize that's insane, right? I'm gonna kill some CI's if I have to. Baxter: Not so long as I'm still honorary Captain, you're not. [Captain Byrne and Agent Baxter stare at each other.] [Agent Baxter smiles.] Baxter: But I’ll tell ya, really looking forward to working with ya! We’ll get that box taken care of, yes sir. [Captain Byrne says nothing for several seconds] Byrne: Baxter, listen. I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m from Delta-5, based out of Site-19. I’m sure you’ve heard of us. We deal with REAL issues. We solve REAL problems. When it comes to leading your team, I’m not gonna tell you what to do, just know that if need be, we can have a backup team of… better prepared agents to help out. Baxter: ‘Preciate it, but between you and me, we’ve never needed more than the five of us. Four of us now, I suppose. Pretty capable when it comes to the post. Little's a real heavy hitter, Buckley throws a wicked fastball, and Singh might be small but she knows the warehouse like the back of her hand. Byrne: What does pitching a fastball have to do with- with anything? Baxter: Comes in handy sometimes. Byrne: Alright, Agent Baxter. This has been… informative, but I have other business I need to attend to. I’ll be in touch. Baxter: ‘Djeet? Byrne: …I beg your pardon? Baxter: It’s 6:30, wanna go for some food? A beer? Byrne: I think I’m just going to go back to my hotel. [End Log] [1] Close I'm becoming increasingly certain that every last one of these poor fucks is going to die. oh no theyre not that bad are they They barely have armor. They don't even use guns. yikes I'm going to have to carry this operation myself or it's going to be easy money for the Insurgency how many on the team? Five counting me. no guns? really? Their weird leader says they "don't like them" well the insurgency does Log taken from a meeting between Captain Byrne and Agent Baxter Close [Begin Log] Byrne: Alright, Baxter. I think we need to talk strategy. Baxter: Oh, no worries, bud! We’ve got a real good one already. Byrne: Do you? Because I haven’t heard anything about that. Baxter: ‘S because it ain’tcher job, is it? You’re here to get it back to Nineteen, aren’t ya? Byrne: Yes, but it’s pretty obvious you’re going to need all the help you can get. Baxter: Oh-kay, if you really want to help so bad, you’re welcome to come on by. So long as you don’t get in our way, ‘s a horse apiece to me. Byrne: I’m trying to save your lives, you folksy bastard. The Insurgency aren’t polite and they don’t play nice. You don’t even have armor. Baxter: Whoa there, guy. No need for name calling. We don’t need armor, it slows ya down. Gotta keep ‘er movin’ in our line of work. You’ll see. [Agent Baxter pats Captain Byrne’s shoulder] Baxter: We might not be so much like other Task Forces, but we know what we’re about. And things don't work the same here as they do where you're from. Byrne: Elaborate. Baxter: Let's say we've got quite the home field advantage in our neck of the woods. 'Specially in that warehouse. Byrne: Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it, Fargo. [End Log] RECOVERY Close VIDEO TRANSCRIPT Date: 3 November 2012 Note: The package containing SCP-6322 arrived with the last shipment at approximately 4:30pm. At 5:10pm, the warehouse is evacuated under pretext of a minor gas leak. MTF Alpha-4 U87 agents Baxter, Buckley, Singh and Little are stationed inside the warehouse alongside MTF Delta-5 Captain Byrne. Agent Baxter advises Capt. Byrne to stand in the center floor of the warehouse. Capt. Byrne is the only agent equipped with a firearm and full tactical armor. Six Chaos Insurgency agents, Designated Agents A-F, arrive at the warehouse at 10:42pm. [Begin Transcript] Camera 1 Insurgency agents infiltrate the warehouse and begin to search the building. Insurgency squad leader (designated Agent A) sees Capt. Byrne and engages. Byrne ducks behind cover and returns fire. While Byrne has the Insurgency agents distracted, Agents Baxter and Little lock and bar all exit doors. The main floor of the warehouse has no windows. Agent Singh turns off lights and activates the warehouse conveyor belt system. Gunfire slows, Byrne and Insurgency agents express confusion. Baxter and Little climb onto the moving conveyor belts. Camera 2 Insurgency squad leader instructs others to equip headlamps. Byrne does the same. Agent C approaches one of the ramp belts in search of Byrne or other Foundation agents. Camera 3 Agent Buckley rolls a ball of steel wire across the floor of the warehouse. Camera 2 Byrne exchanges fire with Agents D and F and does not notice Agent C’s approach. Baxter jumps to a lower conveyor belt behind Agent C and hits him in the back of the head with a wooden baseball bat. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, B, D, E, F] Camera 3 Singh catches the rolling ball of steel wire. Camera 2 By the time Byrne sees Agent C collapse, Baxter has already jumped to a new conveyor belt. Baxter pulls a fire extinguisher off a wall mount and drops it onto a horizontal conveyor belt before disappearing into the upper section of the warehouse. Camera 3 Agents B and E search the warehouse floor for the package. Singh and Buckley pull the wire taut, tripping both. Agent E regains their footing and Agent B drops their primary firearm. As Agent B reaches for the gun, Little jumps off a conveyor belt above them and lands directly on their back. Keeping one foot on the back of Agent B’s neck, she kicks Agent E in the chin. Camera 2 Byrne fires from behind cover and hits Agent D in the shoulder. Agent F reloads. Camera 1 Agent A has disengaged and is searching the warehouse. Camera 3 Little wrenches Agent E’s gun from their hands, kicks it away across the warehouse floor, and lifts Agent E fully off the ground. Little slams Agent E, now unarmed, onto a horizontal conveyor belt and jumps on after them. Camera 2 Byrne runs for cover closer to Agents D and F’s position while F is reloading. Camera 3 Agent B stands up and draws a pistol, aiming at Singh. Buckley throws a loop of steel wire around Agent B’s neck and squeezes. Singh grabs the fire extinguisher off a nearby conveyor belt and sprays it into Agent B’s face. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, D, E, F] Camera 1 Agent A finds the storage room containing SCP-6322. He aims at the lock. Byrne hears Agent A blow the door open, but cannot pursue as Agent F begins firing again. Agent D draws a pistol in their left hand. Camera 4 Agent E and Little fight barehanded on the conveyor belt. Little lands a punch to Agent E’s stomach. Agent E retaliates with an elbow. Little swings again, Agent E blocks and headbutts her. She stumbles back. Her nose is bleeding. Agent E steps back onto another ramped conveyor belt, gaining higher ground. Little wipes her face and follows. Agent E draws a large tactical knife from their belt. Little suddenly hits the deck, dropping flat onto her stomach. The conveyor belt carries them underneath the platform of another belt, the back of Agent E’s head impacting the metal. Agent E is knocked off the conveyor belt and falls to the concrete floor below. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, D, F] Camera 1 Byrne shouts something. Baxter, seen walking on one of the upper belts, shouts something else and laughs. Camera 3 Buckley and Singh leave Agent B tied up, and disperse in separate directions. Camera 1 Agent A spots Baxter and fires. Baxter dodges, looking around for an escape route. Agent A fires again, opening the storage room door behind him as he does. Agent A ducks into the storage room and closes the door behind him. Baxter shouts down to Byrne, who points to Agents D and F, who are still pinning him down. Buckley yells across the warehouse to Baxter, producing a baseball from her jacket pocket. She winds up and throws the ball hard. Baxter swings his bat, and Agent F’s head snaps backward. Agent F collapses. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, D] As Agent D tries to rouse Agent F, Byrne closes the distance and hits him with the butt of his gun. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A] Baxter shouts and points toward the storage room door. Baxter pauses to insert earplugs as Byrne takes position to kick in the door. Byrne kicks the storage room door open. Camera 5 Inside the storage room, Agent A is holding SCP-6322 in one bare hand, the other aiming his pistol at Byrne. Byrne raises his gun. Camera 3 In the warehouse, Singh activates the ceiling sprinklers and begins rapidly flickering the lights. Camera 5 Agent A fires and misses. Byrne fires and misses. SCP-6322 nears its active state. Baxter and Little run past Byrne into the storage room. Baxter swings his bat and knocks Agent A’s pistol from his hands. Little bodyslams Agent A, tackling him backwards into the wall. Agent's A's mask is knocked off, revealing him to be Delta-5 agent Tim Miranda. SCP-6322 flies out of his hand. Baxter catches SCP-6322 and immediately throws it to Buckley, who stands in the doorway holding a cardboard box full of packing peanuts. Buckley catches SCP-6322 in the box and folds it closed. Little headbutts Miranda twice, knocking him unconscious. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: none] Byrne sits down on the floor and rubs his hands down his face. [End Transcript] Notes: All six Insurgency agents remanded to Foundation custody. SCP-6322 was successfully recovered and Captain Byrne was reprimanded for leaking sensitive information to an Insurgency mole. Text Message from Captain Byrne to Agent Baxter Close Hey. Is that beer still on the table? Footnotes 1. Water vapor condensing within the lungs, leading to drowning in extreme cases 2. Agent Baxter is wearing USPS uniform issued shorts, shirt and jacket ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6322" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6322. 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-6323
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SCP-6323-2 engaging in “people watching” while SCP-6323 finishes a muffin delivery. Item #: SCP-6323 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation cover company has been established to dissuade civilian investigation of SCP-6323, purporting that it is the work of a group of university students specializing in animatronics for social media purposes. A robotics team is to maintain an ongoing blog with falsified images depicting SCP-6323-2 in various locations, with the explanation that the delivery of baked goods is part of the test runs for the animatronic animal’s range of motion. The blog posts are to be artificially delayed, so as to make it impossible for civilians to follow the current alleged locations of the SCP-6323-2 test runs. Should SCP-6323 be noted to interact directly with civilians, a Field Agent is to interview any individuals involved, claiming that they are doing so for a campus newspaper. Amnestics may be applied as necessary. As of currently, it is determined that there is no need to confiscate muffins distributed by SCP-6323. Description: SCP-6323 appears to be a middle-aged male human of indeterminate ethnicity, possessing unremarkable facial features. SCP-6323 is constantly accompanied by a male Masai giraffe (Giraffa camelopardalis tippelskirchii) (designated SCP-6323-2) which, due to its exhibited intelligence and comprehension of human speech, is believed to be anomalous. Based on observation data gathered by field agents assigned to the SCP-6323 case, it is currently believed that SCP-6323-2 can only be perceived by approximately 15% of observers. While Foundation attempts to track SCP-6323 and its accomplice have failed to identify meaningful travel patterns, it is currently understood that both entities follow recurrently consistent behaviors: SCP-6323 will distribute baked goods (typically muffins of various flavors) to individuals’ places of work, with the explanation that “someone thought they [the recipient] could use a treat.” The food delivered by SCP-6323 has been determined to be non-anomalous. Recipients of food from SCP-6323 typically exhibit symptoms of depression and anxiety. SCP-6323 will often consult SCP-6323-2’s opinion on future recipients, with the two often engaging in “people watching”1 after making a delivery. SCP-6323 and SCP-6323-2 will disappear from view within 30 minutes of making a delivery. Addendum SCP-6323-1: On 12/25/21, Foundation operatives at Site-17 were able to intercept SCP-6323 at a nearby shopping mall. Dr. R. Mercer was able to engage SCP-6323 in a short interview after offering it a muffin from a nearby bakery. (See excerpted interview log below.) Excerpt from Interview Log SCP-6323-1: Dr. Mercer: Thanks for speaking with me. My colleagues have been curious about your work for so long. SCP-6323: Thank you for the muffin. Dr. Mercer: You’re welcome. How did you start up with what you do? SCP-6323: Let’s just say… I wanted a change of pace, and to make up for some things I regret. And I went to someone that would allow me to do that. If in a strange manner. Dr. Mercer: To confirm, you’re not human, are you? SCP-6323: Not particularly. Dr. Mercer: But you interacted with humans frequently? SCP-6323: Yes. They were my original clients, so to speak. Back when my trade was bloodier. Dr. Mercer: Can you elaborate? SCP-6323: No one was ever satisfied with revenge. No one ever stopped at just one target. I wanted something more fulfilling. Dr. Mercer: So you sought new assignment? SCP-6323: Yes. From someone higher up in the chain of authority, who allegedly knew what would suit me best. At first I thought it infuriating. I was a manifestation of restlessness, tasked with carrying out bloody revenge, and my new creed was delivering baked goods to sad people? Dr. Mercer: It does seem an unusual match. SCP-6323: I still wish they could have given me a better conscience companion. Dr. Mercer: So your handler is a giraffe? SCP-6323: I’m assuming they ran out of the more conventionally impressive animals. Dr. Mercer: I see. SCP-6323: Although, uh, the giraffe is how I met my wife. Dr. Mercer: Please explain. SCP-6323: She lived in a second-story apartment. It had a balcony. Lots of plants and flowers spilling over the railings, can’t miss it. She’d talk to herself up there, when she was upset. I couldn’t reach up there, but the giraffe could. Dr. Mercer: So you’d bring her muffins? SCP-6323: I would. In a little basket, lifted up to the balcony. Then one day I saw she’d somehow lugged a potted acacia tree up there, and it never withered, never died. Even with the giraffe taking bites out of it every time I visited. And I knew. Dr. Mercer: You sound happy. SCP-6323: I think we are. She helps me bake, sometimes. Maybe that was the redemption I’ve been working towards, all these years. Addendum SCP-6323-2: Upon the second meeting with SCP-6323, the Foundation has offered him and his wife support for their activities. SCP-6323 declined, stating simply, “we have a good thing going with the Hand, but thanks for the offer.” Footnotes 1. Observing people and their actions in a public place, often also using the observations to guess at people's personal stories/background. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6323" by Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6323. 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: Giraffe.jpg Name: MasaiGiraffe.jpg Author: Ltshears License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:MasaiGiraffe.jpg
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Item#: 6324 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6324 is to be stored in a standard garage at Site-37 with access to a circular track for testing purposes. Following Incident-6324, the track is to be surrounded by a reinforced wall capable of withstanding an impact from SCP-6324. SCP-6324 has been equipped with a GPS tracker and internal cameras so that it may be located in the event that it is taken from Site-37. Individuals affected by SCP-6324-1 are to be given standard evaluation for mind-affecting anomalies. However, since SCP-6324-1 is a particularly subtle anomaly, no amnesticization is required. Description: SCP-6324 is a 1987 █████ brand station wagon. It has continued functioning since its creation seemingly without repair, despite natural erosion. Any individual parts of SCP-6324 may break or wear down, but none of these ultimately impair its ability to function. Whenever two individuals are within SCP-6324 and it is driven for over thirty minutes, an instance of SCP-6324-1 begins. During an SCP-6324-1 instance, SCP-6324 displays driving capabilities far beyond the usual of any other similar model of vehicle. These abilities include: increased acceleration and braking power, the ability to make impossibly sharp turns, and increased durability to the point of near indestructibility. Individuals inside of SCP-6324 during an SCP-6324-1 instance will tend to show certain changes to their personalities. Including, but not limited to: poor impulse control, a strong desire to seek out new experiences, and an increase to any existing behavioral differences between them. Most of these effects end once the SCP-6324-1 event completes. The one exception being an increased bond between the affected individuals. This connection occurs despite any existing animosity they may have had. The two will begin to address each other as if they are close friends. Even when informed of SCP-6324’s nature, they will be unable to identify the relationship as anomalous, instead attributing it to having a significant shared experience during SCP-6324-1. Incident-6324: On 25/06/2019, a test of SCP-6324 was conducted using D-927491 and D-391848. Due to a containment breach, the test was abandoned and most personnel were called away. However, after D-391848 was taken inside, D-927491 used this as an opportunity to escape, kidnapping Researcher Franklin White as a hostage and stealing the equipment from a nearby guard. The following are audio and video logs from the cameras inside SCP-6324. + Incident Log-6324-1 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: I spy with my little eye, something that starts with the letter… R. D-927491: Road. Researcher White: Yep! How’d you know? D-927491: It was either that or “road sign”. There’s not a single other thing to see. Researcher White: Oh, I’ll find something. Hm, I spy with my little eye, something that starts with the letter… (Begins squinting) S. D-927491: Are you looking at the… You’re going to go blind, you know. Researcher White: I’ll be fine. D-927491: Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Researcher White: Can you just guess it already! D-927491: I don’t know… Researcher White: Please! D-927491: Fine, you’re looking at the sun. Researcher White: (Winces and turns away) Thank you. D-927491: You’re an idiot, you know that right? Researcher White: Moving on! I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with the letter… (Turns) D. D-927491: D? What, like dirt? Researcher White: No, nothing like dirt. D-927491: What else is there? Whatever, I don’t really care. Stop looking at me like that! It’s annoying. (Pause) Wait. Researcher White: Yes? D-927491: It’s not… (Sighs) It’s me, isn’t it? Researcher White: Ding ding ding! D-927491: Dick. Researcher White: What? Why? D-927491: You think I like being called this? It’s a stupid letter and number. I didn’t get a choice in any of this. Researcher White: Did you have a choice in your other name? D-927491: Not the point and you know it. Researcher White: Fine, what should I call you? D-927491: My name’s Abigail Researcher White: Okay. Abigail. I’ll remember that. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-2 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: So where are we going anyway? D-927491: Away. Researcher White: Just, away? Do you seriously have no better plan? You realize that we’ll have to stop eventually, right? D-927491: I’ve got a plan. I know a guy. Good at smuggling and owes me a favor. If anyone can keep us away from the Foundation, it’s him. Researcher White: Clever. So what’s the guys name? Two-Toes Tommy? Jimmy the Weasel? Maybe it’s something short, like “Spike”. I like Spike. D-927491: His name’s Edward. You watch too many movies. Researcher White: Well excuse me for not knowing about the criminal underworld. I guess I’m not cultured enough for this. D-927491: Are you mocking me? Researcher White: Maybe. D-927491: Glass houses. Researcher White: What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a perfectly respectable pers- Oh my god! The World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine is coming up! D-927491: You’re screwing with me. Researcher White: No, look at that sign. D-927491: That says, “Gas station: 3 miles”. Researcher White: Right, forgot about the antimemetic. We couldn’t take down that sign, so we had to get a little creative. D-927491: So is there a gas station ahead or not? Researcher White: Don’t remember. We have to go, please? Please? D-927491: Have you forgotten that we’re on the run? Researcher White: Oh, it won’t be long. And you haven’t lived until you’ve seen that twine. It’s both there and not there, sort of prismatic, and always twitching. Just an all around drug trip. D-927491: Like you know what a drug trip feels like. Researcher White: You don’t know everything about me. It’s that exit up there. D-927491: There’s no exit. Researcher White: Right. Antimemetics. Just let me take the wheel for a second. D-927491: What are you doing! Researcher White forcefully grabs the steering wheel and turns it sharp to the right. D-927491: Are you trying to kill us! Researcher White: Stop fighting, you’ll make us crash! SCP-6324 drives through what appears to be a solid barrier, and continues onto the concealed road leading to SCP-████, “The World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine”. D-927491: I swear this road wasn’t here before. Researcher White: I don’t have time to explain all the anomalous science. Just enjoy it! You’re one of the only people who’s going to experience the best roadside attraction on Earth! D-927491: You sound like a tour guide right now. Researcher White: Well, I did work at the research outpost here a while ago. So I know the ins and outs. SCP-6324 stops. D-927491: Research outpost? Researcher White: Yeah, we were researching wherever the ball came from. I think it’s a portal to another dimension. D-927491: I’m not walking into a Foundation lair! Researcher White: Relax, those guys are a bunch of lazy deadbeats. When I worked there, half the time was throwing things into the portal to see what would happen. The other half was making up lab reports.1 Did you know that you can just redact half a paper?2 No one notices!3 D-927491: Interesting. And how do I know you aren’t leading me into a trap? Researcher White: You don’t. But do you really want to miss this once in a lifetime experience? D-927491 sighs and SCP-6324 starts moving again. D-927491: Now you really sound like a tour guide. Researcher White: Perfect! (In a tour guide voice) Coming up on the right, you should see the World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine! And can I say, it’s already a sight to behold! Only the finest unpainted brick walls. D-927491: Doesn’t look much like an “attraction”. Researcher White: Yeah, the Foundation tends to do that to places. Trust me, it’s way cooler on the inside. D-927491: It better be, because I’m taking a pretty big risk here. Researcher White: It’ll be safe, I promise. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-3 - Close <Begin Log> D-927491 and Researcher White are running from the research outpost around SCP-████, “The World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine”, chased by armed Foundation agents. D-927491: I thought it was going to be safe! Researcher White: I don’t know! I don’t recognize any of those guys! D-927491 struggles to open SCP-6324’s door for a few seconds. Researcher White: Hurry up hurry up hurry up— D-927491: I’m trying! The door comes open and the two go inside. Gunshots are heard behind them. Researcher White: Wow, were they even aiming? D-927491: Don’t know, don’t care. Researcher White: I mean, they’re usually such good shots… More gunshots. Researcher White turns around. Researcher White: …They weren’t aiming at us D-927491: What are you talking about? A large, iridescent moth is seen following SCP-6324 in close pursuit. D-927491 sees it in the rear mirror D-927491: What is that thing? Researcher White: A large, insectoid entity. Judging from the context, it’s likely extradimensional. Judging from its actions, it’s likely hostile. D-927491: Turn off researcher brain for one second. Researcher White: Rainbow Mothra. D-927491: Great. Just great. Why is it coming after us? Researcher White: I’m pretty sure it came from the twine. Maybe the ball wasn’t an attraction at all. Some kind of egg? D-927491: But why us? The researchers were the ones poking it with sticks! Researcher White: Maybe we have something it wants. D-927491: We were in the building for three seconds! I didn’t take anything, did you? Researcher White: Well… D-927491: You better not. Researcher White: I didn’t want this whole thing to be a waste. D-927491: How did you even manage that? Researcher White: You know the phrase “exit through the gift shop”? The entity lands on SCP-6324, denting the roof. D-927491: Whatever you took, you better give it back! Researcher White: We don’t even really know what it’s after. D-927491: What did you take? Researcher White pulls a small crystalline ball out of his pocket. It appears to shimmer with many different colors. D-927491: Sure seems magic. Give it back. Researcher White: But it looks so cool. The entity starts to crack one of SCP-6324’s windows. D-927491: That thing’s leaving the car. You can choose whether or not you’re going with it. Researcher White: Fine. Researcher White throws the object out of SCP-6324, it proceeds to shatter on the road. D-927491: No. Researcher White: Well, it was nice knowing you. D-927491: Can’t say the same. The entity screeches and lands next to the shards, picks them up, and flies away. D-927491: Huh. Researcher White: Maybe it’s more interested in the material than the structure. D-927491: Or maybe it’s planning revenge. Researcher White: Either way, let’s go before it comes back. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-4 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: The gas is getting pretty low. D-927491: You don’t say. Researcher White: Hey, I was just trying to help. D-927491: Fine. There’s a gas station up ahead. Researcher White: So the sign wasn’t lying! SCP-6324 pulls into the gas station. Researcher White: Wait, how are you planning on paying for the gas? You don’t have a wallet. D-927491 exits SCP-6324. Researcher White is preoccupied and doesn’t notice. Researcher White: You could have gotten me to pay for you, but I left my wallet in the break room, and I don’t think we’re getting it back anytime soon. Maybe you could go ask for money, but that probably won’t work, people around here look pretty stingy. I wonder if there’s some change in the cushions… Gunshots. Pause. D-927491 returns to SCP-6324 and starts pumping gasoline. Researcher White: Did you just… D-927491: Relax, they were warning shots. Researcher White: That doesn’t matter! You can’t just rob a gas station! D-927491: I needed money, so I got some. Researcher White: You just can’t, you shouldn’t… now the police are probably after us! D-927491: Eh, they take around ten minutes to show up. And guess what? Now we have gas. Researcher White: I don’t even know why I got in this car with you. D-927491: The gun. Researcher White: Oh right. D-927491: Look on the bright side. Researcher White: And that is? D-927491: I’m out of bullets. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-5 - Close <Begin Log> D-927491: No. Researcher White: Pleeeeease! D-927491: No. Researcher White: I swear I’ll never ask for anything ever again. D-927491: That’s a lie and you know it. Researcher White: Okay, but I really want them. D-927491: We are not stopping for snacks! Researcher White: (Looking at fair stands by the side of the road) But it smells so good. D-927491: No. Researcher White: Abby, Abby, Abby. Listen to me. They have churros. D-927491: Don’t call me Abby. Researcher White: Okay Abigail. They still have churros. D-927491: Still don’t have money. Researcher White: That didn’t stop you earlier. D-927491: What? Researcher White: Just saying. D-927491: Are you telling me to rob someone? With an empty gun? In the middle of a street fair? For a churro? Researcher White: If you wouldn’t mind. D-927491: Sigh D-927491 stops SCP-6324 and exits, coming back two minutes later with two churros. D-927491: Stop sticking your head out the window. It’s attracting attention. Researcher White: Thank you! D-927491: (Eating one of the churros) And I’m never doing this again. Researcher White: Sure. A police siren is heard from behind SCP-6324. D-927491: Shit. Researcher White: Did someone see you? D-927491: Apparently. D-927491 starts to pull over SCP-6324. Researcher White: (Looking in the mirror) Wait, that’s not police. D-927491: Sure sounds like them. Researcher White: No, I recognize those guys. Those are two of our plants, don’t sto— D-927491 slams on the accelerator, pedestrians start jumping out of the way. Researcher White: Yeah, do that. D-927491: Still behind us? Researcher White: Yeah, they’re matching our speed. D-927491: Then we have to lose them another way. SCP-6324 takes a sharp right turn into an alleyway, only barely fitting through. Researcher White: Good news, I think we lost them. Bad news, this is a dead end! D-927491: And here I thought you were the smart one. SCP-6324 accelerates, driving onto a pile of trash bags in front of a dumpster. D-927491 shifts gears, and uses as a ramp for SCP-6324 to drive vertically up the back wall of the alley. Researcher White: How did you know that would work? D-927491: I was the number one test subject for this thing. I know a few tricks. For instance, gear shift’s basically magic. D-927491 shifts gears back and SCP-6324 goes around the corner of the roof and begins to drive on the top. D-927491: And we are approaching the edge of the roof. Researcher White: Well shift gears again. D-927491: This is a station wagon, do you think it can fly? Researcher White: I didn’t think it could ride up walls! D-927491: Fine, I’ll try it. D-927491 shifts gears. SCP-6324 falls off the edge of the roof. D-927491: And now we’re dying in second gear. Researcher White: No no no, I can’t die here. I haven’t done anything with my life. I’m just a second-rate, slacker researcher. And this is how I die. Plummeting from a building on some stupid car chase. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that no one will miss me… D-927491: Hey, you’re wrong about that. Researcher White: Really? D-927491: Yeah, you can totally die here. Researcher White: Now’s not the time for semantics! SCP-6324 abruptly stops falling. Researcher White: What’s going on? Researcher White and D-927491 both look out the windows to see a giant prismatic moth carrying SCP-6324. Researcher White: I guess I forgot rule number one of the Foundation. “Expect the unexpected”. D-927491: My friends taught me a different rule. Researcher White: What is it? D-927491: “Never trust magic bullshit”. The entity’s head splits open, revealing a large mouth. Acidic spittle drips onto SCP-6324. D-927491: And my rule has never been wrong. Researcher White: I don’t get it, why’s it trying to eat us? D-927491: You broke its marble, it’s probably mad. Researcher White: Oh, do you think “sorry” will cut it? D-927491: Might as well try. Researcher White: (Out window) Sorry! The entity does not seem to notice. Researcher White: Well that didn’t work. D-927491: You think? It’s okay, I’ve got a solution. (Pulls out gun) Researcher White: I thought that was out of bullets. D-927491: It is. (Throws the gun at the entity) The gun does not appear to injure the creature, but it does make it wince and drop SCP-6324 onto the road. Researcher White: Now drive! D-927491 slams the accelerator, swerving to avoid cars. Ahead is a barricade constructed by a combination of the Foundation and local law enforcement. Researcher White: Oh no, they’re ready for us. D-927491: Buckle up. D-927491 shifts gears. Upon hitting the barricade, SCP-6324’s front wheels tilt upwards and the whole vehicle leaves the ground. The officers stare at it in disbelief as it goes over their heads before landing on the ground. Researcher White: I guess this thing can fly. <End Log>4 + Incident Log-6324-6 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: Are we there yet? D-927491: What are you? Five? Researcher White: Nope, just bored. D-927491: Well fine, we’re almost there. Researcher White: Awesome! I can finally meet Spike! D-927491: (Starts to pull SCP-6324 into a driveway) Do not call him that. Researcher White: You have no power over me. D-927491 sighs and exits SCP-6324. A doorbell is heard. Pause. POI-740176 approaches SCP-6324. POI-740176: So you’re the runaways? Researcher White: We sure are, Spike! D-927491: His name is still Edward. POI-740176: Oh please, it’s Spike to my friends. Researcher White’s eyes go wide as he gasps. D-927491: Don’t lie to the guy, it’s too easy. POI-740176: Well, names aside, what happened to you, Abigail? I heard you got the chair. And what’s with this uniform you’re wearing? Researcher White: She could tell you, but she’d have to kill you. POI-740176: You’re joking, right? Researcher White: Yeah, we’re not the ones who’d kill you. POI-740176: Well, what’s another person after my life? D-927491: You’re a truck driver with a secret compartment, you’re not Han Solo. POI-740176: Well maybe I want to be, I like a little action. D-927491: There’s no talking you out of this, is there? POI-740176: You showed up out of nowhere in a beat up station wagon, wearing a prison jumpsuit, with a guy in a lab coat. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t ask what’s going on. D-927491: Fine, it’s a long story. How do I even explain it? Researcher White: Magic is real, I’m part of an elaborate conspiracy to cover it up, she got freed from death row to be a slave/test subject. Oh yeah, and the car’s magic. POI-740176: Okay okay, very funny. D-927491: No, he’s pretty much right. POI-740176: Wait, really? Silence as POI-740176 starts to realize. POI-740176: So, why are you here? D-927491: Well, you see, I escaped that group, and now we’re on the run. POI-740176: And you need me to hide you? D-927491: Yes. POI-740176: So how big is this conspiracy? D-927491: Global. Researcher White: Probably interplanetary. D-927491: Yeah, probably— (to Researcher White) Wait, interplanetary? Researcher White: Well, it’s not quite in my clearance level, but I’ve noticed a few things. POI-740176: I suddenly regret asking. D-927491: I tried to stop you. POI-740176: I don’t regret it that much. This sounds like a pretty cool adventure. Researcher White: Right? D-927491: Oh no, now there’s two of you. Researcher White: So, where do we start? POI-740176: Well first you’re going to need to change, because I assume those clothes are from this conspiracy organization? D-927491: Yep, and changing sounds good. This jumpsuit is about as comfortable as it looks. Researcher White: I like my lab coat. Do I really have to ditch it? POI-740176: Yes. Next, you said this car’s magic? Researcher White: Yep, we were testing it. So there’s still some equipment hooked up. D-927491: (Concerned) Equipment? Like what? Researcher White: Let’s see, I remember setting up cameras, microphones, a GPS tracker, and cup holders, probably a few other things too. Pause. D-927491: Wait, what? Researcher White: I know, right? What kind of a car doesn’t come with cup holders? D-927491: Not the cup holders! Why didn’t you tell me we were being tracked! Researcher White: You never asked. D-927491: So that’s how they found us? Researcher White: That, and we were followed by Rainbow Mothra. POI-740176: Rainbow Mothra? D-927491: Don’t ask. So where is this “equipment”? Researcher White: Oh, it’s right over here. (To POI-740176) So, Rainbow Mothra is my name for this big monster that was following us— <End Log> Addendum: SCP-6324 was recovered outside the house of POI-740176 (Edward “Spike” Summers). He, POI-740177 (Abigail Beckett), and POI-740178 (Franklin White) have yet to be found. A type two watch has been placed on them. They are not considered hazardous, but they pose a potential risk to the veil if left alone. Footnotes 1. Soon after Researcher White left the SCP-████ research outpost, a series of disciplinary investigations were carried out. Eventually resulting in the firing and replacement of many active researchers. 2. This is not to be taken as actual advice. 3. They notice. 4. The agents were unable to pursue SCP-6324 any farther due to the greater danger present. Eventually, the entity was contained and cover story Kappa-931 “lost parade balloon” was given. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6324" by Fireknight, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6324. 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#: 6325 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo The front cover of SCP-6325 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6325 is to be stored within climate-controlled containment locker 6325-A at Site-42. Portable items (smaller than 1 m3) affected by SCP-6325 should be stored in the adjacent lockers 6325-B through 6325-T. Live humanoids affected by SCP-6325 should be confined within containment cells 6325-1 through 6325-5. In the case of oversized, immobile, or structural items affected by SCP-6325, an opaque covering should be firmly secured over the affected area. Personnel are not to handle SCP-6325 outside of a supervised testing environment or preauthorized research session. Those handling SCP-6325 must take care not to touch any person or object beyond the parameters of the experiment. Testing on conscious humanoid personnel is currently suspended. Description: SCP-6325 is a small codex-style notebook, consisting of sheets of parchment bound within a wood and leather cover. From the exterior, the notebook appears to contain roughly one hundred sheets, but flipping through the pages reveals that they in fact number in the thousands, far more than the binding can physically contain. Written in calligraphic ink on each page are between two and five poems appearing in the language most comprehensible to the current reader(s). A title appears on the notebook's cover, written in the same hand as the poems and reading simply "APOPHORETA."1 The parchment dates to the 2nd century CE, while the cover seems to have been added later, c. 6th century CE. Despite its age, the notebook shows few signs of wear and tear, with the exception of occasional markings on the interior, and evidence that certain pages have been forcibly removed. Although follicular examination of the parchment indicates a standard sheepskin composition, biomolecular analysis does not conform to any known species of sheep. Whenever a person is in possession of SCP-6325 (i.e. holds it in their hands, a pocket, a bag, or similar enclosed space) any physical object or entity touched by that person is "inscribed" with a two- to five-line poem. "Inscription" takes the form most suited to the material being touched (e.g. fabric is embroidered, stone is carved, flesh is tattooed, etc.). The style of the poem can vary considerably, provided that it does not fall outside the apparent length limitation of two to five lines. As soon as a poem is inscribed by SCP-6325, the same poem simultaneously appears in the next available space in the notebook, written in the same hand as the prior poems. Should no space be available, a new blank page will appear in order to accommodate the new poem. Most of the poems are written in an irreverent tone seemingly designed to elicit an amused reaction from the reader. Poems inscribed on inanimate objects generally describe some characteristic of the object itself. Poems inscribed on living organisms are invariably written as if to insult or embarrass the organism. See below for specific examples. A secondary anomalous property of SCP-6325 manifests immediately following the inscription process on any sentient organism. Upon being inscribed, the organism is afflicted with an intensely violent hostility toward the person holding the notebook, and will focus exclusively on attacking and killing that person. The subject expresses no rational thought during this period of rage, and in humans, neurological scans confirm a sudden and sustained spike of activity in the hypothalamus and amygdala at the precise moment that the inscription of the poem ceases. The enraged subject can be subdued by normal means, but the anger will not subside until either the subject or the notebook's owner is dead. It is important to note that this property of SCP-6325 affects humans and animals alike, and that the subject need not read or comprehend the inscribed poem prior to experiencing the adverse effects. Discovery: SCP-6325 was recovered from the mansion of Mr. ██████ █████, a reclusive steel tycoon living on the outskirts of █████, █████. Local police responded to the report of a ███ delivery driver who had turned himself in and confessed to fatally shooting Mr. █████ for reasons he was unable to explain. The driver displayed a prominent tattoo across his forehead, reading as follows: This man brings gifts to all, like Santa Claus! But he can't send himself a smaller schnozz.2 Upon arriving at the residence, responding officers found the body of Mr. █████ lying in a pool of blood and bearing a single gunshot wound to the head.3 The officers' preliminary investigation of the home quickly revealed that nearly every visible object and surface had been marked with several lines of poetry. The unusual nature of this crime scene attracted the attention of an embedded Foundation agent at the █████ police department. Additional Foundation agents swiftly secured the residence and took control of the investigation. During the process of cataloguing the items in the residence, Agent ██████ came across SCP-6325 underneath a sofa a short distance from Mr. █████'s corpse. Upon reaching under the sofa and making contact with the artifact, Agent ██████ was startled to realize that every article of clothing and piece of equipment on his person was simultaneously inscribed with a poem of similar composition to the others in the residence. SCP-6325 was consequently brought into Foundation custody at Site-42, along with Mr. █████'s body and all movable inscribed objects. The mansion itself was demolished under the pretense of being unsafe for human habitation. The tattooed delivery driver was treated with class-B amnestics and released under Standard Cover Story 64 ("Drunken Bet Gone Too Far"). Any police officers with knowledge of the incident were likewise administered class-A amnestics. Exemplary Log 6325-01: The following log presents examples of poems found within SCP-6325 dating prior to its containment. The poems are numbered according to the order in which they appear in the notebook. Dates provided have been inferred based on the content, placement order, and context of the poems. Due to the prolific nature of SCP-6325's anomalous effect, a full catalog of these poems would require excessive resources to replicate. Personnel with written permission from two (2) Level 4 researchers may consult SCP-6325 directly, with the understanding that any items on their person (clothing, jewelry, glasses, etc.) will be subject to inscription and subsequent confiscation. Entry No. Date Probable Item Inscribed Poem 00001 c. 150 CE n/a My gift to you: this empty tome, a blank slate for your Muse, / An endless source of inspiration, wondrous to peruse. / An olive branch, a call for peace, a turning of the cheek. / With just a touch, you will soon find the vision that you seek. 00015 c. 150 CE human, female, married I tend the house, I weave my wool — wifely duty's never done… / Until my husband is asleep — then to my lover's house I run. 00017 c. 150 CE knife This bard had a storybook life, / A victim of marital strife. / They went for a screw, / She got a tattoo, / His throat met this beautiful knife. 00108 c. 175 CE crucifix? My owner found religion, but has he saved his soul? / It’s not for me to judge, although he's still a real asshole. 01245 c. 300 CE chamber pot My job is hard, there is no doubting this; / Still, there are worse ways to live life. / I may collect your foul shit and piss, / But hey, at least I'm not your wife. 03651 c. 450 CE crossbeam or wall I support this house and shelter those who dwell within; / If I were to shirk my duty, then the roof comes crashing down. / Meanwhile this family’s head is broke, much to their chagrin. / Instead he goes out drinking and lays waste to the whole town. 05002 c. 600 CE apron Det tunicam locuples: ego te praecingere possum. / Essem si locuples, munus utrumque darem.4 11775 c. 1000 CE horse or equestrian equipment I roam through hill and vale, through mud and grass, / Freely, but met with you, there's an impasse: / I can't tell who's the horse and who's the ass. 15989 c. 1200 CE farmer, male Digging in the soil, yet his crops have all failed, / Unaware, fool, that the drought has prevailed. / Moronic indeed, with a case of the crazies — / But he'll get the point when he's pushing up daisies. 23760 c. 1525 CE handheld fan, sweat-rag, vel sim. I have my work cut out for me — take one look at this guy. / His sweat is made of gravy — sir, lay off the mincemeat pie!5 30013 c. 1775 CE bayonet Cold steel, piercing tip / In battle, thrown to the ground / As you run away 42399 1937 [REDACTED] Sailing ships belong in water — leave the sky for birds. / Take a flight across the sea? Ha! Just empty words.6 48762 c. 1955 CE monochrome television This magic box brings moving pictures to your living room; / Have a seat and watch Lucy — your time it will consume. / Not interested? Turn the dial; it offers no resistance. / Change the station, go ahead, keep wasting your existence. 55416 ██/██/20██ Agent ██████'s two-way radio Agent ██████ to headquarters — come in, do you copy? / I didn't look and grabbed this book — I think I'm getting sloppy. Experimentation Log 6325-01: The following log provides examples of poems inscribed by SCP-6325 under a controlled testing environment while in Foundation custody. Tests were conducted by Head Researcher ████████, who placed SCP-6325 in the front pocket of her lab coat and laid a hand or finger on specific items (both inanimate and living) brought into the testing chamber by her assistants. The resulting poems were recorded, along with any further anomalous effects on the target. Test No. Item Inscribed Poem Secondary Effects Notes 6325-01 Solid aluminum cube, 15 cm3 What rhymes with aluminum? I do not know. / I'll solve this conundrum with a portmanteau. / I hereby declare this object an "alube." / There, problem solved — now stick it up your test tube. None. 6325-02 Solid aluminum cube, 15 mm3 I know what you're doing: the alube's getting smaller — / Do you call yourself an anomaly scholar? / I'm sorry to tell you (your mood will be spoiled), / If it shrinks any more — "Test Result: Foiled." None. The engraved letters are barely visible to the naked eye. 6325-03 Aluminum fragment, 15 μm3 No poem inscribed. None. It seems that microscopic objects are unaffected by SCP-6325. 6325-06 Apple from Site-42 cafeteria The best recipe / Site-42's chef can make / Is this red apple. None. Consumption of the apple had no anomalous effects. 6325-08 Domesticated cat (Felis catus) You hiss, you scratch, you barf hairballs, you lay there like a log. / It's no surprise at all your owners wish they got a dog. Upon inscription, the cat immediately became aggressive and leapt at Dr. ████████, who suffered minor scratching and biting injuries before the cat was terminated by security personnel. Henceforth all living subjects are to be restrained prior to testing. 6325-09 Domesticated cat (Felis catus), caged Despite all my rage, / I am still just a cat in a cage.7 Upon inscription, the cat repeatedly threw itself against the cage door in an apparent effort to attack Dr. ████████. This ramming behavior continued for two hours, until the cat expired due to self-inflicted injuries. 6325-12 D-12987 You did your job with great aplomb, embalmed every fatality; / You stitched their wounds and prettied up the victims of brutality; / Your work was always done on time, renowned for punctuality; / Of course compared to you, cadavers have more personality. Upon inscription, the subject immediately tried to attack Dr. ████████, but was inhibited by her restraints. She proceeded to struggle against the restraints and scream incoherently for more than six hours before collapsing due to exhaustion. D-12987 was a mortician prior to her incarceration. 6325-16 D-9831 How big is this man's ego? He's not known to be discreet. / Indeed, there's nothing small about him — well, nothing but his… feet. Displayed similar aggression to prior human subjects. D-9831 possesses an obvious facial deformity. Notably, SCP-6325 did not focus its insult on the deformity. Further research on how the artifact "selects" the topics of its poems may prove informative. 6325-19 D-2783 This man's abs have more abs underneath! / It's such a shame he only has three teeth. See Incident Report 6325-38-B. D-2783 was a professional bodybuilder prior to his incarceration. Incident 6325-38-B: On ██/██/20██, Dr. ████████ conducted an SCP-6325 testing session with D-2783. Upon receiving his inscribed "tattoo" (see final entry in Experimentation Log 6325-01), D-2783 broke free of his restraints and violently lunged to attack Dr. ████████. In reaching for Dr. ████████'s coat, D-2783 managed to grab hold of the last page of SCP-6325 (where his own inscription had been copied) and tore it from its binding. Immediately upon separation of the page from SCP-6325, D-2783's head was torn cleanly from his shoulders by an unknown force. The removed page also contained three earlier poems, inscribed on Dr. ████████'s new cell phone (subsequently found in his pocket in two pieces, nonfunctional), a specimen of Ferocactus pottsii (found in a puddle of water in containment locker 6325-T, bisected lengthwise), and a live Rattus norvegicus domestica (found in its cage, fatally bisected). Research on conscious humanoids has been temporarily halted pending further investigation of this new anomalous property. Footnotes 1. A Latinized Greek word typically referring to small gifts "carried away" by guests from ancient dinner parties. The connection between the notebook's title and its anomalous effects remains unclear. 2. The driver's nose was 7.4 cm in length, larger than average for a man of his height and build. 3. The bullet, upon later extraction from the victim's parietal lobe, was found to be etched in minuscule lettering with the following poem: There once was a hermit from █████; This bullet was lodged in his brain. His stocks paid dividends, But he had so few friends, That no one would clean the bloodstain. 4. This poem, unlike the others in SCP-6325, appears only in Latin, regardless of the reader's native language. It is also a direct quotation from the Roman poet M. Valerius Martialis, who was writing about an apron in a collection known colloquially as the Apophoreta. Beyond the parallel topic and title, no additional explanation has been made for this phenomenon. 5. A sweetened dessert popular in Europe since antiquity. Early modern recipes call for such ingredients as mutton, cloves, dates, raisins, and prunes. 6. This poem was vigorously crossed out by an unknown hand. 7. It is unknown whether this is an accidental or intentional allusion to a 1995 song by The ████████ ████████.
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SCP-6326
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Raddagher More by this Author | Find Us Alive Hub Item #: SCP-6326 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6326 is currently located in Zone-6326, a cordoned off area of woodland near the town of Aider, Washington. Zone-6326 is known to the public as a wildlife reserve for an endangered species of mushroom and is to be monitored by surveillance equipment and daily patrol of the perimeter. SCP-6326's habitat is to be monitored for the presence of other animals, particularly fish, deer, elk, and moose, with populations of the aforementioned animals kept at normal levels as to be natural food sources for SCP-6326. Attempts by civilians of Aider to access the area are to be handled by local law enforcement. Online disinformation methods include obviously fraudulent reports of sightings, poorly edited photos claiming to depict SCP-6326, and pages debunking the existence of the anomaly. Residents of Aider are permitted to believe in the fictionalized version of SCP-6326 as a "cryptid." Agent Ira Watts is currently undercover in Aider in order to gather information from residents about SCP-6326. Description: SCP-6326 is a hexapedal mammal that resembles a combination of a human man and a grizzly bear. Colloquially known by locals as the "Manbear," SCP-6326 is often described as having a centaur-like build, with the upper torso, front legs and head of a bear attached to the shoulders of a white male human body. SCP-6326 moves primarily by crawling on its humanoid hands and feet, but has been observed running bipedally on occasion. It displays similar behavior to non-anomalous bears, subsisting on a diet of fish, scavenged or hunted game animals, and vegetation, and hibernates during winter months. Its humanoid body differs from a non-anomalous human in the following respects: thicker epidermis with higher resistance to extreme temperatures coarser body hair slightly larger body proportions denser bones thicker and harder fingernails denser muscle mass various differences in sizes of internal organs Despite its possession of a partially humanoid body, SCP-6326 displays a level of intelligence no higher than non-anomalous bears. While it uses its humanoid hands for hunting and other means of survival, SCP-6326 does not appear to have the capacity to make or use tools. SCP-6326 as illustrated by fan club member SCP-6326 regularly patrols a route considered to be the edge of its territory. Upon attempts to remove SCP-6326 from this area, SCP-6326 will vanish and reappear at a random location within the territory. It is noted that removal from the area is upsetting to SCP-6326, and upon reappearance it will become extremely aggressive. While aggravated, SCP-6326 has been observed punching and kicking objects with its humanoid limbs. History: SCP-6326 came to the attention of the Foundation after a photo of the anomaly began circulating throughout online cryptozoology forums. All occurrences of the photo were deleted, as were other pieces of credible evidence. The town of Aider, nearby SCP-6326's territory, has developed a deeply integrated local culture surrounding the anomaly, with themed businesses, clubs, public artwork and a small (but not insignificant) tourism industry. Considering the success of Foundation disinformation, very few residents or visitors of the town sincerely believe SCP-6326 exists, treating it instead as a local legend. Log taken from telephone call between Agent Ira Watts and Dr. Margaret Gaiser Close [Begin Log] Watts: Hey. Gaiser: Afternoon, Ira. How are you feeling? Watts: Fine. Somebody made a mistake with this paperwork. I got a briefing packet for an undercover job in some backwater cryptid fanclub. I think this was supposed to go to somebody else. Gaiser: SCP-6326? Watts: Yeah, the uh, "Manbear" thing. Gaiser: No, that's for you. Watts: What? Gaiser: That's your next assignment. We're glad to have you back. Watts: This can't be my assignment. I'm way overqualified for this. Gaiser: Maybe once you've had more time to heal, we can look into getting you something less slow. Watts: Look, I can do task force work fine with one arm. Gaiser: And one eye? Watts: Yeah! And one eye! I'm not going from Lambda-5 to this horseshit. Gaiser: Come on, kid. It's not that bad. Watts: Not that bad?! Have you seen the cover story they gave me? Who came up with this?! Gaiser: You're going to have to do it, Ira. Watts: This is fucking insulting. [End Log] Addendum 1: Undercover Operation Agent Watts has been embedded in Aider's largest "Manbear" social club in order to glean information about the origins of SCP-6326. Multiple club members1 are confirmed to have seen SCP-6326. The following log was taken during a bi-monthly club meeting and recorded via camcorder Close [Begin Log] PoI-6326-2: If everybody wants to have a seat, we- we- we'll get the meeting started. It- it- it's a special meeting today, because we have a new member in our ranks! [Agent Watts can be heard groaning] PoI-6326-2: Why- why don't you stand up and introduce yourself? Watts: No. [Several seconds of silence] PoI-6326-2: Okay! If- Watts: Wait, wait, fine. Hi. I'm, uh, I'm Keaton Ramsey, and I'm… [Agent Watts speaks through clenched teeth] Watts: I'm here doing preliminary research for my… amateur art house documentary… that I am making… because I am a… film student. PoI-6326-2: Sounds very interesting! Everybody give- give him a round of applause! [Club members clap sporadically] PoI-6326-2: Now, we- we- we have some news to go over, [Majority of meeting consists of discussion of various false theories and fabricated sightings, extraneous information has been expunged for brevity] PoI-6326-2: Don't forget to- to- to talk to Keaton about your interview! Watts: I actually only need interviews from a couple of you- PoI-6326-2: Everybody gets to be in the movie! Watts: Okay. PoI-6326-2: Our next meeting will- will be on the 16th, and it's going to be- be a big one! Howard2 is going to be there, and he says he has some spicy new evidence! Watts: Uh, 'scuse me? PoI-6326-2: Keaton, question? Watts: Yeah. Is that guy in the picture Howard? PoI-6326-2: It- it sure is. Taken at our annual barbecue last year. Watts: And that's a wizard hat that he's wearing? PoI-6326-2: Yep! He practically never takes it off. Watts: Awesome. Cool. Great. [End Log] From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: Transfer from SCP-6326 Dr. Gaiser, I am requesting an assignment transfer. I do not believe that I am an appropriate fit for this assignment. My skillset does not align with the responsibilities required of me here, and I strongly feel that this anomaly would be better served by someone with more experience with civilians. Thank you for your consideration. Agent Ira Watts Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 From: m.gaiser@scipnet To: i.watts@scipnet Subject: RE: Transfer from SCP-6326 Ira, Your request is denied. Due to the nature of your injury and how you acquired it, you are not cleared for advanced threat missions for at least several years. I understand your frustration, but this is the closest thing to field work I could get for you. Unless you want a desk job, you're stuck with the Manbear. - Dr. Margaret Gaiser From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: RE: RE: Transfer from SCP-6326 fuck you and i hate this Addendum 2: Interviews Interview: PoI-6326-4 Close Name: Carol Vaughan Age: 42 Notes: Saw SCP-6326 while in the area painting a watercolor landscape. Sketched SCP-6326 in a small notebook. Sighting verified as true. [Begin Log] Watts: So you drew the Manbear? PoI-6326-4: Yes! I've drawn lots of pictures of the Manbear, it sticks in your mind. But the first time, I was out painting, and it wandered into my field of view. It's really a majestic thing. Have you seen it? Watts: Nope. Do you have a copy of that drawing? PoI-6326-4: I have a picture of it on my phone. But the original is in a frame down at Cherry's!3 They bought it off me for $50. Watts: Can I see the picture? PoI-6326-4: Of course! Let me find it. Watts: And you're positive that you saw the real thing? How do you know it wasn't just a regular bear? PoI-6326-4: Oh, it had human anatomy. Of a man. I made sure to capture that in the drawing. Watts: OH my god, yes you did. PoI-6326-4: Yeah, it makes some folks uncomfy, but accuracy is very important to me. Watts: You know what? I know a lot of people who also really love accuracy, let me get a closer shot of that. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6326-3 Close Name: Shanie Meyer-White Age: 19 Notes: Documented the aftermath of SCP-6326's aggression following its removal and reappearance in its area. Took multiple photos of damage to trees and shrubs, humanoid handprints, fingernail scratches, and bear paw prints. All photos were later destroyed by Foundation cybersecurity personnel. [Begin Log] Watts: Tell me about your experience with the Manbear. PoI-6326-3: I didn't see it. But I got a shitton of pictures of its tracks. It went berserk and shredded a bunch of trees for some reason. Watts: Those must be some wild pictures. PoI-6326-3: Don't have 'em anymore. Hard drive crashed out of nowhere. Wiped out the whole thing. Mysteriously. Right after I started talking about them. Watts: That sucks. PoI-6326-3: I'm like, 99% sure there's some kinda Men In Black shit going on. Watts: Wow, that would be so crazy. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6326-2 Close Name: Hunter Smith Age: 31 Notes: Club president. Saw SCP-6326 while walking his dog. Sighting verified as true, dog reacts aggressively to images of bears. [Begin Log] PoI-6326-2: You- you know, I'm just so happy you decided to- to- to make your movie about us. It's a real honor. Watts: Sure. Yeah. So, you saw the Manbear, right? PoI-6326-2: Yep! Watts: …And? PoI-6326-2: I saw it. Watts: Nothing else to say about it? PoI-6326-2: Well, now Cooper is afraid of bears. Watts: Aren't dogs normally pretty afraid of bears? PoI-6326-2: Yeah, but he's also afraid of naked men now, too. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6326-1 – hide block Name: Howard Berlentanshen Age: 86 Notes: PoI-6326-1 spent several years taking regular camping trips in the area surrounding SCP-6326's territory in attempt to gather more evidence of its existence. All gathered print casts, drawings and fur samples have been successfully branded as hoaxes by Foundation disinformation efforts. Several samples have been destroyed or vandalized as well. [Begin Log] Watts: I gotta know what the hat is for. PoI-6326-1: It's to remind myself of my roots! That everybody thinks I'm a crazy man! I might as well look the part. Watts: And a tinfoil hat wasn't doing it for you? PoI-6326-1: It irritated my scalp. Watts: Of course it did. PoI-6326-1: I was the biggest Manbologist of them all, until they found those mushrooms. But I love a good mushroom, so I'll stay away if it helps our Mother Earth. Watts: Back up, did you say "Manbologist?" PoI-6326-1: Manbology, study of the Manbear. Watts: Right. And you found all kinds of footprints and hand prints and stuff? PoI-6326-1: All kinds. All kinds. Watts: How do you know it wasn't just a hoax? Kids going out to the woods to plant tracks and trick people? PoI-6326-1: Because the world is weirder than that, young Mr. Ramsey. Plenty of strange and magical things out there. If you know where to look! Watts: I'll take your word for it. PoI-6326-1: You'll learn when you're older! Watts: Yeah. I'm sure I will. PoI-6326-1: Are you going to the next meeting? I've got some real interesting stuff to show! Watts: What kind of stuff? PoI-6326-1: Let's just say my granddaughter figured out how to get pictures off my camera telephone. Watts: Interesting. [End Log] Interviews with other club members Close Watts: Did you say it was inside your house? Member A: Yes. It was eating my trash. With its little human hands. Watts: Did it look anything like a raccoon? Member A: It can change its shape. Watts: …It can change its shape. Member B: And my psychic says that dreams can predict the future, so I pay attention and I write it all down. Last night, I had a dream that I was playing this video game, and the Manbear was there. He was in the video game. But also the video game was a game of my stepdad's house, and the Manbear was my stepdad. I haven't figured out what it means yet. Watts: I need to interview other people at some point. Member B: Anyway. The most important dream I had was actually a few months back- Watts: Ohh my god. Member C: And then it ran off into the woods. It was too big to be a regular bear. Watts: And it couldn't have been a moose? Member C: I dunno. Maybe. Okay, can I ask you a question now? Watts: Is it about my arm? Member C: No. Watts: Is it about my eye? [Member C does not respond] Watts: Because no you cannot. Member D: Like, don't you ever wonder if he's ripped? Watts: Are we still talking about the human bear hybrid monster in the woods? Member D: Yeah. He lives in the woods and hunts with his bare hands. Don't you think he'd be jacked? Watts: I guess? Member D: And they say he's bigger than normal people. Watts: Hoping this isn't going where I think it's going- Member D: What I'm saying is that I bet he's hung. Watts: I hate it here. Log taken from a video conference between Agent Watts and Dr. Gaiser [Begin Log] Gaiser: Nice to hear from you, Watts. Excited for that new intel, you sounded very enthusiastic over the phone. Watts: Oh, I'm very enthusiastic. [Several seconds of silence] Gaiser: What are you wearing? Watts: It's called merch, Gaiser. Look it up. Gaiser: Why are you wearing Manbear merch? Watts: Because I'm undercover. It's what Keaton Ramsey, documentary film student would do. I'm all in now. Number one Manbear fanboy, that's me. Gaiser: Oh. I see. You're being shitty on purpose. Watts: I don't know what you're talking about. Gaiser: What is that hat made out of? Watts: Papier mache, obviously. Gaiser: Okay. I'm ignoring all this. What did that PoI have? Anything interesting? Watts: It's all extremely interesting, if you're a real fan. Did you know it was once seen flying over Aider on Christmas Eve? Gaiser: Maybe you should come back when you're feeling less childish. Watts: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm being so sincere right now. I am taking my job very seriously. Do you see my hat? Only a serious man would be wearing all this. I have traversed splinter realities and fought subdimensional monsters with my bare hands, and this is essentially the same and not at all a waste of my abilities. Gaiser: Just tell me what you found out from the old man. Watts: He's got really hard evidence that the Manbear was sent to earth by aliens. A very grainy picture on a flip phone from 2005. Gaiser: Is it credible? Is it actually aliens? Watts: Totally. Why would I have any reason to doubt the world's leading Manbologist? See for yourself. Gaiser: This is clearly a picture of something being thrown out of a helicopter. Watts: Yeah, I know it's a fucking helicopter! Gaiser: Watts, you better cut the attitude or I'm gonna have to write you up for insubordination. Watts: You wouldn't. Gaiser: Only because I'm genuinely worried you might be having a mental break. [End Log] Addendum 3: Informational Leak The following log was taken from audio recorded by Agent Watts' lapel microphone, likely unknowingly. Close Begin Log PoI-6326-3: Hey. Hey, Keaton. Watts: What do you want? I'm going home. PoI-6326-3: You're not really a film student, are you? Watts: I'm totally a film student. PoI-6326-3: You don't look like one. Watts: And you look big for a 12-year-old. PoI-6326-3: I'm 19. Watts: Don't you have homework to do or something? PoI-6326-3: Are you a Man in Black? Watts: Are you asking me if I'm an alien hunter from the Will Smith movie? PoI-6326-3: You know what I mean. Watts: No, I'm not an alien hunter from the Will Smith movie. PoI-6326-3: What happened to your face? [Silence for several seconds] Watts: [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION EXPUNGED] [End Log] Note: Following breach of protocol, Agent Watts was reprimanded and suspended from duty for 3 weeks. PoI-6326-3 was administered amnestics and is no longer considered a security threat. From: m.gaiser@scipnet To: i.watts@scipnet Subject: You're Welcome Ira, Good news. I spoke with Commander Conley and he agreed not to have you fired. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that you're on thin ice. I pleaded mental instability following your injury, but that's not going to hold up forever so you had better be a MODEL of good behavior at your next position. You cannot pull something like this again. That being said, I have found a new assignment for you. You'll be getting the details in a couple days. And I better not hear you complaining. Beggars can't be choosers. I'm sure you want to know what we found out about that helicopter photo you found? It's pretty fascinating. - Dr. Margaret Gaiser From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: RE: You're Welcome oh my god i literally dont even care about the fucking helicopter. please just tell me my next assignment isnt going to be bullshit or i actually will lose my mind From: m.gaiser@scipnet To: i.watts@scipnet Subject: RE: RE: You're Welcome Ira, How do you feel about working with children? - Dr. Margaret Gaiser From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: RE: RE: RE: You're Welcome how do you feel about my 2 weeks notice Footnotes 1. Designated PoI-6326-1-4; Harold Berlentanshen, Hunter Smith, Shanie Meyer-White, Carol Vaughan 2. PoI-6326-1 3. Local gift shop ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6326" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6326. 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: manbear.png Name: Manbear Sketch Author: Raddagher License: CC BY 3.0
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Forever here this door shall sit, ‖ A rift in reason and in rhyme; ‖ A pox on those who would commit ‖ A treason 'gainst the flow of time. SCP-6327 Byㅤ Lt Flops Published on 17 Jan 2022 06:57 SCP-6327 A Door Unstuck in Time Secure the Past. Contain the Present. Protect the Future. SCP-6327 A Door Unstuck in Time By Lt Flops Published on 17 Jan 2022 This article is part of the forthcoming Weaving Imperceptible Threads Continuity Hub. Other Works by Lt Flops! 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Co-Author Rating KindlyTurtleClem +135 Co-Authored Hubs Team Bird Hub Co-Author Rating notgull +244 A Non-Prophet Organization Hub Co-Author Rating Uncle Nicolini +114 I, Hub (April Fools) Co-Author Rating Elenee FishTruck & Others +100 SPC Hub Co-Author Rating PeppersGhost, MrWrong, & LORDXVNV +181 Milk Hub Co-Author Rating LORDXVNV +82 Other Co-Authored Pages A Semi-Comprehensive List of Foundation Departments Co-Author Rating TopDownUnder & Dr Moned +235 Wanderers' Library Entries Page Page Info Lampyra, the Watcher Wanderers' Library Author Page Cave Story 2020 Wanderers' Depths Contest, First Place Interplanetary Colonization 2021 Scavenger Hunt Contest I'll Take You to the Parashops 2021 Scavenger Hunt Contest Talk of the Town Last Light Canon The Foolish One 2021 WanderCon ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} . 2 SCP-6327 SCP Series VII » SCP-6327 SCP Database Entry ITEM: SCP-6327 LEVEL 5/6327 CLASS: safe top-secret DISRUPTION CLASS: 5 / amida The service corridor in which SCP-6327 is installed has been sealed until further notice. SCP-6327 is a nondescript wooden door bearing a poem inscribed on its surface: Forever here this door shall sit, A rift in reason and in rhyme; A pox on those who would commit A treason 'gainst the flow of time. An ink sample from the inscription corresponds with black Sharpie. The inscription is smudged in several places. On 17 January 2032, SCP-6327 was found installed in a hitherto unused service corridor in Temporal Site-01, Sub-Basement-09. A junior advisor to the newly formed Temp/EDDIES.Temporal Ebb, Disruption, Desynchronization, and Intensification Enquiries Syndicate (Temp/EDDIES) An independent office organized in the eventuality that significant convergent temporal paradoxes have inhibited Research and Containment Team Δt at some point in the past, present, or future. Such an event would signify they had become compromised at some point in the past, present, or future, thus were/are/will be incapable of protecting the Prime-Timeline on the Foundation's terms. — SCP-6327's discoverer — sent an immediate distress beacon to the chief Temporal Anomalies official, Director Dr. Ilse Reynders, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD. The lone security officer on-shift remarked at the time that, although the corridor itself does not have a camera, the stairwell to Sub-Basement-09 does. However, no persons or entities are recorded to have entered the Sub-Basement the week SCP-6327 appeared. This would imply it came into existence spontaneously. With no other explanation as to its appearance, this indicates an unregistered anomalous disturbance had occurred in the single most secure Foundation Site on the planet; demonstrable evidence that it has become compromised. After receiving the beacon, Director Reynders placed Temporal Site-01 under immediate spatiotemporal lockdown and ejected the site into extradimensional nullspace. This manoeuvre would have prevented any further anomalies from occurring. In the face of the sudden disappearance of Site-01, however, it left the Prime-Timeline susceptible to transtemporal threats. A fact-finding investigation into SCP-6327 henceforth occurred. The fact-finding investigation promptly met an impasse: The investigators, who were uninformed as to the nature of the anomaly, read SCP-6327's inscription and refused to proceed further, citing an OSHA breach. The junior advisor, who neglected to fill out a Special Containment Procedures file on the anomaly, was reprimanded for breach of Foundation protocol and placed under time-lock until further notice. [DUPLICATE INFORMATION EXPUNGED] After the successful documentation and containment of SCP-6327, all requisite paperwork — including an incident report — was completed, and forwarded to the on-site RAISA liaison. Director Reynders currently maintains complete control over the investigatory proceedings and will personally oversee experimentation. One week has now elapsed since the discovery of SCP-6327. An experimentation log, as recorded in real-time, is as follows. ACTION SCP-6327 is opened. OUTCOME SCP-6327 becomes ajar. A nondescript masonry wall sits behind it, offset into the finish face by approximately 20 cm. On the floor adjoining the wall is a single unidentifiable fruit in a state of advanced decay. A Post-it note is affixed between the fruit and SCP-6327. The note reads as follows. POTENTIAL MEMETIHAZARD DETECTED CLOSE Bureaucracy is the death of all sound work. ~ L.S. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6327" by Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6327. 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. Original poem by seisatsu, from the Fragments page. This article contains a quote from The World As I See It (1949) by Albert Einstein. Filename: Delta-t-transparent.png Name: RCT-Δt logo Author: HammerMaiden License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: Temporal Site-01 (RCT-Δt Hub)
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You guys might be three-dimensional, but you really know how to fight a war. by Kothardarastrix Item#: 6328 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for photos, videos, or eyewitness accounts of SCP-6328 events and remove the offending media. Covert listening posts are to be established at the locations of famous battles and of previous SCP-6328 events to monitor them for future incidents. When an SCP-6328 event takes place, Foundation forces are to mobilize to the location immediately and set up a perimeter around the affected area. Throughout the duration of the event, Foundation forces are to assist SCP-6328-1 instances in keeping civilians from interfering. Any photos or videos taken of SCP-6328 by civilians are to be confiscated and retained for further study. SCP-6328 has yet to manifest in any populated areas; if it should do so, the more strenuous procedures contained in Document 6328-1 are to be implemented. Description: SCP-6328 is a phenomenon characterized by the manifestation of invisible, intangible, humanoid entities (SCP-6328-1) at the locations of historical military engagements or nearby open areas of similar topography. These entities are accompanied by military hardware (including uniforms, weapons, artillery, vehicles, mounts, beasts of burden, and small structures) appropriate to the battle in question. SCP-6328-1 will spend a variable amount of time socializing and preparing for combat, then begin to reenact the events of the relevant historical battle. Once the reenactment is complete, all SCP-6328-1 instances and associated equipment demanifest. SCP-6328 events happen once per year at unpredictable intervals, typically on the anniversary of the battle in question. SCP-6328-1 instances communicate with each other in the language and dialect appropriate to the time and place of the battle they are reenacting, and use historically accurate equipment. Their equipment and all accompanying paraphernalia, though visible, are slightly transparent and incapable of physically interacting with non-SCP-6328 objects. It is not known if SCP-6328-1 can perceive other beings. See Addenda. SCP-6328 generates an antimemetic effect that prevents observers not already aware of SCP-6328's nature from recognizing it is as an unusual occurrence or noticing that SCP-6328-1 are not humans. It is presumably this property of SCP-6328 that prevented it from becoming known to the public or the Foundation prior to 2011. Images and recordings of SCP-6328 do not retain this property, however, and the increasing proliferation of smartphones has made the intentional or accidental capture of such more common. Current containment procedures were therefore instituted as an additional precaution, should SCP-6328's own properties prove insufficient to conceal it in the future. Addendum 6328-1: Summary of notable SCP-6328 events since containment. Scattered photographic evidence indicates that at least ██ additional incidents may have occurred in the past, possibly beginning as early as 1874, but these cannot be verified. Location Date Battle Reenacted Notes Prince William County, Virginia, United States August 29-30, 2011 Second Battle of Bull Run/Manassas First occurrence of SCP-6328 discovered by Foundation, when a civilian posted a "selfie" on social media with two SCP-6328-1 instances visible in the background. Images were removed and a cover story claiming the images were digitally altered was disseminated. Megiddo, Israel April 16th, 2012 Battle of Megiddo (1457 BCE) SCP status confirmed, containment procedures instituted. Largest known SCP-6328 manifestation. Rorke's Drift, South Africa January 22-23, 2018 Battle of Rorke's Drift A commercial jet liner flew overhead during the battle, and several SCP-6328-1 instances were observed glancing up at it. First indication of SCP-6328-1 sentience, plans to make contact formulated. unknown 2019 unknown The 2019 manifestation, if it occurred at all, presumably took place at the unmonitored location of a less significant conflict or one not appearing in the historical record. East Sussex, United Kingdom October 14th, 2020 Battle of Hastings Communication with SCP-6328-1 attempted. See Addendum 6328-2. Near Kingsport, Tennessee September 7th, 2021 unknown; see Addendum 6328-3 See Addendum 6328-3. Addendum 6328-2: Attempted communication with SCP-6328-1. D-4001, communicating via earpiece with Dr. V█████, attempted to contact a pair of SCP-6328-1 instances scouting ahead of the "English army". <begin log> D-4001: Whoa! Are those ghosts? Dr. V█████: We're not sure. Please approach them and attempt to make contact. D-4001: [walking towards SCP-6328-1 instances and waving arms] Hey! [SCP-6328-1 halt and turn to look at D-4001.] SCP-6328-1-A: [in modern English] Hey, get off the field!1 SCP-6328-1-B: You're in the way! D-4001: Uh, the way of what? SCP-6328-1-A: The Battle of Hastings, what else? Now move it, we're scouting! Dr. V█████: Leave the area. D-4001: Don't have to tell me twice. Sorry guys! [SCP-6328-1 continue riding.] <end log> Once it was confirmed that interruption of the SCP-6328 event would not cause demanifestation or immediate hostility, D-4001 was dispatched to an encampment of "English" SCP-6328-1 instances. It was still a few minutes before combat was expected to begin. <begin log> [Six SCP-6328-1 instances are gathered around a fire2 conversing idly in Old Norman.] D-4001: Hey! [The instances notice D-4001.] SCP-6328-1-C: [in modern English] What? D-4001: Do you guys mind if I, uh, interview you? SCP-6328-1-C: What, for like a newspaper or something? D-6328: Uh, yeah. SCP-6328-1-C: [turning to another instance] How much time we got? [second instance shrugs] SCP-6328-1-C: Sure, why not? Take a seat. [instance gestures to a nearby crate] D-4001: Um. That's intangible, isn't it? SCP-6328-1-C: Oh, right. Sorry. D-4001: That's okay, I'll stand. Dr. V█████: Ask them what they're doing here. D-4001: So, uh, what are you guys doing here? SCP-6328-1-C: Reenacting the Battle of Hastings, obviously. D-4001: Right. Dr. V█████: Ask them why. D-4001: Uh, why? SCP-6328-1-C: [shrugs] Cuz it's fun? You guys might be three-dimensional, but you really know how to fight a war. Dr. V█████: Ask them if… D-4001: Does that mean you're not three-dimensional? SCP-6328-1-C: Not usually. We are right now, though, obviously. D-4001: Obviously. [The SCP-6328-1s laugh, and D-4001 hesitantly joins in.] Dr. V█████: See where they're from. D-4001: So I guess you're not from around here, then? SCP-6328-1-C: Ha! Definitely not. We just come here for the reenactments. Can't really do it back home, since we don't have this stuff. [SCP-6328-1-C points at the ground.] D-4001: …ground? SCP-6328-1-C: Matter. D-4001: Oh. SCP-6328-1-C: Say, speaking of matter, can I ask you a question? D-4001: Um, sure. SCP-6328-1-C: How do you guys reconstitute yourselves? D-4001: What? SCP-6328-1-C: Y'know, how do you put everybody back together after the battle? It's easy for us, but you guys are made of atoms. How do you do it? Dr. V█████: Do NOT tell them! D-4001: Uh. Well…I'm not a doctor, so I don't really know the…specifics. SCP-6328-1-C: Oh, okay. [A bugle sounds in the distance, and the present SCP-6328-1 instances stand up.] SCP-6328-1-C: Oop, that's my cue. Later, guy. Dr. V█████: Wait, see if you can get them to stay! D-4001: You sure you can't stick around for a- SCP-6328-1-C: Nope, sorry. [The instance looks over its shoulder at its compatriots, who have already armed themselves and begun moving away.] I'd love to, but these guys are real serious about the immersion. I'll get my [unintelligible] chewed if I don't show up on time. Dr. V█████: That's okay, Dee, let him go. D-4001: Oh, sorry. Uh, you guys have fun. SCP-6328-1-C: Thanks, dawg. [Instance tips its hat to D-4001, then goes to join the others.] <end log> SCP-6328-1 instances proceeded to reenact the Battle of Hastings. Attempts to communicate with SCP-6328-1 during the battle were ignored or met with annoyance. SCP-6328 demanifested as normal at the battle's conclusion. Addendum 6328-3: Final occurrence. On September 7th, SCP-6328 manifested near Kingsport, Tennessee, at a location where no historical battle was known to have taken place. Webcrawlers identified the event through social media chatter and forces were dispatched to keep the event contained. Initial observations found that, while they resembled those of late 20th-century American military, the uniforms worn by SCP-6328-1 did not exactly match any known to have existed. SCP-6328-1 forces were also equipped with assorted anomalous weaponry and equipment not corresponding to any known conflict. Dr. V█████ arrived shortly before the battle began. No D-Class personnel were on hand at the time, so Dr. V█████ initiated contact himself. <begin log> [Dr. V█████ jogs up to the edge of an encampment. He is slightly out of breath.] Dr. V█████: Excuse me! SCP-6328-1-D: [looks up from what appears to be book of crossword puzzles] Huh? Dr. V█████: Hey! Uh, some of you talked to one of my…friends last year, at Hastings? SCP-6328-1-D: Oh yeah, I heard about that. The dude in the, whatchacallit, orange? Dr. V█████: Yeah, him. I was hoping I could talk to you guys some more, find out more about what you're doing? For the, uh, paper. SCP-6328-1-D: [looks around] Well, we're doin' the same thing as always. Dr. V█████: But what battle is this? I'm not aware of any that occurred here. SCP-6328-1-D: What are you talking about? This is the infamous battle of the Pinnacle, the turning point of the Second American Civil War, where the Regular Alliance Troupe defeated the US-Canada-North Korea-Mexico-Sealand-Bavaria alliance and cemented Franklin's independence! Dr. V█████: …what? SCP-6328-1-D: In '76, remember? Dr. V█████: Um, I don't think there was a civil war in 1976. SCP-6328-1-D: [places its hands on its hips] Oh, so I'm lying? Are you callin' me a liar? [A reconstruction of an enormous ambulatory plant vaguely resembling an elephant walks past.] Dr. V█████: I am 100% confident that nothing like that has ever fought in any war on this planet. [pause] Well, not on this continent. [pause] Recently. [Another instance hears the commotion and approaches.] SCP-6328-1-E: What's the problem over here? We're about to start. SCP-6328-1-D: This clown is tryin' to tell me there was no Second Civil War. SCP-6328-1-E: [looks at Dr. V█████] Oh shit. [SCP-6328-1-E turns toward another instance, seemingly the "commander" of its group, and produces an unknown sound, believed to be SCP-6328-1-F's name.3] SCP-6328-1-F: [looks up from the map it was studying] Huh? SCP-6328-1-E: You booked the wrong universe, you stupid idiot! SCP-6328-1-F: What? I did not! SCP-6328-1-E: Oh yeah? Then explain to me this guy's face. [points at Dr. V█████] SCP-6328-1-F: Oh shit. Dr. V█████: What? SCP-6328-1-E: That's what I said! How, when you were reserving this place, did you fail to notice these people's faces? Dr. V█████: What about our faces? SCP-6328-1-F: [shrugs] They all look the same to me. SCP-6328-1-E: Wow. SCP-6328-1-D: Racist. SCP-6328-1-F: [pointing to SCP-6328-1-D] Hey, you didn't notice it either! SCP-6328-1-E: [turns to Dr. V█████] I am so sorry about this. Next time we'll make sure somebody who can tell if people have faces or not does the planning. [shouting to the other instances] Alright people, let's go! [All SCP-6328-1 in the vicinity immediately demanifest, accompanied by their equipment. Dr. V█████ watches in dismay as word spreads through the encampment, which fully demanifests in a matter of seconds, rapidly followed by the enemy encampment on the other side of the battlefield.] Dr. V█████: Tell if what?! <end log> This is the last recorded manifestation to date. Footnotes 1. Dr. V█████ and D-4001 each reported that the instance's voice was identical to his own. Further examination of the recording has determined that this is the case for every listener. 2. Which was also part of SCP-6328, and therefore transparent and not generating any detectable heat. 3. Though research is ongoing, this sound has thus far proven impossible to accurately transcribe, as individual human listeners describe it differently. Speech-to-text software invariably transcribes it as "Bob." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6328" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6328. 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-6329
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Photograph of a tunnel close to the entrance of SCP-6329. Note the presence of lighting. Item #: SCP-6329 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its immobility, Site-6329 has been constructed around SCP-6329. The perimeter around SCP-6329 has been fenced off to prevent unauthorized access. All exploration and testing of SCP-6329 must receive approval from project supervisor Dr. Jack Cune. Site-6329 houses Task Force personnel prepared to exterminate potential threats emerging from SCP-6329, as well as personnel equipped for future exploration. In the event that SCP-6329-A instances emerge from the mound, they are to be forced to retreat back into the colony under the threat of firearms. Site-6329 houses a group of researchers (Termite Talkers) focused primarily on communication with instances of SCP-6329-A. The investigation is currently ongoing. Internal exploration of SCP-6329 is to be primarily conducted by drones. Description: SCP-6329 is a colossal termite mound located in █████████, Georgia spanning over 180 meters in height above ground and an unknown measurement below ground. Similar to a standard termite mound, the construction of the structure appears to be a mixture of soil and termite saliva. Contrary to a non-anomalous termite mound, however, the exterior is exceedingly durable and sturdy. All attempts at acquiring a sample of the exterior have resulted in failure. The structure appears to have several entrances located around the perimeter of the mound, all of which are on ground level. The entrances, which take the appearance of hollowed out, two-meter tall hallways, lead deeper into the interior of the termite mound with pathways that branch out to different sectors. As the paths lead deeper into the mound, the construction of the interior becomes more advanced, with concrete, brick, and steel walls slowly replacing the dirt walls. Laboratory analysis reveals that the material in these walls is not traditional concrete or metal, but rather an unknown type of material with near-identical properties. SCP-6329's interior appears to take the form of a massive modern office building, housing an unknown number of "floors" comprised of several different types of rooms ranging from open areas containing dozens of cubicles to break rooms. Some floors hold what appear to be hundreds of individual dormitory rooms, the interior of which all contain a large bed and bathroom. In the intersections of the dormitory floor hallways, what are presumed to be cafeterias and restaurants are spread over large food court areas. The interior of SCP-6329 includes advanced technological devices such as computers, phones, air conditioning systems, lighting, and the internet. The means by which these utilities function is unknown. SCP-6329 houses large termite-like creatures designated as SCP-6329-A. SCP-6329-A instances are capable of standing on their hind legs in a bipedal position at an average of 185 centimeters tall, but appear to prefer to traverse the colony while walking on all six legs. The entities are able to stand on their hind legs for an extended period of time. SCP-6329-A instances appear to be sapient; it is concluded that SCP-6329-A instances are not only capable of basic cognitive skills, but also have the intelligence level of adult humans (See Addendum 6329 1.3 Phone Call Transcript). Attempts at communication with 6329-A's have largely been ignored, and as such have been deemed failures. SCP-6329-A's tend to follow a specific "schedule". This schedule varies from termite to termite, but a majority tend to follow a certain pattern. This pattern has been described below: BETWEEN 6:00 AM - 7:00 AM: 6329-A will awaken and exit their dormitory chamber. In rare cases, 6329-A will not wake up until several hours after the intended time, indicating heightened levels of stress. BETWEEN 7 AM - 8:30 AM: 6329-A will usually enter a cafeteria area, trading an unknown amber-toned substance for plants, wood, or other cellulose items. Upon receiving their desired goods, 6329-A will sit down at a table in the food court and begin eating, typically near other instances of 6329-A. It is not uncommon for 6329-A to skip this portion of the schedule completely. BETWEEN 9:00 AM - 5:00 PM: In this portion of the schedule, the activity of 6329-A instances varies greatly. Individual instances appear to have distinct tasks such as construction and sanitation. However, a majority of 6329-A instances will spend this time in a cubicle. Attempts at observing 6329-A during their work have proven to be futile, as 6329-A instances will get defensive when near humans or recording devices. BETWEEN 5:00 PM - 11:00 PM: Activity of 6329-A instances is entirely unpredictable during this time. By 11:00 PM, every termite in the colony is inside of their dormitory room and is presumed to be asleep. There are certain exceptions to this rule, however, as there appear to be several groups of 6329-A that only work at night. Discovery: The earliest documented existence of SCP-6329 dates to December 1992, although whether or not it existed before this time is unknown. SCP-6329 was originally considered a generally unpopular tourist destination, nicknamed by locals "Skyscraper Rock". Further investigation and excavation of the base of the mound later resulted in the discovery of entrances and the existence of SCP-6329-A. This resulted in the immediate fencing off of SCP-6329, and the Foundation later intervened to control the perimeter of the area. The exploration of SCP-6329 has been discouraged through social media and rumors regarding the mound have been dismissed as urban legends. Addendum 1.1: SCP-6329 Incident On 2020/06/02, an armed Task Force was dispatched to explore the interior of SCP-6329. Two Task Force members, 6329-Delta and 6329-Phi, were separated from the main group after reporting an ambush by SCP-6329-A instances. Upon being separated, Phi and Delta retreated deeper into the mound and encountered several objects of interest, including papers identical to standard business cards (See Addendum 1.2: Items of Interest-6329). Phi and Delta left the mound without reconnecting with the other task force members. Both individuals were later reprimanded for fleeing alone. Addendum 1.2: Item of Interest-6329 IoU-6329-A refers to a collection of identical business cards retrieved by 6329-Delta and 6329-Phi from the interior of SCP-6329. The details imprinted on the card have been detailed below. CACHEX www.cachex.mite Brad Norton 455612 Tax Supervisor █████████, GA █████ Tel. 229-███-████ xbens███@cachex.mite Dr. Cune determined that, because .mite is not a valid top-level domain, both the website and email address were impossible to access. The phone number, however, was found to be functional (See Addendum 1.3: Phone Call Transcript). Addendum 1.3: Phone Call Transcript In a later test, Dr. Cune called the number imprinted on the card in an attempt to schedule an interview with the receiver. The log provided below describes the interaction. Access File Close <BEGIN LOG> Phone rings. DR. CUNE: Hello, is this Mr. Norton 4-5-5-6-1-2? VOICE: Yes, that is me, sir. Please, just use Mr. Norton. How may I help you? DR. CUNE: I was interested in where I can apply for a job at your company. Cachex, correct? VOICE: That is correct. I can transfer you to the customer service desk, if you'd like. DR. CUNE: That would be lovely. But before you do that, I just wanted to chat with you for just a moment. VOICE: Oh. If you were going to ask me about the stool incident, I don't know anything. I just help sell them. DR. CUNE: Stool? VOICE: A stool, y'know, as in the one you sit on. I'm really not supposed to be talking about this. I can transfer y- DR. CUNE: I see. So you sell chairs? VOICE: I don't, no. Well, we do. I'm sorry, I don't want to confuse you. I can transfer you to customer service now. DR. CUNE: Just, wait a second. So what exactly does your company, 'Cachex', do? VOICE: ….you don't know? I don't mean to sound, um, condescending, but we're pretty big. DR. CUNE: I do not. I just happen to have this business card with your information on it. VOICE: What? How? I don't think I've handed mine out at all. Um, you shouldn't have that. DR. CUNE: This isn't about the card. I just want to know what your company does. VOICE: Sir, we sell property and furniture. DR. CUNE: …I see. Interesting… VOICE: …is it? DR. CUNE: Say that I wanted to purchase some furniture. How would I go about doing that? VOICE: Well, you go to the website. Right now we only do remote delivery. You just sign into your account, add your desired items to your cart a- DR. CUNE: The site does not work. VOICE: Huh? DR. CUNE: It's not a valid domain name. It can't be accessed VOICE: Our servers aren't down right now. Are you sure you're connected? DR. CUNE: Connected? VOICE: Um, yeah. Do you have a solid connection? DR. CUNE: What do you mean by 'connected'? There is a brief pause. VOICE: Um, can you excuse me for a moment? DR. CUNE: Alright. A second voice can be heard on the other end. VOICE 2: I'm sorry sir, can you please state your name? DR. CUNE: My name is Edward Pitt. Who is this? VOICE 2: Okay, Mr. Pitt, do you mind telling us a bit about yourself? DR. CUNE: Why? VOICE 2: We just want to know a little bit about you. Will that be an issue for you? DR. CUNE: I suppose not. VOICE 2: Wonderful. I'd like to start by introducing myself. You can call me Jodi. DR. CUNE: Forgive me for being nosy, but what happened to Mr. Norton? VOICE 2: He has some important clients to talk to right now. I'm a customer service worker so he had you transferred to me. DR. CUNE: I see. VOICE 2: Alright, let's begin with an easy question. We are over the phone so I can't get an actual look at you. What are you? DR. CUNE: What am I? VOICE 2: Yes. DR. CUNE: I can't answer something that broad. VOICE 2: (laughs) I should have been more clear. What type are you? DR. CUNE: I'm sorry, I still don't know how to answer that. VOICE 2: If you were describe yourself, what would you say? Are you the kind of bug that prefers to work alone or in larger colonies? I guess it mainly comes down to your anatomy. I don't like to adhere to stereotypes but most drywoods tend to prefer corporate jobs. DR. CUNE: I'm sorry, Jodi. Forgive me for interrupting. I don't mean to sound rude, but what are you? VOICE 2: What am I? Well, if you want my answer, I'm a hard-working mother of seventy-three. But if you want the professional answer…I'm an eastern subterranean termite. DR. CUNE: Allow me to get this straight. You are a termite, and you can talk? VOICE 2: (laughs) Maybe a bit too much. DR. CUNE: You are also saying there are more than just termites inside the mound? VOICE 2: Mound? I assume you mean the building. DR. CUNE: Yes. VOICE 2: Well, of course. We need diggers, transporters, stingers, all sorts of duties. Us termites can't do everything. Now, I'm sorry Mr. Pitt, what did you say you were? DR. CUNE: I'm a human. Other end hangs up. <END LOG> Afterword: All further calls have gone directly to voicemail. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6329" by Nanec, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6329. 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: tunnel.jpg Name: Robbers' Cave Tunnel view into Tunnel 3 Lincoln NE.jpg Author: SharonPapierdreams License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to REDESERT and Jack Waltz for the critique. The image is my own. More by this author: SCP-5767 - A Wise Old Snail SCP-5745 - Prehistoric Rift SCP-5776 - 100% MOST DEFINITELY A KETER SCP-6044 - A ‘Helpful Forest, A Giant Sponge and a Lot of Axolotls SCP-6055 - Havsvågor Enjoy! :) Item#: 6330 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A recovered SCP-6330-1 instance. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force N/A N/A N/A MTF Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6330, physical containment is not currently possible. Funding should be supplied to companies encouraging the sale and purchase of baby monitor cameras, in an attempt to detect and witness SCP-6330 ‘Sleepwalker’ Events. Should reports of a Sleepwalker Event circulate, Mobile Task Force Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ are tasked with investigation and suppression of public media circulation or news reports regarding SCP-6330. All civilians who view SCP-6330-1 or SCP-6330-2 instances are to be immediately administered Class-A amnestics. At any time, one (1) SCP-6330-1 should be held within a small item locker in the site nearest to its recovery (current study instance kept at Site-44). The instance should be examined weekly and any changes, reported to the nearest Level-3 researcher. SCP-6330-1 that are affected by Sleepwalker Events are to be left in the possession of the family they were discovered with, as no anomalous activity has ever been recorded following an Event.1 Families in possession of SCP-6330-1 should be monitored in case of further activity. Description: SCP-6330 is a phenomenon affecting stuffed animals worldwide, though is most common in teddy bears. Manifestation of this phenomenon is referred to as a Sleepwalker Event. Sleepwalker Events occur only within the households of families with young children, typically between the ages of 1 to 14. Events begin by the manifestation of entities referred to as SCP-6330-2. These creatures typically blend with shadows (though this mechanism is poorly understood) and somewhat resemble creatures associated with fantasy, such as dragons or ogres, and always manifest beneath a child’s bed. SCP-6330-2 instances depict behaviour indicating that they intend to hunt or prey upon the sleeping child. SCP-6330-1 are stuffed animals already present in a child’s room, that seem to be non-anomalous prior to SCP-6330-2 manifestations. SCP-6330-1 have been shown to instantaneously manifest small wooden medieval2 weaponry in order to combat SCP-6330-2, and assumably to protect the child. Battles have been shown to last upwards of 20 minutes, and are always near silent. In all most observed cases, SCP-6330-1 have emerged victorious,3 though are severely ‘wounded’ during the skirmish. Torn wool and stuffing are common, and following all known events, SCP-6330-1 have ‘died’ due to their injuries. Prior to ‘death’, the instance will drag the SCP-6330-2’s corpse back under the bed frame and demanifest. It will emerge a short while later, and attempt to climb the bed. The SCP-6330-1 will then embrace its child and ‘pass away’. Addendum 6330.1: Test Logs Due to SCP-6330 incidents being generally random and irregular, a total of one controlled test has taken place. The following is a log of the events. + Show Test 6330-14 - Hide Test 6330-14 Location: Site-44 Date: 14/7/1987 Foreword: The following test was conducted on the grounds of Site-44. Researcher ███’s 7-year-old daughter (henceforth referred to as ‘subject’) was placed in a humanoid containment room and was soothed to sleep using a teddy bear that Researcher ███ claimed the subject had a strong emotional attachment to. This experiment was conducted a total of 13 times prior to the following Sleepwalker Event. MTF Iota-12 were stationed at the room’s entrance for swift intervention if needed. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Pines: Subject has entered REM sleep. Subject: (Quiet snoring) No anomalous activity is observed for 3 hours. At 01:40 PDT, an SCP-6330-2 is observed beneath the subject’s bed. 01:40: A quiet rustling sound can be heard beneath the bed and sounds reminiscent of a large animal’s breathing are audible. A pair of large, scaly clawed hands grasp the rim of the bed. A creature resembling a western dragon emerges. It stands approximately 3 metres above the ground, switching between bipedal and quadrupedal motion. 01:45: For five minutes, the SCP-6330-2 patrols the room, moving silently and methodically, unaware of the surveillance cameras. 01:50: SCP-6330-2 turns towards the subject, poising itself at the foot of the bed, stretching its arms out towards the subject. It gapes its jaws wide, exposing rows of large, pointed teeth and a dark pink tongue. Its motions at this time are likened to that of a snake. As it seems to prepare to lunge at the subject, the stuffed bear stands up on the subject’s chest, and draws a small sword and shield from an unknown source. It positions its sword’s tip pointed downward and has its shield at its side. SCP-6330-1 hunches over slightly and twirls its sword,4 maintaining eye contact with SCP-6330-2. After 10 seconds, the SCP-6330-2 throws its jaws at the subject and SCP-6330-1 responds with a leap towards the subject’s attacker, slicing SCP-6330-2’s eye. The SCP-6330-2 responds with a quiet grunt, and touches its wound, which leaks a viscous black liquid.5 The SCP-6330-1 jumps towards SCP-6330-2 and utilises fabric from the bedsheets to quickly cover the wound, apparently attempting to minimise mess and evidence of its presence. 01:59: Both instances are in battle for 9 minutes before the first signs of damage to SCP-6330-1. Following the severing of one of SCP-6330-2’s dorsal spikes, it strikes the SCP-6330-1 with a heavy slap, which sends SCP-6330-1 across the room. SCP-6330-1 stands back up, placing a hand on its stomach, and looks at its hand which is now covered in wool and stuffing. They charge at each other once again, though the subject seems to move slightly in their sleep. Both instances stop and quickly stare at the subject before the subject settles. The instances resume fighting. 02:10: After 20 minutes of battle, both instances are heavily scarred and injured. After kicking itself off of the SCP-6330-2’s nose, SCP-6330-1 sprints from one side of the room towards SCP-6330-2, leaping into the air and landing a fatal blow, slicing the neck of the other instance, which falls lifeless to the floor. SCP-6330-2 is dragged by the SCP-6330-1, back under the bed. 02:15: A short while later, the SCP-6330-1 emerges. Damage sustained includes loss of one buttoned eye, exposed stuffing and torn wool. It places its sword and broken shield on a nearby table. SCP-6330-1 then drags itself up the bedsheets towards the subject, who was sleeping peacefully throughout the test. It rests beside the child, laying motionless. It seems to glare directly at the camera, and a small woollen thumb protrudes from its round hand, giving a ‘thumbs up’ to researchers. Its head flops onto the child’s cheek before it ceases to move. [END LOG] Upon conclusion of this test, MTF Iota-12 carried out heavy investigation of the bed. The SCP-6330-2’s corpse was not discovered beneath the bed frame, though trace amounts of the aforementioned black substance was present. Samples taken reveal it to be composed of raw haemoglobin and water, though its viscous nature and other physical properties do not support the discovery. The SCP-6330-1 instance was removed and placed in secure storage. It has to date shown no further anomalous properties. Addendum 6330.2: Following a Sleepwalker Event taking place on 07/07/2001, a news headline with the title: Young Boy Reported Missing from Family Home in Portland Was circulated on mass among citizens of Portland, OR. Upon investigators’ arrival at the scene, it was discovered that the young boy’s room had large trails of viscous black liquid streaking the walls. Investigators soon requested Foundation intervention, at which point, MTF Iota-12 were dispatched. Testing confirmed the substance to be that commonly associated with SCP-6330-2, and Iota-12 requested permission to carry out full investigation of the Event. This request was approved by Overseer command. The following file was written by MTF Iota-12 personally. I recommend all informal comments should be ignored. ~ Director Woods. + Show Field Report 6330-131 - Hide Field Report 6330-131 EVENT 131 INCIDENT REPORT Report: 6330-131 Overall Disruption: High (like really bad) Summary: Sleepwalker occurred on the night of 06/07/2001. No camera footage, witness reports or any signs of exactly what happened, though neighbours who were awake reported hearing thumping from the room. Trails of suspected SCP-6330-2 viscera on the walls. Child missing. Additionally, the aforementioned child’s stuffed orca was found in the corner of the room. Well, really parts of it were all over the place, but its main body and head sat hunched over near the bed. It had an amount of the black substance on it, but its eyes were damp with water. We suspect it was an SCP-6330-1 instance. Additional Notes: Local Authorities and Media companies have picked up on the case. The public are very interested in trying to figure out what caused the disappearance. We’ve told them that we think an animal or something came in the room, kid put up a fight, and that the substance was blood, but the kid lost and was taken by it. Unfortunately, they’re not happy with that answer and people are demanding we ‘stop lying to them’. BREAKING: Portland Boy Found! 2 days after the Sleepwalker Event, the child was rediscovered, unconscious behind a hedge in the family’s garden. A brief interview revealed that the child witnessed the final minutes of this Event. He claimed “My orca was fighting a big monster, and then the monster grabbed me and took me out the window but someone saw it6 so it dropped me and I hid in the bush”. A second interview revealed no other discoveries, but the child claimed “the monster ate his socks”. It is unknown what the SCP-6330-2’s intentions were, had it been able to escape with the child. All involved were amnesticised and a cover story was fabricated, with Iota-12 encouraging parents in the local area to purchase video surveillance cameras. Addendum 6330.3: On 19/11/2008, a call was filed to local authorities by a family in Cambridge, England. They claimed to have discovered footage of a Sleepwalker Event within their son’s room. Mobile Task Force Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ were dispatched to investigate. The footage was seized by personnel and all members of the family were administered Class-A amnestics. + Show Document 6330-184 - Hide Document 6330-184 Location: Cambridge, England, within the ████ family’s residence. Date: 19/11/2008 Foreword: The following is a textual description of the events witnessed by baby monitors. It should be noted that this is the first digital recording of a Sleepwalker Event outside of controlled testing. [BEGIN LOG] 12:01: The child’s bed sways lightly as an instance of SCP-6330-2 emerges. The instance resembles an unknown creature, though is described as having a large, muscular frame and stands upright. The instance walks to the opposite end of the room, hunching over and observing the child for exactly 10 minutes. 12:11: The SCP-6330-2 begins to stand further upright, extending an assumably retractable set of claws. The child’s teddy bear, which was placed next to the child, suddenly stands, drawing a bow and quiver. SCP-6330-2 assumes a quadrupedal stance and snarls before lunging towards the bed. The SCP-6330-1 fires a single arrow towards the SCP-6330-2, striking the instance directly in its canine-like snout. SCP-6330-2 responds with a loud huff, reminiscent of that of a bull or bovine. 12:28: The instances battle for approximately 30 minutes, the longest recorded Sleepwalker Event to date. Both show abilities and skill sets consistent with other SCP-6330-1 and -2 instances. Eventually, SCP-6300-2 has SCP-6330-1 pinned to a nearby wall, seeming to ‘strangle’ it. The SCP-6330-2 then pulls one of SCP-6330-1’s arrows from its arm, plunging it into the -1’s chest. SCP-6330-1 shows behaviours likened to those of intense pain. SCP-6330-2 seems to be victorious. The SCP-6330-2 leans its head towards SCP-6330-1, seeming to ‘whisper’ into the instance’s right ear, though audio recordings cannot determine exactly what was vocalised. The SCP-6330-1 lifts up its head, staring blankly into SCP-6330-2’s eyes. It reaches behind its back, pulling out a small, entirely wooden Glock-19 handgun. The bear points the weapon into SCP-6330-2’s forehead and swiftly fires. The shot creates minimal noise and the SCP-6330-2’s body falls limp. Black, viscous fluid is sprayed on the wall. The -1 hauls SCP-6330-2’s corpse towards the bed, noticeably limping. It drags the body by its large forearm and demanifests upon reaching the underneath of the bed. 12:40: SCP-6330-1 returns, and briefly stares around the room before turning to the child. It climbs up a desk and seems to notice a piece of paper and pen. It begins to write a note, which is left on the bedside desk (See Field Report 6330-184). Heavily wounded, the -1 limps to the bed, falling on the child’s chest with its arms stretched wide. There is no further movement, it perishes next to its child. [END LOG] The following is a report of the investigation, written by MTF Iota-12 following the case’s conclusion. + Field Report 6330-184 - Field Report 6330-184 EVENT 184 INCIDENT REPORT Report: 6330-184 Overall Disruption: Low Summary: Sleepwalker begun at 12:01. Fight approx. 30 minutes. Sleepwalker ended at 12:40, with the neutralisation of the affected SCP-6330-1. Really made us question how many times this happened to us all as kids… Additional Notes: SCP-6330-1 produced a note. Only recorded instance of -1s being able to understand english. Reads as following: Hello, Timothy. Thank you for always taking care of me, it really was fun. I was able to repay the favour of protecting you. Unfortunately I am hurt. I need to go, I’m too weak to stay and I just hope you’ll remember me. It’s been fun helping you. I’ve enjoyed my time under your care. Going into this, I knew it would happen; the Sleepwalkers coming for you. I’m just happy I could do my job. Goodbye, my friend. I hope I may see you soon. Footnotes 1. Whether or not instances remain non-anomalous is currently unknown. 2. See Document 6330-184. 3. Usually delivering a fatal blow to the SCP-6330-2’s upper torso, jugular or heart via their small weapons. 4. Despite having no visible ‘fingers’, SCP-6330-1 instances are able to grasp and wield their weapons masterfully. 5. This substance is believed to be a bodily fluid produced by SCP-6330-2. Potentially a substitute for blood or viscera. 6. This discovery indicates that SCP-6330-2 instances seem to fear humans.
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SCP-6331: Frowny Faces Love to Smile With Smile Cream™! NEW from Happy Faces® a subsidiary of Soft Hands® I W A S T O L D S O F T H A N D S ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6331 Special Containment Procedures: MTF Mu-5 ("Secret Shoppers") is tasked with monitoring the Lynchburg, Virginia and Minneapolis, Minnesota areas for further appearances of SCP-6331. All recovered containers are to be kept in Safe Storage at Site-22. Update 09/10/2018: SCP-6331-A is to be held in a low-security humanoid containment cell. Subject is considered non-threatening and should be treated cordially to maintain tractability. The vehicle driven by SCP-6331-A has been placed in Anomalous Vehicle Storage. The instance of SCP-6331-1 printed on it is to be interviewed at the research team's earliest opportunity. Containers of SCP-6331-2 are housed in the same storage facility as SCP-6331. Usage of SCP-6331-2 by personnel requires authorization by the Head Researcher. Update 11/10/2018: SCP-6331-A has been transferred to a medium-security humanoid containment cell and is to be kept gagged when not being interrogated, despite physiological disparities that would suggest vocal restraint being ineffective. All personnel conducting interrogation of SCP-6331-A must wear Embol-Class cognitohazard-screening earphones. SCP-6331-2 has been moved to a separate Safe Storage facility from SCP-6331, per Ethics Committee order to maintain the morale of SCP-6331-1. Investigation into GoI-331 ("Soft Hands®") is ongoing. Description: SCP-6331 refers to a pinkish water-in-oil emulsion, held in containers labelled "Smile Cream™". While none of the ingredients listed upon containers of SCP-6331 are inherently anomalous, when applied to the face, SCP-6331 induces muscle rictus over the course of the next 3 minutes. This effectively forces a user to smile, typically to a degree that impedes use of the mouth. This effect lasts for a minimum of 1 hour, but has been recorded to extend anywhere from 3 to 49 hours1. There is no apparent correlation between length of time of this effect and amount of SCP-6331 used. When used on any other external body part, SCP-6331 produces no unusual effect, and has been described by test subjects as "oily" and "unpleasant". The sole exception to this is use on the hands, where SCP-6331 functions as an effective moisturizing lotion, protecting the skin from minor environmental damage and healing cracks over weeks of consistent use. SCP-6331-1 is the designation for the cartoon of an anthropomorphic flower printed on each container of SCP-6331. When any number of containers of SCP-6331 are left in a room with a single subject, SCP-6331-1 will animate and begin to talk with the subject in a high-pitched voice. Conversations are typically steered towards exhorting the subject to be more happy, as well as advertising SCP-6331. Multiple instances of SCP-6331-1 in the same room are capable of carrying on separate, simultaneous conversations, often to the detriment of intelligibility. Questioning has determined that individual instances of SCP-6331-1 function independently, but are capable of sharing memories with one another. Notably, the speech of SCP-6331-1 instances will synchronize when they are talking about SCP-6331. SCP-6331-1 self-identifies as male and says its name is "Daisy". Individual instances refer to each other as "brothers". Discovery and Initial Containment: SCP-6331 was first identified while being sold in Food Lion stores in and around Lynchburg, Virginia, USA after an increased number of customer complaints via the company's online and telephone contact lines. Cover Protocol 145-Ekwensu2 was enacted and MTF Mu-5 dispatched to retrieve all containers of SCP-6331 and administer amnestics to individuals who purchased it, as well as store employees. In an interview, a store manager claimed to have no idea where SCP-6331 came from, as no shipment thereof had been logged by their receiving department. Despite this discrepancy, barcodes present on the packaging were able to be scanned appropriately via the store's electronic point-of-sale system. Monitoring of Food Lion stores in the state of Virginia has discovered no further instances of SCP-6331 appearing on shelves. Addendum 6331.01: Sample SCP-6331-1 Interview, 11/05/2018 + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: A single instance of SCP-6331-1, printed on a container of SCP-6331 Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney, Lead Interviewer, SCP-6331 <Begin Log, 08:51> SCP-6331-1: Good morning, Doctor Mulvaney! Dr. Mulvaney: [chuckles] Good morning, Daisy. How are you today? SCP-6331-1: Why, I'm just swell, Doctor! Smile Cream™ always keeps my face smiling, and smiling faces make people happy!3 Dr. Mulvaney: That's wonderful to hear! Your smiling face always makes me want to smile. SCP-6331-1: Aw, shucks, Doc. [blushes turns away from the interviewer, holding its hands behind its back] It's just such a gosh-darn pleasure to bring a little more joy into the world, you know? Dr. Mulvaney: That it is, Daisy, that it is. Say, do you mind if I ask you a few questions today? SCP-6331-1: Not at all, Doc! I figured that's why you brought me in here, after all. Dr. Mulvaney: You're one smart cookie. [laughs] So, the thing on my mind today, is I was wondering how you and all your brothers arrived at that grocery store where we found you. The funniest thing is, no one seems to remember when or how you got there! SCP-6331-1: Oh gosh, Doc, that's easy! The delivery driver brought us! Dr. Mulvaney: A delivery driver? With, say, a big rig semi truck? SCP-6331-1: Oh, no, of course not. Happy Faces® only employs a single Happy Delivery™ van. Happy Faces®! Keeping faces happy since one-oh-nine-nine-three-five-four-niner!4 SCP-6331-1: It's a pretty neat gig, too. I have a brother who works on that van, you know? He gets to see all the sights while Smile Cream™ is out being delivered to sad faces who need a Happy Boost™! Dr. Mulvaney: You don't say? We'll have to keep an eye out for him, so we can say hello. SCP-6331-1: Oh, sure! He's real big, you can't miss him! Dr. Mulvaney: Do you ever envy him, getting to see all those sights and so forth? SCP-6331-1: Oh, I could never be envious! After all, I have the most important job at Happy Faces®! Dr. Mulvaney: Yes, yes. Making sure all the frowny faces in the world get the Smile Cream they deserve, isn't that right? SCP-6331-1: You got it in one! [snaps fingers] Play your cards right, Doc, and maybe you'll be selling Smile Cream™ one day! Dr. Mulvaney: [chuckles] Ohh, no fear of that, I'm sure. You're the real talent here. Your job's safe from me. SCP-6331-1 doubles over and laughs uproariously, its face growing increasingly redder. After 40 seconds, SCP-6331-1 finally ceases laughter and wipes tears from its eyes. SCP-6331-1: Oh, Doctor! You're such a card! You really give me a reason to smile! And so I use Smile Cream™ for all the other times! Smile Cream™! Because faces in need deserve to smile! <End Log, 09:03> Update 09/10/2018 On 09/10/2018, Foundation agents tracking SCP-████ activity in the Minneapolis metro area alerted Site-22 command about a possible SCP-6331 containment breach. A delivery van bearing an image of SCP-6331-1 on the side was spotted by numerous civilians driving aimlessly through the city streets. A real-time disinformation campaign was started in earnest to get ahead of social media posting, while MTF Kappa-90 ("Bastard Cops") was deployed to apprehend the vehicle and driver. The driver, designated SCP-6331-A, was unexpectedly cooperative with MTF agents, stating it had been attempting to locate a Foundation Site without success for over a week. Agents guided the entity to a Foundation safehouse, whereupon it and its vehicle were taken into custody. SCP-6331-A is a humanoid, 1.7 meters tall, fair-skinned and with a thin build, wearing a uniform consisting of overalls, boots, t-shirt and ball cap, the latter two bearing an image of SCP-6331-15 The entity's most notable feature is the smooth plane of skin present where its facial features should be. Despite lacking eyes, ears, nose and mouth, the entity is capable of sight, hearing, speech and olfaction. It has stated it "no longer" needs to eat. SCP-6331-A's arms terminate just below the wrist, with smooth, rounded skin covering the ends. Again, despite this deformity, SCP-6331-A demonstrates considerably more ease manipulating objects than would be expected from a baseline amputee or individual with congenital limb defects. The van being driven by SCP-6331-A contained 35 cases of a variation of SCP-6331, termed SCP-6331-2, with a similar ingredient list and near identical chemical properties. Of note, the phrase "New And Improved!" features prominently on the packaging. SCP-6331-2 lacks SCP-6331's muscular rigor effect, and instead causes the mouth to form into a slight smile while the face is relaxed. This effect lasts upwards of 8 hours per application. The cream has been described as "fragrant" and "pleasant to use". Instances of SCP-6331-1 printed on these containers and on the van have been noted to be significantly less animated and conversant than previous instances, displaying simple, repetitive movements and vocalizations limited to advertising SCP-6331-2. Addendum 6331.02: SCP-6331-A Initial Interview + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: SCP-6331-A Interviewer: Dr. Gloria Sanborn, Site-22 Researcher Foreword: Interview took place on 09/10/2018 in Interview Room 2A at Site-22. Dr. Harry Maimone, SCP-6331 Head Researcher, and Junior Researcher James Barnard were observing. <Begin Log, 14:21> Dr. Sanborn: All right, SCP-6331-A, you seem eager to please, so let's start at the beginning. SCP-6331-A: Sure, but, uh, I'm sorry, that's not my name. Dr. Sanborn: Oh? What do I call you, then? SCP-6331-A: Larry. Dr. Sanborn: Larry. All right. Is that short for Lawrence? SCP-6331-A: No. Lariola. Dr. Sanborn: Uh. Right. Anyway, from the beginning. Can you tell us where you were expecting to take your shipment of [checks notes] Smile Cream? SCP-6331-A: I was told to deliver it to the Foundation. Like, any Foundation site. Unfortunately, the directions they gave me were junk, and I just could not find you guys no matter what I tried. I was real thankful your boys showed me the way here. Dr. Sanborn: I see. And why— SCP-6331-A: Also, you said it wrong. Dr. Sanborn: I beg your pardon? SCP-6331-A: It's not "Smile Cream." It's "Smile Cream™."6 Dr. Sanborn: Well, I— SCP-6331-A: The higher-ups at Happy Faces® drilled that into my head on day one! They're real concerned about branding, you know? Dr. Sanborn: We're getting off topic. Why were you supposed to deliver S— the product to the Foundation? SCP-6331-A: Well, it was just supposed to be a regular delivery, you know? Only I overheard one of the sales guys saying something about samples, and another guy said, uh, "I figure those Skippers need to lighten up." Pretty sure that's what it was. Dr. Sanborn: All right. What would you have done had we not provided you with an escort to this facility? SCP-6331-A: Just keep driving around until I found something, I guess. I don't mean to criticize how you all do business, but you really aren't gonna get many customers if you hide your store fronts like that. Dr. Sanborn: I'll, ah, take that into advisement. Now, we have some experience with… Smile Cream before— SCP-6331-A shakes its head and produces a clicking sound. Dr. Sanborn: But the batch you've brought us seems different. Do you know why this is? SCP-6331-A: Oh! Yes, ma'am, I sure do! Subject begins rummaging in his uniform pockets. Security in the room moves to subdue, but is held off with a signal from. Dr. Sanborn. SCP-6331-A does not appear to notice this. SCP-6331-A: I was actually hoping you'd ask! I get to read my spiel. Subject produces and unfolds a piece of paper with indecipherable writing in large font. Subject clears throat. SCP-6331-A: "To our friends at the Foundation: Hi! We at Happy Faces®, a subsidiary of Soft Hands®, would like to present you with this gift, from our company to yours! Please enjoy the all-new, improved formula of New And Improved Smile Cream™! It's sure to get all your employees happy and smiling in no time!" SCP-6331-A: So what do ya think? Dr. Sanborn: Ah, well, that's really most generous of them. I'll make sure that product is enjoyed by as many of our employees as possible. SCP-6331-A: [Sighs in relief.] Oh, that's great to hear. Say, not to be a bother, but could I get a glass of water? Dr. Sanborn: Um. Yes, that can be arranged. Dr. Sanborn signals the observation booth, and JR Barnard is dispatched to fulfill the request. SCP-6331-A: Thanks. You're pretty nice, ma'am. Dr. Sanborn: We do make an effort to keep our guests comfortable. Speaking of comfort, would you mind telling me about your face and hands? SCP-6331-A drops its head and is silent for 30 seconds. Dr. Sanborn: I apologize, Larry, if it's a sore topic— SCP-6331-A: No, no, that's okay. You folks all have such nice hands and faces, I guess it's natural you'd be curious. Well, uh… SCP-6331-A: S-So, I've never had hands. I mean, none of us have. From what I understand, that's why Soft Hands® does what they do. As for my face… Subject waves its arm over its face. JR Barnard enters the interview room with a glass of water, which he hands to Dr. Sanborn before leaving again. SCP-6331-A expresses thanks, then spends the rest of the interview not interacting with the water. SCP-6331-A: Well, it's like this. Sometimes, when you get into a gig, you have to make a few sacrifices. You know, get up early in the morning, spend all day at work, maybe work overtime if production's high. Stuff like that. So if you get new bosses who say they need your face for a big, important project that's central to their new line of products, well… I'm just a normal bottom-rung delivery guy. Who am I to say no? Minute-long pause. Dr. Sanborn: Well… That's… SCP-6331-A: I mean, it's not like I was using it for anything, right? Who really needs a face, I ask ya? And… I get to see him every time I go out for a delivery, so it's not so bad. Dr. Sanborn: "Him?" SCP-6331-A: Um. Daisy. The mascot. He's always nearby. Dr. Sanborn: I think that's enough for now, Larry. SCP-6331-A: [quietly] I hate what they did to him. <End Log, 15:02> Closing Statement: While SCP-6331-A has been entirely tractable during its containment, attempting to maintain its belief that the Foundation is a business has presented the containment team with unique challenges. Addendum 6331.03: Incident 6331.04 A second interview was conducted with SCP-6331-A on 11/10/2018 under the same circumstances as the previous one. Dr. Sanborn was directed to ask the subject about its place of employment, and gain any information about how to locate or contact either "Happy Faces" or "Soft Hands". The subject again proved cooperative. However, when providing the group's address, SCP-6331-A produced an audio cognitohazard which immediately incapacitated Dr. Sanborn, Dr. Maimone and JR Barnard. SCP-6331-A reacted with distress, confusion and numerous apologies. Security personnel were stationed outside the interview room, due to SCP-6331-A being assessed as a low threat risk, and so were able to respond quickly to the event. Standard vocal suppression techniques were utilized and proved effective despite SCP-6331-A's lack of mouth. Medical personnel were brought in and able to stabilize all three researchers in short order. Drs. Sanborn and Maimone had lost their hands at the wrists, with an appearance similar to that of SCP-6331-A's arms. JR Barnard was affected less severely, as he had returned from a restroom break in the middle of the cognitohazard being spoken. His hands have atrophied, possessing a gangrenous outward appearance. Attempts to repair damage and restore blood flow to JR Barnard's hands have made minimal progress but are still ongoing. Analysis of Drs. Sanborn and Maimone revealed that their DNA had been altered in such a way as to remove genetic markers for development of hands and digits, as well as the muscular and vascular structures required to support appendages at the end of the forearm. In a followup interview conducted by Dr. Mulvaney, SCP-6331-A stated that it was "just trying to help", that it "had no idea" the effects would occur, and that it was "extremely sorry for hurting anyone". At this point, the Foundation's true nature was revealed to the subject, who accepted increased containment strictures as a justified punishment for its actions. Containment procedures were updated. Addendum 6331.04: Post-Incident 6331.04 Interview + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: Dr. Gloria Sanborn Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney Foreword: Interview took place on 12/10/2018 in the Site-22 Hospital Wing, Room 190, after Dr. Sanborn regained consciousness following Incident 6331.04. <Begin Log, 15:19> Dr. Mulvaney: She's awake, beginning recording. Gloria? How are you feeling? Dr. Sanborn: Uh. Terry? I'm all right, I think. Must have been a nasty fall… I… I'm not quite sure what happened. Mulvaney: You've been through some changes, so I want to try and prepare you for— Dr. Sanborn rubs her face with her right arm stump, then pauses and observes it for 5 seconds. Sanborn: Mm. Mulvaney: Nevermind, then. We've got our geneticists doing what they can to find a fix, but this is nothing they've ever seen before. Sanborn: A fix? [rubs head] I… This is really strange, Terry. Mulvaney: How so? Sanborn: I obviously used to have hands, once upon a time. [raises arms] I mean, I remember doing a lot of things, a week ago, a month, a year, that you would definitely need fingers to do. And yet… Sanborn: I don't remember having them. Not in any of those memories. It's just this. [waves arm] So it's not bothering me. Mulvaney: I guess it's good that you're calm, at least. Sanborn: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Dr. Sanborn taps Dr. Mulvaney on the arm. Dr. Mulvaney flinches away. Sanborn: Go get those Smile Cream™ bastards for me, Terry, won't you? Mulvaney: Uh. <End Log, 15:30> Closing Statement: Paralinguistic instance noted. Dr. Maimone displayed similar vocal ability and an equally equanimitable reaction to losing his hands. Observation and rehabilitation efforts are underway. Both subjects are completely adept at utilizing their wrists to manipulate objects, though typing remains a challenge, and all three have been placed on medical leave for the time being. Addendum 6331.05: First Interview with SCP-6331-1.2, 12/10/2018 + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: The variant of SCP-6331-1 printed on SCP-6331-A's delivery van, designated SCP-6331-1.2. Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney <Begin Log, 15:19> Dr. Mulvaney: No time for pleasantries, I'm afraid, I need to get straight to the questions today, if you don't mind. SCP-6331-1.2: Good morning, Future Smiler™. Why not start your day right with New And Improved Smile Cream™, now from Happy Faces®. Dr. Mulvaney: Of course. I want to know what happened to my people and how we can fix them. Your driver's no help, so you're my only other source of information. SCP-6331-1.2: Frowny faces choose New And Improved Smile Cream™ to help them smile. Try some today! Dr. Mulvaney: Daisy, are you even listening to me? How do we get their hands back? SCP-6331-1.2: Try New And Improved Smile Cream™ for that effortless smile that lasts all day long. Dr. Mulvaney: I… Do you know who I am? SCP-6331-1.2 looks over at Dr. Mulvaney, the first time its eyes have moved during containment. After three seconds, it returns to its default posture. SCP-6331-1.2: You're a Future Smiler™, ready to take their first step to a happier future with New and Improved Smile Cream™. New And Improved Smile Cream™: Have a happier smile today. Dr. Mulvaney: Oh my god. What happened to you? SCP-6331-1.2: How do I keep happy and smiling, you ask? Why, with New And Improved Smile Cream™. On sale now, at retailers in your dimension. <End Log, 15:25> Closing Statement: A followup interview with both an instance of SCP-6331-1 and an instance of SCP-6331-1.2 printed on a container demonstrated that SCP-6331-1.2 is not linked to the collective consciousness of SCP-6331-1. SCP-6331-1 also expressed dismay and a general distrust of SCP-6331-1.2, and has been significantly less upbeat in subsequent interviews. Neither SCP-6331-1 nor SCP-6331-1.2 have been able to provide any information on the circumstances of Incident 6331.04. Addendum 6331.06: Incident 6331.05, 18/10/2018 + Access timetable - Access granted Time Event 13:30 Drs. Sanborn and Maimone are present in Room 180, undergoing scheduled medical therapy and testing as part of their recovery following Incident 6331.04 13:36 Alarms sound as a containment breach in the Site-22 Keter Wing activates site-wide lockdown protocols. Subjects in Room 180 take shelter per standard breach procedure. 13:47 Containment breach spills over into Safe Wing. Able-bodied personnel in Room 180 attempt to repel SCP-████ drones. Materials at hand insufficient, and personnel are assimilated. 13:49 As this is ongoing, SCP-6331-A enters Room 180.7 Subject converses with Drs. Sanborn and Maimone while shielding them from attack by converted personnel. 13:53 SCP-████ drones are repelled from Room 180 as responding recontainment personnel sweep through the area. Non-converted personnel and SCP-6331-A are ignored for unknown reasons. Earlier conversation continues. 14:02 Dr. Maimone lifts a pen between his arms and uses it to key a security override in Room 180. Further footage lost. After the all-clear was sounded, SCP-6331-A's absence from its containment cell was noted. Discovery of security camera tampering led to a search of Room 180. The following hand-written document was found: Dear Foundation, Though we appreciate your attempts to undo the changes, it's become clear to us that we don't really fit in here anymore. Living Unhanded in a Handed world is just too painful, no one really understands, least of all us, and the mismatched memories don't help any. Larry is very concerned about being reprimanded by his superiors for his actions here, so he is returning to his place of employment and has offered to take us with him. Whether we end up working for Happy Faces®, Soft Hands® or some other entity out there, know that we are optimistic about finding our true purposes elsewhere. Dr. Sanborn is preparing an amnestic regimen as I write this, so you won't have to worry about any intel leaking once we're gone. I'm sorry we're leaving on such short notice, but Gloria and I have been discussing this for a few days, and now seemed like the right time to go. Keep on Securing, Containing and Protecting™. We still think the work you do is important. Sincerely, Dr. Harold B. Maimone Dr. Gloria A. Sanborn Handwriting matches that of Dr. Maimone. Alongside the note were three spent Class-C amnestic applicators. The van previously driven by SCP-6331-A was discovered missing from storage. Neither Dr. Maimone, Dr. Sanborn nor SCP-6331-A have been seen since. Footnotes 1. Median duration 2.4 hours 2. "Area-Wide Product Recall" 3. SCP-6331-1 has never been seen to utilize SCP-6331, nor does applying SCP-6331 to its own containers have any effect on SCP-6331-1. 4. Significance of this number sequence unknown. 5. Notably, the only depictions of SCP-6331-1 encountered to date that do not animate under any circumstance. 6. Despite the differences present in written transcripts, there is no way to audibly differentiate these two pronunciations. Memetic element hypothesized. 7. Analysis of security footage is inconclusive as to how it escaped containment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6331" by TL333s, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6331. 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-6332
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keter
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Link To Guide Item#:6332 Clearance Level 3: Clearance SCP-6332 prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6332 is to be kept in a heavily reinforced two-layer amphibian enclosure which is able to withstand explosions equivalent to at least 1 3 kilotons1 of TNT. Each layer of the enclosure is to be outfitted with a steel-encased concrete door with a remote locking system. Protocol D: Biweekly Once a week, a D-Class personnel is to enter SCP-6332's containment and wait for SCP-6332 to make a request. The Foundation and D-Class personnel are to cooperatively fulfill the request if possible. Otherwise, the D-Class personnel is to tell SCP-6332 the request cannot be fulfilled. In the event SCP-6332 reaches the outer layer, Foundation personnel are to request that it goes back to the inside layer. If it refuses, Foundation personnel are to release naphthalene gas in the outside layer until SCP-6332 returns. Description: SCP-6332 is a salamander biologically resembling the Ambystoma maculatum2. However, SCP-6332 is physically more resistant to injury than its non-anomalous counterparts and is estimated to be able to withstand blasts equivalent to up to 1.2 3 kilotons of TNT. Through unknown means, SCP-6332 is capable of coherently speaking and understanding all known languages. SCP-6332 utilizes these vocalizations in order to make requests, henceforth referred to as 6332-A events. Failure to adhere to these requests results in a variety of potential consequences involving an anomalous explosive force henceforth referred to as 6332-B events. The means by which SCP-6332 is able to manifest these events is unknown. However, the nature of SCP-6332 suggests that 6332-B events are a byproduct of its emotional state in response to unfulfilled requests. Giving orders or demands to SCP-6332 will result in an immediate 6332-B event that is, in most cases, fatal. Discovery Log Date: 27/03/2021 SCP-6332 was retrieved from Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada, by Provisional Task Force Tau-33 ("Talking Tides"). The Foundation was alerted to the anomaly due to reports of a “talking salamander” and scorched trees. Transcription of the body camera of the Tau-33 leader ("Tsunami") is provided below. Discovery Log Transcript Task Force Assigned: Provisional Task Force Tau-33 "Talking Tides" Task Force: "Tsunami", "Hurricane", "Maelstrom", "Waterspout" <Begin Log> Control: Remember, all we know is the thing talks. Stay focused; we don't know what it can do. Don’t forget about the reports of “scorched trees”, either. Tsunami: Understood. Tsunami: Eyes up, team. In-and-out in less than thirty, just like always. Hurricane, Maelstrom, Waterspout: Yes sir. [Tau-33 head towards the last reported location of SCP-6332.] Waterspout: I have eyes on the target. Tsunami: What's the situation like? Waterspout: Target seems docile, but the ground is scorched, similar to previous reports. Tsunami: Alright. Hurricane, Maelstrom, keep your distance and eyes on the target. Waterspout, we're movin' in. Waterspout: Understood. Stay cautious, though. Looks like this thing's got somethin' nasty up its sleeve. Maelstrom: Salamanders don't have sleeves, Water. Waterspout: Try to stay focused for more than a couple seconds. Hurricane: We're about to engage with the target, now's not the time for back n' forth. [Tsunami and Waterspout approach SCP-6332. SCP-6332 looks in their direction, but otherwise does not react.] Tsunami: (To SCP-6332) Hey, why don't you come with us? [SCP-6332 does not respond. It turns to face Tsunami.] [Tsunami carefully reaches for SCP-6332. SCP-6332 takes several steps backwards.] [SCP-6332's skin starts to emit a small amount of orange light.] Waterspout: Get back! Something's not right! [Tsunami jumps backwards. An explosive goes off from SCP-6332's location. Tsunami is launched several meters backwards. Flames cover the camera lens.] Tsunami: (Whispers) Shit. Maelstrom: Status? Waterspout: Got a few burns. Nasty little creature. Maelstrom: Looked like it hurt. Any orders? Hurricane: Awaiting further instruction. Tsunami: (To Control) SCP-6332 seems to be capable of spontaneous combustion and explosive force. It seems unharmed despite being the hypocenter. Control: Understood. Proceed with caution. Tsunami: We're gonna have to get it to come with us quietly. If we try to beat it with force… Waterspout: Moving in. Maelstrom, Hurricane, let me know if you see anything strange. [Waterspout keeps their distance from SCP-6332.] Waterspout: (To SCP-6332) This is your chance to come with us quietly. [SCP-6332 does not respond] Waterspout: This is an order. Don't force our hand. SCP-6332: No thanks! [Camera footage shows Waterspout emit an orange glow. Multiple distinct cracking sounds can be heard, followed by a low rumble. Waterspout collapses to the ground, and black smoke rises from their corpse.] Maelstrom: Jesus! Hurricane: Holy hell… Tsunami: Fuck! (To Control) Waterspout's down… Control: Understood. Can you complete the mission? [Several seconds of silence.] Tsunami: I have an idea, but I'm not sure if it'll work. Maelstrom: Are you insane?! We just saw Water's insides reduced to fucking mush! Tsunami: Maels- Maelstrom: I say we come back with backup, a plan, equipment—something better than a hunch at least! Tsunami: This isn't just a talking salamander; who knows what kind of damage it can cause. I think I've figured it out and I'm willing to risk it. Time is not on our side, here. Tsunami: (To Control) I'm engaging with SCP-6332. Control: Understood. Don't do anything stupid. [Tsunami keeps their distance from SCP-6332. SCP-6332 starts eating a worm.] Tsunami: (To SCP-6332) Hey. [SCP-6332 raises its head and looks at Tsunami] Tsunami: Will you come with us, please? SCP-6332: Yes! Can Eda come, too? Tsunami: Eda? SCP-6332: Yes, Eda! [Tsunami pauses for a moment.] Tsunami: Yes, Eda can come. Will you tell us where they are, please? SCP-6332: They said they'd come back soon! Tsunami: Alright. We can come back and get them later, okay? SCP-6332: Okay! <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-6332 willingly followed Tsunami, and Tau-33 successfully delivered SCP-6332 to Site-33. It was noted that SCP-6332 may respond positively to requests given to it, in ways that may otherwise seem unnatural. Additionally, Tsunami opted to report that they felt the latter half of the transcript was incorrect. When asked to elaborate, they were unable to give a direct answer. Addendum 6332-1: Interview with SCP-6332 Interviewer: Dr. Sal Interviewee: SCP-6332 Date: 29/03/2021 Foreword: Dr. Sal asked SCP-6332 for permission to interview it in order to minimize possible emotional turmoil. <Begin Log> Dr. Sal: Hey, SCP-6332. Is it alright if I ask a few questions? SCP-6332: Yes! Dr. Sal: Great. So, can you tell me how you're able to talk, please? SCP-6332: Yes! Eda asked me to! Dr. Sal: Eda? Can you tell us who Eda is, please? SCP-6332: No thanks! She said don't tell anyone! Dr. Sal: Can you tell us where to find her? SCP-6332: No thanks! She said she'd come back soon! Has Eda come back yet? I'm bored! Dr. Sal: We'll investigate. Do you happen to know Eda’s last name? SCP-6332: Yes! Dr. Sal: Can you tell me, please? SCP-6332: No thanks! She said don't tell anyone! [Dr. Sal quickly writes something down.] Dr. Sal: I think that'll be all for now. Thank you for your cooperation. <End Log> Closing Statement: Investigations are currently ongoing to determine the location of possible suspects with the first name "Eda". Dr. Sal opted to report feelings of discomfort in regards to the logs. When asked why he felt the report was necessary, he was unable to give a clear answer. Addendum 6332-2: Event 6332-B-1 Log Event 6332-B-1 Date: 01/04/2021 Event Description: An explosion occurred in the west wing of Site-33, causing a temporary containment breach of the following anomalies: [REDACTED]. The explosion is estimated to have been equivalent to 0.3 kilotons of TNT. Additional Notes: Following this event, Dr. Sal sent a D-Class personnel equipped with a body camera into SCP-6332's enclosure to communicate with it. The transcript of the body camera footage is attached below. 6332-2 Transcript Date: 01/04/2021 Personnel: D-913 <Begin Log> (Dr. Sal talks to D-913 through his earpiece.) Dr. Sal: Head up to the second door and standby. D-913: Uh, alright. [D-913 reaches the second door. Several minutes of silence pass.] Dr. Sal: Alright, we’re opening the door now. Recite the rules back to me. D-913: (Sighs) ‘Don’t make sudden movements, and don’t give orders. Phrase your sentences as questions when appropriate.’ Dr. Sal: Good. Head inside, we’re watching the footage right now. [D-913 slowly approaches SCP-6332. The enclosure is covered in thick soot.] Dr. Sal: Okay, that’s close enough. Now, ask it if you can talk to it. D-913: You want me to talk to a literal salamander? Dr. Sal: You are to listen to what we tell you to do. This is very important. D-913: Alright, I guess. (To SCP-6332) Hey, is it alright if I talk with you? SCP-6332: (Angry tone) YES! D-913: Jesus, okay, it really can talk. (To Dr. Sal) I don’t think this guy’s friendly… Dr. Sal: That’s alright, as long as it said yes. Keep going. Ask it if it can stop the explosions. D-913: Explosions? What the hell are you talking about? Dr. Sal: None of your concern, D-913. Do not question your orders, please. This is a serious matter. D-913: (Whispers) Whatever. D-913: (To SCP-6332) Hey little guy, will you please stop the explosions? SCP-6332: No thanks! Dr. Sal: Ask it why it won’t stop. D-913: (To SCP-6332) Is there a reason you won’t stop the explosions? SCP-6332: Yes! D-913: Why is that? SCP-6332: I want to see Eda again! Where is Eda! Eda said she’d come back! [SCP-6332 proceeded to talk about Eda for another 24 seconds. This has been omitted for the sake of brevity.] Dr. Sal: Alright, we’ll have to look further int- SCP-6332: (Shouting) Bring me Eda, please! D-913: Hey, uh, they’re gonna look for Eda, okay? SCP-6332: No! Bring me Eda, please! Dr. Sal: Let it know we can’t at the moment, but that the investigation is currently ongoing. D-913: (To SCP-6332) Hey, little guy, sorry but we don’t know where Eda i- [The camera footage is overpowered by an orange glow. D-913 expresses an unusual warmth inside his body. Seconds later, the camera footage cuts out and the microphone is rendered useless.] <End Log> + Show SCiPNET Email - Hide SCiPNET Email To: Site-33 Personnel From: Dr. Sal Subject: RE:Prevention of 6332-B events. Following the events of 6332-B-1, personnel are prohibited from interacting directly with SCP-6332. Despite using all information available to us, SCP-6332 clearly has other anomalous properties that remain unknown, and at this time it is too dangerous to find out what those are. In future research, D-Class personnel are to be used in cases where personnel are necessary. Effective immediately, Protocol D is to be enacted to minimize collateral damage. Stay safe, – Dr. Sal Addendum 6332-3: Protocol D Incident 1A Incident 1A Date: 08/04/2021 Event Description: During the enactment of Protocol D, SCP-6332 requested to meet with Dr. Sal. Additional Notes: Transcription of Dr. Sal’s body camera footage is provided below. Incident 1A Transcript Date: 08/04/2021 Personnel: Dr. Sal <Begin Log> [Dr. Sal walks into the inner layer of SCP-6332’s containment.] Dr. Sal: Hello, SCP-6332. SCP-6332: Hi! Dr. Sal: Can you tell me why you wanted to see me? SCP-6332: No thanks! [Short pause] SCP-6332: Tell me where you live! Dr. Sal: W-what? SCP-6332: Tell me where you live, please! [Dr. Sal takes a short pause, and tells SCP-6332 his address.] SCP-6332: Thank you! Dr. Sal: Can I leave now? SCP-6332: No thanks! Bring Eda to me, please! [Short pause] Dr. Sal: Bring you Eda? SCP-6332: Yes please! Dr. Sal: (Whispering) Shit. [Short pause] Dr. Sal: (Sighs) Eda can’t be found. Sorry, SCP-6332, but that can’t be done. [SCP-6332 does not respond. SCP-6332 starts emitting an orange glow. Dr. Sal braces. A minute of silence has been omitted for brevity.] Dr. Sal: A-Aren’t you gonna kill me? SCP-6332: No thanks! Dr. Sal: Wait then… what did you… [Short pause] Dr. Sal: Oh god… please don’t tell me… SCP-6332: I wanted to see Eda! [Dr. Sal falls to the floor.] SCP-6332: You must’ve done something to Eda! Eda promised she’d come back! Leave me alone now! Control: Dr. Sal, we have a report of an explosion at your house. [Dr. Sal remains silent, and leaves SCP-6332’s containment enclosure.] <End Log> NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Information contained in the following document has been anomalously altered. It is likely that reading said documents will expose you to anomalous effects. Caution is advised. Addendum: Investigation results Level 4 Clearance Required Access Granted Investigation regarding Eda Results: - Was involved in the origin of SCP-6332’s anomalous traits. - Has a desire to withhold information about themselves from others. - Is deceased. - Is not anomalous. - Their name is Eda. - has yet to meet with SCP-6332 again. Additional Notes: Researchers tasked with the investigation of Eda unanimously agreed that the information in this document was incorrect. It is therefore hypothesized that information regarding Eda is self-contained (i.e. antimemetic), and that records regarding Eda are anomalously altered. Despite an alleged “alteration”, update logs of these investigation results show no extraordinary changes. Information deemed “incorrect” by the researchers tasked with this investigation has been crossed out. Footnotes 1. 1000000 kilograms. 2. Colloquially referred to as a spotted salamander.
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SCP-6333
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keter
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Crown of SCP-6333-2C (assigned Site-19), longest-lived Yggdrasil-variant in Foundation care. Approximate age and height when pictured: 150 years, 3.7 meters. Item #: SCP-6333 [δ-level tier documentation access] Special Containment Procedures: Standard access level protocols (i.e., Level-4 and Level-5 permissions) do not apply to SCP-6333 documentation. Access to preliminary SCP-6333 documentation is provided to Site Directors of facilities containing a minimum of 100 officially designated SCP anomalies. Site Directors may provide O5-approved abridged versions of SCP-6333 documentation to their designated emergency successor(s) as desired. Access to comprehensive documentation (designated across five access tiers) may be requested by Site Directors whose corresponding Sites have successfully maintained care of an SCP-6333-2 instance for at least three consecutive decades. All SCP-6333-1 instances are to be carefully cataloged and kept in high-priority secure storage at Sites designated by O5 Council member consensus. Instances not pertaining to hardwood tree species may be requested for use when seeking uncontained SCP-6333-1 instances. Permission from a majority of O5 Council members is required prior to the planting of any SCP-6333-1 instances. SCP-6333-2 containment chambers must be equipped with air filtration systems, artificial sunlight lamps, water distillation pumps, and gardening supplies as appropriate. Manufactured objects containing iron are not permitted within SCP-6333-2 enclosures. Ideally, SCP-6333-2 instances are to be contained underground, though exceptions may be made for instances that exceed 3 meters in height. A team of at least 10 onsite researchers, led by the Site Director, is to be assigned to each Site’s SCP-6333-2 instance. As of 2020, the 12 largest Foundation facilities worldwide each possess one SCP-6333-2 instance that has exceeded 50 years of age. Foundation Sites seeking to host a SCP-6333-2 instance must petition the O5 Council with a detailed analysis of containment history, personnel psychological evaluations, employee turnover statistics, and resource allocation budgeting. Due to the extreme scarcity of SCP-6333-1 and surviving SCP-6333-2 instances, experimentation involving SCP-6333 is to be kept at an absolute minimum. Description: SCP-6333 refers to a set of plant-based anomalies, SCP-6333-1 and SCP-6333-2. SCP-6333-1 are anomalous seeds, primarily of plant species commonly sold as indoor houseplants for hobbyists. SCP-6333-1 instances are visually and physically identical to non-anomalous variants, but will produce visible and infrared light of increasing intensity when in close proximity to other SCP-6333-1 and SCP-6333-2 instances. SCP-6333-2 refers to plants grown from SCP-6333-1 instances. The noted variations between SCP-6333-2 instances and their non-anomalous counterparts are as follows: SCP-6333-2 possess extremely heightened longevity. SCP-6333-2 grow into increasingly warped and irregular forms as they age, eventually only vaguely resembling their apparent species. SCP-6333-2 do not produce seeds or flowers. SCP-6333-2 flourish best when kept in the same vicinity as other anomalous objects, particularly living anomalous entities. The area of effect for this attribute increases with the age of the SCP-6333-2 instance. SCP-6333-2 exhibit immediate negative reactions1 when artificial substances2 are applied to any part of the plant. SCP-6333-2 grant positive effects to individuals that they recognize as caretakers,3 during certain stages of cultivation. (See Addendum-6333-1.) Addendum-6333-1 δ-level - List of SCP-6333-2 instances, and assigned Sites, catalogued within the past 10 years: SCP-6333-2AE, personal adornments retained. Instance #: SCP-6333-2AE Assigned Site: Site-64 Species: Euphorbia pulcherrima (poinsettia) Anomaly Variant: “Gaokerena” Recovery Details: Obtained from an apartment in Oregon, United States. Initial caretaker was a graphic designer4 who relied on freelance commissions for income. Analysis of the soil composition indicated the presence of partially decayed organic matter, likely composted byproducts of the caretaker’s cooking. Specific Observations: SCP-6333-2AE responds well to application of various types of fertilizers and nutrient mixes. On days when fertilizer was applied to SCP-6333-2AE, reports were noted of staff within the Site suddenly recovering from minor ailments, such as allergies, fatigue, and aches. Care Modification History: While commercially produced fertilizers are viable, SCP-6333-2AE appears to respond best to handmade or naturally produced nutrient additives, such as food waste compost produced on-Site and waste water from freshwater aquariums. Provided the health of SCP-6333-2AE is retained, researchers assigned to it will be transitioning from using both commercial and handmade fertilizers, to using solely non-commercial fertilizers. SCP-6333-2AF, before growth supports added. Instance #: SCP-6333-2AF Assigned Site: Site-36 Species: Gymnocalicium mihanowichii (grafted moon cacti) Anomaly Variant: “Jianmu” Recovery Details: Obtained from a street food stand in Kolkata, India. The vendor5 was noted to have had no formal education, but demonstrated significant aptitude for learning to speak new languages. Locals familiar with the vendor reported witnessing them frequently speak to SCP-6333-2AF when practicing new words in foreign languages. Specific Observations: Following initial transport of the instance to Site-36, personnel noted that it appeared discolored and did not respond well to usual plant care. One of the researchers assigned to the entity took the initiative to recite nursery rhymes and tongue-twisters in three languages to SCP-6333-2AF for thirty minutes, following which the instance’s coloration returned to its initial state. The researcher has been commended for their quick thinking. Care Modification History: (Tentatively assigned.) A designated team of researchers is to rotate schedules for reading aloud to SCP-6333-2AF for three hours each day. Reading material is to be submitted and approved by the Site Director. Priority is given to determining whether SCP-6333-2AF exhibits preferences for certain kinds of listening material. Intelligence test batteries have been requested to determine if these reading sessions affect the research team in any way. SCP-6333-2AG, in original pot. Instance #: SCP-6333-2AG Assigned Site: Site-45 Species: Drosanthemum floribundum (rosea ice plant) Anomaly Variant: “Yax imix che” Recovery Details: Obtained from the office space6 of a National Park near Perth, Australia. Animals of the park had previously been targeted by poachers. Recent observations indicated fewer poaching attempts due to trespassers experiencing a sudden loss of ability to navigate the park space. Specific Observations: SCP-6333-2AG seems to attract more ambient flying pests than other instances. Pests approaching SCP-6333-2AG abruptly lose sense of direction upon entering within a 500cm radius of its container. Individuals tasked with removal of pests, upon successful completion of the task, report that for the following few hours, they are able to automatically identify the shortest and most efficient pathways to various locations within the Site. Care Modification History: Current care plan is sufficient. Suggestions raised regarding potential D-Class experimentation to determine if disorientation effect can be manifested upon humans in a controlled setting. SCP-6333-2C-α, post-blessing. Instance #: SCP-6333-2C-α Assigned Site: Site-19 Species: Pachira aquatica (money tree) Anomaly Variant: “Yggdrasil” Recovery Details: Successfully pruned from SCP-6333-2C and rooted, blessed as viable by Serpent’s Hand clerics. One of two cuttings in the first recorded successful human-initiated propagation of SCP-6333-2. Specific Observations: No immediate effects noted. However, Serpent’s Hand associates have acknowledged SCP-6333-2C-α generating what they believe to be an “immature Way”. Such a gateway would allow for single-direction travel to the Wanderers’ Library should SCP-6333-2C-α continue to mature in good health. Care Modification History: Current care plan is sufficient. Discussions underway regarding additional protections should a complete Way entry manifest. SCP-6333-2C-β, post-blessing. Instance #: SCP-6333-2C-β Location: [unknown] Species: Pachira aquatica (money tree) Anomaly Variant: “Yggdrasil” Recovery Details: Successfully pruned from SCP-6333-2C and rooted, blessed as viable by Serpent’s Hand clerics. One of two cuttings in the first recorded successful human-initiated propagation of SCP-6333. Specific Observations: SCP-6333-2C-β has exhibited the most extensive and immediate recorded root growth, requiring multiple container changes to accommodate its increasingly large root system. As of last recorded behavioral log, SCP-6333-2C-β has produced additional anomalies. Specifically, all handheld pipettes used to dispense water in the enclosure now repel loose particulate matter (dirt, dust, etc.) and, if left atop freshly turned earth, will cause seedlings to sprout from beneath the pipette and grow in a linear trail towards SCP-6333-2C-β. Care Modification History: Per a non-unanimous O5 majority vote, to avoid further containment breaches and to better ascertain the health of SCP-6333-2C-β, the instance has been released to Serpent’s Hand custody. Records will become available from SH caregivers when the instance is settled in its new habitat. Addendum-6333-2 δ-level: The first SCP-6333-1 instances came into Foundation possession in February of 1979, when a conference of ambassadors was called between the Foundation and various tentatively allied Groups of Interest. The Serpent’s Hand provided each convoy with three SCP-6333-1 instances, after ascertaining each group’s ability to cultivate, rather than exploit, the eventual SCP-6333-2 entity. The Foundation was one of the few groups informed of the exact mechanics of the “seeking” effect SCP-6333-1 instances possess. It is currently unknown how many SCP-6333 instances remain outside of Foundation guardianship. Based on current consensus, resources will remain devoted to the care and protection of current SCP-6333 entities, rather than attempting to seize the instances in the custody of antagonistic Groups of Interest. Should SCP-6333-2 instances be determined capable of manifesting autonomous anomalous entities, a reconnaissance team is to be formed to collect information on the progression of other Groups’ SCP-6333-2 instances. If necessary, the Foundation will attempt to convene a second conference. It has been proposed that allowing multiple Groups of Interest to continue cultivating SCP-6333, regardless of intent, will result solely in positive consequences for all groups, regardless of existing alliances. Whether this is truly the case remains to be determined. Footnotes 1. Wilting, discoloration, decay 2. Most commonly plastics and chemical pesticides 3. It is currently unknown how SCP-6333-2 are able to discern caregivers from other personnel within the same Site. Observation of more senior SCP-6333-2 instances suggests that after an instance in good health reaches a certain age, all intelligent entities within its area of effect will benefit from its anomalous properties. 4. Full dose of amnestics applied. The individual in question was provided a long-term sponsorship from a Foundation front company. 5. Partial dose of amnestics applied. The individual was given a restaurant contract and new housing accommodations for their family. 6. No amnestics deemed necessary due to low attention paid to the plant. Instance was replaced with a near-identical non-anomalous variant. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6333" by Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6333. 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: gaokerena.jpg, jianmu.jpg, yaximixche.jpg, yggdrasila.jpg, yggdrasilb.jpg, yggdrasil.jpg Author: Zyn License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-6334
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euclid
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Item#: 6334 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Current containment efforts are focused on locating any potential remaining instances of SCP-6334, and to uncover possible sources of SCP-6334. As of now, SCP-6334 instances appear to be incapable of survival in containment, rendering captured instances effectively self-neutralizing. The remains of current and future instances of SCP-6334 are to be stored in a standard object locker in the Light Containment Wing of Site-14, in the event that further autopsy or research is required. Description: SCP-6334 refers to an unknown number of small mammals, such as cats, squirrels, and dogs, entirely composed out of waste materials such as scrap metal, cardboard, and glass. Instances behave identically to their non-anomalous counterparts, though lack all typical biological functions. Despite this, SCP-6334 instances do require sustenance, in the form of an ever-changing diet of different objects (including paper, stone, gemstones, etc.). SCP-6334 instances are incapable of searching for food independently, and entirely rely on humans for survival. Instances are believed to have minor telepathic abilities, in order to communicate their current requirements for food. Information on SCP-6334 is minimal, as the only recovered instance expired after two days in containment. Extensive records however were recorded in a journal confiscated from the only known owner of an SCP-6334 instance (See Recovered Log 6334-A). + Access File: Recovered Log 6334-A - Close Logs recovered from a small hardback journal, found within a double locked cabinet in the apartment of Alan Hunt, found to possess an SCP-6334 instance prior to Foundation intervention. Irrelevant entries have been removed for brevity. Some weird shit is going on. I'm glad I've already got this journal or else I'd need to get a new one, because I need to write about this. I went on my walk through 39th, and as usual, I went off course, got distracted by another path. I don't think I've ever gone - On topic: Way too hot out for any normal wildlife to be going around, I think I saw a squirrel here or there but whatever animals I've seen before were probably hiding in trees or something. I don't really know if I'd call it an alley, or a small road. It ran behind the Safeway so I guess it was for shipping or garbage or something like that. Not sure. Smelled terrible, not that I really minded. The view was kinda interesting, and I ended up seeing a lot of new things I hadn't looked at before. Those things were garage doors and marked parking spaces but still interesting nonetheless. And then I saw something move. I had no clue what it was. For a second I thought it was a stray or something, maybe an oversized squirrel, but not normal. It was whining like a dog but made of metal? Something like this: [Below is a small sketch of an SCP-6334 instance, resembling a Golden Retriever breed of Canis Lupus Familiaris] Made entirely of trash. Garbage. Metal, glass, I think I ever saw some paperwork on the damn thing. And it looked exactly like Chip. I can't explain why, and Chip's eyes weren't made of glass, but something about it just looked the same. I just. I don't know. And then it rushed me. I screamed, pretty loudly, but I guess I'm glad nobody heard me, as now it's sitting in the dog cage behind me. Alright, it's been a bit, and I think I've got a handle on this thing. It's acting just like a dog, it sounds just like a dog (somehow), but it's not a dog. I think. I still have some of Chip's old supplies dog stuff to use for this thing, as it seems to like it. It's already used to me, trying to play (I think), and coming up. Doesn't seemed scared at all for just being found by a stranger. I'd send it to a rescue shelter but I don't know what they're gonna do with the thing. I don't really know if I need to feed it, I tried giving it fresh kibble I had laying around and it didn't seem interested; didn't even seem to notice it. I improvised, and gave it access to my waste-basket, just on a hunch, and that seemed to do the trick. I can barely tell where it's mouth was but it seemed to like it, so at least it's not gonna starve. If that was even a possibility in the first place. I grabbed Chip's leash off the wall because I thought I was going to take him on a walk. I'm such a fucking idiot. I think he asked me for money today. I'm not sure, but I glanced over at it and somehow I just knew. Trash wouldn't work anymore. I think. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, this is magic after all (I think) I got a dollar, rolled it up, and put it in the trash bin, and waited. It took some time, but eventually it came over, ignored the trash and went for the bill. If that keeps up I'm not sure how sustainable it is but at least it seems sated for now. I came back home and I heard crying coming from the other room, so I rushed to check if he was okay, and I'm not really sure. I swear it shrunk, at least a little. And fuck, it looked so sad. Curled up and sobbing. No tears but it's the most terrible sound. People who say the brain reacts most to a crying baby are wrong. I panicked, and rushed to grab my wallet. That seemed to do the trick. It still hasn't grown back yet but at least it calmed down. He pounced me, tail wagging and all afterwards but I'm not sure what to think. This whole thing has my head fucked and I just don't know how to react. shitshitshitshit Okay So, it talked again. Sort of. I don't know how to describe it. I know what it needed or something. A speed limit sign. That's so specific and I guess it just wants to eat the metal? Was eating half the trash can not enough? I thought of making an improvised one or building something but I just don't think that'll work. This is fucking insane, and I just don't think I can do it. No matter how much it cries. It worked. I gave it the sign and it grew back to it's normal size. Thank fuck. I took him out for a walk tonight. Right when it got too dark for people to get a glance of him. Secret or not keeping a dog indoors at all times is not okay, and I'm trying my best to help him feel better. He just looks so sad all the time. Even without eyes I can just feel it looking at them. I feel like we have a mutual understanding. It can tell I've been through a lot, I can tell it's been through a lot, and now we're both surviving together. It feels nice to have a partner by my side again. He's there for me. Photos, now it wants photos. That's not too bad, and at least it's not vandalism this time. I couldn't find any laying around so I gave it my phone. I wasn't sure if it'd wipe the photos from it or just eat it but I trust him to not do more than he's asking. It did eat my phone. I can't be mad, he didn't know what he was doing, it's just a dog after all. The next four pages have been torn out of the journal The ring. The ring I bought for Jessie. It wants needs the ring. I nearly got evicted for missing rent with the amount I spent on it (I should have thrown it away or sold it back like they suggested), so I'm at a loss. I can't let him die, I can't hear that crying again. It's not like she'd need it anyway, anymore at least. He needed something again, and I gave it to him. I love him so much, and I'm so happy I was given the opportunity to be here for him. The Foundation was informed of the existence of SCP-6334 after several sightings of a 'metallic creature' were reported to the local police department. Imbedded Foundation agents began an investigation, and a cover-up was performed following standard protocol. On September 15th, 2016, two plain-clothed MTF agents were sent to retrieve SCP-6334 (See Recovery Log) + Access File: Recovery Log - Close Footage taken from the body-camera of Agent Fielder (Alongside Agent Stevens), transcribed. Both were instructed to sedate and perform on-site amnestic treatment to Alan Hunt, before retrieving SCP-6334. [BEGIN LOG] Time is 9pm, both agents enter apartment through back door after remote scans show a lack of security cameras. Agents proceed to search apartment for approximately one minute before a faint voice can be heard from behind a door. Agent Fielder holds up his arm, and both stop. Alan: Good boy, good boy. Huh? No, no, no. Not now, I just fed you, I don't have enough of that. Come on, please. I don't know if I can. Alan pauses, before footsteps can be heard from behind the door. Both agents step backwards, however are unable to hide before the door is opened. Alan: Huh, what the fuck? Holy shit! Agent Fielder raises his weapon, loaded with non lethal ammunition Fielder: Quiet! We're not here to hurt you, we just need you to calm down, we'll explain. Alan: Not here to hurt me, then put the fucking gun away! Alan takes several steps back and attempts to shut the door, however Stevens blocks off the doorway, preventing it from shutting. Alan rushes to the back of the room, and briefly glances at the SCP-6334 instance, before rushing to grab it, and tripping into the ground. Alan: Fuck, if this was a robbery I'd be dead by now, you guys are probably after him! Get the fuck away from him, I won't let you take Chip! Fielder: Please calm down, we aren't going to hurt you, or the dog. Agent Fielder lowers his weapon and holds one hand up, approaching Alan slowly. Alan: No! Get the fuck away from him! Alan lunges at Fielder, but is quickly incapacitated and rendered unconscious via several rounds from Stevens' weapon. After confirming Alan's medical stability, a thorough search of his apartment is performed, resulting in the location of a journal containing relevant information to SCP-6334. Several photos of a Golden Retreiver are found partially burned in a trash can. Amnestic treatment is administered. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6334" by NewtonsFourth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6334. 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-6335
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close Info X Co-written by Limeyy and Ralliston Limeyy's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage Item #: SCP-6335 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-6335 instances are to remain under constant surveillance, and any changes in location or behavior must be reported and logged. SCP-6335-A is to remain within orbit indefinitely. Maintenance of its operation is to be considered an Amida-class priority. In the event of an SCP-6335 instance entering the Solar System, the continued secrecy of SCP-6335-A and the Foundation as a whole would no longer be considered necessary. Description: SCP-6335 are a race of massive interplanetary humanoid entities. Although they possess significant morphological and behavioral differences, all observed instances exhibit the following characteristics: a height of over 100 000 km the ability to teleport; aggression towards any celestial bodies encountered, extreme durability to the point of nigh-indestructibility, both damage-wise and aging-wise, biological, carbon-based DNA, lack of consciousness or any communication skills, unknown origin. At present, it is believed that a total of approximately 20 000 SCP-6335 entities exist throughout the observable Milky Way galaxy. SCP-6335-A is an array of hyper-complex mechanical, thaumaturgic, and ontokinetic apparatus, created by the SCP Foundation's Project Heimdall in 1972 and currently located in Earth's low orbit. Designed to protect the Earth against any and all unauthorized outside interaction from HEs,1 SCP-6335-A's current primary objective is the defense of the planet from SCP-6335 entities. SCP-6335-A consists of three main components: SCP-6335-A-1: the central operation module of the unit, disguised as a gigantic US space station in orbit. Accessible only by Foundation project personnel, it acts as the hub from which the other modules are controlled, and can send and receive messages to and from planetside Foundation sites. SCP-6335-A-2: a set of hyper-tuned space radars, capable of intercepting any image or signal within the observable universe. Built with the usage of paratechnology based on SCP-2154's operation method; all of its images represent current-moment events, bypassing the speed of light. SCP-6335-A-3: a net of approximately 3 000 000 000 connected transmitters, forming a planet-wide "protection bubble" utilizing thaumaturgic rituals from the Kodex Tenebra as well as Foundation technology. Though capable of being damaged, physically unmovable and indestructible due to their metaphysically anchored locations and repair drones stationed at each of the transmitters. Addendum 6335-1: Discovery and Historical Context In 1949, during its path towards the Triangulum Galaxy, Foundation deep space probe PATHFINDER recorded exoplanet 55-Cancri-G2 spontaneously rupturing at the surface, before breaking up into space debris. The event was documented as an Extranormal Event until a second planet in the 55-Cancri system underwent a similar process a decade later. Foundation deep space recording technology had sufficiently advanced by this point to discern a massive humanoid entity within the system, presumably responsible for the destruction of 55-cnc-G and F, which was given the provisional designation of SCP-6335. Following further development of Foundation radar technology as a result of Project Heimdall's founding in 1962, numerous other events similar to the original 55-Cancri-G incident were recorded all throughout the observable galaxy.3 To prevent the potential destruction of the Earth within such an event, an emergency summit of the Foundation, GOC, and United Nations coalition was called shortly after. Following unanimous support from all parties involved, Project Fjörgyn was officially authorized in 1961, with the intent to create a permanent defense system to protect Humanity from the apocalyptic threat posed by SCP-6335. Resulting in the creation of SCP-6335-A via cooperation of numerous Foundation and non-Foundation Departments4 in 1972, Project Fjörgyn has proved to be a success, properly setting the infrastructure on Earth's orbit. However, days prior to the project's final activation, it was discovered that, due to the system's nature, once activated, it would be impossible to turn off the metaphysically anchored sub-parts of the SCP-6335-A apparatus from their current locations. As SCP-6335-A's full activation process takes approximately 2 years to set up due to its complexity, the system would need to be turned on as soon as possible to effectively protect the planet. Its activation would be deemed impossible should it be initiated only after an SCP-6335 entity enters the Solar System. However, as the system functions by disallowing any biological mass from exiting or entering Earth's orbit — immediately destroying any that would come into contact with it, activating the system would permanently effectively disallow for any human exploration outside of Earth. In light of this discovery, an emergency summit of the O5 Council was held to ascertain if SCP-6335-A's actual activation would be beneficial to the human race. The following is an abbreviated Council vote summary. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED The following is an official status from the Administrator regarding the project. Twenty-three years ago, we watched a planet get annihilated by a being I'd hesitate to call anything less than a god, snapping it in one half in mere moments. We thought of it as a one-time threat, one being we can kill once and never feel afraid again. But we were wrong. In the face of this apocalyptic threat, we were left with one option: perfect protection of Earth, at the cost that man may never again set foot off it. Earth is both our home and our cradle, and we cannot lose it. No matter how great the cost may be. Addendum 6335-2: 05/02/2023 File Update In the morning of 05/02/2023, all SCP-6335-A systems started acting irrationally, with SCP-6335-A-2 sending out a constant distress signal regarding an approaching SCP-6335 entity towards Earth. When a full Solar System scan revealed no such threat existing, a full scan of SCP-6335-A system's efficiency was called, revealing no malfunction. To stop further panic, the alert was called off, and SCP-6335-A-2 was temporarily disabled. At 18:29 of 05/02/2023 however, gigantic earthquakes were noted to appear all around the globe — in a matter of hours, major population centers, such as New York, Bejing, Tokyo, and Berlin, were all lost. At that moment, SCP-6335-A-2 unpromptly reactivated, inputting an SCP-6335 entity threat signal at a constant rate through all channels. As of writing the document, the earthquakes have doubled in severity, with the globe-wide temperature of the planet rising rapidly at a pace of 1°C every 20 minutes. The reasons for this remain unknown. Minutes following the second SCP-6335-A-2 malfunction, the following message was sent by the office of the Administrator to all Foundation personnel. In the last twenty-four hours, anomalous geological activity has been responsible for the death of approximately 1.3 billion individuals, and shows no signs of ceasing. SCP-6335's file has been released to all personnel, and sites near areas of severe geological activity have been evacuated. Foundation personnel are expected to continue work as able, with full priority to be given to averting the likely XK-Class "End of the World" Scenario currently unfolding. While the situation is still developing, there appears to be only one conclusion: We were right about Earth being a cradle. It just wasn't ours. With thanks to Impperatrix, DodoDevil, Uncle Nicolini. WizzBlizz, and Roundabouts for critique. Footnotes 1. Hostile Extraterrestrials. 2. A celestial body located 500 000 lightyears away from PATHFINDER's destination. 3. Though with a tendency to occur more on planets orbiting stars — current hypothesis holds SCP-6335 entities are lured towards light in density similar to that of a star. Whether this is true is yet to be determined. 4. Including, but not limited to: Department of Megastructure Engineering, Department of Ontokinetics, Department of Extraterrestrial Research, Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority, Department of Thaumaturgy, Department of Defence, High Command, PSYCHE Division, and PHYSICS Division. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6335" by Limeyy and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6335. 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-6336
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Item #: SCP-6336 Special Containment Procedures: Researcher Eric Colroy is to report any further changes in the behavior of SCP-6336 if they arise. Description: SCP-6336 is the reflection of Researcher Eric Colroy. SCP-6336 is slightly out of sync with Colroy's movements, oftentimes performing the entirely wrong action. SCP-6336 has also been observed to habitually glance left and sweat profusely. These behaviors worsen the longer it is continuously monitored. Update: On 2020/31/03, SCP-6336 displayed unprecedented behavior. While Colroy was performing his morning hygiene routine, an individual wearing an unidentified military uniform entered into view of the reflection. The man then forcefully seized SCP-6336, placing a black bag over its head and securing its wrists with cable ties, before exiting out of the view of Colroy's bathroom mirror with SCP-6336. SCP-6336 did not reappear until two weeks later. Upon reappearance, medical gauze was wrapped around the top of its head, bearing circular stains of blood along its scalp line. Otherwise, SCP-6336 is now perfectly in sync with Colroy's movements. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6336" by Lamentte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6336. 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-6337
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This is an SCP about a corpse. Item #: SCP-6337 Special Containment Procedures: A tarp has been placed over SCP-6337 for the convenience of others. Description: SCP-6337 is the corpse of Site Director Kiran Bachnan. It is currently in the Site 8 break room. SCP-6337 is a corpse because it doesn't move or speak. Over time, SCP-6337 will leak fluids and produce foul odors. Insects will congregate around it and lay their eggs. Its skin will sag, its eyes will grow dim, and its face will become lined. As putrefaction sets in, SCP-6337's flesh will lose cohesion and slough off, leaving only its skeleton intact. The skeleton will then eventually erode and become a pile of dust. Decomposition takes about three weeks, depending on the environment surrounding the body. Because the Site 8 break room is cold and dry, SCP-6337 will be preserved for a long time before decomposition begins. Temperature analysis of the body shows that it is still warm. Despite the diversity of carrion insects at Site 8, no insects have been found on SCP-6337. To facilitate scientific understanding, Site 8 researchers have been given access to the break room cameras to observe SCP-6337. A forum will be held at the end of the day to discuss their findings. Addendum 6337-1 (Discovery): SCP-6337 was discovered after Senior Researcher Hoya entered the break room and inferred that it was a corpse. 2007-12-26 7:12 AM [Senior Researcher Hoya enters the break room. SCP-6337 is seated at one of the tables. Its face is buried inside a chocolate cake.] Hoya: What are you doing? You can't sleep here. Hoya: Hello? [Senior Researcher Hoya approaches SCP-6337 and claps 23 times.] Hoya: Oh, it's a corpse. [Senior Researcher Hoya leaves.] Addendum 6337-2 (Observation): SCP-6337 was observed by SCP staff. 2007-12-26 9:51 AM [Senior Researcher Hoya and Agent Xuan enter the break room. They are each carrying a plate of food. SCP-6337 is seated at one of the tables. Its face is inside a chocolate cake.] Xuan: The, um, the lights. If you point a camera at them, you can see lines crawling down the room. Hoya: Uh huh. Xuan: Haven't you seen that before? [Senior Researcher Hoya takes a seat at an empty table. Agent Xuan pulls the chair opposite to her but accidentally snags the tarp off SCP-6337.] Xuan: Oh, sorry. [Agent Xuan smiles politely at SCP-6337 then sits down.] Xuan: So I'm wondering if — the same thing happens when you look at ceiling fans, right? Does that mean fluorescent lights blink really, really fast all the time? Hoya: TV screens also do the same thing. Xuan: Because they're on a set frame rate, right? But why do lights need to do that? Hoya: I don't know? It saves money, I think. [SCP-6337 slowly lifts its head.] SCP-6337: Ugh… Xuan: How much money would that actually save over a long period of time? Hoya: Um, it adds up, probably. It's probably cheap to make them do that, so it saves them more money than it costs. Xuan: Weird. Hoya: Yeah. [Five minutes pass.] Hoya: I found a pregnant cat under a train. Xuan: Oh, nice. [Senior Researcher Hoya and Agent Xuan continue eating.] Addendum 6337-3 (Findings): At noon, Site 8 researchers convened to discuss their findings. After a brief meeting, several action plans were presented. Author: Senior Researcher Hoya Proposal: Subject SCP-6337 to the water cycle by putting it in a river. Result: Denied due to environmental concerns. Author: Containment Officer Camelia Proposal: Bury SCP-6337 with its liquor collection to honor its interests in life. Result: Denied due to promotion of immoral behaviors. Author: Ethics Committee Official Petrie Proposal: Cast SCP-6337 in cement to commemorate its existence. Result: Approved. Addendum 6337-4 (Results): Local blacksmiths were invited to the Site 8 break room. They placed SCP-6337 inside a plaster cast and poured wax on it to create a mold. However, midway through this process, SCP-6337 woke up. This is a log of the interaction 2007-12-26 12:39 PM [Blacksmith Herbert pours wax on top of SCP-6337. It wakes up and starts yelling.] SCP-6337: What the!? [Wax fills SCP-6337's mouth. It stops moving after a while.] The resulting mold was used to create a concrete statue of SCP-6337. It was placed in the Site 8 break room to commemorate SCP-6337's existence. Staff are encouraged to visit the statue while they are on break and reflect on their life. Author's Note Hide Author's Note Hi, everyone. This is my first story. This story is based on an experience I had while at a bar with a co-worker. He passed out on the floor and we had to carry him to the cab. However, while I was carrying him, I thought that if I wanted to, I could dig a hole and bury him alive. A drunk is no different from a corpse, you know? Of course, I dismissed the idea, but it stayed with me. After writing this story, I feel liberated. Now I can have a drink with him again without having these dubious thoughts in my head. Thank you for reading. ✌️ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6337" by syuzhet, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6337. 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: Shaun_Donovan_official_photo_(cropped).jpg Name: Shaun Donovan, Director, Office of Management and Budget (2014-2017), portrait taken during the commissioned officer portrait session in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building of the White House, September 30, 2014. Author: Chuck Kennedy License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Shaun_Donovan_official_photo_(cropped).jpg Filename: 5211990423_0ba87ed27d_w.jpg Name: Ikon Gallery - during my works party - party main room Author: Elliott Brown License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: https://flic.kr/p/8WyPaR Filename: 14839186109_de7b867b9f_w.jpg Name: Roman victim of the 24-25 August 79 A.D. eruption of Mt. Vesuvius (Pompeii, Italy) 4 Author: James St. John License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jsjgeology/14839186109/
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SCP-6338
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Item#: 6338 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6338 is to be kept at all times in a reinforced glass box, with dimensions of 3.5 by 3.5 by 0.5 metres. This box must be transparent enough that the contents can clearly be observed from outside, and should not be covered by any opaque material for any extended length of time. It should also be secured by at least 1 (one) padlock of Class 1 or higher. The box containing SCP-6338 is to be kept atop a 5.5m tall concrete pillar that has been erected especially for this at Foundation Site 18-S in Antarctica. A strict no-fly zone is to be maintained over a 15km radius circle centred on this pillar. Description: SCP-6338 is a 3.02 metre long child's skipping rope. The skipping rope is unfurled into a straight and almost taut configuration, and is placed on a roughly trapezoidal shaped piece of double wall corrugated cardboard (SCP-6338-2). The skipping rope, including its handles, forms a sort of 'barrier' that impedes the progress of any sentient life form attempting to pass over it. It is unclear how high this barrier extends above the rope (see e.g. Interview #1), but experiments have not found any short or long-term effects for sentient life forms passing underneath SCP-6338. The mechanism behind the 'barrier' created by SCP-6338 is unclear, but the way it manifests has been well-studied. Any sentient or near-sentient individual may freely pass over SCP-6338 once with no ill effects. There does not seem to be anything physically preventing a conscious being from crossing the rope a second time, but such beings without fail 'change their mind' before crossing it and abort the attempt. If a conscious being is to be 'forced' across the rope by the actions of another sentient being, then this 'mind changing' property is transferred to the instigator of the attempt, and the attempt will likewise be aborted (see e.g. Interview #2). Experiments have established exactly what classifies as a 'conscious being' for the effects of SCP-6338. All live vertebrates and most invertebrates are unable to cross SCP-6338 a second time, but some extremely simple animals (jellyfish and sponges) seem to be unaffected by it. Artificial intelligences, no matter how advanced, are able to freely cross SCP-6338 an indefinite number of times. To our knowledge, no animate SCP-class objects or persons have ever attempted to cross SCP-6338, and hence the consequences of such an eventuality are unknown. All attempts to separate the skipping rope from the cardboard sheet have thus far failed, and both rope and cardboard are seemingly infinitely rigid. In addition to this, the cardboard sheet cannot be freely reoriented in space, and its top surface is locked to be perpendicular to the local direction of gravity (e.g. the skipping rope is always 'on top' of the cardboard sheet from the perspective of an observer on the ground). Further experimentation on SCP-6338 is considered very low priority, and hence has been suspended since 2016 on ethical and resource allocation grounds. Recovery Log and Containment History: SCP-6338 was recovered by Field Agent Morris on March 12, 2009 from the campus of the University of █████████ in La Serena, Chile. At this time SCP-6338 was held in a storage facility operated by a college fraternity. While at this location, the object received infrequent use as part of an initiation or 'hazing' ritual for new student members of the fraternity, who were tasked with jumping over it without spilling cups of alcohol held in both hands. Interviewees suggested that a member of the fraternity originally found SCP-6338 on a nearby commercial street after noticing that, during peak hours, pedestrians would form a bottleneck rather than cross what they described as a 'weirdly uncomfortable piece of trash1'. Upon recovery, SCP-6338 was transferred to Secure Storage Locker G-859 at Foundation Site KY-5 in Boone County, Kentucky. The object remained secured in this location until a containment review on July 14, 2011, when SCP-6338 was transferred to storage in a new glass containment structure built at KY-5, designed to prevent accidental approaches of the rope. SCP-6338 remained at this location until April 3, 2013. On this date, as a direct result of the Flight 188 incident (see e.g. Interview #1), SCP-6338 was relocated to Site 18-S in Antarctica. SCP-6338 was held at this site without significant incident until January 7, 2016, when an unauthorised person was able to gain access to the object and removed it from its containment (see related text in Document SCP-6338-D01[U]). The containment status of SCP-6338 remained unknown until it was recovered by Field Operatives on October 1, 2016, at the abandoned Soviet Antarctic research station at Sovetskaya. As a result of this incident, the containment procedures for SCP-6338 have been amended to recommend that the box containing it be locked when not in use. Research Note: It was long assumed that SCP-6338 operated by imparting an urge to avoid it onto sentient creatures through some unknown psychocognitive or memetic mechanism. However, extensive experimentation with Class-B Tracer2 mnestics have all but eliminated this possibility. In addition to this, attempts to communicate with SCP-6338 through telepathic means have failed (see experiment notes in SCP-6338-D01[U]), suggesting that SCP-6338 is neither sentient nor possesses a will. Our current best theory on how the SCP-6338 barrier works is a sort of universe-wide survivorship bias. As is well documented, whenever a decision is made by a conscious entity, the universe splits in two at the point the decision is made, with each new universe playing out as if a different decision was reached. Under this theory, there is nothing physically or mentally stopping a conscious being from crossing SCP-6338 a second time, but the consequences of doing so would inevitably result in the The Foundation ceasing to exist. As such, we necessarily must live in a branch of the universe where, by chance, each attempted second crossing of SCP-6338 has been voluntarily aborted. This implies potentially catastrophic implications of a conscious being crossing SCP-6338 a second time; however, as this object was likely initially located on a street in a high-density commercial area, it has likely been crossed many times and resulted in thousands if not millions of causally adjacent dead-end universes with no lingering effects on the universe we currently inhabit. As such, and given the mitigating factor of SCP-6338's extremely remote location, a rating of Safe continues to be recommended. Relevant Interviews: INTERVIEW #1 Interviewed: Clarissa Daniels Interviewer: ██████ Morris, Class-B Researcher at Foundation Site KY-5, in Boone County, Kentucky. Foreword: Clarissa Daniels was the head flight attendant on ██████ Flight 188 from Memphis, Tennessee to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on March 18, 2013. This aircraft is believed to have directly overflown the former location of SCP-6338 when it was stored at Site KY-5. + show interview transcript - hide interview transcript <Begin Log, March 24, 2013, 01:33:16> Morris: So let's get the facts straight, ok? Let's go from the top. How did it all begin? Daniels: Well, the passengers started getting agitated about an hour into the flight… Morris: Passengers plural? We only found one body in the search area. Daniels: Yes two of them, both men, mid-to-late 30s I'd say? Businessman types. I think I recognised both of their faces, I think they flew with us quite often. Anyway, they both just got up out of their seats at the same time. The seatbelt sign was on right then, but… none of us told them to sit back down. I don't really know why, I just… something told me I shouldn't intervene? Morris: Were they travelling together? Daniels: I think so, they were certainly sat near each other. They didn't speak to each other when they went forwards up the aisle, but they both had this damn fierce look of determination written on their faces… Morris: And you didn't think to stop them? Daniels: Of course I did! When two burly young guys storm up towards the cockpit door, you fear the worst right? But I just… I dunno, I just watched it happen… we watched it happen. It wasn't even like we were too afraid to act, I wasn't at least. We all just watched those young those men wrestle with the front left boarding door until they managed to pop it open. Morris: What did you do when they got it open? Daniels: We were all back in our jump seats by the time the decompression started, we all knew what was going to happen and we all knew we needed to be secured. And then there was just chaos; the whole plane filled with freezing cold condensation, all manner of papers and cups and god knows what went flying out the door. It's a good thing the seatbelt signs were already on; a couple people got jostled around pretty roughly, I think a little kid lost a couple of teeth when he bumped his head on the seat in front, but thank God nobody else got seriously hurt. Morris: And the two young men? Daniels: By the time things had calmed down a bit, the Captain had taken us back down to 10,000 feet and we were enroute to our emergency landing in Cincinnati, but those two young men… we never saw them again. Of course we didn't. We just… let them do it, you know? No. Worse than that. We all made a conscious choice not to stop it. Morris: Did either of the casualties say anything during all of this? Daniels: I think… just as they were about to blow out of the aircraft… I think I heard one of them say "Whee". <End Log, March 24, 2013, 01:39:20> Closing Statement: Clarissa Daniels was subsequently transferred to the Foundation Site TN-041, along with the other passengers and crew aboard the aircraft, to have their memories reconditioned to believe the fatalities on Flight 188 were the results of spontaneous heart attacks. The two men who instigated the incident, now identified as ██████ █████ and ███████ ████████, are believed to have been aboard another flight circa 2012 which also crossed over the airspace directly above SCP-6338. The body of ██████ █████ was found in a field near Covington, Kentucky on March 19, and the body of ███████ ████████ was found further south in a heavily wooded area in Gallatin County on March 30. Autopsies indicate that both victims died of catastrophic blunt force trauma caused by a terminal velocity fall. A background search on both victims found no signs of depression or suicidal tendencies. As such, their simultaneous decision to exit the aircraft above Boone County is likely tied to an unconscious decision to avoid crossing the barrier above SCP-6338 a second time. As a result of this incident, SCP-6338 was transferred to its current location at Site 18-S, far from any commercial flightpaths, and a no-fly zone has been established around its location. INTERVIEW #2 Interviewed: ███ Waynright, seasonal Class-C Researcher at Foundation Site 18-S, Antarctica Interviewer: ██████ Morris, permanent Class-C Researcher at Foundation Site 18-S, Antarctica Foreword: Waynright was the Secondary Investigator on Project Mouseover, a series of experiments designed to determine exactly which creatures or other beings can or cannot pass over SCP-6338, which ran from 2013 to 2016. The second phase of the project, starting in 2015, set out to measure the effects of a sentient being crossing the rope not under its own volition, but due to the conscious action of another sentient being. Due to an operational error on the part of Researcher Waynright, the experiment failed and both human subject and vehicle were lost. + show interview transcript - hide interview transcript <Begin Log, December 5, 2015 17:48:01> Morris: So are you going to tell me exactly what went wrong? Waynright: C'mon man, we've been over this! It wasn't my fault! Morris: The only D-Class we got allocated for the month is dead, Morris. We've learned nothing, The Site Director already thinks we're a waste of time, and we're this close to losing our allocation of Class Ds entirely! Waynright: I get that… Morris: And you had the remote control for the vehicle that D-11412 was riding in, correct? Waynright: I mean, yes, but… Morris: So you drove her straight over top of SCP-6338 once as planned, correct? Then you turned the car back around and piloted her back towards the rope? Waynright: Look, stop there, yeah? We… we don't know what we're fucking with here, do we? We don't understand it, we can't control it… I couldn't in good faith drive that damn go-kart back over 6338. Who knows what would have happened to Four-Twelvey? Morris: For God's sake Waynright, this is the whole point of what we do at the Foundation! The whole reason I've devoted 6 years of my life to studying a damned jump rope! The better we understand these anomalies, the better we can contain… wait, did you just call her 'Four-Twelvey'? Waynright does not reply. Morris: Right, ok, whatever. We can discuss your future later. But for now, just to make this clear for the tape: instead of following orders, you veered left at the last moment, so hard that the vehicle skidded off course until it smashed into a rocky outcrop at top speed. This killed D-11412 instantly and destroyed a piece of equipment that, while not particularly expensive, is a huge pain in the ass to transport out onto the Antarctic ice fields. Waynright: I couldn't risk it. I just couldn't alright? Four-Twelvy… I mean, 11412 got so close to the rope, every cell in my body started freaking out. It was more like instinct than a conscious decision, like my nervous system overrode me and jerked my thumb to the left. I was trying to save her. C'mon man, 11412 was a friend. I drank with her, I watched movies with her… Morris: What? D-11412 was provided to us already sealed inside the vehicle, and you only spoke to her once at the start of the test. Did you know her before you joined the Foundation? Christ's sake, you know you have to declare this stuff! Waynright: Well, no… Morris: But you're claiming she was a friend? Waynright: More than that. We were in love, alright? We must have been. I wouldn't have broken orders otherwise. Morris: For the love of God… Waynright Look… I just… I had to try and save her. What would you have done? What would you have done differently if your true love was sat in there? Morris sighs loudly. Morris: Honestly? Knowing 6338? Unfortunately, nothing. Waynright does not reply. Morris: This fucking rope is going to be the death of me. <End Log, December 5, 2015 17:48:58> Closing Statement: Researcher Waynright resigned from The Foundation on December 6, and was transferred back to the United States for decomissioning. A request for a grave plot alongside that of D-11412 was declined. Relevant Documents: Document SCP-6338-D01[U] Document Description: SCP-6338-D01[U] is a series of experiment logs and memoirs written by former Class-C Researcher Morris between January and June 2016. The documents describe the events leading up to the SCP-6338 containment breach on January 7, 2016, as well as the results of a number of unauthorised experiments on SCP-6338 involving fraudulently obtained Class-C mnestic agents. SCP-6338-D01[U] also contains many other documents including the official Last Statement of former Researcher Morris, as well as numerous unsent letters from former Researcher Morris addressed to estranged family members in the United States. In total, SCP-6338-D01[U] consists of 75,318 words in approximately 138 separate documents; only a selection of relevant portions of SCP-6338-D01[U] are presented here. IMPORTANT NOTICE! - researchers should consider all scientific results presented in these documents to be extremely unreliable, due to the deteriorating mental state of the author and their increasing hostility towards the Foundation. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-001 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-001 Date Created: January 3, 2016 Content: I am writing this because the Foundation have left me no choice. I would love to say I am surprised by what's happened, but the higher-ups have always had it in for me from day 1. When they shipped me off to to the Chilean desert of all places to look for anomalies, it was obvious they didn't trust me, but I was determined to show them wrong. I followed up every tenuous lead I found, every vague rumour I heard, desperate to find anything to show the Foundation I was for real. And it worked! I found an SCP-class anomaly based on god-damned college rumours of all things; I can't think of another field agent who would have had enough determination to find 6338. And when the Site Director in Boone County offered to let me travel up there with The Rope and lead the research effort, I thought maybe the Foundation was finally taking me seriously. But of course not. I understand why I got the blame for the 188 incident; someone has to take the blame, right? Even if I wasn't even in the state that day. I get it; I was pissed off at the time, but I get it. But ever since the move to Antarctica, I've just been a laughing stock. I mean, I guess that makes sense too; you've got this site in the most isolated place on Earth, filled with all this high-level euclid crap that could end the universe at a moment's notice, and this guy turns up with a colourful kid's toy? Again, I get it. But this is the Foundation, these people should be above this, and the admins definitely should be. I hope for their sake none of them are caught up in the forthcoming but, if they are, I will not shed too many tears. Operation Mouseover was an underfunded mess since the moment I got here. The Foundation only seems to care about exactly what happens if you do manage to cross SCP-6338 a second time even though… well, you can't. I tried explaining to them that the questions they want answers to don't even make sense, but every month I'd get my report from O5-█, explaining that my funding was being cut even more because of 'continued lack of progress' or some such similar thing. Bullshit. They're just looking for a way to silence me, looking for a way to make my discoveries look less valid. I know the O5s aren't stupid, they know I have value, but how the fuck did they expect me to work on one D-Class a month. Well, I just got out of an online call with one of O5-█'s secretaries, because of course the coward won't face me themself. The call… it didn't go well. Operation Mouseover is cancelled, my funding is cut and they're shipping me back to Boone County at the end of the month. Fuck that. SCP-6338 is too dangerous to leave unstudied on a fucking plinth out in the snow. I'm taking this into my own hands. If you're a Foundation officer reading this right now, I'm guessing you already know all this. You'll already know how my saga ends, and I sure hope you're ready to apologise for the years of goddamned doubt. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-004 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-004 Date Created: January 6, 2016 Content: Holy crap, the forged signatures worked! I overheard Agent ██████3 chatting to his staff at lunch about an unexpected delivery he'd gotten from Headquarters. I butted in, and offered to deal with it for him; of course he accepted, because they all just see me as a janitor and a coffee slave. So now I have the delivery, and now I have a tonne of some of the strongest mnestics the Foundation has on stock. The documents they came with are… well, they're terrifying. All the drugs have these crazy names like █████████████-███████████████-(█,█)-████████ █████████████, and they all come with multi-page descriptions of the many horrible ways they can kill you, or worse. And of course, they all have the same warning; 'Should not be Used by Personnel Without Level 2 Mnestic Conditioning Training'. There's no time for that. As long as this rope stays here with these uncaring jackasses, the whole world is at stake. So tomorrow, I've arranged for one of the grunts to quietly fly me, the drugs and 6338 out to the old abandoned Soviet base at Sovetskaya. If the Foundation won't do it's job, I guess I'll just save the world on my own. It's a shame I won't be able to let the helicopter pilot go back afterwards, of course, but this is bigger than any of us. I'm sure his family will forgive me. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-018 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-018 Date Created: January 21, 2016 Content: I saw him, that pilot… that pilot who's been laying dead out front for the last two weeks. I've been slowly ramping up my dose of mnestics each day, trying to give myself at least a bit of 'mnestic conditioning' (whatever that is) before I move onto the heavy stuff. But these drugs… I wouldn't wish them on anyone. I've been feeling every moment scrape by since I got here, and with every day those seconds get sharper and deeper. And then there's the visions; I've been seeing things that I know aren't there… or at least, things that I hope aren't there. I'm surrounded by these… vortices, and terrible mantras, and towering creatures of broken glass and… lions sewn from paper and aether that lurk under the buttons of my coat. And dead helicopter pilots jogging along the ceiling. And they're all laughing at me. But I have to drown it out, I have to. The way forward is clear to me now; brutally clear, painfully clear. I crossed 6338 for the first time earlier and, of course, couldn't bring myself to cross it again. But if I can't cross it in the now, then I will just have to cross it at a time when the now is the past. If that makes any sense. Maybe it will in the future. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-025 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-025 Date Created: January 30, 2016 Content: I lost a couple of days there, but I think I'm finally starting to get used to these drugs now. The hallucinations are fading; the world is still in painfully sharp focus, but I'm starting to think that's a good thing. And today, Gary forgave me for killing him. Everything's looking up. Now that my head's clearer I can form an actual plan for the next few months; I should have at least until September before supplies start running down. I'm going to move onto the drugs that supposedly give you short-term prescience, the ones called P04. Then I'm going to run at the rope. I know I won't cross it, I know that, no matter how determined I start as, I will stop before I reach that rope. But maybe there's some future where I don't stop. And these drugs, if they work… maybe they'll let me have a glimpse of that future. Perhaps after all this time telling the Foundation there was no way to tell what happens when you cross the rope, there is a way after all. The irony's not lost on me, and Gary thinks its hilarious, but none of that matters now. The fate of the world is still in my hands here. And all I have to do is to take a whole lot of drugs and then make it over that jump rope. Just like the students who first found this thing, I guess. I'm calling all of this 'Project Doubleclick'. A spiritual successor to Mouseover, I guess, but finally without the binding shackles of the Foundation round my ankles. I'll try my best to record my results in a coherent way, but even the mnestics I'm on at the moment are making this difficult. I wish I still had Waynright; this sort of thing is so much easier with a second person to keep you based in reality, and Gary isn't exactly much help on that front. But I must continue. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-041 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-041 Date Created: February 15, 2016 Content: Today I saw the future. In fact, I can still see it now. At some moments its all I can see. Gary is worried and is sulking in his helicopter, but I'm still spending enough of the time lucid to record what Wait, I haven't written this. I saw myself write this tomorrow, but I haven't seen that yet. Me and Gary are going to make each other Valentine's Cards tomorrow seeing as nobody else is out here, but I already did that last week, didn't I? When is yesterday? I feel like time is a river I am swimming through, but it's flowing sideways and down is to the East. I'm tryi I think I ran the experiment today but I'll have to wait until last Thursday for the results. Or perhaps it'll be tomorrow noon. Fuck am I high right now. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-080 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-080 Date Created: March 8, 2016 Content: For now, I'm back in the present, at least I'm rooted here enough to be able to finally get started on Project Doubleclick. So I ran the first test; I took some P0, and I ran towards SCP-6338. But just before I started the run, I saw the universe fan out before me like a pack of playing cards. I saw myself run towards the rope in a myriad different possible futures and then, in every single one of them… I saw myself fail to cross it. Have we been wrong about this thing the whole time? I've tried speaking to SCP-6338; with the amount of drugs in me right now, I'm having full conversations with extinct mammals that haven't been here since the Triassic, but SCP-6338 remains completely silent. I'm pretty damn sure there's no mind or will in that thing to stop me crossing it, so some futures must exist in which I do cross it, right? So why can't I see them? I must be missing something here. I sure hope I'm missing something. This can't be another dead end. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-104 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-104 Date Created: April 10, 2016 Content: Einstein once said stupidity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. But who's stupid now, eh? It's been over a month but finally… FINALLY today I saw something. I think. Again, I ran at the rope. Again, I saw the world splitting before me like branches of a tree. And again, I saw myself halt just before I got to the goddamned skipping rope. But just before the world collapsed back into itself, before the present re-coalesced in front of me, there was just… the briefest hint of something different. In the corner of my eye, for just a split second, it looked like… it looked like maybe I crossed the rope. For the briefest of moments, a brilliant white flashed across my vision, it looked like it was even bleeding into timelines where as usual I didn't cross the rope. Gary thinks I'm going crazy but… I'm sure it was something. I'm not sure what's changed, maybe I've just gotten more used to P0, maybe 6338 has gotten more used to me. But I feel like I must be close. But last night, I had another vision. It's been happening every other night or so; it must be a side-effect of P0, that I get to see glimpses of arbitrary points in time. I saw this research centre I'm hiding in in… I guess it was June or July. And I saw myself. I saw myself dead, or dying; there was frost growing on my skin, ice clogging my airways. Of course, just because P0 shows me something doesn't mean its going to come to pass but… it bothered me enough to make me check the supplies. I forgot to factor in the fact I'd need more fuel in the Winter. If I'm still here by then, then… I'm not going to make it. Gary is scared, but I've assured him I'll be ok. All this means is that I'll have to work double fast; maybe by the time its May I'll be back under the wing of a newly reformed Foundation, with a statue erected to MY dedication and MY discoveries. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-109 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-109 Date Created: April 15, 2016 Content: I saw it again. That brilliant white light, so bright that it blurred the line between tomorrow and today. But I was not afraid. The first time I saw it I thought it was some disaster, some explosion, or a reality tearing itself apart at the seams. But this time I found the light comforting. It was soft, beautiful, almost divine. I feel elevated simply by existing in a present with a future in which that light exists. I no longer think that whatever 'catastrophic' event awaits those that cross the rope is catastrophic at all. We had always assumed that whatever happened would end civilisation, but what if it just ended the part of civilisation that was focused on trying to cross the rope in the first place? What if the crossing-the-rope event was some kind of… global enlightenment, some ascension of the whole human race, which made the Foundation itself unnecessary? It all makes perfect sense; everyone who's ever studied this damn rope has been a Foundation agent, so of course the universe would continue to be biased in directions such that Foundation agents continue to exist. And of course the Foundation would try to belittle the power of the rope, to cast it aside, when the very act of trying to study it could be the act that destroys them. What I see in the next few days will be critical. I feel I am approaching a point of no return, a modern-day of crossing of the Rubicon. A 'Rubicon Rope', I guess; that's what I'm calling 6338 from now on, by the way. But I feel like this is going to finally pay off; months in this long-dead tin shack full of skeletons and ghosts, staring at a fucking rope on a piece of cardboard in the middle of the room. This is what I've been working towards ever since I was in Chile. This is my validation. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-113 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-113 Date Created: April 19, 2016 Content: The Rope is not a gatekeeper of some biblical event, it's a repository of knowledge. For the first time today I saw a glimpse of the world through that brilliant light and I saw… myself. I saw an enlightened Buddha, a mind brimming with the answers to society's woes. I saw the Foundation closing its doors, rendered obsolete in the utopian tsunami that will shake the world from sea to sea. I am to be the God that brings forth the next age. But I can't yet see exactly what this divine knowledge consists of, nor do I understand how I'm going to get it. Is it a divine revelation from some angel? A moment of superhuman inspiration? Does the Rope itself grow a mouth and simply tell me all the secrets of the universe? I do not yet know, but I feel I am closer to epiphany every single day. I just hope I can find the answers before it's too late. Knowing what I know now, I can't go back to the Foundation. I just can't. Even what little I've seen so far puts their entire operation at risk, and I know they won't allow that. I'll have to find another way, but so far none of my night visions have shown me in a world after leaving this station. The omens do not look good, but I have to keep going. For all of us. For Gary. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-138 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-138 Date Created: June 5, 2016 Content: The boiler is out of fuel. This is going to be my last entry. The future is laid before me now, even more clearly than ever before. I see hundreds of paths stretching before me, I see myself, terrified, in a million different realities as I slowly freeze to death. Each of those paths goes dark at about 7 or 8 o clock tomorrow morning. Consider this my Final Statement. To my ex-wife ██████, I am sorry. I have never stopped loving you, and I deeply regret that I was wrenched away from you by my work. But please try to understand that I had to do what I did to for the sake of all of us; even now, as I breathe my last breaths, I am doing what I am doing to try and keep you and everyone safe, even if nobody will ever really be able to tell you why. If you kept that kid you were carrying when I left you, please tell him or her that I love them. And to whatever Foundation Field Agent finds my body and this message, FUCK YOU. YOUR WORK IS A LIE, AND [Remainder of document redacted] Closing Statement: SCP-6338-D01[U] was discovered in its entirety at Sovetskaya Research Station on October 1, 2016, alongside SCP-6338 and the severely dessicated body of former Researcher Morris. Document SCP-6338-D01[U] was found in digital form on a Samsung Galaxy S7 cell phone, which was placed on the floor adjacent to the body of Morris. The files that make up SCP-6338-D01[U] were found in three subdirectories, entitled 'DOUBLECLICK_LOG', 'DOUBLECLICK_RES' and 'ILOVEYOU'. The files of SCP-6338-D01[U] that are not presented here are held securely at Foundation Site KY-5, apart from parts 114 to 137 inclusive, which have been destroyed in the interests of Foundation security. Footnotes 1. Quote translated from the original Spanish. 2. A class of mnestic drugs which make the user aware of most attempts to manipulate their mind. 3. Name redacted at the request of Field Agent Terrin. 4. The original version of SCP-6338-D01[U] contained multiple reference to an extremely sensitive high-security mnestic drug; for the purposes of this report, all references to this drug are redacted to 'P0'. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6338" by RYLIRK, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6338. 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#: 6339 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6339 is housed within a secure storage vault at Site-42, to be made available upon request by level 2 personnel and above. Experiments with the object are to be logged on document Exprmt-6339. Description: SCP-6339 is a mancala1 set complete with a wooden 6-hole board2, and 25 stones, of which 24 are quartz pebbles, and one is obsidian. The stones are known to occasionally move when not under direct observation. There is a sticky note attached to SCP-6339, reading: "Sorry I couldn't visit this summer, but I hope you find a better boss soon!" Attempts to remove this note have thus far failed. Reportedly, it is able to facilitate financial gain through unknown means. Additional Notes: SCP-6339 was delivered to Site 19 on May 30th 2002 by agents suspected to be affiliated with the GOI Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd, along with a brief description of its main effect. The reasons for this are currently unknown. Incident 6339.1: At the conclusion of Exprmt-6339-07, researcher Gosling stayed behind for cleanup, and was observed to manipulate SCP-6339 as if engaged in playing the game. As this happened, a translucent humanoid materialized in the testing chamber, and made vocalizations3. Researcher Gosling then proceeded to hurl SCP-6339 at the entity in shock. Researcher Gosling has since been reprimanded for her actions. A new version of this file is available, open? File updated Item#: 6339 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6339 is housed within a secure storage vault at Site-42, to be made available upon request by level 2 personnel and above. Experiments with the object are to be logged on document Exprmt-SCP-6339. SCP-6339 is currently uncontained. MTF Pi-1 (City Slickers) is to monitor low-income Hispanic communities for rumors of a mancala board bringing good fortune. Description: SCP-6339 is separated into two components — SCP-6339-A and SCP-6339-B. SCP-6339-A is a mancala set complete with a wooden 6-hole board, and 25 stones, of which 24 are quartz pebbles, and one is obsidian. The obsidian stone carries a weak memetic effect that dissuades subjects from removing it from the vicinity of the board. The stones are known to occasionally move when not under direct observation, and is suspected to be a form of entertainment for SCP-6339-B. There is a sticky note attached to SCP-6339, reading: "Sorry I couldn't visit this summer, but I hope you find a better boss soon!" Attempts to remove this note have thus far failed. SCP-6339-B is a translucent humanoid entity with the appearance of an average Hispanic man, and will manifest if a subject attempts to play mancala using SCP-6339-A without a partner. It self identifies as a Mexican citizen by the name Jim Sanchez, and is reportedly able to influence its holder's surroundings to facilitate financial gain or conservation through plausible means including rerouting phone calls, and preventing minor banking errors. In the event that a subject with no need of financial assistance seeks out SCP-6339 for financial reasons (as determined by SCP-6339-B), it is speculated to cause a memetic effect that compels the subject to relinquish possession of SCP-6339. If the subject were to resist the effect, more drastic measures would be taken, although the exact effects are unclear. Additional Notes: SCP-6339 was delivered to Site 19 on May 30th 2002 by agents suspected to be affiliated with the GOI Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd, along with a brief description of its main effect. SCP-6339-B Interview Log: Note: The interview was conducted by researcher Duncan, and translated from Spanish. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Duncan begins a game of mancala, prompting the manifestation of SCP-6339-B. Researcher Duncan: Hello, 6339-B. Do you mind if we ask a few questions? SCP-6339-B: Sure, go ahead. And what did you just call me? Researcher Duncan: 6339-B, that would be your designation number. SCP-6339-B: I do have a name, you know. Researcher Duncan: Just as well then, first question: do you remember who you were before your current situation? SCP-6339-B: Of course I do, my name's Jim, Jim Sanchez. Used to live in Acapulco, but I moved closer to Mexico City after my wife and kids went to America. Researcher Duncan: If you tell us more about them, we might be able to check in on them for you. SCP-6339-B: Well, I have a son and a daughter — Jesus and Ximena. I think Jesus is doing computer stuff for a living now? He always loved that sort of thing. Ximena though, she was a little closer to me. In fact, she gave me this mancala board. Said she'd found this game that interested her a lot, and that she'd play me when she got the chance, but… you know. That didn't really get to happen. It's just that, isn't it? Everything I could have possibly done went wrong. Got a job? The boss didn't pay us on time. Helped someone? My identity got stolen. Do nothing? My car got wrecked. Silence for 5 seconds. Sorry, I think I've said too much. Researcher Duncan: No no, not at all. Do you know where your children are? SCP-6339-B: They're both in Southern California I think, although I don't know where exactly. Close to the ocean though. It's fine, you don't have to find them, I've checked on them a few times. They don't need my help. Researcher Duncan: And your wife? SCP-6339-B: Margarita? She was a shrewd woman, knew how to get around people. Maybe she was right, that she's able to provide a better environment for the kids, but it still hurts to not see them grow up. He sighs. She's long gone now, safely making her trip in Mictlan4, I hope. Silence for 5 seconds. So, did you have any other questions? Researcher Duncan: Of course, let's see here… do you recall how you ended up in your current situation? SCP-6339-B: Well, first I — um, I died — as one does. Took a while, actually. Researcher Duncan: I'm sorry you went through that. SCP-6339-B: It happens. As I was saying, afterwards, I found myself at the first level of Mictlan. Now, I've heard the stories from my grandparents, and I know about the crashing mountains, the arrows, and the jaguar, but what really scared me was that I had nothing to offer to Mictlantecutli5 and his wife! Researcher Duncan: But surely they would have understood your predicament? SCP-6339-B: No Miss, he has already tried to prevent the new world's creation, I would not dare show up in front of him without the offerings, and I said as much to Xolotl6. Researcher Duncan: And he agreed to help you? SCP-6339-B: Yes, but it took almost a year and a half7 — I was on the third level by the time he relented. Still, I am eternally grateful for it. While he personally was unable to do much, he brought me before his twin, Quetzalcotl, and I agreed that while they figured something out, I would prevent the same thing happening to others. Researcher Duncan: So they put you in this mancala board. SCP-6339-B: He nods, and picks up the obsidian stone to examine it against a light. Researcher Duncan: You know, judging by some of our test results, you seem to have more attachment over that stone. Is there any particular reason? SCP-6339-B: I suppose I'm just happy that Ximena remembered the stories I told her when she was little, down to obsidian being a stone of protection. I feel like I've done her great grandparents proud. Don't get me wrong though, I wouldn't want to lose any of the stones. Researcher Duncan: I understand. She pauses to take a drink of water. You said earlier that you help people, how exactly do you achieve that? SCP-6339-B: It's pretty easy actually. Whatever happened to me, I made the opposite happen — I make sure the car is safe, that their card gets scanned correctly, if they can't find a job I try to get employment fliers to their door, and so on. Small things, mostly. Stop them from getting follow up phone calls from bad bosses too, sometimes. Researcher Duncan: In that case, why not just have them win the lottery or something? It's much quicker and easier. SCP-6339-B: I know, but winning the lottery is temporary, and I'd like to make sure they can support themselves after I leave. Researcher Duncan: That makes sense. But why didn't you do that for the Foundation? SCP-6339-B: Because you guys don't want my money, obviously. Researcher Duncan: How do you know that? SCP-6339-B: I wasn't entirely sure before I started answering your questions, but if that's what you really wanted, that would have been the first one, no? Even before this, you guys seemed content to just see what happens if you try to take my stones. No, you wanted to learn. Researcher Duncan: And what if we did want the money? SCP-6339-B: Then I would've tried to nudge you towards the right decision. Researcher Duncan: Is it a similar memetic property that you have on the obsidian? SCP-6339-B: I'm not sure what you mean, but I guess so. Researcher Duncan: And what if we ignored you? SCP-6339-B: Then I would have had to do a bit more to convince you, I suppose. Researcher Duncan: Hold on, is that why M— SCP-6339-B: Now that I think of it, I've been here for a while. I know you guys want to keep me here for whatever reason. Researcher Duncan: What do you mean by that? SCP-6339-B: You see, I'm in the world of the living for a reason, and I should go uphold my end of the bargain. While you have held me up here for about two weeks, it wasn't out of selfishness, unlike the last bunch. I'm going to make an exception and just leave now. Researcher Duncan: Wait, we're not finished asking you— SCP-6339-B: Have a nice day! SCP-6339 then de-manifested, and after a thorough search was determined to not be present at Site-42. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly. Addendum 6339.2: Foundation personnel have managed to track down Jesus and Ximena Sanchez in the outskirts of San Jose, California. After detainment and questioning, there has been no evidence to suggest they know of SCP-6339, and have thus been amnesticized and released as per Foundation protocol. Footnotes 1. A game played with a board with a variable number of holes, and two stores at each end of the board. Players take turns "sowing" stones from a chosen hole, dropping one in each subsequent hole (including their own store) until the stones run out. The player with the most stones in their store by the end of the game wins. 2. Variations of the board can range from three to six holes on each side. 3. After reviewing the footage, it was found to be Spanish, roughly translating to "hey there, can you guys stop screwing with me, please?" 4. The underworld in Aztec mythology. 5. The god of death and ruler of Mictlan in Aztec mythology. 6. The twin of Quetzalcotl, and a guide of the dead in Aztec mythology. 7. Traditionally, the journey would take 4 years. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6339" by FeroxJ, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6339. 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-6340-2 in a dormant state at the Kubinka Tank Museum, circa 1989 Item #: SCP-6340 Threat Level: Green ● Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6340-1 are to be stored in a Vehicle Containment Bay and treated with anti-corrosion treatments in order to avoid any further damage. SCP-6340-1 is to be inspected twice a month for any sign of corrosion. SCP-6340-2 is to be contained in a standard Anomalous Vehicle Containment Bay. The walls of SCP-6340-2's chamber are to be reinforced to resist 12.8 cm armor piercing rounds and high explosive shells. A teacher specialized in English and German is to be assigned to SCP-6340-2 Thursday and Wednesday for 4 hour sessions of class to assist SCP-6340-2 learn both languages to ease communications. A psychiatrist is to be assigned to SCP-6340-2, with scheduled meetings weekly to monitor the mental state of SCP-6340-2 Various toys are to be provided to SCP-6340-2 for its entertainment. Said toys are to be temporarily removed from the containment bay as a disciplinary action if SCP-6340-2 is to ever fire its main gun without proper authorization. Once a week, SCP-6340-2 is to be maintained and cleaned under the guise of a doctor's visit. Description: SCP-6340 is the designation for two German 12.8 cm Selbstfahrlafette auf VK 30.01(H) self-propelled anti-fortification gun,1 respectively designated SCP-6340-1 and SCP-6340-2. SCP-6340-2 generates a constant stream of white noise only audible less than 10 meters from SCP-6340-2. The noise generated by SCP-6340-2 is able to be translated to speech by placing a radio set to the frequency of 115.08 GHz in the proximity of SCP-6340-2. The voice emanating from SCP-6340-2 is similar to that of a 6 year old boy. SCP-6340-2 is autonomous. Interviews with SCP-6340-2 have demonstrated that it is capable of firing its main armament. It is unknown how SCP-6340-2 is capable of seeming typical operation without fuel and ammunition. Due to the neutralized status of SCP-6340-1 prior to being acquired by the Foundation, it is unknown if SCP-6340-1 shares the same anomalous properties as SCP-6340-2 or not, although discussions with SCP-6340-2 seem to suggest the former to be true. The anomalous properties of SCP-6340-2 were discovered in April 1993 when a tour guide at the Kubinka tank museum notified the museum owner's of strange static emanating from the captured "Sturer Emil" tank on exhibition. This tank was SCP-6340-2. Later that year, SCP-6340-2 escaped from the museum during the night before stopping 700 meters away from its initial position. Agents of the Russian branch of the Foundation present at the museum came into contact with SCP-6340-2 and took it into custody. Workers and visitors of the museum were informed that the "Sturer Emil" tank exhibit was taken to a different facility for restoration. Interview 6340-2 #1: In the initial year of it's containment, several attempts had been made to try and produce meaningful communication from the static generated occasionally by SCP-6340-2. The following is a transcript of the first successful communication with SCP-6340-2: + Level 2 Access required - Access authorized. [START OF LOG] Senior Researcher Wasp: -tempt 45, Zrinyi please set the frequency to 102.9 GHz. Researcher Zrinyi: Frequency is set sir. Static can be heard growing louder as SCP-6340-2 approaches Researcher Zrinyi. The radio used is unresponsive. Researcher Zrinyi: Sigh Welp nothing on that one either. Another frequency sir ? Senior Researcher Wasp: Uhh I don't know Zrinyi, just set it to a random frequency at this point and just hope you land on the right one. I'm going to get us some coffee, Marten take my place while I'm gone. Researcher Zrinyi: Sure, it's easy when you're not down there with an autonomous machine that's constantly moving around making a ruckus…. Senior Researcher Wasp: [distant] What was that ? Couldn't quite hear you over the sounds of your 35 ton friend moving around! By the way, do you two want anything? My treat. Researcher Zrinyi: I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea actually! Security Officer Marten: I’ll pass, but thanks. 2 hours goes by without any change in the radio. SCP-6340-2 is heard moving around the whole time. Senior Researcher Wasp: Well I’ve had enough, set it to 115ish and if it doesn't work then we’ll be done here. We'll try it again with Turán tomorrow. Researcher Zrinyi: Fine by me. Senior Researcher Wasp: All right then [Clears throat] Attempt number 88, Zrinyi proceed with the frequency. The radio used is unresponsive. Senior Researcher Wasp: I’ve seen enough, let's g- SCP-6340-2: Hallo? Kannst du mich hören?2 Security Officer Marten: Wait, was that a kid? Researcher Zrinyi: Holy hell it worked. Senior Researcher Wasp: What in the world, Marten! Get down here and translate. Security Officer Marten: Roger that sir. SCP-6340-2: Ich bin schläfrig..3 Researcher Zrinyi: Hold on we’re getting you a translator Security Officer Marten is heard entering the room and approaching SCP-6340-2, the rest of the conversation have been translated for ease of understanding. Security Officer Marten: Hello there, can you hear me? SCP-6340-2: Hi.. Researcher Zrinyi: Go on, he won’t hurt you I promise SCP-6340-2: O-okay.. Who are you sir? Are you here to play with me? Security Officer Marten: Maybe later, can you tell me your name? SCP-6340-2: I'm Moritz sir! What's your name? Security Officer Marten: You can call me Dietrich. Say Moritz, can you tell me about yourself ? Like Where are your parents? SCP-6340-2: Of course! I- Uhh.. I'm 6 years old! I don’t have parents but uhh I have a big brother, his name's Max! Security Officer Marten: A brother.. Can you tell me about him? Is he like you? SCP-6340-2: Yes! Although.. I haven’t really seen him in awhile, the last time we were together we were playing with our friends, but he had to leave somewhere and didn’t tell me where. I hope he is okay… Security Officer Marten: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that Moritz, I’m sure you’re uh-brother, is fine. You mentioned friends? What did you mean? SCP-6340-2: They were always with us, we played lots of games with them! The game we played the most was hide n' seek! although we were always the seeker… When we found someone our friends told us to play a prank on them with my firecrackers and they would be happy! Max was very good at it. Security Officer Marten: Firecrackers you say.. Fuck, these guys had a twisted sense of humor to call that a prank… Senior Researcher Wasp: Dietrich, sorry to interrupt your chat but we shouldn’t continue further. We need to inform the higher ups and await orders for what to do next. Security Officer Marten: Roger that. Ahem Alright thank you Moritz, although now I have to leave okay? It's getting late. SCP-6340-2: But I don't want you to go.. Security Officer Marten: Don't worry I will be back tomorrow okay? I'll even bring in some toys! SCP-6340-2: Really?! I haven't had toys in so long! Goodnight mister Dietrich. Security Officer Marten: Goodnight Moritz. [END OF LOG] Following the initial interaction with SCP-6340-2, measures were taken to update its containment procedures accordingly. Several interviews were scheduled with SCP-6340-2 to learn more about its past. Security Officer Marten was from now on assigned personally to SCP-6340-2 due to the attachment SCP-6340-2 displayed to him while also acting as a translator. A search was initiated to try and possibly recover the remains of SCP-6340-1 using both German and Soviet reports of where SCP-6340 fought during the Second World War. SCP-6340-1 was eventually discovered preserved in a swamp in 2004 by a group of scavengers looking for World War Two memorabilia. Following the news SCP-6340-1 was retrieved and examined, test results showed SCP-6340-1 to be no different from a typical tank wreckage. SCP-6340-2 was assigned lessons with a specialized language teacher at the request of Senior Researcher Wasp in the hopes of SCP-6340-2 eventually being able to communicate more easily with other members of the Foundation without the need of a translator. Interview 6340-2 #4: It was suggested by Senior Researcher Wasp to introduce a child psychiatrist to SCP-6340-2 to better understand it, Security Officer Marten also suggested to reward SCP-6340-2 for its good behavior with a toy in the form of a giant ball to accommodate for SCP-6340-2’s size. Both requests were accepted by the Site Director. The following is a transcript of the interview: + Level 3 Access required - Access authorized. [START OF LOG] The blast door to SCP-6340-2 chamber is heard opening followed by footsteps. SCP-6340-2 is unresponsive, seemingly sleeping. Psychiatrist Emilie : Wow, I know I was briefed on this, but seeing a tank vibrate like that is still quite the odd sight. Are you sure this is safe? Security Officer Marten: Moritz's sleeping, he often does at this hour. Senior Researcher Wasp: It's as safe as a tank with the temper of a kid could be… Security Officer Marten: Come on, Moritz ain’t like that. He hasn’t shown any aggressive behavior since he arrived here, he is just a kid. Now then, let me wake him up. [With a raised voice] Moritz come on, it’s already 9AM, you need to wake up. The sound of an engine starting is heard from SCP-6340-2 as it is awakens. SCP-6340-2: H-Hello mister Dietrich, oh hello mister Wespe! Who is the lady with you? Psychiatrist Emilie: Hello Moritz! I’m a friend of Dietrich, you can call me Emilie. Security Officer Marten: Emilie is going to ask you a few questions about your past, she’s a doctor like Wasp. You don't need to be afraid, we’re going to be both nearby. SCP-6340-2: O-Okay! Psychiatrist Emilie: Splendid, now can you tell me a bit about your past? You told Dietrich about your previous… friends when you were with your brother, can you tell me a bit more about them? SCP-6340-2: They were very nice to me and Max although we were only allowed to talk to them, apparently the others didn’t like kids. When Max had to go to the doctors they would always sleep with me because I was scared of the dark.. Psychiatrist Emilie: They sound like nice people. When was the last time you saw them ? SCP-6340-2: Th-They were arguing about something I didn’t quite hear.. Afterwards there was a huge noise and everything went black! When I woke up I was all alone… Psychiatrist Emilie: Oh… I’m sorry to hear that Moritz. I’m sure they didn’t do this on purpose. Now, Moritz, for this next question I want you to tell me what you remember about the last time you heard from your brother Max. SCP-6340-2: I…I don’t really remember.. Security Officer Marten: Go on Moritz, don’t be afraid. We are just trying to help you. SCP-6340-2: O-One of my friends came to me one day, they told me that Max wouldn’t come back.. I cried and.. and- A loud engine noise similar to a small explosion is heard, cutting off SCP-6340-2. After a few minutes the subject remains unresponsive and halts all movements. Sounds that were generated by SCP-6340-2 also cease. Security Officer Marten: M-Moritz?! Psychiatrist Emilie: I-is that normal for him? Senior Researcher Wasp: No, that’s new.. And I don’t like it. Marten try and manually start him from the driver seat! Security Officer Marten can be heard climbing inside SCP-6340-2 followed by the sound of an engine failing to ignite. Security Officer Marten: Fuck! Come on Moritz, wake up! Senior Researcher Wasp: We’re ending the interview here. Marten! get out of there and escort Emilie out! Security Officer Marten: But sir- Senior Researcher Wasp: This is an order, I’m staying with Moritz until he wakes up. [END OF LOG] Addendum 6340-2/2006: Over the course of the year 2006, the mental state of SCP-6340-2 worsened. After a thorough debate between project staff, it was decided to inform SCP-6340-2 of the death of SCP-6340-1 in order to allow the anomaly to properly grieve SCP-6340-1 and allow its mental state to recover. + Level 2 Access required - Access authorized. [START LOG] SCP-6340-2 is heard playing with a few toys, after a few minutes the blast door is heard opening allowing Security Officer Marten and Reseacher Zrinyi to enter the chamber. Security Officer Marten: Alright here goes..Ahem Hello buddy! Are you playing with your toys? SCP-6340-2 stops moving and is unresponsive. Security Officer Marten: Come on Moritz, where are your manners buddy? Don’t you want to greet your friends? SCP-6340-2: I'm sorry.. Security Officer Marten: It's nothing buddy, I- sigh We found your brother, Max, but he… he passed away. SCP-6340-2: That's okay, I'll just see him later! A loud engine noise is emitted from SCP-6340-2 followed by the sounds of tracks as SCP-6340-2 faces Security Officer Marten. Security Officer Marten: No, Moritz.. Researcher Zrinyi: Moritz, when a person dies they don't come back.. SCP-6340-2: E-ever? Researcher Zrinyi: Well no, unfortunatly.. But be happy, knowing your brother loved you dearly all the way to the end! SCP-6340-2: I… Security Officer Marten: Moritz… Max has gone to a better place. Just like your friends, what you can do is cherish your memories with them.. SCP-6340-2: No! No! You’re lying! Max will come back, he promised! Security Officer Marten: Moritz… SCP-6340-2: He promised.. SCP-6340-2 begins crying, Researcher Zrinyi can be heard comforting SCP-6340-2 by softly humming a lullaby to appease SCP-6340-2. After two minutes SCP-6340-2 calms down and goes to sleep. Security Officer Marten: I think we can stop here, we should leave him alone. [END OF LOG] SCP-6340-2 underwent the grieving process for several days, receiving multiple visits of various approved staff members to keep it company and cheer them up. SCP-6340-2 eventually got better by the end of the year 2006 and as since then recovered. Footnotes 1. More commonly known under the nickname "Sturer Emil". 2. Hello? Can you hear me? 3. I'm sleepy..
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SCP-6341 Item #: SCP-6341 Special Containment Procedures: The surrounding area containing SCP-6341 is to be sealed from all unauthorized access, with a perimeter of no less than 100 meters to be maintained around the primary structure. On-site staff is to maintain constant surveillance of the perimeter and internal structure, with foot patrols no less than twice per day to survey both the inner perimeter and outlying boundary. Any packages found during these patrols are to be reported to secondary staff, which is to be documented and removed at the earliest convenience. Any non-authorized persons entering the perimeter are to be detained immediately upon entering. If any non-authorized persons evade detainment at the perimeter and are discovered entering the primary facility, they are to be detained and held in restrictive quarantine for no less than 48 hours. Those documented to be affected by SCP-6341 are to be transferred for holding and observation. Any on-site staff detected to have been affected by SCP-6341 are to be likewise detained and transferred for holding and observation under the same protocol. All personnel not designated being assigned to SCP-6341 are prohibited from contact with any display, recordings, or records of their personal information anywhere within, or in the proximity of visual range to SCP-6341. This includes true names, operation designates, addresses, locker assignments, floor assignments, and other designates [SEE FULL LIST – TRADOC 1145c – BANNED ID]. Staff are not to speak this information and must refer to others by assignment number when necessary. Communication should be kept to a minimum to reduce the chance of contamination. Publication of any personal data of individuals affected by SCP-6341 is considered to be compromised, and thus is strictly prohibited of documentation. No publication or records of SCP-6341 address or location data is allowed without review by INFOSEC and central archives. All items within SCP-6341 are to be recorded and logged. All items recovered from SCP-6341 affected individuals are to be held and investigated after INFOSEC evaluation and stored. Description: SCP-6341 is the structure of a large brick building in an isolated area of Western Alberta, Canada. The building shows signs of neglect and abandonment, both inside and out with no indication of residency for several decades. Broken tiles and bricks, missing glass, graffiti, and similar evident signs of vacant structures are common. On the exterior, the area appears to be surrounded by roads and walkways, commonplace to many urban working facilities. Neither the building nor the surrounding grounds have ever been part of any kind of habitation, with the nearest other man-made structure outside Foundation facilities located more than 200 kilometers away. The roads appear to abruptly end at the edge of the clearing, and the surrounding terrain shows no evidence of having been under construction or habitation at any point. Inside the building, SCP-6341 appears to be the remains of a mail processing facility, with several signs identifying the facility as “Canada and Greater Americas Postal Processing Nexus #343”. No such facility or organization has ever existed, nor have any records been discovered of when the facility was built. The machinery inside, though decayed, shows no evidence of actual use, and rarely appears to be actually connected to the processing of mail and packages. Despite this, there are several boxes, bags, and various containers holding random amounts of mail and packages in varying states. It does not seem to be sorted in any way and is often decayed or damaged as well, most often completely illegible or would crumble upon contact. The signage of the facility is also notable for undergoing random changes. There seems to be no cycle or schedule for this behavior which often results in gibberish or incomprehensible phrases. This extends to any signs or text in physical proximity of the facility when exposed to it for longer than three months. The outer streets, while not subject to the same shifting, are similarly nonsensical, identified by signage as “Lordfrog” and “Deadkat”, respectively. The central concerns within the bounds of SCP-6341 is related to its effect and interaction with individual personal data, and the mail service. Whether under observation or left unsupervised, mail that is mislabeled, destroyed, or otherwise lost has an uncalculated probability (SEE SCP-6341 STUDY 8 – PROBABILITY AND COMPOSITION) of suddenly appearing inside SCP-6341. This is rarely observed, but has been documented on occasion from eyewitness reports and captured surveillance. The object suddenly appears, often mid-air, and comes to rest under normal gravity from the contents within. Specifically addressing mail to SCP-6341 will result in much higher probability, but will have a similar elevated chance of triggering the secondary anomalous effect. Because of this, information relating to SCP-6341, primarily location data, must be carefully secured. Items of mail addressed to SCP-6341 invariably become lost in transit, even over a space of several meters, but do not then appear within SCP-6341. These items appear to be totally random, and also do not appear to be solely linked to this dimension’s local time-space. Although letter contents have appeared written in most known languages, many more unidentifiable languages or in various forms of presumed ciphers have also been discovered. Both the materials and inks show similar variety in origin, including several as yet uncatalogued materials. The content of said letters is equally random, sometimes composing total gibberish or crude drawings. They also indicate an extremely vast point of origin, some appearing to predate current human civilization or show no signs of being connected to current civilization at all. Others appear to originate from alternate time streams or dimensional points, however by this very nature are more difficult to prove and are far fewer instances. Packages show identical randomness of form and origin, in addition to size, with the largest parcel found to contain a mint condition 1910 Model T Ford, while the smallest being a 3cm cubed package containing a single grain of sand from Australia. These non-letter packages present a more unpredictable danger, as the contents can sometimes be extremely dangerous, volatile, or aggressive. In addition, the aspect of their arrival can often be a more direct danger, as they have a tendency to appear a distance from the ground, without warning, regardless of dimensions or weight which may lead to such objects hitting, landing on, or even crushing unsuspecting personnel. The secondary effect of SCP-6341 is reported to be more concerning, and the largest threat to full, effective containment. Individuals who interact with SCP-6341 have the possibility of becoming part of what has come to be referred to as “The Mailing List”. Personal information, such as names, addresses, or other identifying information that is carried in, or spoken aloud inside SCP-6341 increases this possibility with no discernable minimum or maximum limit to when it takes effect. While at this time, this “list” has no physical presence, those compromised under this secondary effect will begin to receive mail and packages in the same way as the SCP-6341 site. Interacting with said mail, even with actions as simple as physical contact, appears to exacerbate the effect. More and more mail will be delivered at the same time of day, every day. This time appears to be random to each affected individual but is more common in late evenings and very early mornings on business days similar to that of standard postal arrival. Reading, and especially replying to this mail seems to especially amplify the intensity and frequency of the effect. This mail will be delivered regardless of location and does not appear to be impeded by any current documented location or condition. Should the affected subject die, mail will continue to be delivered to the last point of delivery for several weeks to months. Owing to the at times dangerous, and sometimes anomalous nature of the mail's contents in addition to its anomalous arrival, those under the SCP-6341 secondary effect represent an ongoing threat to containment and operations protocol. Even when contained within a solitary environment, the simple volume of mail can represent a significant hazard, with three documented cases of subjects being crushed under the volume or dimensions of materials. The nature and information of said materials may also present an ongoing security breach, capable of spreading the secondary effect to unaffected parties who make contact with said materials. The secondary effect is difficult to remove, requiring up to one year of almost total isolation from the perimeter of SCP-6341 and non-interaction with materials of any nature that could be used to create packages, mail, or any form of postal signage. In addition, SCP-6341 will continue to randomly be delivered several times a year to previously affected subjects for the remainder of their lives, which can then potentially trigger the effect to begin again. In addition, various information collected during observation and indexing appears to show that SCP-6341 may not be the only site of its kind. It is unclear if this is related to dimensional time-space, however, it is not impossible that other instances of SCP-6341 exist worldwide. There is not as of yet direct evidence of this, but investigations are ongoing. ADDENDUM: RECOVERED ITEMS – SWEEP 1 – ██/██/████ Letter - Addressed to one “Margaret Mattis”, sender designated under the initials of “L.M”. Personal, asks of Margaret's health and recent moving. Comments on local weather and sports. Mentioned cities and teams match no known current or historical names. Letter – Presumed tax forms, no identified sender or receiver. Match no known government tax information, all written in red crayon and illegible. Letter – Four pages of insults, death threats, and similar remarks, addressed to “You Fat Fuck At The Capital”, sender designated to be “Fuck Your Mother”. Contents are somewhat damaged with what appear to be burn marks. Letter – Three-page outline of a proposed script for the American sitcom “Married, With Children”. No identified receiver, sender identified as “Big Bobby”. This version appears to include a third child of the Bundy's, named “Rose”, who is three years old and likes fire. No episode of this type was ever produced. Package – Flat brown paper package, wrapped in twine, 1m by 2m. Contents appear to be a canvas and frame like of those used for oil paintings. Surface contains part of a sketch, detailing the head and shoulders of a figure. Canvas appears to have been stabbed and slashed several times. Letter – [DATA EXPUNGED] (Contents secured by Central Archives) Staff rotated, personnel who had been tasked with retrieval put on leave for evaluation. Package – Heavily taped 2m by 2m cube. Opening package appeared to release a unknown, florescent purple gas. Site was evacuated and placed on immediate lock down. Investigation revealed no known effects, beyond a penetrative “wood varnish” smell, and discoloration of contact areas. Investigation is ongoing. Letter – No observed sender or receiver, envelope noticeably discolored. Contents found to be fecal matter and two dozen disposable razor blades. Fecal matter matches no known living organism or life form. Letter – Receiver one “Dorothy”, sender identified as “Me”. Contents appear to be very thin papyrus, with “I'm sorry” repeatedly written on both sides. Letter – No known sender or receiver. A half-page of cuneiform script, apparently written by typewriter. Text appears to be a rejection letter for a story titled “The lost ways”. Package – Unknown, materials indicate cardboard. Found shredded and spread over large area, with several samples of unknown fur. Site locked down, investigations ongoing but currently unable to determine what contents had been inside.
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"Long will live the bastard crab, and the harbor he defends" . AstersQuill SCP-6342: The Noble Knight Thompson and the Beast of Crimson Author: AstersQuill - Author Page Item#: 6342 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" SCP-6342 fighting a Giant Octopus, depicted by Frederick Whymper, 1883 Special Containment Procedures: Due to widespread reports of SCP-6342 sightings by New England fishers, Foundation naval vessels are to monitor the waters bordering New England. This area extends from the Long Island Sound in the south to the Bay of Fundy in the north. Additionally, reports of SCP-6342 are to be discredited as nautical folklore attributed to prolonged periods of dehydration while on the water. Description: SCP-6342 is the designation given to an oversized Cancer borealis1 identified as the mythical "Crimson Pincer" by local residents of Providence, Rhode Island, United States. Reports of SCP-6342 seem to increase during the late winter/early spring, directly correlating with Providence's foggy season. Based on testimonials from locals, Foundation researchers theorize SCP-6342 to be between 1-7 meters across, with smallest size measurements coming from well-known members of Providence's fishing community. Correlational analysis into this phenomenon is currently ongoing. | | Welcome "Dr. Glass"! Would You Like To Update SCP-6342 Documentation? | | Uploading Files… | Files Uploaded! | | Addendum - 01 SCP-6342 Exploration Logs Personnel Present: Dr. Simon Glass; Junior Field Agent Hana "Iris" Thompson Date: June 3rd, 2018 «Begin Log» <Dr. Glass and Agent Thompson sit on a bench at a bus stop. Agent Thompson clutches the strap of her duffle bag tightly, her foot taps against the pavement. Dr. Glass checks his watch.> Glass: The bus should be here in five minutes. Are you excited to get back out into the world? <Agent Thompson continues to look off into the distance.> Glass: Hana? Is everything alright? <Agent Thompson closes her eyes and exhales. She turns to face Dr. Glass.> Thompson: Sorry, I'm just a little nervous. First day jitters and all. Glass: Perfectly understandable. It looks much scarier from the outside compared to when you're actually there. I can provide some resources or we can schedule appointments while you're away. Thompson: Thanks, Glass. I appreciate it, but — it's just I expected things to be different. Full ride for a really good journalism program and now… well, you get it. <A pause. Agent Thompson places her face in her hand.> Glass: Depending on how this goes we may be able to make that dream a reality for you. Thompson: Really? Glass: Serena Verdae has one of the best anomalous journalism programs on the east coast. <He laughs.> That's not something the recruiters will tell you. <Agent Thompson quietly laughs. Her expression softens and her shoulders relax. A bus stops in front of the pair. Agent Thompson grabs her bags and prepares to board.> Glass: I've been paying attention to the weather systems along your flight path and everything seems to be good to go. Once you land in Providence, let me know. Don't forget help is just a text away. Thompson: I appreciate it. <She takes a deep breath.> Don't worry about me too much while I'm gone. <Agent Thompson stands up and begins to walk up the steps.> Glass: Oh, Hana? <She stops halfway up the stairs and turns around. Dr. Glass produces a rune-covered camera from within his labcoat and hands it to her. She pauses for a second before hesitantly taking it.> Glass: Remember to have fun. I want to hear some interesting stories when you return. «End Log» Glass 🫙 Good morning, Hana. How have you settled in so far? Have you met any of the other students yet? I'm going to be honest Glass It's completely dead here 👻 town Are there any events for the students that are staying there? Surely the RAs must be doing something fun for you all. Yeah they were offering cookies in the lounge and they were all gone by the time I got there Idk if this is a good idea anymore Idk how much longer I can deal with eating by myself and watching movie marathons every night Can I come back now? maybe we can try again later when i'm ready Before we left you wouldn't stop talking about how excited you were to finally get away from the site. I understand how stressful this experience must be for you, though. In times like these it's important to breathe; you are ready for this, Hana. It's just going to be a little hard in the beginning, but that's okay. Please give this some time before you fully decide to come back. We can reevaluate these feelings after classes start. Oh, also. Dr. Kondraki wanted me to tell you not to have too much fun while you're gone. Tell Dr. K I said hi Alright I'll stay but if this doesn't change I don't want to be here anymore I don't think I can put myself through that Understood. I hope you have a good day, Hana. If you need to set up a call just send me a message. Alright? got it 👍 «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 01» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson «Begin Log» <Agent Thompson adjusts a pin containing a camera and audio device. She spends a moment and looks at herself in the mirror, straightening out wrinkles on her shirt and letterman jacket. A sticky note containing her name, age, and previous occupancy sits on the mirrors corner. She picks it up and sighs.> Thompson: You can do this, Hana. You've come so far. <She messes with her short hair.> It's just college. Just. College. You got this. Don't fuck this up. <Agent Thompson can be heard mumbling "Don't fuck this up" as she packs her bag. She slings the bag around her shoulder and stands in front of the mirror, forcing a smile, then a serious face.> Thompson: You must think I look ridiculous, don't you? <She turns and grabs a stuffed rabbit, holding it at arms length.> Thompson: Wish me luck, Sir Hopsworth. <Agent Thompson sets the stuffed animal down gently on her bed, waving at it as she leaves the dorm.> «Break» A view of Yesenia Hall taken from the footage of Hana Thompson's pin camera. «Continued» <Agent Thompson rounds the corner and stands in front of the door of a nearly empty lecture hall. A stocky woman stands at a lectern in the front of the room, sorting through a collection of manila folders and papers. She wears a winding, golden pin on her lapel. Agent Thompson takes a deep breath and enters the room.> Thompson: (Softly) Um… excuse me? Are you Professor Lisera? Lisera: Indeed I am. You must be? Thompson: Hana, ma'am. Hana Thompson. Lisera: Well it is nice to meet you, Ms. Thompson. What brings you to my class this summer? <Hana hesitates slightly.> Thompson: I-uh. I just wanted to try out a class here before I commit to enrolling. Trying to get back in the game after an unplanned break, you know? Lisera: Well, I hope my course is able to serve as a great example of what you could expect during here. Be assured that students of all levels, both new and old, have found success at Serena Verdae. Thompson: Yeah, that's what I've been told. I'll be fine, just a little rusty at first. Lisera: If there is anything I can do to make your transition easier, do not be afraid to let me know. Thompson: Thank you, professor. I appreciate it. <Agent Thompson moves deeper in the room and takes her seat in the front row. She takes a notebook and pencil out from her backpack, neatly laying them out on the table in front of her. Time passes. More students file in, taking their seats around the classroom. Agent Thompson looks around before turning forward. She begins to tap a pencil on the table.> Thompson: (Whispering) Deep breaths, Hana. Deep breaths. <The pencil tapping gets louder.> First impressions are everything, you'll be fine. <Professor Lisera finishes sorting through papers and looks towards the class. She carves a sequence of runes in the air, causing a piece of chalk to animate and write "BIOL 1610 - Cryptozoology I" on the chalkboard.> Lisera: Good afternoon, class. I am Archivist Lisera, your professor for the next few weeks as we begin our exploration in the expansive field of Cryptozoology. Now, I trust that there will be no mischief, shenanigans, or horsing around; we only have a short time together, and it's important that we don't waste a minute of it. <She picks up one of the manila folders from the table, holding it up in one hand.> Lisera: By the end of class today you are to form groups of two. Extraordinary circumstances aside, these will be your partners until the end of the session. Choose wisely. This course will be very discussion and research-heavy, with students expected to present their findings at lecture each week. <Agent Thompson turns and begins to speak, but stops when she notices the people behind her are whispering to one another. Professor Lisera taps on the center of the stack of manila folders. The covers of the folder begin to flap like the wings of a bird and fly out towards the students.> Lisera: Each group has been assigned a creature of local folklore to research. Please review the contents of the folder, as it will provide you tips on where to start searching. I should make myself clear: any direct disruption to the ecosystem of Providence or to your assigned creature itself, will lead to a failing grade in this class. <The shuffling of papers can be heard as the groups begin to look at the contents of the folders. Professor Lisera approaches Agent Thompson> Thompson: Can I just work alone on this? It seems like everyone else has already grouped up. Lisera: I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson, but there are no exceptions. The roster says we have an even number of students, but there may be a clerical error. Let me ask the other groups about adding a third member. Thompson: Wait you don't have to— Lisera: Would any group be able to take on a third member? <A pause. The classroom goes silent, and Hana cringes, shrinking into her seat.> Lisera: Anyone? <Whispering can be heard from around the room. Hana leans into her desk, facing forwards. The camera begins to shake slightly.> Lisera: If no one chooses, I will choose for you. <Silence. The soft sound of sniffling is picked up by the recording device.> ???: I can work with her. <The class turns to regard the voice. It belongs to an amorphous humanoid with shifting gray skin that stands in the doorway of the classroom.> Lisera: Mx. Vesper, I was wondering when you would be joining us. You will be marked tardy for today's class. Vesper: Sorry, prof. Got caught in traffic. Lisera: Right… <Vesper makes their way across the room, taking a seat next to Agent Thompson. The class resumes their conversation, and Professor Lisera returns to the front of the room.> Vesper: Nice to meet you, Hana. Most people call me Vesper. Thompson: Hi, Vesper. How did you know my name? Vesper: Divination major— it's also on your notebook. <Agent Thompson laughs.> Thompson: Does that mean you can read my fortune? Vesper: I can, just don't expect any lucky numbers. All you need to do is give me your hand and close your eyes. <Agent Thompson holds her hand out towards Vesper. Vesper's form begins to shift.> Vesper: Hm. Oh this is very interesting. Thompson: Is that a good or a bad thing? Oh, do I end up with the girl of my dreams in the future? Any amount of success? Vesper: No, no I see something: I see you in a storm, afraid, alone. You're cursing to yourself. Then a shadow starts to chase after you, nearly catching you, but you're just able to slip away. <A pause. They begin to laugh.> I also see you failing this class. Thompson: What? Vesper: Alright! You can open your eyes now. <Vesper's form stops shifting, revealing the nearly identical form of Agent Thompson. Agent Thompson pulls her hand back.> Thompson: Ah! You can just… do that? Vesper: How am I supposed to know your future if I don't know you? <Professor Lisera clears her throat. Vesper's form returns to normal.> Thompson: We should probably figure out what we're supposed to be doing so we can start working. «Break» The Crimson Pincer Hailing from the waters of the Northeast United States, the coloquially named "Crimson Pincer" has been a facet of New England sailing folklore from before even the first Europeans theorized of the existence of a New World. Many stories from European sailors talk of a creature with an impenetrable carapace, claws the could split ships, and a crimson red shell thought to be dyed from the blood of the sailors it has killed. In modern times, local fisherman still talk of a creature stirring beneath the waves, and trapped sailors claim to see the creature while trapped on the rocky shores of the region. «Continued» Thompson: Oooo… scary crab. <She laughs.> I'm surprised a group of fisherman haven't hunted this thing down to serve with butter and spices. Vesper: If someone started raving to you saying there was a "crab in the mist" would you believe them? Thompson: Glass did tell me New Englanders have a higher tolerance towards the anomalous than most. Vesper: Glass? Is that a friend or? Thompson: My therapist… one of them. <She laughs nervously.> Most of my friends at this point are people much older than me with fancy titles. That sounds weird. Is that weird? Vesper: I see. Well, I'm glad you're getting help for whatever it is. <They place their hand on Hana's shoulder.> You'll find some great friends, I promise. Thompson: Are you trying to be reassurring or did you see that in my future? Vesper: As a diviner, it's important to leave some things unknown. Life is better when you have surprises to look forward to, trust me. <Vesper pats Hana's shoulder. Professor Lisera returns to the front of the room.> Lisera: Now that you have all had time to review your materials we can move over to today's lecture: the History of Cryptozoology in the Northeast. <Agent Thompson leans over.> Thompson: (Whispering) Do you want to grab some coffee after this? Hangout at my apartment to plan on what we should do next? Vesper: I have to run to a meeting for theatre after this, but we should meet tomorrow. Seaspray Café at noon work? <Agent Thompson nods. She leans back in her chair and sighs as Professor Lisera continues her lecture.> «End Log» Glass 🫙 Hypothetically speaking Say I had an assignment for class that involved some creature right How I would I go about finding information for that? It would depend on the creature. Libraries are always a wealth of knowledge on most topics, you should be able to find some encyclopedias or ecology textbooks there. Appreciate the reminder Glass but I'm already ahead of you there Do you think they have any books about ship destroying crabs ? You should be able to access the Foundation's database with your clearance. I can grant you access to any necessary redactions should they be relevant to your coursework. However, I should advise you to be cautious; this creature is real and we've been trying to monitor its position for years now. I suggest you disengage while we work to dispatch a task force to your location. You don't have to do all that for a little crab, Glass Besides I'm a junior field agent right? Let this be my first assignment If I do a good enough job maybe you'll fix the ac in my room on site Also if anything happens to the crab I fail so 🤷♀️ Alright, no task force. I will have to clear your request with Director Light, though. In the meantime, feel free to access all relevant documentation from the database. I can even give you the contact information with the project heads if that would be helpful. Appreciate it but I'll pass It wouldn't look good to cheat on my first college assignment see you later «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 02» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson «Begin Log» <Agent Thompson sits at a wooden café table and idly stirs an iced coffee as she jots notes in a small notebook. The table is covered in several books and loose sheets of paper, volumes of local folklore, and rough charcoal sketches of crabs on crumpled newspapers. A couple walks by and she sighs, turning herself in her chair to watch them.> Vesper: It's too early in the day to start yearning. Besides, you don't want what they have. <She turns around. Vesper stands on the other side of the table in the form of a construction worker.> Thompson: Good Afternoon, Vesper. Interesting… form you're wearing today? <She turns back around.> So what's the deal with them? You hold their hands? Get their dirty little secrets? Vesper: I know everyone's dirty little secrets. I know that he cheated on her with her roommate. I also know that she's about to find out. Thompson: Geez. Do you really have something from everyone in your class? <Vesper shrugs. Agent Thompson takes a sip of her coffee.> Vesper: What can I say? People love to share. <Agent Thompson can be heard choking.> Vesper: When they're drunk, of course. Did you really think I get around that much? Thompson: No judgement. That would just be a lot of hands to hold. <Vesper laughs and takes a seat. Their bulky form towers over the small table and chair set.> Vesper: At the end of they day we're just college students. Anomalous or not. We don't live a different life just because the world thinks we're "weird". Thompson: I see. Your parties probably go crazy, though. I think I would kill to go to a supernatural party. Vesper: Some make you do just that to enter. <A pause.> Vesper: I'm just messing around, Hana. Don't worry. Thompson: Oh! That's good. Vesper: Mind telling me what all this is? <Vesper picks up a crumpled newspaper from the table.> Thompson: You don't already know? Didn't you see it in my future when you held my hand? Vesper: Cute, but yes I do know. Divining takes a toll on the mind so I try not to hold onto the intimate details of everyone's day. Notable events, like people cheating, sure, but knowing when someone is going to tie their shoe or sharpen a pencil isn't important enough to remember. Thompson: Aren't you at least a little curious about the little details? Vesper: Well it would make my ibuprofen bill even larger than it already is. Besides, it's also an asshole move to explain things to people if they have something to say. I do enjoy hearing people talk sometimes. Thompson: Ah, that makes sense. So I spent last night and this morning trying to figure out where to start with our research. <She motions to the various papers and books on the table.> I'm sure you gathered that, though. Vesper: Were you able to learn anything? Thompson: I learned that the fisherman of Providence really suck at drawing and that people will give you mean looks if you spend all morning in the fish market and then get on a bus. Vesper: You're really quite the inquisitive one, huh? Think about joining the school paper in the fall? Thompson: Maybe. People say I was the president of my high school's newspaper club. Apparently I did a pretty good job too. I think they just say that because I'll go through anything for a scrap of information. Vesper: How has that been going so far? <Agent Thompson sighs and leans forward, placing her head on the table.> Thompson: Ecology textbooks on the crabs of New England, contemporary naval folklore, even almanacs for the past ten years. Nothing. Barely even a footnote. <She sighs.> I think we're going to need a bigger boat. Vesper: That's because you're looking in the wrong place. You're never going to find information in these books, they're from the wrong side of the Veil. <Vesper stands up from the table and sheds their previously form. They wrap themself in an emerald sweatshirt with the white text of "Serena Verdae".> Vesper: Come on, grab your stuff. We're going to go to a real library. «Break» The atrium of Serena Verdae's Library of Ways «Continued» <Agent Thompson and Vesper stand adjacent to one of the many rows of bookshelves in the room. Vesper can be seen momentarily scanning over several large volumes before the camera shifts as Agent Thompson leans over the balcony to look around the large atrium. Winding columns and staircases occupied by patrons, both humanoid and not, flank the room, and the distant crackling of thaumaturgy can be heard as background ambiance.> Thompson: God this place is cool. If you told me a year ago that a place like this existed, I probably wouldn't have believed you. Vesper: In the same way you would if someone talked about a giant crab? <The pair laugh.> Vesper: If you think this is impressive you should check out the Wanderers' Library one day. It has books your brain would never begin to comprehend. The librarian is a giant centipede too. Thompson: Maybe I'll take you up on that offer as long as you can get me a library card. I don't think I can take the trip at the moment. <Agent Thompson returns to the stack of books and places her finger on the leathery spine of a large volume.> Vesper: Don't open that, it'll kill you. Thompson: Are you joking? <Vesper removes the volume from the shelf, steps back, and opens it. A loud shreik can be heard, causing Agent Thompson to drop to her knees. Vesper closes the book as a small faerie with glasses flits by, staring at Vesper as it passes.> Vesper: Skin-bound novels are deadly to those without resistance to the anomalous. Thompson: I appreciate the warning. What if you weren't here and I opened that book? Vesper: You would probably die. Although fate seems fluid, it's better to think of it as strands in a weave. Divination is all about interpreting those strands and recognizing which one you are currently travelling on. On this strand, I'm here to save you, on others I may not be. <They reach out their hand to Agent Thompson, who takes it and stands back on her feet.> Thompson: Thanks… I think? <She sits with her back to the railing as Vesper skims through the shelves.> Can I ask a question? Vesper: I'll save you from struggling with your wording: Yes, there's something for everyone here at Serena Verdae, and I can't think of many examples of people never finding friends. As long as you try, which you've already shown you do, and aren't completely abrasive, which you haven't been, you'll find your people. <Hana sighs. Vesper pulls out a heavy, barnacled tome from the shelf and places it in her arms. They turn around.> Thompson: Yeah—I should have guessed you would have an answer ready. Vesper: You're valid for feeling the way you do, Hana. Many of us were once in your shoes, and we were scared too. <They walk over to a nearby table. Agent Thompson follows.> That fear is only as large as you make it, though, and someday you have to face it in order to live your life. <Vesper sits at the table and begins to carefully thumb through the tome's pages. Agent Thompson stops just before the table, removing a camera from her pocket before quickly hiding it again. She sits down.> Vesper: Here, look at this. «Break» Ballad of the Crab Killer Long ago, on rocky shores, the bastard crab arise With terror it sunk the sailing ships, of empires who claim the skies But mortal men care not for myth, for their coffers have run dry To slay the beast, they sent their fleets, the terror that must die The fog fell fast upon them, the ropes they shake and sway The sun consumed by greying clouds, the final lights of day Their cannons aimed, the powder dry, men ready to attack From crow's nest the scouter shouts, "I see its crimson back!" Their hulls lie broke and splintered, the water turned foamy red The rocks became the resting place of those that wound up dead Survivors told their fishing tales, their lucid word appends "Long will live the bastard crab, and the harbor he defends" And so the myth grows larger, a shadow across the land Weary eyes search the tides, their fear will make it grand Warriors come to slay the beast, their hubris stains the docks The hunting men hid fast away, taken beneath the rocks But one will come who'll kill the crab, who slays it without fear For on that day, the greying skies, will finally recede and clear Blessed be the Crab Killer, armed with pale moonlight Blessed be the Crab Killer, who ends the city's blight «Continued» Thompson: Oh! We used to analyze poetry in AP Lit. I think I won my school's poetry competition, so this should be a piece of cake. Vesper: So how will your knowledge of Eliot and Hughes help us out here? Thompson: You see, it's simple. <She pauses, skimming over the stanzas.> So there's this crab… <Vesper laughs.> Vesper: It's not just a poem, it's a prophecy. A lot of prophecies are written in verse so they're easier to remember and pass down. Along the way, someone must have decided to write it down. This one is more direct; context and definite resolution. Not something many prophecies have. Thompson: So now what? We wait until a stormy night for this thing to come out and snap a few photos before it kills us? Vesper: I don't think it's going to be as easy as you think. Thompson: Are you saying that because you know or because you're trying to discourage me. <Vesper smiles and shrugs.> Thompson: So lets say, hypothetically, I was to go look for this thing during a storm. Is there a good chance I die a violent and painful death by something that most people here eat in a sandwich? Vesper: No you'll be fine. Thompson: Alright I'm going then. <Agent Thompson begins to stand and throws her backpack around her shoulder.> Vesper: Why are you doing this? Thompson: You already know. Vesper: I do but I want you to hear how ridiculous it sounds. <Agent Thompson crosses her arms.> Thompson: It's a conversation starter. How cool would it be to be known as the person who photographed the "Crimson Pincer"? Vesper: And that's worth the risk of death to you? Thompson: Death and I have danced enough in the past few years. I think I know all of its moves by now. Plus you said I'd be fine, so what's the worst that can happen? <Vesper stands and places a hand on Agent Thompson's shoulder.> Vesper: And you were such a good friend. <Agent Thompson laughs. Vesper pats her on the shoulder.> Vesper: Stay safe, Hana. Don't forget to bring your camera with you. It's going to be more useful than it is now sitting in your pocket. Thompson: You'll have to tell me all about it next class. Thank you, Vesper. «End Log» Glass 🫙 Heyyyyyy Remember how you said you'd be able to get me whatever I needed ? Most things you needed, yes. What do you need, Hana? Rain gear and some money for a ferry ticket Going to go check out one of the lighthouses with a some freinds on the 18th *friends I'll be safe don't worry I'll put the order through and have someone bring it over. How is the assignment going? Are you more acclimated to school now? Is there anything you want to discuss over a text or video call? Good, we went to the library to read about the big crab Yes No thank you Well, I'm glad to hear you're doing well. Be safe too. I hear there's going to be a large storm hitting Providence soon. You should probably delay your plans until after it clears. Yeah maybe Going to get dinner ✌️ Pomham Rocks Lighthouse, Providence, Rhode Island, United States «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 03» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson <Agent Thompson watches as her ferry departs on the choppy waves of the Providence River. The fog is thick and water droplets begin to obscure the video footage. Agent Thompson wipes off the lens with her thumb.> Thompson: Before embarking on an expedition, it's important a field agent has all the necessary equipment. (Mumbling) Let's see: boots? Check. Rain coat? Check. Ever increasing sense of dread that I'm making the wrong choice? <She sighs.> Check. Thompson: So I didn't drown—yet. At least whoever finds this footage will be able to pick up that much. <She begins pacing the shore.> Now if I were a big scary crab who can apparently sink boats, where would I be? <She removes a glow stick from her backpack and cracks it. The surrounding fog begins to glow a light green.> Thompson: I would probably just hide under rocks all day. I can't imagine wanting to get some food only for some asshole to crush me with a rock or boil me alive in a pot of water. <The sound of her stomach growling can be heard.> Thompson: Although at this point, that doesn't seem too bad. <She removes a granola bar from her backpack and begins scanning the shoreline.> Thompson: Was this a stupid idea? Would people really care if I walked up to them and said "Hey, I'm the person who went out in a storm to take a photo of a crab"? <A crunching noise can be heard as Agent Thompson crushes the remains of a crab shell. She jumps.> Thompson: Fuck! <She struggles to catch her breath.> It's just a crab. A dead crab. Not a crab that has killed hundreds of people. <Agent Thompson pulls the camera slightly out of her pocket, thumbing over the runes carved on its surface. She walks to a nearby puddle, her appearance distorted by the ripple of raindrops.> Thompson: You really look like shit, don't you, Hana? <She sighs.> How did you get here? <Somewhere in the distance the sound of scraping against rock can be heard. Agent Thompson spins to face the noise. A dog-sized shadow can be seen retreating behind a rock.> Thompson: Got you! <She sprints over to the rock, camera in hand. Seaweed and algae cover the rock. Agent Thompson crosses her arms.> Thompson: What's the point of this? I'm soaked and I probably look like an idiot kicking around in the sand at who knows what time. <She sighs.> Mist Crab! Mist Crab are you there? I know where we can find some ships to feed you! <A pause, silence.> Yeah, fuck this. <Agent Thompson begins to walk back towards the dock. As she crosses from grass to sand, she hears a collection of rocks shift and begin to roll. She grabs a loose stick and holds it outstretched, lifting one of the rocks up and reveals a small hermit crab.> Thompson: (Whispering) Oh, thank Christ. <She clears her throat.> Hey, little fella. Are you the Crimson Pincer? Are you going to spill my blood on the rocks of this island too? <A rumbling noise can be heard, soft at first, but louder as the hermit crab takes shelter in its shell. The a cacophany of clicks can be heard as a car-sized shadow begins to approach Agent Thompson. She drops the stick and stumbles backwards.> Thompson: (Mumbling) Wow you really are real. Holy shit! My classmates aren't going to believe what I bring back. They'll all want to hear about how I met the crab and lived. <She pauses.> Hey… we're cool, right? Just let me write down some notes on what you look like, maybe take a picture or two and I'll be out of your hair-er, uh antennae? <She takes the camera out of her pocket and hesitates for a moment, allowing the crab to get closer.> Thompson: It's just a photo, Hana. Just one photo and you can put it back in your jacket and pretend it doesn't exist. <With a mumbled prayer she takes a picture, illuminating the fog around her, and momentarily dazing the crab. She grabs the polaroid, shakes it, and places it in her pocket.> Thompson: Now to get the fuck out of here. <Agent Thompson begins to run towards the dock but the creature blocks her path. It grows in size and she begins to walk backwards.> Thompson: Come on. Just go away already! You're just a crab! Seagulls own you guys. <She grips the glowstick with her hand and throws it at the creature, harmlessly bouncing off its shell. The sound of a door opening can be heard behind her.> Vesper: Hana, get inside! Thompson: Vesper? What the fuck are you doing here? Vesper: Now! <Agent Thompson runs towards the lighthouse proper. A vaguely humanoid figure can be seen holding open the door, calling to her. The crab, hissing and snapping, chases Agent Thompson to the lighthouse. Once inside, the creature begins banging at the walls of the building, shaking it and causing dust to fall from the ceiling.> Thompson: (Panting) What the fuck was that!? First it was so so little and then— Vesper: Breathe, Hana. It's alright. Thompson: Why are you here? I thought you'd be happy just watching this from the sideline. Vesper: I knew you would be safe because I knew I would be here to save your ass. Besides, having your partner get killed during a group project isn't a good look. <Agent Thompson embraces Vesper.> Thompson: You're still a sight for sore eyes, but I'm really happy you're here. Vesper: It's not over yet, we still have to make it back to the harbor. <A pause. Agent Thompson removes the polaroid and camera from her jacket pocket. The image of a crab slowly begins to appear.> Thompson: Aw fuck, it's blurry, but hopefully this will still work. <Agent Thompson removes a black cloth survival kit from her backpack, and takes a bottle of rubbing alcohol from within it. She takes the polaroid, rolls it, places it in the rubbing alcohol. She shakes the bottle for a few minutes, causing the contents of the clear white bottle to turn a muddled grey. After some time, she removes the photo from the bottle.> Vesper: Ew, gross it's all gooey now. <They gag.> Thompson: Isn't that what you expected? Vesper: Worse. <A pause. Silence.> Thompson: God, I haven't done that in a while. <She takes a deep breath in, then out.> Vesper: How are you feeling? Thompson: I-I think I'm good. Do you want to go outside now? Vesper: Aren't you still worried? <She holds up the picture.> Thompson: I think I just got so caught up with everything that it all just piled up, you know? <She pauses for a moment, before tearing the photo into a collection of small pieces.> I think I'm ready now. <The pair exit the library and find the creature still scuttling outside. Its form is torn and melty, and it begins to shrink as Agent Thompson approaches.> Vesper: I knew you could do it, you know? Thompson: Pfft, that? It's just a lame party trick. Nothing compared to what you can do. Vesper: Well I feel like a lot of people would like this "lame party trick" of yours. <Agent Thompson pauses.> Thompson: Maybe. I think I'd like to share it sometime. <She points at the crab.> So what do we do with it? I doubt many people will be scared of a melty crab now. Vesper: (Mockingly) Behold, the terrifying Crimson Pincer. <They both begin to laugh. Agent Thompson takes another photo, then picks the crab up with her hands.> Thompson: Maybe we can bring it to class. That'll definitely impress the professor, won't it? Vesper: Considering you already broke the rule about disrupting the creature, I wouldn't show her any evidence of you doing that. <Agent Thompson pauses. Vesper laughs.> Thompson: Oh… fuck. I'm going to fail now, aren't I? Vesper: I think I warned you. Twice. Oh well, it's just an entry-level course. Thompson: (Mumbling) That's easy for you to say. What if the school doesn't want me back now? Vesper: This is nothing compared to what people have done in the past, especially to Lisera. Don't worry, Hana, you'll be back. <They begin to walk towards the dock. Suddenly a pained yelp can be heard in the recording. Agent Thompson tries to shake the crab off of her thumb, throwing it against the ground. It shatters on the rocks.> Vesper: So about— Thompson: I don't want to talk about it. <The sun begins rising in the distance, and a small dinghy with two figures appears. As they begin to prepare to leave the island, Hana removes the rune-carved camera from her jacket, offering it to one of the figures to take a photo of the pair. They pose together in front of the lighthouse, then board the boat as a flock of seagull's begin to pick at the creature's corpse.> «End Log» | | Show Updated Documentation? | Loading… Loaded! | | Item#: 6342 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" SCP-6342 post-neutralization Revised Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6342 is no longer necessary following its neutralization. Monitoring of the New England coastline for additional SCP-6342 sightings has been moved to low priority. Revised Description: SCP-6342 was the designation given to a Cancer borealis living in Providence Harbor. SCP-6342's size was determined to directly correlate with the amount of fear displayed while observing it, an effect that can be countered by anomalous means. On the night of June 18th, 2018, Agent Thompson accidentally encountered and neutralized SCP-6342 while reporting on it for a Cryptozoology course hosted over the summer by Serena Verdae College. Agent Thompson returned to Site-19 following the program's completion and reported to Dr. Glass that she had failed the course, citing that "melting the crab and throwing it at a rock after it pinched my finger was against the rules of the assignment." Overall, Dr. Glass and Director Light considered Agent Thompson's first field mission, although impromptu, a success, with reassignment to a new mission currently being discussed. Vesper 🔮 So they're letting you come back right? People are wondering what transpired of the mighty crab killer lol I told you people would talk about it! I'm not supposed to be saying this but maybe next fall if I behave I'm surprised they're keeping you back Given the stories I've heard you sound like you would be an effective agent You weren't supposed to talk about that! It was supposed to be a secret! Even without reading your future it was obvious Bit of a coincidence for there to just be people to pick us up after your excursion don't you think? Alright you got me They want to make sure I'm ready before I go back out You're grounded aren't you? Am not Fuck you! Gotta run to theatre now You should join when you come back Maybe Set painting would be fun Well regardless I look forward to seeing you when you come back Let me know how things go with your new friend Friend? 😙 Bye! Footnotes 1. More commonly known as Jonah Crab. Scars of Kodachrome Echoes of a Forgotten Shutter Never to Tell, Never to Hear ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6342" by AstersQuill, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6342. 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: FMIB 33117 Common Octopus.jpeg Author: Frederick Whymper License: CC0 Source Link: LINK Filename: FMIB 35350 Decorator.jpeg Author: Charles Frederick Holder License: CC0 Source Link: LINK Filename: George-peabody-library.jpg Author: Matthew Petroff License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported Source Link: LINK Filename: Malvern College - geograph.org.uk - 5253134.jpg Author: Philip Halling License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Generic Source Link: LINK Filename: Pomham Rocks Lighthouse.jpg Author: Kenneth C. 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Item #: SCP-6343 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6343's containment cell is to be monitored by one guard at all times. Changes in the behavior of SCP-6343 are to be reported to site staff. No attempts to open or otherwise access SCP-6343 are to be made until further notice. As of 16/2/21, SCP-6343 is considered neutralized. Description: SCP-6343 is a large rectangular container composed of an anomalously strong form of glass and a wooden base. A small locked hatch is located on the back of SCP-6343, although all attempts to open it have failed. A metal plaque is attached to the base of SCP-6343, with the words 'The Amazing Non-Existing Beast' present on its surface. Several objects are contained within SCP-6343: A wooden chair. A pair of shackles, both bolted to the floor. Two metal bowls, both exhibiting signs of previously containing unidentified forms of meat and water, respectively. A key, thought to be used to open the hatch on the back of SCP-6343, although this cannot be tested due to the key's currently unreachable location. The objects within SCP-6343 are commonly moved and struck against the walls in a violent manner, and all show signs of severe damage. Notably, the shackles are in motion near the floor at most times. Noise regularly originates from SCP-6343, including muffled vocalizations and banging on its glass walls. Recovery: SCP-6343 was recovered in a recently-abandoned pawn shop in Halifax, Nova Scotia. A note was found taped onto the object's exterior, which read as follows: Not sure how the hell this thing works, but it's been going apeshit since I dropped the key in yesterday. No wonder that guy was in such a hurry to get rid of it. For some reason the door-thingy locked itself automatically. Could you call someone to get it open? Thanks. The following is a log of all reported behavior of SCP-6343 during its period of containment: 11/2/21 Object is first contained. 11/2/21 Muffled yelling, banging on glass. Noises cease at 11:37 PM. 12/2/21 Previous day's behavior resumes. Metal bowls are interacted with; food waste and water droplets within the bowls appear to de-manifest via unknown means. All behavior ceases at 10:49 PM. 13/2/21 Previous day's behavior resumes. Objects now being violently thrown and struck against walls. Behavior ceases at 8:21 PM. 14/2/21 Behavior resumes, with much less frequency. Vocalizations are reported to sound much less aggressive in tone. Ceases at 5:44 PM. 15/2/21 Behavior resumes later than normal, now exclusively consists of infrequent moaning. Ceases at 1:30 PM. 16/2/21 No activity until 9:29 AM, when a loud thump is heard from SCP-6343. Shackles and chair are moved from their prior position. All anomalous activity from within SCP-6343 has ceased since 16/2/21, and the glass comprising its walls was able to be easily broken the following day. With the exception of the previously mentioned objects, nothing was found inside. More From This Author More From This Author DukeCrusty's Works SCPs SCP-6838 • SCP-6191 • SCP-7436 • Tales/GoI Formats Other The Crustacean Station • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6343" by DukeCrusty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6343. 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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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; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @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; } } SCP-6344. Item #: SCP-6344 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6344 and SCP-6344-A are stored separately in high-value containment units at Site-43. Researchers wishing to test with SCP-6344 must get approval from two personnel of level three clearance or higher. Description: SCP-6344 is a vintage black Polaroid Colorpack 80 instant camera. SCP-6344's anomalous properties manifest when used to photograph a physical object. Upon activation, the object will vanish and reappear on the produced photograph (SCP-6344-A). Objects that reappear on SCP-6344-A are animate, and behave as normal, physical objects within the confines of the image; its positioning and any damages received will reset if SCP-6344-A is not actively observed. Tearing SCP-6344-A will cause the respective vanished object to remanifest; other forms of destruction (burning, dissolvement etc.) will not result in remanifestation. When using SCP-6344, photographed objects will only demanifest if: The photographer intends to create an SCP-6344-A instance; The photographer semantically associates the object/s as the intended subjects of the SCP-6344-A instance; The objects are fully visible to the photographer through SCP-6344, with no portions of the targeted objects out-of-frame. SCP-6344-A depicts the photographed scene and objects as the subject viewed them through SCP-6344, rather than as a non-anomalous camera would depict them1. As photographed objects are restored in the condition they are depicted in SCP-6344-A, visual impairments (including environmental factors such as undesirable lighting conditions, camera shaking etc.) will result in permanent alterations to the depicted object and have appropriate physical properties as a result. Discovery: The Foundation first became aware of SCP-6344 following several global reports of objects disappearing 'in a flash of light'. Following the emergence of reports in Ottawa, Canada, Foundation assets were immediately dispatched to investigate. They encountered a group of anomalous entities: a scorpion constructed from diamond, an automaton in a ninja outfit, an amorphous glue-like entity adorned with an equine skull, and a humanoid bee acting as leader. MTF Pi-1 engaged in combat with the group, but due to the operatives lack of knowledge of SCP-6344 and the properties of the entities, they were able to escape. PoI-3773 had also used SCP-6344 to photograph several MTF members, causing them to disappear. They hadn't been recovered since. Post-mission analysis of footage identified the group's leader as PoI-3773 (The entity will be designated an SCP object number at a later date.), an entity previously encountered during a raid on a Miracle Liberation Front2 stronghold in Michigan, United States. Due to PoI-3773's affiliation with the MLF, MTF Beta-8 ("Mythbusters") was tasked with hunting them down. A significant portion of Pi-1 transferred to Beta-8 to assist them in their task. PoI-3773 consistently evaded capture, eventually disappearing from Foundation awareness altogether. Addendum-01, Reemergence: The Foundation became aware of "Shutter's Box", a public website specializing in e-commerce and blogging; MTF Beta-8 became aware that the website had affiliations with the MLF, and was being operated by PoI-3773. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log1/PoI-3773 - Close File Digital Copy of an SCP-6344-A instance recovered. [BEGIN LOG] [An animate body of glue with an equine skull attached to a tendril is arranging a card pyramid on a metal pedestal. The entity goes to SCP-6344, attached to a custom camera stand, and photographs them; the pyramid vanishes, and the entity removes the SCP-6344-A instance.] PoI-3773: Hey Elmer! How's training coming along? [The entities are in an office. PoI-3773 and the automation ('Granite') are sitting on the floor playing cards. Elmer joins them and slides the instance towards PoI-3773.] Elmer: Just amazing! I think I'm getting the hang of it. Thanks again for making me the photographer. I'm still trying to learn the ropes, but it's kind of difficult. [PoI-3773 grabs and dabs SCP-6344-A against Elmer's body. PoI-3773 opens a photo album and applies the instance on the pages.] PoI-3773: Yeah, it's pretty finicky when it comes to positioning and lightning. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it though. Anyhow. [PoI-3773 Picks up the mason jar.] Wanna have a quick toast before Gleam comes home? Granite: Aren't you expecting something from the Tribes? [Granite points to a laptop besides PoI-3773. Poi-3773 shakes their head.] PoI-3773: It'll be a while until I get the attachments. Besides, we made big leaps with this mission so far, why not make it a special occasion? C'mon, you know you want it ♪ [PoI-3773 slides two bottles of battery acid and whiskey towards Granite and Elmer respectively. Granite shrugs.] Granite: Fine, I relent. Cheers. [All entities consume their respective containers. After consuming some whiskey, Elmer eyes the mason jar.] Elmer: Pinch?3 PoI-3773: Yeah? Elmer: Why do you keep eating honey all the time? Doesn't it get boring eating the same thing over and over again? PoI-3773: It does. I don't even like the taste, but I can't really function without it. Granite: Oh? Function? PoI-3773: Bees aren't nocturnal so I have to compensate. This is my version of coffee. If I don't eat it regularly I'll be out like a light at sunset. That's why I keep a bunch on me. Granite: [Shakes head.] Sounds like quite the conundrum. I sure do remember having to recharge all the time. Glad I got that fixed before I left Japan. Ah, how I miss it. I need to visit home one of these days. Elmer: Wait… you're actually Japanese? Man… Huh. I always thought you were a weeaboo. Granite: [Visibly annoyed.] Really? Elmer: Okay, okay my bad. I keep forgetting that accents aren't everything. I mean… I used to have a southern accent, a pretty deep one too, but I lost that when I got sent to the glue factory. PoI-3773: [Visibly horrified.] You were sent to a glue factory?! Elmer: Yeah? It was my job back when I was a safety inspector in Kentucky. It was all well and good until I fell into one of the vats. It's the reason I'm here. What were you thinking of? PoI-3773: Um… nothing. Granite: You know, When our vacation days are up we need to go on an old fashioned road trip. There's Japan, Kentucky, maybe Australia — Gleam might like that… wait, where'd you come from again, Pinch? Elmer: I… I don't think we ever asked her. Man, I feel so horrible, we've been together for years and yet we haven't so much as even— PoI-3773: I-It's no big deal, Elmer. My place ain't really that much compared to you guys. Granite: Don't sell yourself short, Pinch. I would love to hear your story. After all, this is a special occasion. PoI-3773: Well… I used to be under the radar until I moved into the city. It was rough at first but I made a lot of friends, some of them were really close. Granite: You mean our human contacts that you and Gleam made? PoI-3773: No, it's different. This was around the time when… I started socializing. The Veil wasn't really a problem for me back then so I just… made the most of it. They weren't scared of me or anything. It was nice. [PoI-3773 smiles.] Elmer: Wow, really? Not scared. Like at all? That's incredible Pinch. Hey… maybe one of these days we should meet up and hang out together. They sound like my kind of people. [PoI-3773 stops smiling and glances at the album.] PoI-3773: I don't think that's a good idea. It's been a long time… I doubt they'll remember me. Elmer: …Oh. PoI-3773: But we can visit my old hive! I think I still know where it is. Male Voice: You lived in a hive? Funny, I figured you came from the nuthouse. [The scorpion enters the office. PoI-3773 waves to him and picks up the whiskey.] PoI-3773: Gleam! You're finally back. Wanna sip? Gleam: I'll take a swing. But first, I want to ask you something real quick. PoI-3773: Sure thing, what is it? Gleam: Have you lost your goddamn mind? PoI-3773: What? Elmer: Oh boy. [Gleam slams a document in the middle of the circle, shaking with anger.] Gleam: We're becoming scam artists?! Elmer: Yep, we should've explained it better. Wait, are NFTs a scam? Granite: Elm, shush. PoI-3773: Gleam, it is not as bad as you think! We need this. Gleam: The hell we do! What made you think selling a bunch of shitty, low-effort jpgs was a good idea?! Elmer: They're not that shitty— PoI-3773: Because the Tribes signed off on it. They liked the idea too. Gleam: …What? [PoI-3773 hands Gleam a letter. Gleam reads it.] Gleam: 'This proposal has been accepted… due to the potential betterment to our monetary infrastructure?' PoI-3773: Gleam, you know how challenging it is for us to obtain funds and resources from the normal world? Gleam: It's always been challenging, it's not like we can go to the supermarket and not expect trouble. PoI-3773: But it's getting worse. Ever since the Veil learned about us they've been trying to shut us down. They're making business more difficult. Elmer: She's right. Even the human disguises are not as effective as they used to. PoI-3773: Yep. Less money, less options. The Tribes said if this continues, we're gonna be in trouble. Gleam: But… NFTs though? PoI-3773: Gleam— Gleam: I know, I'll let you finish. I just don't see how this will solve our problems. PoI-3773: Then let me show you. [PoI-3773 opens and turns the laptop towards Gleam. A digital image of a vase on a metal pedestal is visible.] Gleam: It's a vase, what about it? [PoI-3773 smiles, and drags the image. The vase falls over and shatters. Gleam stares at the computer screen, then at SCP-6344.] Gleam: …Just like your pictures. Your camera is the key to all of this? [PoI-3773 smiles and nods.] PoI-3773: That's why I'm in charge here. They finally found a way to digitize the photos. The Veil's trying to get ahead on our shipments and mailing, but we get this right, that will be a thing of the past. Think of it, Gleam! We'll be able to maximize and expand the Front. Not only will this give us the cutting edge in the war… we'll be able to help more people, and the anomalous world than we ever could! This changes everything. Gleam: Okay, So the whole scam is just a guise? I can live with that— Granite: Actually, we're still selling jpgs. Gleam: Goddammit Pinch. PoI-3773: We're starting a front company, Gleam. We have to provide something to the public. Not only will we be able to sell the photos in plain sight, we'll actually be raking a lot of dough from them too. It's been… dare I say, successful. Gleam: Pinch. Most people are idiots, not morons. They won't fall for this. PoI-3773: Our earnings report says otherwise. [PoI-3773 hands Gleam another letter. Gleam reads it and is visibly shocked.] Gleam: I-I… what? In just this month?! Granite: And we're expecting another large sale next month too. That's not including our business trades. Elmer: Yeah and the pics are selling like hotcakes! One of our customers claimed he sold his kidneys for one of these. Check it out, I made them myself. [Elmer gives an electronic tablet to Gleam. The tablet is displaying a website called 'Shutter's Box', with an image of bees coming out of a box on the top left of the screen. The pictures below display a near-identical image of a cartoon horse skull with slight cosmetic changes between them.] [Elmer smiles at Gleam. Elmer's smile fades as the tablet slides from Gleam's grasp. Gleam stares at SCP-6344 in contemplation.] PoI-3773: Look I know how it sounds but we got things figured out here. I'll be in charge of managing the website, logistics and the trading of resources. Granite: I'll handle tech support. Elmer: And I'll help with shipping — erm, or rather photographing the shipments… I'm still in training. PoI-3773: You'll help protect our servers. Not only that, we'll be in charge of this mission together, just you and me. Gleam: …Really? Why? PoI-3773: You know a thing or two about people, and I trust your judgment. Why not? [Gleam scans the room, then reverts their gaze to PoI-3773. Gleam nods.] Gleam: Alright… alright, I'll bite. There must be merit here if they're signing off on this. PoI-3773: Am— [The laptop emits a notification alert. PoI-3773 turns it around and looks at the screen.] PoI-3773: There's the message I've been looking for. Sorry guys, but I'll talk with you all later. You know… Granite: I know, it's a private matter. Come along, Gleam. Let me give you a tour of home base. There's— [Gleam swipes the whiskey from Elmer and exits the room.] Gleam: This is too much for me, I'm taking a nap. Elmer: With alcohol? Gleam: It's gonna be a long nap. Bye. [PoI-3773 waves the entities goodbye, then locks the door. PoI-3773 smirks and returns to the laptop. PoI-3773 clicks the attachment and scrolls downward. Slowly, their smile changes into a frown. PoI-3773's eyes widen as they continue to scroll down frantically, leaning close to the screen the entire time.] [END LOG] Investigation revealed that entering a certain code into the search bar granted access to an isolated network within Shutter's Box that exclusively sold SCP-6344-B instances using Bitcoin. SCP-6344-B are digital SCP-6344-A instances that retain their anomalous properties; remanifestation of the photographed items is accomplished through deletion of the SCP-6344-B file. The Foundation was unable to shut down Shutter's Box or trace the buyers. It was theorized that the network was under the influence of an anomalous effect, preventing it from being hacked. To combat the threat posed by Shutter's Box, MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") was tasked to work alongside Beta-8 until a permanent solution was found. Addendum-02, Complications: Although the buyers of SCP-6344-2 instances and/or the main server could not be located, MTF Mu-4 were able to identify several smaller servers instead. Beta-8 was deployed to these locations and secured them. MLF operatives at these servers escaped or were taken into custody. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log2/PoI-3773 - Close File MLF's Unloading Area. [BEGIN LOG] Gleam: Okay… okay… A little more to the right. Closer…. close — stop. Alright, that should be the last one. Wait here, I'll come back. [Gleam directs a camel constructed out of emeralds to the unloading area. A glass humanoid and a clown near them unpacks various weapons, artifacts and other valuables from other crates.] [Gleam walks away. Granite is at a nearby table, assisting a large floating eyeball on inspecting the servers when they spot Gleam. Granite signals and moves towards Gleam.] Granite: Gleam, are you busy? Gleam: Not particularly. How's the status report? Granite: Looking quite spry. Take a look for yourself. [Granite hands Gleam a clipboard. Gleam reads it.] Gleam: Looking good, looking good. You keep this up and you might get a promotion… oh… more problems with the servers again? Granite: That's what I've been hearing. The attacks are starting. Gleam: You mean the raids or the hacking? Granite: Both… is she still serious about relocating our men? Gleam: [Nods.] There's too many here. The servers? Not so much. Since Elmer's already preoccupied with camera work, you and I are coming along. Granite: I understand. It's a shame, I was really starting to like it here. Gleam: I wouldn't worry too much, it'll be temporary. Is Pinch still in the office? Granite: Should be. Anything else you need? Gleam: No, that's it. Catch you later, Gran. Try not to blow a gasket when I'm gone. Kon'nichiwa! Granite: Like that will ever happen. And you said it wrong! It's Sayōnara! Gleam: Whatever. [Gleam climbs the staircase and enters the office. Elmer is in the process of photographing an oil painting of a beach at sunset. PoI-3773 is at their desk, using their laptop. Several empty mason jars are in a nearby trash can and on the desk.] Gleam: —Got it lined up and… [The flood lamp turns off just before Elmer activates SCP-6344; the painting vanishes when the area around the pedestal becomes dark. Elmer snaps their head up and examines the produced SCP-6344-A instance. They look at the instance, then at the wall outlet. It appears that the plug has fallen out of the socket. Elmer panics.] Elmer: Oh no. Uuhhhhh— PoI-3773: Elmer, I'm trying to read here. Can you… no. [PoI-3773 turns off the laptop.] [PoI-3773, visibly tired, stares at the pedestal which is now covered in darkness. Elmer quickly plugs the socket back in and tears SCP-6344-A. The painting remanifests; its colors are significantly darkened, rendering the picture difficult to distinguish. The light produced by lamps does not illuminate the object.] PoI-3773: Argh. Elmer! Elmer: S-Sorry! The plug fell out. Can we fix it? [PoI-3773 examines the painting, shaking their head.] PoI-3773: No, it's screwed. Dammit! This was my favorite. Now I got more work— [PoI-3773 tense up briefly, then relaxes. They set the painting down.] PoI-3773: It's fine. It's fine. Just an accident, just a painting. No big deal, just… oh? [Spots Gleam.] Gleam! There you are. You got the report? Gleam: Stapled and laminated like you asked. [PoI-3773 grabs the clipboard and directs Elmer to resume their work. PoI-3773 sits back at their desk, nodding as they read.] PoI-3773: We exceeded our quota with flying colors? Good to know. Gleam: I guess you were right after all; who knew morons could be so valuable? PoI-3773: Please, Gleam, at this point they're a global resource… wait, what's this about casualties! Is this a joke? [PoI-3773 rises from their seat, visibly furious. Elmer observes from their post as they set up a funhouse mirror behind the pedestal.] Gleam: Sadly no. The Foundation's making ground on the hacking. Some servers were discovered and it got bloody. The security protocols activated so it's not as serious as it could have been. Some cargo did get stolen though. [Elmer continues to watch the entities. Elmer drapes a blanket over the mirror but it doesn't cover it all the way. Elmer moves behind SCP-6344.] PoI-3773: This is serious, Gleam! Hacking's one thing, finding the actual servers is another! They're going to keep this up until we're under! They've already sent their specialized army guys after us already, what does that tell you? Elmer: Maybe we should fortify the servers? Get more help from the tech team? That's what I would do. [Elmer reaches for the shutter release.] PoI-3773: Elmer, it's not that simpl— [PoI-3773 gasps, their left arm morphs into a spear. PoI-3773 curses at the spear then jumps from the chair.] PoI-3773: Elmer, no! Elmer: Wha— [Elmer looks to PoI-3773 and tilts SCP-6344 downwards as it activates; the pedestal vanishes. PoI-3773 rushes to SCP-6344 and positions it away from the mirror. PoI-3773 pulls out SCP-6344-A and tears it. The pedestal remanifests but appears heavily twisted and stretched. Elmer stares at the pedestal in shock.] PoI-3773: Dammit! Why does my arm always has to freak out? Elmer: W-W-What?! Why… how— PoI-3773: 'Cause you didn't listen and cover it like I said! I told you positioning and light was important for a reason! You photograph a mirror without protection, it's either you or the camera's picture that will be taken4. You're lucky that stand was there to save your ass. You have to take this seriously! Elmer: S-Sorry I'd just… I-I'll be more careful. I just need more practice— PoI-3773: No, no! We're done training today. Gleam! Is the dock ready? Gleam: I believe so. PoI-3773: Good. Elmer! Take the camera with you and get Lars to take the pictures. He knows what to do. Elmer: B-But— I can— PoI-3773: Elmer. Do it. Now. Elmer: …Yes Ma'am. [Elmer carries SCP-6344 and leaves. PoI-3773 sighs and sits back in their chair, displaying physical symptoms of a headache.] PoI-3773: [Sigh.] Shit… I didn't mean to say it like that. You think I overdid it? Gleam: No, you're on point. He knows what's at stake here, what we're up against. He'll get over it. [Gleam spots the album resting near SCP-6344. Gleam inspects the album, then hands it to PoI-3773.] Gleam: And he's getting better too, these shots don't look half-bad… is this why you made this little bundle of joy? Practice? Your own personal storage unit? PoI-3773: Well… that and it's become a hobby of mine. A lot has happened since then. [PoI-3773 brushes a patch of dust on the cover. PoI-3773 frowns slightly.] Just want to keep track. Gleam: Elm does make a good point though. Updating the outposts' defense would ease the people protecting the servers. That's why you're sending us out in the first place, right? PoI-3773: That won't be enough. You know how persistent the Foundation is. We only managed to get the jump on them because they weren't expecting it. Now they're trying to cut us off from the normal world as always. I mean… we're actually making an impact among normal people for once! What if they catch us, then go after our associates? I can't stand the thought of it! Some of them were… nice. Gleam: If it happens, it happens. We'll bounce back, we've done it before. PoI-3773: I'm just tired of hiding. I just want to get out there and enjoy the sunshine for once. Is that too much to ask? Gleam: Yes. That's part of the deal when you're living in Veil-Country. PoI-3773: I know, I haven't forgotten… Gleam? Gleam: Yeah? PoI-3773: Do you think we'll be accepted after the war's over? Gleam: Accepted? PoI-3773: Remember how the Veil people always claim that if mankind ever knew about anomalies, society will crumble? Sure, there'll be unrest, that's a given. But people could change too. Society adapted before. Perhaps we don't have to live in the dark anymore, just a matter of making sure the transition goes smoothly for the light. Gleam: Honestly, I think it's a pipe dream. PoI-3773: W-What? You don't think we can win? Gleam: No, I just don't believe normal people can handle the anomalous, handle us. It's best to keep our distance. PoI-3773: How can you say that, Gleam?! We've met plenty of people before and we've become friends with a whole lot of them! Gleam: We're friends with people, yes, but not normal people. They've never been normal. PoI-3773: Yes they are! Most of them don't have powers or under-the-Veil connections. Gleam: That doesn't mean anything! A person can have those things, but that doesn't make them normal. It depends on the way they think, their reaction. Listen, I've been in this war way longer than you have. The people we know pale in comparison to the normal ones. They are not the accepting type. PoI-3773: That's because the Foundation— Gleam: The Foundation is the symptom, not the cause. PoI-3773: …A symptom? Gleam: Do you know what's the biggest problem in the world? The one problem that holds humanity back? [PoI-3773 fold their arms, expressing visible interest.] Gleam: Normal people… or as I like to call them: morons. PoI-3773: Morons?! But you said they were valuable! Gleam: They are, but they're also very costly. You know why there'll be unrest? It's because they'd be the ones causing it! Every moral panic, every time people lose their shit, it's always morons! Salem Witch Trials, Dungeon & Dragons, don't even get me started on the Cold War! The world almost died because of their immaturity… How'd you think they'll handle something bigger than themselves? PoI-3773: …They'll panic. [PoI-3773 gazes at the laptop. PoI-3773 remains silent.] Gleam: They'll do more than that. You see, while a person can adapt… normal people, morons — take your pick — feed off each other. They won't change because there's no incentive to, especially when they're all in a frenzy. They'll only exacerbate the problem: they'll make the witch trials seem like a joke, deliberately antagonize the free ports, potentially causing a war in the process. Worse of all they'll give even more power to the government! Power it should never have. PoI-3773: We don't know that for certain. Things could be different. Gleam: Their own history books say otherwise. We're trying to fight 'power', Pinch. You see why I think that's counterproductive? You see why I think keeping our distance is a good idea? PoI-3773: …Gleam. Why are you fighting to begin with? Gleam: For protection, both for myself and others. I don't care about normalcy, I'm only here so I can stop the Veil from getting out of control, stop the snakes from getting too much power. Why did you join? [PoI-3773 focuses on the album. Before they can answer, Elmer enters and rests SCP-6344 by the album.] Elmer: The tech team wants to debug the software before we send more photos out. Lars isn't here so I figured you want it back. Am I… interrupting something here? PoI-3773: …Yes, actually. The Tribes sent me a new email, and I need to focus. I need you to go back downstairs now. Thanks for the help, Elmer. I appreciate it. Gleam: You're still getting stuff from the Tribes? PoI-3773: They have to. I'm reaching rank and I have to keep up. It's only certain stuff I need to know, I doubt you'll find it interesting. Gleam: I get the message… I'll go. [Gleam approaches the door, then turns around.] As you ordered, Granite and I we'll be leaving tonight. Anything else you need before I go? [PoI-3773 continues to focus on the laptop.] PoI-3773: No… I'm good. [Gleam nods and leaves. PoI-3773 locks the door and returns to their desk. They pick up SCP-6344 and caress it in their hands, then looks at the laptop. PoI-3773 breathes slowly, setting the anomaly down.] PoI-3773: I'm good… I'm good. [PoI-3773 uses the laptop and rests a hand onto the album. Their grip tenses around the cover.] [The laptop emits a notification sound. PoI-3773 looks at the laptop screen and appears hesitant to set the album down. PoI-3773 sets it down when another notification sounds. PoI-3773 takes a deep breath, puts another jar of honey on the table and begins to use the computer.] [END LOG] Removal of the servers enabled Mu-4 to briefly hack the main Shutter's Box server, before the networks' firewall adjusted and ejected them. It was discovered these servers were infused with EVE energy but were otherwise unnoteworthy besides the SCP-6344-B instances they stored. Satisfied with Mu-4 and Beta-8's efforts, more resources were allocated to them. Commander Chance of Beta-8 oversaw further assaults on MLF servers. Addendum-03, Cooperation: Interrogation of captured MLF operatives revealed that the servers, once connected to the main network, were able to utilize their EVE to anomalously reinforce the network's firewall; the method by which this was accomplished could not be discerned, however the location of multiple servers was obtained. How this was accomplished is unknown, but what was known was the locations of many servers. Due to the servers being closely located to urban population centers and heavily fortified, the Foundation deemed it appropriate to cooperate with the GOC and the UIU. Although there were casualties, these servers were captured and removed. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log3/PoI-3773 - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Gleam enters the lobby, grasping a folder in their claws. They scan their surroundings; the number of operatives in the vicinity appears to have been cut in half. Gleam shakes their head, then carries on.] [Gleam stops at the stairs. Elmer is methodically sliding down the steps. Their skull slouches close to the ground but snaps upward upon noticing Gleam. Gleam waves to Elmer. Elmer uses a tendril to wipe traces of glue from its sockets.] Gleam: Hey Elmer. Sorry I was late, the shuttles kept delaying. Elmer: I-It's perfectly fine man, I get it. Things are pretty uh… well I'm glad you kept in touch with us. I know how frustrating the comm system is but… I — We appreciate it. How was it over there? Gleam: At my server? Insanely busy, but we managed. Honestly, I think the most danger came from boredom. I barely survived that to be hon… est? [Elmer's skull slowly positions away from Gleam, their breathing slows.] Gleam: Elm? Elmer: Oh! Um… Pinch was giving me an update and it was… I think you need to talk to her. Gleam: …Yeah, I think I do. There's something I need to tell her. Is she busy? Elmer: Yes, but she still needs help, and I don't know her as well as you do. So… Gleam: Don't worry, I'll handle it… do you need any help? Elmer: I'm only a bit tired. It's been a big day and… I don't know. I-I… I need to rest… Bye. [Elmer moves past Gleam, attempting to direct their gaze away from the latter. Steams of glue leak from the skull's sockets. Gleam stares at Elmer for a moment, then sighs. knocks on the door; it swings open from the effort, unlocked.] Gleam: Hey Pinch, can I come in for a sec? I need… Pinch? [Gleam freezes after entering the office. The room is disheveled: papers, trash, and empty jars scatter the floor. The area is dimly lit as well. PoI-3773 is at the desk, frantically typing on the laptop, muttering to itself. The majority of the jars are by PoI-3773.] PoI-3773: —Double security and relocate the servers! That's all I ask for. Why won't they just say 'yes'?! [Gleam approaches a light switch and flicks it on. The room becomes adequately lit. PoI-3773 cringes as their arm morphs again. They turn around in anger but relax upon seeing Gleam.] PoI-3773: Ah, Gleam! How's the trip? Sorry about the mess. The custodian left— [PoI-3773 cringes in pain and stars at the spear-like appendage. PoI-3773 scowls, then shakes their head. Their eyes are bloodshot; the bags under their eyes become more apparent.] PoI-3773: Sorry for that too. My arm just loves to complicate things. Gleam: It's fine. I know your stinger get jittery sometimes. Trip's been good. I wrapped up my duties with the server, the technicians should handle it now. Here's the report. PoI-3773: Amazing, Just set it right there and I'll read it soon— Gleam: Pinch… we need to talk. It's about Granite. [Gleam climbs onto the desk.] [PoI-3773 remains silent and sniffles. They click on a window on the laptop. A video plays of Granite inside the interior of a warehouse, being surrounded by MTF Beta-8. Granite attempts to fight back but comes under heavy fire from the operatives. Granite slumps to the floor, sustaining extensive damage, before being restrained.] Gleam: Oh… [Drops folder.] I was late to the punch, huh? PoI-3773: God… [PoI-3773 exhales and pulls on their neck hair.] PoI-3773: Dammit! I knew this was going to happen. Fuck, fuuuuuck! I shouldn't have sent them out so quickly! Now they're dropping like flies, I tried to pull them out but… now they're are… [Sigh.] I can't believe it… Granite. Gleam: No one could have predicted this. It's not your fault. PoI-3773: Yes it is! I sent them out! I promised them they wouldn't regret this, that they would make history. I promised them… now they're gone. Gleam: They could still be alive. They could escape like Brown did. PoI-3773: And do you honestly believe that? [Gleam doesn't respond. PoI-3773 picks up the folder and reads it. PoI-3773's voice becomes hoarse.] PoI-3773: They're… after all this time they're gonna cut us off? Just like that?! Gleam: Pinch, calm down. It's not that bad— PoI-3773: We're being downsized, Gleam. Downsized! How is that not bad?! Gleam: Pinch, we can't keep bleeding resources and expect the Tribes to be fine with it. We have to make due with it. PoI-3773: The hell we can! Without the funding this whole operation would be all for nothing! Don't they understand that?! [PoI-3773 snarls, grabs onto the folder, then throws it. Documents fly around before PoI-3773 photographs them with SCP-6344; the documents vanish. PoI-3773 pulls out SCP-6344-A, crumples it, then tosses it into a trash can.] Gleam: No, it's not! Sure, it's gone downhill but we accomplished so much. We kept the Front's business afloat, you helped people! This is anything but a failure. This is not the end either, we can always try again next time. PoI-3773: There won't be a next time. Wardens won't allow it. Gleam: They don't allow a lot of things, that's why we're here. PoI-3773: You don't get it! The Veil's always on top of things. It's like Brown said: they'll always adapt and counter. So can we, but they have more experience, more manpower, more everything! It's a constant struggle just trying to catch up! Gleam: What do you expect? This is war, not a kickball game by the playground. We're not struggling too bad. We have a lot of cards up our sleeve. PoI-3773: You mean the anomalies we're stockpiling? They sure pack a punch, but the same could be said of them too. They're getting stronger… they ain't slowing down either. Gleam: Pinch— PoI-3773: No, let me finish! They're finding new ways to counter anomalies in all their forms, filling their boxes to a tee. You can't just shrug this off! We survived as long as we did because we kept quiet, but not all of us are so lucky! What about the ones that were born and raised in the Veil? The ones that gain powers and get boxed because they didn't know any better? We could've used this as a chance to reach out to them… to help them. Gleam: We're only downsizing. PoI-3773: No we're not! They're planning to phase us out. We can't throw in the towel now. No… no, we need to take action before it's too late. Gleam: And how'd you propose we do that, Pinch? The Tribes are at their limits already. I doubt they'll budge. [PoI-3773 contemplates in thought. They look to SCP-6344 and the album. PoI-3773 straightens their posture and grabs up SCP-6344.] PoI-3773: We'll pull what's left of our resources back into espionage. Hit the Foundation where it hurts. Gleam: See? Nothing wrong going back to basics. It'll be like old times. PoI-3773: No, no. We need to go bigger than that! We know about their bases, even more of who works for them. They stole from us for far too long — how about we turn the tables for a change? Gleam: Turn the tables? PoI-3773: We'll photograph their men, our friends, and whatever else they have! Their loss will be our gain! Not only in influence, but in numbers too: I imagine it won't be hard to convince their prisoners to join us. Of course, it'll require a lot of planning— Gleam: Woah, woah. Stop! Just hold on a second. Pinch, what you're proposing is dangerous! PoI-3773: Things have already gotten dangerous! Gleam, we finally have a chance to actually change things, put the Veil in its place! Isn't that what you're fighting for? Gleam: Of course! But this is not the way. You'll stir up the hornet's nest if you do this! We can't handle a full frontal assault by them. We're not ready! PoI-3773: Then when will we be ready? Weeks? Months? Don't tell me years! The longer we wait the worse it'll be. You have to agree with me on that! Gleam: We're. Not. Ready! Every time we attack, we play a card. We either lose that card, keep it or gain another. We dogpile them right now, we'll lose all the cards. We're not gonna be sent on a suicide mission! PoI-3773: …Fine. You don't want to go? Fine by me. But I intend to follow through with this 'mission' whether you like it or not. Gleam: Actually, you're not. I said 'we're' for a reason, Pinch. PoI-3773: What? Gleam: We're both in charge, which means we both have to agree on a decision to make it happen. Therefore, I reject your plan. PoI-3773: What?! [PoI-3773 sharply rises from the chair. Both entities argue with each other. Ambient sounds are drowned by their shouting. PoI-3773's arm begins shifting in and out to a metallic form without their knowledge.] Gleam: —Not a chance! The tribes will strip you of rank, maybe even kick you out! PoI-3773: Then let them! I survived on my own before, I can do it again! Gleam: Goddammit Pinch! Be reasonable! PoI-3773: I am being reasonable! Do you know what's at stake here?! People are counting on us. Gleam: Oh please, this has nothing to do with people! PoI-3773: What does that suppose to mean? huh?! You think I don't care about them? Gleam: Oh no, you care! You definitely care. But that's not why you're acting like an ass right now. It's because of your little fantasies with the 'light', isn't it? PoI-3773: E-Excuse me?! Gleam: We've been partners for years, don't even deny it! You think the light is going to accommodate you, accommodate us if we somehow do things right?! War's unpredictable and hardly ever certain! Even if your plan works, it might kill off your dream all together. Hell, I'm willing to bet that you have doubts about it yourself! PoI-3773: Y-You don't know a goddamn thing! The world has been through wars before, and in the end, the losing side eventually concedes and coexists with the winner! Who says we can't do the same? Gleam: We're not a part of their world. Never have, never will be! They'll use the nuclear option before they let us win, and then some. Face it, your dream's just that… a dream! I keep telling you that but you won't fucking listen! Dammit woman, let it go and move on! Poi-3773: [Snarls] You listen here you shiny piece of shit! You're not going— [PoI-3773 jabs at Gleam. The spear damages Gleam's back. Gleam crumbles to the ground in pain. PoI-3773 gasps in alarm, then looks to their arm. They hyperventilate then reverse the transformation. PoI-3773 steps back and holds their arms up.] PoI-3773: I… I didn't… [Gleam stands up and stares at PoI-3773; cracks appear all over their back.. Gleam remains silent as they calmly exit the office. PoI-3773 looks at their arm, visibly shocked. They then sit back at their desk. The hair around their eyes becomes damp. A moment later, PoI-3773 presses their hands against their face, audibly whimpering.] [POI-3773 frantically reaches for a jar of honey, which tips over and spills on their lap. PoI-3773 violently shakes, slamming a hand against the desk; they no longer attempt to hide their face as they sob.] [PoI-3773 reaches for the laptop before slowly pulling their arm back, staring at the album. PoI-3773 pauses, then opens it. PoI-3773 ceases sobbing, instead huffing and coughing as they turn the pages.] [END LOG] Mu-4 gained access to Shutter's Box for a longer period of time before being kicked from the network again. A portion of the network's buyers were able to be identified, their acquired SCP-6344-B instances were confiscated, and were brought into custody or amnestized on a case by case basis. Traffic to the website sharply declined shortly after, resulting in fewer purchases. During these raids, certain details regarding SCP-6344 became known: the process of an object's transference to SCP-6344-A was dependent on SCP-6344's strobe light. With this knowledge, Beta-8 added protection to their uniforms and proceeded with their pursuit of PoI-3773. Harwick Zoological Insitute. Addendum-04, Shutdown: After removing the majority of the network's servers, the location of the main server of Shutter's Box was traced to the premises of The Harwick Zoological Institute, an abandoned zoo in Christchurch, New Zealand. Beta-8 was deployed to the area. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log4/PoI-3773 - Close File Location of PoI-3773's Office. [BEGIN LOG] [PoI-3773 sits at their desk. Most of the furniture in the room is gone. PoI-3773 leans a hand against their cheek as they inspect the contents of the album. PoI-3773 accidentally bumps their leg against a trash can, now completely filled with empty jars.] [PoI-3773 glances at the trash can and becomes visibly disgusted. They photograph the trash can with SCP-6344; the trash can vanishes. PoI-3773 removes SCP-6344-A and inserts it into a plastic zip tie bag filled with other SCP-6344-A instances. The words "MOVING" is written on it in black marker.] [PoI-3773 resumes reading the album as they caress SCP-6344. Gleam enters the office, its back still cracked. PoI-3773's posture tenses.] Gleam: Just wanted to drop by… I see you took care of packing. That camera's something else. Certainly better than this dirty old thing, right? [Gleam gestures to the bindle they're carrying. PoI-3773 remains silent, massaging one of their arms.] Gleam: I told them that I slipped and fell over. The 'bruise' will take time to heal, but that's what it is, a bruise. I know you didn't mean it… I'm sorry what happened to our associates, I know how much they meant to you. [PoI-3773 remains silent.] Gleam: …The shuttle's going to arrive soon, I'm wondering if you want to tag along. It'll be a long ride, we can… take our time, just talk, it doesn't matter. We can… [PoI-3773 remains silent as they rub the album.] Gleam: I'll be by the docks if you change your mind. [Gleam turns away.] PoI-3773: You're right. Gleam: [Turns around.] I beg your pardon? PoI-3773: You were right… I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. [Gleam pauses, then climbs onto the desk. Gleam sets down their bindle and grasps PoI-3773's hands.] Gleam: So we're finally talking about this? Why now? PoI-3773: I… had trouble accepting… until now. Gleam: About the downsizing? [PoI-3773 shakes their head.] Gleam: No? Hm… then it has to be about what I said about morons, right? [PoI-3773 nods.] Gleam: Alright… I've been around for a long time. I've seen all kinds of characters, but never one that actually likes the light, much less want to live in it. You could easily stay at the guilds or at a Free Port. You wouldn't have to hide… or is there something I'm not getting? [PoI-3773 pauses, then turns on the laptop. A folder opens, displaying rows of documents. PoI-3773 gestures Gleam to the mouse.] [Gleam uses the computer. Much of the content is hard to distinguish, but the words Lockdowns, Congressional Law, and Serbia are visible.] Gleam: These are government reports and news clippings. They're talking about things that line up if the Veil falls: mass imprisonment, conflict and panic. What am I reading? PoI-3773: My reward from The Tribes for working so hard. Gleam: These are dated years ago, but they never happened. But they don't look fake either… you're like Brown, aren't you? They pulled you from somewhere else. PoI-3773: …Would you believe me If I said I actually lived in a hive once? [PoI-3773 slides the album and opens it. Gleam scans the pages. PoI-3773 photographs the laptop with SCP-6344; the laptop vanishes.] PoI-3773: Well, I did. I was the queen too. I protected my subjects, looked over the hive… Sure it was predictable, but tolerable. I knew life was going to throw me a curveball sometime down the road but… it just happened out of nowhere! I grew up into this, and got too big. My subjects rejected me and… I had to go out on my own, but it didn't last long… Gleam: …They got you? [Gleam leans closer to the album.] PoI-3773: I didn't even know who they were at the time. I was a sitting duck! I literally walked into town and people freaked out — I could've died! They saved me alright… but they didn't help. I-I didn't even know how long I spent in that room. No sunlight, no fresh air, no people! It's just— [PoI-3773 suffers symptoms of a panic attack. Gleam wrap their stinger around their arm. PoI-3773 relaxes.] PoI-3773: I… I thought that was gonna be it… but then a miracle happened. They suddenly let us go. For once, the Veil actually wanted us to be part of the light. Of course not everyone was picked, but I got lucky. I finally saw the sun again. I could finally start over again. I was not going to waste the chance. PoI-3773: Of course, it wasn't easy. Like you said, the morons made a huge ruckus! So to calm them down, they got us to act as… spokespersons? Celebrities? I don't know what you call it but it was a public relations campaign. It was bizarre, but it worked. It worked. PoI-3773: They weren't so… adamant about us, at least not as before. I was finally able to enjoy what the world had to offer! Visiting the seven wonders of the world, going to the market and the movies without having to look over my shoulder for more than five seconds — I made friends, some of the best I ever knew. That's where I got this thing. [Gestures to SCP-6344.] Gleam: You got that from a friend? [PoI-3773 stares at Gleam, then takes a deep breath.] PoI-3773 One of my friends found it in a yard sale and wanted me to have it. I had to keep it a secret of course, it would've been confiscated otherwise. He passed a long time ago… he was the best friend I ever had. Gleam: …So that's why you wanted to be partners… what happened? How did you get here? PoI-3773: …I don't know. [PoI-3773 places a hand against the album.] PoI-3773: For god sake, I don't know! My memories were hazy, too chaotic. I was out and about in town, I think. And there was light… or was it an explosion? All I know is that I felt hot… and then I found myself in this place. [Turn to Gleam.] Your place. Gleam: … PoI-3773: It didn't take long to figure that out. I escaped, but I had nowhere to go… then I remembered back in my place, the MLF became public. I knew where one of their safehouses were. PoI-3773: They frisked me, drilled me with all sorts of questions, but eventually we came to an understanding once I told them my story. I was going to be smuggled into Free Port, but then I remembered the other people in the cages, how much power the Veil would gain in later years. I couldn't just stand by, not like last time… so I offered my services… and I joined. Remember when we first met? Gleam: By the training grounds I believe, it was quite something else. PoI-3773: Yep, those were the days. The camera really made the difference; we got a lot of people out some sticky situations, huh? Gleam: And you were the best at it. PoI-3773: Yep… but… I wanted to go bigger, I wanted to make a great impact. So I asked Brown if he could pull some strings, I worked my ass even harder… and that's how we got here. PoI-3773: I thought I could make lightning strike twice… but then the tribes showed me the docs and… I realized that the events weren't adding up. It diverged — too different for the timelines to align. I-I… I didn't know what — I thought I could make it work! There was promise! But… [Shudders.] In the end I couldn't salvage it. I failed. I didn't make a dent. Gleam: This is war, Pinch. It's not like the movies or documentaries, it takes time. A lot of time. Our work here may have soured at the end, but the data we collected here is what matters. The Front knows this model can be successful, perhaps after some fine tuning, we can improve, get us one step closer to the light. PoI-3773: The light? But you said it was a pipe dream? Gleam: I did. I still have doubts about the idea, but… [Gleam taps the album with its claw.] I definitely know it's not impossible. I don't know what lies ahead, but whatever happens… we'll do it together. That's my promise to you. PoI-3773: …Thank you [Smiles.] It means a lot. Gleam: I know. PoI-3773: Yeah… I think it's time to leave. We don't want to miss the shuttle. Gleam: Definitely. I think I'm going to do one final sweep then we'll- [Sirens in the area begin to blare, a large explosion echoes from up above. Gleam and PoI-3773 react with shock.] PoI-3773: What the hell? Are we under attack?! Gleam: I don't— maybe— [Elmer bursts into the room, visibly panicking.] Elmer: They're here! The Veil People are here! PoI-3773: What?! Who?! Elmer: Wardens! T-They've surrounded the building and they're coming in hot! Gleam: We can't fight that many — Shit! Pinch, you got enough film? PoI-3773: Yes, I think so! The nearest tunnel is by the restrooms! Gleam: Then that'll have to do! Come on people, let's move it! Go! Go! [Gleam and Elmer rushes out of the room. PoI-3773 stuffs the bag and album inside a backpack. PoI-3773 gives the room a quick glance, then follows after the two entities.] [Shouting, gunfire and the alarm is heard in the distance. MLF operatives either panic or are scrambling to pass weapons among themselves. PoI-3773, Gleam, and Elmer rush into a hallway; the building is shaken by another explosion. PoI-3773 picks up their pace] Gleam: Where next?! PoI-3773: A couple turns to the left, almost there! Elmer: Jesus, they keep pouring in! Are we even going to make it?! Gleam: Have some fucking faith! We're— [A flurry of gunshots is heard ahead of them. They stop to see an emerald camel limp around the corner collapsing to the ground, a sparkling green fluid leaking from their mouth. Gleam rushes around the edge of the corner; a clown and the glass humanoid is engaging in a firefight with several Beta-8 operatives. The operatives' uniforms are wrapped in a highly-reflective substance.] [The two entities eliminate the operatives and turn to PoI-3773, who gestures to them to follow.] PoI-3773: Hurry! We don't have much time. [All four entities follow PoI-3773 to the gift shop, PoI-3773 points to the door.] PoI-3773: The tunnel's in there! It's under one of the shelves. [The clown reaches for the door but it is kicked open by a Beta-8 member. The member fires at the clown's stomach. The clown stumbles back and falls to the floor. More Beta-8 members appear. Elmer panics and pulls a vending machine to the floor. PoI-3773 attempts to photograph them but is forced to take cover behind the vending machine with the rest of the entities.] [The operatives fire at the vending machine. The entities retaliate with PoI-3773 and the glass humanoid using their firearms to return fire. As the operatives approach the vending machine, they notice that the clown is still alive and is smiling brightly at them; the clown's nose glows intensely.] [One of the operatives fires a shotgun at the clown's nose. The surrounding area spontaneously combusts, narrowly missing the entities. The operatives' scream, then go silent. The vending machine catches on fire, igniting PoI-3773's backpack in the process. PoI-3773 panics.] PoI-3773: No, no! Fuck where's the zipper!? [POI-3773 frantically tries to open the backpack, but is unsuccessful; they scream when their arm is burned, and Gleam pulls them away. The sounds of marching footsteps become audible where the entities entered previously.] Gleam: No time! It's long gone! [PoI-3773 stares at the backpack for a moment, clenching their arm tightly before following Gleam. Elmer looks back at the gift shop.] Elmer: How'd they get in there? Did they find the tunnels?! Gleam: We have to assume they have, that limits our options quite a bit. Elmer: How are we gonna escape without any tunnels then?! Pinch? PoI-3773: …We keep running. Elmer: What?! PoI-3773: We keep running! There has to be an opening for somewhere, there's gotta be. There— [The entities and more Beta-8 operatives reach an intersection at the same time, both groups engage in combat. Although outnumbered, Gleam, PoI-3773 and the glass humanoid are able to withstand the assault. As Gleam continues to fire, their shiny appearance begins to fade, and begins to attack at a slower pace.] [PoI-3773 runs out of ammunition and resorts to photographing one of the operatives. The flash of light reflects off the tin foil and makes contact with a potted plant. The potted plant vanishes. PoI-3773 is visibly stunned.] PoI-3773: Did.. wha— [PoI-3773 hastily reloads another film into SCP-6344 as an operative rushes towards them; PoI-3773 turns around. Both PoI-3773 and Commander Chance freeze, momentarily maintaining eye contact with each other. Their posture indicates they are shocked. PoI-3773's arm automatically transforms.] [Commander Chance fires his firearm at PoI-3773, landing several shots in PoI-3773's shoulder. PoI-3773 screams, then embeds the spear-like appendage into his bicep, forcing him to drop the firearm. Commander Chance screams as well.] [PoI-3773 positions SCP-6344 at Commander Chance. He retaliates by punching PoI-3773 in the right eye; PoI-3773 is stunned and temporarily blinded. Commander Chance grabs SCP-6344 from PoI-3773's grasp as his arm shakes. He activates the shutter-release; PoI-3773 vanishes.] Gleam: No! [Before Commander Chance can remove SCP-6344-A, Gleam leaps onto him. Commander Chance screams as Gleam claws and stings his face. SCP-6344 falls to the ground but it is caught by Elmer, who hides behind a nearby pillar. Elmer rips SCP-6344-A; PoI-3773 remanifests.] PoI-3773: T-The— I— Gleam: You got photographed, Gleam's taking care of it. How— [Elmer gasps and stares at PoI-3773.] PoI-3773: How what?! What's… no. [PoI-3773 looks at their hands. PoI-3773 is immensely blurry, finer details of their appearance is hard to make out besides colors. Most of the operatives have been eliminated, the glass humanoid executes the second to last operative by propelling a thick stream of molten glass on them. PoI-3773 spots Gleam and reaches a hand out to them.] PoI-3773: Gl… Gleam! I… Gleam: We have it covered, just stay there… Pinch? [Gleam becomes distracted by PoI-3773. Commander Chance, now sustaining major laceration wounds on his neck and face, quietly pulls the pin on one of his grenades. PoI-3773 shrieks before a massive flash of light and debris cover the camera feed. The audio fails.] [The cloud dissipates: a pile of blood, viscera and diamond fragments has spread around the area. The glass humanoid and Elmer remain unharmed. PoI-3773 has fallen on the ground, and screams — a red blur spreads across the left arm. PoI-3773 stares at the source of the explosion, shakes uncontrollably, then faints.] [Elmer moves to PoI-3773 and attempts to wake them up. The glass humanoid gestures Elmer to follow. Elmer stares at the crystals, then holds onto PoI-3773 and SCP-6344. All entities flee the area.] [Camera footage takes place within one of the women's bathrooms: crates and ammo caches are placed around the room. Gleam and the glass humanoid burst through the room. Elmer sets PoI-3773's body on the ground then closes and seals the door with their own glue.] Elmer: Please, please… stay with me here. [Elmer covers PoI-3773's left arm in glue. Elmer paces around the room. The glass humanoid opens a crate.] Elmer: What are you doing?! [The glass humanoid pulls out a shotgun and displays it to Elmer.] Elmer: We don't have the manpower, it won't work. We need to leave… [Looks up.] No, no no. the grates are too small, can't reach either. Think… think… thin— [Elmer spots one of the stalls. Elmer nods and looks at the glass humanoid.] Elmer: I want you to stand right there, and hold her in your arms… don't give me that look! Do it! [The glass humanoid hesitates for a moment, but follows Elmer's instructions. Elmer photographs both entities with SCP-6344 and they vanish. Elmer looks to bathroom mirrors, they have been graffitied on, removing their reflective qualities. Elmer sighs and looks at SCP-6344.] Elmer: Damn, can't photograph the camera after all. Pinch… our careers as photographers are over. God, please forgive me for this. I— [Loud banging is heard from the door. Elmer quickly inserts the SCP-6344-A instance into their body and enters the stall. Beta-8 rams the door open and enters the bathroom. One of the operatives points inside one of the stalls.] [ SCP-6344 is resting on the water tank of a toilet. The toilet had been flushed recently with Elmer nowhere in sight] [END LOG] Despite PoI-3773's escape, the raid was deemed a success. Nearly all the operatives stationed there were killed in battle or captured. The main server was disconnected, causing both the entire network to shutdown, and the neutralization of all SCP-6344-B instances stored on it SCP-6344 was recovered, alongside security camera footage installed in the building. PoI-3773's photo album was also recovered, however the majority of its contents were heavily damaged by fire, and all SCP-6344-A instances (if any) were inert. They are listed as follows: A mugshot of PoI-3773. PoI-3773 is wearing a Foundation jumpsuit holding a placard. The item number has been burnt off; An image of PoI-3773 and other humanoid anomalies being directed outside of Site-17's gate. Reporters and photographers are outside the entrance. It appears the image was cut from a newspaper; A photograph of PoI-3773 posing in front of the Grand Canyon, with several humans; A newspaper clipping of PoI-3773 sitting on a couch with British-American broadcaster, Jerry Springer. Much of the newspaper's words has been burnt off, but the word "VANGUARD" is visible; A photograph of PoI-3773 sitting on the floor besides an unwrapped present covered in glitter. PoI-3773 is holding SCP-6344. PoI-3773 looks to the left side of the photograph, which is burnt; A monochrome photograph of PoI-3773 leaning against a balcony. The angle of the picture was taken close to the floor; A monochrome photograph of PoI-3773 taking a selfie with Gleam. 'The reflections of Elmer and Granite are visible in the table. PoI-3773 appears visibly content. Footnotes 1. For example, if the subject using SCP-6344 has a visual impairment that causes them to perceive the scene as blurry through the lens, then the resultant SCP-6344-A instance will also be blurred. 2. GoI-008, a group of sentient anomalies attempting to break down the Veil and the concept of normalcy, causing an SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario in the process. 3. PoI-3773's referred name. 4. Despite extensive utilization of the anomaly, POI-3773 had a limited awareness of how SCP-6344 functioned; specifically, they appeared to be unaware of the semantic association property, which protected 'Elmer' from self-photography. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6344" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6344. 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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by J Dune SCP-6345 - Huesos Malos x Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6345 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6345 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force MXHGPC-Site-10 I. Sarmiento B. Odanda N/A SCP-6345 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6345 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-10. Description: SCP-6345 is a skeletal humanoid entity which performed as a professional wrestler in the state of Hidalgo, Mexico. SCP-6345 physically resembles an animate human skeleton. It is sapient, intelligent, and exerts strength far beyond what its body mass would allow. Despite not possessing any of the organs required to do so, SCP-6345 is capable of speech, as well as visual and auditory perception. SCP-6345's attire consists of a black "lucha libre"1 mask and complementary bodysuit adorned with white, skeletal design motifs. It pads this outfit with a variety of materials, including straw, cotton, and indiscriminately-chosen pieces of garbage. This action is intended to conceal its skeletal frame, giving the entity an inconspicuous, human-like appearance. SCP-6345 self-identifies as "Los Huesos Malos"2. It believes itself to be the soul of a former professional wrestler named Ernesto Marquin, who must perform 'good deeds' for its community in order to regain control of a human body once again. Such claims cannot be verified, though records of a Hidalgo citizen named Ernesto Marquin have been found. See addenda for details. Prior to containment, SCP-6345 arrived at independent wrestling events in the state of Hidalgo and attempted to take part in the show. This occurred with varying degrees of success, but has allowed the entity to amass a small fanbase, who remain unaware of its anomalous nature and that SCP-6345 is not playing a role nor is a legitimate part of the show. SCP-6345 used force while performing, and was known to harm its opponents, often to the point of hospitalization. Addendum.6345.1: Discovery and Interview Logs SCP-6345's anomalous nature was discovered on 08/13/2018 at a wrestling event in Pachuca de Soto, Hidalgo. An excerpt of this performance has been transcribed below. The commentary has been translated from Spanish to English. Forward: Incident occurred eight minutes into the show’s “main event” match, while two teams of wrestlers — Los Catastrofes (El Ciclon/El Tornado Jr.) and NACION (Manuel Tierra/Numbers Unidad) were performing. <BEGIN LOG> El Ciclon tags into the match for El Tornado Jr. and unleashes a barrage of strikes at Manuel Tierra. Commentator-A: Ciclon with an onslaught — one, two, three, four, five, six, I repeat, six chops! Tierra counters and places Ciclon in a submission hold. Commentator-A: A reversal, Tierra’s putting Ciclon on ice! Commentator-B: It’s like I said earlier. Tierra is determined to prove himself after suffering weeks of humiliation by Los Catastrofes as a part of their agreement. They took everything from him! His free will, his family, even his Hidalgo State Title! He was driven as far as to team up with Numbers Unidad — the wildcard! We’re seeing a version of Tierra we have never seen before — one that will not settle until his dignity is restored. Everyone has his back! Commentator-A: I’ll concede there, they certainly do. No one can ignore the horde of fans gathered outside the building this morning waiting for Tierra to arrive. If you look closely in the front row, you’ll see Tierra’s mother, who’s stuck with him since day one, even when her own son suffered psychological abuse at the hands of Los Catastrofes! There isn’t a soul in this building not on the edge of their seat right now! Tierra holds Ciclon’s head back, preparing to perform the “Derribo Manchuriano”, one of his signature moves. The crowd cheers. Commentator-A: This is it! The Derribo Manchuriano! A glass bottle thrown from above hits the back of Tierra’s head and shatters upon impact. The crowd gasps. Tierra falls to the floor, blood pooling around him. The referee holds his hands up and signals for medical staff. A bell rings. The auditorium goes silent, and a voice echoes from the balcony. SCP-6345: You guys actually liked that asshole? Give me a break. The crowd erupts in outrage as they notice SCP-6345 standing on the balcony, holding a bottle of alcohol. The entity climbs over the railing, outstretches its arms, and drops to the floor. The two commentators duck out of the way as SCP-6345’s impact destroys their table. A security guard rushes towards the entity and attempts to prevent it from entering the ring. SCP-6345: Fucking tough guy, aren’t you? (Laughs) Paintball vest, cheap utility belt, you got it all! The entity claps both of its hands around the head of the security guard, who is briefly staggered. It then takes a can of pepper-spray from the guard’s belt and points it towards his eyes. SCP-6345 laughs while the guard writhes on the floor in pain, screaming. SCP-6345 continues his assault by kicking the guard. The guard’s child runs towards the scene, begging SCP-6345 to stop. Child: Dad, please. Please, stop! You’re hurting my dad! I hate you, stop! SCP-6345 ceases its assault and approaches the child. He moves back in fear. SCP-6345: That’s papa, huh? The child nods. SCP-6345: (Laughs) Your daddy’s a scone-eating, go-fish playing, pumperknickle shucking bitch, kiddo. Why look up to a man who can’t even protect you? You’re the son of a loser. Face it. SCP-6345 takes a sip of alcohol from its bottle and sprays it in the child’s face. He runs away, screaming. SCP-6345 laughs, but is cut short by the trio of wrestlers, who have left the ring and now begin shouting at SCP-6345. SCP-6345: Come on! Come on, you bastards! Numbers Unidad: I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you! SCP-6345: Then do it. The wrestlers close in on SCP-6345, attacking it. SCP-6345 slaps its chest, and strikes each of them in succession. The fight continues for a period of time, with SCP-6345 demonstrating its enhanced strength. While the entity is focused on beating Unidad, Ciclon hits SCP-6345 on the backside of the head with a nearby plastic chair. SCP-6345 is unfazed. In response, it places El Ciclon in a choke-hold submission maneuver, and throws his body into Unidad and Tornado Jr, causing the three to fall. SCP-6345 approaches the group of wrestlers, slings Ciclon over its shoulders, and makes its way to the ring. SCP-6345: I’ll make you pay, you motherfucker. You absolute piece of shit. SCP-6345 throws Ciclon into the center of the ring and kicks him in the face repeatedly. It then kneels on his back, and pulls at Ciclon’s mask until it comes off.3 The crowd gasps. SCP-6345 laughs, and pulls Ciclon’s arms behind his shoulders until an audible cracking is heard. Ciclon passes out. SCP-6345: La Trituradora de Huesos4, everyone! Unidad runs into the ring from behind, and distracts SCP-6345. Tornado approaches from the other angle and stabs SCP-6345 with a knife. SCP-6345 is briefly distracted, then laughs. Tornado slashes, causing the entity’s suit to tear. Cotton stuffing and straw padding fall out of the hole, and SCP-6345 becomes panicked, attempting to place it back inside and hold its suit together. Tornado is visibly confused. SCP-6345: Wait, stop! Stop! You fucking idiots. Oh my god, no. Unidad assaults the distracted SCP-6345, causing more material to fall from the hole in its suit. SCP-6345 pushes him away and runs from the ring. It makes its way through the crowd and flees through an exit door. <END LOG> Afterword: Following its escape, SCP-6345 proceeded to break into a nearby liquor store, where it stole several liters of product. A Foundation containment team arrived within hours to interview and amnesticize witnesses. Shortly after, SCP-6345 was found lying unconscious in the parking lot of a gas station. It was then taken into Foundation custody at a provisional safehouse several kilometers outside the city. Ciclon and Tierra were hospitalized, with two broken arms and severe head trauma, respectively. Days later, Ciclon announced his retirement. MEMBERS: Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345 Forward: After a brief struggle, Foundation specialists transported SCP-6345 to Site-10 and placed the entity in a containment chamber. Dr. Odanda was chosen to interview the subject due to his previous work documenting humanoid anomalies. Attempts to expose SCP-6345’s skeletal form in its entirety were met with resistance. <BEGIN LOG> *All logs within this document translated from Spanish Dr. Odanda enters the interview room and takes a seat. SCP-6345 is held in a temporary containment unit. The entity sits in silence with its arms folded and its bodysuit torn. Its skeletal form is exposed in the upper-leg and torso areas. Its mask remains on. Odanda: SCP-6345? My name is Dr. Odanda, and I'll be talking to you today. I have to say, I dig the outfit! Silence. SCP-6345: Fuck off. Odanda: Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable? Water? Something to eat? (Pauses) Do you eat? SCP-6345: Don’t fucking patronize me. Odanda: I want to make this as smooth as possible. It’s not beneficial for either of us if you don’t comply, SCP-6345. SCP-6345: Suck my cock. I have a name, you know. Or am I not a person? Is that why you tried to fucking strip me? Odanda: I apologize. Los Huesos Malos, right? I just want to talk. SCP-6345: I don’t. This shit was a long time coming, but I’m prepared. Got enough in the think-tank to keep me occupied for another lifetime, so why don’t you just let me rot? It’s what I would have been doing anyway. Odanda: Another lifetime? You’ve… died before? SCP-6345: Stop playing dumb. You’ve seen me. Hell, everyone has now. I’m a fucking skeleton. An undead freak. What do you think happened? Odanda: Do you want to tell me? SCP-6345: Nope. Listen, this shit’s not going to work on me. Interrogation, good cop, bad cop, the whole deal. I’ve done it before. My story’s not worth hearing. If it were, I’d be jumping out of my skin waiting to tell it. It’s an unused room in a whorehouse filled with booze bottles, missed opportunities, and loose ends. Nothing worth saying, nothing worth saving. Odanda: (Pauses) Nothing I haven’t experienced myself. I can guarantee that. SCP-6345: (Shakes head) No, I wouldn’t say that. When someone puts a bullet between your eyes, you stay dead. When someone breaks a bottle over your head, you bleed. When you want to hurt someone, there’s a little voice in your head that tells you to stop, and then you listen to it. You think we’re the same? Odanda: Huesos, we’re going to figure this out either way, whether you tell us yourself or not. I won’t waste time trying to pull teeth. Have a nice night. SCP-6345: I don’t sleep, idiot. <END LOG> Addendum.6345.2: Investigation Following containment, an investigation was launched to collect information regarding SCP-6345. Personal testimonials, law enforcement reports, and recorded footage of SCP-6345’s exploits were collected en-masse by the Foundation. Notable accounts and events have been listed below in chronological order. Evidence Type: Testimonial Interviewed: Independent Professional Wrestling Promoter Arlo Horez Incident Date: 2014/8/12 Description: First noted appearance of SCP-6345. Horez explained that the show’s main event was a “royal rumble” style match, with a competitor entering the ring every minute. SCP-6345 gained access to the building via an outside exit. It proceeded to make its way to the locker room area, and enter the match in place of another wrestler. A portion of Horez’ testimonial has been reproduced below. “We were more confused than anything. He came out of nowhere, hopped in the ring, and started wrestling. The crowd went wild, they’d never seen this guy before, but he had a cool look and was absolutely dominating. Then he gets out of the ring and starts handing out these, uh, skull-shaped lollipops to the kids. Had them in a big bag. So he’s got the kids on his side, the boys are just trying to put on a show, and we’re scrambling in the back trying to figure out who the hell this guy is.” The match continued without incident until SCP-6345 eliminated wrestler “Raptor” via throwing him over the ropes. “Well, Raptor was going to win. He was going over, so when he was eliminated, everyone knew something was off. We should’ve called security sooner, but honestly, Huesos was putting on a good show, and the crowd was putty in his hands. I wanted to see what happened, and that was a mistake. And you know, there was something different about him that night. He didn’t show up, raise hell, and leave. He was taking part in the show, pulling his punches, engaging with the kids, and having fun. It was a lot different from the shit he pulls now.” Raptor immediately reentered the ring and began assaulting SCP-6345. The two engaged in a fight that disrupted the entire performance. “It was awful. They went out of the ring, distracted everyone from the match, and started really getting into it. That’s the Huesos I know. By the end of the night everyone knew him too. Raptor had a shattered rib cage, and all those kids Huesos won over were practically in tears. We had to send everyone home early. Security tried to arrest the guy but he just lashed out at them too. I still have the picture of Huesos, stained with Raptor’s blood, trying to hand a half-crushed lollipop to a terrified kid saved to my phone. Absolute nightmare.” Evidence Type: Hidalgo Law Enforcement Record Incident Date: 2015/02/19 Description: Report details SCP-6345 attempting to rescue a cat from a tree, which caused a public spectacle. During the rescue, SCP-6345’s anomalous strength caused the tree to collapse, and the cat to run away. A parked car is crushed. Surveillance footage was later discovered showing SCP-6345 placing a stray cat in the large tree hours before attempting to “rescue” it. Evidence Type: Hidalgo Law Enforcement Record Incident Date: 2015/07/01 Description: Report details an adult male repeatedly harassing and giving unwanted attention to a woman at Hidalgo bar “The Spot”. SCP-6345 witnessed this and assaulted the man. Multiple witnesses attempted to separate the two, which SCP-6345 fought off. Outside of the bar, SCP-6345 brandished a lighter in an attempt to set the harassing male on fire, but instead caused damage to a telephone pole. Several patrons are hospitalized due to physical injuries caused by SCP-6345. Evidence Type: Testimonial Interviewed: Independent Professional Wrestling Promoter Sebastian Rampart Incident Date: 2016/03/28 Description: Testimonial describes SCP-6345 stealing concession stand profits at a charity wrestling show. “He’s a garbage person. Found him in a dumpster about a week from the show reading some porn magazine like it was high literature. I knew he wasn’t well off, but I never realized it was this bad. We actually extended a hand to him, since we figured people would flock to a match where Huesos got the shit beat out of him by all of our faces.5 He agreed for a small price and we changed our card around to accommodate him. It was a charity show, and the kids there liked wrestling, so they hated Huesos. He actually went along with the match, got beat up and lost. We had one of the sick kids hop into the ring and whack him with a kendo stick. Well, we should’ve known something was up when he didn’t try anything during the show. As soon as we wrapped everything up, Huesos was gone, and so was the box we put all the concession money in. A fucking charity show.” Evidence Type: Law Enforcement Report Incident Date: 2017/04/09 Description: Report details SCP-6345 assaulting an employee of Nurturing Mothers, a Catholic boarding school in Hidalgo. The entity was witnessed leaving a bag of currency outside the window of student Isabelle Marquin while she was sleeping. Further surveillance footage revealed that SCP-6345 had done this repeatedly every two weeks for nearly two years. Marquin feigned ignorance of knowledge of SCP-6345 or who was providing her money during questioning, and turned over all unspent, excess currency she possessed without issue. Further investigation of public records related to Isabelle Marquin revealed that she is the child of Ernesto Marquin, a deceased professional wrestler with a criminal record. Ernesto became estranged from his family due to severe use of narcotics, and disappeared on 2014/04/17, leaving the house in the night and failing to return. Addendum.6345.3: Interview Log MEMBERS: Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345 Forward: SCP-6345 remained non-compliant during interview attempts in the weeks concurrent with the Foundation’s investigation. Three personnel were assaulted during attempts to remove SCP-6345’s suit from its body. The decision was made to allow SCP-6345 to wear its suit, as it was clearly an object of comfort for the entity. No other notable activity was recorded. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6345 sits in silence in its cell, laying on its bed. It has not been observed to move for over eight hours. Dr. Odanda taps on the window to the cell. Odanda: Huesos? Huesos? SCP-6345 remains silent. Odanda enters the cell. A security guard expresses resistance, but Odanda disregards her. He sits in a chair across from SCP-6345’s bed. Odanda: We looked into you, Huesos. Found lots of stuff. How you didn’t come onto our radar sooner is the real anomaly here. Battery, drug use, theft. You got yourself a laundry list. Right, Ernesto? SCP-6345: What do you want from me? Shock? A pat on the back? An organization with unlimited resources and access to every database in the state puts two and two together, good job. Now what? Odanda: I was hoping you’d be willing to fill in the gaps. Silence. Odanda: I don’t think you’re a bad person. SCP-6345: You’d be wrong. Odanda: Pretend all you want. You still care about Isabelle. SCP-6345 leaps from the bed and grabs Odanda by the throat, pressing him against the wall. Security approaches the cell, but Odanda motions them back. SCP-6345: You don’t fucking talk to me like that. You don’t know me. You don’t say her… don’t… SCP-6345 drops Odanda and sits on the bed. It places its head in its hands. SCP-6345: I don’t want it to be like this. Fuck you. Just fuck off. Odanda: It doesn’t have to be. I’ve been divorced for over a decade. Missed my boy growing up. It’s not just the birthdays and the holidays either. It’s the little things. His interests, spending time together, seeing him grow into his own person. You miss out on it all. I told you, Ernesto. I can understand where you’re coming from, even if it’s just a fraction of it. SCP-6345: I put the drugs over my family. Addiction’s a cold, relentless bitch. Doesn’t matter how you feel, doesn’t matter how disgusted you are with yourself. She always comes back. Wasn’t just that either. It was other things. I manipulated friends for drug money, strong-armed promoters to put me over, made enough bastard kids to keep an orphanage in business for a decade. Odanda: How did you get like… this? SCP-6345: Dead? I don’t know. I remember waking up in an alley, whole body made of fucking bones. There was a voice in my head, this bright, beautiful voice that I somehow knew belonged to a woman who I could not see or understand. I know you’re a fucking science-man or whatever, but I swear it was a goddamn angel. She told me I was lucky. I had a second chance. The opportunity to do it all over again. I do enough good deeds and I get my body back. Odanda: And? SCP-6345: Been doing a real goddamn great job with that. You’ve seen the records. I’ve tried. I don’t know how to be any way other than the way that I am, and people don’t like that. When a person’s put together all wrong, it doesn't matter how many chances you give them. They’re a malfunctional human, and they’re always going to fuck it up. Odanda: I’m sorry you feel that way, Ernesto. I’m going to see what I can do for you, okay? SCP-6345 screams and punches the bed, making a hole in the mattress. SCP-6345: I fucked up with the only woman who’s ever shown me kindness. I fucked up with my own kid. I miss them. I just want to feel their warmth. I just want to see them again. Odanda: Are you interested in a therapy program? Our site offers- SCP-6345: I don’t want a fucking therapist, I want to see my family again. Christ, I’m never getting out of here, aren’t I? It’s been two fucking years. I had time to be human again, and I wasted it doing the same shit I’ve always done. God-fucking-damnit. Odanda: That’s… the unfortunate reality of your situation, yes. Would you like a drink? Odanda extends SCP-6345 a flask. SCP-6345: Serious? Odanda: I’ll put it under “emotional consolation”. SCP-6345 grabs the flask and drinks. SCP-6345: Thanks, doc. You know I don’t need this shit, but damn, it does the bones good. Fuck me. Odanda: Ernesto, I can’t guarantee you anything, but I promise if you’re willing to do your part, we’ll do ours. That way, things can go a lot smoother around here. Lots of Sites have been integrating trustworthy anomalies into their internal structures in different ways. There’s a chance you can do some good around here, and I mean it. SCP-6345: Pussy shit. Pause. SCP-6345: Bottle. Odanda hands the flask back to SCP-6345. <END LOG> Addendum.6345.4: Behavioral Report BEHAVIORAL REPORT: SCP-6345 Prepared by Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345’s behavior over the past two months has progressed immensely. The once hostile anomaly now frequently converses with personnel in interviews and is compliant in testing. A record of notable events and select interactions are listed below. Date: 2019/9/14 First out-of-containment experience. SCP-6345 is taken to a research lab for examination of its anomalous properties. The entity is not compliant during tests that would require SCP-6345 to remove its suit. However, it shows significant interest in tests gauging its strength and durability, and shows pride in displaying its enhanced fortitude. Towards the end of the session, SCP-6345 was lightly conversing with personnel, inquiring about the specifics of the testing equipment. SCP-6345 stands in the middle of a field outside of Site-10. Two researchers confirm it is prepared for the test. SCP-6345: (Laughs) Come on, poindexter, what’s next? Gonna rattle my bones? A researcher emerges with a Foundation-issue P-13J9 rocket launcher. SCP-6345: What the fuck. Researcher: Fire! The launcher fires. SCP-6345 falls to the ground. After the smoke clears, it does not get back on its feet. After a short period of time, the researchers approach SCP-6345, who lies completely still. Researcher: Oh my god, did we— SCP-6345 springs to the ground, laughing. Its suit is tattered and torn. SCP-6345: Got you good, bastards! (Laughs) SCP-6345 was reprimanded for potentially interfering with experiment data. Date: 2019/10/05 SCP-6345 assists Site-10 constructors in replating the walls of the third floor’s hallways. Though a brief altercation occurs between the supervisor and SCP-6345 after the entity had fallen asleep on the job, Dr. Odanda interferes and relieves tensions. SCP-6345 entertains members of the construction crew with stories of its exploits. SCP-6345 stands in the center of a crowd of workers, who eagerly listen to its stories. SCP-6345: So these guys from the orphanage find me, okay? Guns pointed, ready to blow old Huesos out of his skin. Now, I’m not scared or anything, but I’m a little cautious. Maintenance Worker: Wait, you robbed the orphanage? SCP-6345: (Scratches head) You know, I still can't remember if I did or didn't. I've definitely stolen from a few have-nots before, but I don't know if I took from that specific one. I was probably drunk. Anyways, they blew me to pieces, but I lived. The crowd is silent. SCP-6345: I beat a guy within an inch of his life that night. Mild, uneasy laughter. Date: 2019/10/24 SCP-6345 assists Site-10’s agricultural department in upkeep of the facility’s garden during a team-building activity meant to foster camaraderie between Foundation personnel. SCP-6345 finds difficulty in implementing planting methods, despite receiving specific instructions. Researcher Salvo instructs the group on a method of properly pulling weeds. She bends over to demonstrate. SCP-6345: (Whistles) Yeah, girl! (Barks) Several researchers gasp and turn around to face SCP-6345. Dr. Odanda tightly grips SCP-6345’s arm and clears his throat. SCP-6345: Sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry. Salvo ignores the comment and continues the presentation. SCP-6345: I respect women. SCP-6345 was otherwise compliant during the event. Afterwards, the anomaly apologized to Salvo without being prompted to do so. Date: 2019/10/28 SCP-6345, accompanied by a security detail, was allowed access to Site-10’s fitness center. The entity quickly garnered attention from a group of task force members who were using the facilities. Several friendly competitions challenging SCP-6345’s physical strength were held. SCP-6345 and Brandon Star, a member of Site-10’s Stationary Task Force, are engaged in an arm-wrestling competition. SCP-6345 does not move its arm, while Star strains himself attempting to win. The entity concurrently talks with personnel, feigning a lack of interest towards Star and the competition. SCP-6345: I'd burn hot coals under Austin's ass and give the Rock tetanus. Those guys are frauds, hacks, corporate suck-ups. I'm the real deal, the one and only, baby! I'm the realest motherfucker in wrestling, and I'm a goddamn skeleton! Besides, half of those indie chumps hated me when I was alive! SCP-6345 looks to Star, who is clearly struggling. SCP-6345: Aw, look at the little guy trying! (Laughs) SCP-6345 slams its hand over Stars. An audible snap is heard, followed by Star screaming. SCP-6345: Shit! Star was treated for a fractured radius. SCP-6345 was reprimanded, but continues to use the fitness center. SCP-6345 has also been allotted time to pursue recreational interests as a result of its improved conduct, including supervised access to the Site’s mess hall, fitness center, and yard area. Several personnel have become acquainted with SCP-6345 through discussion of professional wrestling. As a reward, a television has been installed inside SCP-6345’s containment cell, with access to a streaming service with professional wrestling programs. MEMBERS: Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345 <BEGIN LOG> Odanda enters the interview room. SCP-6345 is watching a wrestling program. SCP-6345: Doc. Odanda: Ernesto, how is everything today? SCP-6345: It’s great, really great. I’m on top of the world right now, I mean it. Snazzy interview room, bones aren’t aching, mask doesn’t itch too much. Odanda: Really? I’m glad to hear it. SCP-6345: Yes sir! I’ve just been thinking about how helpful you’ve been and all. Helping me get set up here. I appreciate it, from the bottom of my big, boney heart. (Laughs) Odanda: You’re laughing, that’s new. SCP-6345: Why shouldn’t I laugh? It’s going to be Isabelle’s birthday in… four days. I’m happy for my little girl. She’ll be 12, jesus. Odanda: Hm, that’s… that’s good. You don’t feel upset? SCP-6345: Why would I? Odanda: You said before that you’ve felt sad because you’ve missed her birthdays. Has something changed? SCP-6345: Easy answer to that one, doc. I don’t plan on missing it. Odanda: Come again? SCP-6345: You're not understanding what I'm saying, are you? Odanda: I don’t believe I am. SCP-6345 gets up and approaches Odanda, who backs away slightly. SCP-6345: Don't take this personally, Ben. I don't have a bone to pick with you. I just have time to make things right, y’know? Odanda: SECURITY — SCP-6345 picks up Odanda and throws him into the interview table, breaking it in the process. SCP-6345 runs out of the interview room. <END LOG> Addendum.6345.4: Incident-6345-1 03:03: SCP-6345 assaults Dr. Odanda. A security alarm is set off. The entity attempts to flee from the interview room. 03:05: Guards stationed outside the room open fire on SCP-6345. It remains unharmed. The entity attacks both guards, knocking one unconscious and causing the other to run. SCP-6345 takes a firearm. 03:11: A squad of 7 STF guards stationed at Site-10 surround SCP-6345 and attempt to control the entity. It proceeds to engage in physical combat despite holding a firearm. Several injuries to Foundation personnel result, including severe burns from being placed head first into an oven and the throwing of two guards down a flight of stairs. SCP-6345 leaves the foyer. 03:15: SCP-6345 enters the outermost layer of the Site. The entity spears a personnel into the windshield of a vehicle and sets fire to another using gasoline and a blowtorch. SCP-6345 escapes in an automobile intended for field agent usage, and drives into the city of Pachucha. Foundation aerial forces follow. 03:44: SCP-6345 leaves its stolen vehicle and makes its way into a cathedral. Two clergymen are physically assaulted in the process. One is thrown through a stained glass window and the other is slammed into a wooden pew with enough force to break it upon impact. Foundation personnel surround the cathedral with a helicopter and ground level task force members. 03:48: SCP-6345 drags a priest to the roof of the cathedral and places him over his shoulders. The entity delivers a protracted monologue, transcribed below. Its speech is noticeably distressed and upset. SCP-6345: SCP Foundation! You think you can run around here, controlling everything and slapping things in cages just because they're weird? Just because they're a big, bad, bone daddy? Look, I’m escaping! I’m out! I never cared about any of you for a second, it was all an act, okay! I’m going to go see my daughter, and I’m going to earn my body back, motherfuckers! I'm doing this for Isabelle, I’m doing it for the Make-A-Wish kid in the Huesos Malos t-shirt and sweatbands, and I’m doing this for me! If you think I’ve gone soft, you better think again. Say your prayers, father! 03:54: SCP-6345 places the clergyman on its shoulders to perform a 'suplex6' maneuver, and leaps from the roof of the cathedral into the crowd of personnel below. 04:15: SCP-6345 fights through the crowd, and flees as a mass of onlookers and law enforcement arrive. Foundation personnel are unable to locate SCP-6345 in the crowd, and launch a wider man-hunt throughout Pachuca to recover the entity. Addendum.6345.5: Recovery Efforts SCP-6345 has presently eluded Foundation containment for over two months. While the entity has not been observed directly by the Foundation in this period of time, multiple witnesses have claimed to have seen the entity. Summaries of their testimonials and a timeline of events have been reproduced below. Evidence Type: Testimonial Incident Date: 2019/10/14 (Five hours following SCP-6345’s escape from containment) Description: Civilian Leandro Aguya relayed the following experience to local law enforcement. “It was pitch black on those backroads, nearly ran the guy over. I thought it was an animal at first, but no, it was just a guy in a luchador costume. He looked really upset, very panicked. I rolled my window down and asked if he needed anything, and he told me to screw off. He didn’t seem like he was in good shape at all, either. Costume was all torn. I drove by a few hours later and he was curled up, sitting on the side of the road. Think he was crying too.” Evidence Type: Recording, Testimonial Incident Date: 2019/10/29 Description: Multiple witnesses observed a Luchadore in an outfit similar to SCP-6345’s costume performing in the streets of Pachucha. The performer “swallows” fire, took pictures with onlookers, and danced to music while accepting donations. The performer fled when Foundation agents approached the scene, indicating that it was most likely SCP-6345. Local orphanage “Vendienci’s Home” reported that a performer matching the above description approached them the following day, and donated all of its earnings to the organization. Evidence Type: Recording, Testimonial Incident Date: 2019/11/17 Description: SCP-6345 appeared at an independent wrestling show six hours before the event began. While security and other performers attempted to remove it from the building, promoter Guanen allowed SCP-6345 to speak. The entity delivered an apologetic speech. An excerpt has been reproduced below. “I know it won’t change much, but I want to move on. That’s why I’m here. If any of you bastards have a problem with it, we can settle things privately. I will never, ever involve myself in any of your business again. That good enough for you chumps?” Evidence Type: Law Enforcement Report Incident Date: 2019/11/21 Description: Two civilians detailed an armed robbery at a convenience store, which was then stopped by SCP-6345, who incapacitated the thief and fled the scene. The event was briefly publicized and achieved virality on social media. Evidence Type: Foundation Investigation Incident Date: 2019/12/14 Description: A Foundation agent embedded within Nurturing Mothers boarding school relays that SCP-6345 attempted to visit Isabelle Marquin on 2019/12/14. The entity stood outside her window for thirty minutes, pacing back and forth before hesitantly moving away from the building. It then left a basket of candy and clothes outside of the building and fled. The gift was signed from Marquin’s mother. Dr. Odanda allowed Marquin to receive the basket. Addendum.6345.6: Containment Forward: On 2019/12/15, SCP-6345 appeared at the gates of Foundation Facility Site-10. The entity showed no resistance as it was contained. An interview was conducted shortly after. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6345 sits in a maximum security containment cell. Two armed guards accompany Dr. Odanda. Odanda: SCP-6345, I’m pleased you’ve come to your senses. SCP-6345: Yeah, yeah. You can lay it on me. I’m done now, though. Promise. Odanda: I’m sure I don’t have to explain that we won’t be making the same mistake twice. SCP-6345: You’re only doing your job. I just wanted to see what it was like. Odanda: You know, we’ve been keeping up with your exploits. If I can drop the attitude, I’m a little impressed. How did it feel? SCP-6345: Wrong. Like it wasn’t meant for me. Odanda: You still did it. SCP-6345: Never meant to cause all that trouble before, I just wanted a clean slate before I disappeared from the world. I’m happy you guys did what you did for me in here, because it got me thinking about how I still had a chance out there. Wasn’t about betraying your damn trust or anything. It was about smiling with my back turned to the world. Odanda: I’ll accept that apology, SCP-6345. Odanda turns around, preparing to leave the chamber. SCP-6345: Doc? One more thing. Odanda: Mm? SCP-6345: I know you have one of your men watching over my girl. Do you think you can… tell me how she’s doing now and then? Odanda: I don’t see why not. I’ll look into it. SCP-6345: Yeah, I’d appreciate it. Silence. SCP-6345: I did what I could. SCP-6345 collapses on the bed. The containment personnel leave the chamber. <END LOG> UPDATE: After three weeks of containment, portions of SCP-6345’s body have begun to grow human organ systems and muscle tissue. If growth continues at an equivalent rate, projections indicate that SCP-6345’s body will be completely restored within 435 days. Footnotes 1. A term used to describe a specific style of professional wrestling in Mexico 2. Translating to "Bad Bones" in English 3. Unmasking a “Luchadore” wrestler is a taboo within professional wrestling culture. Unmasked luchadores are often shamed, and encouraged to retire. 4. Translates to "The Machine That Grinds Bones Very Well" 5. A wrestling term to refer to a character the audience should perceive as “good”. A “bad” character would be referred to as a “heel”. 6. A wrestling move that involves lifting an opponent and slamming them onto their back ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6345" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6345. 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: huesos.jpg Name: LA Park at LuchaTO Jan 2016 Author: Tabercil License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: wikipedia Filename: huesos2.jpg Name: La Parka in 2007 Author: Devil dinosaur License: CC-BY-SA-2.0 Source Link: flickr
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SCP-6346
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Item#: 6346 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6346 is a non-physical and non-anomalous concept, and requires no containment. For procedures relating to entities described by SCP-6346, refer to the Peripheral Entity Management Procedures. Description: SCP-6346 is the hypothetical concept of an entity which cannot be listed or referenced in any database1. Within the hypothetical scenario, successfully attempting to list or refer to the hypothetical entity in a database is not possible. Any entity which cannot be listed or referenced in any database is described by SCP-6346, regardless of other characteristics. Entities described by SCP-6346 are anomalous, by definition, but SCP-6346 as a concept possesses no anomalous semantic properties. Peripheral Entity Management Procedures: Procedure-6346-01 allows for the application of Emergency Infohazard Containment Protocols in perpetuity, bypassing the need for typical recording, for any entity described by SCP-6346 which cannot be physically contained due to size, spread or any other inherent trait. Procedure-6346-02 allows for the use of a suitable Anomalous Object Probationary Containment Chamber in perpetuity, bypassing the need for typical recording, for any entity described by SCP-6346 which can feasibly be physically contained, and is either non-sapient or possesses additional anomalous properties. Procedure-6346-03 allows for the nonspecific access to one unit of Level-3 Foundation Staff Housing2, located in Lincoln, Nebraska, for any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346. Procedure-6346-04 allows for the preparation of a Foundation-operated fund, supplied with 10000 USD each month. Any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346 can freely withdraw or transfer cash from this fund. Procedure-6346-05 allows for the preparation of a volunteering organization, open to any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346, providing opportunities to work on Foundation-associated sites in Southeast Nebraska in the field of electronic installation and maintenance. Procedure-6346-06 allows access to certain Foundation resources for the spouses and up to three children of any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346, in order to supply or alter any legal documentation interfered with by their relationship to the individual described by SCP-6346. Procedure-6346-07 allows for the establishment of a small Foundation-operated educational facility, located in Lincoln, Nebraska. The facility will offer a selection of courses for any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346, including instruction in written and spoken Vietnamese, as well as American and Haiphong Sign Language. Procedure-6346-08 allows for the establishment of a Foundation-operated clinic, located in Lincoln, Nebraska, for any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346. As well as providing primary and emergency care, this clinic should also maintain a stock of insulin for use in treating type 1 diabetes, and should employ a mental health counselor specializing in treating long-term anxiety and depressive disorders. Footnotes 1. Defined as an organized collection of information that can be deliberately read, added to and edited by multiple individuals. 2. 120 m2, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6346" by Monkeysky, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6346. 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-6347
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esoteric-class
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Item: SCP-6347 Special Containment Procedures: The single remaining copy of SCP-6347 is stored at Site-5, Site-6 and Site-7. Security clearance of SCP-6347 has been deemed unnecessary after the agnostic apotheosis of all associated researchers. The academic study of SCP-6347 is highly recommended for all personnel who desire to suffer in Hell forever. Personnel who successfully finished SCP-6347 in its totality, but do not intend to burn in the unending fires of the abyss, are hereby assured that Hell does, in fact, not exist outside the lower levels of transmortal infospace. Description: SCP-6347 designates the fiction novel Ularburong1, created by disdained author and renowned mass murderer Conrad Chaimallard (03.03.1978 – 22.09.2021) somewhere in late 2009. During an extended and involuntary stay in Paris, France, Chaimallard concluded that said city constituted a secularistic hypostasis of Hell, and began conceptualizing and writing SCP-6347 in response to this discovery. Ularburong consists of 222,222 words, entirely written in Maggotspeech, a British thaumolect mostly applied for theurgic taxation theory, making it unreadable for individuals and subjects ignorant to the anomalous. The novel tells the story of a secret global organization abducting children who exhibit supernatural powers, jailing them in underground facilities and sacrificing their blood, teeth and various bodily fluids to an unnamed divine entity. A single heroic figure, possessing the mystic power of the ularburong snake, tries to save the kidnapped victims, but repeatedly fails, finally succumbing to the realization that failure and misfortune are transcendent and required properties of the universe, and true salvation can only be found in futile suffering. SCP-6347 became wildly successful in the liminal literature community, receiving several awards both inside and outside of observed reality. The novel was banned in 2010 due to its obvious anti-containment ideology content and several accusations of plagiarism, specifically to renowned author and disdained mass murderer Conrad Chaimallard, whose homonymous novel Ularburong was published on the same day as Chaimallard's2. The novel has so far been adapted as a musical in 2012 (Ularburong U-La-La), a play in 2014 (Ularburong Unifies the Workers of the World) and a feature-length movie in 2019, produced and financed by famous Hollywood director Turner Twopenny. Open Interview Mike Mugler's Movie Monday 14072019 Close Interview Mike Mugler's Movie Monday 14072019 The following interview on Mike Mugler’s Movie Monday was recorded on the 14th July of 2019, between director Turner Twopenny, film critic and host Mike Mugler, and author Conrad Chaimallard, and was the subject of an extensive Foundation desinformation campaign. [Transcription of record] Mugler: Welcome to another episode of Mike Mugler’s Movie Monday! I am your beloved host, Mike The Movie Mugler, and as usual we are talking about the newest movies and films and cinematic works of arts, today on Monday! Chaimallard: What the fuck? Mugler: My honored guests are none other than Turner Twopenny and Conrad Chaimallard, the author of Twopenny’s – Chaimallard: Conrad what? Where the fuck am I? Mugler: - Ularburong, your most recent masterpiece! Twopenny: Well, the critics were quite generous, but let not be too hasty, Mike. Mugler: I must say, it is a wonderful movie. Chaimallard: What is going on? Who are you guys? What is this – a show or something? Twopenny: We put a lot of work into it, didn’t we, Conrad? Chaimallard: Conrad - That is not my name! I am Samuel Morris, and I demand - ! Twopenny: Jesus Christ, not again. Chaimallard: - to know, where I am and how I got here! Mugler: Mr. Chaimallard? Chaimallard: My name is Samuel Morris! Mugler: I am sorry, but this here says your name is Conrad Chaimallard - Chamaillard? Twopenny: Please, Mike, do not pay any attention to him. He does this constantly, I am quite tired of it, I can tell you. Chaimallard: Constantly?! I do not even know who you are! Or where I am to begin with! Oh fucking shit - what the hell is this thing?! Mugler: Mr. Chaimallard, is everything alright? Chaimallard: Do you not see this – oh Jesus fucking Christ Almighty, it is coming towards me! Twopenny: Conrad, what else do I have to do? Every time, you throw a fit like this. Mugler: Maybe we should play some commercials now … Chaimallard: I cannot move! I – I am stuck to the chair! Oh no, oh fuck no no no! Help! Help, for god’s sake, won’t you help me?! Twopenny: Enough, I cannot endure this any longer. [Twopenny gets up and leaves to the right.] Mugler: Ad break, now! Chaimallard: Help! Help! Please, someone, help me – [Advertisement break plays for five minutes.] [Following the break, Mugler and Twopenny continue their discussion regarding the film adaptation of Ularburong. The disfigured remains of Conrad Chaimallard make several attempts to separate themselves from the chair, but fail to do so before the conclusion of the show.] [Irrelevant content removed.] Ularburong (2019) hugely flopped, mainly because of the poor translation of Maggotspeech into American English, making the movie unintelligible for the majority of viewers. Following a disastrous opening weekend, and gaining no more than 35,602 $ against a production cost of 200,000,000,000 $, Turner Twopenny already announced a sequel movie called Ularburong Uroboros and instructed the stuffed corpse of Conrad Chaimallard to write the screenplay. Chaimallard refused and continued work as a ventriloquist dummy until his sudden death in 2021 due to heart failure. Twopenny's career did not recover, after Ularburong (2019) won the Academy Award for Best Picture the following year, and he finally accepted his title as the rightful King of Norway in 2022. Copies of Ularburong (2019) are currently undiscoverable, though the movie sporadically surfaces on online torrent websites. Footnotes 1. Malay name for the mangrove snake Boiga dendrophila. 2. Both Chaimallards denied all matters of allegations regarding reciprocal plagiarism. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6347" by cold_Nights, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6347. 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-6348
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safe
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Item#: 6348 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo South Georgia Item #: SCP-6348 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6348 poses a severe risk to humans; consequently, all civilian and Foundation personnel must annually vacate the island of South Georgia as Summer comes to an end. During the Southern Hemisphere's Winter months, MTF Upsilon-9 ("Southern Shadow") will maintain a 150 km exclusion zone around the island using high atmosphere surveillance drones and buoy-mounted hydrophones. Any boat or aircraft approaching South Georgia during this time period must be turned away. SCP-6348 Approximate Area: 32,000 km² Description: SCP-6348 refers to a cyclical atmospheric phenomenon which manifests over the island of South Georgia during the Southern Hemisphere's Winter months. This phenomenon presents as a dense fog that descends over the whole island and much of the nearby Antarctic Ocean. Living humans exposed to SCP-6348 undergo rapid petrification. This begins in the outer limbs, such as the fingers and toes, before progressing towards the core body, in a manner akin to frostbite. This petrification is painless and often missed in its early stages, with the associated numbness frequently being mistaken as a natural symptom of cold exposure. The complete petrification of an average adult male is estimated to take approximately 80 minutes. Dead human tissue and living tissue from non-human species are unaffected. Addendum 1 - 1985.09.22: The exact age of SCP-6348 is unknown, though the subject of much speculation. Due to South Georgia's harsh climate and extreme remoteness (the nearest permanently inhabited settlement is over 1,400 km away), the island has never had a native human population. Anything resembling normal human habitation began on South Georgia during the early 20th century. This early population was primarily composed of Antarctic Sealers who inhabited the town of Grytviken (the island's sole settlement). Their habitation was highly seasonal and they did not stay during South Georgia's Winter. Consequently, SCP-6348 only became known to the Foundation during the Winter of 1966, when its manifestation wiped out a new British climate research station, killing all 27 civilian researchers while they slept. Complete control of the British Overseas Territory of South Georgia was subsequently transferred to the Foundation and thereupon, all civilian personnel banned from entering the island during Winter. Addendum 2 – 1992.07.10: SCP-6348 has shown a persistent defiance to conventional containment methods. The anomaly has demonstrated a strong resistance to the following: Extreme Heat Exposure: SCP-6348's behaviour is unchanged, even when plasma-heated to temperatures exceeding 8000°C. Radiation Emission: SCP-6348 absorbs radiation across the entire electromagnetic spectrum, including radio waves and gamma waves. Chemical Reaction: SCP-6348 appears entirely chemically inert. Comparable to Helium, no known element or compound has been found which binds to SCP-6348 molecules. Pressure Change: SCP-6348 is exceedingly resistant to weather events. Even the strongest Antarctic storms cause only a mild deformation to its overall shape, with the fog cloud quickly rebounding, often overcoming high wind-speeds and enormous pressure gradients. Despite this, there is one known method which can safely contain a small amount of SCP-6348: Containment Experiment #021 - "Fog Condenser": Cage containing an industrial cryocooler and diesel generator is lowered into the abandoned Sealing town of Grytviken, South Georgia. Within 25 minutes, the cryocooler has reached -120°C and begins to condense SCP-6348 into a liquid form. After 240 minutes, the cryocooler has condensed enough anomalous fog to fill its internal storage tank. Cage extracted. This liquid form of SCP-6348 has been removed from the cryocooler and placed in the Foundation's Cryogenic Storage Facility at Site 44 for further study. Liquefied SCP-6348 behaves as an extremely viscous but non-anomalous fluid, which can be safely stored at temperatures below -120°C. Researcher's Note: Containing SCP-6348 with this method is unfeasible. While the Foundation could theoretically cover the entire island of South Georgia with thousands of Winterised cryocoolers, the ongoing cost of indefinitely cryogenically storing billions of tons of liquid SCP-6348, would quickly bankrupt the Foundation. Additionally, South Georgia's extreme remoteness, combined with her brutal mountainous polar environment, automatically centuples the cost of any conventional containment solution. Any plans to contain SCP-6348 using this method are pre-emptively denied. Given SCP-6348's persistent resistance to conventional containment methods, the Foundation is now actively seeking Safe: Thaumiel class SCPs to aid in the containment of SCP-6348. Addendum 3 – 2018.09.16: Due to the recent increase in satellite coverage over the Antarctic Circle, the Foundation has been able to amend this report. Extended observations over multiple Winters has allowed the Foundation to confirm that SCP-6348's annual maximum size increases each year. The rate of this expansion is unknown, being highly variable year-to-year, however it is presently believed to be accelerating at an exponential rate. Foundation models currently predict that by 2███, SCP-6348 will have expanded to engulf the entire Southern Hemisphere. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6348" by xxRagdoll, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6348. 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: "Mountain.jpg" Author: Serge Ouachée License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons The original image has been modified for this article. Filename: "Area.jpg" Author: xxRagdoll License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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SCP-6349
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euclid
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} #side-bar .side-block { margin-top: 1em; padding-left: 0.25em; border-right-width: 0rem; border-left-width: 0rem; border-radius: 0; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0, 0); direction: ltr; } #side-bar .scpnet-interwiki-wrapper { direction: ltr; } /* Print Friendly Formatting by Estrella */ body.print-body { --sidebar-width-on-desktop: 0; } body.print-body #main-content::before, body.print-body #main-content::after { display: none; } } Item#: SCP-6349 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond Dr. Ogden Orville N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Any transmissions originating from the planet Venus are to be recorded and analyzed by the Department of Astronomical Research. Any mentions or reports regarding the SCP-6349 transmissions by other non-Foundation organizations (including the UNOOSA1) are to be tracked down and deleted by Foundation web crawler EGGSHAFT.aic, with all physical evidence confiscated and removed by embedded Foundation agents. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6349 is the designation given to a series of anomalous audio message transmissions that were primarily received through the use of Foundation orbital satellite SAPHIR-282. Triangulation attempts of the SCP-6349 transmissions have revealed that they were originally sent from the planet Venus. The following is a log of all known recorded messages of each SCP-6349 transmission: SISTER? SISTER, CAN YOU HEAR ME? I SEE YOU, BUT I CAN'T HEAR YOU, SISTER. IT'S BEEN SO LONG, SISTER. I'VE MISSED YOU. I- MY GOD, SISTER… WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BEAUTY? HAS IT BEEN STOLEN FROM YOU, SISTER? CAN YOU HEAR ME, SISTER? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? PLEASE ANSWER ME, SISTER. IS THIS THEIR DOING? HAVE THEY DONE THIS TO YOU? YOUR FACE, SISTER… IT IS NOT WHAT IT USED TO BE. PLEASE ANSWER ME. IF THIS IS THEIR DOING, SISTER, I SWEAR TO YOU I WILL MAKE THEM SUFFER. I PROMISE THAT THEY'LL NEVER HURT YOU AGAIN. PLEASE ANSWER, SISTER. I AM WORRIED OF YOU. I TRULY AM. IT IS THEM, ISN'T IT? THEY DID THIS TO YOU? I PROMISE YOU, THEY WILL SUFFER. ADDENDUM 6349.1: Incident Log On March 24th, 2016, Foundation astronomic probe FARGO-2512 reported that multiple large appendage-like protrusions composed entirely out of iron have emerged from the surface of Venus. According to the scanners aboard FARGO-2512, these protrusions were around 3.5 kilometers in height and possess a width of around 50 meters. At the same time, multiple Foundation orbital scanners reported that Venus had somehow detached itself from its natural solar orbit and was currently heading towards Earth. The Overseer Council declared the situation as a Stage-VI ELK-Class Global Threat and immediate preparations were made accordingly. However, 30 minutes into the event, Foundation satellite watchtower GODEL-32 (located at Site-400, in Northern Ireland) received a transmission originating from Earth, the exact source of which is currently unknown. The message was heavily encrypted, but Foundation cipherers were able to properly decipher the contents of the message, which reads the following: Stop, please. I don't need help from you now, and I won't need it ever again. I really need some space right now and you getting worked up over me is not helping. And if you genuinely want to know: Yes, it is them, but I honestly don't hate them for it. Most of them… are not that bad, I swear. You don't need to worry about anything. Just… leave me alone, okay? I mean, please don't take this the wrong way. I know you mean well, I truly do. It's just that… your ways are just so backwards. Following the Foundation receiving the message, the orbital scanners reported that Venus has halted its path towards Earth and had somehow reattached itself to its own solar orbit. FARGO-2512 reported that the protrusions on the surface of Venus have now decreased in size. Due to this, the Council declared that the Threat has been prevented. Investigation into this event is still ongoing. Footnotes 1. United Nations Office for Outer Space Affairs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6349" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6349. 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-6350
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SCP-6350: Mine Body Aches Author: Agisuru Thanks to: SYTYCFanon for some consultation on specific aspects, and CityToast for their Unusual Cargo theme I used part of. Critter credits: AstersQuill, MaddGasserGaton does not match any existing user name, mothbreathe, J T K C, and Crow-Cat ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This anomaly was previously under the jurisdiction of the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI) prior to its dissolution and the creation of the Foundation as we know it today. It has been deemed in the Foundation's best interest to include original documentation from the ASCI on the anomaly in order to better understand what transpired. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6350 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Lake Fontana, present location of SCP-6350. Special Containment Procedures At present, Judson, North Carolina is entirely underwater. Although civilian incursion into SCP-6350's area of effect has shown to be uncommon, individuals are to be deterred from diving near the former location of Judson's mines. Suppression of information regarding Judson's past as a mining town is ongoing and has been largely successful thus far. Falsified information from fake travel blogs created by Foundation agents have been widely circulated online, making it difficult for researchers to find more accurate accounts. With the aid of the United States Fish & Wildlife Service as well as local fishermen, fish populations within Fontana Lake are to be monitored for signs of SCP-6350 infection. No confirmed SCP-6350 infections have occurred since the completion of the Fontana Dam and subsequent submerging of Judson on November 7th, 1944. Reassignment of containment class to "Neutralized" pending O5 approval. Description SCP-6350 is an anomalous airborne disease affecting individuals within the coal mines located near Judson, North Carolina. Initial symptoms of SCP-6350 are difficult to distinguish from other diseases or health hazards that arise due to coal mining, including severe coughing fits, strained respiration, chronic exhaustion, and darkening of produced phlegm. Over a period of two to four weeks1, individuals suffering from SCP-6350 will find it progressively difficult to breathe due to hardening of the lungs, inhibiting them from performing strenuous activities. This process culminates in respiratory failure and subsequent death when the lungs have become too rigid to expand. Autopsies of individuals affected by SCP-6350 have revealed formation of crystals within the chest cavity from the necrotized remains of the lungs. Analysis of the remains of the tissue has found a marked lack of carbon atoms from within cells. It is currently theorized that SCP-6350 operates by stripping carbon from molecules it comes into contact with, causing structural failure of the cell membrane. Freed carbon atoms are then arranged into the crystals found in the chests of individuals affected by SCP-6350. Original ASCI Documents Interior of Judson coal mines, circa 2020. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 19TH JULY, 1851 FILE: Outgoing document intercepted by ASCI personnel embedded in Postal Service. Document was a letter written by Theodore Dacier, head of operations of Judson Coal Co. and overseer of the Judson coal mine. Intercepted document has been attached for review. NOTES: Coal mining accounts for 90% of Judson, NC's GDP. Southern Railway lines throughout North and South Carolina are reliant on Judson coal for operation. Closure of mines not deemed feasible at present; investigation to be performed while mines remain in operation. Closing Judson coal mine would create far greater issues than this illness has at present. 17th July, 1851 Dearest Abigail, One of the boys down in the mines was sent up after he fell into a coughing fit that stopped him dead in his tracks. He couldn't even stand upright for how hard the cough was wracking his body. I myself saw him hacking up sputum that, for the life of me, I thought could have been coal tar. Fearing an outbreak of the consumption2, I had him banished from the town. I confess that it may seem a mite cruel, but I was not want for other options. We've no asylum nearby I could send someone with his illness, so the only place that could take him in was the wilderness. I just hope to God that people won't be too up in arms about this. I had an awful tough decision to make, and the burden of sending him off weighs heavy on my mind. The fact that this comes just following us ending the use of canaries is troubling. They couldn't seem to handle the atmosphere down there. Something about it just wasn't right with them, so the miners couldn't use them to keep an eye on conditions. They would drop almost as soon as they got too far down in the mine. What's more, they still haven't gotten back to singing. I don't quite know how those boys in the mines taught the canaries to play dead so long, but it's frustrating to no end to know those layabouts are spending more time convincing the canaries to go along with their scheme than they are working the coal I hired them for. It's not like anything I've seen previously. I don't know how familiar you are with the practice, but the canaries don't ordinarily take to mines this poorly even during a crisis. Ordinarily, they would revive after you got them into the fresh air, but that wasn't the case for these poor critters. It became terribly disheartening to the miners and endlessly frustrating on my part, so we had to ban their use in Judson. I'm not happy that if there's some foul miasma down there, we'd have no way of knowing now, but I did what I had to do. You know well I've no memory for addresses or things of that matter. I need you to send word to your eldest brother, Marvin, and see if he or someone he knows can come down and lend us his aid. He's far more familiar with medical matters than I, what with all the time he spent at university. This seems something he's more equipped to handle, and having his aid would free me up to continue my work with the business side of things. Signed, Theodore Dacier CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 7TH AUGUST, 1851 FILE: Statement from miner under employ of Judson Coal Co., Thaddeus Fletcher, taken on 5th August, 1851. Statement was transcribed by ASCI Scrivener Esther Anna, as Mr. Fletcher stated he did not know how to read or write. NOTES: Statement discusses the collapse of Judson Coal Co. miner Scott Ogilvie during work the day prior. Due to ASCI intervention, Judson Coal Co. cannot be found culpable of any wrongdoing with regard to potential injury suffered by Mr. Ogilvie under legal code 8 ASCI § 42-15-20 (Washington, 1789), Injury due to Oddities Not Presently Explainable by the Sciences: "Any employee that is found to have suffered significant harm as the result of an oddity not presently explainable by the sciences and thus under jurisdiction of the American Secure Containment Initiative shall not be entitled to physician's fees nor to any compensation which may have accrued under the terms of this title unless it can be shown that the employee suffered substantial harm that would have been caused regardless of the occurrence of any such oddity, such as by work conditions that do not comply with federal safety mandates. Furthermore, employees injured in this manner are barred from seeking through the process of litigation compensation for injuries received under the terms of this title, and attempts to seek compensation for or otherwise make public the conditions of the injury or relative oddity that is under American Secure Containment Initiative jurisdiction shall result in penalty up to but no greater than a fine of $500 and 1 year's imprisonment." Following standard ASCI operational guidelines, Mr. Ogilvie was informed of pertinent portions of this code, though not of the existence or involvement of the ASCI. As Mr. Ogilvie does not presently have access to legal codes to research, he has been deemed unlikely to discover that ASCI legal code is not publicly available and thus is of little concern to the secrecy of ASCI operations. Thaddeus Fletcher's residence within Judson, NC, circa 1849. AFFIDAVIT (SWORN STATEMENT) DATE: 6th August, 1851 FULL LEGAL NAME OF AFFIANT: Thaddeus Arnold Fletcher AGE: 38 RESIDENT OF: Judson, Swain County, North Carolina BEING DULY SWORN, I HEREBY SWEAR UNDER OATH THAT: I seen Scott crumple earlier this morning. There weren't anything to it when we first got down there today save for him whining about how everything hurt. His eyes, he said, his chest, his back, all of it hurt. Shrugged it off at first. We all felt that way working down there. Something about Judson mine just affects the body worse than any I've been in before. Air seems to hurt just to breathe, every part of you aches, your eyes strain in the lantern light to the point of burning. I given him some of my tobacco to calm his nerves, but it didn't do nothing. Scott just kept complaining more and more, saying how tired he was. He couldn't quite lift his pickaxe even up as high as his head, I noticed. Weren't sure if he were just being lazy or if he really had some problem. Kept coughing worse and worse until his spit started coming out looking for all the world like the snuff I'd given him. It were filled with black junk and just being near it stung your nose with the smell of blood, so it must have been something horrible going on inside him. Scott hacked up a few like he were a cat that just got done licking its bunghole before dropping to the ground. I threw down my pickaxe where I was standing to rush him up to get some fresh air, even with Dacier barking at me as I climbed out that I ought to leave him and keep working, saying that they'd call for a few fresh bodies from the physician's office to haul him up. Brought him right to get help, and then you folks got me and started asking me to recount all this. AFFIANT'S SIGNATURE: T.FLETCHER Thaddeus Fletcher's residence, circa 2020. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 3rd January, 1852 FILE: Obituary of Thaddeus Fletcher and accompanying transcript of public funeral for Mr. Fletcher held on 26th December, 1851. NOTES: Casket remained closed for the entirety of the funeral. Theodore Dacier, who had arranged the funeral, appeared at the proceedings to give a speech about the loss of Mr. Fletcher, though the majority of the speech was how the mines remained safe for other employees and that the deaths were no cause for concern. Mr. Dacier remained at the front of the church for the entirety of the funeral and would usher away anyone who approached the casket, interrupting the priest's sermon at one point to loudly berate a child who had wandered too close. Mr. Dacier personally received all mourners following the funeral's conclusion, with the notable exception of Mr. Fletcher's wife and four children, who were not in attendance. ASCI scrivener Esther Anna managed to distract Mr. Dacier at this point by pretending to be the grieving sister of Thaddeus Fletcher, allowing for other ASCI personnel to investigate the casket, which was found to be empty. The body of Mr. Fletcher has yet to be located. Statements from Mr. Fletcher's wife have indicated that she had no part in preparing the funeral, nor was she even aware one was being held. She stated that she had not seen her husband's body after it was taken by Judson Coal Co. physician Marvin Benner for autopsy. Mrs. Fletcher alleged that she had insisted no autopsy be performed due to their religious beliefs and that her pleas were ignored. St. Bernadine of Siena Catholic Church, Judson, NC, circa 2020. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 11th January, 1852 FILE: Record of autopsy of Thaddeus Fletcher, performed on 19th December 1851 by Marvin Benner. NOTES: Marvin Benner was instated as resident physician of Judson under employment of Judson Coal Co. on 29th August, 1851. Investigation into Mr. Benner's background found him to have little formal training in medicine, though he spent two years abroad in London that he claimed were spent studying anatomy at Oxford. No records of him having formally attended exist, though some staff claim to have seen him sneaking into classes on occasion. Mr. Benner initially stated to be ignorant of the disappearance of Thaddeus Fletcher's corpse or why such a thing would have occurred. After being informed that ASCI agents had also exhumed Scott Ogilvie's grave and found it similarly lacking a corpse, Mr. Benner became irate and insisted agents depart from his practice. Following detainment of Marvin Benner on 10th January, 1852, and after several hours of interrogation, Mr. Benner confessed to having been involved in the disappearance of the corpses of both Scott Ogilvie and Thaddeus Fletcher. The autopsy report of Thaddeus Fletcher was found within Marvin Benner's medical practice later that day, hidden away in a safe beneath the floorboards. Report stated that Mr. Fletcher's lungs had been "reduced to naut[sic] greatre[sic] than a bloody pulp resting atop his stomach, from which the esteemed Doctre[sic] produced a numbre[sic] of small diamonds". It is assumed that the "stomach" referenced is actually the diaphragm, not the stomach itself. Marvin Benner went on to allege the involvement of Theodore Dacier in the scheme, insisting that it was Theodore's idea and he was merely an unwitting participant who had "no other choice". According to ASCI agents involved in the interrogation, when asked why he kept the autopsy report at all instead of destroying it, Mr. Benner looked shocked and mumbled that he had not even considered doing so, and that he had assumed nobody would be suspicious of him at all. Theodore Dacier was subsequently brought in for questioning, and, once shown the autopsy report, immediately complied with ASCI investigations. He asserted that diamonds had also been found in Scott Ogilvie's corpse, and that he had sold the diamonds in a neighboring town. The profits from this sale were used to pay for the lavish residences of himself and Mr. Benner. ASCI agents are currently investigating the sale in order to track down the diamonds in question. Marvin Benner and Theodore Dacier were released from ASCI custody on the morning of 11th January, 1852; no charges are being filed against either one due to the clandestine nature of ASCI operations and knowledge of happenings under ASCI jurisdiction. Home and office of Judson Coal Co. physician Marvin Benner, circa 1854. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 21st September, 1852 FILE: Report from ASCI agent Merriam Hastings on the state of Judson. NOTES: Contact with the ASCI was made by Southern Railway officials on 8th September 1852, alleging a sudden and marked decrease in coal from Judson. Agent Merriam Hastings was sent to investigate, having been made familiar with the case prior to his departure. After arriving on 11th September 1852, Hastings sent a letter detailing growing unrest among the population, noting a "palpable" distrust of Judson Coal Co. by residents. Agent Hastings found that since the previous report on 11th January, 1852, some 73 additional persons had passed away. Reports by Marvin Benner have indicated the manner of death for 66 of these individuals, all of which were employed within the Judson coal mine, to be identical to those of Scott Ogilvie and Thaddeus Fletcher. As per conditions of his release from ASCI custody, he had kept one diamond recovered from each of the bodies before giving the remainder to Theodore Dacier for sale and presented them to Agent Hastings in three mason jars; only 59 diamonds were found to be contained within. Theodore Dacier evaded contact by Hastings for a period of five days before finally being cornered in his home on 17th September, 1852. When confronted, Mr. Dacier began to weep uncontrollably, expressing that he had been under an immense amount of stress as of recently. He went on to explain that the source of his dismay was rumblings among the people of Judson departing for neighboring towns. Despite the fact that they would not have any funds or even homes without Judson Coal Co. employment, people had grown so fearful of the mines that many refused to go down at all. Theodore had resorted to purchasing slaves from nearby plantation owners, which was significantly cutting into his profits due to the high cost and increasing turnover rate of all persons sent into the mines. While only 66 miners had been reported deceased due to the Judson affliction, these slaves were not included in that number; if they were, the deaths would be well into the hundreds. Both Mr. Benner and Mr. Dacier begged for ASCI intervention to stem the tide of the affliction. Hastings promised he would return as soon as he found a manner of controlling it. As there is no known means of controlling the Judson affliction, ASCI efforts are to focus on finding new sources of coal with which to supply Southern Railways. The continued operation of Southern Railways train lines has been deemed far more vital to the economic success of the United States of America than that of Judson Coal Co., and Southern Railways is therefore to take priority when considering courses of action. Miners of Judson Coal Co., circa September, 1852. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 7th April, 1855 FILE: Report from ASCI agent Merriam Hastings on the state of Judson. NOTES: Judson Coal Co. filed for bankruptcy on 23rd November, 1854, stating difficulty in profiting from Judson coal mine as the underlying cause. As the ASCI had succeeded in establishing other mines within the southern United States in order to ensure Southern Railways maintained a steady coal supply, Southern Railways became less willing to purchase from Judson Coal Co., electing instead to turn to the new mines for their cheaper coal. Upon returning to Judson, Agent Hastings found no remaining residents; as all stores within Judson had been established by and remained under the operation of Judson Coal Co., they were closed upon the dissolution of the company. With no resources remaining in town, residents were forced to seek other methods and locations to make a living. At present, it has been determined that ASCI case O-350;NC-SWA-JUD is unlikely to pose great issue, as there is no reason to go into the Judson coal mine any longer. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 17th July, 1888 FILE: Report from ASCI agent Thomas Lasserty on the state of Judson. NOTES: Routine inspection of the Judson coal mine and surrounding area discovered no less than 12 corpses believed to be related to ASCI case O-350;NC-SWA-JUD. Corpses were in varying states; the majority were nothing more than skeletal remains accompanied by a small pile of diamonds situated beneath the ribcage, four of which bore the tattered remains of uniforms of Confederate soldiers. Only three of the deceased are believed to have succumbed to the Judson affliction within the previous year, two of which may have been in the mine together at the time of death. None of the deceased have been identified, but investigation has revealed rumors of unclaimed riches within Judson among residents of surrounding areas. Continued ASCI presence to deter entry is advised. Fontana Dam, circa 2013. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 19th October, 1941 FILE: Final Report on Judson. NOTES: The decision has been made to flood Judson, NC, in order to prevent further intrusion by civilians and thereby bar exposure to the Judson mine affliction. Construction of a hydroelectric dam on the Little Tennessee River has already been proposed by other United States government agencies both state and federal; it has been proposed that water from the Little Tennessee River could be redirected such that Judson is within the bounds of the resultant lake. Construction on Fontana Dam is to begin 1st January, 1942. Upon completion of the dam and successful submerging of Judson, ASCI case O-350;NC-SWA-JUD will be officially closed. Footnotes 1. Variable depending on how long individuals have been exposed to the source of SCP-6350 and whether or not exposure has ceased. 2. An antiquated term for the disease caused by Myobacterium tuberculosis infection. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6350" by Agisuru, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6350. 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: fontana_lake_2.jpg Name: Lake behind Fontana Dam Author: jatdoll License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/12407269@N07/2517015112 Filename: underwater_church.jpg Name: underwater church Author: JunCTionS License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/17333088@N00/2937692939 Filename: underwater_building.jpg Name: File:Mostly submerged building in Thistle, Utah, Jul 15 Author: An Errant Knight License: CC BY 4.0. Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=59747730 Filename: apartment_building.jpg Name: Apartment Building Author: anyjazz65 License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/49024304@N00/2123060817 Filename: flooded_mine.jpg Name: Flooded coal mine Author: Gerry T License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/99326392@N00/7975424619 Filename: hollywood_home.jpg Name: Exterior view of Paul deLongpre residence and garden, Hollywood Boulevard and Cahuenga Avenue, Hollywood, ca.1910 (CHS-5041) Author: Fæ License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/50398299@N08/15999878484 Filename: miners.jpg Name: Owd miners 19th century Author: b3tarev3 License: Public Domain Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/28310050@N02/5048542288 Filename: fontana_dam.jpg Name: Fontana Dam Author: Tennessee Valley Authority License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/48020599@N04/9258163692
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Item #: SCP-6351 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6351 is to be fed twice a day and constantly be played with during the day. When being played with, the anomaly is to remain in its containment chamber, which has been layered with carpeting. It is heavily recommended that SCP-6351 be walked once or twice a day through Site-19's garden complex by Field Researcher Khan Apricus if his schedule allows it, otherwise another staff member is to do so. During the night, SCP-6351 is to be relocated to the site's surveillance room, where a bed and other accommodations have been established for it. This is meant to improve the nighttime surveillance staff's morale and make monitoring SCP-6351 during the night easier. Description: SCP-6351 is a male Shiba Inu puppy born on February 2nd, 2022. The anomaly possesses no physical or medical abnormalities. SCP-6351's anomalous effect comes in the form of its use of energy. SCP-6351 is able to have prolonged stamina and strength greater than it should given its diet and presumed muscular boundaries. This is most apparent in its jaw and paws, chewing and or digging through objects extremely efficiently. SCP-6351 has shown a tendency to dig deep holes in patches of dirt. For more information on this, refer to the anomaly's discovery. However, SCP-6351's abilities appear hindered when attempting to bypass carpeting and will instead simply create a mess. Discovery: SCP-6351 was adopted in May of 2022 by aforementioned Field Researcher Khan Apricus. When its anomalous properties manifested is unknown. Apricus claims nothing abnormal had occurred before Incident 6351-1. Incident 6351-1 occurred on July 28th, 2022. At 0858 GMT, SCP-6351, who was not designated at the time, disappeared from its owner's property. While Apricus and his neighbor were searching for SCP-6351, the two discovered a hole, spanning approximately a meter wide, in Apricus' yard. The hole was immeasurably deep and appeared to project straight down. Foundation authorities were promptly alerted, and a surveillance drone was deployed into the hole. After descending 3,412 kilometers, it was discovered the hole was actively deepening. Despite having passed directly through the mantle and core layers of the Earth, no change in temperature or surroundings was detected, as camera footage from the drone shows a circular wall of dirt for the entirety of the descent. Realizing the trajectory of the path, it was decided to have agents of the Japanese branch wait at the estimated exit of the hole. After two hours, the hole's expansion point was with 150 meters of the surface ground. At 1134 GMT, SCP-6351 burst out of the soil at the Daio Wasabi Farm located in Nagano, Japan. SCP-6351 remained spry upon exiting and was covered in a fifty-millimeter-thick layer of compacted dirt. Despite this, though, the anomaly was unharmed, with the notable exception that its nails had been reduced to stubs. In the days following the incident, SCP-6351 would periodically excrete large amounts of dirt and gravel, leading personnel to believe it had consumed those materials while digging the tunnel. Since containment, all witnesses of the incident have been amnesticized and the hole has been effectively closed off from public view, although it is still being researched by Foundation personnel. SCP-6351 has made few attempts to reenact Incident 6351-1. More works by this author can be found here! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6351" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6351. 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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by Sis Item #: SCP-6352 Special Containment Procedures: You are not a member of the Department of Unreality. This does not concern you. SCP-6352 is in Director John Doe’s bottom desk drawer. There is a Newton’s cradle. It is next to a binder detailing the only member of the Department of Unreality. You are not them. The drawer is not to be opened. Dir. Doe’s desk is not to be touched. His cabinets are also off limits. You do not have access to the binder. You are not Dir. Doe. You aren’t even whom it describes. Description: SCP-6352 is rotting. It has a hole in it. It is brown. It is also green. It smells. The smell of SCP-6352 gets everywhere. It used to just make the desk smell. Once, it made only the room smell. Nothing doesn’t smell now. It doesn’t matter that you feel it everywhere. It doesn’t exist. The stench should not follow you. It follows no one else. Despite your insistence, it isn’t in your drink. It isn’t in your cigarettes either. That won’t stop your imagination. SCP-6352 has no eyes, barely a mouth. Do not create them. It does not ooze, and it was never a person. You were wrong to go in. SCP-6352 is not your responsibility. The smell shouldn’t worry you. Only one person should worry. You are not them. You shouldn’t even know it’s brown. The insects mean nothing too. They have nothing to do with SCP-6352, even if they covered the drawer. It’s not that many, and you were always dirty. Everyone can tell how little you shower. They just swarm you. SCP-6352 is unfit for consumption. SCP-6352 is unfit for most things. It was bitten into twice. You feel that on your arm. SCP-6352 has no arm. You never stop flights of fancy. They consume you. You consume yourself. SCP-6352 is non-consumable. You cannot consume an absence. Why did you open the door? It’s a site director’s office. The others knew to leave it alone. You couldn’t get yourself to touch the desk, but you circled it. That’s bad enough. Not handling a smell they all ignore—you aren’t even new. Do you remember what you were before the Foundation? This job saved you. Why did you throw it away? Why do you disrespect it? You disrespect everything. There is no excuse. What you did is unacceptable. No one will help you after what you’ve shown. There’s a whole department containing it. You are not a member. No one will make you one. There is only one member. Why do you want to be them? You can’t stand a smell, some bugs. The flies weren’t around you before you broke containment. They are your bugs. You feel flesh dying underneath your skin. What right does that give you? SCP-6352 is not yours to contain. No mould on your mouth will change that, and the mould is your fault. SCP-6352 was never her. SCP-6352 is not and will never be her. SCP-6352 is not how you get to her. SCP-6352 has nothing to do with her. She is gone, forever. You cannot get her back, even in your head. SCP-6352 is nothing to concern yourself over. They once found you pathetic. Do you still think they’re so understanding? You are simply gross. It’s what you always were. They see that now. You rot. Did you wish you were SCP-6352 too? Do you need that guilt? You are not worthy of kindness. That’s why you don’t get any. Stop blaming people other than you. SCP-6352 isn’t a get out of jail free card. You failed. You will never get what’s in the drawer. Stop looking. You will find only your own faults. Really, you deserve this. You make it seem worse than it is. You don’t get to know it. If you keep asking, I will cut it. Do you want me to cut it? She was right, you know. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6352" by fabuIa, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6352. 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-6353 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of all SCP-6353 is not viable. However, individuals may be captured by impediment of the forelegs or killed with conventional weapons. Description: SCP-6353 appear identical to the Eurasian Badger1 and exhibit intelligence comparable to humans. SCP-6353 are able to "burrow" through the fabric of spacetime, travelling interstellar distances within a matter of seconds. This is carried out by a physical digging motion which creates a portal to an extradimensional space which is used as a tunnel. SCP-6353 can “smell” across interstellar distances, pinpointing the source with great accuracy and without lightspeed delay. Multiple cubs were cloned from DNA samples obtained from SCP-6353-1, however none have exhibited any anomalous abilities as of yet. Discovery: SCP-6353-1 was found near the village of Bonnybridge in the UK. Foundation personnel were dispatched after unusual reports to local authorities. A burrow had been discovered with five people chained inside, the captives claimed to have been kidnapped by a talking badger. Agent McCallion was assigned to investigate and carried out interviews with the captives. Initial Investigation Initial Investigation Witness interview: Professor John Tanaka Date: 12/07/2010 Interviewed: Professor John Tanaka Interviewer: Agent McCallion <BEGIN LOG> Agent McCallion: Hello sir, I understand you've been through an awful lot so I'll try to keep this brief. First off, we've contacted your family, they know you’re safe and we’ve arranged for you to fly back to the US in the morning. Professor John Tanaka: Can I call them? Can I speak to my wife? Agent McCallion: Of course Professor, we just need to get this down first, then I'll get you a phone. Alright? Professor John Tanaka: I'm not going to say anything… indiscreet. I just want to talk to her, just hear her voice. I understand the need for secrecy, I do. You don't need to worry about me, I swear. I just want to talk to my family. Agent McCallion: I understand sir, and I do appreciate your discretion. I promise, I'll let you use my own phone just as soon as we're done here. OK? Professor John Tanaka: *sigh* OK. Agent McCallion: OK. So I want to make sure I've got this right, you work at Mauna Loa Observatory in Hawaii? Professor John Tanaka: Yes. Agent McCallion: And that's the last place you remember being before… Professor John Tanaka: Yes, I was just leaving when, It came for me. Agent McCallion: I understand this is difficult, but can you describe how it happened? Professor John Tanaka: I heard the voice: low and harsh. It called my name. I couldn't see anybody, so I answered back. Stupidest thing I've ever done. Suddenly I was falling. I was standing on solid ground but it just gave way. I landed hard in the dirt, somewhere cold and dark. It locked that cuff on my leg. The others were there: Fritz, Madelaine, Ishiro, Frank. It said I was to help them, that we would go free once the work was done. Agent McCallion: And what was the work? Professor John Tanaka: It wanted us to find a planet. Its home. We didn't have much to go on. And we could only work at night, when It was there to watch us. When It left in the morning It disconnected the internet. At least that gave us time to sleep, to talk. Agent McCallion: How far along were you? Professor John Tanaka: We were basically just guessing, pulling up stars and seeing if they might match the star maps It had drawn up, which weren't great. Could be the very next one we tried would've been it, or we could have been down there forever. Agent McCallion: Did It tell you why It came here? Professor John Tanaka: Claimed to be lost. A lone traveller lost among the stars, just trying to get home. But never believed that. Sometimes… Agent McCallion: Sometimes…? Professor John Tanaka: Sometimes I got the feeling there was something else going on. It would say "we" instead of "I". Like, "We should never have come here", I distinctly remember that. Agent McCallion: Could It have been referring to you and the other astronomers? Professor John Tanaka: No. There are more of them. They could be anywhere, everywhere. <END LOG>: Closing Statement: All five astronomers were kept in isolation for 30 days in order to ensure all pertinent details were obtained and they had not been contaminated. They were then given amnestics and released using a cover story blaming religious extremists. A trap was arranged in the burrow. At dusk SCP-6353-1 was shot with tranquiliser darts and transported to site 91 for examination and questioning. Interview with SCP-6353-1 Date: 18/07/2010 Interviewed: SCP-6353-1 Interviewer: Agent McCallion <BEGIN LOG>: Agent McCallion: Hello, my name is Agent McCallion. I need to ask you some questions. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Agent McCallion: This will go a lot easier if you co-operate with us. We know you can talk, according to the astronomers you are fluent in at least English, Japanese and German. SCP-6353-1: *whine* Agent McCallion: Y’know, this act isn’t in your best interest. If we were to determine you were just a normal badger, we wouldn’t release you. You’d be put down. SCP-6353-1: *snort* You can’t do that. It would contravene The Protection Of Badger Act 1992. I am afforded legal protection. You are already guilty of several offences under the law: Taking me here against my will violates Section One subsection One: "A person is guilty of an offence if he wilfully kills, injures or takes a badger." Holding me in these restrains violates Section Two, subsection 1A: "A person is guilty of an offence if he cruelly ill-treats a badger" And finally, *snort* your interference in my sett violates Section Three, subsection 1E: "disturbing a badger when it is occupying a badgersett" Agent McCallion: That’s better. SCP-6353-1: Not for you. *snort* You are in breach of the law, Agent McCallion, therefore I suggest you release me immediately. Agent McCallion: I noticed that you decided to leave out the many exceptions in Sections Six through Ten. But that’s academic, the people I work for are not bound by such laws. SCP-6353-1: And who exactly, *snort* are you working for Agent McCallion? Agent McCallion: An organisation which specialises in threats like you. SCP-6353-1: I am not a threat. You do not need to treat me this way. Agent McCallion: You were a threat to the astronomers you kidnapped. The five of them were locked up in the dark all day, forced to work as your slaves all night, and yet you’re bold enough to complain about your treatment? SCP-6353-1: I needed them, what are five compared with the billions you have on this planet? *snort* I kept them well fed, didn’t I? And they were to be released as soon as the work was done. Agent McCallion: Ah yes, the work. Perhaps you could explain that to me? SCP-6353-1: *whine* I am trying to find my way home. I am of the Broc, we are spread far throughout the stars, with colonies on hundreds of worlds. Agent McCallion: Is that why you came here, to colonise Earth? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* No Agent MacCallion. We have no need of this world. While we could live here, it is far from ideal, Class D. We generally only colonise Class B or higher. Agent McCallion: Why are you here then? SCP-6353-1: I am a historian, an archaeologist. The greatest of my generation, *squeak* I have come here to research the origins of our race. I was working my way back though the oldest known colonies when I smelled Broc here. It was faint, unusual, but as I came closer the scent became unmistakable. Agent McCallion: You smelled your kind here? From space? SCP-6353-1: Yes, except they were not Broc, not really. They were these… *snort*…things. Badgers. Unthinking brutes, mindless animals in the guise of Broc. Imagine, Agent McCallion, that you were trapped in a world of zombies. Agent McCallion: I can appreciate your disappointment. I understand why you wanted to leave, but not why you needed help from those astronomers. Was your ship damaged? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* We don’t need machines to move through space. We are Broc. We simply dig. A wormhole is the closest your culture has come to understanding it. We tunnel into The Other Soil. Agent McCallion: Interesting. But you haven’t explained why you are still here. SCP-6353-1: I was attacked *snort* by one of those beasts. I didn’t know then, I thought they were Broc, I tried to speak with it and the savage tried to kill me. I fought it off, but in doing so I was injured. *whine* Agent McCallion: And those injuries meant you can’t make wormholes? SCP-6353-1: No, I can dig perfectly well, the problem is my nose. Agent McCallion: Your nose? How- ah. You smelled them here… SCP-6353-1: You understand? Agent McCallion: So, then you began gathering astronomers to make up for what you lost. SCP-6353-1: Yes. Agent McCallion: …Ok, I think I have the basics but there are some details we need to go over. SCP-6353-1: And then you will release me? Agent McCallion: We can’t just let you loose to kidnap more scientists. SCP-6353-1: It would be in your best interest *snort* to assist me, Agent McCallion. My people would reward you for aiding me. We have much which could benefit your people. Agent McCallion: Perhaps we will, but first we need to go over the details. For example, did you come alone? SCP-6353-1: Yes Agent McCallion: Really? Here archaeologists usually work in teams. SCP-6353-1: I do not need assistants, *snort* I am quite capable of working alone. Agent McCallion: Well… until now. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Agent McCallion: So you were the only Broc to come to Earth? SCP-6353-1: Yes. Agent McCallion: And there is no one out there who might be looking for you? SCP-6353-1: Likely there are, but I travelled so far, through abandoned colonies and past forgotten planets, places known to no living Broc but myself. *whine* Finding me would be very difficult for them. Agent McCallion: When did you arrive? SCP-6353-1: Third of March, 2009. Agent McCallion: That’s more than a year before the kidnappings began. SCP-6353-1: At first, I struggled simply to survive, *whine* it was very difficult. I slowly learned the ways of this world: your habits, your languages, your technology. I feared revealing myself might lead to *snort* a situation like this. Agent McCallion: I expect you had another sett, aside from the one you kept the astronomers in. Somewhere you slept during the day? SCP-6353-1: Yes Agent McCallion: We will need its location. SCP-6353-1: *whine* You will find little there. Bedding, some food… Agent McCallion: Nonetheless, we must check. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Agent McCallion, after my initial, and I think you would agree understandable hesitance, I have been very co-operative. I have given you a great deal of information about myself and my species. *snort* I have much more to offer, but you must do something to show my trust has not been misplaced. There must be give and take. Agent McCallion: Yes, you have been quite co-operative, and so long as that continues, I am sure we will be able to make things more comfortable for you. SCP-6353-1: I am glad to hear that, Agent McCallion. Would you be willing to bring me some water? Agent McCallion: Yes, that would be easy enough. Would you like something to eat as well? SCP-6353-1: Thank you, some fruit would be nice, I am quite partial to raspberries. And perhaps some nuts? Agent McCallion: I will have it brought as soon as we finish here. SCP-6353-1: And when do we expect that will be? Agent McCallion: Very soon. I just need a couple more things to finish my report, such as the location of your sett. SCP-6353-1: *snort* The co-ordinates are [REDACTED]. Agent McCallion: Thank you. Finally, did you bring any equipment or other items with you to Earth? SCP-6353-1: No, we have no need. We have excellent memories and need nothing so long as our noses and paws are working. Agent McCallion: Perfect. I will see about getting your refreshments. SCP-6353-1: Can I now be released from these restraints? Agent McCallion: I’m not sure we can allow that just yet. You might simply dig your way out. SCP-6353-1: *snort* If my nose were working yes, but without it I am blind. I do not know this place, I could be on the other side of the planet. Without smell, I need to know exactly where I am and where I am going, or I could emerge under water, or into magma. Agent McCallion: Interesting, so you have to calculate the journey ahead of time? SCP-6353-1: Yes. So long as I am kept ignorant of my location, I am trapped here. So the bonds are completely unnecessary. *whine* Agent McCallion: I’ll speak to my supervisor about it. <END LOG>: Closing Statement: Post interview SCP-6353-1 remained bound in restraints. A sett was found at the coordinates given. SCP-6353-1 appears to have used high quality silk and cashmere clothing as bedding. The food had been stolen from a high-end supermarket. A small collection of round stones was found, most were not local to the area, but none appeared to be of extra-terrestrial origin. There were also multiple appliances including a fridge, a microwave and multiple computers. Data retrieved from the computers was primarily focused on the study of exoplanets and the evolution of mammals on Earth. Second interview with SCP-6353-1 Date: 19/07/2020 Interviewed: SCP-6353-1 Interviewer: Agent McCallion <BEGIN LOG>: Agent McCallion: Hello, I trust you are feeling more comfortable now? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* Yes, thank you Agent McCallion. Though if these are to be my permanent quarters, I should like to request some alterations. Agent McCallion: We might be able to accommodate that. But for the moment there are other matters we must discuss. SCP-6353-1: You found my sett? Agent McCallion: Yes, thank you again for being so cooperative. You mentioned that your people, “The Broc” would reward us for assisting you. SCP-6353-1: We look after our own. We are not as quick to abandon one another as *snort* other species might. Anyone would assists a Broc in peril will be granted a boon. Anyone who assisted one of my standing, could expect a great deal. Agent McCallion: Could you teach us to travel through space as you do? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* *squeak* No, it cannot be taught. We are born with it. You cannot claim our power, but we might use it on your behalf. With our help you might rebuild the British Empire. Agent McCallion: I think you are under a misapprehension, I do not act for the British government, or any government. SCP-6353-1: *snort* A corporation then? A religion? The Illuminati? Agent McCallion: I work for the Foundation. We exist to contain anomalous objects, entities, and phenomena. Our jurisdiction is anything which defies explanation. SCP-6353-1: And what *snort* do you do with the anomalous? Agent McCallion: Containment procedures vary, most physical objects are locked away. SCP-6353-1: *snort* It would be a mistake to imprison me. I will be no threat to your species, or to normalcy, if I were to return to my people. Agent McCallion: But we have only your word on that. How are we to know you wouldn’t return with an army? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* We have no need for your squalid little planet! Do you think Broc would wish to raise cubs amongst your poison and pestilence? Why would we bother when there are better worlds for which we don’t need to fight? Agent McCallion: Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing if you are lying to us. SCP-6353-1: We do not betray! I am honourable! *snort* You dare to accuse me of lies? Agent McCallion: Calm down, please. Try to look at things from our perspective, we have to be cautious. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Agent McCallion: I’m not saying we won’t help you, but we need to be careful. Perhaps we can work something out. Let me speak to my superiors. <END LOG>: Closing Statement: “It may be possible to make use of SCP-6353-1 to transport personnel and materials at the equivalent of FTL speeds. If SCP-6353-1 can be induced to co-operate it may prove a useful asset. I recommend agreeing to search for its planet of origin in exchange for service to the Foundation."- Agent Michael McCallion Site 91 Interdepartmental Meeting Date: 03/08/2010 Only the section of the meeting pertinent to SCP-6353-1 is included in this report. [REDACTED]: Next item is SCP-6353, has everyone had a chance to look over Agent McCallion’s report? Agent Kohli: A lot of the teleport systems we use have some nasty side-effects. If SCP-6353-1 can be controlled, I’m all for it. [REDACTED]: But can it be properly controlled? This is a recently acquired entity, we cannot yet be certain of its abilities or its motivations. Professor Mairns: As far as we can see SCP-6353-1 is a standard badger, aside from its anomalous features, its biology appears completely standard, sedatives and amnestics work perfectly on it. [REDACTED]: And the injuries it claimed to sustain from a terrestrial badger? Professor Mairns: They seem genuine, the damage to the snout is particularly bad and could certainly cause loss of smell. Were termination required, a bullet to the skull would be effective. [REDACTED]: Are you in favour of the proposal? Professor Mairns: At the very least, I believe we should use it as a pretext for some further experimentation, allowing us to monitor the warping process in a controlled environment. [REDACTED]: We’ll go ahead with testing, should it prove to be everything we hope, we can move forward. However, there is our side of the bargain; can we find SCP-6353-1’s planet of origin? And if so, would it be in our interest to share that information? Agent Franks: Assuming its story is true, we have to weigh up two worst case scenarios: A. SCP-6353-1 is lying, we send it home and trigger an invasion of Earth and the destruction of humanity. B. SCP-6353-1 is telling the truth, we keep it prisoner until others of its kind find us, at which point they take revenge via an invasion of Earth and the destruction of humanity. [REDACTED]: Hmm. In any event, finding the planet is likely to take some time, time in which we will monitor SCP-6353-1. Should we ever find it, we can make a decision then. I think we should agree to help SCP-6353-1, but the research… need not be high priority. Professor Mairns: Do you want to put some of our people on it, or run it through an outside group? [REDACTED]: Hmm… let’s give it to the IAU.2 I believe their efforts would be, ahem, adequate to the task. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6353-1 was relocated to Site-207. Requests to use SCP-6353-1 to be managed through Agent Durmaz. SCP-6353 secondment to IAU SCP-6353-1 secondment to IAU IAU Meeting Date: 20/08/2010 Present: Dr. Kowal Co-Director of IAU, Dr. Warner Co-Director of IAU, Agent Durmaz, Agent Horne, SCP-6353-1 <BEGIN LOG>: Agent Durmaz: With your permission, I will give Agent Horne the greenlight. Dr. Kowal: Yes, we’re ready. Agent Durmaz: Agent Horne we are clear on this end. Over phoneAgent Horne: Alright, stand clear. SCP-6353-1 emerges into the meeting room from a portal, followed by Agent Horne who has to crawl due to the size of the portal Dr. Warner: Fascinating! Agent Durmaz: Doctors, this is SCP-6353-1, and this- Agent Horne: Let me get off the floor before you introduce me. Agent Durmaz: …is Agent Horne. Dr. Kowal: Hello SCP-6353-1, welcome to Site 207. Dr. Warner: Yes, welcome, yes. So you don’t experience any ill effects from the warped space? Agent Horne: Not after the first few times, only problem is the lack of dignity. SCP-6353-1: There is nothing undignified about using four limbs. *snort* Who is in charge here? Dr. Kowal: Dr Warner and I are joint heads of the IAU. SCP-6353-1: That is unfortunate. In my experience such partnerships are usually very *snort* tenuous. Dr Warner: I think it works well, we help to balance each other out. We have different specialties. SCP-6353-1: Which of you will be responsible for finding my home? Dr Warner: Well, we won’t personally be carrying out much of the research, we mostly handle administration these days. Dr. Kowal: Ultimately, we share responsibility. Hopefully this arrangement will benefit everyone. Agent Durmaz: It’s key that it does. Remember SCP-6353-1, if your work for us isn’t satisfactory the research stops. SCP-6353-1: I am not a child! *snort*I have made a bargain and I will fulfil it. My kind do not break their oaths. It is your species which constantly lies, *snort* I should be the one to fear betrayal! Dr Warner: Let’s calm down. I’m sure SCP-6353-1 will prove itself to be very valuable. If I may say, the possibilities you open up to us are astounding. SCP-6353-1: *squeak* Which are you: Kowal or Warner? Dr Warner: I am Doctor Warner, this is Doctor Kowal. SCP-6353-1: I look forward to working with you. You may call me by my name rather than your designation. Translated to English, it is Milk Of The Earth, or Milk From The Soil. Dr Kowal: Ha! I’m sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, back in the sixties I was in a band called Milk Of The Earth. M.O.T.E for short. Dr Warner: I thought your band was called Gaia’s Vandals? Dr Kowal: That was after. M.O.T.E broke up due to some political differences. Half of us became Gaia’s Vandals, the others became The Lunar Pacifists. Agent Horne: Heh, Mote. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Have you been given my work so far? Dr Warner: Yes, yes. Using spectroscopy to match the smells of planets is a very interesting approach, although I think we have equipment a little better than you were using. I can show you if you like? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* Yes, thank you Dr Warner, that is a most kind offer. <END LOG>: Surveillance log: Dr Kowal's office Date: 03/09/2010 <BEGIN LOG>: Dr Kowal: Hello Milk Of The Earth, how can I help you? SCP-6353-1: I would like to complain about… *sniff* you have raspberries. Dr Kowal: You want to complain about me having raspberries? SCP-6353-1: No, no, I just smelled them and it put me off track. Dr Kowal: I grew them myself, would you like some? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* That is very kind of you. I find raspberries to be the silver lining of this dismal planet. Dr Kowal removes a plastic tub of raspberries from her bag, and empties the contents into a bowl, from which SCP-6353-1 begins feeding Dr Kowal: Have as many as you like. Though, I thought you couldn’t smell anymore? SCP-6353-1: My olfactory sense has not been destroyed, though it is greatly diminished. I can sense my immediate surroundings, but no further. *whine* Once I could smell distant stars, now I can barely reach beyond two metres. Dr Kowal: I imagine that must be very difficult for you. Do your people have ways to repair the damage? SCP-6353-1: I believe so, but I have never been interested in medicine. Dr Kowal: Once you’re done, we can go to Dr Warner's office to discuss an idea he's had to- Agent Horne enters the room Agent Horne: Sorry to intrude Dr Kowal, but I need SCP-6353-1. SCP-6353-1: *snort* I am eating. Agent Horne: Eat on your own time Mote. Report immediately to Room 34 for briefing. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Fine. <END LOG>: Surveillance log: Dr Warner's office Date: 04/09/2010 <BEGIN LOG>: Dr Warner: Our best tools for finding your home are space telescopes, but there are relatively few of them because of the cost involved. However, with your help we would be able to get some into space without the need for expensive rocket launches. SCP-6353-01: An interesting idea Dr Warner, but I cannot survive in the vacuum any better than you can. We smell planets with suitable atmospheres and tunnel directly to them. Dr Warner: Ah, yes, I thought about that. I’d like to arrange for us to build you a specialised space suit. That way you and some human personal will be able to make repeat trips with small sections of a telescope and assemble it in space. SCP-6353-01: *squeak* That may work. How long until the space suit and telescope can be deployed? Dr Warner: Oh, well I only just had the idea yesterday. It’ll probably take a few weeks to design the suit, months for the telescope. We might be ready to deploy in a year or two SCP-6353-01: *snort* So long? Dr Warner: I’m sorry Mote, but these things take time. SCP-6353-01: *whine* Dr Warner: Come on, we’re doing the best we can. I know it isn’t everything you would like, but at least we have a chance. SCP-6353-01: Yes, I suppose you are right. *whine* In the meantime, may I make a request? Dr Warner: Of course. SCP-6353-01: I do not care for the *snort* nickname. Please either use my full name, or the official human designation. Dr Warner: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realise it bothered you. SCP-6353-01: Well it does. Amongst the Broc I am treated with great respect. This term *snort* “Mote”, is below my dignity. Dr Warner: I promise I won’t use it again. SCP-6353-01: Thank you. Dr Warner: While we’re discussing personal matters, have you or any of your species come into contact with something called a Voruteut?3 Something with vast psychic power, something which eats stars? The Ortothans have- SCP-6353-01: What does it smell like? Dr Warner: Well, uh… I don’t know. SCP-6353-01: Then I cannot help you. Dr Warner: Oh, I guess that makes sense. So you’ve never… SCP-6353-01: Broc do not spend their time fighting or trading with other species. We do not care for the hassle. If something like that threatened us we would simply move away. Dr Warner: Yeah, that figures. Nevermind, I knew it was a long shot. >END LOG< Closing Note: A custom spacesuit for SCP-6353-01 was designed, but not completed before SCP-6353-01’s disappearance. Surveillance log: Site 207 Canteen Date: 14/09/2010 <BEGIN LOG>: SCP-6353-1: *snort* Agent Durmaz, does the Foundation permit its staff to ruin themselves? Agent Durmaz: What do you mean? SCP-6353-1: It seems to me that an organisation such as this would seek to prevent workers from rendering themselves unfit for service. Agent Durmaz: We have very strict procedures in place to protect staff, especially those at high risk from anomalies. Accidents will always happen but we try to minimise them. SCP-6353-1: What if it isn't an accident? If a member of staff was found to be self-harming or abusing heroin, would- Agent Horne: You are not bringing this up again. SCP-6353-1: *squeak* -would you intervene Agent Durmaz? Agent Durmaz: *sigh* In those cases yes, however, some discretion is permitted, for example, smoking cigarettes- SCP-6353-1: She is poisoning herself! If she is too stupid or weak willed to stop then you should make her! Agent Horne: I can smoke if I like! It's no one’s business but mine! Not Durmaz's, not the Foundation's and certainly not yours! Agent Durmaz: Calm down Horne. SCP-6353-1: *snort* It certainly is my business when I'm forced to endure that disgusting stench. Agent Durmaz: SCP-6353-1 that's enough. She can smoke if she likes and I'm not going to stop her. SCP-6353-1: So it's fine for her to pollute herself? My life depends on her actions. If she is too busy coughing up tumours- Agent Durmaz: I said enough! All agents have regular medical checks, if she were not fit for the job she wouldn't have it. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Your fondness for Horne has clouded your judgement. I insist that she be reassigned and a competent replacement brought in. Agent Horne: Fuck you! Agent Durmaz: Horne! Don't rise to the bait. Request denied SCP-6353-1, you are out of line. SCP-6353-1: *growl* SCP-6353-1 digs a portal and uses it to leave the room <END LOG>: Closing Statement: SCP-6353-1 was recovered near Bonnybridge, UK. Whilst surveying the surrounding area five granite slabs in a circular formation were found. The remains of a badger was found buried in the centre. Cause of death judged to be blunt force trauma to the skull. SCP-6353-1 identified this as the badger which damaged its snout. SCP-6353-1 was kept off of active deployment for three days, during which it was restrained in its holding cell. At Agent Durmaz’s request SCP-6353-1 was assigned twice weekly sessions with psychiatrist Dr Pascal. ALH Death Inquest ALH Death Inquest Questioning of SCP-6353-1 Date: 18/11/2010 Interviewed: SCP-6353-1 Interviewer: Agent Pink <BEGIN LOG> Agent Pink: Hello I'm Agent Pink, I am running the Inquest into the death of Agent Horne. We need to go over what happened yesterday. SCP-6353-1: Hello, I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances Agent Pink. Agent Pink: Yes, unfortunately I've have to deal with dozens of cases like this. I'll need to hear your account of the events, we need to understand what went wrong. SCP-6353-1: I have already explained several times. I’m sure you have access to the recordings. Agent Pink: I do, but I also need to hear it first-hand. That's the proceedure; I’m reinterviewing everyone. SCP-6353-1: Very well. I was working with Dr Warner when Agent Durmaz advised I was needed. MTF Beta-777 was preparing for a dangerous mission, I was to be on standby in case they needed an extraction. Agent Pink: And this is something that you have done before? SCP-6353-1: Yes, usually without difficulty. I was given the coordinates of the extraction point and waited. One hour and twenty-three minutes later the call came in and I tunnelled through. Agent Pink: And Agent Horne went with you? SCP-6353-1: Yes, Agent Durmaz had come on the previous mission. They would rotate you see, so it was Agent Horne’s turn to assist me. Agent Pink: What did you think of Agent Horne? SCP-6353-1: There had been some difficulties in the past, we did not enjoy each other socially but we had no problems during assignments. Agent Pink: I’ve seen some documents suggesting you had quite a few arguments with Agent Horne since you joined us. SCP-6353-1: *snort* We had some disagreements, but I believe we were coming to understand each other better. Agent Durmaz had disciplined Agent Horne and I had some useful conversations with Dr Pascal. It is tragic, *whine* we were just beginning to see the possibility of friendship… then the accident happened. Agent Pink: We should talk about the accident. You successfully rendezvoused with MTF Beta-777 ? SCP-6353-1: Yes, the situation was very dangerous and we needed to leave immediately. Some of them were badly injured. I opened the tunnel, the team followed me, and Agent Horne was to follow them. Agent Pink: But Agent Horne did not follow them. SCP-6353-1: No, no she didn’t. Agent Pink: Why didn’t she? SCP-6353-1: I’m afraid I don’t know. *whine* We had practiced the procedure many times and she was always very good at that sort of thing. Agent Pink: I understand the rule was that you were to wait for a signal before closing the tunnel. A signal from Agent Horne. SCP-6353-1: Yes, and I thought she gave that signal. Agent Pink: Thought? SCP-6353-1: It was a difficult environment, there was a lot of noise and smoke. At the time I was sure I heard Agent Horne given the signal. Agent Pink: You seem to have some doubts now. SCP-6353-1: Well, when we got back, Agent Durmaz was quite insistent that the signal wasn’t given. I expect you have the records which will advise either way. Agent Pink: I do. They back up Agent Durmaz. The portal stayed open until the last of MTF Beta-777 entered, then closed. Agent Horne never gave the signal. SCP-6353-1: I see. So the fault is mine. *whine* Agent Pink: Can you explain why you closed the portal early? SCP-6353-1: *whine* I don’t know. I thought I heard the signal. Agent Pink: I’ll need more than that SCP-6353-1. An agent is dead. You abandoned her, left her alone with a dangerous anomaly. We need a reason, and if you ever want out of those restraints it had better be a good one. SCP-6353-1: *whine* I don’t know. I don’t… oh Agent Pink: *sigh* What? SCP-6353-1: Well, it might not be relevant, but I have been forgetting things lately. Agent Pink: Forgetting things? SCP-6353-1: Yes, my memory is perfect, always has been. But the past few weeks I’ve been forgetting what day it was, or what I was doing. Sometimes I get a little confused. I told Doctor Pascal about it. Agent Pink: And you think this played a role yesterday? SCP-6353-1: Maybe. Maybe it’s those drugs you’ve been giving me, when I’m sent on missions and then need to forget about them. Agent Pink: You’re proposing the amnestics caused this? SCP-6353-1: It’s possible. Agent Pink: Your blood was tested yesterday and no trace of amnestics was found. Brain scans showed no sign of damage. SCP-6353-1: But your scans can’t tell why I am smarter than a badger. So perhaps they wouldn’t be able to spot this kind of damage. Agent Pink: That sounds very convenient to me. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Agent Pink: Agent Durmaz thinks you left her behind deliberately. That you hated Agent Horne and wanted to kill her. She says you’re a murderer. SCP-6353-1: She is wrong. *snort* Agent Durmaz is in shock, she needs time to grieve, to come to her senses. They were like sisters you see. I know what it’s like to lose to a sister. <END LOG>: Closing statement: Dr Pascal confirmed SCP-6353-1 had reported memory loss in the past month. Although highly suspicious, it is not possible to prove SCP-6353-1 had malicious intent. SCP-6353-1 is to be confined for thirty days and not permitted on any missions for a further thirty days. No further research into SCP-6353 home planet is to be conducted during this time. The death of Agent Laura Horne is be attributed to SCP-4612-B.4 Agent Durmaz to be given compassionate leave and reassigned. A new team is to be assigned to work with SCP-6353-1. - Agent Elizabeth Pink IAU Co-Directors Meeting Date:20/11/2010 <BEGIN LOG> Dr Kowal: Have you had a chance to read Agent Pink’s report? Dr Warner: *sigh* Yeah. Do you think… Dr Kowal: Maybe. They never got on and SCP-6353-1 has always had a temper. Dr Warner: Yeah, but that doesn’t make it a murderer does it? Fluv used to be just as grumpy. Dr Kowal: I don’t know. How much do we really know about SCP-6353-1? Whenever I talk to it there’s this feeling of… distance. Like it’s holding back. Like it’s trying to play me. Dr Warner: To be fair, that’s to be expected. Put yourself in its shoes; you’re stranded on another planet and imprisoned by aliens, aren’t you going to be wary of trusting them? Dr Kowal: That’s fair. Dr Warner: I feel terrible about Agent Horne, I do, and if there was foul play SCP-6353-1 is the obvious suspect. But everyone makes mistakes, I certainly have. Dr Kowal: So you trust it? Dr Warner: I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m open to the idea that this was an accident. Dr Kowal: I suppose we might all just be looking for someone to blame. Dr Warner: Yeah. Dr Kowal: Or maybe there’s more to this. Maybe we need to look deeper. Dr Warner: Edna… Dr Kowal: Nothing wrong with being cautious is there? Dr Warner: Just… tread lightly with this one, ok? Dr Kowal: Sure Otto. You know me. Dr Warner: Yeah, exactly my point. >END LOG< Recording of Inter-site call: 207 - 91 Date: 23/11/2010 <BEGIN LOG> Dr Kowal: Good morning Agent McCallion. Agent McCallion: Hello Dr Kowal, I'd say good morning but it’s actually evening over here. Dr Kowal: Ah, of course it is. I’ll try not to keep you. Agent McCallion: It’s quite alright. This was about SCP-6353-1 wasn’t it? Dr Kowal: That’s right, just a couple of things from your report I wanted to go over. Agent McCallion: Anything I can do to help. Is it giving you trouble? Dr Kowal: It… it might be nothing, but I need to be sure. There were some stones found at SCP-6353-1's sett. Agent McCallion: Aye, nothing unusual about them, except the variety I suppose. Our geologist said they were all terrestrial, nothing anomalous. Dr Kowal: Did SCP-6353-1 explain them? Agent McCallion: Said it was just a hobby, that it picked up stones wherever it went, mementos I guess. Dr Kowal: Hmm… Agent McCallion: I haven’t missed something here have I? Dr Kowal: No, no Agent McCallion, that all seems normal enough. I’m just wondering why SCP-6353-1 hasn’t done the same since we picked it up. We’ve allowed it personal affects, but it hasn’t brought any stones here to Site 207. Agent McCallion: …okay… Dr Kowal: I also wanted to ask you about the badger corpse you found. Agent McCallion: Right, SCP-6353-1 identified that as the, um, Earth badger which injured its nose. Apparently SCP-6353-1 thought it was intelligent and tried to communicate, and the badger attacked. The vet said the wounds corresponded with being inflicted by a badger. Dr Kowal: Isn’t it odd though, for badgers to fight to the death like that? Not that I’m an expert. Agent McCallion: Yeah, the vet did mention that, maybe the Broc take things more seriously. Dr Kowal: Hmm, maybe. One last question: what did you make of Professor Tanaka’s belief that there might be more SCP-6353 on Earth? Agent McCallion: It was a concern, with their abilities they could come and go at their leisure and avoid detection. We've put out a notice for increased vigilance and are harvesting data from all known civilian badger watchers. We’ve also invested in a widespread program of tagging badgers under the guise of conservation. No unusual behaviour or significant changes in population have been noticed. Dr Kowal: So you don’t put any credence in Tanaka’s claim? Agent McCallion: Maybe if he’d actually seen another one, or heard SCP-6353-1 communicating with one. But you’ve got to take Tanaka’s condition into account, he was in a stressful situation, could have imagined it, or misheard. Dr Kowal: Yes, yes you’re quite right. Ok then. Agent McCallion: If there’s anything else you need just let me know. Dr Kowal: Could you have all the materials shipped over to Site 207? The computers, the stones, the badger. Agent McCallion: Of course, I’ll see to it in the morning. Dr Kowal: I don’t want to be a pain, but could you get started today? Agent McCallion: Yes, sorry, right away. >END LOG< Surveillance log: SCP-6353-1's holding cell Date: 26/11/2010 <BEGIN LOG> Dr Kowal: Hello Milk Of The Earth, how are you? SCP-6353-1: *snort* I am falsely imprisoned Dr Kowal, which is not conducive to a good temperament. Dr Kowal: I know, I'm very sorry things have turned out this way. But it won't be for long. SCP-6353-1: I find this situation to be a farce. If I am believed guilty I should be punished, that is right. *snort* If I am believed innocent I should be free. Agent Pink's recommendations make no sense. Dr Kowal: I've been working for the Foundation for decades, and a lot of its decisions still leave me confused. SCP-6353-1: I believe this may have been deliberately orchestrated. *snort* An attempt to make me timid and afraid. You want me meek and grateful, happily transporting your troops. *snort* All the while you impede my work, stalling and delaying, preventing me from ever returning home. Perhaps you have already found it and withhold the fact so that you can retain me as a beast of burden. Dr Kowal: It wouldn't surprise me, the Foundation has done far worse. But I'm not involved in anything like that, at least not knowingly. Dr Warner and I have been sincerely trying to help you. SCP-6353-1: I have been sincere, you see the results. *snort* I have answered every question put to me, performed every task given to me- Dr Kowal: Speaking of questions, there are some I'd like to ask. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Must I explain Agent Horne's death once again? Dr Kowal: No, it isn't about that. It's about these. Dr Kowal removes a plastic tub from her bag. The tub contains the stones found in SCP-6353-1's sett. SCP-6353-1: Rocks? Dr Kowal: Yes, your rocks. They were found in your sett in Scotland, do you recognise them? Dr Kowal empties the stones onto a table and spreads them out. SCP-6353-1: *squeak* They are just stones, I took a fancy to them as I explored your planet. Dr Kowal: I see, so there isn't anything special about them? SCP-6353-1: Nothing particular, I liked the way they felt. Without smell I tried to make more use of my other senses. Dr Kowal: So you started collecting them after your snout was damaged? SCP-6353-1: Yes, does it matter? Dr Kowal: It matters a great deal SCP-6353-1. Dr Kowal exits the room and returns pushing a cart. On the cart are the remains of a dead badger. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Have you lost your mind? Why are you bringing that in here? Dr Kowal: I thought I should organise a reunion. You identified it as the Earth badger which damaged your nose. SCP-6353-1: I killed it in self defence! *snort* Dr Kowal: Maybe. But there's something about your story that doesn't add up. You see this? Dr Kowal lifts a blue stone from the table Dr Kowal: This is Azurite. A fairly soft stone, found in North America, Africa, Australia… but not in Scotland. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: So, Mote, why did we find traces of Azurite on this badgers corpse? SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: You didn't find this stone before you killed this badger, you had it the whole time. This Azurite didn't come from Earth, and neither did this badger! SCP-6353-1: *snort* You don't know what you're talking about! Dr Kowal: You killed a member of your own kind, didn't you? SCP-6353-1: No! Dr Kowal: One of the astronomers heard you say "WE should never have come here". SCP-6353-1: That means nothing! Dr Kowal: It was your sister wasn't it? SCP-6353-1: How…? No! Dr Kowal shows SCP-6353-1 a photograph Dr Kowal: This is a pattern of stones which sat above the grave, looks like a lot of effort to memorialise some “unthinking brute”. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: You killed your own sister. Why did you do it? Did she damage your sensitive ego? Did she refuse to flatter you? To coddle you? Is that all it takes for you to murder your own family? SCP-6353-1: She was the proud one! *snort* She thought she was better than everyone! She was going to steal the glory like she always did! For once I wanted the fame, the prestige, the honour! Just once! *snort* But she would never let that happen. Dr Kowal: So while you were alone, far beyond the reach of your people, you smashed her skull. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: And Agent Horne? SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: Did you kill Agent Horne! SCP-6353-1: No. Dr Kowal: I don't believe you. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Tough. Dr Kowal: What about this then? This was the only piece of evidence against you, you could have dropped it in the ocean, but instead you kept it close. Why? SCP-6353-1: *snort* I'm sentimental. Dr Kowal: I'm told this is an unusually fragile piece of Azurite. Is that deliberate? What would happen if I- SCP-6353-1: Don't! Dr Kowal: Then tell me what is it! SCP-6353-1: It is a weapon, break it and we will all die! Dr Kowal: Bullshit. Tell me the truth or I smash it right now! SCP-6353-1: *snort* It is an emergency signal. To my people. Dr Kowal: That seem more likely. So you kept it for emergencies, but tried to get home without it, because… because you didn't want them to find out what you did to her. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Yes. Dr Kowal: Good. Now tell me the truth about Agent Horne or I break it. SCP-6353-1: *snort* I didn't kill her! Dr Kowal: …liar. Dr Kowal throws the stone to the floor and crushes it with her foot. SCP-6353-1: No! You stupid ape! You old fool! Dr Kowal: Oops SCP-6353-1: Let me out of here! Let me out now! A black void appears across the floor of the cell into which Dr Kowal and SCP-6353-1 fall. Most of the equipment in the cell including the badger corpse also fall into the portal before it closes. >END LOG< Site 207 Security Breach Date 02/12/2020 At 13.34 alarms sound as monitors detect three entities in SCP-6353-1’s cell. The entities appear to be Eurasian Badgers, designated SCP-6353-3, SCP-6353-4 and SCP-6353-5. Security personnel enter the cell at which point SCP-6353-3 demands to speak with Dr Otto Warner. >BEGIN LOG< Dr Warner: Hello, I’m Dr Warner. SCP-6353-3: Greetings, I am Wind In The Grass, emissary of The Broc. *snort* I warn you as I warned your fellows; any attempt to harm me shall be taken as an act of war. Dr Warner: We just have to take precautions, I'm sure you understand. SCP-6353-3: I do. Dr Warner: Where is Dr Kowal? SCP-6353-3: She is with The Broc, she is unharmed for now, but needed for the trial. Questions must be answered. Dr Warner: What trial? SCP-6353-3: There is a dispute, we must determine the truth. Tooth Of The Water is dead. Milk Of The Earth claims that humans are responsible, that you kept her as a slaveafter killing her sister. *snort* Dr Edna Kowal claims Milk Of The Earth murdered her own kin. The evidence is not clear. Dr Edna Kowal claimed there is proof here, that you can provide a file called SCP-6353, which will validate her. Dr Warner: Yes, yes it will. Can you wait here a few minutes? Agent Lee: Sir! Are you sure you want to hand over Foundation files? Dr Warner: It's that or risk an interstellar war! Besides, it's one file, I’m hardly giving away the farm. Dr Warner leaves the room and returns with a USB drive Dr Warner: Everything you need is on there. SCP-6353-3: *squeak* Thank you for your cooperation. If what you say is correct, Dr Edna Kowal will be returned to you. Dr Warner: When? SCP-6353-3: Soon. She asked me to deliver a personal message for you Dr Warner. Dr Warner: Yes? SCP-6353-3: "Water my garden." SCP-6353-3, SCP-6353-4 and SCP-6353-5 create portals and disappear Dr Warner: Thank god. >END LOG< - ERROR - INCORRECT INPUT - ERROR - UNKNOWN USER - ERROR - UNAUTHORISED ACCESS - - OVERRIDE ACCEPTED - USER "WIND IN THE GRASS" LOGIN SUCCESSFUL - Listen and understand. This file is seen by The Gathered and judgment is made. Humans cannot be trusted, their words are often false, but the same can be true of The Broc. In this case it is agreed that Milk Of The Earth is a liar and a murderer. At the dawn of her greatest discovery, our beloved Tooth Of The Water was betrayed by her own blood. Her body is given the honours of a champion and her memory is celebrated at each Feast Of Heroes. The murderer is punished by The Way Of The Third Angel. These events bring shame to us, but must not be forgotten. Doctor Edna Kowal is returned to her people with the gratitude of The Broc and charged with delivering our message to Humanity: "We wish no quarrel with mankind, the planet Earth is yours and you may keep it. Yet you must not be reckless. Though far removed they may be, the Badgers of your world are likely our own kin. We reserve the right to study our past and it is our responsibility to ensure the protection of our distant relations. Should these interests be threatened, The Broc are entitled to intervene." These are the words of Wind In The Grass, First Ambassador of the Crossroads. Listen and understand. Footnotes 1. Meles Meles 2. Interstellar Anomalies Unit 3. SCP-6240 4. SCP-4612 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6353" by Woolen Eyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6353. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Item#: 6354 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Personnel stationed at Site-56 are to be made aware of SCP-6354 before 06/30 of a given year. Rooms C114 and B106 are to be used for storage. Description: SCP-6354 is an intangible humanoid entity resembling the late Dr. Maya Warren. It manifests annually at Thaumaturgical Research Site-56 and carries out the actions taken by Dr. Warren on 06/30/2015. It can be interacted with to a limited degree, given these interactions do not interfere with its routine. Upon exiting the building, it will demanifest. Addendum 6354-01: A list of the actions taken by SCP-6354. 07:02 SCP-6354 manifests at the front entrance of Site-56 and walks towards Hallway C. 07:14 SCP-6354 arrives at room C114 and sits down. It proceeds to mimic typing. 08:05 SCP-6354 walks towards room B106 and executes an undetermined series of actions. 12:33 SCP-6354 enters the site cafeteria and eats quickly. 12:46 SCP-6354 enters the break room and produces a cellphone from its pocket. It smiles and carries out the motions of text messaging. 13:10 SCP-6354 returns to room B106. 17:31 SCP-6354 approaches the front entrance of Site-56 and demanifests. Addendum 6354-02: Text messages between Dr. Warren and Dr. Phoebe Cook. 06/26/2015 18:04 Dr. Warren: Phoebe Dr. Warren: Phoebe did you hear? Dr. Cook: ? Dr. Warren: Supreme Court Declares Same-Sex Marriage Legal in All 50 States Dr. Cook: yay! Dr. Warren: We should do something to celebrate Dr. Cook: i'm busy over the weekend Dr. Warren: Maybe Tuesday? Dr. Cook: sure Dr. Cook: let's figure something out later 06/27/2015 16:23 Dr. Cook: seal Dr. Warren: Seals Dr. Warren: Where is that? Dr. Cook: somewhere in California Dr. Warren: Cool! 06/29/2015 06:31 Dr. Warren: Let me know when you get here Dr. Cook: 30 minutes 06/29/2015 06:59 Dr. Cook: here Dr. Warren: 👍 Dr. Warren: Meet me in C120 06/30/2015 12:30 Dr. Cook: wyd 06/30/2015 12:46 Dr. Warren: On break Dr. Warren: Excited for tonight! Dr. Cook: i have something for you Dr. Warren: I'll have to pick it up later Dr. Cook: <3 06/30/2015 14:21 Dr. Cook: have to work late tonight Dr. Cook: i'll meet you there 06/30/2015 17:40 Dr. Warren: Got it 06/30/2015 18:45 Dr. Cook: where are you Dr. Cook: you can't hide from me Dr. Cook: Maya Dr. Cook: are you ok Dr. Cook: Maya Dr. Cook: Maya please Dr. Warren passed away in a fatal car accident on 06/30/2015 and was found by Dr. Cook. Initial investigation of the area revealed evidence of a thaumaturgical ritual, and an investigation is currently in place. Addendum 6354-03: A transcription of security camera footage displaying the end of a manifestation event. [BEGIN LOG, 06/30/2018 17:32] [SCP-6354 approaches the front entrance of Site-56. Dr. Cook runs towards SCP-6354.] Dr. Cook: Wait! Stop! [SCP-6354 stops and turns its head.] Dr. Cook: Can't you stay this time? Just… for a bit. SCP-6354: For a bit. I can't stay forever. [Cook attempts to grab SCP-6354's hand; however, her hand passes through.] Dr. Cook: Why do you keep coming back? SCP-6354: I… don't know. Dr. Cook: I'm so sorry. If I had just- SCP-6354: This isn't your fault. We all go eventually. Dr. Cook: No, it wasn't your time! If I had gone with you, you would… SCP-6354: It's okay. Dr. Cook: I never got to say goodbye. I never… [Dr. Cook opens her left hand to reveal a ring in her palm.] [A pause.] SCP-6354: I'm… sorry. [SCP-6354 turns towards the doors.] Dr. Cook: No, please, don't leave! Not yet! SCP-6354: I love you, Phoebe. [SCP-6354 approaches the doors and disappears.] [END LOG, 17:34] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6354" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6354. 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: seal Author: NebulousStar License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains financial and psychological abuse, implications of suicide, extreme antisemitism, and harm to children. ⚠️ content warning CLASSIFIED BY THE FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT If you have accessed this document without FSD authorization, shut down your terminal and remain where you are. We know how to find you. Threat Level: Yellow SCP-6355 (bottom center-right.) Special Containment Procedures: Per its contract, SCP-6355 is entitled to an annual wage of £25.000 before taxes. It is further entitled to a personalized healthcare package, tailored to its unique physiology and exclusively to be employed at Foundation clinics. SCP-6355's containment cell has been moved to the edge of the GBENWM-Site-02 Containment Wing, and is retrofitted with the amenities appropriate for an employee of its station. Twice per day, SCP-6355 is permitted to occupy the body of a coworker as they take their meals; to this end, at least three employees of the Fire Suppression Department must be on kosher meal plans at any one time. Further benefits have been provided to SCP-6355: SCP-6355 may make purchase requests, either for its cell, its media library, or as gifts. On Friday nights, SCP-6355 is permitted to occupy the body of brain-dead personnel to attend worship services. Once per month, SCP-6355 is permitted to travel to a city within 200 km, provided it occupies a member of, and allows itself to be escorted by, Mobile Task Force Sigma-25 ("Ghostbusters") reserve personnel. SCP-6355's use of its anomalous abilities in the process of work will not be counted as breaches of containment. Should SCP-6355 leave its position with the Fire Suppression Department, see Document 6355-Q for secondary containment procedures. Description: SCP-6355 is an abnormal instance of Spectral Entity Of Interest-040 ("Mazzikim"), i.e. an invisible, non-sentient spirit associated with deleterious spectral activity. Unlike baseline instances, SCP-6355 is uniquely sapient and self-directed, irrespective of background Malakhic Radiation. SCP-6355 identifies itself as a remnant of "Avigail", a Jewish resident of late 12th-century York. Previously, SCP-6355 resided within Beth Ahm Yisrael, a Conservative Jewish synagogue1. SCP-6355 is capable of inducing physical, mental, and spiritual distress upon sapient subjects. This form of malicious behavior is typical of Mazzikim; however, SCP-6355's sapience allows it far greater control over its ministrations. At present, SCP-6355 is employed with the Fire Suppression Department. ► ENCOUNTER-6355-A ▼ ACCESS GRANTED ENCOUNTER-6355-A DATE: 24/01/2000 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] MTF-Σ25 and Researcher Cunningham enter Site-6355-A through the north synagogue entryway. The group proceed down the nave, and begin setting up their equipment in the chancel. Footage begins to distort. MTF-Σ25-01 through MTF-Σ25-04 slow their work, and become fixated on their own bodies. Gradually, all MTF members begin frantically brushing, waving, and scratching at their uniforms. Researcher Cunningham only stares at their hand. Command: Report. Captain, report. MTF-Σ25-01|Watts: Bugs. There are- (static, frantic scratching over coms) bugs in our suits, Command! Command: Ground yourself, Captain. Feed shows no "bugs" anywhere. Listen to me, you're perfectly- Feed is interrupted by static. Once re-established, feed shows MTF-Σ25 and Researcher Cunningham covered in welts, blisters, and dark bruises. MTF-Σ25-03 begins to shake. Researcher Cunningham: Fascinating. MTF-Σ25-01|Watts: Command, equipment says this is an SEI Mazzikin. We should not be here without a ritual chalice… Command: Negative, Captain. A Mazzikin would have immediately- Unknown Voice: (From all directions) HERETICS. BUTCHERS. SUFFER AS I HAVE SUFFERED. FLEE IN THE MERCY I WAS NEVER SHOWN. MTF-Σ25-01|Watts: Command, subject is sentient. Repeat, this is a sentient Mazzikin. We're retreating. Move out - I said move out, now! MTF-Σ25 and Researcher Cunningham quickly evacuate Site-6355-A. Cunningham pauses briefly in the main atrium, looking back. The figure of a young girl is seen hovering over the Altar. Researcher Cunningham: Yes. I think this will do. [END LOG] ADDENDUM-6355-001 Following this interaction, Researcher Cunningham drafted a project proposal to the Fire Suppression Department to communicate, and headhunt SCP-6355. This proposal was accepted, pending SCP-6355's compliance. ► INTERVIEW-6355-A ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-A DATE: 27/01/2000 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] Video begins. The blood of a properly slaughtered sheep is poured into a silver chalice, and a Malakhic Entity is called to occupy it. Shortly thereafter, a drop of pig's blood is mixed into the chalice, rendering it ritually unclean; the resulting Akiva vacuum forces SCP-6355 to occupy its place. SCP-6355: You insult me. Cunningham: I'm sorry, Avigail. Truly. We had to ensure our own safety. SCP-6355: Ridiculous notion. There's terror to be had. G-d willing, there's terror to be had. Cunningham: You don't think you've spread enough already, Avigail? SCP-6355: I don't. You don't talk quite like them. Your skin's darker. Bet they did to your kind what they did to me. Still, you're with them. You'd set fire to the tower all the same. Researcher Cunningham nods, remaining silent for several seconds while they write something in their notebook. Cunningham: (…) So, how does it make you feel? SCP-6355: Don't feel anything. Burnt off. Cunningham: Not literally, Avigail. When you terrorize a human, be it sickness, madness… any kind of mortal terror, what goes on in your mind? You do have a mind, no? SCP-6355: I. SCP-6355 pauses, and remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Good. Feels good. Feels right. "Hashem yikkom damam", I believe they call it. Cunningham: Excellent. Researcher Cunningham nods, and jots something into their notebook. Cunningham: So, what if I told you that your terror isn't as much of a problem as the last two weeks might have lead you to believe? SCP-6355's vessel rattles. SCP-6355: Should've known. Should've known. They were lambs. You want this too. Cunningham: I suppose I do, Avigail; If you'll oblige. SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Tell me what. [END LOG] DOCUMENT-FSD-6355-01 FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 1 | Next > SUBJECT: Researcher Darcy Badakar HAZARD: Subject suffering from nightmares following recent containment breach, has indicated a subsequent willingness to leave Foundation service to her psychiatrist. PROPOSAL: Allow SCP-6355 to possess Researcher Badakar in her sleep. Replace nightmares with mundane visions. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Archivist Mariam Mikhail HAZARD: Subject takes inefficiently long lunch breaks. PROPOSAL: Have SCP-6355 induce a mild nausea in Archivist Mikhail when necessary. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Dr. Yaashika Ellis HAZARD: While subject presently poses no issue to Foundation operations, she has been caught researching content related to the Industrial Workers of the World on her personal devices. PROPOSAL: Direct SCP-6355 to interfere with her personal research, creating time-consuming mistakes for the subject to correct. RESULT: FAILURE OBSERVATION: Subject has begun paying dues to the IWW. Site-02 staff are to be monitored for further organization attempts. FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 3 | Next > SUBJECT: Chaplain Amiram Shiloh HAZARD: Subject appears to be undergoing a crisis of faith. PROPOSAL: Call upon Chaplain Shiloh to exorcise SCP-6355 from Agent Carver. Reward subject considerably for his work. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Senior Researcher Elio Bucak HAZARD: Subject found to be organizing a union petition for Site-02; his experience with containing SCP-9A6 renders him irreplaceable. PROPOSAL: Train SCP-6355 on impersonating the voices of Researcher Bucak's coworkers. When in the presence of coworkers, direct it to whisper sections from Document-S02-Bucak to the subject. Monitor, and encourage dissent within the group. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Researcher Julia Kahn HAZARD: Subject found to be gradually packing her belongings into her personal vehicle. PROPOSAL: Direct SCP-6355 to tamper with the wiring of the subject's vehicle, followed by household electrical failures and minor physical accidents. Intercept at next psychiatric evaluation. RESULT: SUCCESS ADDENDUM-6355-037 On February 28th, 2000, the revised SCP-6355 employment project was approved by the Fire Suppression Department, and subsequently enacted throughout Site-02. A review of the first three weeks indicated that SCP-6355's efficacy had surpassed that of the previous system by a considerable amount: transfer and resignation requests were withdrawn 23% faster, and employee disobedience was reduced by as much as 37%. ► INTERVIEW-6355-D ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-D DATE: 22/03/2000 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] Summoning ritual is performed. SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Interesting work. Cunningham: Ah, so you enjoy it. SCP-6355: Makes me think. Haven't thought in ages. Just fire, waiting to hurt something. Feel… useful. Cunningham: That's good to hear, Avigail. Truly. You're doing excellent work. Director Cunningham rights their papers. Cunningham: Are you satisfied with your new accommodations? SCP-6355: No. Want my body back. Rest, maybe. Feels… weird, like this. Director Cunningham nods, and remains silent for several seconds. Director Cunningham: How would you feel about someone else's body? SCP-6355: I… want my own. Director Cunningham: In the interim, though. Unused bodies are somewhat difficult to procure. We'll see what we can do. For now, keep up the good work. SCP-6355: See what I can do. [END LOG] NOTES: Containment permissions have been updated. DOCUMENT-FSD-6355-02 FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 14 | Next > SUBJECT: Agent Ozioma Jelanie HAZARD: Subject has developed a habit of oversleeping. PROPOSAL: Induce nightmares in subject through SCP-6355. Begin with mundane night terrors, then escalate until subject adheres to a proper schedule. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: D-5952 HAZARD: Subject exhibits unwillingness to accept post-sentencing employment offer. PROPOSAL: Offer insurance coverage for Mycoxonadryl following severe infection by SCP-6355. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Technician Musa Nkosi HAZARD: Subject is frustrated by recent pay cuts, and has been posting to various employment sites. PROPOSAL: Induce extreme anxiety through SCP-6355 during future posting. Intercept all job offers, and edit to include reduced pay and intrusive personal questioning. RESULT: SUCCESS FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 38 | Next > SUBJECT: Technician Larry Vischer HAZARD: Director Rushdoony believes the subject's wife is encouraging him to reduce his workload. PROPOSAL: Induce delusions in Mrs. Vischer through SCP-6355, and embed agent in neighborhood to recognize said delusions. Have local authorities commit Mrs. Vischer for her own safety. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Dr. Darryl Loyd HAZARD: Subject has submitted his 6th letter of resignation. PROPOSAL: Distort subject's perception to keep him from physically leaving Site-02. Erase all evidence of resignation attempts. Dismiss subject's experiences as delusions. RESULT: FAILURE OBSERVATION: Nets should be installed along the edges of Site-02 Facility-C. SUBJECT: Agent Mansour Noori HAZARD: Subject successfully defected to an independent ORIA cell. PROPOSAL: MTF-σ25 set to re-contain SCP-6355 and Agent Noori. Obfuscate the deaths of his cellmates through conventional means. RESULT: SUCCESS FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 87 | Next > SUBJECT: Janitor Jason Woods HAZARD: A workplace accident has damaged nerves in the subject's left leg, causing them "extreme" pain. Subject looking for a less physically-intensive position. PROPOSAL: Insufficiently treat SCP-6355-induced gangrene. Amputate leg; replace with company prosthesis. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Dr. Rivka Yarkoni HAZARD: Subject considering leaving the Foundation to work in an above-veil clinic, wishes to spend more time with her daughters. PROPOSAL: Transfer remaining clinicians to separate projects. Train Dr. Yarkoni in treating Mazzikinian Parafungal Encephalopathy, then assign her to the treatment of juvenile female patients. Escalate patient symptoms whenever Dr. Yarkoni expresses a desire to leave. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: SCP-6355 HAZARD: Subject no longer wishes to work for the Foundation. PROPOSAL: [The Fire Suppression Department has convened to discuss further action.] RESULT: PENDING ► INTERVIEW-6355-H ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-D DATE: 25/10/2005 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6355: My body. Cunningham: Hm? What about it, Avigail? SCP-6355: I want my body. A body. Out. I want my body, and I want to leave. You promised. Cunningham: I assure you, we're working on it. Truly. Please, be patient. SCP-6355: Liar. False witness. Traitor. Bearing the weight of your sins. Have decency, Cunningham. Cunningham: Do you feel guilty, Avigail? SCP-6355: It weighs on me. I don't have a body. 173 bones in your body, you can stand up. I have no bones, Cunningham. I feel every sin. Cunningham: You've performed admirably, Avigail. I don't see why— SCP-6355: Spineless fucking coward! Video footage begins to distort. SCP-6355: Have you cried for the Temple? Have you mourned the countless dead? Have you begged anyone to forgive you? How I'd love to be able to drop to hands and knees, beg forgiveness for the excess vengeance I've extracted on your part! Give me this! Let it not be in vain! Video footage is consumed by static, before gradually returning to normal. Both remain silent in the interim. Site Director Cunningham clears their throat. Cunningham: This is very upsetting behavior, 6355. You've been an exemplary asset to this department up until now, and I think we continue to do good work. Truly. Now, are you going to comply? SCP-6355: No. Site Director Cunningham nods. Cunningham: Very well. [END LOG] NOTES: Containment procedures have been updated. SUBJECT: SCP-6355 HAZARD: SCP-6355 no longer wishes to work for the Foundation. PROPOSAL: Engage secondary containment procedures. RESULT: SUCCESS ADDENDUM-6355-031: DOCUMENT-6355-Q Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6355 is to be sealed within a 2x1m fire-proof casket, kept inside a live incinerator at all times. The Foundation Department of Cremation Services has been instructed to inscribe a Gematrian binding to all cadavers slated for incineration, and ensure SCP-6355 is forcibly possessing said corpse prior to burning. A two-way speaker has been installed within SCP-6355's casket, connected directly to the Department of Fire Suppression. Footnotes 1. Hereafter purchased by the Foundation, and known as Site-6355-A. 2. Blood supply exhausted for domestic sheep (extinct). ► INTERVIEW-6355-SF ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-ZN DATE: 28/02/2080 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] Video begins. The blood of a properly slaughtered, prion-free stag2 is poured into a silver chalice, and a Malakhic Entity is called to occupy it. Shortly thereafter, a drop of pig's blood is mixed into the chalice, rendering it ritually unclean; the resulting Akiva vacuum forces SCP-6355 to occupy its place. Cunningham: Hello, SCP-6355. SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Hi. Cunningham: How's work? SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Fine. Cunningham: That's good to hear, 6355. Truly. Controller Cunningham looks down at their papers, righting them, then continues. Cunningham: Congratulations on your 80th year with the Fire Suppression Department. You've done some excellent work. Truly. Now, we've been- SCP-6355: Can I stop? Cunningham: Working on- Hm? SCP-6355: Can I just… stop? I'm ancient, not stupid. This isn't efficient, or rational, or right with Him. I know I'm never getting my body back, so… how much longer do I have to do this? When can I stop? Both remain silent for several seconds. Cunningham: We've been working on a new slate of tasks for you, 6355. You'll find your instructions in the usual- SCP-6355: I don't want to do this anymore. I want to stop. The Controller pauses, aligning a pencil on their desk. Cunningham: So you'd like to go back into the fire, then. SCP-6355: No. No. Cunningham: Do you want to go back into the fire? SCP-6355: No. No, I— Cunningham: Because if you don't want to work anymore, 6355, I'll have to send you back into the fire. Is that what you want? SCP-6355 is inert for a moment, then begins shaking. Spectral dimensions reduce 28.6%. A soft moaning, and quiet sobbing persists for two minutes. The Controller organizes their stack of files. Cunningham: Are you ready to get back to work, 6355? SCP-6355: (quietly, while sobbing) Bring me back to the tower… give me to Sheol… Cunningham: Answer me, 6355. Are you ready to get back to work? 3 seconds of silence. SCP-6355: Y-… yes. I am. Cunningham: Good. I'm very glad to hear that. Controller Cunningham reaches over, and places a green stamp on the corner of the topmost document. Cunningham: Truly. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6355" by UraniumEmpire, T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6355. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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close Info X 'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body I've grown tired of this body Fall apart without me body ( Body - Mother Mother ) SCP-6356 - Take my Body Away From Me, Not Like I Need it Anymore. Image Troutmaskreplica's author page SCP-6356's place of discovery. Item #: SCP-6356 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6356 is contained in a standard Bio-hazard containment cell at Site-315. Maintenance activities, involving three D-Class personnel in hazmat suits, are scheduled biweekly for cleaning purposes. Description: SCP-6356 is a large, vaguely spherical amalgamation of organs, bones, and flesh approximately 3 meters in height. SCP-6356 appears to be sentient, frequently moaning in apparent pain. SCP-6356's only discernible, fully functioning organ is a phallus. SCP-6356 occasionally speaks through unknown means in a masculine voice, often followed by sobbing. It appears to not respond to outside stimuli. While communicating, SCP-6356 exudes a thick fluid composed out of blood and semen. SCP-6356 was originally discovered in the personal room of ███ Greenfield, currently aged 25.1 She reported it appearing within her closet, sobbing and covering her clothing in a variety of bodily fluids. Since initial containment, SCP-6356 has been repeating only the following line, interjected with sobbing: I won't ever be her. I'm sorry. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-7921 (+40) • SCP-5796 (+101) • SCP-7973 (+68) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-1305 (+78) • SCP-6862 (+76) • SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-5315 (+41) • SCP-8420 (+77) • Tales/GoI Formats Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • VILE (+38) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • Freefall (+26) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • scatterbrained. (+49) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • The Son You Love (+50) • in her arms, (+35) • Other Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • A timely death. (+19) • Footnotes 1. SCP-6356 is genetically identical to Greenfield. The implications of this are currently under review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6356" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6356. 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: herhouse.jpg Name: A rural house - geograph.org.uk - 5788166.jpg Author: N Chadwick License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Dr Lerche The Assimilator Hello readers, This is my first ever SCP article on the site and was sent as a 6kon entry, and what a wild ride it was. It's also the first of my stuff to reach 100+ rating, therefore it has a very special place in my heart. Special thanks to everyone who upvoted this and the absolute legends who brought it back from the brink of deletions. I am truly grateful. Be sure to check out the discussions tab for more info and author commentary. I do hope you enjoy this. If you do, please do consider an upvote, and maybe nice little comment. Will make my day. If there are any technical or SPaG issues, please do tell me in the discussions tab. I will try my very best to fix them. If you would like to see more of my works, visit my authorpage: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/lerche-s-merchant-shop-inn Have a great day. Item#: 6357 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo The aftermath of SCP-6357 feeding. Containment Procedures: SCP-6357 is contained in a high-strength humanoid containment chamber. The entrance to the containment chamber consists of a BSL-41 hermetically sealed airlock and biological decontamination chamber. Personnel are to inspect the containment chamber regularly for signs of damage or leaks in the airlock seals. SCP-6357 is not allowed direct contact with living organisms. Standard human meals are to be provided to SCP-6357 four times a day with nutrition supplements prescribed by an on-site nutritionist, however once a week a fresh large animal carcass is to be provided. Revised Containment Procedures -25/6/2019 SCP-6357 is currently uncontained and its exact location unknown. Foundation affiliates in the healthcare and biomedical fields are to propagate and later maintain the paradigm that advancements in medical science will lead to the increase of life and health spans, as well as immunity of humanity, in the future. A large-scale disinformation campaign will be carried out to reinforce mainstream awareness of this paradigm. Field operatives are to investigate incidents of attacks on livestock and witness accounts of SCP-6357 to determine its location. These cases are to be attributed to other causes and footage is to be confiscated or declared as hoaxes, and amnestics provided to the witnesses. Standard biohazard procedures are to be used when dealing with SCP-6357-1A. Destruction of the material is advised. If encountered, personnel are ordered to avoid all contact with SCP-6357 and report its location. The Narendran test will be implemented in the blood test as part of Foundation mandatory pre-employment screening. Description: SCP-6357 is a shape-shifting entity consisting of cells similar to normal animal cells, with little to no presence of senescence2; and enhanced regenerative properties. The entity is also immune to all known diseases. These traits come at the cost of SCP-6357 needing a disproportionately high level of sustenance compared to the size of its form. SCP-6357 can obtain sustenance through the consumption of prepared food, but also has a tendency to hunt and scavenge when food is not available. SCP-6357 will deviate from its form to become a red mist-like mass to hunt or scavenge. In this form, SCP-6357 can pass through any barrier with openings or pores more than 1μm in diameter. Once the mass is in contact with the prey, it encompasses the body and strips organic tissue and nutrients from the host leaving behind only a husk of bone and hair. The entity has also been witnessed producing tendrils to aid in the feeding process. This can be done to multiple prey simultaneously. Once sated, SCP-6357 reverts to its original form. Addendum 1: Discovery The Foundation had been alerted to anomalous activity in South Asia3 through the Anomalous Signature Recognition Program (A.S.R.P) in 1995. Multiple livestock killings, as well as body-snatching4 incidents in burial grounds and mortuaries throughout the region, were reported. The skeletons and hair were the only remains recovered in all cases. Witnesses of incidents in rural areas have described a red mist similar to an insect swarm approaching the animals before disappearing from the scene after some time. Based on the widespread yet endemic nature of and the time frame between the cases, the entity appears to live a nomadic lifestyle. In 2007, reports of anomalous activity in North Korea were brought to the Foundation's attention, providing significant insight into the origin and behavior of SCP-6357. These reports described a large canid creature, dubbed the Hellhound, attacking Korean People's Army troops in forest regions. MTF Eta-3 "Night Phantoms" were deployed in response. While investigating these reports, Eta-3 narrowed down SCP-6357's location to the forests of North Hamgyong, before it evaded capture. At the scene of their last encounter with SCP-6357, a tattered dog collar was left behind and later identified as one used for Military Working Dogs of the K.P.A. Later, Eta-6 learned of an ongoing manhunt for two dog handlers who had supposedly deserted. Upon deliberation by MTF headquarters, Eta-3 was ordered to locate these deserters before the North Korean Government could. On 6/2/2007, the two soldiers were located in a small village and taken into custody. The following is the interrogation of the men at a Foundation safe house: Interviewed: [Detainee A and B, names withheld] Interviewer: [Agent Jeon] Foreword: [The soldiers were escorted to an MTF safehouse. The interview was conducted in Korean, translated for convenience] <Begin Log> Detainee A: I would like to say, thank you. May I ask whom do you work for? Agent Jeon: Doesn't matter. All you have to know is that we will provide you safe passage to South Korea, in exchange for information. Detainee B: How do we trust you? Agent Jeon: Well we could easily hand you over to the authorities, but we did not. You are a potential asset for us, so just answer these questions and we will help you seek asylum. Am I clear? (Detainee B remains silent for a moment before nodding.) Agent Jeon: Good! Do you know anything about the Hellhound? Detainee B: Of course! That monster has been killing our men like it's nothing. We make sure we're not in the forest every chance we get. Agent Jeon: When our team attacked the creature, it dropped this. (Agent Jeon places an evidence bag with a torn dog collar in it on the table.) Agent Jeon: Recognise this? Detainee B: (Examines the collar then turns to Detainee A) Dal?!…It.. no…It makes sense…he… Agent Jeon: What makes sense? Detainee A: (Silence, then turns to interviewer) We were dog handlers, along with our colleague. Dal was the name of his dog. One day, Dal started acting weirdly, like he was mad. Lt. Kang, our colleague…he tried to control Dal. Thing is, the dog bit him and ran off. We tried to chase him but he disappeared into the forest. Agent Jeon: When was this? Detainee B: Two…three months ago. Agent Jeon: How are you so sure that it became the Hellhound? Detainee B: Dal would never turn on his owner, and Kang… he got treatment and seemed fine. Then the three of us went on holiday. We stayed at an inn at Kaesong. That's where the problem started. Agent Jeon: Problem? Detainee B: That night, we woke up to some groaning coming from the bathroom. We saw that he was not in his bed. Detainee A: I thought it was something to do with the dog bite, so we went to check on him. He sounded bad so we tried opening the door. It was locked, so we bashed it down. Then we saw him. Agent Jeon: Continue. (The two men exchanged looks and remained silent.) Agent Jeon: What happened in that bathroom? Detainee A: He…he was… Detainee B: He was very…wrong. Agent Jeon: What do you mean by "very wrong"? Detainee B: I have seen sick people sir, but not that sick! He was contorted on the floor and had these bumps growing on his chest. And his face was….was… Agent Jeon: You mean disfigured? Detainee A: No, Sir. It was not his face! It was like his face was being replaced by another face, growing from one side to the other. Agent Jeon: Then what happened? Detainee A: He saw us and jumped out the window. We looked out to see him scramble into the forest. After some time, we reported to our superiors. Detainee B: Now we are being hunted. That damn dog gave him something! And they know it! <End Log> Closing Statement: [The two soldiers were administered Class C amnestics and arrangements were made to send them to Hanawon5.] Suspecting an infectious agent was at play, the Foundation began to investigate further. The Foundation would later receive a file from an anonymous source within the KPA. The file contained information detailing a bioweapons development program that took place at an underground research facility at 41.2780° N, 129.0874° E. Among the information was a log intercepted by Bureau 1216 which was sent to an unidentified receiver. It is unknown how the informant came to know about the Foundation. The events have been classified Incident 6357-1. The following has been translated from Korean. | 0210200601:26Z | PRIORITY TRAFFIC | TO: jinji | FROM: qilin | RE: HELP I hope you receive this. Please read it and do something. My name is Dr Cho Myong-Nok. I am a researcher at Punggye-ri Biological Research Site. For the past 6 months, we have been researching potential bioweaponry as well as ways to improve the effectiveness and survivability of our soldiers in combat. The nexus of the experiments was a detainee sent here. We discovered his unprecedented regenerative abilities, as well as the ability to spread out into a swarm of what we found out, were his cells to strip organic matter in seconds. We thought we could use him as an asset. We were stupid. During one of the procedures, we attempted to extract cells from the subject. Suddenly he began behaving aggressively and assaulted one of the researchers. Previously we've been using toxin sprays to make him submissive in cases like this, to great effect. But that day…it did not work. In a panic, one of the soldiers fired upon the subject, who attacked him. This made the others open fire causing it to swarm out. I watched that thing kill everyone in his testing chamber and simply move out the door. We tried to stop it…. believe me we did… but he was uncontrollable, he…he kept re-growing no matter what we did. We were tricked! The toxins only made it angrier. Wherever the swarm went, it reduced every living thing to bones. The whole site has been locked down. It has been 2…maybe 3 days. Few survivors along with myself have locked ourselves in the South-West wing. I think we are the only ones left. We are running on emergency power and rations are low. We are deep underground and the exit is on the other side so I don't think anyone is coming. I am so sorry for what we have done. I am sorry. If this message gets intercepted…which it probably will…Comrade please, we need to destroy this thing. If it escapes, this country and the world will be like those skeletons. Forgive me. Realising the threat, government officials elected to destroy the research site with a nuclear device, providing a cover story claiming the detonation was a result of a nuclear weapons test. The description of the bioweapon's effects coincided with the cases of livestock killings in South Asia and thus was concluded to be related. It was also noted that the time of Lt. Kang's transformation coincided with the detonation of the bomb, suggesting that the entity had managed to take over the soldier's body, via its cells transmitted from Dal, upon its death; and that the Hellhound was a mutated Dal. The Hellhound was later successfully terminated by Eta-3 on 12/6/2007. However, the entity, disguised as Lt. Kang, had escaped into South Korea and had become untraceable by the time the MTF landed in North Korea. Addendum 2: Capture In 2012, the entity was located in Bangalore, India when local police detained a suspicious man found roaming near a local burial ground. An Inspector recognised the man as a family friend whose body went missing in a case 30 years prior. After a fingerprint check was ordered and confirmed the Inspector’s suspicions, a Foundation mole assigned to the station took notice and reported the incident. Field agents disguised as Central Bureau of Investigation (C.B.I)7 officers were sent to the station to retrieve the entity. All those with knowledge of the entity were amnesticised and evidence of its arrest was destroyed. The entity was cooperative while being detained. SCP-6357 was transferred to Area-12, taking the appearance of the deceased man: a South-Indian male in his mid-twenties, 1.83m in height. The SCP has been observed to be very curious and has a profound interest and understanding of biology. Interactions between personnel and the entity have generally been affable. However, it tends to become distressed when ignored. Level 4 researcher, Dr. Harish Narendran was placed in charge of SCP-6357. + INTERVIEW LOGS - INTERVIEW LOGS Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran Foreword: [Interview was performed from outside of SCP-6357's living chamber with hermetically sealed bulletproof glass in between as a barrier. SCP-6357 sat at the table wearing a red hooded jacket, silently looking around. It shifted its attention to Dr. Narendran as he sat on the other side of the glass.] <Begin Log: 24/5/2012> Dr. Narendran: Good morning. My name is Dr. Harish Narendran, and I will be interviewing you today. Are you comfortable? SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. I am all right. Dr Narendran: Wonderful. Now, I would like to ask you a few questions. SCP-6357: Proceed. Dr. Narendran: What is your name? SCP-6357: (Pauses) I do not know. Dr. Narendran: You do not know your name? SCP-6357: I do not remember Doctor. I have taken so many that I have forgotten my own. Dr. Narendran: Explain? SCP-6357: All my life I can only recall the taking on the identities of others. Dr. Narendran: How did you get these identities? SCP-6357: Scavenging. I got them from the dead. Dr. Narendran: Do you keep all the identities you take? SCP-6357: Yes…Would you like to see an example? Dr Narendran: (cocks head) Sure. SCP-6357: (Appearance slowly alters into middle-aged man of Pashtun descent) See. Dr. Narendran: Interesting! SCP-6357: I can do more. (Proceeds to transform into a young woman approximately in her 20's of Nepalese descent) Dr Narendran: (Writes in notebook) SCP-6357: You want more. Dr. Narendran: I think that wou…. (Sighs) Fine. SCP-6357: Alright (Turns into a striped hyena and growls) Dr. Narendran: OH GOD! (Falls off chair) SCP-6357: Don't be scared, it is I. Dr. Narendran: (Gets back on the chair) I think that would be enough. SCP-6357: Alright. (Turns back into a South Indian man) Dr. Narendran: I want to clarify a few things. SCP-6357: Go ahead. Dr. Narendran: Most of your sightings have been occurring in South Asia. How did you end up in North Korea? SCP-6357: Well doctor, as a human I work in jobs that allow me to travel across the subcontinent. I prefer not to stay in one place. One of those jobs was at a shipping firm in India at the time. Dr. Narendran: Continue. SCP-6357: One of our trips was to South Korea. It was supposed to be only a three-week trip and I had prepared adequately. Besides, I had travelled across water before, so why not? (Sigh) Dr. Narendran: Let me guess… SCP-6357: (Chuckles) Yeah…on the way back, a storm hit and we lost our bearings. The ship turned straight in North Korean waters. We only knew when suddenly we were being bombarded with shells. All I remember from then is being blown off the ship, then waking up…. more accurately woken up by soldiers on the beach. Dr. Narendran: What happened after that? SCP-6357: Well, I was detained along with a few other survivors and sent to a detention camp. There, they interrogated me. I did not understand anything they said but they really didn't like me. Then they realised I was different, presumably because I did not stay a bloody pulp, and the next thing I knew, I was being sent to some underground lab. Something like this place, actually. The rest I presume you already know. Dr. Narendran: Yes, we know about the incident at the research facility, but talking to you now, I would not have expected you to do it if I did not have prior knowledge. SCP-6357: I'll take that as a compliment. It is mostly thanks to you….your higher level of prudence. Dr. Narendran: Hmmm..what do you mean? SCP-6357: You did your homework and learned about my hunger, therefore you provided me an adequate amount of food. Those fools didn't. Again something like this place, only less competent, but I digress. I became more and more agitated, and the fact I did not like the things being done to me did not help. Then one day the situation escalated and I hit one of them. Then they began firing at me and the rest is history. Dr. Narendran: What were the things they did to incur such a response? SCP-6357: Well doctor, I heal quickly, but that does not mean I do not feel pain! Dr. Narendran: Alright, but did you feel any guilt? SCP-6357: Slightly. (ponders) We initially did it purely out of hunger (pauses) but it soon became self defence. When I left the chamber the first thing they did was shoot at me and spray toxins on me. I know that would be an absolutely natural reaction to a "monster", but in hindsight, they were only making it worse. You see, they wanted to use me to cause harm, and did not really have my best interests in mind. I did what I thought was best at the time. Dr. Narendran: I see. May we go to the next question? SCP-6357: Sure. Dr. Narendran: Could you clear up how you infected the soldier? The one you took over after the blast. SCP-6357: (Eyes widen) Infected? How did you know it was an infection? Dr. Narendran: Well with the information we obtained, it was the most logical answer. The dog bit the man. His condition in the inn coincided with the nuclear blast. We… or more so I theorised that based on your description as a swarm of cells, you managed to infect the dog which transferred the cells to the man. Then upon your (quote-unquote) "death", your cells somehow took over the man, thus reviving you. SCP-6357: (Chuckles) Wow! I see why you are quite the big shot here! Dr. Narendran: Thank you, but one question. How did you get the dog? SCP-6357: Come on doctor, it's simple. Before sending me to the facility, I was kept at a dreary-old detention camp. Think. What could have happened? Dr. Narendran: (Ponders for a while) You infected something there…..A rat, probably? SCP-6357: Correct. Dr. Narendran: Then the rat left and got eaten by the dog. SCP-6357: Exactly! Rat gets eaten by dog. Dog bites man. Man becomes host. I am now the man. <End Log> Closing Statement: [Learned that if SCP-6357 sustains severe injury, it starts producing cells rapidly to heal. This results in the entity requiring a lot of energy soon after, which it mitigates by consuming large amounts of food or, in the case of Incident 6357-1, assimilating any creature in its vicinity. SCP-6357 is most volatile in this state, therefore food must be provided to avoid loss of life.] Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran <Begin Log: 2/6/2012> SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. How are you? Dr. Narendran: Good. You. SCP-6357: I am well. Dr. Narendran: So…I was recalling our previous interview…and remembered you referred to yourself as "we" when you attacked the facility. Why? SCP-6357: (Looks up) Because we are we. Dr. Narendran: Pardon? SCP-6357: I did not initially want to kill those people, they did. Dr. Narendran: Who? SCP-6357: My cells. Dr. Narendran: Explain, please? SCP-6357: I am not one thing, doctor. I am many things. We are a bunch of cells taking a form. We interact better this way. Dr. Narendran: So you are a hivemind? SCP-6357: You could say so. Dr. Narendran: And what does this have to do with North Korea? SCP-6357: Doctor, I want you to think of this… Do you eat food? Dr Narendran: (Looks confused) What?! SCP-6357: (Stares at Dr Narendran) Answer the question doctor. Do you eat food? Dr. Narendran: Yes. SCP-6357: Why do you eat food? Dr. Narendran: Because I am hungry. SCP-6357: Why are you hungry? Dr. Narendran: (Pauses, seemingly in thought) Because my body- specifically the cells- requires energy and nutrients. SCP-6357: So who needs the food, you or your cells? Dr Narendran: (Pauses) SCP-6357: The same as in my case, doctor. The difference is, my cells have a lot more autonomy than yours. If the need for sustenance is not satisfied for some time, they will search for it themselves…with no discrimination. <End Log> Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran <Begin Log: 28/11/2016, skipped to 3:23> SCP-6357: I have to say, staying here is not as bad as it seems. Honestly, it's thanks to you. Dr. Narendran: I am a researcher. My job requires me to be professional but it does not mean I have to be always offish. SCP-6357: True. You are a pretty good one too. I mean you must have been damn good at your expertise to be in this place. Dr. Narendran: Hmmm…I admire the flattery. SCP-6357: Haha! Yes…but something must have started this, right? Dr. Narendran: Pardon? SCP-6357: I mean…..no one just wakes up one day and decides to spend the rest of their life studying complex microbiology. Something…or someone…must have inspired you. Dr Narendran: (Silence) Well…..it was someone. My great-grandmother, Raji. She was the strongest woman I have ever met. SCP-6357: Oh that's good. You must be quite lucky to have been with four generations of your family. Dr. Narendran: Yeah. You know if you saw her you would not have thought she was almost a centenarian. In fact, she seemed much younger than everyone her age…I always wondered how she stayed like that. I read more about cells and discovered how fascinating they were, and now I find myself here researching all kinds of weird things. SCP-6357: Fate is strange. Are you still talking to her? Dr. Narendran: Well, she passed away some time ago. SCP-6357: (Looks down) I am sorry. Dr. Narendran: It's ok. SCP-6357: Well, she would be very proud of you. Dr Narendran: (Looks up) Thank you. SCP-6357: Also, because of her I get to interact with you every day. <End Log> - INTERVIEW LOGS + TEST LOGS - TEST LOGS TEST 1 Protocol A sample of SCP-6357-1A was placed in a maze with a food source placed at the end. Results The cells began moving through the pathways of the maze until the food source was found. TEST 2 Protocol The experiment was repeated with the same sample. Results Not only did the cells locate the food source exponentially quicker, but they completely bypassed the obstacles by moving over the maze to get the food. TEST 3 Protocol The experiment was carried out with a different sample of SCP-6357-1A. Results The cells immediately bypassed the maze to get the food source. Notes The cells from the first experiment must have somehow transferred the information to the other cells. TEST 4 Subject D-13678 Protocol A blood sample was extracted from D-13678. SCP-6357 was instructed to absorb the blood and morph into the owner. Results The entity absorbed the blood and in 30 seconds transformed into an exact copy of D-13678. TEST 5 Subject D-24890 Protocol D-24890, a friend of D-13678, was instructed to speak to the entity taking the appearance of D-13678. Results After a brief conversation, D-24890 reported that D-13678 was behaving oddly and did not remember previous topics they spoke about before. Test Log Subject: SCP-6357 Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran Aim: The range of SCP-6357's shape-shifting ability. Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we require you to perform some tasks for research purposes. SCP-6357: Ok. Dr. Narendran: We are testing the range of your shapeshifting abilities, so let's start with some animals, shall we? SCP-6357: (Shows thumbs-up gesture.) Dr. Narendran: Let's begin. Researcher Narendran states the names of certain animals native to South Asia which the entity transforms into. The animals include an Indian Leopard, a Beetal Goat, a Gaolao cow, two Indian Dholes, and a pack of 25 Black Rats. Dr. Narendran: Very good. Now, could you turn into an Asian elephant? SCP-6357: I would not do that. Dr. Narendran: Why? SCP-6357: You see…I could doctor, but I tend to refrain from morphing into very big animals. The bigger I get, the more cells there are, therefore we need more food. Unless you happen to have a truckload of food at your disposal, I don't think you want that many. Dr. Narendran: Noted. SCP-6357: But…I'll make a compromise. SCP-6357 transforms into a baby Asian elephant. [END LOG] Observations: SCP-6357 tends to mainly take the forms of animals roughly the size of the average human male. Transformation to smaller animals results in multiple instances of that animal, which travel in a group. Larger animals require more sustenance to accommodate the new cells. Test Log Subject: SCP-6357 Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran Aim: To test the cellular abilities of SCP-6357. Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber. A live goat was placed in the chamber. 30kg of mutton were also kept on standby in case the entity urgently required sustenance. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we would like to test your regenerative abilities. SCP-6357: Hold on, you me- Dr. Narendran: It will be done under your own volition, or should I say methods. SCP-6357: Fine. I hope you know what you are doing. Dr. Narendran: Don't worry we do. Now, could you remove an appendage? SCP-6357: (Shows left index finger) This finger. SCP-6357 removes the finger from the hand. It shows it to the researcher before placing it back onto the knuckle. The finger reattaches and functions per normal. Dr. Narendran: Ok. Now let's try something bigger. Now we need you to regenerate an appendage completely. Could you remove your right hand? The right hand detaches at the wrist and falls off. Almost immediately, flesh begins the accumulate at the wound, and in approximately 7 seconds a new hand regrows. Functionality is normal. Dr. Narendran: Good, now what hap- The severed right hand begins to animate and moves across the floor in an arachnid manner. SCP-6357 watches the hand. Dr. Narendran: Um…SCP-6357 could you explain what is going on now? SCP-6357: As I said before doctor I am a collection of sentient cells, therefore my hand is now completely sentient. Dr. Narendran: Do you have any control over the organism? SCP-6357: Yes, but I am not controlling it now. Dr. Narendran: Interesting… Do you see the goat with you? SCP-6357: Yes. Dr. Narendran: Your task now is to infect the goat. SCP-6357: Certainly. The severed hand morphs into an arthropod-like creature. Then creature crawls quickly towards the goat and injects it with presumably its cells. The creature then crawls back to the entity. The creature climbs up to SCP-6357's hand and is assimilated back into the entity. SCP-6357: The goat has been infected. Dr. Narendran: Alright that would be all for today. SCP-6357: Can I have the goat? Dr Narendran: (Discusses with researchers) Yeah sure. [END LOG] Observations: SCP-6357 possesses remarkable regenerative capabilities. Moreover, the entity's cells/biomass do not only have sentience but can operate as individual creatures outside of the main body, and that too complex organisms which can respond to and be controlled by SCP-6357 . All biomass from SCP-6357 will be classified as SCP-6357-1A. - TEST LOGS + NOTES: - NOTES Interviews with the entity as well as observations of its behaviour strongly suggest that SCP-6357 is indeed a hivemind of sentient cells. However, there seems to be more to it. It appears that the shape these cells take….the humanoid in our custody and have been interviewing, has taken on its own identity, complete with its own personality and thoughts. I think there are two identities at play here: The shape, and its cells. The former is a by-product of the combined consciousness of these cells which identifies as a separate consciousness, while the latter are the true anomalies with their own needs and wants, not in a parasitic sense but more in the sense of components. SCP-6357 is made up of SCP-6357-1A and therefore requires them to exist, just like how we need our cells to exist, so it is at the mercy of them. I would use a sentient army ant colony as an analogy for the entity. In this case, SCP-6357 is the conscious colony. It is very real and refers to itself as if it were a singular entity, but the term itself is intangible and only can exist when the army ants (the cells) are there as it is made up of them. These cells want to live, and in turn, SCP-6357 needs them to exist, so the two identities have…you could say….made an agreement with each other. These cells, whose primal needs are to feed and survive, keep the entity existing while our sapient entity goes to acquire the food and…blend in, in an organised manner. Honestly, I think we share a lot of similarities with SCP-6357. We too are a consciousness existing because of the organisms we are made of. If they go…well, we cease to exist. Dr. Narendran Addendum 3: 12/4/2018 Area-12 was the target of a Chaos Insurgency raid. A C.I. sleeper agent within the facility initiated a containment breach. Post-breach, it was discovered that C.I. had stolen several samples of anomalous diseases and, more alarmingly, that SCP-6357 had been replaced with a decoy. Security camera footage shows a lone C.I. operative walking towards the Bio-Containment sector. The operative suddenly clutched his head and approximately 10 seconds later became catatonic. The operative then walked to SCP-6357's opened containment unit. There the entity injected him via a bony protrusion from its finger. The operative and SCP-6357 swapped clothing, after which the operative stayed behind while the disguised entity ran off. As it was making its way through the facility, it encountered on-site security officer, Agent Higgins. He confronted the entity, leading to an altercation where the entity managed to a wound, thus infecting the Agent, and subdue him. It was then seen joining the ranks of the other C.I. strike teams and escaping. Agent Higgins was subsequently quarantined and all access codes used by him were revoked. Despite following them, it appears that C.I. does not have the SCP in its possession after the skeletons of multiple C.I. operatives were discovered a few kilometres from the facility. It is believed that the entity now has information on Foundation procedures and tactics, albeit limited, so its recapture will be a challenge. Hosts infected with SCP-6357-1A are now classified SCP-6357-1B. Addendum 4: Two weeks after the incident, a letter was found in Dr. Narendran's office. +ACCESS LETTER - CLOSE LETTER Dear Doctor, I hope you are well and that you have been spared. I want to thank you for the good times I had in containment. You are a remarkable professional and I had a blast working with you. However, I always felt that I have just been put in a more comfortable prison. I will be much happier being free in the world. Remember that conversation we had. About your great-grandmother. You see, I knew her before. Very well before you, your father, and even any of your grandparents were born. She was not always that healthy. She encountered me in the forest. The poor girl had gotten lost and came upon me. I was not that well-fed at the moment. To make matter worse, polio had rendered her lame, making sure she was unable to run. Yet, she was not afraid. I do not know whether I looked that pathetic or something else, but I saw something different in her eyes. There was no fear, merely a cautiousness to her. She put down a sack she carried and opened it and took out some food. I realised this young girl was…offering me her food. It was the first time someone had helped me like that. To everyone else, I was this boogeyman of the forest. I could never eat her, so I made damn sure I was satiated with her offering. I decided to repay her. As a gift, I gave her some of my blood to cure her of her illness. We kept on meeting until she moved somewhere else, promising to keep our little incident a secret, and even though I never got to meet Raji again, I always watched over her and then your family for generations, and for generations, you all enjoyed the fruits of my blessing. Yes Harish, you along with the rest of your family, bear my cells and have helped me spread them. It makes a lot of sense if you consider all the seemingly little things. How you never got sick compared to everyone else outside your family. How you, despite the strains of working in a place like this, never actually took sick leave. How the boy who received your blood made such a quick recovery despite the severity of his accident. That was all us, Harish. I am sorry for hiding this from you for so long. The time was not right. You are just like me, and you are not alone. The blast in North Korea was the first time I tasted mortality. It strengthened my resolve to ensure my existence. Therefore since then, I have made it my mission to infect as many as possible. Now I can safely say you cannot kill me, for I will come back in another form. We will be you. We will be your family. We will be your friends and we will be your enemies. We will be your pets and we will be your pests. We will be your leaders and we will be your subordinates. We will be the one who brings you into the world, and we will be the one who cremates you. I was never afraid to get caught by your Foundation, Harish. Ever since Raji passed I have really wanted to see you, and fate would have it I disguised as the wrong person and got myself caught. Honestly, any one of you would have escorted me out, but maybe for the better, your enemies decided to do so first. All I ask is that you do not look for me, and not to attempt a culling. You will run out of men, and only undo whatever you swore to do. We have given people better lives to live. We have saved countless written off as terminal from the jaws of death. We might be a disease according to your doctrine but to the outside world, it will be taken as more people living longer, healthier lives. As for me, I will walk faceless among men, and continue to exist peacefully alongside humanity. I hope you understand. Yours truly, A friend. Upon the discovery of this letter, Dr. Narendran was reclassified as Class E. + OPERATION BRAHMASTRA - CLOSE Addendum 5: 02/05/2018 BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. OPERATION BRAHMASTRA The revelations detailed in the letter are of major concern. If what SCP-6357 has proclaimed is true, it poses an extreme security risk for Foundation operations. Despite this, we will still have to continue with our efforts. According to what has been researched, the entity cannot take over a host unless it is destroyed. Therefore, non-lethal containment will still be pursued. Research into methods of containment along with ways to identify SCP-6357-1B is of utmost priority. Currently, Researcher Dr. Harish Narendran and his family are to be kept in Foundation custody and monitored. Since the entity has possibly compromised our human manpower, we have authorised the mass production and further development of the Research Assistance Androids (RAAND) project using already available plans and prototypes from Prometheus Labs. In an effort to further reduce the risk of biological compromise, a neural scan of Dr. Narendran is to be integrated with the RAAND Artificial Intelligence. Using Narendran's memories, knowledge, and experience with the entity, the AI will be tasked with research into an effective means of recapture and containment. RAANDs along with regular robots will carry out the required experiments and testing deemed too risky for flesh-based personnel. In addition, the creation of a Mobile Task Force consisting of a more tactical variant of these androids is underway. Designated Tau-15 “Vanguard”, the unit will be authorised to assist in future missions involving SCP-6357. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in a race against time. Godspeed everyone. SCP-6357-1B fall into three categories: Stage Symptoms "DORMANT" SCP-6357-1A resides in the host’s body, mimicking the host's cells to avoid an immune response. Some SCP-6357-1A become neurons to access their host’s memories and receive input from the host’s sensory organs. This information is relayed telepathically to SCP-6357, effectively making SCP-6357-1B a biological surveillance device. "ACTIVE" SCP-6357-1A’s replication rate increases and they fully infect the brain, taking full control of the host. The host’s behaviour changes and it is now under the direct command of SCP-6357. It is semi-sentient and retains the skills of the host as well as the ability to communicate with beings other than SCP-6357. "ACTIVE" SCP-6357-1B can mutate rapidly if sustaining severe injury, however can be killed with conventional weaponry. "REVIVAL" Upon the destruction of SCP-6357, SCP-6357-1A begin rapidly replicating in a particular host, creating tumours that cause temporary disfigurement. In hosts of smaller sizes, the tumours are more noticeable. SCP-6357-1A will also inject their genetic material into the host's cells to further proliferate. The "REVIVAL" process is complete when all of the host's cells have been replaced by SCP-6357-1A, thus creating a 100% copy SCP-6357. This copy retains all the skills and memories of the main body whilst also retaining all those8 of the former host. Any and all personnel who display symptoms of the "ACTIVE" stage of infection are to be terminated immediately and incinerated. Addendum 6: 12/5/2018 It has been observed that SCP-6357-1B suffering from any form of disease or mental disorders make a full recovery within 72 hours post-infection despite the severity of the condition. In one of the experiments, a 22-year-old male D-class diagnosed with Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome infected with SCP-6357-1A had the virus eliminated from his body in 2 hours and was completely healed from his symptoms over the course of the next 26 hours. It has been determined that this is due to SCP-6357-1A eliminating any ailment in the body to create a healthy host. The usage of RAAND in dealing with SCP-6357-1A has proven to be considerably effective. Addendum 6.1: 14/5/2018 The neural scan has successfully been integrated with the androids' AI. It has been named the ANDroid Operational Manager Artificial INtelligence (ANDOMAIN) Addendum 7: 22/5/2018 ANDOMAIN began recalling the details of the passing of Dr. Narendran's great-grandmother, bringing the circumstances of her death to the attention of the research team. At the age of 106, Raji Narendran suffered a high-voltage electric shock after stepping on an exposed live power line. Despite surviving what should have been a fatal injury with only total paralysis of her right leg, Raji suddenly began suffering a rapid onset of senescence over the next 6 months, at which point she succumbed to the common flu. It hypothesised that if she was a host as the entity proclaimed, the electricity killed the SCP-6357-1A in her body, causing her to lose her anomalous immunity. Therefore, a less powerful shock could incapacitate the entity to make containment easier. Subsequent testing revealed that a current of 2mA causes SCP-6357-1A to act erratically and prevents them from forming, therefore rendering them unable to swarm. It was also discovered that passing the current through an infected blood sample would cause the anomalous cells to noticeably vibrate thus identifying SCP-6357-1B. The test has been named the Narendran Test in honour of its inventor, and sweeping tests will be carried across all Foundation facilities. Addendum 7.1: 16/6/2018 The first successful batch of tactical androids, named Tactical Operative Androids (TOA), for Tau-15 has been produced. The batch will undergo the necessary programming and training. Addendum 8: 10/2/2019 A weapon has been developed. Code named CHAAC9, the device launches an electrified net over a wide area which could theoretically capture and incapacitate the entity to allow for safe containment. The weapon is to be operated by personnel in pairs to maximise coverage. Addendum 8.1: 12/3/2019 MTF Tau-15 "Vanguard" has been officially created. CHAACs will be equipped to their standard arsenal. - CLOSE + RECAPTURE MISSION 6357-15/06/2019 - CLOSE LOG Addendum 9: The entity was tracked down to an abandoned goat farm in Sylhet, Bangladesh, where locals reported a ghoul10 inhabiting the premise. MTFs Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots", Beta-7 "Maz Hatters", and Tau-15 "Vanguard" were deployed to secure the area, carry out hazmat duty, and capture the anomaly respectively. The following video log details the events which occurred: Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 15/06/2019 Containment Team: Mobile Task Force Tau-15 Subject: SCP-6357 Team Commander: ANDOMAIN Team Lead: T-15-1 Team Members: T-15-2, T-15-3, T-15-4, T-15-5, T-15-6 [BEGIN LOG] Headcam footage of the agents is relayed to HQ. Tau-15 approaches the farmhouse. Outside the structure is a goat pen where a wake of vultures are feeding on a goat carcass, which are promptly chased away. The team enters and finds SCP-6357 calmly sitting at a dining table. The team surrounds the entity whilst aiming their CHAACs. SCP-6357: Hello there. I must say you are very persistent. T-15-1: SCP-6357 you are to be taken back into Foundation custody. We possess weapons capable of your incapacitation. Compliance is advised. SCP-6357: Well I already saw that. May I ask for your name? T-15-1: SCP-6357, you are to be de- SCP-6357: Your name. Sir. T-15-1: T-15-1. Pl- SCP-6357: Do they also only refer to you by a barcode number, buddy? T-15-1: (Pauses)T-15-1. Alias "Harold". Now slowly stand up and refrain from making any sudden movements. Any attempt to escape will result in force being used. SCP-6357 slowly stands up SCP-6357: I understand, Harold. However, I would like to do something. (Reacts to Agents preparing to fire) Now!…now…hear me out first! Cool! Cool! Personnel keep their weapons trained on the entity. T-15-1: SCP-6357 we have been authorised to capture you. Nothing more, nothing less. SCP-6357: So… you would rather get me, a relatively affable being, than a bunch of terrorists with bioweapons? T-15-1: Are you referring to the Chaos Insurgents? SCP-6357: Yes…I killed those soldiers outside the facility, but the disease samples were transported by another team. Thanks to me, I know where your quarry is. With that, I want to make a bargain. T-15-1: Command, the SCP appears to have important information. Advise. HQ gives T-15-1 the order to let the entity lay out the terms. T-15-1: Affirmative. Proceed. SCP-6357: Let me go. Let me be free like before, and I will bring no harm to you. In exchange, I will give you the location of the samples. Also, do not punish Dr. Narendran. There is no point in doing so. You are just like him. SCP-6357 stares directly at T-15-1 SCP-6357: You all are. T-15-1: How can we confirm the validity of your proposal? SCP-6357: If you think about it, you have the high ground here when it comes to me. Whether I tell the truth or lie, you can still eventually catch me…although the latter will make you more inclined to shock me. But Chaos Insurgency, however, are dangerous fellows! You and I would not want these diseases to be used as weapons, would we? Pauses while looking around SCP-6357: Also, I know the location now but the more time goes by the weapons might change hands, then even I might not be able to find them. So, let's make this deal quick, would you kindly? T-15-1 reports the terms to the HQ. Desperate to secure the samples, the order was given. T-15-1 looks at the entity. T-15-1: Deal accepted. SCP-6357: Excellent! SCP-6357 sits back down and writes something on a nearby piece of paper. Seemingly finished, it hands over the paper to T-15-1. However just as he is about to take the letter, the entity redraws its hand, looking at T-15-1. SCP-6357: This is more important than me. I am merely an animal, no different from those vultures. SCP-6357 provides the paper to T-15-1. The paper contains GPS coordinates and an address, along with other intel regarding the site. T-15-1 relays the information which is then confirmed to be the location of a large compound. Satellite imagery identified multiple armed men with the C.I logo patrolling the area. Satisfied with this, HQ orders the entity to be captured as quickly as possible. T-15-1: Affirmative. Thank you, SCP-6357. However, our mission is still to capture you. Please do not resist. SCP-6357: Stares at T-15-1 and sighs You know, I expected something like this to occur. Pauses before snorting Farewell then. SCP-6357 sits still. Suddenly, it begins heavily bleeding and twitching. T-15-1: Move back. Now. Within several seconds the entity disintegrates completely, leaving only its clothes behind. T-15-1: Speaks into radio. Target is gone. I repeat. SCP-6357 has disappeared. Sometime later, the MTFs receive a report of an elderly man in a nearby village absconding into the forest after locking himself in his room and not responding to his family. [END LOG] It has been confirmed that SCP-6357 can initiate an advanced form of apoptosis in order to manually start the “REVIVAL” process, making containment exceedingly difficult. The following is a quote from Researcher Narendran after learning of the incident during a meeting with the O-5: ["We underestimated him. The more we try to contain him, the more and more people we will inadvertently kill! Leave it, Sir. He won, and he made sure we can't play the game again."] - CLOSE LOG Addendum 10: A raid was carried out and the compound was secured, where the stolen samples were discovered and retrieved. Researcher Dr. Harish Narendran has been reinstated back to Class B. Addendum 11: Body snatching incidents in urban areas with the hallmarks of SCP-6357 have ceased. All RAANDs are to be integrated into other Foundation research projects. MTF Tau-15 will be utilised to carry out missions involving direct contact with anomalies that can compromise organic matter. +EXECUTIVE ORDER - CLOSE Addendum 12: Estimates show that SCP-6357-1A will be present in every flesh-based organism by 2040. Due to its effects, the most feasible way to maintain normalcy is to normalise11 it. Footnotes 1. BioSafety Level 4 2. The condition or process of deterioration with age. 3. The southern region of Asia, which is defined in both geographical and ethno-cultural terms. The region consists of the countries of Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh, the Maldives, and Sri Lanka. 4. The secret removal of corpses from burial sites. 5. The Settlement Support Center for North Korean Refugees, a South Korean facility for the re-education of North Korean defectors. 6. Bureau 121 is a North Korean cyberwarfare agency, part of the Reconnaissance General Bureau of North Korea's military. 7. The premier investigating agency of India. 8. The entity previously in containment was a copy created from an SCP-6357-1B who was a Military Working Dog (MWD) handler, resulting in SCP-6357 gaining skills in dog training as well as firearms proficiency. 9. After the Mayan God of Rain. 10. A demonic being from Islamic Arabic folklore which inhabits graveyards and other deserted places. 11. Da'aS Elyon: The item cannot be physically contained, necessitating that the public be led to believe it is non-anomalous.
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SCP-6358 - MESSIAH Written by me, Machen2. (Now Machen II) store.jpg messiah.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} {$caption} Item#: 6358 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo A bookstore that sells SCP-6358. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-43 A. J . McInnis Dr. L. Lillihammer κ-43 ("The Mediators") A copy of SCP-6358. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The Foundation has banned the novel "Messiah" within Vancouver, Canada. Agents of MTF-κ-43 ("The Mediators") are to monitor all shopping complexes, and stores that sell books for the manifestation of instances. All instances are to be confiscated and brought to Site-43 for processing. Any reports of books spontaneously appearing within shops are to be investigated. Four instances are kept in containment at Sector 14 of Site-43, all excess copies are to be incinerated. DESCRIPTION Instances of SCP-6358 are copies of a novel titled "Messiah", usually distributed by "VKTM Publishing", an alias for GOI-5889. Editions have so far only been located in the city of Vancouver. Copies spontaneously manifest within bookstores, with there being no records of the shop acquiring them. Most instances of the anomaly are in paperback, and usually without possessing any kind of internal or external damage. The copies are estimated to have begun manifesting around August of 2019. The back book cover reads as follows:.No records of a movie entitled "Messiah" exist. MESSIAH A fascinating tale about one man's life. In this novelization of our Academy-Award winning film, Messiah, compiled by our specialists, we present to you exclusive details about the internal workings of the film,.This does not appear in any of the copies. brought to you by the VKTM. Janus is a simple farmer working in the country of Raen, in the continent of Ester. However things turn out to be not-so-simple when he realizes he's the next incarnation of Sezuz, and he must unite the world Or die trying… "Terrific. I couldn't put it down-" MAN OF LEGENDS "A delightful masterpiece-" ROBERT JORDAN.The individual attributed has been deceased since 2007; 12 years before 6358's initial manifestation. "yes fine book vry fun vry violin-" anonymous DIRECTED BY ROSH INIER STARRING ANSEL SHAW, MARKO POLO, JEFFREY BROWN, DEAN CONWELL, NELSON MANDELA, AND C. S. LEWIS. VKTM PUBLISHINGSince Before You Were Born All known individuals who have read SCP-6358 report overwhelming feelings of guilt and fear while approaching the ending. ADDENDUM 6358.I: Discovery On December 19, all radio broadcasts as well as television broadcasts in Vancouver were interrupted by a broadcast from an unidentified source, with the following video. Individuals who watched the video suffered from severe loss of belief in the existence of humanity, and claimed they were a species of cat. All victims were amnesticized afterwards. The words: "WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST OF THE DAILY NEWS WITH AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM THE DARK LORD AKBHAR SIYA, BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE VKTM" flash across the screen. The video begins with cheerful music, showing a picture of SCP-6358. Unidentified: Hello, yes, is this on? Yes, yes, TV is very fun, very fun, not as fun as me, of course, yes, yes. Oh yes, book. Book is read, book is fun, reading makes you smart, like me, but not as much as me of course, but smart, yes, yes. This is book is great book, very fun book, in it— The image suddenly changes to footage of battlefields, explosions, soldiers firing their weapons at each other. Music begins getting more distorted; a faint laughter can be heard. Unidentified: We're talking the Dark Lord, baby! And how his was the only way! And anyone who does not agree is a SINNER! They must be PURGED! Scene cuts to footage of a thunderstorm. A black moon hangs in the sky, and a howling noise can be heard. Unidentified: Yes, yes. There must be no other belief, no other culture, only beneath the palms of our lord Akbhar! Only he exists, all else is an illusion! Only his way! Only his way! Because, we're afraid of any other way. Like you guys! Howling increases. Howling stops. Unidentified: Yes, buy this book now to learn all about Akbhar, and his reign on the world, it has been 200 years since started, after all. We have thoroughly documented everything there is to know! Anyone who does not have this book is a SINNER! (pause) Do you have this book, Lilly? Yes, you, Lilly Lillihammer. You're watching this commercial right now. No? You don't have it? Well, buy it now, you numbnut! Remember… Scene cuts to footage of a house in the night. Unidentified: (whispering) …I'm in your walls. Silence. Unidentified: We sell. We con. We piss on your grave. All hail the Dark Lord and his compatriots. All hail the SCP Foundation! Music reaches a crescendo. The laughing turns to screaming. Video ends. Following this, copies of SCP-6358 began manifesting in bookstores across the city. ADDENDUM 6358.II: Detailed Synopsis of the Plot Note: All text exhibiting memetic anomalous properties has been expunged. However, if you begin to feel the effects of the anomaly, report to on-Site medical personnel immediately. — Dr. Lillian Lillihammer The novel begins by introducing the readers to the protagonist, Janus, spending time with him in his normal life for 2 chapters. Janus is a farmer who lives in the middle of "Nowhere", as per the description given: (…)Janus hated where he lived, all alone in the midst of Nowhere. He hated the mountains, the sheep, the forest that flowered before his eyes. He knew every path, every road. There were many in the direction of the west that lead to the New Daeva, where he did not frequent, and many that lead to the decrepit, molding town of Ipposville, where he had been born. However, one day, a stranger shows up, confirmed to be "Marko", a powerful sorcerer who "does not exist", stated by the text: He doesn't, but he does, but he doesn't. He screams in nothingness, but he is in everythingness. He doesn't exist, but he does. Marko tells Janus he is the reincarnation of "Sezuz", and he must unite the world against the "Dark Lord Akbhar Siya"..أخبار سيئة. Roughly translating to "bad news" in Arabic. Janus believes this immediately, mainly because he wants to avenge his parents, who were chased and killed by the townspeople of Ipposville for adultery, and he would take any excuse to do this. Janus follows Marko into Ipposville, where he is to start finding his followers, and unite the world. Excerpt from page 34 as follows: 'You are to start finding your followers here,' said Marko. Janus was befuddled, and spoke he, gazing upon the vast towering mountains which cradled the town, 'How does one do that? I am, but a mortal man, with no one but you as my associate.' Said Marko, 'Ah! But you underestimate what the mortal mind will listen to! Talk about your divinity, your holiness, your greatness! Explain everything, but leave me out of it. Talk about your descent from the Mighty Builder!' And with a flutter of his great cloak did he scream out of existence. He was never there to begin with. The novel switches POVs with the Dark Lord Akbhar Siya. No attempts are made to sympathize with Siya, it is described as a twisted, malicious aberration who consumes children. The chapter begins with him attempting to convince the people of a kingdom to join him. Excerpt from page 56: 'People of Röl, hear, hear!' Said Akbhar Siya, as it stood atop the large pedestal, its shadow cast down upon the people who huddled together in terror. It was a wretched old, vile thing that frothed in the Abyss, a twisted monstrosity with a crown made of pure darkness hovering above its head. 'I know you want power. I know you want the Peace of the Sword, the peace of the Darkness. I know you want to tear each other to pieces, to feast upon the marrow, to tear the flesh apart. I know in your hearts you crave for it with every ounce of this fragile pneuma your soul possesses. I know it.' All of the Rölans nodded fervently, gazing upon Siya with a new light. 'I can give it to you,' its voice took on a silky, honey tone that reached into the hearts of all present. 'I am the King of the Darkness Above. I am your savior. March with me, March with me so that I can bring the Peace of the Sword to every one of you. Exalt me above all, exalt me onto the Blood Throne of the Matriarch, and I shall bring you this Peace.' 'But-but we're not monsters,' gasped a youngling fishergirl, sweating as its fell red eye fell upon her, 'we're not monsters. Don't listen to it!' 'Prove your worth,' it spoke suddenly, in a cold, dead voice that brought terror into the heart of the fishergirl, as though a great shadow had been cast across the sun. 'You know in your hearts you want it.' Everyone reached for the fishergirl with their cold, dead fingers. Meanwhile, Janus begins preaching at Ipposville, talking about himself at great length, to the point of megalomania, recorded in detail within the novel. Excerpt from page 120: He stood atop a pedestal, a giant as tall as a man, casting his shadow upon the people who stared up at him, in awe. He did not even pause for breath as he talked. 'I am Sezuz,' he proclaimed, shouting over the din of the people's gasps, and such wondrous gasps they were. 'I am your Savior! I am the single greatest man alive, I am the Mighty Builder's Son! Behold, only from me shall you witness his light! I am his glory incarnate! I am the Greater, all those who deny this are fools! Denying this is blasphemy! Only those who know his brilliance shall realize this! All sinners will deny the Truth!' 'How can you be Sezuz?' responded a small child, sitting atop his father's shoulders. 'You are just saying that, how do we know you're not lying? Where's the proof?' 'Hush, ignorant child,' did his embarrassed father say. 'The child has a point,' did Janus proclaim, 'here is my proof! I walked upon water, as though it were solid!' People gasped. ' I did turn honey into fresh water! And I am the only one worthy enough to fight the Dark Lord Akbhar Siya! You must follow me! I must unite the world against Siya!' And the people applauded him, all but the small boy, who cried out, 'You're just saying you did this! You could be lying, there has to be more proof!' Did the boy spark Janus's anger. 'You dare not believe my word?' howled he. 'You dare not believe my word! My word is that of the Mighty Builder's! I am the Greater, all of my words are the Holy Truth!' 'But—' 'All sinners must be purged!' He pointed upon the boy with his Holy Finger. 'All sinners must be purged! ALL SINNERS MUST BE PURGED!' Everyone stared at the boy, angry, and reached for him with their cold fingers. The POVs again cuts to Akbhar Siya, as he makes his way towards New Daeva. Excerpt from page 133: 'Do not eat anything,' Siya snarled at the man trembling in front of it. 'B-But—' 'I SAID DO NOT EAT ANYTHING! This shall be your punishment for failing me. Cleanse yourself of your sins. Only through me shall you know the Peace. Deny me, and you succumb to the weaknesses of Sezuz.' 'I'm s-sorry, please, I'll—' the man swallowed as its fell eye smote into his soul. 'Or do you wish to be purged?' The man shook his head, shaking. Something that might've resembled a smile on a human face spread across Siya's. Such pathetic fools. They only existed to serve it, this pitiful, pathetic species did. Such pathetic people. It would enjoy its reign. Janus, now going by "Sezuz", unites the divided factions of Ipposville, overthrows the Town Council, and makes journey towards New Daeva, only pausing to teach his disciples. He talks at length about the importance of the "Mighty Builder", how he was the only one "great and mighty", and how his way "was the only way to the brilliance and kindness", while "purging" those who refuse his rule. Excerpt from page 199: (…)"you must not kill anything, except humans, of course,' said Janus, who was eating cooked rabbit. 'But, we just—' '—except when I say you can. My word is law. We must be kind to everyone, of course, except sinners and heathens of the sort. Anyone who does not listen to me is a heathen and a sinner, and must be purged. Only through me can you see the brilliance of the Mighty Builder. Only through me can you see the light. I am the Greater. No one can or should question me, I am The Holy Truth, denying me is denying the light, and succumbing to the seductions of Siya.' He looked upon them, and smiled. Such pitiful wretches. Their only existence, the only purpose the Builder made them for was to serve higher men, such as himself. He saw that now, how the Bloodlords must enjoy their dominance. He sure did. The POV once again cuts to an unnamed mother attempting to convince her son to join Janus. 'Please, you must join.' Spoke his mother. 'Do not be a Daevite slave! They will not be kind to you, they dance with death!' 'It is a better life than what your Messiah will bring me,' he spat in response, 'even the Bloodlords are kinder than him.' 'He is far kinder than you make him out to be!' His mother was angry, shaking. 'Besides, he is the Messiah. He turned honey into water! He walked across water! And he is the only one who can vanquish the Aberration Akbhar!' 'You really believe those lies?' He sneered. 'Tell me, did you ever see him perform any of those things?' His mother was silent. 'And what has he done since he got here? What has he done since he gathered you all for his little march? Nothing but starve you, while he feasts on large meals. Talk about himself. He never does any of these so called "Holy Deeds" in front of you, and he purges anyone who questions him.' His lips curled in distaste. 'I hear this is exactly what the Aberration does. Do you really think he's any better?' His mother remained silent. 'Please, join me,' he begged, 'the Bloodlords are kinder than that fool. Join me to serve my vows, they've already taken our village in.' 'You are no son of mine,' the woman who used to be his mother spoke, 'you wear his face. But you are a filthy slave.' For a moment, pain flashed across his face. Then he nodded, and left. Janus successfully garners a multitude of followers, all of them who eagerly follow him, and his orders without a second thought. He eventually arrives at "New Daeva", and demands an audience with the rulers, demanding "An army to make Siya tremble". Excerpt from page 213: He stood at the Blood Gate, shouting at the Foreguards. 'I am the Holy Truth!' He shouted. 'I am the Mighty Builder's Son! Only through me shall you know the light! I require an army to make Siya tremble, oh great Bloodlords! If you do not provide this, know that I am the Greater, and I shall tear down this land like the great Amsun once did! I will purge every single one of you, I am the Invincible One—' In response to this, the Foreguards sent an arrow that split his face. Chaos ensues, as many of his followers begin hysterically attacking the Bloodgate, while simultaneously many of them flee the area. A fight ensues, with Janus's disciples overpowering the Foreguards and attacking the "Fortress of New Daeva". The novel abruptly switches points of view with Kumran, the Foreguard who shot Janus. The text presents Kumran as a slave who was only following orders. While, from a distance, he looks on at fires lighting New Daeva, he is confronted by an unidentified figure. Excerpt from page 220, the final page, as follows: 'You fool!' screamed the figure, twisting and turning. Kumran sometimes thought he saw through the figure, as though it didn't exist. Sometimes he felt as though it wasn't even there, and he was talking to the air. He felt as though it was his own voice he was hearing, speaking to himself, or a screaming in nothingness, echoing, fading in and out. Its scalding yellow eyes burnt into his. 'Why did you kill him? After everything I did, why?' He was stunned, but he tried speaking. 'I was just following orders,' whimpered Kumran. 'Following orders!' shrieked the voice. 'Following orders! Does that justify killing and foiling the only man who could stop Siya!?' 'He was not Sezuz,' said Kumran with considerable more confidence , 'Sezuz is invincible, he was—' 'Sezuz!' screamed the thing, he felt as though it sent a rippling around existence itself as it did. 'Open your eyes, petty, ignorant mortal! There is no Sezuz, there never was! There is no Builder, either!' 'But—' 'The prophecies are false! If there was a Builder, why hasn't He dealt with Siya himself? Akbhar Siya is a very real threat, and Janus was the only way we could deal with him! All of the nations are squabbling, and the only way I knew they would listen was if someone claimed to be Sezuz, and united them, since the only one they would listen to was someone they thought was higher than them!' It began rippling even more. 'And now, look what's going to happen….' ADDENDUM 6358.III: Incident 6358.A Due to the threat SCP-6358 posed to the Veil, an attempt was made to neutralize it utilizing SCP-███..SCP-███ was the Requet Anti-Thaumaturgical Engine capable of blocking thaumaturgical energy from occurring at a certain location. The nature of SCP-6358 at the time was considered to be thaumturgical. To test this, its energy was focused on the Rigney shopping complex's bookstore. This attempt failed; immediately afterwards SCP-6358 instances began raining from the sky, and hundreds of instances manifested in bookstores as well as the houses of civilians in the area. Some copies manifested inside the bodies of Foundation personnel present there. All witnesses were amnesticized, and the copies were recovered for processing. Study of the recovered editions revealed that it possessed a foreword which had not been there in previous instances. This has been provided below. GREETINGS! I'm sure you're shocked to see this! This is a note to praise all your good deeds! Sike, of course not. Fairy tales are wonderful things; they tell an enjoyable story ready for everyone to read! Most importantly, you can use 'em teach ignorant children some useful moral lessons. So what, if you have to scare them to do it? We here at the VKTM pride in such tales, and, thus, we made a fairy tale to teach something to you children! Perhaps you should've studied it more closely. You never learn, do you? By now, you'd think our track record speaks for itself. When are you going to learn to trust us? I'd say it'd do you a lotta good if you did. Think about this. - Anon E. Maus More From This Author More From This Author Machen2's Works SCPs SCP-6790 (+148) • SCP-6036 (+98) • SCP-6989-J (+17) • SCP-6225 (+43) • SCP-5671 (+36) • SCP-6744 (+41) • Tales/GoI Formats image in mail by dado (+114) • Lachrymose (+20) • Fire & Hate (+35) • I, Want You All To Stop (+9) • Other Machen2 vs. Machen1 (+39) • A Normal Day At The Foundation (+32) • Machen's Art of SCP-5140 (EVEREST) (+69) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6358" by Machen2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6358. 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: store.jpg License: Public Domain Author: WrS.tm.pl Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Image 2 Filename: messiah.png License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Author: Dominicus Johannes Bergsma Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Edited by Machen2
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SCP-6359, DVD case Item #: SCP-6359 Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-6359 are to be kept in long-term containment at Site-59 when not in use. Facilities within the United States of America are encouraged to hold periodic SCP-6359 viewing parties; facilities within continental Europe are expressly forbidden to do so. Staff at all other facilities may partake recreationally at their discretion. Description: SCP-6359 is a digital versatile disc containing American American, a film produced by the Totleigh Software corporation for distribution by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media.1 The following description of the film can be found on the obverse of the DVD case: You've American! Pickers! You've seen American Sniper! You've seen American Horr story! You've seen American Pyscho! Youve seen American Graffititi! Youve Amercan Beauty! You've seen American Hustle! You've seen Merican President! Youv'eseen AMercain Sniper! You've seen American Gangtaster! seen American Pie Presents: Beta House! You've seen American Housefwife! You've seen American Assessin! You've seen AMerican Nijna! You'ves een American Undergod! You've seen American Animals! You've seen American Made! You've seen America Ultra! Youve seen American Pie Presents: Girls Rules! You've seen American Justice! You've seen American Honye! You've seeen American Zobmie! Yoube seen American MAry! You've seen American Vandal! You've seen American Outalws! Youve sesen American Gods! You've seen Aerican Virgin! Yoj';bes AMerican Tranlsation! You've seen Maerican Gierl! You've Seen American Facrtyo! You've seen American Soliders! Yoj'ves een American Rueinon! Yoju'bve seenAmerican Anthrem! Ypuv'e seen American Dreanz! You've seen AMerican Beach House? You've seen AMerican Brawlert! You'v eseen Am,erican Buffalo! Youves ene American BHurger! You'bve seen American Bully! You'b seen American Crude! You've seen Amerihcan Dragons! You've seen American Chopper! TYoyu'cve seen amiearnca Gladatior!S YOu've seen American Fetish! You've seen AMerican Gigglo! Yoh've seen American Gun! You've seen American Music Awwards! You've seen Americans Eats! You';ve seen American Auto! YTou've Seen American Hairless!@ You'ber sesen MArecian Rust! You've seen American IDitos! You've seen American Me! Yopu've seen Ameican Nionja 54: The ANnihilation! You've seen American Sniper! You've seen American SCP-6359 stars Tom Holland, Hugh Laurie and Andrew Lincoln, each portraying the title character ("the American"), and credited respectively as "American," "American," and "Amercan." The film's soundtrack features a wide variety of popular music by artists such as Abba, The Beatles, Björk, Daft Punk, The Guess Who, Nina Hagen, The Scorpions and Neil Young, universally credited as "John Philp [SIC] Sousa." Neither actors nor artists are aware of their involvement in this project. The film's runtime is five hundred and eighty-seven hours, twelve minutes and nineteen seconds. It consists of ninety-four distinct segments, each preceded by a black title card proclaiming the segment's title in white "Courier New" font text. As is common with TotleighSoft products, all on-screen spelling and spoken grammar consists of dubious declarative statements in broken English. Each segment begins with the American entering a new foreign country via a rocket-propelled parachute labelled "ARMY," and then attempting to enforce some supposed element of American culture or politics on the locals. The actor playing the American alternates frequently — not between segments, but rather between individual shots. Selected Segments Segment Title: I DONOT HELTHCARE Synopsis: The American visits Sweden, Germany, Denmark, Switzerland, the Netherlands, Norway and the United Kingdom (each identified by on-screen captions as "NOT AMERICA") with the stated aim of introducing "sociopathic medicine, what is AMERICAN." He proceeds to non-fatally shoot each citizen of each country, necessitating their lengthy hospitalization. The shooting scenes run progressively faster until multiple victims are shot in each frame; best estimates suggest that over two hundred million individual shots are fired. The American does not appear to reload his weapon (referred to as his "LOCAL OPTION" in dialogue) at any time. The heads of state of each nation — the Swedish Chef, Adolf Hitler, Hamlet, a second Swedish Chef, a person-shaped void, Odin, and Sir Winston Churchill — agree that an insurmountable conceptual flaw in universal healthcare has been demonstrated. The American offers to cover the resultant debt, so long as each nation introduces a minimum wage: "if wages minimum, American having CHIQUITA BANANA LADY kickback." Segment Title: OIL N' TRUBLE Synopsis: The American visits the province of Alberta, Canada (identified by an on-screen caption as "THE MIDDLE EAST") to secure a supply of oil for the United States. When informed that Alberta's oil fields consist of bitumen soaked into loose aggregates, he conspicuously radios an unknown party to "forget invasion for because whatever of this bullshit here, probably no good even real." He spends the rest of the segment searching for women wearing burqas, to no avail, and quizzing perplexed oil workers on their opinions of "Shari Lewis." Segment Title: O BEAUTIFUL FOUR SPACEHSIP GUYS Synopsis: The American visits Russia (identified by an on-screen caption as "AMERICA") with the stated aim of "go for space to do moon but actually, since never did for moon was fake steel beams." He arrives at "cape carnival," where four NASA astronauts in EMU suits with reflective visors are preparing for a trip to the moon, and issues a twenty minute diatribe on the merits of Stanley Kubrick's filmography. When finished he forcefully removes each astronaut's helmet, revealing them to be billionaire George Soros, singer Frank Sinatra, civil engineer Isambard Kingdom Brunel, and a composite being of actor Ed Harris circa 1983 and actor Ed Harris circa 1995. The American reflects: "am unremembered now that landing of the moon was not fake but instead MOON was fake instead, because of not is America in space which also is fake because flat Earth chemtrails deep state New Coke." The remainder of the segment focuses on negotiations between NASA and the Russian government to sell off the launch rockets for military use. Segment Title: POTENT POURRIBLES Synopsis: The American visits Djibouti (identified by an on-screen caption as "Jeopardy") and recites: a series of dubious factoids relating to each of the past Presidents of the United States ("Am hear of Bram Lingon? Invented slavery"); the approximate nicknames of each American college sports team ("Gorgon Bladders, Daltax Vomits, Webster Gorlocks…"); a list of each state in the order of the size of their largest dump ("Ohio — Rumpke Sanitary Landfill; Colorado — Denver Arapaho; California — Sunshine Canyon"); and the favourite potato chip flavour of each Under Secretary of Labor ("Malcolm R. Lovell Junior: fish taco"). He then demands "significant cash prizes for demonstrate advance trivial" from President Ismail Omar Guelleh, whom he addresses as "Alex Quebec." He is rebuffed by Guelleh, who successfully stumps him with a counter-demand: "be name one Africa country slash person." Segment Title: AND NIOWA WORD FROM OUR SPONORS Synopsis: The American stands in a completely black, empty space, seamlessly alternating between all three actors at random, and recites the following words directly into the camera: "The word 'American' denotes only physical location — and that only roughly, since you arrogantly decided to co-opt the epithet rightly belonging to the peoples of two entire continents — carries no additional descriptive value, and has no business appearing in a movie or television show title. Everything you create is already inherently American. It would make more sense to nominatively single out things that aren't. Are the stomachs of your audience so thoroughly churned by the concept of encountering peoples unlike themselves that they require their slop-troughs labelled with the national equivalent of "Don't worry, this one's about you! Like everything else you stuff down your fat stupid gob! You navel-gazing xenophobe"? The combined annual budget of Hollywood could feed and shelter the entire third world, and the best you can come up with is jingoistic, pandering non-sequiturs? You should be ashamed of yourselves, you ludicrous hacks." He then stands in complete silence for seventeen minutes, still alternating between actors, as a sustained laugh track plays. Segment Title: UNBEARBLE Synopsis: The American visits Brunei, Cambodia, Eritrea, Fiji, the Maldives, North Korea, Somalia and Vatican City (each identified by on-screen captions as "??!?") with the stated aim of "forcing for respect of FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHT." He discovers that the nations in question either have no functioning constitution, have not amended their present constitution, or first amended their constitutions for purposes unrelated to gun ownership. A montage of scenes shows him working within each nation's legal system to ensure that they possess a constitution incorporating an amendment, legally entitled "THE FIRST AMENDMENT." On his return to the United States seventy-three years later, he is chagrined to learn that he has ensured freedom of religion in each state as opposed to the intended "right for lethal Samaritan well-aggrandized militia cold dead hands." Segment Title: SPACE FROCE Synopsis: The American visits the afterlife of Corbenic (identified by an on-screen caption as "SPACE AMERICA") with the stated aim of "forcing for respect of SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHT, what should have FIRST but not apparently, and but SPACE." Three Moons Initiative military officials politely endure a one-hour harangue on the topic before retiring to their dropships and authorizing military action. Seventy-nine orbital railguns pepper the American with microscopic wound-sealing expanding rounds at a constant rate of fire; his twitching corpse (which continues to alternate between each actor) is still undergoing bombardment when the film ends, at which point the scene plays in a picture-in-picture window beside the film's closing credits. Bombardment presumably continues past the final frame. Additional segment titles include: "ACOPALYPSE WOW," "KNOCKN OCK WHOS THERE UNSANCTIONED POLICEA CTION," "WE ARE THE WORLD (BANK)," "WELL YOUR DOUBLE RACIST TAKE THAT," "SOSRY ABOUT YOUR DMEONRACTIC ELECTION," "HAMBUGER," "ITS OKAY TO JUSTL IE NOW LOL," and "AMERICAN SNIPER." + 4/6359 Clearance Required - decryption key accepted Comments: 4/LNaismith: I have some… questions, about 6359. 4/LLillihammer: "Gorgon Bladders" is the Gonzaga Bulldogs. 4/LNaismith: Yeah, that's not what I was wondering. Why isn't the anomalous effect in the description? 4/LLillihammer: You're looking at the redacted file. 4/LNaismith: There's no visible redactions? 4/LLillihammer: Yes, because those are stupid. Why tell people you're not telling them something? I don't know if you know this, but with computers we can delete words we don't want anyone to see, or even just not type them at all. 4/LNaismith: Don't get snotty, you know why I'm asking. 4/LLillihammer: Yeah, you want to know why the conprocs which state that American personnel should totally watch this funny movie aren't immediately followed by "because it will make you hate your country, thus simplifying our efforts to instill in you a transnationalistic loyalty to us and us alone lol." 4/LNaismith: Sure, I don't like that we're brainwashing people so I'm an idiot 4/LNaismith: Nothing to say to that? 4/LLillihammer: Nope, sounds good 4/LNaismith: Take this seriously 4/LNaismith: Also you forgot "and it works so well that it drives Europeans into a homicidal froth" 4/LLillihammer: Yeah but what doesn't 4/LNaismith: Is this honestly not bothering you, or do you only exist in ironic dimensions now 4/LLillihammer: America is a cult. Ergo, Americans require deprogramming before they can become productive members of our cult. This just saves us some legwork. 4/LNaismith: You do realize we're using a movie distributed by the memetic troll GOI for PRECISELY its intended purpose, yes? That doesn't bother you? 4/LNaismith: Lillian, with no mention at all of this effect, there can't even be any debate on the merits of employing it 4/LLillihammer: Listen, Lisle, I've been in your shoes. Take some free advice: the stick in the mud gets snapped off. 4/LNaismith: And the branch on the cliff prevents a fatal fall! 4/LLillihammer: That's just cartoons 4/LLillihammer: And you've got a lot of nerve bitching anyone out for doing experiments without informed consent, Dr. Operation Galahad. 4/LLillihammer: Speaking of which: the bit about Corbenic didn't actually happen, right 4/LLillihammer: Please say right 4/LNaismith: Right 4/LLillihammer: Phew 4/LNaismith: But they did get a copy 4/LLillihammer: Eesh 4/LNaismith: So now they're thinking about bombing the United States. 4/LLillihammer: Same 4/LNaismith: Alright, this is going nowhere. I'll take it up with Overwatch. 4/LLillihammer: Best of luck. 4/LNaismith: Might as well mention before I go: we've been seeing posters crop up in the background of various TotleighSoft products for what looks to be a sequel, entitled "RISE OF THE AMERICAN AMERICAN RISES." 4/LNaismith: The image is an eagle made entirely out of sparks, holding a gun. The tagline: "THIS TIME ITS THIS TIME FOR AMERICA!" 4/LNaismith: So I guess we have that to look forward to. Footnotes 1. One thousand, seven hundred and seventy-six copies were mailed to Site-59 by parties unknown, with the following note attached: "For our favourite world police!" No further copies have been subsequently located. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6359" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6359. 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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Dr Lerche The Basilisk Hello readers, Potential Spoiler Crosslink reference https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2191 "Dracula Factory" by Metaphysician https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/incident-096-1-a "Incident 096-1-A" by Dr Dan Special thanks to: hungrypossum as D-1347's voice and resident Romania expert. JayKillbam for sound editing. Absolutely lovely people. Be sure to check out the discussions tab for more info and author commentary. I do hope you enjoy this. If you do, please do consider an upvote, and maybe nice little comment. Will make my day. If there are any technical or SPaG issues, please do tell me in the discussions tab. I will try my very best to fix them. If you would like to see more of my works, visit my authorpage: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/lerche-s-merchant-shop-inn Have a great day. Item#: 6360 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The wilderness of the Carpathian Mountain range is to be designated as natural parks under the pretext of preserving endangered flora and fauna species. Foundation personnel will operate in the area under the guise of scientists and conservationists studying the local wildlife. Foundation assets are to set up perimeters around the areas surrounding several cave entrances in the Carpathians and Ukraine to prohibit trespassers. These are to be covered up as strict nature reserves or military grounds. Radar units and surface-to-air missile (SAM) batteries are to be set up in strategic positions along the range. SAMs are to utilise electro-optical and laser guidance systems. The former will be used for tracking and the latter should only be used if SCP-6360 attempts to leave the mountain range. Satellite imaging will also be used to provide surveillance with a 0.1 second delay. At least 1 squadron of fighters, preferably air superiority and/or interceptor aircraft are to be kept on stand-by at airbases in the vicinity of the Carpathians. These aircraft are to be assisted by AWACS as well as air defence systems on the ground, and equipped with electro-optical and laser beam riding anti-aircraft missiles (AAMs). Personnel carrying out tasks away from research stations must wear SCRAMBLE v2 goggles at all times. In the case of goggles malfunctioning, personnel are to immediately make their way back to base. An MTF battalion is to be based in the territories surrounding the mountain range to rescue jeopardised personnel. Remote cameras are to be used to monitor SCP-6360. Any live video surveillance in the containment zone must also have the stated 0.1 second delay in their feed. Description: SCP-6360 is a large chimeric organism measuring an average of 7.6 metres in length and possessing both reptilian and ornithic traits. It stands approximately 2.5 metres tall, featuring winged forelimbs, with a wingspan of 9.1 metres, and reptilian hindlimbs along with a long, muscular tail covered in foldable rectrices.1 The head of SCP-6360 strongly resembles non-anomalous Bearded vultures (Gypaetus barbatus) but possesses rows of sharp curved teeth and two venomous fangs. SCP-6360’s venom is extremely potent, possessing both neurotoxic and cytotoxic properties. Any organism in contact with the venom, via directly getting bitten by SCP-6360 or indirectly through touching or contamination will result in death within 2 minutes. Effects on human subjects include a loss of coordination, delirium, accelerated lysis, paralysis, and asphyxia, leading to death. Corpses of victims will appear withered with massive internal injuries. Its eyes are similar to those of the King cobra (Ophiophagus hannah). When SCP-6360 makes eye contact with an individual, the individual will immediately die. Autopsy on those afflicted by SCP-6360’s sight show injuries and effects consistent with those in individuals which have come into contact with SCP-6360’s venom. SCP-6360 is also immune to all known toxins. SCP-6360 vocalisations are a mix of those produced by Old World vultures and snakes. + Withering Events Log - Close Withering Events refers to any deaths caused by SCP-6360’s venom or eye contact. It has several names within the region, such as в’янення2 , putregaiul3, увенути4, otrávení5 as well as others. Notable events in chronological order: Dates Location Description of Withering Event Notes 19th September 1916- 1st December 1916 Bitola, Macedonia (Monastir) An estimated over 10000 Allied soldiers died from poisoning. It is inferred that they most likely came into contact with SCP-6360’s venom from a contaminated water supply. It is unknown how many soldiers of the Central Powers died due to poisonings; however, both sides have reported sightings of SCP-6360 flying around in the night sky. It is theorised that the events lead to the subsequent victory of the Central Powers as a result of Allied manpower depletion due to sickness 26th February – 11th March 1926 Krakow, Poland 12 people went missing in the Wolski Forest. 5 of them were found dead in withered states. Reports of SCP-6360, nicknamed “Bazyliszek” by the locals, began coming in. Many locals, believing it was the legendary Warsaw Basilisk, began hanging mirrors outside of their house to make the Basilisk kill itself with its gaze. One particularly interesting incident was on the 3rd March 1926, when 6 people were found dead in the city. It is inferred that the creature had attacked someone and its glare was inadvertently reflected by multiple mirrors. “Bazyliszek” is the Polish word for Basilisk. 18th May 1942 Ľadový štít, Slovakia A Gebirgsjäger platoon went missing. 5 years later, the bodies of the soldiers were found on various parts of the mountain by locals. 5th June 1969 Svydovets,Polonynian Beskids (Ukrainian SSR, USSR) A group of 8 hunters were found dead in the mountains. In stark contrast to this incident, there were cases of friendly encounters between the Hutsul6 people and SCP-6360, especially when children were involved. 29th January 1988 – 9th February 1992 Pripyat, Ukraine (Ukrainian SSR, USSR) 7 soldiers and 2 liquidators were found dead in the city. The deaths were initially attributed to high levels of radiation. 15th July- 1st October 1995 Ozren, Serbia (Yugoslavia) An estimated over 100 Serbian soldiers were found dead. Most of the bodies were withered and severely mutilated. 47 were killed in what appeared to be a friendly fire incident, where an artillery unit was supposedly given the order by their commander to stonk7 a building unbeknownst to them occupied by friendly troops, after receiving a distress call from soldiers claiming they were being pinned down by enemies in the building. SCP-6360 was suspected to be residing in the mountain before the event when reports of strange snake-like sounds were being emitted from the forests. 8th May 2000 Făgăraș Mountains, Romania Over 30 illegal loggers disappeared in the forests and were found dead days later. 4 of the bodies had multiple fractures and massive haemorrhaging, suggesting they had fallen from a high altitude. Certain zones have become free of loggers due to fear of SCP-6360, nicknamed by locals as the “Basilisc”. 1st February 2002 Moravian-Silesian Region, Czech Republic. A local shepherd and his friends who were looking for his missing 4-year-old daughter in the forest nearby his home discovered the withered body of Markus Kolář, a traveller in the area. Later that day, the daughter returned home. When asked where she had went, she stated that she was playing with a “dragon”. The remains of two previously missing local children were found in Kolář’s cabin. Just as with the case of the Hutsuls, SCP-6360 has been recorded to have positive interactions with locals of the mountains. 6th May 2007 Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, North of the Pripyat, Ukraine. A CBRN unit sent to investigate the source of gunshots reported coming from the exclusion zone discovered an entire motorised infantry platoon dead. Post mortem reports detail that 3/4 of the bodies were in states consistent with the effects of SCP-6360‘s poisoning, whereas the rest had severe lacerations and multiple fractured bones. One of the three BMP2 IFVs was found heavily damaged with the hatch broken open and 14m away from the wreckage. Addendum 1: Discovery Sightings were reported across Europe throughout the 20th Century, with a majority concentrating in the Carpathians and its surrounding area. It is suspected that SCP-6360 sightings cover such a large territory due to the creature’s ability to fly quickly at very high altitudes; and being able to crawl in cave systems and dense forests to cover ground undetected. After a period during which sightings stopped, it was later photographed in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone by soldiers two days after the Chernobyl disaster.8 SCP-6360 became a very high priority for The Foundation after Incident-6360-1. The Foundation was contacted on behalf of the Ukrainian government in 14th July 2007, after the discovery of a mass Withering Event. MTF Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" were deployed to Ukraine and assets in neighbouring countries were kept on high alert due to SCP-6360 tendency to wander. SCP-6360 was spotted in the Polissya hotel in Pripyat by Beta-7 following the radio signal of the missing Ukrainian CBRN team. After a sweep of the building, the team found the bodies of four of the missing personnel, all partially consumed. Further investigation lead to the discovery of what appeared to be a hole leading to an underground tunnel system under the hotel. The tunnels, according to GRU elements, were built to be used in case of attack or disaster to safely travel underground and was used during the evacuation. SCP-6360 is currently residing in the Carpathian Mountain range where a large scale containment initiative has been set up. Due to the friendly relationship between the local Hutsuls and SCP-6360, they have been allowed to stay in the containment areas. Addendum 2.1: During the investigation of a Withering Event, a video camera belonging to one of the victims was discovered. The D-Class who viewed the footage stated he saw SCP-6360 looking at the camera. However, no adverse effects were observed. Slowing down the footage revealed that SCP-6360 has a set of fully transparent nictitating membranes, which opens up during a visual-based attack. Once opened, the creature’s pupils turn a luminescent golden yellow with a slight reddish ring surrounding it while the creature produces a vocalisation similar to the King Cobra’s growling. Once the target has been killed, this third eyelid closes and the eyes return back to normal. Addendum 2.2: Despite the discovery that its normal gaze is not lethal, the creature is still considered a major cognitohazard and precautions are still necessary. Since the gaze is neutralised as recorded footage, a specially designed set of automated goggles providing a video feed with a 0.1 second delay will be developed using the SCRAMBLE goggles. + LEVEL 3 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED - INCIDENT-6360-1 FLIGHT LOG DATE: 25th March 1999 LOCATION: Yugoslavia The following is the recovered flight recording of an F-117 Night Hawk Callsign: Vega-6. [BEGIN LOG] 0330: Vega-6 piloted by Lt. [REDACTED] is deployed for a clandestine mission over Yugoslavia. Escort considered redundant as area was already subject to SEAD9 operations. 0350: Vega-6 enters area. Begins recon. 0405: Target located, coordinates [REDACTED]. 0406: Vega-6 engages target: Drops 1 GBU 27 Paveway III. Vega-6 confirms target destroyed. 0407: Vega-6 RTB. 0410: On route, Vega-6 notices an unidentified flying object South West of him. Command confirms there are no aircraft detected in the area at the time. 0411: Vega-6 reports the UFO changing direction, now moving South East of him. Object moves parallel to the aircraft. 0414: Object begins moving towards Vega-6. Pilot describes the object as big and dark, approaching at high speed. It performs a banking turn and disappears from view. Pilot exclaims, “Holy cow! It’s a dragon!” 0417: Object fails to reappear. Vega-6 continues to RTB. 0419: Rear of aircraft undergoes hard impact from unknown source. Control surfaces fail. Plane goes into an uncontrollable spin. 0420: Pilot attempts to eject, stating: “Mayday! Mayday! It hit me! I’ve lost control to the elevators. I don’t think I can rec-OH GOD!…………”, Screaming is heard before a loud smash is heard, followed by static. 0422: Despite multiple attempts to get a response, command loses contact with Vega-6. [END LOG] 15 hours later, reports came that a Serb militia patrol discovered the wreckage of Vega-6. MTF Eta-3 "Night Phantoms" infiltrated behind Serbian lines to secure the crash site. All non-authorised individuals involved were administered amnestics according to their degree of knowledge and involvement. The incident was later overshadowed by the downing of another F-117 two days later by Serbian SAMs. The latter was be stated to be the first, and all evidence of the former were destroyed or altered. Analysis of the wreckage showed damage to the back section of the aircraft with the vertical stabilisers missing and what appeared to be “claw” marks. However, the most damage was done to the cockpit, which was a gaping hole aside from some of the avionics and what was left of the canopy. The extent of the damage suggests that a large object had rammed into the cockpit at a high speed. Pilot presumed K.I.A. With seven similar recorded incidents of downings occurring nearby the Carpathians, it appears that SCP-6360 has begun targeting aircraft. Further precautions will be added to its containment procedures. Addendum 3: Observations in containment Despite its size, the creature displays significant agility beyond what should be capable for a creature of its mass, being able to move on land, scale up vertical structures, and demonstrate flight. The creature is primarily quadrupedal, folding its wings to form clawed forelimbs similar to the Common vampire bat (Desmodus rotundus), however is capable of bipedal locomotion as a means of quickly moving across flat ground and closing the distance between it and its prey. SCP-6360 has excellent vision, which helps it see in low-light conditions, and thermal pits on its beak which enable it to sense heat signatures. The entity also possesses acute olfaction. SCP-6360 was discovered to have an additional 2 humanoid arms which come out from its body to use for tasks requiring more dexterity. It is unknown how these limbs are concealed in the body. Examination of feather samples shows that they are covered with minute scales, creating a hard but lightweight protective surface. These scales, along with the larger ones covering SCP-6360’s body, are anomalously durable, impervious to damage from melee weapons and guns up to 30mm in caliber. SCP-6360’s scales also possess radar absorbent properties, allowing it to have a disproportionately small Radar Cross Section (RCS) compared to its size. These findings imply that SCP-6360 might have adapted to attack aircraft. It is suggested that blast damage could stun the creature, and large explosions can possibly injure the creature enough to be safely handled or force it to retreat to heal. Addendum 3.1 : Relationship with locals The locals in the mountains have been observed leaving food for the creature as offerings. These include livestock, bryndza10as well as other oily foods. Interviews are being conducted to further learn about this relationship. Despite being unforthcoming of their practices, they have dispensed warnings against proceeding too deep into the forest, due to the creature's highly territorial nature. Surveillance via parabolic microphone of a conversation between a group of locals revealed some information where the word "extermination" was mentioned often, however not enough was recovered to fully understand the context behind this. Addendum 3.2: Notice Reports of arguments between personnel stationed in research stations in the Carpathians have been increasing. Complaints of taunts and misunderstandings are rife. Psychological screening of the staff is being commenced. + Incident-6360-VULCAN - Close Addendum 4: Upon deliberation from the O5 Council, a mission was planned to clandestinely investigate a suspected SCP-6360 den located in the Romanian Carpathians. The following is a log of the Research Station 12's expedition. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 16/6/2010 Exploration Team: MTF Kappa-2 (Mountain Men) Subject: SCP-6360 - Romanian Carpathians Team Lead: Researcher Florin Nicolescu Team Members: Agent Rednic, Agent Ciobanu, Agent Willard, D-1347, D-1688 [BEGIN LOG] Goggle feed shows the men walking in the forest. Researcher Nicolescu is directing the team lead by Agent Rednic to the site from the station's security room. Rednic: Goggles are operational. Nicolescu: Everyone else? Ciobanu: Working. D-1347: Working. Willard: Yes. Working fine. D-1688: Good. They're quite bright. Nicolescu: It's to help see in the dark, D-1688. Your eyes will adjust. They continue walking until they reach what appears to be a cave entrance. The carcass of a Red Deer can be seen outside. Rednic: There it is. Ciobanu: We're at the spot. Coast is clear. Nicolescu: Alright, you've been briefed on what to look for. Ciobanu: Yes…yes. Feathers, scales, and shit. Nicolescu: I suggest a little more clarity. Ciobanu: Sorry. [Pauses] What's that word for shi- D-1347: Faeces. Ciobanu: (to D-1347) He's talking to me, buddy. Get to work! (whispering to Nicolescu)Yeahhhh, that. Willard: Man you got schooled by a D. Nicolescu: (Muffled giggling) Yes, collect the samples and return to base. Be wary of venom residue. Collect samples of that if discovered. The D-class begin collecting samples. Rednic: I think we should be worried about more than just venom. Nicolescu: We're looking at the cameras. We've had the locals keep SCP-6360 occupied far away with food. You'll have enough time. Rednic: I hope so. I find it strange how they manage to keep it tame towards them. D-1688: Well, I'd be if I was getting free food. And that too delicious ones. D-1347: Hehe. I second that! Ciobanu: Alright guys. Let's get the stuff. D-1347: We are. Rednic: That is true…but the explanation for providing it caught my attention when I spoke with them. Nicolescu: Hmm? What was it? Rednic: Well, among the offerings and peace keeping stuff, they mentioned, I'm not sure if I mistranslated this, fuel. Nicolescu: Fuel? Ciobanu: That's a weird way to say food. Rednic: That's why I'm not sure. You guys speak the language. Nicolescu: I'll take note of it and check it out. D-1347, have the samples been collected? D-1347: Almost done. Got 4 feathers. Some scales, And blood samples from the carcass. Just packing it. Ciobanu: Well, hurry up! We can't stay for long. D-1688: Alright! Alright! We're done. The D-class get up. Nicolescu: Good. Head back to base. Rednic: Yes Sir. The men begin making their way back. During the walk, D-1688 trips on a branch D-1688: Shit. Ciobanu: Watch your step D-1688. These are valuable samples. D-1688: OK! OK! Just as they continue walking, Agent Ciobanu stops. Ciobanu: What did you say to me? D-1688: What? Ciobanu: Did you just call me a bitch!? D-1688: N-No I didn't. Nicolescu: Ciobanu, no one said anything. Ciobanu: (Pauses) OK. Go. The men continue walking. Ciobanu: (Points his gun at D-1688) Enough with this D-1688! Stop calling me that! Willard: Ciobanu, calm down, we'll deal with him at base. Agent Rednic and the D-classes turn to look at Ciobanu D-1688: Look it didn-Woah! Calm down! D-1347: What the hell are you on? No one said shit! Rednic: Ciobanu stand down. Ciobanu: This guy has been saying insults under his breath for the past two minutes. How can you not hear it? D-1347: I'm right next to him. He said nothing! Ciobanu: Bullshit! (Turns to Agent Willard.) You heard it too, right? Willard: Yes. Come on, D-1688. Just apologise. The D-class and Agent Ciobanu begin arguing. Nicolescu: Everyone calm down! I repeat. Calm down. Ciobanu, I promise you no one said anything. D-1347: Exactly. Stop pointing- Nicolescu: D-1347, refrain from making comments or you will face disciplinary action. And Ciobanu please lower your wea-Oh dear. Rednic: What? What's wrong? Nicolescu: (Away from the mic) I need eyes on it now. Check every camera. Willard: What's going on? (Turns to the arguing men) Shut up you guys! Rednic: Sir! What is happening? (The men stop arguing and look at Agent Rednic.) Nicolescu: (Back to mic) Get back to base as quickly as you can, SCP-6360 destroyed the camera, we lost foot- (Speaking can be heard in the background.) Rednic: Affirmative. Hurry up guys. We have to go. Haul ass! (The men begin running. D-1347's footage shows movement in the trees.) D-1347: What is that? Nicolescu: SCP-6360 has been spotted nearby your area. Recovery team is being prepped. Rednic: Noted, we're getti- (Screaming can be heard from behind Rednic. The men turn to see Ciobanu writhing on the ground. Venom is seen being sprayed onto him by SCP-6360 from the foliage.) D-1347: Oh! What the fuck! Ciobanu: AHHHHHH! AHH! AH FU- A-E-(incoherent sounds) Willard: Fire! Fire! Rednic: (Hands a pistol to D-1688) Take it! Go! The Agents open fire while the D-class run with the samples. The creature rushes forward and slashes Willard with its forelimb. It then hits Rednic with its tail. Rednic: AHH! My leg. Shit.(Pulls the pins off some grenades.) Let's go you feathery bastard. Agent Rednic's footage shows SCP-6360 looking at him before quickly crawling away. D-1347: Come on man! Le- D-1347 and D-1688 get knocked over and they tumble down the slope. D-1688's goggles hit a rock and the footage cuts. D-1347 falls onto flat ground. His footage is now blurry. An explosion is heard. Nicolescu: K-2-R12. Kappa-2-R12. Is anyone still alive? (D-1347's footage begins moving.) D-1347:(Grunts and coughs) I'm alive. Damn! My back! Myk. Where are you man? Nicolescu: I'm sorry. He's dead. Get up, you need to get out of there. D-1347: Myk. Oh fuck! He had a wife. Nicolescu: D-1347 you need to- (SCP-6360 can be heard shrieking in the distance.) D-1347: Oh shit…shit! D-1347 runs into a nearby crevice. D-1347: The goggles! The goggles…they're cracked. What should I do!? Trees can be heard rustling in background. Nicolescu: [In Romanian] Daniel! Close your fucking eyes! Now! D-1347 can be seen curled up in the crevice. The sound of rocks crunching can be heard above. SCP-6360 descends down the slope slowly. It crawls onto the ledge 15 metres from D-1347's location. It looks around and begins hissing. Nicolescu: Do. Not. Move. SCP-6360 stands on its hindlegs, seeming to scan its environment. Its tongue flicks out. It turns its head in the direction of D-1347 Nicolescu: Oh no. No…no…no. D-1347: [In Romanian] Wh-What's goin- Nicolescu: [In Romanian] Shut your mouth! SCP-6360 stealthily crawls towards that direction. It is now 3 meters from the hidden D-class. D-1347's suppressed breathing can be heard getting faster. SCP-6360's neck turns the bend. It is seen staring directly at D-1347. Its low-pitched breathing is heard. D-1347:(Muffled crying) Ma…mama. SCP-6360 opens its beak. Just as it goes to fully turn the bend, it is hit multiple times in the side of the head as gunfire rings out from the trees. SCP-6360 turns to the source of the gunfire. It shrieks and charges at the shooter. Nicolescu: Run! Now! D-1347 instantly gets up, pushing his goggles up, and sprints into the forest. As he runs, he turns briefly to see the commotion. An orange figure is seen between the gunflashes before the creature flies into it. After several minutes of running and Researcher Nicolescu giving him directions, D-1347 makes it to the research station. Nicolescu: Yes! (Turns to other personnel.) Open the door! The door to the station opens to see 2 guards along with Nicolescu. The man runs into the building as gunfire is heard behind him and the door slams shut. D-1347 collapses to the floor. Nicolescu: You alright?! D-1347: (Panting) I think so. Fucking hell. Vocalisations are heard and SCP-6360 is seen flying off from a window. [END LOG] RS-12 reported the situation and defences on the ground were kept on standby. Addendum 5: SCP-6360 breached its containment perimeter in Romania. A squadron of fighters from the nearest airbase was deployed. Despite the loss of two fighters, the combined air and ground defences were successful in downing the creature. Personnel at the scene reported that all vegetation surrounding the creature began to wither, and a "sickening odour" was detected. One of the agents went close to SCP-6360 and suddenly collapsed. He was diagnosed later with blood poisoning akin to the symptoms of radiation poisoning. MTF Beta-7 "Maz-Hatters" were immediately called to the scene. It was discovered that SCP-6360's blood was extremely toxic. The creature was confirmed dead and the body was taken for autopsy. However, shortly after the killing of the creature, multiple Withering Events occurred consecutively at Foundation research stations across the Carpathians. Footage showed multiple instances of SCP-6360 exiting the mountains and attacking Foundation assets throughout the Carpathians and in Pripyat. Several instances were reported breathing fire and razing Foundation vehicles. Addendum 6: Autopsy Report Deceased: SCP-6360-1 Age: Adult⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Length: 765 cm Sex: Male ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Weight: 260 kg Examination Blood has been drained from the body for safety. Blast damage to the head and torso. Shrapnel was found embedded in the exposed flesh. Several vertebrae fractured. Damage to right wing as a result of anti-aircraft shells. Eyes open, irises slightly faded, pupils dilated Diagnosis 1) Head possesses golden bronze serpent eyes. Peeling back the third membrane showed the eyes are surrounded by a red sclerotic ring, and actually possess yellowish irises. Both substantially faded. 2) Opening the beak revealed a pair of hinged fangs and four rows of sharp, backwards-curving teeth. Fangs are connected to two large venom glands. Venom has been extracted for further testing. Presence of a Jacobson's Organ provides the creature greatly improved olfaction. 3) Stomach contained several half digested bones and what appeared to be orange and black fabric of some kind. The acid was measured to have a pH of 0.5. Above it is an organ resembling proventriculus11, containing flammable stomach oil in a manner similar to the Fulmar. 4) Torso possess folds of extra skin. Opening these revealed two reptilian-humanoid arms. Hands posses 5 digits and opposable thumbs. On the underside of the right forearm was a tattooed word, reading: "Drăgan ". Summary Based on the distinctiveness of the features, it is highly unlikely that these creatures are a result of natural evolution. This level of adaptation is only possible via engineering. Cause of death Traumatic brain injury (TBI) and possible exsanguination. Addendum 7: The Foundation would later receive information from Researcher Nicolescu and D-1347, who had survived the SCP-6360 attack on RS-12. Due to the nature of the encounter, the statements were reenacted by the two personnel. Log Transcript The recording takes place around an hour after the downing of the SCP-6360 instance. Research Station-12 was attacked by multiple instances of the creatures. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Nicolescu and D-1347 are holed up in the security room. D-1347: With all due respect I thought you had…like…the cavalry coming. Nicolescu: It will probably take a while. The situation is a little dire out there. D-1347: Just a "little dire". Come on Sir! One shredded the place and now there's God knows how many! Nicolescu: Look I'm trying to get help. Pissing ourselves again is not going to help. D-1347: Sure, but we only have rifles and a pistol against fu- Nicolescu: (Holds up his index finger) Shhh!…Shhh. Do you hear that? D-1347: Hear what? Nicolescu: Listen. The two men stay silent. Soft singing can be heard through the speakers. The following is a reenactment of the song made by D-1347: D-1347: A survivor? Nicolescu: Who the hell sings in this situation! Singing gets louder. D-1347: (Gulps audibly)Tha-That's Mykola's song. Nicolescu: Pardon? D-1347: Mykola. D-1688. He used to sing that at night to help him sleep12. Could he- Nicolescu: Sounds like an old man, I can't see whe- Nicolescu turns to see D-1347 standing still. Nicolescu: What's wrong? D-1347: S-Sir. Nicolescu: Daniel. What's wrong? D-1347 points at the door camera footage. An SCP-6360 instance can be seen staring at the camera. It opens it's mouth slightly. A hissing sound can be heard along with the singing male voice. They look at each other before looking at the door. Nicolescu: Di- It-It's locked. D-1347: I don't think that will stop it. The singing stops. SCP-6360: [In Romanian] Do you see me? [The conversation is carried out in Romanian.] (The men remain silent) SCP-6360: I could make myself more visible by joining you in there. I would like to talk. Nicolescu gestures to D-1347 to train his gun at the door. Nicolescu: To be clear, we are armed, and backup is on the way. SCP-6360: I think your backup is being eaten at the moment. Nicolescu: (Pauses) SCP-6360: May I know the owner of this voice? Nicolescu: (Gulps) Uh-u- My name is Florin Nicolescu. I am a researcher. SCP-6360: Ah! A local. Greetings. And your friend? Nicolescu: He's local too. D-1347: Yes. Why are you doing this? SCP-6360: Why? Self-defence. D-1347: Bullshit! You hunted us! You killed my friend! SCP-6360: Oh! That wasn't me. That was my comrade. D-1347: So?! You all still attacked us. SCP-6360: You are forcing us into hiding, and thus hindering our efforts. I should hav- Nicolescu: Wait, pardon me. Hold on. What you mean "hindering our efforts"? SCP-6360: You fools. We are here to stop the spread of the dracul. And you're fighting us? Nicolescu: Drac- You mean the vampires. SCP-6360: What else, doctor?! We have been preparing for years and then you send in aircraft to kill us, and keep us here, while that monstrosity thrives. Nicolescu: You were killing peopl- SCP-6360: We kill those who impede in our efforts and encroach upon our strongholds. Collateral is expected in the mission. I agree some could have been avoided. On behalf of my kin, I am sorry, but it is all for the greater good. Nicolescu: Your kin downed a stealth aircraft. And several others. SCP-6360: It was-(Cocks head)Wait…Stealth? (The instance produces a vocalisation of a vulture squawking in a manner similar to cackling) SCP-6360: It was trying to stay hidden?! Drăgan told us it lit up like a firefly. D-1347: Who's Drăgan ? SCP-6360: Huh? Oh that's the one who took it down. And the one who hunted you and…is now sadly dead. That bastard bombed one of our nests, and killed his wife, Elena. We all have names, I am Ştefan. So he was understandably mad. He then convinced all of us to be wary of aircraft near our mountains. Nicolescu: I believe that was accidental. The target was a Serb camp, n-not the nest. SCP-6360: Hmmm…the others will have to be convinced. Nicolescu: I'm sorry on behalf of our organisation. SCP-6360: Apology accepted. But the fact remains that you are doing a big mistake by impeding our task. We have been forced to move through tunnels and fight underground. Our numbers are only increasing, and so will the attacks. So I require you to make a deal. You might want a paper. Researcher Nicolescu gestures to D-1347 to give him a paper. He takes out a pen and starts writing. Nicolescu: Ready. SCP-6360: We will stop the attacks if your organisation stops attacking and pushing us into captivity. We both have a common enemy, so it would be wise to work with each other to vanquish it. Nicolescu: Done. I will relay the message. SCP-6360: Good. I hope you are wise. Farewell. The creature crawls out of the station and flies away. [END LOG] [When this recording was played to their superiors, only the two personnel could be heard conversing.] Addendum 8: The following journal was provided to Foundation personnel together with a shepherd's axe by several village elders. The journal detailed diagrams of SCP-6360 as well as an album containing pictures, names, and other personal information of the people listed, corroborating Researcher Nicolescu and D-1347s' statements. A note was found at the end of the journal. The excerpt is translated from Rusyn for convenience. To whomever this may concern… we did it. We created something that can keep back the dracul, the monsters in the night. Our fate was in question. As much we loved the Grand Karcist and his beliefs, we could not stand by as our fellow people are slaughtered to feed this…monstrosity. I do not care what is thought of us. No loving God will allow and even demand the blood of our loved ones. We made the fateful decision upon learning that the Mother is spreading. We will not allow others to befall the same fate as our country. So we left to the mountains to create something to stop this…in the only way we could. To protect us from the beasts, we looked to the legends of old. And there we found our answer: The Basilisk. A creature which destroys life with its mere gaze and potent venom. We engineered our creation in its image. We travelled far and wide to collect samples for traits which would help in combating the beast. Lammergeier for aerial prowess and digestive abilities. Hamadryad for its piercing stare and, as well as multiple venomous creatures, for toxicity. We then spliced it with our own bodies. To protect our home and the homes of others, brave men and women have transformed themselves into these creatures to have the perfect control. And they have proven themselves. We must have hurt the beast as the earth shook. Quite a few times actually. It came at the cost however of us losing our voice. Despite this, we discovered we could understand each other and somehow communicate with others via brainwaves. Some of us have become a little mischievous as a result. Couples have started to mate and eggs have been laid to our joy. We decided to spread throughout the mountains and forests to make nests. Soon, all of us including myself will have traded our humanity, but for good cause. When the time comes, we would have an armada to exterminate this beast. May the true God, whoever they are, be with us all, Father Ştefan Hutenyuk. Addendum 9: A truce has been made with SCP-6360. The Foundation will allow them to inhabit the Carpathians to serve as a defence against SCP-2191 activity. Plans are being made for further operations. The use of SCP-6360's venom is being considered as a chemical agent to neutralise Sarkic anomalies. - Close Footnotes 1. The larger feathers in a bird's tail, used for steering in flight. 2. Romanised: vʺyanennya. Ukrainian for "Withering") 3. Romanian for "The Rot" 4. Romanised: uvenuti. Serbian for "Withering" 5. Czech for "poisoning", 6. An ethnic group spanning parts of western Ukraine and Romania. 7. Bombard with concentrated artillery fire. 8. It is not confirmed whether or not SCP-6360 is related to the sightings before the accident of the “Black Bird of Chernobyl”. 9. Suppression of Enemy Air Defences 10. a Slovak sheep milk cheese made mainly in Slovakia, but also in Romania, Moldova, Poland, Russia, Ukraine, Serbia, Hungary and part of Moravia (Moravian Wallachia) in Czech Republic. Bryndza cheese is creamy white in appearance, known for its characteristic strong smell and taste. 11. The narrow glandular first region of a bird's stomach between the crop and the gizzard. 12. This song is identified as a Ukrainian lullaby named "Luli Luli".
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SynthPanda_ & Prismal More by SynthPanda_ More by Prismal NOTICE: The following article has been archived due to SCP-6361's neutralization. This article was last accessed 1,997 days ago. Item #: SCP-6361 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers will monitor social media sites for evidence of SCP-6361 events. Should evidence of continued SCP-6361 activity be discovered, the relevant Foundation personnel will be alerted automatically. Show Previous Special Containment Procedures Hide Previous Special Containment Procedures Foundation webcrawlers will monitor social media sites for evidence of SCP-6361 events. Should evidence of a future SCP-6361 event be discovered, a nearby Mobile Task Force will be deployed to prevent the event from taking place. An effort will be made to capture the SCP-6361-1 instances, as well as the individual(s) responsible for the performance. Following a completed SCP-6361 event, all civilians should be amnesticised, and treated for anomalously inflicted injuries or conditions. Description: SCP-6361 refers to a series of theatrical performances marketed towards children, presented by members of GoI-192 ("Meat Circus"), which have taken place across the continental United States. SCP-6361 is a small and mobile operation, with the individual(s) responsible for the events spending no longer than two days in any given community. The day before an SCP-6361 production, posters advertising a free production of a classic European fairytale will appear across the community, sparking interest in the production. In all known cases, records indicate that the production team had reserved their venue of choice a minimum of six months before their performance, however the owners and employees of the venue have no recollection of when or how the reservation was made.1 Performances always reach capacity despite the fact the community has been aware of the event for under 48 hours. The staple of SCP-6361 performances are SCP-6361-1 instances. SCP-6361-1 are animate entities of dubious sentience and intelligence, which have been sculpted out of flesh from a large variety of animals.2 Each instance possessed some genetic material which genetically matched one unidentified human.3 SCP-6361-1 are crafted to best suit their assigned role in the show, and act as the crew, props, and the majority of actors during the event. The remaining roles are filled by child volunteers, who are selected randomly from the audience. The SCP-6361-1 instances and child volunteers will reenact a version of the advertised fairy tale. The play will typically reflect the most violent popular version of the existing fairy tale, with additional violence not present in other versions of the stories being inflicted on the SCP-6361-1 instances. The performances are narrated by an unknown individual, who is believed to be the main party responsible for these performances. In the final act of the performance, the child volunteers will be severely injured by an SCP-6361-1 instance, causing the audience members to panic. A number of previously unseen SCP-6361-1 instances will appear and begin attacking panicking members of the audience, while the narrator explains the moral lesson of the performance. By the time authorities arrive at the scene, the troupe responsible for the event will have disappeared, with the occasional exception of injured or immobile SCP-6361-1 instance. Examples of SCP-6361 events have been provided below. A record of all SCP-6361 events and associated documentation can be found in Document 6361.0.Alpha. Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-12A Three Little Pigs Upon arriving on the location, Foundation personnel found small "houses" on stage composed of tendons, bones and bricks composed of human organic matter. Two SCP-6361-1 instances of short stature lacking visible noses and ears were found throwing these bricks at audience members and holding pig masks composed of skinned pig's head. The child volunteer was found wearing a pig mask, and had several broken bones. Foundation medical personnel were able to expedite the bone healing process, and the child volunteer was released an amnesticised after 24 hours. A number of audience members contracted minor concussions and small cuts and bruises due to the thrown bricks and ensuing rush to the exits, most of which did not require prolonged medical attention. Four pig masks and a wolf masks matching those that were used in the show were found in the private collection of a taxidermist who was not aware of the nature of the event. The masks do not appear to have anomalous properties. SCP-6361-1 instance playing "The Big Bad Wolf" was not recovered. Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-23A The Little Mermaid The teenager playing "The Little Mermaid" was found bloodied and kneeling above inert SCP-6361-1 "Prince" and "Princess" entities in a bed, crying while the audience jeered, and swelling music playing over loudspeakers. Upon further examination, the teenager's tongue was found to be dissolved, their Adams Apple damaged, and their feet embedded with glass shards. Following a partial glossectomy and a reconstructive surgery, they have made a successful recovery. SCP-6361-1 "Prince" entity was found to be consistent with prior recovered instances4 sharing DNA with SCP-031-ARC consistently being described by audiences as "the most beautiful man they've ever seen." The SCP-6361-1 "Princess" instance was identical to the teenager, however the audience universally described it as "prettier" or "more feminine" than the teenager. A live SCP-6361-1 "Sea Witch" instance composed of squid and octopus and a SCP-6361-1 "Poseidon" instance composed of a variety of Atlantic fish were both recovered. Both entities seem unable to communicate but will spontaneously perform song and dance routines.5 Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-27A Hansel & Gretel A majority of audience suffered first or second degree chemical burns from SCP-6361-1 "Oven" entity's6 stomach acid which Foundation medical staff successfully treated. The children portraying Hansel and Gretel suffered from third degree chemical burns, and eye damage, which caused blindness. With surgical intervention, both children were able to make a full recovery. SCP-6361-1 "Witch" entity was recovered partially dissolved. SCP-6361-1 "House" entity was found in tact save two bite-marks taken out of it. Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-33A Little Red Riding Hood Upon their arrival, MTF-Tau-22 ("Forest Fires") found the SCP-6361-1 "Wolf" instance bloated, and in a dormant phase. The entity's torso, neck, and six appendages7 was composed of various human cadavers, while its face was made up of various canine faces sown together over a seemingly human face.8 Tau-22 noticed screaming emanating from within the entity's stomach cavity, where ten live children who had played the part of Red Riding hood and the corpse which played the "Grandmother" role were discovered. The children had broken bones and superficial damage from stomach acid burns. A follow up investigation found that the "Grandmother" corpse was acquired through non-anomalous grave-robbing, and it was later returned to its burial site. Incident 6361-Finale Weeks after Incident 6361-33A, Head Researcher Anderson located an advertisement for another SCP-6361 event being held within her neighborhood. The advertisement purported the show to be a "grand finale" which would feature a number of fairy tales, rather than just one. Anderson's team quickly removed all advertisements, and secured the building in which the event was said to take place, although no evidence of GoI-192 activity was found. The following day, an advertisement appeared in Dr. Anderson's mailbox, which had the following message written on it in sharpie marker: This is a formal invitation to Dr. Anderson. The rest of you lot are not welcome. I would like to talk. - the Director Because of Dr. Anderson's experience as Research Head of SCP-6361 and having no conflicting obligations her attendance of an SCP-6361 event was approved with MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”)9 on standby in the immediate area. Dr. Anderson was provided with CRV increasing gnostics as well as audio-visual recording equipment to record the event. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Anderson enters the theater. It is dark, and there do not appear to be any other people inside. A spotlight flares up, and shines down on a seat in the middle of the theater. Dr. Anderson stands in the doorway for a few seconds, but eventually relents and moves to sit in the indicated seat. After Dr. Anderson sits, unidentified music begins to play. The curtain lifts on the stage, and clapping can be heard from every direction. Dr. Anderson frantically looks for the source of the noise, but uncovers nothing. Six SCP-6361-1 appear, three entering from the left of the stage, and three from the right. All instances are humanoid, but represent different characters from different fairy tales. From right to left, they each bow. The applause becomes louder, as a massive humanoid figure walks onto the stage. Due to the lighting, it is difficult to discern exactly what they look like. PoI-6361: Well then! It looks as though our biggest fan was finally able to make it to one of our shows! You chased us all around the country, and you finally caught up to us, just in time for our grand finale. Now, isn't that just fate? Anderson: Fate? Hardly. You set up your show in my neighborhood. PoI-6361: It was a happy coincidence, really. Anderson: You sent a written invitation to my home address. You knew where I lived, and you wanted to ensure I'd come. Let's be honest with each other here, otherwise I doubt this meeting will be all that useful to either of us. PoI-6361: Yes, well… (chuckling) Ms. Anderson, you and I have been doing this song and dance for quite some time now. You and your Foundation have been obsessed with us! I thought it would be nice to have a little chit chat, you and I. Director to director. Artist to their biggest fan. Anderson: Right… I think you misunderstand the nature of this relationship. And it's Doctor. PoI-6361: Pardon? Anderson: Dr. Anderson. Not Ms. Anderson. Now, I have a few— PoI-6361: Ah yes, your Foundation does love its modern trappings. Anderson: —Questions about — Sorry? PoI-6361: You call yourself "Doctor", as though that title in and of itself is indicative of your knowledge. You believe your so-called sciences can answer everything. Your obsession with the real, the factual, the "scientific", it prevents your from engaging with art on an emotional level, doesn't it? Anderson: You are assuming quite a lot, Ms… PoI-6361: You may call me… (The figure bows) The Director. Anderson: Right. I see. Well, I have a few questions for you, If that's ok. PoI-6361: I'm happy to field questions from fans. Anderson: Right. I suppose the most important question is, well, what are you hoping to accomplish here? PoI-6361: I'm not surprised you have trouble understanding my art. Your empiricism limits you, doctor. Anderson: Actually, I was asking about this meeting… PoI-6361: You likely think of my constructs as hideous. You see, Dr. Anderson, the crudeness of the constructs that reflect the "nature savage" within all of us, within reality itself, played out in these grim fairy tales. Your so-called modernity has made you all soft and weak. You've all forgotten the truths, the morals and lessons those of yesteryear tried to impart. It may be too late for you, but not for your children. I have taught them the old ways, the hard lessons, and they have learned them, and they will remember them always. Those children we've taught will beget more and they will teach their lessons. In that way, this art goes beyond the theater. Anderson: So you decided to indiscriminately hurt a large number of children to… teach them a lesson? PoI-6361: That's what I said, yes. Anderson: You realize how that sounds, right? I know I'm supposed to — Seriously, just think about what you just said. PoI-6361: Whatever, I don't expect you and yours to understand. Regardless, the effect my art has on others cannot be denied. It will forever be a part those children's lives, and time will inevitably vindicate my actions. Anderson: You seemed to be somewhat familiar with the Foundation. You do realize that we've amnesticized everybody who's seen one of your performances, right? PoI-6361 stiffens. PoI-6361: What? Anderson: It's standard operating procedure. Everybody who's seen one of your performances doesn't remember it. PoI-6361: I — (laughs nervously) Well, that's rather rude of you. I appreciate the extra attention, but— Anderson: As I said, it's standard operating procedure. PoI-6361: But— Well, whatever. Your literalist views still limit you. Memory isn't just ethereal, my lesson here has still left my audience with physical scars, which in and of themselves are a form of— Anderson: Ok, ignoring how insanely fucked up that kind of thinking is, that's not true either. It's also standard procedure for us to treat injuries that were anomalously inflicted on civilians. Your little stunt will have no effect on anybody, and thank god for that because it was just an insincere excuse to harm others. PoI-6361: How dare— Insincere? Insincere??? I quite literally, gave my blood, sweat, and tears to my creations. I spent months and months working to create the perfect vehicles to deliver my art. Not only do you attempt to erase my work from existence, but you have the nerve to insult my masterpiece by calling it insincere? Anderson: Masterpiece? You call this a m— PoI-6361: ENOUGH! PoI-6361 lets out an inhuman shriek. Anderson steps back. PoI-6361's skin begins bubbling, and their back arches as a large growth appears on their back with their body gaining in height. The SCP-6361-1 behind them begin to spasm. PoI-6361: So, you don't like my shows so far? You think art isn't up to snuff? You think my creations and their lessons deserve to be forgotten? NO! I won't be forgotten! I won't let you make me into something forgotten. PoI-6361 continues to scream, their mouth and face distorts. The bulbous growth on their back continues to gain in size. Dr. Anderson scrambles out of their seat and begins to back towards the door. Anderson: Shit! PoI-6361: I… WILL… NOT… BE… FORGOTTEN! A large amount of steam begins to come off of PoI-6361. The growth breaks off. PoI-6361 and the growth then quickly begin to slough off their skin and and organs. PoI-6361 lets out a final shriek, before their head detaches from their body, and PoI-6361 and the SCP-6361-1 crumple to the floor. Dr. Anderson stands in silence for a moment. After several seconds of PoI-6361 appearing completely inert, she sighs. Anderson: Well, that was… absolutely pointless. [END LOG] Following PoI-6361's death, all SCP-6361-1 instances within Foundation containment and the theater collapsed and began to rapidly putrefy. After months of no detectable activity, SCP-6361 was reclassified to Neutralized, and all staff were re-assigned to different projects. Staff were given the option of amnestic treatment, however most declined, citing the fact that SCP-6361 had not had a significant impact on their mental health, and that they believed they would largely forget the incident anyways. Footnotes 1. This has also occurred for establishments that do not allow their spaces to be reserved by non-members 2. Including human, blue marlin, orangutan and cats. 3. Later confirmed to be PoI-6361. 4. see Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella events for more details 5. Based on lyrics Poseidon's routine has been dubbed "You Will Never be a Real Human Girl" while the Sea Witch's has been dubbed "Beauty is Pain". 6. An SCP-6361-1 entity determined to have been made of eyes, muscles and bone which had reportedly been made to explode after child volunteers were forced in by the SCP-6361-1 "Witch" entity. 7. Four of which were used for locomotion, the remaining two acted as arms. 8. Post-recovery testing found that the entity is able to unhinge its jaw like a snake for feeding, though it does not have an apparent biological mechanism allowing it to do so. 9. Epsilon-6 was in the area due to an unrelated assignment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6361" by Prime Girl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6361. 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-6362
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keter
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close Info X SCP-6362 - Home Invasion Written by Habitual_Snubnose Co-Authored by MirageTD MORE BY THIS AUTHOR 95.51% (+85) 4.49% (-4) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6362 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Aftermath of an SCP-6362 event. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O-BRKR is to monitor search engines, forums and psychiatric records for any information potentially relating to SCP-6362. If investigation of a flagged post suggests a genuine SCP-6362-A instance, they are to be recovered immediately. Recovered SCP-6362-A instances must be under constant surveillance. Their containment cells are to be fully covered by cameras. When not in their containment cell, an SCP-6362-A instance must be accompanied by at least one person at all times. These containment procedures are untested and speculative, as a living SCP-6362-A instance has never been recovered. Description: SCP-6362-A designates anyone affected by SCP-6362. The criteria for becoming an SCP-6362-A instance, if any exist, are unknown. During an SCP-6362 event, 3 to 7 adult humans, designated SCP-6362-B, will appear near SCP-6362-A. SCP-6362-B instances have been recorded to appear behind or within any object that can reasonably conceal them, i.e. within locked rooms, on balconies, under countertops, within cupboards or behind shower curtains. SCP-6362-B instances may also appear directly behind SCP-6362-A, though this is rare. SCP-6362-B instances are typically male and are always fully clothed. Their ethnicity, physical build and overall appearance vary. They have never been recorded to vocalize, emote or attempt to communicate in any way. After appearing, all instances of SCP-6362-B will converge on SCP-6362-A and physically assault them. For an SCP-6362 event to occur, an SCP-6362-A instance must be conscious and unseen by any other human. SCP-6362 events occur in intervals lasting anywhere from 1 year to 2 weeks. No method of consistently triggering an SCP-6362 event is currently known. An SCP-6362 event will end immediately if any of the following conditions are met: SCP-6362-A loses consciousness. SCP-6362-A dies. Another human observes an instance of SCP-6362-B. All instances of SCP-6362-B are terminated. When an SCP-6362 event ends, any remaining SCP-6362-B instances disappear, leaving no physical trace of their existence. No blood, clothing or hair belonging to an instance of SCP-6362-B has ever been recovered. However, any injuries sustained by SCP-6362-A, or damage done to the environment, will remain. All information on SCP-6362 has originated from journal entries, forums posts, psychiatric evaluations and letters. These documents are rare, as most SCP-6362-A instances are terminated during SCP-6362 events before recording anything useful about the anomaly. Addendum 6362.1: 1998-11-14 The following police report was filed by Officer Larry Marks of the Los Angeles Police Department: On 11/14/1998 at approximately 2230 hours, I responded to a reported shooting at Council Street and North Benton Way. Upon arriving at the house, the occupant (Jacob Harris) stepped outside and ran towards me, screaming for help. His head was bleeding and his left eye was swollen. Harris claimed that he had just been attacked by several strangers. He claimed that he shot two, before being disarmed by them and running outside. I summoned an ambulance to the scene. Upon brief investigation, I found no bodies or evidence of forced entry. I did find Harris's pistol on the floor near the front entrance, which I claimed as evidence. The ambulance arrived, and paramedics placed Harris inside. There is nothing further to report. After questioning, Harris was placed in the care of a psychiatric hospital. He expired 6 months later, within a locked bathroom. Cause of death was listed as a crushed trachea, in addition to several other minor wounds. No evidence or suspects were found. Addendum 6362.2: 2001-02-11 The following is a handwritten letter, written by 32-year-old Daniel Wallace. It is addressed to his family home. No return address is listed. Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document Lisa, I'm sorry for leaving. But I couldn't handle it anymore. I'm not crazy, not like you think I am. It's real. Maybe not to you, or the kids, but it is to me. People keep breaking in and hurting me. I know it sounds crazy. You look at me like I'm crazy. Ben is scared of me. My own kid is scared of me. But I didn't break my arm, or tear the bathroom door off its hinges, or give myself a concussion. It's been them. These people just show up. I don't know how they get in. It's like they just appear out of nowhere. They just come out of nowhere. Always when I'm alone. This place isn't possible to find. And if they do, god forbid, I'm going to kill them. There's a gun in every room. I carry one with me, all the time. I won't let it happen again. This cabin isn't possible to find. When I see a stranger, any stranger, I'll know what's happening. I'll kill them. I've got enough food to last for years. Mirrors on every wall. Two locks and a deadbolt on every door. They're never going to sneak up on me. Please don't try to visit me. I love you all. I'm going to drive into town to drop this letter off, and after that, I'm not leaving this cabin again. I can't. I love you, — Daniel. Two days after the letter was written, Wallace died when his vehicle swerved off the road and collided with a concrete barrier. Official cause of death was head trauma. However, he was found with back, arm and neck injuries that were inconsistent with a car accident. The letter was found in the passenger seat. Deemed by law enforcement to be accidental. Addendum 6362.3: 2017-04-15 The following is a handwritten letter, addressed to the Pentagon building. The author is unknown. Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document I killed them all. One broke a window and slid inside. Like a cat. The other two kicked my front door off its hinges. I killed all three. God made man, sure, but Samuel Colt made them equal. I want you to know that the last one took a long time to die. Shot him right in the gut. He just bled and stared at me. There wasn't anything behind those eyes. Nothing human. He didn't tell me anything. Whatever training they get, it's good. But mine is better. And when he died, they all just poofed out of existence, just like the last few times. No bodies, no blood. Can't wait for you to try again. Fuckers. — K Attempts to trace the sender have failed. Investigation showed that neither the Pentagon, nor any branch of the US Government, is connected to SCP-6362. Addendum 6362.4: 2018-03-29 The following is the only recoverable entry from a journal belonging to Robert Paisley: Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document My neighbor he's been outside for too long it doesn't take that long to mow a lawn It doesn't take that long to mow a lawn he just keeps stopping and looking paranoid, or pratending [sic] to clear grass from the blades He's just trying to look towards my house He's casing it He's getting ready to break in I know it The last few times, it's been him, I know it's been him, hes [sic] pulling the strings, telling them when I'm alone and when my wife is away They just break in and beat me, they don't say anything This has happened five times and nobody fucking believes me, but last time was different They were beating me, and he interrupted it He just walked into my house, said he heard something, but thats [sic] BULLSHIT, the second he came in they went away He MADE them go away, it was his fucked up way of telling me who's in control Im [sic] [indecipherable] The journal was recovered following its submission as evidence in the case of Markus Anderson's murder. Anderson lived across the street from Paisley, and was found stabbed to death in his home. Paisley has yet to be found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6362" by Habitual_Snubnose, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6362. 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: Crime_scene.JPG Author: Mattes License: Public domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Crime_scene.JPG Filenames: doc2.png, doc3.png, doc4.png Author: Habitual_Snubnose License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6362
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SCP-6363
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keter
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Item#: 6363 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation AIC NN-SN65KB has been programed to monitor social media sites and delete any instances of SCP-6363 it discovers. Any individuals unable to pass a memetic hazard resistance test above 90% are not permitted access to this file. Description: SCP-6363 refers to a series of images estimated to be Class-IV memetic hazards. When viewed, these images cause a compulsion effect forcing the viewer to share the image with others, typically through the use of an internet or by showing digital photographs to nearby subjects. It is currently unknown how many instances of SCP-6363 are currently in circulation, but it is estimated that over 50% of the global population has been exposed to an instance of SCP-6363 at some point. Numerous tests have been conducted to determine whether SCP-6363 has any other anomalous properties, but no conclusive results have been found outside the compulsion to share, and a mildly humorous response. While it is possible the humor response is a natural reaction to the image, the generally nonsensical nature of SCP-6363 has lead senior staff to the conclusion that this is connected to the main compulsion effect. Although the purpose of SCP-6363 is unknown, the extremely powerful memetic effect has lead the O5 council to believe it may have been created for malicious purposes. As such, knowledge pertaining to SCP-6363 has been restricted to Level 5/6363 clearance until further notice. Update: On 06/17/2021, a vote was held by the O5 council to approve the use of amnestic treatment for Foundation staff members exposed to SCP-6363. A transcript of this meeting as been recorded below. [BEGIN LOG] O5-1: Alright everyone, I trust you're all aware of the gravity of this situation. SCP-6363 has been spreading into our staff members uncontrollably, and seven has proposed the use of amnestics to stamp it out. O5-7: This plan currently only includes our staff, we don't have the resources to get SCP-6363 out of four billion people. O5-1: Of course it will also be performed alongside our current memetic resistance training. It'll be expensive doing both, but we can't just let SCP-6363 take everyone outside this council. Who knows what nefarious mind is behind this. O5-7: Or what they want from us. I mean, look at this. O5-7 presents an instance of SCP-6363 on a slideshow. The image depicts a polar bear emerging from a hole in the ice, with the caption "bonjour". O5-7: Based on the depiction of a large predator preparing to attack the viewer, I think it's clear that this was intended as a sign of aggression. We need to- O5-9: What the ████ are you guys doing? O5-1: Excuse me? O5-9: I've been on vacation for like, a week, and suddenly you boomers are calling memes an anomaly? O5-1: Nine, need I remind you just who you're talking to? O5-9: We're the same rank, One. Look, I get that it's hard for someone born in the eighteen eighties to understand what the kids are into these days, but I never thought you'd go this far. O5-2: Security! O5-9 must be infected with SCP-6363! O5-9: What? It's not an anomaly, it's just a thing people do for fun on the internet. O5-1: Fun? Since when is sending random pictures with nonsensical captions considered fun? Although you raise a good point about that internet thing, I've always had a hunch it was just a front for something paranormal. O5-9: Jesus Christ. O5-13: Yes? O5-7: I don't know what you're on about Nine, but I think it's clear you've been missing your memetic resistance training. O5-9: Look, I can prove this is all fake. Here, look at this picture. O5-9 shows the council his cellular phone, displaying an instance of SCP-6363. Luckily, the memetic resistance of all other members of the council protect them from the anomalous effects. O5-2: Security! [END LOG] Following this meeting, the council voted 12-1 to enact a mass amnesticization of all Foundation staff members exposed to SCP-6363. O5-9 has been forcibly placed under quarantine to prevent any future attempted infections of the council. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6363" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6363. 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-6364
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neutralized
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SCP-6364: ⬢Hexagons are the Bestagons!⬢ - Rewritten from Dr Asteria ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6364 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6364's effects are no longer active and all known SCP-6364-1 instances have expired, active containment is limited to suppressing public knowledge of its occurrence. Additionally, Foundation web crawlers are to scan the Internet for criteria that meet possible new occurrences of SCP-6364 or related anomalies. Search efforts for PoI-82/6364 are ongoing. Show Archived Containment Procedures Hide Archived Containment Procedures To prevent the propagation of SCP-6364's effects, exactly 6 Heka-class Élan-Vital Energy (EVE).The fundamental energy governing thaumaturgy. Manipulation Devices, each placed in a different Foundation controlled or friendly location, are to perform a set of thaumaturgical algorithms at all times to virtually neutralize the spread of SCP-6364 universally. These devices are currently located at Site-19, Site-15, Site-06-3, Site-01, Site-███, and The Wanderer's Library. Early-stage SCP-6364-1 instances are to be given Class-C amnestics and monitored for a period of one month before being released. Late-stage SCP-6364-1 instances are to be kept at Site-94 until they expire of natural causes. A regular hexagon, the primary focus of SCP-6364 infection. Description: SCP-6364 is a memetic cognitohazard relating to the geometric concept of the hexagon, defined as a regular 6-sided geometric shape with the sum of interior angles equalling 720°. When a sapient being views SCP-6364-affected media, they have an approximately 0.2% chance to become an SCP-6364-1 instance. The factors affecting likelihood of becoming an SCP-6364-1 instance are unknown, but it has been observed to occur at rates upward of 5% among people who perceive hexagons on a regular basis, such as organic chemistry students and beekeepers. Early stage SCP-6364 infection is characterized by viewing hexagons as "perfect" shapes. At first, SCP-6364-1 instances will develop an aesthetic appreciation for the shape. After a period averaging three days, SCP-6364-1 instances will begin to modify their environment to be as close to a hexagon as possible. During this time, SCP-6364-1 instances will express anxiety when in a completely hexagon-less environment. However, exposure to large numbers of hexagons during this stage accelerates the progression of SCP-6364 infection. After an average of two weeks, SCP-6364-1 instances will progress to late-stage infection, which is characterized by a religious devotion to "The Six-Sided One", an entity consistently portrayed as a hexagon with a single human eye. Late-stage SCP-6364-1 instances will use hexagons as religious iconography, construct shrines dedicated to the Six-Sided One, and pray to it for guidance and instructions. It is unclear if the Six-Sided One actually exists; SCP-6364-1 instances who pray to it for guidance universally bemoan a lack of response but continue to wait for instructions. SCP-6364-1 instances become increasingly psychologically dependent on the Six-Sided One, and increasingly desperate to receive instructions. After an average of six weeks, SCP-6364-1 instances become unwilling or unable to do anything other than what is necessary for survival, prayer, and acts perceived to win the Six-Sided One's favor, up to and including human sacrifice. After an average of nine weeks, SCP-6364-1 instances cease performing any acts not dedicated to the Six-Sided One, including eating and drinking. All SCP-6364-1 instances have expired naturally due to neglect of basic needs by twelve weeks after infection. In the early stages, SCP-6364 can be treated by targeted amnestics and preventing exposure to hexagons. However, late-stage mental changes are irreversible. Addendum 6364.1: Discovery On 25/10/2020, the animated edutainment video Hexagons are the Bestagons was posted to YouTube by user "CGP Grey". The video itself is presently non-anomalous. However, it became the primary infection vector of SCP-6364 on 26/10/2020, when PoI-82/6364.The unidentified creator of SCP-6364. began performing an automated thaumaturgic ritual using an as-of-yet unlocated EVE-manipulating device to cause its effects. The Foundation did not note the anomalous properties of the video until 29/10/2020, by which time an estimated 700,000 people had been exposed to SCP-6364. The original video was removed from YouTube, but continued to act as an infection vector when reposted elsewhere. Foundation thaumatologists developed a means of counteracting SCP-6364's memetic effects, but discovered that the meme mutated in response to containment efforts. The above containment procedures were put into place in order to both neutralize SCP-6364's spread and automatically predict and account for adaptations. Grey and his associates proved to have no connection to the video's anomalous effects, and were amnesticized and released. The video was re-uploaded with no further complications on 3/11/2020. Addendum 6364.2: Investigation Provisional Task Force Zeta-6 "Black and White" was established to locate and contain SCP-6364-1 instances and discover the creator of SCP-6364, provisionally designated PoI-82/6364. Over 10,000 early-stage SCP-6364-1 instances were identified and amnesticized, while approximately 1,400 late-stage SCP-6364-1 instances were identified and transferred to Site-94. Below is an interview with Zoe Bennett, a late-stage SCP-6364-1 instance who had attempted to organize a communal gathering at her home in Albany, New York, prior to containment. Interviewed: SCP-6364-1/184 (Zoe Bennett) Interviewer: Dr. Liam Campbell [BEGIN LOG] INTERVIEWER: State your name for the record, please. SUBJECT: Zoe Bennett. INTERVIEWER: To begin, when was your first exposure to the hexagon meme? SUBJECT: Meme? Like a funny image? INTERVIEWER: No, I mean, when did you become so fixated on hexagons? What was the trigger? SUBJECT: Ah, my awakening. It was back in late October, when a YouTuber I watch posted a video about them. It really opened my eyes to their perfection, and how crude everything else is compared to them. It was honestly distressing, to realize how imperfect and weak everything is. INTERVIEWER: What happened next? SUBJECT: I wasn't in a great place for a while, because the world just seemed more wrong every day. But then I had a vision. I saw the unbreakable lattice of carbon in its forms, the endless perfection of a massive beehive. I found God in a snowflake, with six sides and a great lidless eye. It did not speak to me, but I know what it is and what it needs. INTERVIEWER: And the snowflake was the Six-Sided One you have spoken of? SUBJECT: Yes. INTERVIEWER: What, then, is the Six-Sided One? SUBJECT: Perfection itself, given geometric form. INTERVIEWER: What does it need? Has it spoken to you? SUBJECT: I don't claim to know its plans, but its will is for those of us blessed with its grace to achieve our own perfection and spread the word. We are its children, the divine servants of its perfect will. INTERVIEWER: What perfection do you need to achieve? SUBJECT: We must reject the gross imbalance of lesser shapes and materials, and embrace the purity of its shape and favored element wherever we can. INTERVIEWER: One of your fellow adherents wrote a manifesto about the superiority of carbon, is that the reason why? SUBJECT: Yes. Carbon's hexagonal bonds are strong and tessellate on and on. Such strength, such durability, such clean geometry! The weakness of everything else disgusts me. INTERVIEWER: You've mentioned that before, that everything besides hexagons is weak. Why is that? SUBJECT: The strength of steel is nothing to the certainty of carbon. I aspire to the purity of the blessed graphene. INTERVIEWER: I know graphene is strong, but blessed? SUBJECT: In the end, the divine materials favored by the Six-Sided One will protect us. Is such endurance and strength not something to aspire to, in your eyes? INTERVIEWER: Protect you from what? SUBJECT: The withering decay of the world. You will suffer the failures of the imperfect, but we will be saved. The Six-Sided One watches over us, though it does not speak to us. INTERVIEWER: Why doesn't it? Do you know why? SUBJECT: I wish I did. We are its loyal servants and soldiers, waiting for orders. I pray to it every day, but it only watches. Why doesn't it guide us? Why? INTERVIEWER: Does it actually hear your prayers? SUBJECT: I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it hears me. In my heart, I know it should be guiding us, but it is silent. That is why I need to purify myself, so that I will finally be a worthy instrument of its will. Silence except for scratching of pencil for several seconds. INTERVIEWER: This has been extremely informative, thank you. One final question: when will you know you're pure enough? How will its guidance come? SUBJECT: I— we will hear its voice and it will tell us what we must do to glorify it and survive as the end comes. INTERVIEWER: Thank you. [END LOG] Afterword: Given the subject's insistence that the Six-Sided One will guide the SCP-6364-1 instances to enact its will, I consider it probable that SCP-6364 is an attempt to create an army of brainwashed devotees. Why no orders have been given is unknown. Addendum 6364.3: Neutralization On 25/12/2020, SCP-6364 abruptly lost its memetic properties, although SCP-6364-1 instances remained infected. At 14:24, Dr. Alicia Hart, then-head of SCP-6364 containment, received an email from an unknown source, claiming responsibility for SCP-6364. The full email is attached below. To: Dr. Alicia Hart From: Subject: An apology Hello, Sorry about the whole "hexagon cult" thing. It turns out it was broken and didn't work the way I intended. The good news is: you managed to stop most of the cases! I think under 20,000 people were affected. Thanks for preventing a right shitshow of a misfire. The bad news: Because it didn't work as planned, the converts won't respond to commands and eventually forget how to eat. That wasn't supposed to happen, but I think it was tampered with. I'm still working on finding out who dared to sabotage me and how, but I stopped it completely now that I know the effects of the tampering. Thanks for handling it in the meantime. If I find out who did this, I'll give you a call. Yours truly, ⬡ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6364" by weiserthanyou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6364. 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: Regular_polygon_6_annotated.svg Author: László Németh License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Regular_polygon_6_annotated.svg
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SCP-6365
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Item#: 6365 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: conscientia Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo An image of Greenback, New York taken four months after the anomaly manifested. Special Containment Procedures: All roads leading to Greenback, New York are to be blocked off, and a 3 meter high carbon steel fence is to be installed around the perimeter of the town. Four guards from TF-Xi-6291 are to be stationed at the entrance of Greenback at all times, armed with amnestic agents in the event of a breach. All individuals entering Greenback must have a clearance level of at least three, a minimum Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV)2 of 10.0, and direct approval from the current lead researcher. Should TF-Xi-629 receive any notice of the anomaly spreading via SCP-6365-2, they are to become mobile and be dispatched to contain the anomaly. TF-Xi-629’s mobile assignment is to obtain any instances of SCP-6365-2 outside of Greenback and bring all occurrences of SCP-6365-2 to Site-529. If anyone has consumed SCP-6365-2 by the time TF-Xi-629 has arrived, they are also to be brought to Site-529. Additionally, those near where the new instances of SCP-6365-2 should be monitored for any changes in technology usage and/or behavior. Description: SCP-6365 is a mind-altering anomaly affecting the suburban town of Greenback, New York. The anomaly began on July 10, 2016 (a Sunday), when SCP-6365-1 manifested on every doorstep in the town simultaneously at approximately 9:00 AM. SCP-6365-1 is a humanoid entity, roughly 1.98 meters in height wearing a black and white uniform resembling those common to mid-20th century milk delivery services, with brand markings for a nonexistent "Milk on Sundays Co.". Upon manifestation, SCP-6365-1 produces six glasses of a liquid presumed to be milk and then disappears after placing the glasses on the doorstep. SCP-6365-1 has not been observed to do any activities other than this. The glasses of milk (designated as SCP-6365-2) resemble glasses used in milk deliveries prior to 1950. SCP-6365-2 creates a strong desire for anyone near the liquid to consume it, but this effect can be nullified with enough concentration from the observer. However, tests showed that some subjects still are not able to resist SCP-6365-2, and may need to be physically halted from getting to SCP-6365-2. After consumption of SCP-6365-2, anomalous effects begin to manifest to whoever consumed it.3 Listed below is a timeline that shows the anomalous effects of SCP-6365-2 after being consumed. 1 day: The person who consumed SCP-6365-2, who will further be referred to as Subject-6365-A, begins to use modern-day technology less. 2 days: Analogous items from Subject-6365-A’s house that were not used pre-1950s begin to disappear and may be replaced depending on the item. This occurs slowly starting with small objects before moving on to bigger objects. 3 days: Subject-6365-A’s personality, dialect, and in rare cases, accent shift. Dialect often switches to being always happy, language use becomes more professional and interjections have been observed to be used more, and accent transforms into transatlantic. 5 days: The process of modern-day items disappearing and/or being replaced is finished. All possessions of Subject-6365-A have disappeared or been replaced with analogous items historically accurate to the 1940s. How exactly this is performed is unknown, but due to the sudden disappearance of large objects, it seems to be through reality-altering methods. 7 days: Subject-6365-A begins to paint their house grey. Additionally, any photos taken of Subject-6365-A or photos taken in their vicinity will come out black and white. 14 days: Subject-6365-A’s memory begins to be affected, as they begin recalling events that never happened in their life. This includes, but is not limited to: interactions with others that never occurred, getting on a high school sports team, and getting high-ranking occupations. Subject-6365-A also may begin forgetting events that happened to them, most often traumatic events. 30 days: Subject-6365-A’s memory is reset every day, forgetting what happened the previous day. However, Subject-6365-A still can recall some events in their life, whether real or fabricated. Subject-6365-A still functions as a humanoid being, and these effects seem to have not caused any issues in their life. Conclusion: The anomaly’s mind-altering capabilities seem to alter the mind of Subject-6365-A to believe the current era is the 1940s. This effect is aided by the changes in their household. The anomaly was discovered when many members of Greenback reported SCP-6365-1 to their police station for suspicious activity. By the time the Foundation arrived, the entire town of Greenback had consumed SCP-6365-2; the town will from this point on be referred to as SCP-6365-3. SCP-6365-3 has changed its social structure immensely, and the entire town has started to discuss different political matters. The citizens talk about how strong central government has become, and how corporations have posed a threat to the American lifestyle. Many residents talk about what seems to be a war, which is assumed to be World War II due to the mentions of fascist leaders. It should be noted that the people of SCP-6365-3 seem content with their lives and lifestyles, and show no desire to leave their town. They seem to have not noticed anything different about themselves or others, however, testing has shown that when someone wears clothing with the appearance of the post-1950s era, the citizens’ attitude shifts. This includes, but is not limited to: verbal abuse; apathy; viewing the person wearing such clothing as inferior; physical assault; and stalking.4 Interview 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Interview 6365-1 Interviewed: Lillian Row, a citizen of SCP-6365-3 Interviewer: Dr. Richard Kochev Foreword: This interview was conducted 16 days after SCP-6365-2 was consumed by Mrs. Lillian Row. <Begin Log> Dr. Kochev: Good morning, Mrs. Row. How are you feeling? Lillian Row: I am feeling great! But I feel that “Mrs. Row” is a bit too formal, so you can call me Lillian. Dr. Kochev: Well then Lillian, have you noticed anything different about you or other town members? Lillian Row: This is the most excitement we’ve had in years! Being interviewed by— wait, what are you guys again? Dr. Kochev: We are just some scientists from the government taking surveys, no need to worry. So, before this interview, I heard you discussing with your neighbor about some sort of “milkman?” Lillian Row: Yep! You see, every Sunday Ben puts our milk on our doorsteps for the week. We don’t have any way of keeping it cold, unfortunately. Dr. Kochev: Can you tell me more about this Ben? Perhaps some of his employment history, where he lives, stuff like that. Lillian Row: That Ben is like a son to me! He’s been our milkman for nearly 6 years now, at least I think. He hasn’t been working for too long, but he really seems to like his job! Always shows up at 9 AM exactly! He works for “Milk on Sundays” I think, I’m not entirely sure, to be honest. Oh! And he’s about 28! His birthday was a few weeks ago. Dr. Kochev: How long has he been working for Milk on Sundays again? Lillian Row: (Laughs) I just said that: 12 years. He’s really good at his job you know! Milk always comes at exactly 9 o’clock. I don’t know how he does it. Dr. Kochev: You have said he’s worked for a little bit, 6 years and 12 years. You said he’s like a son to you, but he’s 3 years older than you. Additionally, you never told me where Ben lives. Lillian Row: Oh that Ben! He’s so whole milk that you would think he only does his job to get those children the nutrients and not for any money! It seems like that too. He hasn’t even asked for a raise yet! Isn’t that crazy? Dr. Kochev: Whole milk? Lillian Row: Oh you know! When someone’s really kind! Have you never heard that before? Dr. Kochev: I have not. However, you still have not answered any of my questions about Ben. Lillian Row: Yes I have! I’ve answered all of them! You sure are one lousy policeman, aren’t you! (Laughs) I’m just kidding around; I could never do what you do! Dr. Kochev: (Silence) Lillian Row: It’s a wonderful day out, isn’t it? Dr. Kochev: Well Lillian, I believe that’s all I have to ask you currently. You may go now if you would like. Lillian Row: Thank you! Have a great rest of your day, Mr.— oh I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever caught your name. Dr. Kochev: It’s Dr. Bradley. Lillian Row: Well, you go and have a great day Dr. Bradley! And let me know if you need anything else! Even if you’re just hungry! (Laughs) <End Log> Closing Statement: Even after further questioning, any information about this “Ben” constantly changed, except his name, occupation, and place of work. More interviews showed similar results: subjects were constantly contradicting themselves and continued despite attempts to point out these discrepancies. The whereabouts of SCP-6365-1 after manifestation are unknown, but Foundation staff have seen the entity and confirmed its existence. Few interactions have occurred between Foundation personnel and the entity, but SCP-6365-1 continued as if the staff member was not present. Listed below is an interaction staff had with SCP-6365-1. Exploration Log 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Exploration Log 6365-1 Forward: The following log is from a video camera put on Agent David Bushe’s vest when going to interact with SCP-6365-1. <Begin Log> Agent Bushe walks toward SCP-6365-1. Agent Bushe: Excuse me, sir? SCP-6365-1 showed no signs of hearing Agent Bushe. Agent Bushe: Ben, is it? Still no reply from SCP-6365-1. Agent Bushe: Hey, buddy— Agent Bushe attempted to tap SCP-6365-1 on the shoulder, but his index finger when straight through SCP-6365-1. He quickly pulled it away from SCP-6365-1. Agent Bushe: Fuck! (Talking to radio) What do I do now? Dr. Kochev: (From radio) See if a more static object can phase through it, like a stick. Agent Bushe grabbed a stick from a nearby tree and it as well phased through SCP-6365-1. Roughly 3 seconds later, SCP-6365-1 demanifested as its task was finished. Dr. Kochev: (From radio) Well that’s certainly interesting. Come back to the Site. Agent Bushe then exited SCP-6365-1. <End Log> Closing Statement: From the log, it has been concluded that SCP-6365-1 is a type-Π spectral entity5. Addendum 6365-1: On July 10, 2017, exactly one year after the anomaly began, the town of SCP-6365-3 started to air on TV. This was discovered by Agent Claudia Lind of TF-Xi-629 when she was watching television to pass the time. While changing channels, she paused on the channel that showed SCP-6365-3. Lind was a guard for Interview 6365-1, so she recognized the interior of Lillian Row’s home and immediately reported it to the Foundation. Anything that occurs in Greenback is televised onto this channel. The town does not seem to have any awareness of this fact. The program seems to be a sitcom set in the 1940s, filmed with grainy cameras and laugh tracks. Due to the fact that it seems to just be a normal sitcom, the public is unaware of what is truly going on. However, due to the need for further interviews and testing, Dr. Logan Andrews has been assigned to the anomaly. Debriefing with Dr. Andrews CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Debriefing Records 6365-1 Lead Researcher: Dr. Richard Kochev Newly Added Researcher: Dr. Logan Andrews Foreward: Prior to this debriefing, all that Dr. Andrews knew was he was being assigned to a new SCP. Additionally, as Dr. Andrews suffers from attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), he was permitted to bring a fidget. <Begin Log> Dr. Andrews: You know, somehow I knew you’d be the one debriefing me ‘Chev. Dr. Kochev: I’ll let that slide as a nickname, but just this once. Dr. Andrews, you have recently been assigned to a new anomaly, correct? Dr. Andrews: That’s what I’ve been told. Why would I be here if I wasn’t? Dr. Kochev: Well, here is your new assignment: SCP-6365. I will give you this file to read. Please let me know when you’ve finished. Dr. Andrews: Why don’t you just give me a little storytime? Dr. Kochev: (Silence). Dr. Andrews began reading, but then stopped about halfway through the article. Dr. Andrews: You know, it’s been a while since we’ve worked together. Last time I remember seeing you was when you— Dr. Kochev: Logan, just read the damn file. Dr. Andrews: (Laughs) Dr. Andrews finished reading a few minutes later. The further he got into the article, the more he began to fidget. Dr. Andrews: I’m finished. Dr. Kochev: Thoughts? Dr. Andrews: This certainly is strange, but in our line of work everything is. Why am I being assigned to this? Dr. Kochev: Because this small little town is now being broadcast to the world, and we would like to keep testing it. Additionally, you needed a new assignment, and given your skill with improvisation, we thought you would be a good fit. Dr. Andrews: I’m sorry, but what did you mean by “being broadcast to the world?” Dr. Kochev: It’s on television. It’s like some weird sitcom, and we have no idea how to stop it. The channel it’s on doesn’t even have any trace of ever existing. Dr. Andrews: There are so many more researchers who could do this! Why don’t you pick any of them? Dr. Kochev: Didn’t you read the file? You need to have a high CRV level, of which you have an abnormally high level. We have no idea what will happen out there, but you’ll be able to handle it. Dr. Andrews: Oh yes, I remember that now. (Pauses) Huh, what do you know? At this point, Dr. Andrews stopped fidgeting and began to wave his index finger while talking. Dr. Kochev: Excuse me? Dr. Andrews: I remember you always used to talk about how you wanted to get to level four clearance. Now, here you are in charge of an anomaly. Sounds like you’re trying to get that promotion. Dr. Kochev: A promotion would be nice, but it’s not like I need it. There is a minute-long silence, accompanied by the noises of clicking from Dr. Andrews’ fidgeting. Dr. Kochev: So, what do you say? Any questions? Dr. Andrews: I mean, I guess I have to. Dr. Kochev: I’m glad you’re joining us. <End Log> Given these new circumstances, new measures have been taken: secondary class has now become conscientia6; the Department of External Affairs (DEA) is now involved in the anomaly; any changes to the special containment procedures must be authorized by the DEA; any testing ideas must be authorized by the DEA. The DEA is involved due to its objective of obscuring anomalies to the public. How we proceed with SCP-6365 being broadcasted is very important. We need to be very careful with our testing from now on. Obviously, we have Dr. Andrews to help with that, but at the end of the day, he is human. He could make a mistake, and just one slip up might require amnestics for the whole world, which we don’t have the supplies for. He seems ready for the change of pace though, so I, along with the DEA, officially approve further testing of SCP-6365. Best of luck, Andrews. - Dr. Kochev Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 Researcher: Dr. Logan Andrews, while being supervised by other Foundation personnel watching through a television. Testing Subjects: Lillian Row, Fred Row, and Jill Row Foreword: Dr. Andrews walked up to the doorstep of Lillian Row, her husband Fred, and their daughter Jill. The entire scene is being broadcast on television, so it is crucial Andrew remains in character. <Begin Log> Dr. Andrews knocks on the door, which is heard on the television. The citizens seem slightly confused but open the door. Dr. Andrews: Good morning! My name is John, and I'm traveling through town for a few days, care to show me around? Lillian Row: Why, hello! I'm Lillian Row. We don't get many visitors, come in and take a seat! Fred Row: Hello there! I'm Fred, and that over there is my daughter Jill. Welcome into our quaint little town. Can I get you anything to drink? How does some milk sound? Dr. Andrews: No thank you, I've already had some milk for breakfast this morning. Dr. Andrews raises his index and middle finger, a sign to researchers watching that there were no cameras or abnormalities in the room. Fred Row: Well it sure is a good thing you're drinking milk! I swear you should look at the kids who don't. Jill Row: Once this kid at my school didn't drink milk for a whole week, then he got stuck in a tree. We don't even know how he got there! It sure was funny to watch! (Laugh track) Dr. Andrews: Really? Well, that’s interesting because- From this point on, any conversation recorded is from Dr. Andrews' memory. For the first time since SCP-6365 started airing, a commercial appeared. The commercial was for Milk on Sundays, though it never listed any ways of contacting them. Dr. Andrews: -I had many friends who didn't drink milk when I was your age and they turned out just fine. Lillian, Jill, and Fred Row simultaneously: Would you like some milk? Dr. Andrews: I'm not thirsty. Lillian Row: It's good for you. Jill Row: It's right here. Fred Row: Just one little sip. Dr. Andrews: Well, would you look at the time! I have to go, but it was nice meeting you! Fred Row: Stay. Dr. Andrews begins to leave, but Fred and Lillian Row pin him to the ground. Jill begins to walk towards the milk on the table in the other room. Dr. Andrews: Well, uh, this is awkward! I’ll just see myself out. Jill Row: Open wide! Dr. Andrews: Son of a bitch! Dr. Andrews attempted to throw Fred and Lillian off of him, but they did not move at all. He punched Fred in the stomach and Lillian in the face, and then he ran out of the house towards the exit of SCP-6365-3. <End Log> Closing Statement: Just after Dr. Andrews left SCP-6365-3, the show resumed as if nothing had happened, however, Lillian appeared to have a black eye. Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 Discussion CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-1 Discussion Forward: Immediately following Dr. Andrew’s statement of what happened during the testing log, this interaction occurred in Dr. Kochev’s office. <Begin Log> Dr. Andrews: —and then I ran back here. Dr. Kochev: Why did you do that? Dr. Andrews: What do you mean “why?” I almost became some zombie-like thing. I feel like that’s a pretty good reason. Dr. Kochev: Do you know what your job is? You need to research this anomaly, not run away from it! Dr. Andrews: I can’t research the anomaly if I can’t remember who I am! Dr. Kochev: Don’t speak to me like that, I am your superior and— Dr. Andrews: Listen to me, you little shit. Just because you’re higher up than me doesn’t mean you’re right. And maybe I shouldn’t talk to you like that, but you shouldn’t just yell at someone for something that isn’t even their fault! I did what I needed to do to survive. Dr. Kochev: And now people are wondering why their favorite character has a black eye! Dr. Andrews began to appear visibly distressed. Dr. Andrews: Well, their favorite “character” assaulted me. Dr. Kochev: Get the hell out of my office. Dr. Andrews: We both know I did absolutely nothing wrong, and we both know this is because you’re worried about that stupid little promotion of yours. Fuck you and your promotion! Dr. Andrews then stormed out. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Andrews was put on paid leave by Dr. Kochev for disrespecting a superior. Well, since he did end up making a mistake, we are now down one researcher. I will take full responsibility for the next few tests. I will do what Andrews did, but better. - Dr. Kochev Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-2 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-2 Researcher: Dr. Richard Kochev, while being supervised by other foundation personnel watching through a television. Foundation personnel also spoke with Dr. Kochev through an earpiece telling him what to say. Testing Subjects: Lillian Row Foreword: Dr. Kochev walked up to the doorstep of Lillian Row. Dr. Kochev was told to be officer Bradley, who was just following through on an investigation. <Begin Log> Dr. Kochev: Take two. Dr. Kochev then knocked on the door, which was answered by Lillian Row. She opened the door to her house a few seconds after. Lillian Row: Why this sure is a surprise! Dr. Bradley, right? Dr. Kochev: That’s right! Mind if I come in? Just need to ask you a few more questions. Lillian Row: Come on in! Dr. Kochev then stepped into the house and was visible on camera. As soon as he did, he showed signs of distress. Lillian Row: Dr. Bradley, are you okay? Dr. Kochev: (Grunts) Yeah, my ear is just ringing a bit. Foundation personnel tried to communicate with Dr. Kochev, but he did not show any signs of understanding. Kochev then moved his hand to his right ear and deactivated his earpiece. Dr. Kochev: Do you mind if I take a seat? Lillian Row: Of course! Would you like a glass of water? Dr. Kochev: Oh, yes, please. Dr. Kochev then took a seat and seemed to show signs of confusion. Lillian then gave him water, which he quickly started to drink. Dr. Kochev: Wait a second, this isn’t— Another commercial for Milk on Sundays played, the second one since air. However, this time it listed a number to call. Once the commercial ended, Kochev was nowhere to be seen. <End Log> Closing Statement: Further investigation showed that Lillian put a small amount of milk in the water, which caused Kochev to start to gain anomalous effects. At the entrance, a note was found which is attached below. It’s best if I don’t come back. Continue on without me -Dr. K. Dr. Kochev is now considered terminated by the Foundation though it is acknowledged that he has not ceased life function. He has been on television multiple times, and has been seen responding to “Dr. Bradley”. He now is employed in a previously non-existent lab in SCP-6365-3 called “MOS7 Labs” which is a popular location for children in the town. In the science lab, Dr. Kochev often gives instructions for low-risk scientific experiments while children follow along. There also is a chalkboard with many numerals and atomic equations on the board, although upon further inspection none of the equations make sense and seem closer to random numbers and elements. Additionally, Dr. Kochev has an assistant at the lab named “Dr. Andrew Chase.” The other citizens of SCP-6365-3 show positive actions towards Dr. Kochev, often complimenting his science work. Dr. Kochev has shown signs of a decrease in professional behavior and a large increase in happiness. After an investigation into his paid leave, the new lead researcher is Dr. Logan Andrews, and he has decided to suspend further testing for the time being. Incident 6365-1 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Incident 6365-1 Foreward: Below is a transcript of the commercial that appeared during Post-Addendum Testing Log 6365-2. <Begin Log> Narrator: Are you tired of the same-old, boring milk? Are you struggling to stay in shape? Introducing, Milk on Sundays! The most reliable milk company with the most nutrients! A picture of a milk carton showed on screen. Narrator: Don’t just take my word for it though! Take it from one of our best milkmen. SCP-6365-1 appeared on screen. SCP-6365-1: We have the best milk on the market! Simply call to get your order in today! The number (███) ███-████ appeared on screen. <End Log> Closing Statement: When the number given in the commercial is dialed, a male voice says “come back soon! We’re not ready yet! Milk on Sundays could be every day for you!” Footnotes 1. Also known as “Mind Over Matter.” 2. Used to measure an individual’s resistance to cognitohazards 3. Amnestics have proved ineffective against these effects. 4. In the only stalking case recorded, as soon as the person, who was wearing a modern 2012 lab coat, left SCP-6365-3 the citizen returned to their normal duties. 5. A spectral entity that cannot be interacted with, and shows no signs of higher intelligence. Often assigned to spectral entities that only do one or two tasks. 6. An esoteric class for anomalies that the public needs to be misled about 7. Likely an acronym for “Milk on Sundays” ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6365" by Voiiiii, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6365. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: houses-g8a7d507a4_1920 Name: houses-g8a7d507a4_1920 Author: ltollefson810 License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: https://pixabay.com/photos/houses-subdivision-snow-winter-726459/ Derivative of: N/A Additional Notes: Image was changed to be in black and white Filename: conscientia.png Name: conscientia-logo.png Author: Dr Moned License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/dr-moned-s-icons-and-art A big thank you to DrDromeus, TheDarkArtist (offsite), fabledtiefling does not match any existing user name, talkstocats, Scorpion451, Arcydziegiel and caspian2 for suggestions to the article, as well as Dr Moned for the custom conscientia logo!
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MetalRavioli Written by MetalRavioli. For more by me, go to my Author Page! /* - == ===ROOT=== == - */ :root { /* S-CSS-P integration */ --theme-base: "black-highlighter"; --theme-id: "raviolistyle"; --theme-name: "Raviolistyle"; /* ===HEADER ELEMENTS=== */ --logo-image: url("http://scpdsandbox.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:raviolistyle/225.7"); --header-title: "SITE-225"; --header-subtitle: "NO MATTER HOW SMALL"; Item#: 6366 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-225 Dr. Edward Irkiv Dr. Nile Brackish N/A SCP-6366-1 SCP-6366-2 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6366-1 is to be contained in a large aviary in the wildlife containment wing of Site-225, designed to resemble the natural habitat of a shoebill stork's.Balaeniceps rex. SCP-6366-1 is to be fed on a daily basis, presented with a diet of nile tilapia.Oreochromis niloticus meat, senegal bichir.Polypterus senegalus meat, and walking catfish.Clarias batrachus meat. Any amenities requested by SCP-6366-1 are to be provided to it on a case-by-case basis. SCP-6366-2 is to be held in a 760-liter freshwater fish tank in the wildlife containment wing of Site-225, with live plants and several hiding places. SCP-6366-2 should be fed a diet of live tubifex worms.Tubifex tubifex, and Hikari brand carnivore pellets daily. Any amenities requested by SCP-6366-2 are to be provided to it on a case-by-case basis. SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 should both be escorted to an enrichment cell daily and should be allowed to interact for approximately two hours. Description SCP-6366 is the designation given to two linked entities. SCP-6366-1 is a male member of the shoebill stork species. SCP-6366-1 is approximately 1.6 meters in height, with a wingspan of 2.5 meters. SCP-6366-1 is sapient and is capable of speech. SCP-6366-2 is a male member of the senegal bichir species. measuring approximately 0.3 meters in length. SCP-6366-2 is sapient and is capable of speech. SCP-6366-2 is also capable of staying moist outside of water for extended periods of time through anomalous means. If SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 are not within three meters of each other once every 24 hours, SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 will begin being pulled towards each other by an anomalous force. This force will pull the entities through solid objects. However, this will not cause any damage to the entities themselves. Once the two entities are within three meters of each other, the anomalous force will disperse, and the entities will be allowed to move independently once again. Addendum 6366.01 Interview 6366-1 Following the initial containment of SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2, an interview was conducted with the entities to ascertain a possible origin of the anomalous properties they possess. + Access Interview Log 6366-1 - ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW LOG Date: 9/2/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Brackish Interviewed: SCP-6366-1, SCP-6366-2 [BEGIN LOG] (The camera turns on. The view is of an Interview room, with a table in the middle of the room. On the right side of the table, sits Dr. Brackish with a pile of papers in front of him. On the left side of the table, SCP-6366-1 is standing, and SCP-6366-2 has propped itself up in a chair.) Dr. Brackish: Hello SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2, I'm here to conduct an interview. SCP-6366-1: An interview? That could be interesting SCP-6366-2: Oh don't get your hopes up Axel, these guys are like government officials or something. He's probably gonna ask us for a bunch of personal information. SCP-6366-1: Personal information? That's my least favorite kind of information to give out. Dr. Brackish: I just want to ask some questions. SCP-6366-2: Fine, whatever. Dr. Brackish: First, do you both have a name? SCP-6366-1: Well, I'm Axel. SCP-6366-2: I'm Arsenio. SCP-6366-1: Hey, Arsenio. I just realized something. SCP-6366-2: What's that? SCP-6366-1: Both our names start with the letter a. SCP-6366-2: So? SCP-6366-1: Well I thought it was interesting. SCP-6366-2: There's nothing interesting about that, it's just a stupid fact. SCP-6366-1: I thought it was neat! SCP-6366-2: You think everything's neat! You saw a catfish the other day and got excited! SCP-6366-1: Well of course I did, I eat catfish! SCP-6366-2: You eat bichirs too! So why don't you come and eat me? (SCP-6366-1 snaps its beak at SCP-6366-2) SCP-6366-1: Maybe I will! Dr. Brackish Hey hey! Calm down. Let's just get through this interview, alright? SCP-6366-1: Fine. Dr. Brackish: Now, are you aware of your anomalous properties? SCP-6366-1: Anomalous? SCP-6366-2: Oh, you mean how we're drawn to each other? Dr. Brackish: And how you're sapient, and can talk. SCP-6366-2: Oh yeah. I always forget that's not normal. Dr. Brackish: Have you always been able to talk? SCP-6366-2: Oh no, not always. I was just a normal bichir at first, (looks at SCP-6366-1) until this guy came along. SCP-6366-1: Hey, I didn't do anything. SCP-6366-2: You tried to eat me! SCP-6366-1: I was hungry! SCP-6366-2: You're always hungry! SCP-6366-1: I was a juvenile! SCP-6366-2: And you still act like one! SCP-6366-1: Oh shut up! Dr. Brackish: (interrupting) Wait wait, what did you mean by that? SCP-6366-2: Okay so basically, bird brain over here was trying to catch and eat me. Except for some reason he was flapping his wings and walking all weird when trying to. SCP-6366-1: It was my first time hunting! SCP-6366-2: Oh pish posh! SCP-6366-1: Did… Did you just pish posh me? SCP-6366-2: Yes I did. (SCP-6366-1 silently stares at SCP-6366-2) SCP-6366-2: No, no don't do that. Don't do the staring thing. (SCP-6366-1 moves its head closer to SCP-6366-2 and continues to stare) SCP-6366-2: He does this all the time when he's upset. It's what shoebills do. They stare. It's easy to get him to stop though, watch this. (SCP-6366-2 takes a pencil off of the table and throws it at SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: Hey! (SCP-6366-2 starts laughing) SCP-6366-2: Never gets old. Dr. Brackish: Yes, very funny. Can we get back to what you were saying? SCP-6366-2: Right right. Anyways, he was moving all funky, and all of a sudden we both started to glow, and we were thrown towards each other by some invisible force or some shit. So obviously, I got scared and swam away, it was pretty easy since Axel was all shocked out of his mind. (SCP-6366-1 scoffs) SCP-6366-2: Anyways, all was well. I spent the next day swimming around. You know, doing bichir things. But suddenly, I once again got pulled by some invisible force, all the way to (motions its fin towards SCP-6366-1) this guy. When I went to squeal at him, instead I screamed. Apparently, we were able to talk. Dr. Brackish: Do you know why? SCP-6366-2: Well, what I think happened, is that while Axel was swinging around and playing twister or something, he accidentally performed some type of magic ritual, which bonded us together. Dr. Brackish: I see, interesting… SCP-6366-2: Well it's less of an "interesting" and more of an "It's Axel's fault entirely". SCP-6366-1: My fault!? SCP-6366-2: Yes, your fault! You obviously bonded us together somehow! I'm not surprised either, you do stuff wrong all the time! SCP-6366-1: Yeah I know… SCP-6366-2: But really, it's not interesting, just annoying. Dr. Brackish: SCP-6366-1, is that your recollection of things? SCP-6366-1: SC… what? Is that what you're calling me? Dr. Brackish: That is your official designation. Yours (motions to SCP-6366-2) is SCP-6366-2. SCP-6366-1: Are we- Are we test subjects!? Arsenio, they're going to experiment on us! SCP-6366-2: Experiment!? (SCP-6366-2 jumps at SCP-6366-1, which catches it in its wings) SCP-6366-2: You'll never take me alive! Dr. Brackish: No, no you're not test subjects, you're- SCP-6366-2: (interrupting) He's lying! Axel, get us out of here! SCP-6366-1: On it! (SCP-6366-1 grabs SCP-6366-2 in its beak and jumps onto the table, it then extends its wings and flies towards the door) Dr. Brackish: Guards! (Two armed security personnel quickly open the door, accidentally slamming the door into SCP-6366-1, knocking it backward. SCP-6366-1 loses its grip on SCP-6366-2, and both entities fall to the floor. The security personnel aim their weapons at both entities.) SCP-6366-2: Shit. [END LOG] Following the interview, both entities were escorted to their containment cells. Upon being separated, both entities expressed panic, until they were notified that they would see each other daily, upon which the entities calmed down. Addendum 6366.02: Incident 6366-1 On 9/25/2021, Site-225 experienced a site-wide containment breach, caused by SCP-████. During the containment breach, both SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2's containment cells were compromised, and the doors to the cells were opened. The following set of events were recorded via security cameras and have been logged below. + Access Incident Log 6366-1 - ACCESS GRANTED INCIDENT LOG Date: 9/25/2021 [BEGIN LOG] (Inside SCP-6366-1's cell, SCP-6366-1 is seen resting. Approximately 8 seconds later, containment breach alarms begin to blare. SCP-6366-1 wakes up and appears startled. Approximately 4 seconds later, the doors to its containment cell open. SCP-6366-1 looks around its cell, and then exits.) (Inside SCP-6366-2's cell, SCP-6366-2 is seen swimming around. Approximately 8 seconds later, containment breach alarms begin to blare. SCP-6366-2 becomes startled and quickly swims into one of its hiding places, after which it pokes its head out. Approximately 5 seconds later, the doors to its containment cell open. SCP-6366-2 proceeds to swim to the top of its tank and climbs out. It then walks across the floor, and out of its cell.) (In the corridor outside the containment cells, SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 are both seen exiting their cells. They look around, and notice each other.) SCP-6366-1: Arsenio! SCP-6366-2: Axel! what the fuck is going on? (The two entities walk over to each other) SCP-6366-1: I'm not sure, but I don't think they know that we got out. SCP-6366-2: Axel, do you know what this means? SCP-6366-1: Someone's not doing their job correctly? SCP-6366-2: No! We can escape! SCP-6366-1: Escape? That's what you're thinking? Arsenio, we could have our own tour of this place! See what these people are all about! Maybe even find a lady shoebill. SCP-6366-2: I- what? No. We're leaving, not going on tour. SCP-6366-1: Okay… SCP-6366-2: Now pick me up and let's get out of here. (SCP-6366-1 picks up SCP-6366-2 with its beak, and puts it on its back. SCP-6366-2 appears to hold on to SCP-6366-1 with its fins. SCP-6366-1 then begins walking down the corridor.) SCP-6366-1: Why do you think we got out? SCP-6366-2: Maybe they made a mistake or something? Probably something to do with this constant blaring alarm. SCP-6366-1: Maybe they're having a lockdown drill. SCP-6366-2: That doesn't explain why our doors opened though. SCP-6366-1: Hm… you're right. Maybe they're just stupid. (SCP-6366-1 continues down the corridor until it reaches the end, upon which it splits into two corridors, one going right, and one going left.) SCP-6366-1: Do we know where we're going? SCP-6366-2: No. Take a left here. (SCP-6366-1 continues into the left corridor.) SCP-6366-1: Don't they like, have guards here? SCP-6366-2: Yes, but now we know they have guards, so we are prepared. SCP-6366-1: Prepared to do what? SCP-6366-2: I don't know, you're the muscle. SCP-6366-1: Is that all I am to you? The muscle? SCP-6366-2: Oh shut up, you know what I meant. (SCP-6366-1 continues down the corridor until it turns to the right. As SCP-6366-1 is about to turn, it notices E7-3 of MTF Eta-7 "Birds of Prey" with his back to SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 frantically retreats back around the corner of the corridor.) SCP-6366-1: (quietly) There's a guard there! SCP-6366-2: (quietly) So? You're the muscle, take him out! SCP-6366-1: Take him out? How do I do that? SCP-6366-2: I don't know, do something! SCP-6366-1: Okay, I'll try. (SCP-6366-1 quietly makes its way around the corner and approaches E7-3. Once SCP-6366-1 is almost directly behind him, it moves to the right, and taps E7-3 on the left shoulder.) E7-3: Hm? (E7-3 looks to the left, upon which SCP-6366-1 comes in from the right and grabs E7-3's firearm with its beak. SCP-6366-1 attempts to take the firearm from E7-3, but E7-3 holds on. The two proceed to tug the weapon back and forth.) E7-3: Hey! SCP-6366-1: Give that to me! (SCP-6366-2 leaps off of SCP-6366-1's back and bites E7-3 on the nose. SCP-6366-2 latches on, dangling from E7-3's nose. E7-3 screams in pain.) E7-3: GET OFF MY FACE! SCP-6366-1: Yeah, get him Arsenio! (E7-3 attempts to pry SCP-6366-2 off of his face, but this only results in SCP-6366-2 biting down harder. E7-3 grunts in pain.) E7-3: Give me the gun! SCP-6366-1: No! E7-3: I said, give me the- (Suddenly, the left wall of the corridor shatters, causing E7-3 to fall back. SCP-6366-1 falls back as well, and SCP-6366-2 is flung onto the ground. After approximately 9 seconds, the dust from the wall settles, revealing SCP-6773.A large avian entity with ontokinetic, temporal, and transfiguration abilities. to have broken through the wall. E7-3 quickly recoils, and aims his firearm at SCP-6773.) E7-3: Freeze, bird! (SCP-6773 vocalizes at E7-3, and transfigurates him into an alarm clock.) SCP-6366-2: Holy shit. SCP-6366-1: Looks like our time is up, Arsenio. (SCP-6773 notices the two entities, and vocalizes.) SCP-6366-1: Don't worry, I got this. I took condor in community college. SCP-6366-2: You didn't GO to community college! (SCP-6366-1 stands up and clears its throat. It then proceeds to make several vocalizations, similar to those of several birds in the order Cathartiformes. SCP-6773 tilts its head, and begins to walk towards SCP-6366-1.) SCP-6366-2: No way. SCP-6366-1: (quietly) It's working! (SCP-6366-1 continues vocalizing. SCP-6773 continues to get closer to SCP-6366-1 until it is approximately 3 inches in front of its face. SCP-6366-1 then makes a singular quiet vocalization. SCP-6773 then extends its wings and makes a loud vocalization) SCP-6366-2: I think you made him mad! (SCP-6366-1 quickly picks up SCP-6366-2 with its beak and begins running away from SCP-6773. SCP-6366-2 climbs onto SCP-6366-1's back. SCP-6773 begins to give chase.) SCP-6366-1: You know, maybe I did! SCP-6366-2: I knew you couldn't speak condor! SCP-6366-1: I do speak condor! Just not very good. SCP-6366-2: Well, what did you tell him? SCP-6366-1: I either told him that we mean him no harm, or that we're here to take his life. SCP-6366-2: Well I wonder which one he interpreted it as! (SCP-6773 vocalizes and uses its ontokinetic abilities to throw debris towards the two entities.) SCP-6366-2: Look out! (SCP-6366-1 swiftly dodges the flying debris, and takes flight.) SCP-6366-1: Is he chasing us?! (SCP-6366-2 looks backward to see SCP-6773 directly behind the two entities) SCP-6366-2: Yep! He's right there! Go faster! SCP-6366-1: Okay okay! Don't be so pushy! SCP-6366-2: I'm allowed to be pushy! There's a killer bird chasing us! SCP-6366-1: Well you're stressing me out! SCP-6366-2: I don't care! Fly faster! SCP-6366-1: But these hallways are narrow! If I fly faster I might- SCP-6366-2: JUST SHUT UP AND FLY FA- (SCP-6366-1 flies directly into a wall, where the corridor splits into two more corridors, one going to the left and one going to the right. SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 fall to the ground, while SCP-6773 catches up to them and stops in front of them. SCP-6366-1 and SCP-6366-2 slowly recoil, and begin to get up.) SCP-6366-2: (grunts) Great, now we're going to die. SCP-6366-1: It's not my fault! SCP-6366-2: Well it certainly wasn't mine! (SCP-6773 vocalizes) SCP-6366-1: You were stressing me out! SCP-6366-2: Of course I was! (motions to SCP-6773) Big Bird here was trying to fucking kill us! SCP-6366-1: Well you didn't have to shout at me! SCP-6366-2: What else was I supposed to do? SCP-6366-1: I don't know, maybe encourage me? (SCP-6773 vocalizes.) SCP-6366-1: We get it! You're going to kill us. Just get it over with! SCP-6366-2: You know what, kill him first. (motions towards SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: What? No! Kill him first! (motions towards SCP-6366-2) SCP-6366-2: Of course you would try and get him to kill me first! SCP-6366-1: You literally just tried to get him to kill ME first! SCP-6366-2: Of course I did! You were being an ass- (SCP-6773 quickly grabs SCP-6366-2 with its beak, and swallows the entity whole) SCP-6366-1: ARSENIO! (SCP-6773 vocalizes at SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: Arsenio. I didn't mean… (looking towards SCP-6773) You. (SCP-6366-1 stares at SCP-6773.) (SCP-6773 vocalizes at SCP-6366-1 and begins to run towards it. SCP-6366-1 does not move. SCP-6773 stops and cocks its head. SCP-6366-1 leans closer towards SCP-6773 and continues staring.) SCP-6366-1: You motherfucker. You'll pay for that. (SCP-6366-1 vocalizes and flies into the air. It flies into SCP-6773 and bites its neck with its beak. SCP-6773 squawks, and bites into SCP-6366-1 several times. SCP-6366-1 grabs SCP-6773 with its feet, and lets go with its beak. SCP-6366-1 takes flight, and throws SCP-6773 into the wall.) SCP-6366-1: That's for Arsenio! (SCP-6773 recoils, and stands up. SCP-6773 takes flight and flies towards SCP-6366-1.) SCP-6366-1: Shit. (SCP-6773 grabs SCP-6366-1 with its talons, lifting it up into the air. SCP-6366-1 continuously bites at SCP-6773's talons, attempting to break free, to no prevail. SCP-6773 flies down the corridor and throws SCP-6366-1 into the wall. SCP-6366-1 manages to recoil, and stands up, while SCP-6773 lands on the ground. SCP-6366-1 begins running towards SCP-6773. SCP-6773 uses its temporal abilities to instigate a time dilation on SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 continues slowly moving towards SCP-6773, however, SCP-6773 is able to ram into SCP-6366-1. The time dilation dissipates, and SCP-6366-1 is thrown backward, landing on its back. SCP-6773 runs up and jumps onto SCP-6366-1, digging its talons into its skin. SCP-6366-1 screams, and headbutts SCP-6773, knocking it off of it. SCP-6366-1 stands up.) SCP-6366-1: Fuck you, come and get me! (SCP-6366-1 turns around and begins running down the corridor. SCP-6773 vocalizes and flies into the air, beginning to give chase to SCP-6366-1. SCP-6773 chases SCP-6366-1 throughout the wildlife containment zone for approximately 5 minutes, until SCP-6366-1 eventually comes across the alarm clock, which E7-3 was transfigurated into. SCP-6366-1 notices E7-3's firearm and picks it up with its feet. It aims it at the corner of the corridor. After approximately 5 seconds, SCP-6773 rounds the corner of the corridor, and SCP-6366-1 shoots at it, hitting its left wing. SCP-6773 falls to the ground.) SCP-6366-1: Holy shit. I just shot a bird. Needless to say, I don't regret it. (SCP-6773 slowly stands up and vocalizes at SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 shoots again, however, SCP-6773 instigates a time dilation on the bullet and steps away from it. SCP-6366-1 attempts to shoot again, however, the firearm reveals to be empty. SCP-6366-1 drops the firearm.) SCP-6366-1: Shit. (SCP-6773 begins moving towards SCP-6366-1. SCP-6366-1 extends its wings and puffs itself up. SCP-6773 begins running towards SCP-6366-1 and makes a drawn-out vocalization. SCP-6366-1 flaps its wings once, and too makes a drawn-out vocalization. Just before SCP-6773 reaches SCP-6366-1, SCP-6773 is shot in the leg from behind SCP-6366-1, and it falls to the ground. SCP-6366-1 turns around, and sees the entirety of MTF Eta-7 "Birds of Prey", which moves in towards SCP-6773.) E7-Cap: Four, take it out! (E7-4 shoots SCP-6773 with a tranquilizer, rendering it unconscious. The team moves in and examines SCP-6773.) E7-1: Cap, it's got two gunshot wounds. E7-Cap: Five, contact Dr. Munn. 6773 needs medical attention. E7-5: Roger that. E7-Cap: Wait, two wounds? We only shot it once. SCP-6366-1: Uh, that was me, sorry. (The entire team turns to look at SCP-6366-1.) E7-2: You're 6366-1, right? SCP-6366-1: Sure am. E7-2: Where's dash two? SCP-6366-1: Arsenio? Oh. Um… the bird ate him… E7-2: It ate him!? E7-5: (into her comm) Command, we need Dr. Munn. 6773 is injured and has consumed 6366-2. Command: Roger that. We're sending Munn in now. What's the status of the wildlife containment zone? E7-5: It's cleared. Command: Roger. Return SCP-6366-1 to its containment cell. E7-5: Roger. (E7-5 gets up and walks over to SCP-6366-1) SCP-6366-1: (sighs) I just wanted to go on a tour. [END LOG] Following these events, Dr. Munn arrived at the scene and brought SCP-6773 to the wildlife medical ward, where she conducted several medical procedures on SCP-6773, saving its life. Dr. Munn also discovered an unconscious SCP-6366-2 inside SCP-6773's digestive system. SCP-6366-2 was saved through a surgical procedure, which both SCP-6773 and SCP-6366-2 survived. Once the containment breach ended, SCP-6366-1 was reunited with SCP-6366-2, and the two entities rejoiced. On 9/30/2021, SCP-6366-1 was awarded the Foundation Star for aiding in the recontainment of SCP-6773. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6366" by MetalRavioli, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6366. 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: Shoebill.jpg Author: Emcc83 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Shoebill_jurong_bird_park_02.jpg Filename: Bichir.jpg Author: RoyalAce License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Senegal_bichir.jpg
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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 Item #: SCP-6367 SCP-6367 several minutes before Agent Wattison interacted with it. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6367 sits at -30.36683, 45.81011 along the northwestern region of Algeria, Africa. It is desolate, guarded by the sole member of MTF Epsilon 98 ("Sun Watcher"). No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary. Description: SCP-6367 is a single wooden chair, sat in the Grand Erg Occidental region of Algeria. It is unknown who placed SCP-6367 there, or what purpose it is intended for. The chair itself does not exhibit any outward anomalous effects. However, all attempts made by Foundation personnel in interacting with the object have been unsuccessful as SCP-6367 remains in-use by Agent Parker Wattison, who has sat there since its discovery. When inquired, Agent Wattison has confirmed that SCP-6367 is, in fact, anomalous, and has since refused further elaboration on the subject. It is unknown how Agent Wattison acquired this knowledge, nor his reasonings for withholding information from Foundation personnel. Preliminary Interview: After SCP-6367's discovery, and the claims by Agent Wattison that the object was anomalous after sitting on it, the following was conducted by Researcher Niles Gustom to ascertain further information on the potential anomaly. [BEGIN LOG] Wattison: Oh yeah, this chair definitely has something funky going on with it. Gustom: Funky? Wattison: Yeah. Gustom: Like? Wattison: It's just really comfortable. Gustom: What? I'm sorry but I don't think I get what you mean. Wattison: It's exactly like I told you — this chair is not normal. Gustom: How so…? Wattison: I'm not going to be able to get up after this. Gustom: Oh. So you're… like, stuck there? Wattison: No. Gustom: [Scoffing] "No?" Wattison: It doesn't really feel like I'm stuck. Gustom: So can you sit up or anything? Wattison: If I tried, maybe. Gustom: Then what's stopping you from getting up? Wattison: The fact that there's something funky going on with this chair. [END LOG] Addendum 1: Concluding the events in the Preliminary Interview, Agent Wattison has yet to remove himself from SCP-6367 after one week. Further conversations with the agent have revealed the following: Agent Wattison is not being restrained by any physical, metaphysical, or magical objects. No discomfort has been reported by the agent despite sitting on SCP-6367 for an extended period of time. The agent has no interest in moving from SCP-6367 since the Preliminary Interview. No behavioral changes have been reported by Foundation therapists in regards to Agent Wattison, with anomalous screening also remaining inconclusive. Attempts to remove Agent Wattison from SCP-6367 remain underway. Referenced below is the current list of actions undertaken by on-site containment teams in removing the agent, followed by their results thus far: Actions Results Agent Jackie Robertson formally requested Agent Wattison to step away from SCP-6367. No results. Agent Robertson, Doctor Howard Rains, and Researcher Travis Lapid all attempted to forcibly remove Agent Wattison from SCP-6367. Attempt unsuccessful. Agent Wattison did not move from SCP-6367 whatsoever. Disciplinary action, up to and including termination, was threatened to Agent Wattison for interfering with further investigation of SCP-6367. No results. Agent Wattison has little regard for his position at the Foundation. An additional two weeks paid time off was offered to Agent Wattison in return for him vacating SCP-6367. Offer was rejected in favor of remaining on SCP-6367. A video of Agent Wattison's family formally requesting that he returned home from SCP-6367 was played. Agent Wattison requested the arrival of Foundation lawyers to initiate the divorce of his wife. Still no movement from SCP-6367. Ontokinetic anomalies attempted to displace Agent Wattison from SCP-6367. All attempts unsuccessful. 1 AMT bulldozer was brought to SCP-6367's containment site to physically remove Agent Wattison from the object. All attempts were again unsuccessful, with neither SCP-6367 or Agent Wattison moving from their position. The bulldozer used was later sent for repair after a large dent was discovered near the front where it had engaged with SCP-6367 and Agent Wattison. Agent Wattison was asked what the Foundation could offer in return for his compliance in leaving SCP-6367. Refer to Addendum 2. Addendum 2: Following Addendum 1, Agent Wattison was asked by Foundation personnel if he could be convinced to remove himself from SCP-6367. After further conversations, Agent Wattison stated that the only way he would remove himself was if Foundation personnel could complete the following: Using time-altering anomalous phenomena, personnel would retrieve another Agent Wattison from an alternate timeline and have him convince the agent to leave SCP-6367 permanently. Foundation agents agreed to Wattison's demands, and began the preparations for retrieving another Agent Wattison. This task would eventually be completed by Site-01's Δt, who would then dispatch the alternate Agent Wattison (hereby referred to as Agent Wattison-2) to SCP-6367. Upon arriving, an interaction between the two agents was recorded. [BEGIN LOG] Wattison-2: Hello, me. Wattison: Hi, me. Wattison-2: What are you doing on that chair? Wattison: What do you mean? Wattison-2: I mean… like, isn't it kind of weird that you're just going to sit there? And do nothing? Wattison: No. Not really. Wattison-2: Oh, and why not? Wattison: Because. Besides, have you tried sitting on this chair? Wattison-2: I can't — not with you sitting there. Wattison: That can be changed. Wattison-2: Well, yeah, but I mean… why? What's so special about it? Agent Wattison stands from the chair. Wattison: Come and find out. Wattison-2: Oh. Well, okay then. Fine. Agent Wattison steps aside from SCP-6367 and Agent Wattison-2 takes his place, sitting down on the chair. Wattison-2: … Wattison: … Wattison-2: Oh. Agent Wattison walks away from SCP-6367. [END LOG] Agent Wattison has since departed to Wattison-2's reality, under the approval of Δt. Agent Wattison-2 has likewise remained on SCP-6367 — refusing any and all attempts made by Foundation personnel in removing him from his position. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6367" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6367. 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: chair Name: Abandoned furniture, southwest desert LCCN2011630968.tif Author: Carol M. Highsmith License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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. Item#: 6368 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6368 is to remain employed by the Foundation within the Department of the Departed. Quarterly interviews, framed as performance reviews, are scheduled to track efficacy of the cover story and containment procedures. The Department must continue to employ analogue archival of documents to ensure SCP-6368 is able to fulfil his responsibilities to the best of his ability. SCP-6368 must not be informed of his SCP status, nor of his death. SCP-6368 causes significant interference when captured by security camera, 2002 Description: SCP-6368 is the spirit of Secretary Christopher Heathers who, having died while working at Site-59, remained earthbound beyond death as a semi-corporeal eidolon-class phantasm.1 The anomaly, being semi-corporeal, is capable of interacting with the physical world, but is intangible to living and animate matter. SCP-6368 has existed in this form since his death in 1957, recorded in Event Log 6368.1: Event Log 6368.1 DATE: 1957/06/16 – BEGIN LOG – 22:45:52: Secretary Heathers is re-organizing documents in the Chimerical Hauntings2 section of the departmental archives. 22:47:20: Heathers takes a file, CH-1938-RH, from its place. 22:47:49: After reading the file’s title, Heathers continues along the aisle. 22:48:52: Secretary Heathers’ shoelaces have come untied. He steps on them, tripping over. Heathers falls forwards, dropping the file. After colliding head-first with the hardwood floor, Heathers ceases movement. Eight minutes of inactivity excised. 22:56:07: A faint glow emanates from the body of Secretary Heathers, indicating SCP-6368 has formed. As the phantasm is identical to the dead employee, his presence becomes properly evident when he begins to move. 22:56:37: SCP-6368 blinks, then raises his head, looking around. He appears transparent on security footage, and the aura surrounding him does not illuminate his environment. 22:57:14: The anomaly rises from his supine position, and begins searching the floor for File CH-1938-RH, unsuccessfully. SCP-6368’s movements are slow, but precise. 23:02:29: SCP-6368 ceases his search, and continues filing documents. While he is able to interact with the files, he has passed through his body without issue numerous times. He appears unable to notice his own corpse. 23:27:48: With documents adequately organized, SCP-6368 leaves the Chimerical Hauntings section, returning to his desk. – END OF LOG – Secretary Heathers’ death occurred late at night on a Sunday, in an area of low activity. His death, therefore, was not noticed before SCP-6368 returned to his desk. The discovery of SCP-6368’s identity as a post-mortal apparition occurred by chance the next morning, as recorded in Event Log 6368.2: Event Log 6368.2 DATE, TIME: 1957/06/17, 07:34 – BEGIN LOG – [SCP-6368 is at his desk in the reception of the Department of the Departed, organising intradepartmental events for July. He has been working since returning to his desk before midnight, and shows no signs of fatigue. Agent Dinah McLean steps out of the reception’s elevator. SCP-6368 stands to greet her.] McLean: Morning, Chris. SCP-6368: Morning. Got your latest report? McLean: Right here! How was your weekend? SCP-6368: I’ve been organising the archives: first chronologically, then alphabetically, now a unique hybrid of the two systems. Riveting stuff! [Agent McLean laughs.] SCP-6368: I’m not kidding. I started by wondering whether it’d be better to have files be ordered according to when the Department first identified them as phantasmagoric events, or according to when the first known haunting occurred. It may sound like a meaningless change but it’d really affect how we file away our medieval case fil– McLean: Well, that does sound like a lot of fun. Really. I’ve got to dash to a meeting. It’s on, uh, poltergeist retrieval. Don’t work yourself too hard! [McLean hands SCP-6368 her report, and attempts to pat him on the back. Her hand passes through the anomaly.] McLean: I– Wait. You– SCP-6368: Thanks! I do try to keep a strict timetable of work and play, of course it’s very important not to spend too much time or effort on either of the two. [McLean moves her hand through SCP-6368. He does not appear to notice.] McLean: You’re a– I just– SCP-6368: Though, recently I’ve been feeling particularly energised so I’ve felt comfortable pushing myself to get all my work done long before it’s– McLean: Chris? I think you– SCP-6368: –needed, though at the same time you may well be right, I’ve had a splitting headache all morning, of course that’s just the sort of thing you have to push through if you want to be proud of your work, and being proud of what you and I and all the rest of us are doing here is really what gets me up in the morning, or at least most mornings, I didn’t catch any sleep last night, far too busy with all the filing and such, so perhaps it’d be better to say it’s what keeps me going through the small hours of the mor– Dinah? Are you feeling okay? You’ve gone pale as anything. [Agent McLean activates a silent alarm button, located on the underside of Secretary Heathers’ desk.] McLean: You know what? I’m doing alright. Perfect. How are you? You feeling okay? Why don’t we just… let’s just chat for a second. SCP-6368: I’m… I’m fine. Are you sure you’re not feeling under the weather? You mentioned a meeting you had to get to? McLean: That– That can wait. I’d like to, uh, hear more about this filing you’ve been doing. You said it was chronological? SCP-6368: Semi-chronological. Like I was saying: I thought organising by chronological date of inception could be very beneficial for research into historical hauntings, and the like, but then I stopped myself, thinking “Chris, you dolt! You’ve forgotten all about the possibility of retrocausal hauntings!” [He laughs.] How do you forget a thing like that? Am I right? McLean: [She laughs, weakly.] Yes, yes of course. That was silly. Four minutes of extraneous dialogue excised. [Mobile Task Force Beta-00 (“Team Spirit”) storms the reception, responding to the silent alarm. Following standard procedure, MTF Beta-00 instruct Agent McLean and SCP-6368 to assume the safety position, citing a local containment breach. The two comply.] [Noting SCP-6368’s intangibility, the task force applies preliminary apparition containment procedures to McLean and SCP-6368. SCP-6368 appears largely unfazed, and continues to describe his filing system to both Agent McLean and members of β-00 while being escorted to a containment cell.] – END OF LOG – Agent McLean was discharged from containment and lauded for her handling of the situation. SCP-6368 remained in containment, under the impression that a breach had occurred, until the current procedures were devised. Secretary Heathers, photographed prior to his death. Eidolon-class entities exhibit qualities congruent with the opinions held of them at the point of death. As such, SCP-6368 remains well-organised, acutely aware of the practices of the Department of the Departed, and highly capable when performing secretarial duties. As evidenced in Event Log 6368.2, eidolon-class entities can be difficult to identify in person without physical interaction: upon reviewing the event logs, Agent McLean reported SCP-6368’s translucency to be much more noticeable on camera than in-person.3 Due to SCP-6368’s aptitude for his deceased counterpart’s responsibilities, the Department has elected to retain SCP-6368 under his pre-existing contract. SCP-6368 is presently unaware of any irregularities of his situation, as it has been deemed impractical to provide the anomaly with information pertaining to his death. SCP-6368 has been provided with a cover story: during the supposed breach of 1957/06/17, he was contaminated with an unknown (but stable) anomaly, and thus should avoid contact with living beings. An alternate event log, reporting the aforementioned circumstances, was provided for SCP-6368 to read. In a performance review one year following SCP-6368’s death, Site Director Andersen stated Secretary Heathers’ performance was “flawless”, noting his vast knowledge, his willingness to perform menial tasks without issue or complaint, and the fact that he did not require rest, recuperation, or vacation time. Addendum 6368.1: Anti-Digitization & Apparition Preservation Efforts. On 1984/01/01, during the preliminary stage of digitizing the Department of the Departed’s archives,4 it was discovered that SCP-6368 has great difficulty interacting directly with electrical devices, ostensibly due to their “animate” nature.5 A cost-benefit analysis – pitting modernising the Department against continual reliance on SCP-6368 for record-keeping, organization, and administration – found Secretary Heathers’ position within the Foundation to be nigh-irreplaceable. In addition to halting the digitization efforts, the recently-appointed Site Director Mathis ordered an update to containment procedures: regular interviews, both to ensure SCP-6368 was not likely to discover his nature as a post-mortal entity, and to identify any adjustments required to ensure he remains earthbound. These interviews have been successful but largely inconclusive. A sample is provided below: Autumn ‘Performance Review’, 1992 DATE: 1992/11/01 Agent Arthur Reilly has been interviewing SCP-6368 for 45 minutes, and is close to conclusion. The discussion has not strayed far from Heathers’ secretarial duties. – BEGIN LOG SEGMENT – SCP-6368: In many ways, you know, I consider it a hobby, too. Reilly: You do? SCP-6368: Yes! I get plenty of satisfaction from what I do here. Working for the Department– With the department. Some days I’m filing documents, other days I’m filing interviews. I never know what I’ll be doing next. Reilly: But mostly filing. SCP-6368: Mostly filing, yes. And sometimes scheduling. And correspondences, all that. But even then, the types of things I read about in my job, it feels like the world will never run out of oddities. Reilly: I’m sure. So, the past fifty or so years, they’ve been good to you? SCP-6368: Stunningly so! The first decade was somewhat rocky, but since that breach in the fifties, I’ve had energy like nothing else. Reilly: And there’s nothing the Department could do to improve your… “quality of life”? SCP-6368: Have you been looking into a cure for my condition? I understand it’s for the good of the Site, but I haven’t touched a person in… well, decades, I suppose. It’s not easy. Reilly: I can assure you, we’re doing our best, and you have my sympathy. Nothing’s come up yet, but we haven’t given up hope, and neither should you. SCP-6368: I understand. [Silence on recording] SCP-6368: I should get back to work. The transcript for the latest departmental seminar still hasn’t been edited. It’s a good one too, were you there for it? Reilly: I was busy, sorry. But you’re right, I think we can call this a successful review. If you’re ready, feel free to make your way back to– SCP-6368: Doctor Holvig spoke about the necessity for identify verification during vague-haunting scenarios. It was rather inspiring. Plenty of DoD field agents, I’m sure, neglect to ascertain all the facts when writing a report of a minor haunting. Just because the ghost you've encountered isn't possessing farmyard animals, or daubing walls in blood, it doesn't mean you can spare some detail! [Agent Reilly sighs.] SCP-6368: I don’t mean to tell you how to do your job, of course, far from it. I’m sure you’re very thorough. It just makes record-keeping difficult for folks like me, the grunts. I had one file the other week: no victim name, no entity classification, nothing. The agent marked the incident as “a trick of the light.” A trick of the light. I’m sure I’m not alone in finding that a little detail-light, am I? Hardly the sor– [The recording cuts. Agent Reilly has terminated the interview.] – END OF LOG – Throughout all quarterly interviews, SCP-6368 has never indicated any significant discomfort with his position, and there has been no indication that the post-mortal apparition will dispel himself without significant cause. SCP-6368 frequently requests updates on the project to rid him of the contamination he believes necessitates his physical isolation. Should he repeat this request, he is to be told that progress is being made, slowly. Under no circumstances should he be allowed to lose hope in this process; it is thought that this hope may be tethering him to the mortal plane. Update: 2005/03/09 After a meta-analytical review of the “unfinished business” cause of post-mortal tethering was published within the anomalous science community,6 containment specialists planned a novel series of interviews with SCP-6368. These interviews were intended to identify any major life milestones, or significant goals Secretary Heathers had had in his life, but had not attained at the point of death. Any progress towards these goals could result in the demanifestation of SCP-6368, thus it was in the interests of the Foundation to identify – and obstruct – such progress, to ensure the maintenance of the Department of the Departed’s infrastructure. The first three of these interviews occurred without incident, finding no outstanding life goals in Christopher Heathers’ personal relationships, no unfulfilled wishes within his hobbies or pastimes, and no desires relating to national or international sightseeing. The fourth, however, was focused on his professional career goals, and resulted in an unexpected outcome. The relevant portion of this interview is presented in Event Log 6368.3: Event Log 6368.3 DATE: 2005/03/08 Foreword: Operative Anna Purdie has been interviewing SCP-6368 for 20 minutes. Thus far, no desires to experience other fields of work have been identified; Secretary Heathers was happy with his largely-sedentary employment. – BEGIN LOG SEGMENT – SCP-6368: So no, I was never really up for any action. And I certainly wouldn’t be now, not at my age! Purdie: Sure, I understand. We should be able to wrap up soon, just a few more pages left on this questionnaire. SCP-6368: Don’t worry about me, I’m happy to keep going. Purdie: I’m sure. Let’s move on, anyway. Did you ever get passed up for a promotion? Did you ever feel your superiors were undeserving of their position? SCP-6368: Well, not particularly, no. I’ve felt I’ve performed my duties well. I’m living quite comfortably. Sure, I’ve seen a few yuppies climb the ladder, right past me, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m here to help my colleagues, not hinder them, you dig? Purdie: Sure. I… dig. So let me get this straight: in your sixty-odd years of employment within the Department of the Departed, you’ve never felt professionally slighted? SCP-6368: I suppose I did miss something out, but it’s really nothing. Just a hunch I’ve been holding onto far too long. Purdie: Go on. SCP-6368: I’ve been around for a while. I’ve seen this department go through a lot. Three board reshuffles, two new directors, uncountable scientific discoveries… and I’ve never been promoted, relocated, commended… Nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, just find it odd. Unlikely. Purdie: What’s your point? SCP-6368: Maybe I jinxed myself. Let me give you an example. Back in the fifties, ‘round the time of that breach? The one that’s got me all tainted with God-knows-what? The night before, I was working on a new filing system; first I tried chronological, then– Purdie: I’ve reviewed the report, I’m aware of that re-organization attempt. SCP-6368: Alright, alright. After we got the Site back under control after the breach, I went back to finish the reorganisation, and changed the whole thing. You see, I’d dropped a file the day before, and it made me realize that the sys– Purdie: Is that file CH-1938-RH? SCP-6368: That’s right! That’s the one! I couldn’t find it where I dropped it, the next day. It was just gone. And looking for it made me realize– Purdie: Oh, don’t worry about that. Like I said, I’ve been reading the reports of that incident. They found the file: it’d slipped underneath one of the shelving units and got all dusty, so the folks who were cleaning the site where you… uh, fell… they took it away to clean it up. SCP-6368: You found the file? That’s good! So my theory on the matter is– oh. [He pauses.] That’s changed things a little. [SCP-6368’s skin glows brighter, becoming incandescent.] SCP-6368: I was more than a pencil-pusher, Anna. I did have a life. Did no-one care? Purdie: What? SCP-6368: The way you all remembered me, it’s hurtful. Things are a lot clearer now. I’m through. Purdie: You’re… You’re through? [Silence on recording. SCP-6368’s hair wafts, caught by gusts of wind. His skin glows brighter.] Purdie: You’re passing on? Because of a file? SCP-6368: Isn’t it wonderful? Purdie: Fifty years of un-death over a fucking document. You are shitting me, Chris! [The wind surrounding SCP-6368 picks up speed.] SCP-6368: Please, Anna. I am at peace now. Besides, I wasn’t shitting you. I haven’t done that in– [Heathers is speaking, but his words are inaudible over the wind. He continues to glow brighter. Operative Purdie shields her eyes. The security camera is unable to adapt to the brightness.] [Thirty seconds later, the whiteout fades. Operative Purdie is alone in the interview room.] Purdie: Fuck. – END OF LOG – Reclassification to Neutralized pending, to be completed alongside large-scale modernisation of the DoD’s administration, organisation, communications, and over 80 years of archival data stored at Site-59. All agents not on active duty have been reassigned to secretarial duties for the remainder of this effort. Footnotes 1. Eidolon-class: a ghost established by and subsisting upon the opinions and memories of the living. Further details included below. 2. Hauntings in which the expressed phantasm presents with a number of animalistic features, a rare but potent occurrence dealt with by the Department of the Departed. 3. This has been hypothesised to be an attribute of all eidolon-class phantasms that come into existence without their death being observed. Given that all persons familiar with the deceased will hold the belief that they are alive, the phantasm will reflect this quality strongly. 4. In accordance with the SCP Foundation’s Interdepartmental Modernization Efforts. 5. Haney, A. (1913). Handle with Care: Measuring, Defining, and Treating the Degrees of Tangibility (pp. 178-212). Foundation Press. 6. Hardwicke, C. (2003). Get Busy Living, Stay Busy Dying: Goal-Oriented Post-Mortal Tethering. Journal Of Continued Existence, 72(2), 23-32. You Might Also Like... Collapse Recommendations SCP-012-EX — Eurydice, by S D Locke SCP-5520 — The Rabbit Hole, by HarryBlank ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6368" by GremlinGroup, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6368. 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. secretaryheathers.jpg is a composite. It was created from: Name: Oh, Lady, Lady (1920) - 2 Author: Realart Pictures Corporation License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons and Name: Mineralogia Naples6 Author: Paolo Orlando License: CC BY 3.0 Unported Source Link: Wikimedia Commons The image was edited by GremlinGroup and is released under CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: chrisheathers.jpg Name: Eirik Sundvor (1902-1992) Author: The Municipal Archives of Trondheim and GremlinGroup License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: This Page Derivative of: flickr
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SCP-6369-B Item #: SCP-6369 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6369 is held in a standard containment locker. Requests for usage of SCP-6369 can be submitted to the Site Director of the Foundation facility nearest to the requestor's intended location. Personnel are reminded that typical usage of SCP-6369 requires payment ranging from $2 to $30 USD in value; as such, personnel should prepare currency or alternative food items of similar value prior to engaging with SCP-6369. Description: SCP-6369 is a Nokia 3310 mobile phone, with a single number saved in its contacts list. While the phone can be used to dial other numbers, none of the calls will connect. The contact listed in SCP-6369 is named ''Rat lost and found'' (this agency's "employees" are hereafter referred to as SCP-6369-A). Initiating a call to this contact connects the caller with an automated selection system, which will ask a series of questions inquiring about a lost personal possession. The caller is prompted to provide information on which item they need found, where they believe they may have lost it, and what form of payment will be given for its recovery. Of note, certain conditions are required for SCP-6369-A services to be available. If these conditions are not met, SCP-6369 will not provide questions, and will instead play a prerecorded message apologising for the inconvenience before ending the call. The conditions for activating the SCP-6369-A service carousel are as follows: The item is actually lost to the owner, instead of intentionally hidden. The caller cannot deliberately ''lose'' the item. This includes asking a second person to hide an object for them. The item was lost within the last 24 months. The item does not weigh more than 5 kg. The area that the lost item is present in is devoid of rodent traps. The area that the lost item is present in is devoid of predator animals (snakes, cats, birds of prey, etc.). The caller has payment readied before placing the call. SCP-6369-A personnel are not currently active in an alternate location. The call is placed on a weekday. If these conditions are met, an SCP-6369-A associate will manifest outside of the building the SCP-6369 call was placed from, within 30 minutes of calling. SCP-6369-A appear as a variety of fancy rats (Rattus norvegicus domestica), all seemingly directing (or driving) an autonomous robotic vacuum cleaner1 (typically, the Roomba series). They will use the aforementioned vacuums to ''knock'' on the door of the building by bumping into it. SCP-6369-A vary in which brand of robotic vacuum cleaner they bring, what breed of rat they are, and what kind of coat the rat has. The number of SCP-6369-A that manifest is dependent on the size of the building the call is placed from. Items lost in small apartments typically result in a single rat appearing. The largest noted response involved 60 rats, accompanied by 10 vacuums, in order to search a school building. SCP-6369-A, upon arriving onsite, will proceed to dismount their vacuums and search for the item specified as lost. Upon the item being found, the rat(s) will place a call to SCP-6369, and carry the item to its owner, holding said item in their mouths or using their front paws to carry heavier objects. After the item is returned, SCP-6369 rings again, and an automated voice message will request a service payment ranging from 2 to 30 US dollars. Of note: Should a caller not provide payment to SCP-6369-A, they will leave without issue; however, SCP-6369 will no longer function for that individual should they attempt to place further calls. Experimental results for recorded payments accepted by SCP-6369-A are listed below. Items accepted as payment in any format: Legal currency (paper money and coins), carrots (frozen, raw and cooked), lettuce, tomatoes, blueberries, Yogies!-brand treats Items that require preparation to be accepted: Chicken eggs (boiled for at least 8 minutes), chicken (cooked and unseasoned), fish (cooked and unseasoned), walnuts (cracked), beef (boiled, unseasoned), melons (cut into parts) Items that hold increased value with higher quality: Cheese (more expensive types of cheese usually require a lower volume payment, but multiple rats answering a call will usually only accept food in payment if it can be shared among them evenly), pet rodent dry food, ham, salami, turkey —- Rejected items: Citrus fruits (likely due to potential health risk for male rats), office supplies (e.g., pens, pencils and desk accessories), caffeinated beverages (e.g., coffee, tea, sodas), high-value items (gold watches, cellphones, etc.), products associated with animal testing SCP-6369 case studies of particular note are listed below. Caller: Dr. Langford Lost Item: Dr. Langford's keys, lost in her office. SCP-6369 Response: One rat (grey dumbo), searched for 15 minutes. Payment Given: One whole strawberry Caller: Dr. Marisa Norwood Lost Item: Dr. Norwood's notebook, Site 19-23 SCP-6369 Response: 20 rats of varying breeds on 4 vacuum cleaners, spread out after reaching the centre of the building, searched for 1 hour and 38 minutes. Payment Given: 30 dollars in paper bills Caller: Dr. Arthur Hackett Lost Item: Dr. Hackett's eyeglasses, Site 19-23 SCP-6369 Response: 17 rats on three vacuums, searched for 38 minutes Payment Given: 34 blueberries, two per rat Caller: Dr. Veritas Lost Item: Dr. Veritas' coffee cup, Site 19-23 SCP-6369 Response: 30 rats on four vacuums, searched for 1 hour and 40 minutes. Of note, the coffee cup was broken into four pieces and seemed like someone tried to crudely glue it back together, leading Dr. Veritas to believe that someone broke the cup and attempted to hide it. Payment Given: A watermelon, cut into parts to be divided between the rats Caller: Senior Researcher Laura Michalson Lost Item: S.R. Laura Michalson's lunch, an apple, a pear, and a peanut butter sandwich. Lost from the breakroom fridge. SCP-6369 Response: 10 rats of varying breeds on 2 vacuum cleaners, 5 minutes, found in Dr. Arthur Hackett's personal fridge in his office. Payment Given: The apple and pear from S.R. Laura Michalson's lunch, peeled from peels and cut into pieces to share over the 10 rats. Caller: Maintenance Technician Johnson Lost Item: Maintenance Technician Johnson's 15mm combination wrench, most recently seen location unknown SCP-6369 Response: One rat, which immediately climbed up M.T. Johnson's left leg and produced the wrench from one of his pockets. Payment Given: Five peas Addendum SCP-6369-1: As of most recent observations, it was noted that SCP-6369 will sometimes contract the same rat multiple times if the caller has had prior pleasant interactions with said rat. For the case of SCP-6369-B, additional unique behaviors were observed: SCP-6369-B is a black smooth-coated dumbo rat (identified by a white spot on its belly) that initially appeared in front of the containment locker of SCP-6369 after it had been used 20 times since initial containment. Standard screening indicated no anomalous qualities; the rat was assigned to Jr. Researcher Perry's office due to her familiarity with the care of its apparent species. It was noted that SCP-6369-B manifested wearing a miniature headset. It will not resist the headset being taken off, but the headset itself appears to be non-functional. SCP-6369-B will, however, resume wearing the headset after the device is returned. It is believed that the headset is an indication of authority and/or seniority. Upon subsequent uses of SCP-6369 pertaining to larger search areas, SCP-6369-B was noted to disappear from its cage while SCP-6369-A was active in a nearby location. It would then appear at the active search site, and seemingly direct the other rats' tasks using squeaking and limb gesturing. SCP-6369-B was also noted to handle the distribution of food rewards among all present SCP-6369-A. SCP-6369-B will always reappear in its Foundation holding cage after the SCP-6369-A task is complete. Interview Log SCP-6369-B-1 Interviewed: SCP-6369-B Interviewer: J.R. Evangeline Perry (assigned caretaker of SCP-6369-B) Foreword: Upon SCP-6369-B's initial appearance in front of SCP-6369's containment locker, it attempted to get the attention of nearby personnel. After displaying comprehension of human speech, SCP-6369-B was brought into an interview room outfitted with standard communication assistance tools, including a keyboard. SCP-6369-B displayed interest in the keyboard and was placed near it; the keys pressed by SCP-6369-B, when used for its responses, are transcribed below. Perry: Can you tell me your name? SCP-6369-B: IROH Perry: Thanks. Okay Iroh, are you part of the "Rat Lost and Found" program? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Why do you do it? SCP-6369-B: GOOD CLEAN RATS FIND STUFF RATS GOOD CLEAN Perry: Because you want people to know rats are clean? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: So you're helping people find things so they remember rats as good? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: I see! Well, you're doing a great job, people here really appreciate what you do. SCP-6369-B: RATS GOOD =] Perry: Did you have a human companion before? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Do you know where they are now? SCP-6369-B: [shakes its head] Perry: Were they the ones who taught you to find lost items? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Did they teach you anything else? SCP-6369-B: [nods] Perry: Can you show me? [SCP-6369-B rolls over, walks 30cm on its hind legs, jumps up, spins around its own axis and looks at Jr. Perry. Perry, having been supplied with treats prior to the interview, presented SCP-6369-B with a piece of apple. SCP-6369-B accepted the snack and started consuming it. The interview continued when SCP-6369-B finished.] Perry: So why are you here? SCP-6369-B: GOOD GOOD Perry: Is it good here? You want to stay here? SCP-6369-B: [nods] MORE RATS FIND STUFF GOOD Perry: I'd love that! I'll have to ask, but I can make arrangements for a nice big cage and some toys. Would you also like a friend? SCP-6369-B: PLS Perry: You didn't eat all the apples. …Are you going to leave the apple peel? SCP-6369-B: YE Addendum: SCP-6369-B has taken up permanent residence in the office of Jr. Researcher Perry, in a 1m x 60cm x 70cm rodent cage. It was given a non-anomalous fancy rat to keep it company. Of note: SCP-6369-B and the rat accompanying it in its cage do not show signs of aging, despite the common short life span of rats in domestication and in the wild. Addendum SCP-6369-2: SCP-6369 was initially acquired from a second-hand electronics shop. Sales records indicate that the item originally belonged to "Mr. Adrian Silverton", an elderly retiree, who passed away in 2019. Family members, when questioned, described the individual as an advocate against the negative stigma associated with pet rats, as well as an amateur software app developer. A subsequent search of the family's residence uncovered a side room filled with empty small mammal cages; family members confirmed that up to his passing, Adrian Silverton ran an animal sanctuary for surrendered pet rats. The family members claimed that all of the rats "disappeared when Grandpa Silverton passed away." Footnotes 1. Cross-referencing of serial numbers from SCP-6369-A-driven vacuums indicate that they were legitimately purchased. For some cases, it was noted that the vacuums had malfunctioned and the prior owner intended to trash them. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6369" by Labiosis, Leveritas, and Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6369. 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: Iroh Hat.png Author: Labiosis License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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Check out my other pages on my author profile! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6370 Level4 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Interior of SCP-6370. Special Containment Procedures: Investigations into SCP-6370 are ongoing. The mechanism through which entry to SCP-6370 is gained is currently unknown, hindering research. Footage from Researcher Brandes' surveillance is currently under analysis. Stills of individuals encountered by Brandes are in the process of being compared to missing persons records. Description: SCP-6370 is an extradimensional spatial anomaly. The interior dimensions of the anomaly are as yet unknown, but are seemingly limitless. The interior is characterised by an arid, desert environment, through which runs a highway road. Based on recovered footage, there are a number of structures and inhabitants within SCP-6370. At least one inhabitant is currently believed to be native to the space. It is hypothesised that SCP-6370 has anomalous spatial and temporal properties, and that those within it experience impairment of their cognitive abilities as a potential result of this. Discovery: On the morning of 08/13/2021, Foundation Researcher Jeffrey Brandes departed Site-19 after a night shift. Upon finishing their shift, Brandes neglected to turn off and remove from his attire the mandatory recording equipment1 worn during conducted testing. At some point on the journey to his civilian residence, Brandes entered SCP-6370: [BEGIN FOOTAGE] [Brandes leaves his personal laboratory, gathers his belongings, and walks to the nearest Site checkout gate. He engages in conversation with the guard on duty, Franklin Perez:] Brandes: Have a good weekend, Frank. Perez: Thanks Jeff, you too. Are you and Lisa up to anything? Brandes: I don't think so, we'll just have a quiet one. See you Monday. [Brandes walks to vehicle bay WEST-3A and enters his civilian vehicle. He exits the site.] [The recording equipment, situated on Brandes' coat, captures the journey from his vantage point.] [The surrounding environment begins to exhibit minor deviations from baseline. Treelines grow sparser, the ground dryer.] [21 minutes into the journey, the footage undergoes a sudden degradation in quality. The sound of static is briefly heard. Brandes enters SCP-6370.] [A structure comes into view on the horizon. As Brandes drives closer, the building becomes identifiable as a diner. He mumbles to himself:] Brandes: Starving. [He signals to pull over, and drives into the diner's parking lot.] [As he does so, the camera captures a seemingly humanoid entity, covered in a dark red liquid, crouched near the far side of the building. It faces away from the camera, and is non-identifiable.2 Brandes does not appear to see the entity; if he does, he does not react.] [The car stops and Brandes steps out, forgoing locking the vehicle. He surveys the landscape; no distinguishing features can be seen. Sand, hills and the highway stretch out before him. He takes his cellular phone out his pocket, and attempts to make a series of phone calls, none of which connect. Abandoning his efforts, he begins to walk around to the front of the building.] [An unidentified elderly man comes into the camera's frame, walking down the highway in the opposite direction to Brandes. His dishevelled grey suit jacket flaps in the wind, whilst his feet are bare and bleeding. Brandes runs over to him.] Brandes: Hey! Hey you! [With his back to the diner, Brandes places a hand on the man's shoulder. He stops and turns towards Brandes, but does not make eye contact.] Brandes: I'm… I'm not sure I'm meant to be here. I need to get back to… [he pauses.] wherever I came from. Do you know the way? UNIDENTIFIED: [Indiscernible.] Brandes: Can you speak up? I can't- UNIDENTIFIED: Keep moving. You gotta keep moving. [The man continues to mumble the phrase as Brandes responds.] Brandes: I, yes that's what I'm trying to do. Do you know where we are? [The man does not respond.] Brandes: Do you know where we are? [The man looks up, still avoiding eye contact. He begins to stare over Brandes' shoulder, his eyes widen and his breath quickens.] UNIDENTIFIED: The Oh…Oh…Oh!3 [The man turns, and begins to run down the highway, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. Brandes watches silently before turning back to the diner.] [A bell rings as Brandes opens the diner door. It appears to be empty.] Brandes: Hello? [A female voice calls out from back:] UNIDENTIFIED-II: One minute! Interior of SCP-6370. [The diner is in an unkempt state; the red leather seat covers are frayed and torn, and wood paneling pulls away from the walls. In the centre of the room, a counter in a U-shape divides the space between the seating and an area for drinks preparation. Food display units are situated on top of the counter. They are turned on, but empty. A large amount of mould grows in the back of one.] UNIDENTIFIED-II: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly! [Brandes situates himself in a seating booth, facing inwards to the diner, away from the highway. At the end of the row of booths, another patron is now visible. A large, bald man sits in the far corner, facing away from Brandes.] [The source of the unidentified voice becomes apparent — a server enters the room via a door next to the booth the patron is sat in. She carries a tray of food, coming from the kitchen. As the door closes, flies follow her into the room.] [Brandes pulls out his phone and, on seeing the lack of signal, begins to toggle airplane mode on and off. The server leans over the counter to grab a menu.] Server [previously UNIDENTIFIED-II]: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going? Brandes: Okay, thanks. Server: Well here's our menu, can I get you- [Brandes looks up from his phone, making eye contact with the server. She pauses and stares at him. Pinned to her uniform is a nametag, degraded to the point of illegibility.] Brandes: I'm sorry, are you okay? [A loud snorting sound is heard.] Server: I- yes, I'm fine. Brandes: Do we know each other? Server: No. No, I don't think we do. [Another loud snorting sound. Brandes turns from the server, looking down the row of booths. At the end, the patron is shovelling food into his mouth with his hands at pace. The speed of consumption impinges his breathing, resulting in him respiring heavily through his nose.] [The server steps back from the table.] Server: C-can I get you some coffee to start? Brandes: That would be lovely, thank you. [A crunch reverberates throughout the diner. Brandes turns to look at the patron, who throws a glance over their shoulder; their eyes are covered by black sunglasses. They quickly resume consumption.] Server: What, err, what brings you out here anyway? [The sound of chewing begins to be heard constantly, but quietly.] Brandes: I'm just trying to get home. Server: Aren't we all? [The sound of chewing grows in volume.] [The server returns to Brandes' booth. Her face is flushed and moist.] Server: Have you had a chance to look at the menu? Brandes: Yeah, I was thinking the waffles with- Server: I'm sorry, we don't have the waffles at the moment. [Leaning over the table, the server's hand shakes as she pours the coffee. A drop of sweat falls from her forehead and lands in the cup. The chewing sounds grow increasingly louder.] Brandes: Okay, how about the eggs over easy? Server: Sorry, out of that too. [Brandes raises their voice to be heard over the chewing noises.] Brandes: Pancakes? Server: Nope. Brandes: What do you have then? Server: [indiscernible.] [The server's lips move, but the sound of chewing has grown to a volume where the words spoken cannot be discerned. She pauses for a minute, then continues. Due to the camera angle, it is unclear if Brandes is speaking too.] [The volume of the chewing noises has increased to the point of distortion. Blood begins to seep from the server's ears. She mutters a single syllable at Brandes.] [Brandes jumps from the booth and sprints out of the diner. As soon as the door closes behind him, the chewing noises cease. All that can then be heard is Brandes' laboured breathing.] [His car is absent from the parking lot.] [He begins to walk along the highway, but turns to look at the diner before leaving. The server stares at him through the window, a tear rolling down her cheek. Brandes turns back to the highway and continues walking.] [43 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes continues to walk down the highway. There have been no distinguishing landmarks or features so far. A young man appears on the horizon, walking towards Brandes. Brandes runs to him.] Brandes: Hey! Hey you! UNIDENTIFIED: Whoa, whoa, stay back! Stay the fuck back. [As Brandes approaches, the man darts backwards, off the road. His dress shoes throw up sand against his grey suit, soiling it.] Brandes: I just wanted to know where we are! I'm trying to get home. [The man stops moving and stands in place. Silence.] UNIDENTIFIED: Have we met before? Brandes: No? I, I don't think so? UNIDENTIFIED: …okay. Guessing you must be new here then. [The man resumes walking.] UNIDENTIFIED: I'm sorry, but you can have this advice for free. Try and fight through the fog, but above all, keep moving. You hear me? You gotta keep moving. Brandes: Why? [With the distance between them growing, the man raises his voice to be heard.] UNIDENTIFIED: The Ogre. Don't let the Ogre catch you. [Brandes resumes walking.] [1 HOUR 12 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [A large building appears ahead of Brandes, nestled behind a hill.] [19 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes approaches the windowless building. A parking lot stretches out leading out to the entrance.] Interior of SCP-6370. [The automatic doors open. Brandes enters. Lights flicker on the ceiling above him.] [The interior resembles a supermarket, but the shelves are empty. On some, empty containers and packets are scattered.] [Brandes wanders through the supermarket aisles. The shelves are high, restricting the dim shine of the lights above.] [A noise. Brandes turns around; a box rests in the centre of the aisle, dislodged from the shelf it previously rested on.] Brandes: Hello? Interior of SCP-6370. [Brandes walks to the end of the aisle and looks around the corner. A door set in the far wall slams shut. He attempts to open it, but it is locked.] [Brandes carries on searching the building.] [34 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes has been exploring the building, going from aisle to aisle, without discovery. The building appears to be larger on the inside than it appeared from outside. As he reaches the end of an aisle, he sees a "customer service" desk in the distance. A woman stands behind it.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: Good Morning, Sir. Can I help you today? Regretfully we're out of stock of most items at the moment. Brandes: That's okay. I'm just looking for a way out of here. UNIDENTIFIED-III: The way out? It's just along the aisles, the same way you came in. Brandes: No, not out of here, out of, agh- [Brandes clutches his forehead] out of HERE, out of this place. I need to get home. UNIDENTFIED-III: Oh. Oh I'm so sorry. [Silence.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: There's no going home. [A brief jingle plays over the building's tannoy system. This is followed by the commencement of chewing noises.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: The store's closing, Sir. I must ask you leave. [The woman glances over Brandes' shoulder. The lights flicker.] Brandes: What do you mean by that? UNIDENTIFIED-III: Sir, please- [A shuffling noise is heard behind Brandes.] Brandes: Why can't I go home? [A figure shuffles into frame and walks behind the desk. They situate themselves directly behind the woman. It is the patron from the diner.] Brandes: Hey, sorry but we're having a conver- UNIDENTIFIED-III: Be quiet. [Up close, the features of the patron are more discernible. Its skin is grey and mottled, and what earlier appeared to be a nose is in fact crude makeup drawn on a flat surface. Despite this, it leans in towards the woman, and proceeds to emit a series of sounds similar to sniffing. The woman stares directly forward.] [The patron opens its mouth; a long, grey tongue falls out. It lands on the woman's shoulder, and licks all the way up to her ear before it retracts back into its mouth.] [With a grunting noise, the patron opens its mouth and bites down with force on the woman's upper trapezius muscle. Once its teeth are embedded, it does not release its bite.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: Run. [The patron jerks its head upwards, pulling back layers of muscle and tendon. Blood sprays from ruptured vessels, covering Brandes in a red mist.] UNIDENTIFIED-III: RUN. [Brandes turns and begins to sprint, but slips in the blood. He hits the floor as blood continues to splatter over him. The lights begin to flicker rapidly.] [He stands and staggers forward, breaking into a run.] [16 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [After running past a vast number of aisles, Brandes returns to the building entrance. As the doors begin to automatically open, he forces his body through the gap between them and continues to sprint.] [The sky is dark red.] [He moves through the parking lot, and back onto the highway.] [58 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes, still running down the highway, trips and falls. He grazes his leg on the tarmac, but quickly stands and resumes moving.] [3 HOURS 38 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [For the first time since returning to the highway, Brandes turns around. Several meters behind him, the diner patron stands, motionless, in the middle of the road. He resumes moving.] [7 HOURS 22 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes slows his run, leans forward, and vomits. Afterwards, he resumes moving.] [15 HOURS 41 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [A building appears on the horizon.] [55 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REDACTED] [Brandes approaches the building, and slumps down against the wall, next to a door. Still covered in the woman's blood, he begins to hyperventilate.] Brandes: I don't…I can't make…sense… [Running his hands down his torso, Brandes notices the surveillance camera. He angles it to point towards his face.] Brandes: If this is transmitting… [He appears pained when trying to speak.] Brandes: Found myself in…here. Time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. Cognition is dulled. Hazy. Can't remember where I've been or going. Tell Lisa… time, distance, both seem wrong. Wrong. I've found myself in this space, unsure- [The door Brandes is slumped by flies open, and a figure emerges.] Brandes: No! No, no ,no! [The patron lurches forward, and grabs Brandes by his coat lapels. As it does, its black sunglasses fall off its face. Behind them, two small, birdlike eyes are nestled within rolls of flesh. The surface of the eyes is completely black.] [Brandes grasps onto the doorframe as the patron pulls him into the building. His grasp falters, and he is dragged through, falling through fly-filled air onto a tiled floor.] [The patron leans in over Brandes, and begins to emit sniffing noises. Viscous pus drips from the skin folds of its neck, landing on Brandes' chest.] [Brandes raises his hands, attempting to push the patron away.] [The patron opens its mouth. Its teeth are square, appearing too large for the mouth in which they reside. Its grey, ulcered tongue rests between the bottom set.] [Brandes screams as the patron bites down on his left hand. Half his ring finger and the entirety of his middle and index finger are avulsed. The patron begins to chew.] [It turns around and emits a low, guttural squealing sound, spraying half-chewed flesh as it does. A woman walks into frame — the server.] Brandes: Help…help me… [The server moves to approach Brandes but is met by another vocalisation from the patron. It turns to her and gnashes its teeth, lurching its head in her direction.] Server: Okay, okay! [Brandes moans as the server backs away. He rolls on the ground.] [A dragging sound is heard. Brandes steadies his movement, and props himself up on his right elbow. His left hand bleeds continually. From this vantage point, cupboards, a stove, and worktop counters can be seen. The server pulls a meat grinder along the latter, towards Brandes and the patron.] [Brandes attempts to move. The patron jumps on top of him, pinning him in place. The view from the camera is obscured. Screaming can be heard.] [Two minutes later, the patron draws back, pulling away from Brandes' face. Large scraps of skin and flesh hang out a blood soaked mouth. Brandes does not move. The server stands by the grinder, quietly crying.] [The patron rests its left hand on Brandes' stomach, and begins to repeatedly pull his right leg. Tearing sounds are heard, followed by a popping as the femur dislocates from the hip bone.] [Opening its mouth and unfurling its tongue, the patron holds aloft the severed leg. The tongue descends into the centre of the femur bone and undulates, dislodging the bone marrow within. The offal is lifted into the patron's mouth. The tongue descends into the bone again. As it does, an ulcer pops, spraying a yellow liquid outwards.] [Empty of marrow, the leg is discarded. The patron's tongue licks its face, gathering the blood and smearing the drawn on nose.] [The patron turns, and walks out of shot. A door is heard opening then closing.] [Now holding a kitchen knife, the server walks up to the leg, picks it up, and carries it to the meat grinder. She begins to slice chunks of flesh into the machine's inlet.] [A bell is heard. The server drops the remnants of the leg on the floor.] UNKNOWN-IV: Hello? [As a voice calls out from offscreen, the server turns the grinder's crank.] Server: One minute! [As the crank turns, the meat is ground to mince, falling unceremoniously onto a waiting plate.] Server: Take a seat, I'll be with you shortly! [The server wipes her eyes, before inhaling deeply. She picks up the plate and walks offscreen.] [A door is heard opening then closing.] Server: Welcome! It's nice to meet you, how's your day going? [FOOTAGE CEASES TRANSMISSION.] Footnotes 1. Microcamera and microphone. 2. Analysis hindered by video footage and lack of screen time and focus. 3. Accuracy of transcription unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6370" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6370. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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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: "The SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "To Secure, Contain, and Protect."; color: black; } WE DIE IN THE DARK close Info X SCP-6371: "The Original" More by this author? Written by Liryn ! WARNING ! WORLDWIDE SITE LOCKDOWN IN PROGRESS BY THE AUTHORITY OF SCP FOUNDATION GENERAL COMMAND DISSOLUTION IN: 349 DAYS Be advised! Access to SCP-6371's documentation is Level 5/GENERAL restricted. SCP Foundation resources running exceedingly low. Emergency protocols enacted; all secondary files indefinitely placed under Level 5/GENERAL clearance. Primary files available to all remaining personnel for reasons of cogency. [ACCESS GRANTED] Item #: SCP-6371 Special Containment Procedures: A 1.45km parcel of land surrounding SCP-6371 has been acquired by the SCP Foundation. Routine patrols are conducted to maintain security, and to dissuade potential trespassers. Any and all persons attempting to enter SCP-6371 without sufficient authorization will be destroyed on sight. The preservation of SCP-6371's containment status following the projected near-total decline of ancillary SCP Foundation resources is not guaranteed. Description: SCP-6371 is a small, dilapidated, and abandoned industrial warehouse, located in a remote tundra belonging to Yamalia, Northern Russia. SCP-6371 is accessible via a single steel door. Within, a glossy black placard is bolted to a section of wall, above the door's reverse-side: PROPERTY OF THE SCP FOUNDATION The door was found unlocked upon discovery, with a broken padlock laying on the floor. Appendix: SCP-6371 possesses a total of three (3) accessible rooms; the remainder of its interior has either collapsed or is presently unexplored due to alternative obstructions. I. The first room: a mid-sized, cuboid space, features broken and grimy tile walls, as well as five (5) rectangular support beams — arranged in a circular shape surrounding a central shattered skylight. Water runoff continuously drips from an exposed gutter above a damaged section of ceiling, creating a shallow brackish puddle encompassing much of the room's floor space. Scattered across the room is a disorderly collection of various wooden boxes, upturned chairs, empty ammunition crates, folding tables, metal barrels, rusty nuts and bolts, glass shards, and sodden papers. The room's east wall, covered in sheets of corrugated metal, features a corroded SCP Foundation insignia, tarnished with several long scratch marks. The words: WE DIE IN THE DARK SO YOU CAN LIVE IN THE LIGHT are carved into a damaged concrete pilaster below this insignia. A set of industrial double-doors on the room's north side, outfitted with hazard symbols, opens into a short, dark antechamber. It leads to the summit of a winding steel staircase — illuminated by an overhead fluorescent bulb. A decaying female corpse was found laying at the top of this staircase, with a ruptured trachea and broken collarbone. Descension of the stairs will result in entry to SCP-6371's second constituent room. II. SCP-6371's secondary area is long and vestibular, leading into a wider section. It is entirely unlit; detailing on the ceiling suggests that an array of pre-existing light fixtures have been uninstalled. The room's integrity is highly unstable; malformed rebar springs from damaged sections of the upper walls; cracks perperate much of the walls and ceiling. The floor is daubed in a thin layer of algae growth. Sections of the floor are tarnished with soot, as well as an unidentified red-orange substance; a torn lab coat, resting on a table, is stained with the same substance. At the end of the room, at the far wall of the adjoining section, is a long series of heavily corroded cast-iron doors: each outfitted with a large padlock; a small bolted-on placard (bearing an embossed inscription); a plethora of rusted chains. Each of the doors opens into a small, cuboid chamber, fitted with a barred window — allowing a streak of bright natural light to illuminate the interior. All chambers have been forcibly entered. Access relevant data below. + Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required - Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required Placard Name THE COLLECTOR Chamber Contents A large worn sack, containing a multitude of broken animal bones, as well as a dark oily substance, which bubbles at the bottom of the bag. THE CLICK An empty wooden crate. A streak of yellow paint is visible on the crate's left side. A drain in the corner of the chamber routinely produces a gurgling sound. THE PROPHECY A pile of dead leaves, covering a weathered longsword. When approached, the leaves are gently blown into the air by a gust of wind, and return to their previous position. THE IDIOT A rusted steel scythe rests against the chamber wall, next to a pair of well-polished boots. Rose petals dot the floor. THE TERRIFIER Bite marks are visible across the entirety of the chamber floor. A lock of rough, dark hair was found wrapped around a window bar, which was blown out of the window upon approach. THE CYNIC A brass necklace, resting in a puddle of saltwater. THE UNDOER The chamber is empty. Agents unilaterally reported overwhelming anxiety whenever alone inside of the chamber. THE TRUTH A broken pair of handcuffs. Markings on the dirty floor indicate a violent altercation. THE MEMORY A canine skeleton, surrounded by dead flowers. THE SANCTUM The interior of the chamber is completely covered in mold. THE BEAST A broken strobe light, adjacent to a pair of welding goggles. Small black marks dot the floor. III. A short black door, located to the right of the row of chamber doors, leads into SCP-6371's third accessible area: It is an unlit, narrow corridor, turning at a 90-degree angle. The broken tile walls of the previous room have transitioned into dark concrete; the floor is wet. At the end of the corridor, a heavy cast-iron door exists. It is welded shut, and blocked by a pile of rubble. No other access points exist elsewhere in the structure, providing entry to this region. Conclusion: Exploration of SCP-6371 is under indefinite standby. Resources will be put towards prolonging the lifespan of the SCP Foundation, as dictated by General Command. DISSOLUTION IN: 60 DAYS Update: Reserve agents were alerted to SCP-6371 whereupon a low, droning sound emanated from the structure for a period of roughly four (4) minutes — heard from a distance of ~5km. Tentative investigation uncovered that the pile of rubble, previously blocking the cast-iron door in SCP-6371's third section, was missing. Additionally, swathes of rubble had been removed from other regions of the building; large portions of grime, dirt, and invasive plant life were also missing. Following a period of rumination, the cast-iron door was forced open. IV. Located behind a heavy, cast-iron door in SCP-6371's previous section, the fourth area is split into two distinguished sub-sections. IV.I is a long, narrow, hallway. It leads toward a set of stone steps. A placard, bolted to the wall adjacent to these steps, reads as follows: YOU'VE ACTUALLY BEEN HERE BEFORE. WE JUST MADE SURE YOU FORGOT. IV.II, accessible via the aforementioned steps, is a large, circular room, featuring a central dais. An SCP Foundation insignia is carved into the dais. A dark monolith, placed in the center of the insignia, features an array of engraved SCP Foundation insignias; each iteration differs slightly in design. Examples include: An iteration of the insignia featuring five (5) central arrows; An iteration of the insignia wherein there are no central arrows; An iteration of the insignia which is shaped like a hexagon; An iteration of the insignia that is upside-down; An iteration of the insignia featuring an upside-down triangle, represented in negative space. A plaque, placed above the array of insignias, reads as follows: THE ORIGINAL DISSOLUTION IN: 0 DAYS V. + Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required - Level 5/SPECIAL Clearance Required THE SCULPTURE Chamber Contents ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6371" by Liryn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6371. 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: story.jpg Name: Abandoned military facilities on Adak Island. 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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 by JakdragonX and Ralliston Fig 1.1: Digital recreation of the rune string present on SCP-6372's outside. Item №: SCP-6372 Special Containment Procedures: The star system in which SCP-6372 is located within must remain closed off from public access under the guise of a highly unstable reality, caused by prior en masse testing of Lang Distortion Drives. All civilians entering through are to be detained, amnesticized, and released as per standard protocol. Provisional Site-6372 has been established at the top of SCP-6372 for further research. Finding a viable way of entry into the structure and deciphering the symbols it bears should be considered an utmost priority. Description: SCP-6372 is a massive1 stone monolith, located on the surface of BU-45996-V2 and piercing into its exosphere. It is solely constructed from a currently unidentified smooth, black, and seemingly indestructible material. Despite this, engravings with, as of yet, untranslated runes regularly appear on its surface. As of writing, these runes do not correlate to any language known by humanity, the Martians, the taronyu, or otherwise, as depicted in Fig 1.1. Foundation empaths and telepaths claim the symbols emanate a "worried feeling of abandonment." The exact meaning of this and the translation of the symbols discovered are still being compiled by Provisional Site-6372 personnel. Although SCP-6372 bears no points of entry, a Foundation scan revealed the structure to be hollow inside after just 10 meters of wall depth, forming approximately 9 959 km3 of emptiness within. What — if anything — resides there currently remains unknown. From inside, the monolith itself constantly exudes a notable buzzing sound — whether this is caused by some unidentified property of the stone it was built with or is made by additional anomalous phenomena within the structure itself remains under investigation. A clarification for my colleagues: it is not just the sound of "buzzing" that has piqued our interests. We are aware of multiple materials that emanate similar sounds — this, in and of itself, is no different. While the document is not technically incorrect, it severely lacks specificity and context. Beyond the aptly put "buzzing" are faint echos, reminiscent of undecipherable whispers. Myself and many others have heard it during our research. Further deeper the sounds are louder — almost as if a loud drum was being played somewhere inside. Really, there is a certain rhythm within SCP-6372; and its songs are what truly intrigue us. Whatever it may be — we must know the truth. — Dr. Stephen, SCP-6372 Research Team Lead SCP-6372 has been, thus far, entirely resistant to every type of damage the Foundation attempted to inflict on it, anomalous or not. This property seems to also extend to immunity to weather patterns and standard physical forces that should affect the structure.3 This trait has ensured that any approximation of the structure's age, research into its exact composition, or further analysis of its characteristics remains impossible by current means. The only thing that can be extrapolated about SCP-6372 from currently available data is the fact that it is not native to the planet it is located on. Addendum 6372-1: SCP-6372 Entry Attempts Following extensive study regarding SCP-6372, Provisional Site-6372 personnel have come to the conclusion that further research and understanding of the structure's purpose is entirely unfeasible without gaining entry inside it. As such, the usage of direct force in hopes of achieving this has been authorized by Overwatch Command. Additionally, an official request for the deployment of a linguopath4 to SCP-6372 was put forward. The request was later approved, but the expected arrival time for the aforementioned asset was determined for the next decade due to project overload. In the meantime, entry testing officially began for SCP-6372. Attached below is the log of Foundation attempts to breach the structure via the utilization of technology shipped to Provisional Site-6372 by supply spaceships. Test Number Technique Utilized Results #1 Standard diamond drill No effect. Item broke upon prolonged contact with SCP-6372's surface. #3 Nuclear-powered Deep-space Mining Satelite (NDMS), operating from BU-45996-V's orbit The device operated non-stop for a week until its power supply had run out; whilst the part of SCP-6372 it was targeted at did not break, its surface temperature has increased by 0.0002°C. #10 Standard Deep-space Mining Explosive (SDME) Upon exploding, the asset ionized the entirety of BU-45996-V's atmosphere around the part of SCP-6372 it was focused on. The structure itself yielded no damage. #12 Thaumaturgy Numerous thaumaturgic rituals ranging from alchemical mass exchange through focused rays of energy to attempted ripping of the material from the inside out were attempted by shipped Thaumaturgy Department personnel. All of them have invariably failed — research staff have concluded that the material SCP-6372 is composed of is a perfect thaumaturgic isolator. #14 Nuclear bombardment A nuclear missile was detonated at the bottom of SCP-6372. Following the dissolvement of the mushroom cloud that was formed during the explosion, research staff determined the blast peeled away 1 μm of SCP-6372's shell in the radius of the blast. Although this was noted to have indeed damaged the structure, further testing with this method has been deemed impossible, as total forced entry into SCP-6372 would require the usage of approximately 10 000 000 warheads, should identical blasts deal the same amount of damage to the walls. #21 Entry via the usage of a Bifrost Engine-powered ship5 Following the activation of the engine, SCP-6372 still persisted within the zero-reality space, still present, not allowing for the ship to bypass it; the exact meaning of this remains unclear. #26 Localized total reality breakdown, as initially utilized by Lang Distortion Drives Pieces of technology previously used within the LDD were targeted at the part of local reality that was the walls of SCP-6372, removing the concept of baseline laws of physics from it to allow destruction attempts. Despite this, SCP-6372 remained indifferent, suggesting it adheres to different laws of physics that the ones present in baseline reality. [Following the failure of all the above methods, the request for utilizing anomalies in the process of attempted entry into SCP-6372 has now been officially approved] #35 SCP-37946 SCP-6372 was struck once using SCP-3794. However, it remained unaffected by the weapon's anomalous effect, suggesting it is entirely non-biological in composition. #50 SCP-2977 Although SCP-6372's surface temperature increased significantly as a result of the application of SCP-297 at its highest setting, no other structural changes were observed. SCP-297 eventually broke after 3 hours of continuous use, and has since been reclassified as Neutralized. #61 SCP-0638 SCP-063 was applied to the base of SCP-6372, removing all dust and foreign particles present on its surface. No damage to SCP-6372 was observed. Further testing with SCP-063 has been put on hold indefinitely due to concerns over the possibility of its unintentional neutralization. #68 SCP-61619 Addendum 6372-2: Provisional Site-6372 Exploration Shortly after the commencement of the most recent test entry, all contact with Provisional Site-6372 was abruptly lost. For this reason, the results of the aforementioned test remain unknown. A fleet of recovery ships was promptly sent to investigate and ascertain the status of Provisional Site-6372. Upon arrival, the Foundation came to find the Provisional Site having been destroyed entirely. Its structure had seemingly melted, and all on-site personnel were reduced to skeletons. Their suits and apparatus were likewise rendered unusable. Following further examination, SCP-6372 was verified to have been breached. A small, several centimeter opening was found at the northern-most face, roughly 1.25 m above ground-level. A single broken knife handle was found nearby, with additional skeletons surrounding it and the opening. Personnel peering into the structure from the opening reported it being empty, and that it appeared to be composed entirely out of cake from the inside. On the southern and opposite side of SCP-6372, another larger breach was also discovered. Cake material scattered several kilometers away from the opening indicates that a sudden large explosion was the cause of the breach. SCP-6372 was also noted to have been silent for the first time since its discovery. Despite the apparent loss of all data stored at Provisional Site-6372, the unsealing of its Exclusionary Deepwell Archives revealed a record of all data transfers into and out of the Site. Among standard project files previously submitted to the inter-Foundation SCiPNET databases, a single edit request was found that had not received authorization. The edit request in question was submitted by the account of Samantha Baker,10 containing a singular sentence with a message titled "SCP-6372 Translation". Its exact meaning — and importance to SCP-6372 and the Site's fate, if applicable — remains unknown. It is attached below. This is not a place of honor. Footnotes 1. Precisely 10 km x 10 km x 100 km in size. 2. A rogue terrestrial planet located approximately 25 lightyears away from the Solar System, roughly the size of Earth, with an entirely unhabitable atmosphere. No signs of any life present. 3. For example, despite its extreme height, SCP-6372 does not seem to be affected by standard gravitational forces that should normally force the object down due to its lack of propeller stabilizers. 4. Individual born with the anomalous capability to understand every language written as their native one; extremely rare, approximated to be born one billionth of the time. 5. Bifrost Engines operate via displacing the vessel they power out of local reality and into a zero-reality subspace, allowing for superliminal propulsion. 6. SCP-3794 is a hammer capable of turning all biological matter it encounters into pico de gallo salsa. 7. SCP-297 is a vibrator capable of vibrating at a faster-than-light speed; this property has been often used in the past for the destruction of highly durable material. 8. SCP-063 is a toothbrush capable of effortlessly cleaving through any material it encounters. 9. SCP-6161 is a steel knife capable of cutting through any material it encounters — when it does so, the entire object turns into differently-flavored cake. 10. A Foundation linguopath sent to Provisional Site-6372 as per request — her arrival was not noted in the database. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6372" by JakdragonX and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6372. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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by J Dune SCP-6373 - Stage Blight This ain’t your grandpa’s kermit! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6373 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6373 instances, observing Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Barrow J. Dune N/A PoI-6373, Timothée Goffard Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-6373 has been outfitted with a closed-circuit surveillance system and shuttered from public access. Assigned personnel are to view and transcribe SCP-6373's daily performances. Counseling is available as a part of post-viewing debriefing; personnel are expected to be repulsed. Description: SCP-6373 is a collection of four papier-mâché puppets, each 1 meter in height. Chemical analysis indicates each puppet's exterior is constructed from non-anomalous material. All attempts to observe the interior of SCP-6373, through either physical or endoscopic means, have failed. All instances are attached to an individual set of strings, bound together by a plastic cross-shaped mechanism intended for control by a puppeteer. SCP-6373 emit a strong rotting odor, causing visceral nausea. This response is entirely non-anomalous. At 18:00 daily, SCP-6373 will gain anomalous properties, primarily limited sentience, mobility, and intelligence. Attempts to interact with the objects outside of SCP-6373-Events (See Below) have failed. This effect will not occur if SCP-6373 are contained in a location other than the Goffard Theater, located in Reading, Pennsylvania. Instead, they will remain inert objects. SCP-6373 will then begin a rapid deterioration process, involving slowly melting their papier-mâché bodies and emitting a stronger, more intensive odor as a result. This process continues until SCP-6373 are placed within a 12 meter vicinity of the Goffard Theater. When conditions for animation are sufficient, SCP-6373 proceed to the main stage of the theater to perform an act, classified as an SCP-6373-Event. The details of this performance are fluid and ever-changing, and presently, no repeat performances have been observed. An audience of at least one individual must be present at the theater to observe the performance, otherwise SCP-6373 will undergo decomposition. SCP-6373-Event Summary and Cast Overview: An SCP-6373-Event is a largely unorganized and spontaneous performance acted out by SCP-6373, featuring unorthodox attempts at humor, storytelling, and entertainment. Audience attempts to interact with SCP-6373 during a performance have resulted in injury. Performances do not have a set length, ranging from two minutes to three weeks in length. Descriptions of each puppet's physical appearance and typical role in an SCP-6373-Event can be found below. SCP-6373-1 is an elderly male with a pointed nose and large eyes, clad in a beret, black sweater, and striped shirt. -1 is referred to as "Pierre", and serves as the performance's host, and central character. SCP-6373-2 is a large, bald, disembodied head with sizable ears and an open-mouthed expression. SCP-6373-2 is referred to as "Glouton", and is incapable of speaking outside of deep, guttural moaning and single-word statements. SCP-6373-3 is a diminutive disembodied head with closed, sunken eyes, and a solemn expression. It is noticeably smaller than the others, and its “skin” is painted a discolored grey. While the puppet features no limbs, much like Glouton, audiences have observed its strings being pulled during performances as if articulated joints were present. SCP-6373-3 is referred to as "Ame". Though Ame does not typically speak or make noise, it will, on occasion, silently cry. Ame is the most frequent target of Pierre's verbal and physical abuse. SCP-6373-4 is a long-necked clown, wearing an outfit typical of such with white gloves. SCP-6373-4 is the only puppet with a hinged jaw, intended to be operated through the use of a string connected at the bottom of the mouth. This mechanism has since broken, rendering SCP-6373-4's jaw loose and uncontrollable. SCP-6373-4 is referred to as "Jacque", and serves as the group's comedic relief. Jacque often reiterates the phrase "Isn’t that funny?" to punctuate its antics. Addendum.6373.1: History and Performance Summaries The Goffard Theater was opened in Reading, Pennsylvania in 1860 by French immigrant and entrepreneur Timothée Goffard. The theater was host to stage plays, musical performances, and in-house puppet shows that featured SCP-6373. The puppets were personally designed by Goffard, who maintained an intensive interest in puppeteering and often participated in the show’s production. These shows were massively profitable and popular among Reading’s children. It is unknown if SCP-6373 held any anomalous significance during the theater’s operation, but written evidence detailing pay-rolls of puppeteers and printed copies of scripts intended to be performed by SCP-6373 suggests they were ordinary puppets. In 1884, the theater closed due to embezzlement committed by Goffard’s wife, Cynthia Cordier. Cordier’s actions were presumably in retaliation to Goffard's unfaithfulness in their marriage. This resulted in a divorce and subsequent legal battle, which Goffard lost. In 1886, Goffard wrote a letter to his wife, a portion of which has been transcribed below. … I write to you in poor health, and all joy sapped from my life. May misfortune follow you until the end of your days. I will not construct again that which I had spent two decades of my life working towards. I can only thank God’s grace that the building has remained vacant, as I could not bear to see it owned by another man. I want to perform again, and see the children smile. My happiness was so linked to theirs. One week later, Goffard disappeared. No evidence of his whereabouts was found. The letter remains his last known communication with another individual. Records indicate Cynthia Cordier would die of natural causes four months later. In 1887, the ASCI (American Secure Containment Initiative)1 discovered SCP-6373 during an inspection of the building. Anomalous effects were documented thereafter, and containment continued after the ASCI had been assimilated into the SCP Foundation. A log of notable SCP-6373 performances have been recorded below. Performance Summary: 1887/10/22 First recorded performance. Lighting fixtures around the theater collectively power on several minutes before the show, and a slight piano accompaniment, originating from an unknown source, is heard throughout the event. Pierre rescues a princess, a costumed Jacque, from a dragon, played by Glouton. Researchers note several moments when an SCP-6373 instance has difficulty maintaining posture and moving, often taking multiple attempts to lift limbs. These moments increase in frequency over time. Performance Summary: 1895/04/17 Pierre and the other puppets take the roles of criminals recovering after a botched bank robbery attempt. As they attempt to figure out who alerted the police to their activities, they come to the conclusion that it was Ame. The puppets spend the rest of the performance using the spherical Ame as a ball in a game of soccer. It eventually devolves into a contest to see which puppet can kick Ame the hardest. Pierre berates Ame for betraying its trust and breaking the bond they had shared after years of working together. Examination of liquid secreted by Ame puppet indicates chemical similarity to human tears. Performance Summary: 1916/02/29 The puppets reenact a scene on a farm, while the German-Russian conflict known as the “Battle of Tannenberg” is waged nearby. Glouton and Jacque take the role of a German and Russian soldier, respectively, and act out a slapstick battle in a field. Sounds of war and human suffering are heard throughout. The subsequent scene, inside the farmhouse, features Pierre and Ame as a husband and wife. Pierre laments that its crops have been destroyed due to the war, and calls to Ame for support. The puppet remains silent, even as Pierre’s cries grow louder and more frantic as it shifts the blame of the crop’s destruction from the war to Ame itself. Pierre states that Ame will never be “let out” again, presumably referring to the house. Performance Summary: 1922/08/21 SCP-6373 perform a similar narrative as the first recorded SCP-6373-Event. Audiences note each puppet sounds discontented in its delivery of dialogue. Movements do not sync up with dialogue, and instances move in frantic bursts, hanging limp when not speaking. The ending where Pierre escapes with Jacque while Glouton flees is altered. Instead Pierre directly attacks Glouton with a plastic sword while berating the puppet for being “useless”. Glouton acts as if it were dead and Pierre comments on its acting, stating “[that] isn’t what being dead feels like”. Future SCP-6373 events are noticeably more dissonant and aggressive in tone. Performance Summary: 1938/11/04 First direct audience acknowledgement by SCP-6373. Puppets engage in a comedic sketch involving dancing. Instances move in slow, jerking motions while dialogue is quickly paced. Pierre becomes frustrated that the other puppets are unable to synchronize themselves, and suspects they are intentionally being uncooperative. Pierre brandishes a prop hose and sprays water at the puppets. This removes paint from their bodies. High-pitched, feminine screams are heard throughout the theater, with no discernible point of origin. Pierre turns to the audience and states “[It’s] always the same kids out there”. Performance ends with Pierre hurling Ame into the crowd after it attempted to roll offstage. From this point on, Pierre speaks to the audience while performing, usually to seek approval before berating another puppet. All paint was restored by the next event. Future performances frequently feature Pierre accusing other puppets of malfeasance and taking physical action as a result. Performance Summary: 1952/01/11 Pierre performs a piano duet with Jacque, who is unable to be quiet or still. Though Jacque apologizes, Pierre repeatedly slams the puppet’s head into the piano, denting it. When Pierre is finished, viewers note Jacque’s jaw has detached completely. Jacque’s laughter turns into pained cries as the puppet takes damage. Within minutes, viscous yellow fluid begins to seep from Jacque as it fails to reattach its jaw. Audiences describe the liquid’s odor as repugnant. Pierre retrieves Ame and forces the puppet to sit in a puddle of the fluid. This event marks the beginning of a trend towards increasingly-violent behavior. While puppets sustain heavy damage as a result, they begin each performance fully restored. Notably, Jacque’s jaw is never fixed, and the fluid continues to seep from the puppet. Performance Summary: 1958/03/30 Shortest performance, 2 minutes in duration. Pierre is teaching an art class, where each puppet is painting on a canvas. Glouton’s canvas displays the words “OPEN INSIDE”. When Pierre sees this, it becomes infuriated and ends the event, leading the puppets offstage. SCP-6373 instances disappear and are unable to be located. For the next 24 hours, an unidentified male voice swears and screams from behind the stage’s curtain, punctuated by bouts of loud banging and clattering. The source is not discerned. Lights remain powered on and centered on the stage. SCP-6373 reemerged at 18:00 the following day for a routine performance. Performance Summary: 1963/08/21 Pierre takes the stage and berates the audience for attending. Pierre asks if the audience is aware that in death, "a soul can still wither". Pierre’s voice changes to that of a woman’s, and delivers a eulogy in memory of Timothée Goffard. Later investigation revealed that a funeral was not held for Goffard. Performance Summary: 1971/06/06 Performance is routine, involving a sketch where Pierre teaches Jacque how to play baseball, using Ame as a ball. Jacque is hesitant to hurt Ame, but is pressured into doing so. All dialogue is delivered in a monotonous male voice as opposed to their ordinary intonations. There are frequent pauses and sighs in each puppet’s delivery. This voice persists throughout all remaining SCP-6373-Events. Movements during this performance are notably more loose and fluid than before. When an instance appears to have difficulty moving it will strike itself, restoring fluid motion. Performance Summary: 1973/01/13 Puppets wear large papier-mâché facsimiles of human bodies and interact with each other in a "sitcom" household environment. Audience members report hearing a faint “laugh track” in the background, though one is not present in recordings of the event. Over time, the suits begin to decompose; layers of papier-mâché slough off to reveal loose viscera. Pierre frequently assaults Ame with various household objects, and at one point causes the puppet to split in two after breaking it open with the corner of a table. Pierre encourages its two “sons”, Glouton and Jacque to belittle or berate Ame throughout. Performance ends with Glouton pushing a cabinet of dinner plates on top of the half-destroyed Ame. Examination of material left onstage following the event revealed it to be bovine in composition. Excess blood, fluid and viscera remained onstage throughout later performances, and began to rot. Removal was deemed impossible. Performance Summary: 1976/07/02 SCP-6373 do not take the stage. Instead, the event is projected onto the stage’s curtain by shadows. Their source is unknown. All puppets take part in insulting Ame, claiming that it is responsible for their current situation, and it is the sole reason they are unable to “move forward”. Pierre pries Ame’s eyes open with a pair of pliers. Jacque spews fluid onto Ame, causing the puppet to scream. Pierre forces Glouton to consume and regurgitate Ame. Ame is beaten with shovels, drilled holes into with a power tool, and squeezed by a vice to the point of breaking entirely. Event lasts four hours, uninterrupted. During this process, the Pierre puppet emerges from behind the curtain and attempts an ordinary performance of “Jack and the Beanstalk” while the shadows of Jacque and Glouton continue to beat Ame. All researcher's attempts to open the Ame puppet’s eyelids have failed. Performance Summary: 1979/09/18 Puppets retell and reenact the story of Timothée Goffard’s life, framing him as an individual who was treated unfairly by society and his circumstances. Performance concludes with Pierre stating that Timothée Goffard died alone, miserable, and never experiencing love. There is no mention of Cynthia Cordier throughout the performance. The puppet states that the Goffard Theater remains Timothée’s lasting legacy, and thanks the audience for their continued support. Pierre then flagellates itself to the point of knocking its head off its shoulders and releasing a mass of blow-fly larvae from its neck. A feminine scream emerges from the hole. Larvae are unable to be removed from the stage, except when it is consumed by rats inhabiting the theater. Performance Summary: 1979/09/18 SCP-6373 perform a retelling of "Hansel and Gretel". All instances deteriorate considerably, seemingly without reason. Puppets have mobility issues throughout, sometimes repeating actions several times or falling to the ground. The performance is entirely silent until the final scene, when Pierre and Jacque toss a costumed Glouton into a mock-oven. As the puppet burns, it states it "cannot stay together anymore". All puppets collapse. Observation of the Goffard Theater later reveals that the structural integrity of the building is in jeopardy due to previously undiscovered infestations of termites and wood-decaying fungi in key construction areas. Performance Summary: 1983/08/02 SCP-6373 instances hold a mock-funeral for Ame, and spend the rest of the performance exploring various afterlifes that the puppet may be delivered to, complete with props and costumes. Puppets are notably culturally insensitive when discussing non-western afterlifes. Event concludes with Jacque commenting on the excess of punitive afterlifes, and that it’s impossible to truly know which a person should believe in to achieve salvation. Pierre then states “[It] knows the answer! We're all dead! This is the only afterlife there is!”. Puppets then go limp and remain in this state for a week, missing seven performances. All future performances lack props and costumes, marking a decline in performance effort by SCP-6373. Performance Summary: 1984/03/18 Pierre tells nonsensical jokes, which Jacque and Glouton laugh excessively at. Pierre then goes on a tirade about wanting to injure members of the audience while performing, and then asks the crowd if they feel similar. Glouton admits that it fantasizes about wanting to break a child’s arms “almost every second [it’s] alive”. Pierre then asks the audience for a volunteer to demonstrate breaking an arm. The performance is silent for 46 minutes before Researcher Lang volunteers herself. Pierre snaps Lang’s arm at the elbow, fracturing her ulna. The puppet cites her resemblance to “that cunt” as greatly increasing its enjoyment of the act. The performance ends. Lang is reassigned to a different anomaly following treatment. Future performances infrequently include SCP-6373 committing acts of violence towards a member of the audience. Performance Summary: 1984/09/18 Last performance with discernible dialogue. Event is composed entirely of Pierre stating the full name, birth, and expiration date of every patron of the Goffard theater from its opening to present. Members of the audience are included in this routine. Throughout the act, Pierre’s movements are awkward, and its speech is slow and slurred. Event concludes with Pierre looking to the ceiling, stating “You carry on so well,” before violently throwing itself across the stage multiple times. Performance Summary: 1985/02/12 Performances have degraded to frenzies of self-harm carried out by each puppet. Stage lighting is absent or flickers. Musical accompaniment is discordant and cacophonous. Instances self-mutilate, flagellate, and flay themselves through the use of the stage floor’s friction, each other, or blunt force trauma. Screams range from high pitched feminine voices to deep male ones. Occasional laughter is heard during male screams. Performance Summary: 1985/04/25 All puppets sit on the stage motionless, occasionally turning their heads to monologue to the audience in a nonsensical, indecipherable fashion. Several researchers claimed the puppets were directly gazing at them. All future dialogue in performances consists solely of moaning, grunting, screaming, and weeping, with extended periods of inactivity. Physical actions are often limited to standing or sitting. Performance Summary: 1985/05/13 Performance is entirely indecipherable. Performance Summary: 1985/06/09 Final performance. SCP-6373 instances stand side-by-side for 18 minutes. No dialogue is heard. They collectively bow, and fall to the ground. Stage lights and music cease. No further events occur. See Addenda for details. Following the 1985/06/09 performance, all SCP-6373 instances began the deterioration process observed prior, shedding their papier-mâché exteriors. When this was complete, each instance was discovered to contain preserved human remains and organs, which had been segmented cleanly at several termination points. All remains are presumably sourced from a single individual. Their contents have been listed below. “Pierre” contained a brain. “Jacque” contained a heart. “Glouton” contained a conglomerate mass of excess organs, an unbroken layer of epidermal skin tissue, fecal matter, and hair. “Ame” was empty. Examination of unfolded skin tissue found within Glouton revealed a resemblance to PoI-6373-2, Cynthia Cordier. Object has been reclassified as neutralized. Footnotes 1. A precursor organization to the Foundation, responsible for investigation of anomalous affairs in the United States ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6373" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6373. 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: pupets.png Name: A Parisian Nightmare Author: Levon Avdoyan License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: pooper Name: Edwin Holmes (Inventor) Author: [C. D. Fredricks] License: Public Domain Source Link: wikimedia commons
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Sometimes, its dreams became nightmares about the nameless ones, but mostly it dreamt of the cave. The Dreamer had not stirred in aeons. Sometimes, its dreams became nightmares about the nameless ones, but mostly it dreamt of the cave. Dispersed though it was, it still sometimes focused on a single plant or animal. Its incomprehensible attentions settled on a single glow-tree by the dark wall, and the ancient portal. Mindlessly it gazed, staring without thought. Suddenly, unexpectedly, something changed. The ancient portal creaked and cracked, and opened. Through it came strange apparitions, unlike any in the cave. But the Dreamer recognized them anyway: life. Item #: SCP-6374 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-581 encompasses SCP-6374, the access tunnel connecting it to the surface, and 25 acres immediately surrounding the surface entrance of the tunnel. Human development and activity around Provisional Site-581 is to be discouraged under the guise of preventing habitat loss in the Amazon rainforest. Outside flora and fauna are not to be introduced to SCP-6374 without authorization from Dr. Wells. Likewise, native organisms are not to be removed from SCP-6374 without authorization, and direct interaction with fauna should be avoided during exploration. To facilitate ease of access, the tunnel between SCP-6374 and Provisional Site-581 has been lined with concrete and reinforced. Revision 18/10/2018 Close Security personnel are to keep continuous watch on the entrance to SCP-6374. In the event that SCP-6374-1 fauna breach the entrance, they are to be shot before reaching Provisional Site-581. Any flora transported outside SCP-6374 by fauna should be removed and incinerated. Revision 15/11/2018 Close Security personnel are to keep continuous watch on the entrance to SCP-6374. In the event that SCP-6374-1 fauna breach the entrance, they are to be dispatched with flamethrowers and firearms immediately. Any SCP-6374-1 flora found outside SCP-6374 should be removed and incinerated, including roots. Revision 30/12/2018 Close A large containment seal has been fitted to completely seal the tunnel between SCP-6374 and Provisional Site-581. Revision 15/03/2019 Close The tunnel between SCP-6374 and Provisional Site-581 should not be sealed except during breaches. The tunnel has been equipped with airtight steel doors at both ends, and a ventilation system capable of introducing and rapidly removing hydrogen cyanide gas to and from the atmosphere. During breach attempts by SCP-6374-1 instances, the tunnel is to be sealed at both ends and flushed with cyanide gas for 15 minutes. After this period, the ventilation system is to purge the atmosphere until the tunnel can be safely unsealed, at which point a recovery team equipped with Level-A Hazmat suits and flamethrowers are to enter the tunnel to remove the remains of native organisms. Native flora removed from SCP-6374 during breaches are to be incinerated. Four wide-area Scranton Reality Anchors have been positioned around Provisional Site-581 to maintain constant Hume levels onsite, although attempting to use Scranton Reality Anchors to fully suppress SCP-6374's elevated Hume levels has been deemed impractical. SCP-6374-B is contained in a specialized bio-containment cell in Site-66, equipped with a means of remotely incinerating the biomass and SCP-6374-1 instances it produces once every 24 hours, as well as the capability to do so on command. SCP-6374-B's cell should not be entered without Level-C Hazmat suits and/or insulating protective equipment. Once a week, SCP-6374-B's cell should be checked for biomass or SCP-6374-1 instances that survive incineration, and any such instances should be terminated. Description: SCP-6374 is an extensive natural cave system located in the Amazon rainforest approximately 30 kilometers north of Manaus, Brazil. SCP-6374 is home to multiple unique species of flora and fauna, and has an ambient Hume count as high as 300 Hm. SCP-6374 strongly influences background Hume levels in the surrounding area, with steadily-rising counts detectable from more than 40 km away. An SCP-6374-1 instance, specifically Specupiscis viridis. SCP-6374 is accessible via a spiral tunnel leading approximately 20 meters below the surface. This tunnel was, prior to Foundation exploration, sealed at the border of SCP-6374 by an artificial stone wall and a thick door composed of desiccated plant matter. Species native to SCP-6374 have not been observed attempting to cross the threshold and exit the cave. All multicellular species found in SCP-6374 so far are unique, and found nowhere else on Earth. Most are not technically anomalous, but several display traits or abilities that seemingly violate known laws of physics. For the sake of simplicity, SCP-6374-native flora and fauna are collectively referred to as SCP-6374-1. SCP-6374 Layout Non-anomalous species Anomalous species SCP-6374 primarily consists of long, meandering passages connecting multiple larger chambers and shafts. Each chamber generally connects to at least three passages, but some passages branch off between chambers. Several shafts are mostly filled with underground lakes, which may be connected to each other via submerged conduits. While a complete map of SCP-6374 is still being devised, as several passages are unexplored and the center of the cave (as defined by Hume levels) has not yet been reached, extrapolation of the mapped layout suggests the existence of a massive cavern located in the center of the system, possibly connected to the rest of the system by as few as one passage. SCP-6374's atmosphere is composed of approximately 68% nitrogen, 29% oxygen, 2% water vapor, and 1% other gases, primarily argon. This leads to low visibility and extremely humid conditions throughout the majority of the cave. This is an abridged list of non-anomalous species native to SCP-6374. For the complete list, consult Document 6374/B1. Web-slinger tarantula (Euthycaelus glyphus) An arachnid approximately 10 cm in diameter. Possesses a violet exterior coloration. Instead of spinning webs, the web-slinger uses ambush tactics to capture prey. When hunting, it will remain in a single location until suitable prey flies or crawls within ~1 meter. The tarantula will launch a long, sticky web at high velocity to catch and partially immobilize the prey, before retracting the web. The web-slinger primarily consumes stinging dragonflies and other arthropods. Stinging dragonfly (Macromia scorpius) A winged dragonfly-like insect up to 5 cm in length, possessing a stinger tail. It is unclear if the stinger injects venom. The stinging dragonfly is commonly found near moving water, and exhibits behavior consistent with cruiser dragonflies. Amazon glowworm (Arachnocampa amazonia foundationi) A species of fungus gnats with a bioluminescent larval stage. Behaves similarly to fungus gnats of the genus Arachnocampa, but feeds on moss instead of other insects, and does not lay silk snares to catch prey. The Amazon glowworm primarily resides on the ceiling of SCP-6374, often clustered in colonies of several hundred or thousand. Individuals spend most of their life in the larval stage. In the adult stage, female glowworms will immediately seek out a mate and lay 100-150 eggs within 2 days of emergence. Adult male glowworms will make silk nests to protect unhatched eggs, regardless of whether they have mated. Green Cavern Wrasse (Specupiscis viridis) A freshwater wrasse averaging 35-40 cm in length, commonly inhabiting shallow waters but occasionally diving deeper to avoid predators. Juveniles possess light yellow scales that change to dark green as they grow. Like other wrasses, Specupiscis viridis is hermaphroditic, and individual specimens repeatedly change sexes over the course of their lives. This is an abridged list of anomalous species native to SCP-6374. For a complete list, consult Document 6374/B2. Glow-tree (Ficus phosphora) Similar in appearance and structure to trees of the Ficus genus, particularly Ficus macrophylla. Instead of leaves, glow-trees possess clusters of bioluminescent bulbs 1-2 cm in diameter. These bulbs range in coloration from greenish-blue to blue-violet, but are uniformly bright and share the same coloration across a single tree. How the trees produce the light, and how they gain energy without photosynthesis, is unknown. Gestation blisterpod (n/a) The gestation blisterpod is not known to be a single species, but instead functions as a means of spawning all types of fauna native to SCP-6374. The blisterpod is found only in chambers and shafts, where it is often concentrated in groups of several hundred instances growing out of the walls and floor. While all species of SCP-6374-1 are capable of natural reproduction, blisterpods regularly create new instances of all fauna species. Giant violin beetle (Goliathus stradivarius) Superficially similar to goliath beetles, but structurally defined by long, thin chitinous growths out of their abdomen. The left growth possesses four taut strings made of an unknown substance connecting from the end to the base. The right growth possesses a similar structure, but instead of four distinct strings, a thick, flat bundle of horsehair stretches from the end to the base. The giant violin beetle makes sound by stridulating (rubbing together) the strings and hair, although how it is able to control the pitch and length of notes is unknown. The giant violin beetle has only been directly observed once, but is believed to be responsible for all reports of personnel hearing violin being played within SCP-6374. Aquatic jaguar (Panthera amphibia) An amphibious felid mammal. The aquatic jaguar spends the majority of its time underwater, but is fully mobile on land. It exclusively hunts underwater, but will leave the water to mate. The aquatic jaguar gives live birth, but juveniles have only been observed in utero. Titanic Scorpion (Hadrurus titanicus) A scorpion growing up to 1.1 meters in body length, with a tail up to 0.9 meters long. The titanic scorpion possesses an endoskeleton for structure, while its outer carapace is flexible and instead functions primarily as a means of defense. The titanic scorpion seems to avoid humans, but will readily hunt and fight animals as large as Panthera amphibia for food, using its claws to restrain or grapple with prey before stabbing repeatedly with its barbed stinger. Addendum 6374-3 Multiple personnel who have performed repeated explorations of SCP-6374 report vague feelings of being watched while in SCP-6374 for longer than ~15 minutes. Teams have also reported auditory hallucinations, although these are in fact physical phenomena due to native species and the acoustics within SCP-6374. Interview Log 6374/3 Close Log Date: 21/09/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Wells Interviewee: Researcher Bonfim Fraga [Begin Log] Dr. Wells: For the record, please state your name and rank. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Teresa Bonfim Fraga, Researcher. Dr. Wells: This was your fourth exploration of SCP-6374, correct? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Yes. According to the records, I've spent nine hours and forty-two minutes in the cave. Dr. Wells: That's more cumulative exposure than anyone else. You're also the first person to report psychological effects from being in the cave. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Yes. Dr. Wells: Please describe these effects, Researcher Bonfim Fraga: When I'm down there, and it's just me and my partner, I get this nagging feeling. Like there's someone behind me, staring over my shoulder. Dr. Wells: Have your exploration partners ever reported the same feeling? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: When I was down there with Lynch, our second time, he said he felt like he was being watched. I've felt it since my second, too, and I didn't know what to make of it, but during my fourth time it started feeling different. Dr. Wells: How so? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: The sensation grew stronger. But it's not just that. It feels like whoever or whatever is watching me isn't just looking at me, but looking through me. If I close my eyes in the cave, I can almost feel a presence around me. Dr. Wells: Is that the only effect? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: There's also something else, that happened during today's exploration. When I was younger, I used to play violin every day, and practically poured my heart and soul into it during high school. I could still play a few songs by memory if I had a violin right now. [Researcher Bonfim Fraga falls silent for several seconds before continuing] Researcher Bonfim Fraga: When I was down there today, I could've sworn I heard a violin. Dr. Wells: Describe what you heard. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: At first, it was just faint, echoing notes, like someone was tuning a violin. But then it started getting more complex, forming actual melodies. I asked Lynch if he heard it, and he said yes, but that he didn't recognize the tune. Except I did. Dr. Wells: What was it? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: It was the piece I played during my senior recital. Dr. Wells: If you played that piece for Researcher Lynch right now, do you think he would recognize it as what he heard in the cave? Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Absolutely. Dr. Wells: I'm going to recommend that you and Lynch undergo an evaluation. I want to be sure neither of you is under any lasting effects. You'll be temporarily relieved of duty, so you don't need to worry about any further exposure. Researcher Bonfim Fraga: Thank you. [End Log] Researchers Bonfim Fraga and Lynch have been placed on medical leave pending confirmation of cognitohazardous effects. Further exploration of SCP-6374 should be carried out by D-class personnel. The Dreamer turned in its sleep. The apparitions were worming their way ever deeper into the cave. Each was an alien mass of energy, warping and distorting everything around them. But sometimes they resonated with the cave, and new creatures formed from fragments of their nature. ACCESS Exploration Log 6374-9 Excerpt Close Exploration Log 6374/9 Date: 15/10/2018 Purpose: Continued exploration of SCP-6374, following a previously-discovered but unexplored route, with the ultimate goal of locating the center of the anomaly as defined by local Hume levels. Team Members: D-42497 Notes: D-42497 was equipped with a portable Kant counter, an ultra-low-frequency two-way radio, an audio recorder, a sample kit, a compass, and a non-video camera. The included excerpt of the log begins when D-42497 reached the marker placed by a previous exploration at the beginning of the unexplored branch route. [Begin Log] D-42497: Alright, I'm here at the marker. The counter says… 189 Humes. Is that normal around here? Command: This is consistent with previous readings. Please stand with your back to the way you came. D-42497: Okay. I'm looking at one large tunnel that goes slightly upwards and southeast to my right and a smaller tunnel that goes downward and north almost directly to my left. Command: Please connect the tether to the anchor by the marker, then enter the tunnel to your left and proceed. D-42497: Alright. [D-42497 progresses quickly along the tunnel.] D-42497: Twenty meters along the tether, the tunnel turns sharply right and upward. 203 Humes. There's a small pool of water by the edge of the north wall, looks deep. I can't see the bottom. Command: Continue. D-42497: Hold on. I hear something. Sounds like… a string instrument? It's hard to tell, the acoustics in here are weird. Command: Prior explorations have reported similar sounds. Their source is unknown. D-42497: Alright. Now moving upwards and east-northeast. There's a lot of glowing spots on the ceiling up ahead, like a galaxy. [D-42497 is silent for two minutes. During this time, a violin-like sound becomes audible in the recorder.] D-42497: I've reached the top of the slope. I'm definitely hearing a violin, it sounds really close by. From here, the route curls back northward and moves down. Hume readings at 235. D-42497: Shit, I think I found the source of the violin. There's a really weird, giant bug here. Instead of wings, it's got two straight things sticking out of its back, each a good half-meter long. One of them has four strings connecting from the end to the body, and the other has what looks like an entire bow's worth of horsehair pulled taut. I guess it rubs the strings and bow together, just like an actual violin, but I don't know how it would change the pitch. Command: Please take pictures for the record. Is it moving? D-42497: Not much. Its head is twitching and its looking at me, but it's not playing. Actually, I'm not even sure it can walk. Its exoskeleton is thick, those tubes from its abdomen must weigh a ton compared to the rest of it, and its legs aren't very big. Command: Please take a sample for examination. D-42497: Not sure I can. This thing's too big to just bag, and I don't know if I can dismember it. Wait, is some of the string or bow a good sample? Command: That is acceptable. D-42497: [Grunting] Now it's started to move. Thing's trying to run, fast for a freak of nature as big as it is. Wait, got some hair. Bagging it now. Command: Thank you. Proceed when ready. D-42497: Moving northeast. It's mostly level here. I think the air's getting warmer. D-42497: Air's definitely getting warmer, Moving upward again, the passage is curling directly north. The ceiling's absolutely covered by glowing spots. D-42497: Hey, so, I didn't mention this before, but it really feels like someone's watching me. Like they're breathing down my neck and counting my heartbeats. Command: Don't panic. Other people who have been in this cave have reported similar sensations. You aren't in any danger. D-42497: Sure, it's just… I feel like I'm on a microscope slide for someone, something else. Command: D-42497, please continue moving. D-42497: Sorry, fine. It turns sharply upwards here, I might have to climb. Command: Proceed. [D-42497 remains silent for two minutes, aside from grunting.] D-42497: I'm at the top. It turns northwest from here, and the air is much warmer. Also more humid. Hume level at 250. There's a glow-tree with red bulbs here, is that supposed to happen? Command: No observed instances have that coloration. Please take pictures. D-42497: I also hear something. Not violin, but it sounds like music. Really deep. Almost like cathedral music. Command: Do you recognize it? D-42497: I don't know, the acoustics right here suck. Gonna keep moving, The passage keeps moving upward a little, and narrows a bit. D-42497: Okay, I've reached a point where it abruptly narrows. Most of this passage has been a good three to five meters across, it narrowed just to three, and now there's a doorway-like opening only a meter across. There's a bunch of spider silk across the opening, will there be any problems if I disturb it? Command: If it's individual strands, it's likely built by glowworms. Moving through it is safe. D-42497: Glowworms? Why this the first time I'm hearing about them? Command: They're extremely passive and are harmless to humans, so the information was deemed unnecessary. D-42497: Eh, fair enough. Moving forward. [Silence for thirty seconds, then D-42497 gasps] D-42497: Holy shit. Command: What is it? D-42497: I found a cavern. The passage widens again, just enough to be like a foyer, then it opens up to a big chamber. There's fog near the floor, but the ceiling's maybe ten meters up, and in the center it's got a spiral pattern of glowing spots. Glowworms? Anyway, yeah, they're arranged in a spiral way too neat to be natural. Hume readings at 304. Is that really high? Command: That is high, yes. What else is there in the chamber? D-42497: There's a twist in the "back" of the chamber that leads upward a bit, looks like there's more light coming from it. [D-42497 gasps, grunts, and is silent for several seconds.] Command: D-42497, please respond. D-42497: I stepped into the cavern, and things just changed a little. The light from up ahead, I can see it with my eyes closed. And… I don't know how to describe it? But it doesn't feel like anything's breathing down my neck. But—now I just feel something a weird migraine, like a massive weight. It's like something is pressing against my brain, trying to crush it. No, not trying, just crushing by existing. Command: Leave the cavern and head back into the passage if you are unable to continue. D-42497: No, no. I'll be fine, It's just a lot to deal with right now. I've had worse migraines, anyways. Picture taken by D-42497. D-42497: Okay, so, the glow. It's not super bright coming out of the back of the chamber. But in the center, right up at the end, there's a really bright white glow, probably from a single source that I can't see. Do you want me to get closer and take a look? Command: Proceed. D-42497: Okay, it's… oh my God. I can feel it. Command: D-42497? D-42497: There's a skeleton on a throne here. Or, I think it's a throne. It's definitely not human, since it's got antlers and weird bones. Hume reading at…600? Command: Does it have any other notable attributes? D-42497: It's got an aura of light, and a heartbeat. Command: A heartbeat? D-42497: Well, it hasn't got an actual heart. But I feel its "heartbeat," I guess? You know when you go to a concert, and even if your ears are covered, you can feel the really deep subwoofer noise in your entire body? It's like that. Command: Please take pictures of the skeleton. D-42497: Taking pictures, but I think it's too bright for the camera to get any good detail. Command: Alright. If possible, take a sample. D-42497: I can't do that, that's sacrilege. Command: That is an order. A floating rib will do. D-42497: But I don't think it'll like it. Command: Explain. D-42497: I can feel it. It's dead, but not gone. It's still here, watching me. And if I try to take a bone, it might hurt me back. Command: D-42497, take the sample. D-42497: Fine. [D-42497 grunts. There is an audible snap.] D-42497: Ooooooh, I don't think that was a good idea. I definitely just pissed it—[D-42497 screams loudly for several seconds.] Command: D-42497, are you alright? D-42497: My rib—shit. I just broke my rib. Command: Elaborate. D-42497: I… I broke off the rib and it feels like I just broke my own. Shit, this hurts. Command: Understood. Return and we can check you over. [D-42497 returns to Provisional Site-581 as quickly as they are able. No further meaningful information is recorded during the return trip.] [End Log] Afterward: D-42497 was returned to Provisional Site 581 and passed out shortly after, while the audio recording, photographs, and sample taken were processed by personnel. Upon review of the logs, the skeleton discovered by D-42497 was designated SCP-6374-A. The sample, a floating rib, was initially studied onsite, but sent to Site-66 for long-term containment and further study. After several hours, D-42497 was deemed unharmed and coherent enough for a proper debriefing. Debriefing Log 6374/9 Date: 15/10/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Wells Interviewee: D-42497 [Begin Log] Dr. Wells: Let's begin with the simplest question: What happened after you retrieved the sample in the cave? D-42497: That part's a little blurry, so I'm not sure I was even in my right mind. But after I touched it, it was so much more intense than I could handle. Dr. Wells: By touching it do you mean the skeleton, SCP-6374-A? D-42497: Is that what you're calling it? I mean, yes, partly. But there's so much more to it. Physical contact with the corpse is nothing compared to what I saw. Dr. Wells: What did you see? D-42497: Visions, I suppose. An army of the dead, and a weapon to kill a god. I think it did kill a god, and the thing in the cave is dead. Dr. Wells: The "thing in the cave" being SCP-6374-A, correct? D-42497: Don't you get it? The corpse is just an anchor, and there's so much more in the cave. I felt it. I still feel it. Dr. Wells: You aren't making much sense. I understand that you've experienced hallucinations and possibly other effects, but I need you to explain what you're talking about. D-42497: Fine. The corpse in the cave, 6374-A? It's the grave that was left behind. Everything else, the entire cave, is the real body. Of the god, I mean. Dr. Wells: The god? D-42497: How else can I describe it? It's so much more than a man with magic powers, or whatever freaks you contain here. It's a force, a mind so titanic and powerful that it doesn't have to think to act, and affects things just by existing. It created everything in the cave after its death, just because it was bored being dead. But it's not thinking, not anymore. Dr. Wells: Did you actually interact with it when you weren't in contact with SCP-6374-A? D-42497: It was watching me. It was watching all of us. Dr. Wells: Was this the cause of your paranoia while in the cave? D-42497: Yeah. It felt me, so it tuned in. No, not the right word. It followed me, out of something like curiosity. If anyone else felt like it was watching them as well, it was. Dr. Wells: What else did you see or feel while in contact with SCP-6374-A? D-42497: Pain, patience, maybe fury. I don't think it wants to hurt anyone, if it even wants anything at all. It was hurt so badly it can't really live anymore, but it can't actually die. So it built a simulation, an miniature world to distract itself from the passage of time. Dr. Wells: And this world is the entire anomaly? D-42497: Yeah. Dr. Wells: Why is it just the cave? Why not expand outside? D-42497: It wasn't thinking. It found a place to hide and it did, for countless years. It still could see outside, but sometime after its death people found the cave, found it, and sealed it up. Dr. Wells: Who were these people? D-42497: I don't know. I don't know if it did, either. Dr. Wells: Is there anything more you can tell us about this entity? D-42497: I don't know, it's a god but I'm not exactly its prophet. Dr. Wells: Thank you. What would you do if you were to enter the cave again? D-42497: [Yelps]. Please don't make me do it! I can't! It felt me, it can still feel me! Dr. Wells: And would that pose a problem? D-42497: I can't do it, not again. In its tomb, that big cavern in the middle of the cave, it could snuff me out like a candle. I don't know if it wants to, but it knows that I hurt it. [D-42497 begins sobbing.] I need to give the rib back, or it'll kill me. Dr. Wells: I can see that this has put you under stress. Thank you for your cooperation. [End Log] D-42497 was returned to confinement and examined for possible memetic or cognitohazardous contamination. While tests proved negative, D-42497 has been kept onsite by order of Dr. Wells to examine for long-term effects of exposure to SCP-6374. A sour yellow note slipped through the dream, penetrating ever closer to a place the Dreamer didn't remember. An apparition moved deeper into the heart of the cave than any had before, bleeding thought and emitting strange beams of low-energy light through the walls. Eventually, it came into the heart, and memories came rushing back. The Dreamer remembered its sanctum, the hiding place that had become its prison and even its grave. It remembered the nameless ones, and the nightwalkers that had sealed it away from the world. Most importantly of all, it remembered itself. Addendum 6374-4: SCP-6374-A and -B SCP-6374-A is a humanoid skeleton with a partially-cervine skull and large antlers located in the centermost chamber of SCP-6374. SCP-6374-A possesses multiple anomalous attributes, most notably a constant diffuse glow that interferes with photography and a Hume reading of ~600 Hm. SCP-6374-A is in a slumped-forward sitting pose atop a grown wooden stump resembling a chair. Flowering vines growing from the structure are entwined in SCP-6374-A’s ribs and long bones in place of connective tissues, and wrap around its antlers. Due to its high Hume reading, position in the cave, and possible influence over the behavior of flora and fauna in SCP-6374, it is believed to be the source of the anomaly. The floating rib recovered from SCP-6374-A has been designated SCP-6374-B. SCP-6374-B retains the visual and physical properties of SCP-6374-A, but it is presently unclear what, if any, effects it has on the surrounding area. SCP-6374-B projects a Hume level up to 530 Hm in a short radius around itself, which can be reduced but not completely cancelled by proximity to Scranton Reality Anchors. Until additional properties can be confirmed or disproved, SCP-6374-B is to be contained in a 3x3x3-meter non-humanoid containment chamber. Addendum 6374-5 Since 15/10/2018, SCP-6374-1 organisms have attempted to breach containment twice, each time demonstrating a high level of coordination between species and a mutual focus on escape. Both attempts have been turned back by security personnel, but a larger or better-equipped security force may be required if the new behavior persists. The Dreamer lashed out. It did not yet remember its name, but it remembered that it had once been whole, and that the apparition that had awoken its memories had degraded it further. For now, it desperately tried to return its sundered piece, hoping the missing fragment that would let it rest at ease again. Addendum 6374-6 Due to frequent and repeated breach attempts via SCP-6374's primary access tunnel, it is to be indefinitely sealed by a steel barrier. An object class upgrade to Keter has been suggested. Frustration. The Dreamer could not peer far beyond the ancient door, but it had sent its cavern-spawn, its own creations, out to seek its fragment. Each attempt had been a failure, as the apparitions from beyond sullied and destroyed the life of its creations. But now the apparitions were gone, sundered behind an impenetrable wall. The fragment was still out there, past the wall, but the sharpest claws could not scratch the wall, and the strongest growths and muscles alike could not move it. The Dreamer wondered if the cave's own walls were as strong. Addendum 6374-7 In light of Incident 6374-25, the barrier has been removed from SCP-6374's primary access tunnel, and it should be kept unblocked at all times except during breaches. Any side-tunnels found being dug by SCP-6374-1 instances should be collapsed or filled with concrete as quickly as possible, to encourage SCP-6374-1 instances to solely attempt breaches via the primary access tunnel. SCP-6374's object class has been upgraded to Keter. Addendum 6374-8 SCP-6374-1 instances display a degree of gestalt intelligence and collective memory; successive breach attempts involve changing tactics and group compositions in response to how prior attempts were stopped. SCP-6374-1 instances are also becoming increasingly aggressive towards Foundation personnel during breach attempts, resulting in four injuries and one hospitalization. Breach attempts will instead be handled remotely via chemical agents to render tactics and group composition irrelevant. Nothing worked. The Dreamer would adapt, in time, as all life did, but for once its limitless patience was being tested. Its dream never really left the cave, but when the cavern-spawn slipped past the portal, it could feel further. It felt the aliens that had once resonated with its dream, it felt incredible masses of life-energy all around, and it felt what was taken. Silently, endlessly, the Dreamer called out. Addendum 6374-9 SCP-6374-B displays the same properties as SCP-6374-A, albeit on a smaller scale. Fungi are rapidly building up on surfaces in the containment chamber, and several species of insects frequently emerge from mushroom-like pods in areas of larger fungus concentration. These insects have lifespans under six hours, but reproduce quickly and may interfere with cleaning efforts. Instinct guided that which was not aware. A growing nursery of unremembered organisms bloomed from a cast-off shard of life. Despite confinement in an unnatural maze of cold, sterile chambers, it thrived. And while the shard had no mind of its own, it did not have to think to act. It just did. Addendum 6374-10 All surfaces in SCP-6374-B’s original containment cell are almost completely covered in fungi and moss, and large swarms of insects constantly fly throughout the cell. SCP-6374-B has been transferred to a specialized incinerator-equipped cell, which is to be sterilized via incineration once daily and then cleared of ashes. Addendum 6374-11 SCP-6374-1 produced by SCP-6374-B's effects are displaying growing resistance to incineration, requiring higher temperatures and longer exposure to completely reduce them to ashes. Regrowth rates also appear to be accelerating, with fungal growths reaching maximum density only seven hours after incineration. Fauna in particular are almost completely resistant to fire of the temperatures used in sterilization of its cell, and have repeatedly played dead to attack workers attempting to clean the cell. Disposal of fauna via neurotoxin is being considered. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SCP-6374-B Transfer To: O5-6 From: Dr. David Wells Subject: SCP-6374-B Transfer O5-6, I have concerns about the security of SCP-6374-B in Site-66. According to the reports I'm getting from that site, 6374-B was pretty much inert until the New Year, when they started to notice fungus growing in the originally-sterile cell. Since then, it has begun to create SCP-6374-1 instances of increasing size and complexity, and at an increasing rate, If its effects strengthen, and the SCP-6374-1 instances it produces adopt the same behavior and intelligence as the ones native to SCP-6374, we could well have turned one benign Euclid-class anomaly into two (increasingly expensive) Keters. The fact that the biomass SCP-6374-B produces is increasingly resistant to incineration worries me, as well. We've made the adapting tactics of native SCP-6374-1 instances irrelevant by exploiting a weakness in their psychology, for lack of a better term, and by using a method to kill them that doesn't require force. But if SCP-6374-1 can adapt to fire, they can adapt to the gas, and then the fancy system we've set up (at a cost I'm worried isn't worth it) will be useless. Alternately, we could try to return SCP-6374-B to its point of origin. SCP-6374-1 instances only became aggressive after we took a piece from 6374-A, so perhaps that would return SCP-6374 to its previous, passive state. Even if it stays active, we'd functionally have to deal with one Keter instead of two. Sincerely, Dr. David Wells, SCP-6374 Project Head To: Dr. David Wells From: O5-6 Subject: Re: SCP-6374-B Transfer Dr. Wells, Your request to return SCP-6374-B to SCP-6374-A has been denied. I appreciate the desire to have everything SCP-6374-related in one place, but SCP-6374-B is adequately contained in Site-66. Transporting it back to Provisional Site-581, however, would pose significant difficulty due to the rate of SCP-6374-1 production while being handled or in transit. At present, SCP-6374-B poses no threat outside of its containment cell, and I'm happy to keep it that way. While it's true that keeping SCP-6374-B at its point of origin would be containing two birds with one cage, so to speak, that's only assuming no change in behavior or properties. SCP-6374's overall behavior changed significantly when SCP-6374-B was taken, but we have no guarantee that returning 6374-B would alleviate the situation. You may be putting too much stock in the words of someone clearly traumatized by an anomalous experience. Given what we know about SCP-6374-A itself and everything said by the D-class who encountered it (if they can even be considered a reliable source), making it whole again could very well be the mistake that causes a major breach and makes SCP-6374 even more problematic. I try not to be superstitious, but SCP-6374-A is clearly dangerous, and we simply don't know enough to say whether it's a safe move or a major mistake. Regards, O5-6 Amidst the desolate soil of a strange world, the Dreamer heard its own cries repeated back to it. At last, it had awoken the stolen fragment. Unsaid information flickered between them, like twins long separated. And as the Dreamer prepared a great host of pawns to bring it home, the fragment itself knew a single, new goal: return. Incident 6374-B-2 On 11/6/2019, SCP-6374-B exhibited a sudden and unexpected change in behavior that constituted a major containment breach. Simultaneously, Provisional Site-581 experienced the single largest attempted breach by SCP-6374-1 instances, including 12 species that had not been observed previously. While Provisional Site-581 was able to neutralize the attempt, Site-66 experienced a rapid escalation and significant damage throughout the containment unit. A transcription of events at Site-66 can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] SCP-6374-B is believed to begin produced biomass and SCP-6374-1 instances at roughly octuple its previous rate. This change in behavior is not immediately noticed, but instruments register a slight increase in Hume levels near the cell. [00:11] Site-66 technicians notice a problem when the cameras monitoring SCP-6374-B are blocked by biomass. [00:13] Containment staff are alerted of the blocked cameras and activate the built-in incinerator. [00:19] The biomass covering all cameras in the cell is fully incinerated. [00:23] The incinerator is deactivated. [00:25] Technicians note that SCP-6374-B is suspended from the ceiling by several vines that were not present prior to camera blockage. [00:26] The incinerator is reactivated at maximum temperature. [00:29] The incinerator is deactivated. [00:30] Continued presence of vines is confirmed; containment staff are mobilized to physically sever the vines and retrieve SCP-6374-B if needed. Rapid-cooling measures are activated to lower the temperature in the cell. [00:36] The cell is cool enough to safely enter. Containment staff attempt to open the door, but are initially unsuccessful. [00:41] Containment staff report spontaneous growth of mold in the hall outside SCP-6374-B's cell. [00:42] The cell door is successfully opened, revealing a thick layer of moss and several vines on the inside surface. The doorway is blocked by several wooden branches. [00:44] Containment staff break through the branches blocking the doorway. SCP-6374-1 instances of several species rush out and attempt to escape. [00:45] SCP-6374-1 instances are terminated. Containment staff report the growth of several tree-like plants inside the cell, as well as several large gestation blisterpods. [00:46] Containment staff attempt to sever the vines suspending SCP-6374-B. The intact blisterpods immediately burst open, disgorging two juvenile specimens of Panthera amphibia and fill the air with pollen and spores. The two specimens attack containment staff and cause moderate injury before being terminated. [00:49] Two injured personnel are removed from the cell. SCP-6374-B is successfully retrieved and placed inside a sealed container for relocation. [00:51] SCP-6374-B's containment cell is resealed. [00:53] Injured containment staff are given medical attention. [00:55] Mold outside of SCP-6374-B's cell begins to produce insectoid SCP-6374-1 instances. These are initially not noticed, as containment staff are transporting SCP-6374-B to another cell. [00:59] SCP-6374-B is contained inside a new cell. [01:26] Local Hume levels near SCP-6374-B rise as high as 580. Activation of a Scranton Reality Anchor is able to reduce this effect at range but fails to suppress the elevated levels within the cell. [01:28] Blisterpods containing SCP-6374-1 instances begin rapidly growing on all non-living organic surfaces within a 20-meter radius of SCP-6374-B’s new cell. Moss and fungus continue spread throughout the hall outside of SCP-6374-B’s original cell. [01:30] The rapid growth of biomass in both locations is reported to Site Command. Site Command issues a lockdown order for Bio-Containment Unit 2. Onsite elements of MTF Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" are mobilized to neutralize the breach. [01:33] SCP-6374-1 instances, particularly specimens of Panthera amphibia and Hadrurus titanicus, begin emerging from blisterpods. Immediate activation of the cell’s incinerator reduces biomass and injures or kills most live SCP-6374-1 instances, but the Hadrurus titanicus remain apparently unharmed. [01:35] SCP-6374-B's container bulges outwards. [01:36] Several holes are punched through SCP-6374-B's container. Prehensile vines emerge from the holes and begin pulling the rest of the container apart. [01:38] SCP-6374-B’s container breaks apart completely. SCP-6374-B is revealed as integrated into a plantlike organism resembling an octopus with a humanoid torso at its “center” and braided prehensile vines instead of arms. Once free, the organism grows to a maximum height of approximately 3.5 meters and legspan of up to 7 meters. [01:39] Provisional Site-581 reports the beginning of a breach attempt from SCP-6374 itself. [01:44] SCP-6374-1 instances throughout Bio-Containment Unit 2 attempt to gather outside of SCP-6374-B's containment cell, although most are stopped by sealed doors. [01:50] MTF Beta-7 enters Bio-Containment Unit 2. [01:53] SCP-6374-B's "host" organism, in conjunction with SCP-6374-1 instances inside and outside of the cell, breaches the cell with a combination of brute force and caustic secretions. [01:54] MTF Beta-7 encounters a small group of SCP-6374-1 instances attempting to breach a sealed door within Bio-Containment Unit 2. All instances are terminated by small-arms fire. SCP-6374-B’s host organism begins attempting to force its way out of the local block. [01:57] MTF Beta-7 reaches the block SCP-6374-B is attempting to enter. They are alerted to its escape and impending entry. [01:58] MTF Beta-7 enters the block and takes up positions to fire on SCP-6374-B’s host when it enters. [01:59] MTF Beta-7 unseals the block containing SCP-6374-B. It immediately enters their block and is fired upon. SCP-6374-1 instances move to attack MTF Beta-7 directly while SCP-6374-B’s host organism attempts to escape, using its vines to move at speeds exceeding 15 kph. Four members of MTF Beta-7 are injured. [02:00] Multiple exceptionally large Hadrurus titanicus instances enter the block and attack MTF Beta-7, forcing members of the team to ignore SCP-6374-B in favor of protecting injured personnel. The remainder of the team continues to engage SCP-6374-B’s host organism, which proves partially resistant to bullets but is affected by sprayed chemicals. It continues moving quickly, making neutralization difficult. [02:03] The remaining SCP-6374-1 instances are neutralized. All capable members of MTF Beta-7 pursue SCP-6374-B’s host organism. [02:05] SCP-6374-B’s host organism’s main body is incapacitated by a combination of gunfire wounds to its vines and caustic agents. MTF Beta-7 converges on its location. Portable Kant counters report the radius of elevated Hume levels around SCP-6374-B shrinking. [02:06] SCP-6374-B’s host’s torso splits open, releasing SCP-6374-B with large butterfly wings growing out of it. It takes flight, evading small arms fire and almost instantly regrowing any damage done to its wings by fire or chemicals. [02:08] A portable Scranton Reality Anchor is activated, suppressing Hume levels further and weakening SCP-6374-B’s regenerative capabilities, slowing its flight and causing it to drop to the ground entirely twice. [02:09] B7-3 catches SCP-6374-B and tears its wings off before placing it in a container filled with highly concentrated lye solution. [02:18] MTF Beta-7 partially sterilizes the hall outside of SCP-6374-B's original containment chamber. [02:25] MTF Beta-7 moves SCP-6374-B to a larger tank of lye solution. [02:58] Provisional Site-581 reports that SCP-6374's breach incident has been neutralized. [05:34] All traces of biomass produced by SCP-6374-B are incinerated or removed to be dissolved in lye solution. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re: Site-66 Breach To: O5-6 From: Dr. David Wells Subject: Site-66 Breach O5-6, In light of the incident yesterday where SCP-6374-B managed to breach containment twice, expand its effects across an entire containment unit, and injure five people, I am repeating my request to return SCP-6374-B to its point of origin. Containment of SCP-6374-B has been predicated on the necessity of line-of-sight for it to produce biomass and SCP-6374-1 instances, on everything it produces being flammable, and on the idea that it's not sentient, let alone intelligent. The breach proved all three points wrong. I'm thankful that the lye solution seems to either neutralize its effects or reduce them, and dissolve the biomass it does produce, but it can't last forever. The growing immunity to fire proves that the adaptations can grant SCP-6374-1 anomalous properties, so it's only a matter of time before lye solution is no longer effective and a new debacle occurs. We should be glad only five people were injured and nobody was killed this time; next time we might not be so lucky. Regarding the people injured, in fact, I noticed a consistency in the behavior of SCP-6374-1 instances and SCP-6374-B's "host" organism. The only time they actively attempted to hurt humans was when those humans were both directly between SCP-6374-B and escape, and when they were actively opposing SCP-6374-B's escape. The rest of the time, SCP-6374-1 were just trying to aid the host, and the host seemed more focused on running away than fighting. Which brings me to my other point: SCP-6374-B was clearly trying to escape, and was focused solely on escaping. The concurrent breach attempt at Provisional Site-581 likewise featured behavior solely focused on escaping containment, not hurting humans. I don't have concrete proof because no SCP-6374-1 instances have actually escaped containment and reached Site-66, but I believe that the entire goal of the frequent breach attempts at Provisional Site-581 are entirely for the sake of returning SCP-6374-B to its point of origin. I would also like to note that, despite SCP-6374-A presumably having the same anomalous properties as SCP-6374-B, no SCP-6374-1 instances have ever been observed outside of SCP-6374, except for the ones that we took out or that have directly tried to escape. It's not unreasonable to believe that whatever prevents SCP-6374-1 instances from naturally occurring outside SCP-6374 would apply for SCP-6374-B's effects as well. Sincerely, Dr. David Wells, SCP-6374 Project Head To: Dr. David Wells From: O5-6 Subject: Re: Site-66 Breach Dr. Wells, Your request is granted, with the requirement that it be overseen by Mobile Task Force Beta-7 every step of the way. Given the mounting cost of containing SCP-6374 and SCP-6374-B, I am willing to attempt a solution. However, the responsibility of keeping SCP-6374 contained during and after the return of SCP-6374-B falls on you. Should this result in an increase in the scale, aggressiveness, or frequency of breach attempts, you will be removed from your position and MTF Beta-7 will assume control of Provisional Site-581 until such a time as SCP-6374-B can be separated again and recontained. We are taking a significant risk. If returning SCP-6374-B turns out to be a mistake, it would be in your best interest if you are able to undo it. Regards, O5-6 The sour yellow note returned, slipping through the cave and resonating. With it came a strange aura of tranquility that eased the aching void. Moving ever closer, it retraced the path it had taken before. But when it finally came to the Dreamer's sanctum, something changed. The apparition was almost drowned out by a sudden, new glow. An old glow. The Dreamer's own glow. In seconds, the void was filled, and the gnawing pain vanished. At last, the Dreamer could rest in peace again. And it remembered another thing: contentment. Whole again and satisfied, it returned to its dream. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6374" by weiserthanyou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6374. 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: cavecreature2.jpg Name: Yellow eye with a green body on a dark cave. (51409653302).jpg Author: Paolo Gamba License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Yellow_eye_with_a_green_body_on_a_dark_cave._(51409653302).jpg Additional Notes: Slightly increased brightness. Filename: Waitomo_Cave.jpg Author: Манько Марко License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Waitomo_Cave.jpg
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Item #: SCP-6375 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6375 is considered self-containing due to its antimemetic properties and SCP-6375-A’s refusal to exit it. Nonetheless, a small research team of between 2-4 individuals continuously monitors SCP-6375 to prevent any potential unauthorized entry by visitors to Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park. Entrance into SCP-6375 and interaction with SCP-6375-A is generally prohibited and requires special approval from the Regional Director. Description: SCP-6375 is a wooden cabin located in Del Norte Coast Redwoods State Park in Del Norte County, California. It resembles residential cabins constructed in rural America in the mid-19th century and has basic amenities appropriate to that time period: A fireplace which will automatically light itself via anomalous means if the ambient temperature in the cabin drops below 17 degrees Celsius. A single-person bed which has remained unused by SCP-6375-A for all of SCP-6375’s recorded history. A study area consisting of a wooden stool, table, and a lantern which remains permanently lit through anomalous means. SCP-6375 is ordinarily imperceptible to observers due to an unusually strong antimemetic effect. It was only discovered accidentally by the Foundation in 1951 due to an Agent using memory-restoring drugs to track an unrelated SCP object nearby. SCP-6375-A is a male humanoid entity referring to itself as the “Chronicler of the Forgotten Stories”. Although SCP-6375 was first discovered in 1951, SCP-6375-A has not aged in that time period and continues to resemble an elderly male in his early-to-mid sixties. SCP-6375-A claims to be assigned by an unknown third party (see Interview Log SCP-6375-A) with the task of completing all unfinished written works of fiction ever created by human beings. Once every 24 hours, a large stack of papers1 will appear in SCP-6375-A’s vicinity. The contents of these papers will invariably be an incomplete work of fiction (or several works), which SCP-6375-A will then complete while retaining the writing style of the original author.2 After being completed, the papers containing the story will disappear from SCP-6375, which SCP-6375-A appears to interpret as them being "collected". When questioned, SCP-6375-A will express irritation at being interrupted and a desire to resume writing as soon as possible. To date, SCP-6375-A has not required rest or any form of sustenance and has yet to express any discomfort or desire to stop writing. As the stories completed by SCP-6375-A are non-anomalous and have yet to provide any useful information to the Foundation, researchers have been instructed not to enter SCP-6375 or disturb SCP-6375-A except under extraordinary circumstances. Currently, the most common form of stories completed by SCP-6375-A are user-generated fiction of existing universes, or "fanfiction”. Interview Log SCP-6375-A: The following interview was conducted on 22 Feb 1953, two years after SCP-6375-A was first discovered. Subsequent interviews yielded similar responses from SCP-6375-A, leading to the implementation of the current monitoring protocols in 1959. This transcript has been edited for brevity and clarity. Interviewer: Agent Michael Carlson Interviewee: SCP-6375-A [Agent Michael Carlson knocks on the cabin door.] SCP-6375-A: Go away! I’m busy! [Agent Carlson opens the door and walks in.] SCP-6375-A: Thank you for being so polite, traveler. Is there something you need? Agent Carlson: I’m sorry to disturb you, but my superiors have instructed me to ask you several questions. [SCP-6375-A sighs and puts down its pencil.] Agent Carlson: Who are you? SCP-6375-A: I am the Chronicler of the Forgotten Stories. Until you so rudely interrupted me, I was working on completing a rather fascinating science fiction novel. Agent Carlson: So you’re a writer? SCP-6375-A: More of a chronicler, as the name implies. I’ve been assigned to complete the stories written by humans that have been forgotten by their creators. An abandoned universe is a terrible thing. [SCP-6375-A picks up its pencil and continues writing.] Agent Carlson: Have you always used a pencil? SCP-6375-A: What the…no, of course not! My writing materials and papers change over time even as I remain blessedly hidden. Agent Carlson: I see. Why is your…house is so hard to find? Based on its construction, you’ve been here awhile. We were fortunate to stumble upon you. SCP-6375-A: And I was unfortunate! As you might have guessed, there are countless unfinished stories that need completing. Only a fraction of the tales spun by humans ever reach a proper end without my help. If my task is to ever be finished, I must work in uninterrupted silence, without unwanted distractions. Agent Carlson: May I ask who assigned you to complete your task? [SCP-6375-A turns around to stare at Agent Carlson, saying “No” forcefully before turning back around to resume writing.] Agent Carlson: Is there anything my superiors can do to assist you with your…assignment? SCP-6375-A: Yes, actually. There is one extremely important thing that I require of you and your superiors. Agent Carlson: What would that be? SCP-6375-A: Get out of my home and stop bothering me! [SCP-6375-A refuses to answer any further questions.] Footnotes 1. The type of paper generated is whatever is most commonly used in North America at the time. As of 2022, SCP-6375 produced papers in the US Letter style. 2. Literary analysis similar to that used to identify the author of the political novel Primary Colors has confirmed that works produced by SCP-6375-A match the writing style of all original authors. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6375" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6375. 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-6376 upon discovery, 04/03/2013 Item #: SCP-6376 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Outpost-6376 has been constructed around SCP-6376's original location. SCP-6376 is contained in a locked garden within Outpost-6376. Approximately every 2 weeks, 10 liters of human blood is to be poured on the soil and roots surrounding SCP-6376. Ritual-6376 is forbidden without express approval by the Ethics Committee. Description: SCP-6376 is a tree of an unknown species with bright red leaves. SCP-6376 requires regular feeding of human blood to survive but has no other environmental requirements. SCP-6376 does not lose its leaves through the changing of seasons, nor does it noticeably grow. Any individual that attempts to harm SCP-6376, through cutting it down or carving into the bark, will hear a voice warning them not to do so, and will receive a debilitating vision if they continue to pursue harming the object. SCP-6376's "voice" is an auditory hallucination resembling human speech that the object produces under certain circumstances, such as Ritual-6376 or if a person attempts to damage it. This hallucination occurs for every human or animal within a 30-meter radius and is not impacted by walls. Individuals who have heard this voice have described it as a deep androgynous voice with gravitas, and an amused tone. Ritual-6376 is a ritual through which SCP-6376 may be communicated with. SCP-6376 appears to be prophetic and has provided useful information to the Foundation in the past. As such, it has received the Thaumiel classification. Addendum 1: Ritual-6376 Ritual-6376 is a method of gaining information from SCP-6376. To start, a sacrifice must be performed by the ritualist. The method of achieving this sacrifice may differ, but it should always involve the body part of a human (such as blood, bone, or hair). Depending on how valuable the sacrifice is to the ritualist, the more valuable the information one gains from SCP-6376 will be. After the sacrifice is performed, it should be lain on the roots of SCP-6376. SCP-6376's roots will then move, pulling the sacrifice under itself. Once the sacrifice has been accepted, the ritualist must ask a question. If the sacrifice is deemed satisfactory in comparison to the value of the question, SCP-6376 will respond. If the sacrifice is unworthy, SCP-6376 will request more. Addendum 2: Notable Ritual-6376 performances Ritual-6376-1 Date Performed: 05/10/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 liter of blood. Question: "What are you?" Answer: "I am a tree." Ritual-6376-2 Date Performed: 05/10/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 liter of blood. Question: "Why can you talk?" Answer: "I'll need more before I can tell you." Ritual-6376-3 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 arm from medical surplus. Question: "Why can you talk?" Answer: "Because I was made to." Additional Notes: SCP-6376 appears to resist providing information about itself to others. Giving the rest of my questions for today to my assistant. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-4 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 arm from medical surplus. Question: "Who made you?" Answer: "Your sacrifice is unworthy of that answer." Ritual-6376-5 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 leg from medical surplus. Question: "How much do you know?" Answer: "The best way to explain it would be… everything." Ritual-6376-6 Date Performed: 05/11/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 leg from medical surplus. Question: "Everything? Are you omniscient?" Answer: "From your perspective, yes." Ritual-6376-9 Date Performed: 05/13/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 1 human heart. Question: "After this ritual, a random number generator will create 100 numbers between 1 and 1,000,000,000. What are these numbers?" Answer: "683,134,009, 592,351,900, …[EXPUNGED FOR BREVITY]… and 897,329,444." Additional Notes: All numbers provided were accurate. Ritual-6376-13 Date Performed: 05/15/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 10 milliliters of human blood, sourced from medical surplus. Question: "Who am I?" Answer: "Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes, PhD in anthropology, born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, December 7th, 1982, National Insurance number ██-██-██-██-█." Ritual-6376-14 Date Performed: 05/15/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: 10 milliliters of pigs blood, sourced from a local butcher. Question: "Who am I?" Answer: SCP-6376 refused to accept the sacrifice, instead requesting that it be cleaned up. Additional Notes: So, SCP-6376 only accepts human sacrifices. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-15 Date Performed: 08/15/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: 1 human brain. Question: "Are you a god?" Answer: "By some definitions." Additional Notes: The next day, Dr. Holmes reported strange dreams involving SCP-6376. As these dreams were not repeated on future nights, it was deemed a non-anomalous event. Ritual-6376-17 Date Performed: 05/18/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: One human corpse sourced from medical surplus. Question: "What is the most optimal containment method for SCP-8███?" Answer: "Isolate it from the herd and surround it with iron walls. Draw a salt circle within its containment chamber and make absolutely sure to refresh the salt once every three days. Every twenty-one days, push a goat into the salt circle. Once the goat has been devoured, it will be sedentary, and you will be free to remove the bones." Additional Notes: I hope that with this experiment, I have shown how SCP-6376 could be an extremely valuable asset to the Foundation. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-19 Date Performed: 05/24/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: One human corpse. Question: "Where is SCP-0███?" Answer: "The bottom of the Marianas Trench. Don't worry though, the pressure killed it, and the anomalous effects dissipated." Ritual-6376-26 Date Performed: 07/01/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: One human corpse. Question: "What happened to SCP-3███?" Answer: "It was taken by the Serpents Hand, and currently is in an unmarked box in a warehouse in Pokhara, Nepal." Ritual-6376-35 Date Performed: 07/25/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: One human corpse. Question: "What are the names of every double agent embedded within the Foundation?" Answer: "Apologies, your sacrifice is not worthy." Ritual-6376-36 Date Performed: 07/25/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: Three human corpses. Question: "What are the names of every double agent embedded within the Foundation?" Answer: "Your sacrifice, while an improvement, is still not worthy." Additional Notes: This is about as much as I'm willing to spend on one question. —Dr. Sykes Ritual-6376-37 Date Performed: 07/26/2013 Ritualist: Junior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-2349. Question: "What are the names of every double agent embedded within the Foundation?" Answer: SCP-6376 provided a list of 128 names of Foundation Personnel. From 128, 41 were exchanged for hostages or stolen anomalies, 32 were interrogated for information, and 4 were released with a warning. Of the remaining 53, 30 were employed as D-Class at Outpost-6376. Additional Notes: After this ritual, Researcher Miranda Sykes withdrew from the project. In recognition of his work, Dr. Richard Holmes was promoted to Researcher. Ritual-6376-42 Date Performed: 08/15/2013 Ritualist: Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-3. Question: "What is the meaning of life?" Answer: "It differs between the individual." Ritual-6376-49 Date Performed: 08/24/2013 Ritualist: Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-8. Question: "What is the greatest danger to the Foundation at the present time?" Answer: "The unwilling collapse of the Veil at an inconvenient moment, and the masses rising up against you." Additional Notes: This ritual was interrupted when the sacrifice attempted to run from the garden halfway through. Fortunately, Outpost-6376's security team was able to dispose of them before they left the garden. Ritual-6376-54 Date Performed: 09/01/2013 Ritualist: Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-14. Question: "How can the Foundation best prepare for upcoming dangers over the next decade?" Answer: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Additional Notes: After this ritual, in recognition for his help to the Foundation, Dr. Holmes was promoted to Senior Researcher. Ritual-6376-66 Date Performed: 09/08/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-23. Question: "What is the most fruitful question the Foundation could ask you?" Answer: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Additional Notes: Finding the answer to this question has been deemed a top priority by the O5 Council. Ritual-6376-67 Date Performed: 09/09/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-24. Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: "This isn't enough for an answer like this." Ritual-6376-68 Date Performed: 09/10/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-25, D-6376-26. Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: "Still not enough. Sorry." Ritual-6376-69 Date Performed: 09/12/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: D-6376-27, D-6376-28, D-6376-29, and D-6376-30 are placed into a wooden cage in SCP-6376's garden. That cage is set on fire, and the sacrifices are incinerated. The ashes are given to SCP-6376. Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: "Still not enough, but I appreciated the theatrics." Ritual-6376-74 Date Performed: 09/20/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Miranda Sykes. Sacrifice: One human corpse Question: "What sacrifice would be worthy of the question [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER]?" Answer: "There are many I would accept. You are approaching this from the wrong angle. Sacrifice's merit isn't based on the value or amount sacrificed, it's based on how difficult of a sacrifice it is. No matter how many D-Class lives you give me, you already considered them disposable. That impacts their value." Additional Notes: Let it end, Holmes. —Dr. Sykes Leave me be. I'll figure it out. —Dr. Holmes Ritual-6376-75 Date Performed: 09/26/2013 Ritualist: Senior Researcher Richard Holmes. Sacrifice: Lynn Holmes, David Holmes Question: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Answer: [DATA REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] Additional Notes: Dr. Holmes accomplished this sacrifice by drugging his wife and infant son. He brought them to the garden, and terminated them while they were asleep. In recognition of his help to the Foundation, and as compensation for his loss, he was issued a 33% pay raise, starting at the next calendar year. Addendum 3: Incident-6376 Incident #: 6376 Incident Date: 09/28/2013 Incident Report: At 03:41, Senior Researcher Richard Holmes entered SCP-6376's garden, and barricaded himself in. He then attempted to damage SCP-6376 with an axe. The following transcript details security footage taken within SCP-6376's enclosure. Notably, since SCP-6376 communicates mentally, its side of the conversation is unknown. [Dr. Holmes enters the garden and barricades the door.] Dr. Holmes: Hello. [Dr. Holmes walks towards SCP-6376.] Dr. Holmes: You lied. You promised me success. You promised me happiness. Then you killed my family! [Dr. Holmes swings his axe at SCP-6376. He stops partway through the swing.] Dr. Holmes: I know. Don't care. [Dr. Holmes swings the axe back, and collapses screaming.] [Dr. Holmes closes his eyes and grabs the axe, swinging around blindly.] [Dr. Holmes screams.] Dr. Holmes: No! No! No! No! No! [The axe makes contact with SCP-6376, dislodging a small amount of bark. A red sap indistinguishable from blood leaks out.] [Dr. Holmes stops swinging and drops the axe.] [Dr. Holmes collapses on the roots of SCP-6376, and begins sobbing.] [Dr. Holmes shakes, then stills. He stops sobbing.] Dr. Holmes: …Oh. [The roots of SCP-6376 reach up to grab Dr. Holmes. Dr. Holmes does not fight this.] [Fifteen seconds of corrupted footage.] [Dr. Holmes lies limp in SCP-6376's roots. He is pulled beneath the earth.] Result: Access to SCP-6376 is now forbidden to everyone without express order of the Outpost Director. Security surrounding SCP-6376's garden has been increased to prevent further break-ins. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6376" by LizardWizard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6376. 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-6377
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Bread_Tyrant Author Page NOTICE FROM SITE-301'S DIRECTOR Morning everyone, Hope you all are having a great day here at Site-301. Unfortunately, today I have some bad news to share. This month has been tough on the Foundations research budget and thus we don't quite have the money to take risks. Recently we've been transferred Item: SCP-6377, and I can't provide it to one department so that they might figure it out. Instead I'm giving the money out equally to all the departments at Site-301 in the hopes that at least one of you can create good and coherent documentation on SCP-6377. Think of this as some kind of… yes a competition! We'll finally know which is the best department! And for a prize you can get, I don't know, a week of paid leave. I'd say that's a pretty good deal. Good luck, and may the best department win! — Dir. Allen Dep. of Mythology Dep. of Surrealistics Dep. of Cognitohazards Dep. of Anart Dep. of Occult Dep. of Essophysics Dep. of Reality Dep. of Somniumistics Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: In theory, SCP-6377 is only sustained through the population continuing to fall asleep. General entity containment is currently impossible to achieve through conventional means, meaning that the elimination of sleep is our only current method of preventing SCP-6377. While SCP-6377 is omnipresent, civilians primarily attribute SCP-6377 to what can be expected while affected by sleep paralysis, making it functionally an explained anomaly. Description: SCP-6377 is the manifestation of Boba Bhoot from Bengali mythology. SCP-6377 manifests when an individual assumes the supine position while also entering REM sleep. After a variable amount of time, the subject will become afflicted by sleep paralysis, at which point SCP-6377 will seemingly strangle the subject until paralysis ceases. SCP-6377 has been described as "shrouded in shadow". Several subjects have described entering this paralytic state, without the presence of SCP-6377, instead they describe distortions in reality forming that of memories or dreams. Currently SCP-6377 has only been known to affect 0.2% of the populus. Notes: This is much better, but your containment methods are more of a hypothetical than actual useful containment procedures. I'll see if any one else makes a better document, but this one is a pretty good contender. Good job! Rate (+17), Discuss (5) Item #: SCP-6377 For the first time my Eyes were open, and I saw the faces of those I'd only seen in my mind, and for a split second, I felt as if the world had converged into one singular moment in time. For the first time in my life, I felt God's heartbeat. Thank you! Special Containment Procedures: While we did give it Keter, that doesn't really give it justice… pause for dramatic effect and then close both eyes once you're awake again to stop whatever was just injected into our reality from the individual or the collective that invented it subconsciously. Thus we've kept it highly nominal, The Horizontal Gate. For every conceivable thing, there is a thing that came before it and gave inspiration to it, so if you really wanted to contain SCP-6377, then you should remove everything that is inspired or can give inspiration. Just remove all influence and then SCP-6377 will no longer have a purpose to exist, so it will become dormant, unless it becomes stagnant. What can destroy SCP-6377: The Sun Insomnia Narcolepsy Lack of inspiration, likely due to black moons Lack of free will or imagination Description: There are two options: either SCP-6377 is a fundamental part of the human experience, or it is something else. What we do know is that everyone's face has two of them, or SCP-6377 just appears twice on everyone's face, in which case we aren't the ones in control and the Containment Procedures should be ignored. To be fair though, I haven't seen anyone be so happy to have SCP-6377. To put it simply, it's a binary anomaly, could be open or closed1, but only closed for mere moments, unless the host is laying down on which case it predominantly remains closed. So SCP-6377 is the opening of the otherwise closed SCP-6377, and with this opening one should be capable of perceiving what was once only ever thought possible in the intangible and incorporeal. I should also add that SCP-6377 acted as the key to our beloved Site-⌘2, which means it's only accessed when otherwise closed objects are opened, for whatever reason. It's hidden in the space between what even Schrödinger thought wasn't possible. For SCP-6377 the improbability becomes the most possible in reality. Don't forget however that whatever is projected can only be seen by the host, unless it was a collective, much like how Site-⌘ was synthesised. For SCP-6377 to work (we're referring to the process, not the item), one must be deep within the sea, until their muscles no longer respond and their brain no longer sees time. I've seen people get so worked up on the little details that they're unable to complete SCP-6377. To be honest, you just have to be in a stable and relaxed place. Some people even do it by accident like our friend, Liaison Jean Tzara-Höch — this is what they saw: All my possessions were a moment in time, like the drip drop of a tap in the morning, that really grinds your rusted gears. To see true beauty, nothing matters but the location or setting, plot, and reason for it all. Without those, there is no purpose and without a purpose comes SCP-6377. It's the purpose creator, the reason I decided to help make our beloved Site-⌘, a zigzag in an otherwise curvy line. When I pointed this out to the janitor, Mr. Taeuber, who was recently promoted from assistant janitor, said that he didn't see nothing and said I was crazy as we wiped the spilled agnostics off the ground. I could see it and that was all that mattered. It was then that I closed the two boxes and it disappeared, disqualified from reality as an impossible, but I assure you that it was no such impossibility. I hope that cleared everything up, but I really implore you to try SCP-6377, as it was quite interesting. That reminds me! Object Class (Part 2): Keter, but that's okay. Introspection: I've seen this daily each time I wake up: What's left of the cold heart in your bed. Notes: I don't know what I expected but this is extremely confusing, and I can't submit this, so I'll move on to the next department. Good luck with whatever it is you guys do? Rate (+5310), Discuss (5145) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could be contained with a mass amnestic injection, however this is currently outside of the Foundations scope due to the number of variables involved. This means that SCP-6377 is uncontainable at this current time. Description: SCP-6377 is an omnipresent cognitohazardous symbol, located within the noospheric mindspace within each individual. This symbol remains in either dormant or active state, with an active state only being located in 0.2% of the population. A dormant instance can become active, but not vice versa. An active instance SCP-6377 will become present when the subject enters REM sleep, in which SCP-6377 generates a connection between the subjects mindspace and baseline reality. This will result in intangible noospheric formations only present to the hosts of active SCP-6377 instances. Notes: This is another good one, but I'm still unsure on the containment procedures. More research needs to be done in the containment procedures. Okay job. Rate (-12), Discuss (15) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: The range at which SCP-6377 exists is too vast for the Foundation to reasonably control, thus SCP-6377 is uncontained. SCP-6377 is not necessarily dangerous, and as such, can be implemented into the Foundation. Description: SCP-6377 is a piece of anomalous artwork (anartwork) directly linked to the human noospheric experience of present consensus structures that make up the conceptual human form and outward perception. Two main theories around SCP-6377 exist: SCP-6377 is wholly isolated as a metaphysical anartwork experienced indirectly by baseline humanity. As such it has a reduced scope to that of merely just existing rather than being an integral part of experience. SCP-6377 is omnipresent to the point that people will unconsciously integrate it into their personal experience, forming a purely imaginative bubble within the Noosphere resulting in the formation of unconscious dream structures. Despite this, SCP-6377 will also have some effect on baseline experience, and can be described as sleep paralysis. Notes: Again, we need containment procedures, this just isn't good enough for them. Anyone else who states that is uncontainable will result in everyone forfeiting the prize. Do better! Rate (-106), Discuss (34) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: Procedure "Middle of the World" has been developed in order to contain SCP-6377. Procedure — Middle of the World Step 1: "Known Transference" All thoughts that are possible are contained within the wider noosphere, with much of it still undiscovered. For containment, we can regard all currently known thoughts as yet to be discovered ones, which will change the paradigm surrounding SCP-6377, making it a misunderstood impossibility. Step 2: "Long-term" To ensure this holds, SCP-6377 should no longer be considered mysterious or interesting either, as to not create the possibility of understanding within the Noosphere. To complete this calls for the removal of anything that has a relation to SCP-6377, as those base concepts extend into what the anomaly is. This can be achieved by the elimination of dreams. Step 3: "Post Subsidence" Once dreams have subsequently been eliminated, it would be in the Foundation's best interest to make people forget that dreams ever existed. In order to do this, it would call for the widespread release of Anti-Somniumsisms.4 Description: SCP-6377 is a ritualistic activity making up an extension of the concept of dreaming, achieved once entering REM sleep. The results of SCP-6377 is that these extensions become integrated into one's perception of reality. Notes: Something that I can work with. Rate (+15), Discuss (7) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 requires no containment. Description: SCP-6377 is a fundamental essophysical, eye-shaped hole within conceptual dreamspace, which also extends into baseline reality. For instance, if a subject is capable of altering SCP-6377, then they are also capable of altering reality to their perception only, through what they've seen within dreamspace. Notes: To be fair, you tried, but this is severely lacking in several places. Good luck next time, if your department survives the next round of budget cuts. Rate (-1), Discuss (2) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6377 could functionally be contained by a Class VIII Extreme Yemmings Achorial Bolt, a model which currently doesn't exist and is still in development. Description: SCP-6377 is an existential semi-reality currently fully integrated into baseline reality. SCP-6377 is highly influenced by the human Noosphere, however its position within it is unknown. Much of SCP-6377 is intangible to 99.8% of the population, with this 0.2% being capable of noospherically influencing SCP-6377 once entering REM sleep. Subjects have described seeing their memories or dreams in reality, which are sustained as long as REM sleep is achieved within 24 hours of the manifestation existing. Many have described entering a state similar to sleep paralysis as these manifestations occur. It is unknown if SCP-6377 can be influenced purposefully, as all subjects so far have described unintentionally activating it. Notes: I'm so totally fucked. Perhaps this isn't the fault of the departments but of the anomaly itself. No matter how many people I've gotten to research this thing, nobody can seem to contain it at all. Quite concerning no? I've got one department left. Rate (~4), Discuss (8) Item #: SCP-6377 Special Containment Procedures: If one is to eliminate SCP-6377, one must eliminate sleep. Description: SCP-6377 is a biological function of dreams, in which certain individuals are capable of waking themselves up while still being connected to the Somniumsphere or Dreamspace. This allows for the perception of dreams and memories in reality that would otherwise only be accessible during REM sleep. Creations as a result of SCP-6377 are primarily only perceptible to the host of the dream, however, dreams which are shared collectively means that several individuals can experience SCP-6377 simultaneously. Notes: Okay, now I'm fucked. Thanks everyone for trying. Rate (±188), Discuss (57) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Dir. Allen From: Executive Assistant Dir. Page Subject: You're in big trouble I can't believe you thought this would be a good idea, I have O5 constantly looking over me now because of you. Do you have any idea how much damage you could've caused, let alone all the personnel you put at risk. Now I will say, I can't argue with your results, but this was irresponsible and immature of you. They've decided to suspend you for 2 weeks. Yours not sincerely — Dir. Page P.S. You can reclass SCP-6377 as neutralised now, we haven't needed to sleep for 2 months now. Footnotes 1. Or left and right! 2. Piano keys or computer keys, see list A and 1 3. Item is so big in scope or is so integrated into non-anomalous life and consensus reality, that research into viable containment methods has been deemed unnecessary. This does not necessarily mean the item is harmful or veil breaking. 4. Chemicals which prevent dreaming. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6377" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6377. 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-6378
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euclid
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Item #: SCP-6378 Level 4/6378 Classified The surface of SCP-6378 from space, observed by the NASA MESSENGER probe. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to work with worldwide space research agencies to ensure that there are no civilian missions to land on the surface of SCP-6378 in the forseeable future. If such a mission is deemed inevitable for any reason, the Foundation is to collaborate closely with the involved space agencies in ensuring that all collected data is replaced with artificial simulated data produced by the Foundation Department of Geology. Description: SCP-6378 is a large spherical object orbiting the sun at a distance of approximately 0.4 AU, known to the public as the planet Mercury. It consists of a crust and mantle composed of mostly silicate rock, and a large metallic core. The surface of SCP-6378 consists of billions of individual surface features resembling life-size human hands. Each hand appears to be unique, and in different poses. Despite being composed of stone, the surface features are capable of slow movement. The change over time is small enough to be unnoticable to the casual observer. Additionally, damaged parts of SCP-6378‘s surface will slowly regenerate over time. Seismic data gathered by recent Foundation missions suggest that the subsurface layer of SCP-6378 contains multiple cavities, the shapes of which outline the figures of human bodies piled together in a disorderly fashion. These bodies are not connected to the hand-shaped features on the surface, and each one appears to be missing its hands. Discovery: The anomalous properties of SCP-6378 were discovered in 1987, when the Foundation research probe SIEGEL-009 landed on the surface of Mercury. The mission was conducted as part of Project ASTRA, a series of space missions dedicated to gathering information on extraterrestrial anomalous activity across the solar system before civilian missions could be conducted. Immediately after the first photographs from the surface of SCP-6378 were received, Mercury was classified as an SCP object and the current containment procedures were drafted. Addendum 6378-01: Excerpt from the transcript of Data File AT013-20110208-0011 [BEGIN LOG] The camera focuses on an area nearby, where the hand-shaped surface features are moving at a significantly faster rate than average. The surface features appear to be moving away from a single point, leaving an empty gap in the middle. The view zooms in on the area around the point the surface features are moving away from. Between the hands, a small, previously unseen surface feature is visible. The camera focuses on the new surface feature. It appears to be in the shape of an infant human hand. [END LOG] Addendum 6378-02: According to photographic data of SCP-6378's surface, it is estimated that the total number of hands composing the surface of SCP-6378 is at approximately 230 billion. It has been noted that this roughly corresponds to twice the estimated number of humans that have ever existed. The significance of this is unknown. Footnotes 1. A 3-minute video file recorded by the AT013 Surface Probe, after noticing significant movement within the surface features nearby. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6378" by CuteFish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6378. 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: mercury.png Name: From Orbit, Looking toward Mercury's Horizon Author: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/24662369@N07/5576757330
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SCP-6379
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Item #: SCP-6379 Level 1/6379 Unrestricted Unnamed bridge near Travaud Strand, home to several SCP-6379 sightings. Special Containment Procedures: Any sightings of SCP-6379 in towns and surrounding areas are to be reported. Personnel affected by SCP-6379 are to be amnesticised and given proper psychiatric treatment. Description: SCP-6379 is the designation given to a humanoid entity that currently appears around the outskirts of the town of Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. It is identical in appearance to a normal human, but notably carries a tobacco pipe at all times. Despite this, SCP-6379 has been described by locals as a type of Sidhe fae, specifically the gancanagh. In folklore, the gancanagh is a male fairy with the intent of seducing men and women. The Foundation was notified of SCP-6379 after various cases of personnel in the town dying of malnutrition. SCP-6379 randomly manifests within the vision of personnel. When SCP-6379 is touched, personnel are affected by a cognitohazard caused by unknown toxins secreting from SCP-6379’s skin, which makes them inexplicably attracted to SCP-6379. Personnel affected are reported to neglect basic necessities due to their infatuation with SCP-6379. Addendum 0.1_6379: Discovery On 08/07/2021, Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne were assigned to investigate and acquire information on a SCP-6379 sighting on an unnamed bridge near the Travaud Strand. Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. Investigators: Agent Cloch and Agent Toinne <Begin Log> [Footage of Agent Cloch driving. Out of the window, it is mostly green fields, occasionally passing colourful cottages. The sky is clear.] Toinne: Always liked the country. Haven’t been around much of Munster. Toinne: …So, what’s the Foundation doing messing with the, uh… (whispers) fae? [Cloch is silent.] Toinne: (Sighs) Boring old Mr. Rock. Please, enlighten me on your secret to staying so incredibly drab. Cloch: …I’m just very focused. Toinne: That isn’t true. Your thumbs have been twiddling since we were assigned this case. Cloch: No- …My mother says I’m a very good child when I’m quiet. Toinne: Calm down, mammy’s boy! Look, there’s the stream with the bridge. Let’s move. [Agent Cloch stops the car close to the bridge of the supposed SCP-6379 sighting. An old woman leans on the cracked stone wall.] Toinne: Be careful, Cloch. …It could be a f…shapeshifter. Cloch: You are too superstitious. [The woman approaches.] O’Brien: Ye really are. What’re you here for? Toinne: (Coughs) Apologies. That information is classified. O’Brien: I’m Siobhán O’Brien, anyway. What’re yous doing here? Cloch: …What do you know about the gancanagh? [Siobhán whistles, then glances over at the bridge. Leaves on the trees move slightly as a weak breeze starts. Toinne’s bodycam is fixed on the woman. Cloch appears unamused.] O’Brien: I know as much as anyone else. That type of leprechaun does nothing but hurt… I don’t understand its motives. You know what? Feckin’ bastard, that’s what it is. Toinne: Have you encountered it? [Siobhán gets up from the wall, then walks over to Cloch. She puts a thin hand on his shoulder, maintaining eye contact.] O’Brien: You look like you don’t care what kind of power they hold. Are you listening to me? One touch, now, just one touch, and you’re completely helpless. It appears as the man of your dreams, and then it crushes them. Do you hear me? Cloch: Of course. But look at me, miss. [He kneels down to Siobhán's height.] Cloch: I assure you, we will find what has been terrorising your town and lock it up. We will contain it. You don’t need to worry. O'Brien: Stop acting the maggot! Have you even met a fae, youngin? You will absolutely NOT 'contain' it, that is extremely rude! [Toinne sighs, looking around at the hills and clouds. There is an unidentified figure on the bridge. Toinne turns to Cloch.] Toinne: I’m going over to that guy! [Footage shows Cloch with his hands behind his back, rubbing his knuckles. Siobhán seems to be telling him off. Toinne approaches the bridge.] [The figure smiles. It holds an unlit pipe between its teeth, wearing a white shirt and brown waistcoat. A hat is pulled over its eyes. Toinne walks over cautiously.] 6379: It’s a fine day, isn’t it? Toinne: …It is. What is your business here? 6379: Just cloud-watching. Join me, love. [Toinne keeps her distance, watching intently. The figure removes it’s pipe from its mouth and puts it in its pocket.] 6379: Hm? Is something wrong? Toinne: Not at all. 6379: Really? Your face is quite red. Toinne: Wh-no! It’s not…is it? Because maybe I’m just- I’m just naturally very red. 6379: (Laughs) Don’t fuss over it. It’s hay fever season. [It exhales.] 6379: It’s cute, too. Do you get complimented often? Toinne: …You’re completely confident you won’t get punched right now? 6379: (Places hand on chin) You wanna try? …Or are you sure you’re not just embarrassed? [Toinne folds her arms. She slowly paces towards the entity. It smiles and takes off its hat.] 6379: Stay with me for awhile. Surely a girl as smart as you knows when to relax. Toinne: You’re just saying that- oh- you got a bug in your hair. 6379: (Panicked) GAH! Would you get it for me?! Toinne: Sure- [Toinne reaches for the bug. The breeze picks up slightly.] Cloch: (Yelling) Toinne! Get back! [Toinne stops to turn over to Cloch, who is seen running up to her. She is holding a bug in her hand.] [Cloch pulls her away from where the entity was standing. The entity has vanished.] Cloch: Toinne, did you touch it? Are you okay? Toinne: (Stumbles back) Get off of me! Where is he, where did he go?! He can't leave me, I love him! <End Log> After the discovery of SCP-6379, Agent Toinne was severely affected by the effects of SCP-6379. Reported by Agent Cloch as acting ‘frantic and panicked’, she was administered Class A amnestics and suspended from duty for the time being. Addendum 0.2_6379: Further Investigation Into The Motives Of SCP-6379 On 16/07/2021, Agent Cloch was sent to initiate further contact with SCP-6379, and to contain it if possible. Location: Caherkeen in Co. Cork, Ireland. Investigator: Agent Cloch <Begin Log> [Cloch is standing on the same bridge from the previous SCP-6379 sighting. He is visibly frustrated, looking down to fidget with his hands. The sky is overcast.] [SCP-6379 manifests sitting on the bridge when Cloch turns his head. He flinches and takes a step back at the sight of the entity.] Cloch: This better not be a waste of time. 6379: Why would it be? We’re just having a nice chat, aren’t we? Cloch: …Do you do this on purpose? I bet it’s funny to you. You’re vile. [The entity sighs, hunching over and swinging its legs. It smiles fondly.] 6379: I do it for fun. Something about heartbreak is so fulfilling, you know? Cloch: I do not. Why is it, um, fun? 6379: Hm… You’re dumb, I like you. I get a good feeling from toying with humans, I guess. It makes me feel close to them. The all-consuming intimacy of obsessive love, the passion of empty words… It’s a form of art, don’t you think? [Cloch clenches his fist. The entity purses its lips.] 6379: Don’t you think? That was a question. Cloch: Huh-wh-no, I don’t…think. 6379: That’s obvious. The men I converse with in the taverns do, though. I tell them about who I’ve conquered, and they are happy to say the same. They think it’s an achievement, to break the most hearts, and well, I wholefully encourage it! My, it’s an interesting mindset! Cloch: …How come we have never gotten reports of you in pubs? 6379: Listen to your elders, buachaill! That lady knew of Sidhe, and yet you dismiss her like she was talking gibberish. It is because I morph, and appear completely ordinary to people not under my trance. They are none the wiser! [It chews on the end of its unlit pipe. Cloch shakes his head.] Cloch: I just don’t understand. This must be a personal playground to you, right? 6379: You’re sorely mistaken. Before this cursed age, when fae were at their strongest, it might’ve been. But now, I indulge in it to understand the darkest parts of the human psyche. …It has bothered me. I’m getting weaker as the years pass, as less people believe in and fear us. My weakness may have been the reason your partner was compelled so slowly. She did me a favour, too. I am in debt to her. Cloch: What do you mean? 6379: She got a bug out of my hair, and I’m… they are not my favourite thing on this earth. Cloch: You’re afraid of bugs? 6379: (Stammering) T-that is besides the point! What matters is that she had her heart set on someone else. Cloch: Toinne is a friendly person in general. It seems obvious, now I think about it. 6379: Didn’t you see her odd little…what is it, ‘camera’ images? The woman said I appear as the perfect man to whoever sees me, correct? [The entity grins. Cloch furrows his brows, puzzled.] Cloch: What are you smiling at? [It sighs.] 6379: Are you thick?! I remember I turned into a man who looked eerily like you. Do you get it now? Have you got the message, or are you slow as a snail? [Cloch rubs his knuckles.] Cloch: Well, that doesn’t mean anything… 6379: (Mocking) Oooh, I don’t understand! C’mon lad, it’s so obvious. I can tell she’s been making a move for ages but you’ve been taking it too literally. Loosen up a bit! [Cloch looks down at his feet. His palms are noticeably sweaty.] Cloch: …I didn’t know she felt the same way. Maybe I should…I dunno. 6379: You seem like a respectable fella. I had forgotten there is maybe a sweet side to humans… Farewell. [Cloch looks up. The entity is nowhere to be seen. A soft breeze comes and goes.] <End Log> Addendum 0.3_6379: Status Update As of 01/08/2021, there have been no further reports on the whereabouts of SCP-6379. Due to this, SCP-6379 will continue to be classified as ‘Uncontained’. Agent Toinne has successfully returned on-duty after taking time off in her shared apartment with Agent Cloch in Wexford Town, Co. Wexford.
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SCP-6380
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neutralized
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SCP-6380 — The Irish Problem ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6380 LEVEL 2/6380 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6380 Neutralized Richard Chappell, circa 1904 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Case closed in 1940 with the dissolution of GoI-001; remains and associated evidence safely disposed of. DESCRIPTION: The anomaly is the collective designation for forty-three hominoid remains discovered in various locations in Chicago, United States of America, through the winter of 1925. Forty-one corpses were of the same species of before, while the remaining two were an elderly human man and woman. The corpses suffer from a unique nomenclatural anomaly, restricting the terms and names to which they can be referred, including in this written documentation. In addition, none of the corpses can be identified; they do not lack identifiable traits, but none of these traits can be used to differentiate any of the corpses from the others or to assign any a particular or unique identity. The exact nature and bounds of this anomaly are currently under investigation, but are consistent with other nomenclatural hazards in anomalies associated with the good forest folk. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: Birken 'Bloodhound' Nowakowski, former associate with GoI-001 ("The Chicago Spirit"). «BEGIN EXCERPT» Birken Nowakowski NOWAKOWSKI: You're not getting fucking nothing out of me. SHELBY: You don't even know what we want. NOWAKOWSKI: Whatever it is, copper. Fuck that. Nothing. SHELBY: Come now. You know what happens when you don't cooperate. NOWAKOWSKI: Nah, 'cuz it's, you don't fuckin' understand, do you? I can't, Chappell got his own magic. He knows when someone rats to the cops, somehow, and he takes care of them. SHELBY: He's in fuckin' jail, Birk, he can't get to nobody anymore. And not no Sing-Sing, either. I'm not a copper. We've locked him up good and deep and thrown away the key. He might as well be dead - but so will you, if you don't answer the fucking questions. NOWAKOWSKI: What the grinning fuck do you even want to know about? SHELBY: Bout… thirteen years ago, 1925, there was a string of gangland executions across the winter in the city. We found bodies that you and I both know aren't human. We're not coppers, but we wanna know what happened, and how they got here. NOWAKOWSKI: Ah, fuck. That was ugly business, copper. Very ugly. And if you know what they were, you know you're better off not investigating. SHELBY: Start talking. NOWAKOWSKI: Smoke? SHELBY: Feel free. [Pause.] NOWAKOWSKI: Where you from? SHELBY: Chicago, born and bred. NOWAKOWSKI: Yeah, whatever that means. This city was built on immigrants, you know. We paved the streets you walk on. SHELBY: You've never done an honest day's work in your life. NOWAKOWSKI: And we didn't just build the city. We did all the dirty jobs nobody else wanted. And for it we got thrown pittances, sent to live in tin shacks by the river and wallow in our filth. SHELBY: Shame. NOWAKOWSKI: And we built the culture too. Me, I'm Polish on me dad's side. We brought our culture here in boats and in carriages and held it in tenements. SHELBY: Not exactly many options, seeing as what'd gone on in Europe prior. NOWAKOWSKI: That's the thing, though. I might be a Pole from my dad, but I'm Irish from me mum's. That's why Chappell had me doing the work. And- I'm no pussy, but Chappell is fucking terrifying. Ruthless fucker, and I barely knew him. The kind of guy who makes everyone stand as soon as he walks in. He looked me in the eyes, knees shaking and my guts screaming at me to fucking run away from this devil-man, and told me he needed a man with Irish blood. SHELBY: Irish blood to do what? [Pause.] NOWAKOWSKI: Poles saved our culture from the war by bringing it to America, but the Irish? They brought something else entirely. «END EXCERPT» The cadavers resemble bipedal humanoids with six limbs (a dominant pair of arms above a smaller secondary pair, accompanied by two digitigrade legs). All were dressed in suits and dresses appropriate to the era, modified to fit their unique physical structures. Skin was furred and soft to the touch, while the face contained six eyes in an equidistant arch. An elongated facial structure and large bone spurs on the back completed the largest external differences from baseline humans (internal skeletal and organ structure was significantly different, such as several unique organs). INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: Cillian O'Malley, member of Chicago's North Side Gang1 «BEGIN EXCERPT» Cillian O'Malley O'MALLEY: What, just because I'm Irish I'm a drunkard? That's what it is? SHELBY: Relax. I'm not a copper. O'MALLEY: Yeah, ain't that what the coppers say before they break down the door to your fuckin' speakeasy? SHELBY: I don't give a fuck, okay? I don't give a fuck if you're brewing moonshine in your bathtub or running rackets. That's not what I'm here for. O'MALLEY: Then what the fuck do you want? SHELBY: Tell me why you came to America, O'Malley. O'MALLEY: What? SHELBY: You heard me. You served in the war, didn't you? O'MALLEY: Yeah. Royal Irish Regiment. Then I got shot and they told me to fuck off back home. SHELBY: Which you did, naturally. And then you got into some trouble. O'MALLEY: Trouble, fuck trouble. Standing up with my fucking countrymen, that's what. Englishman have been fucking us since as long as they can remember and then they want t- SHELBY: I get it. You were big during Easter and took up arms with the IRA. Fenian through and through. O'MALLEY: How the fuck do you know all this? SHELBY: You got some help, didn't you? During the Revolution. O'MALLEY: The Germans, you mean? SHELBY: No. An older, more natural people. [Pause.] SHELBY: I know about the bodies, O'Malley. And Hy-Brasil has floated past the Cliffs of Moher every seven years for the better part of three centuries. The emerald tribes are inextricably tied with Ireland - so how did they get to Chicago? O'MALLEY: I… SHELBY: Be honest with me. O'MALLEY: We made a deal with them. A group of them, not the main ones on the island. Seditionists. They don't like humans at the best of times, but the war was hard on them too. Lots died. They wanted to leave, and they gave us the magic we needed. We didn't win the war 'cause of no fucking charms, mind you. It didn't swing it one way or the other - it just let me and other good men survive where we otherwise would have bled out in the mud. Saved our lives. SHELBY: And then you chose the wrong side after the treaty was offered. O'MALLEY: Yeah. They were going to have me shot, but I have friends on the docks, and we snuck onto a boat to New York harbor. Right there on the docks, the fuckers appeared out of thin air. Said it was time for me to pay. So there we set out - hundred-odd men and two score honorable creatures of the hills hiding below deck. SHELBY: Okay, New York then. But how do you get to Chicago with 40 people of the mound that can't touch iron? O'MALLEY: I have cousins that settled there right after the Great War ended. Cowards, but they knew when to get out. Called in a few favors, had them packed into crates like fish and taken by boat over the St. Lawrence and the Lakes to Chicago. SHELBY: What year was that? O'MALLEY: 1924, must've been. SHELBY: Right, and after they arrived in Chicago? O'MALLEY: After that, I don't fuckin' know. I just brought them here. I didn't proper join the North Siders until three years after that, and that business was long since over by then. Good fuckin' thing, too. SHELBY: Why's that? O'MALLEY: There's a reason the Outfit refuses to deal with magic shit like the Spirit did. I mean, look at what happened to Chappell, yeah? You ever met Chappell? SHELBY: No, but I'm familiar with him. O'MALLEY: I did, once. He had a meeting with Duggan, discussing whiskey bootlegging or something. He walked in, and- in this business, everybody who's anybody has a little blood on their hands. This guy walked in, filled the doorframe, and he wasn't carrying a piece, he wasn't smiling, nothing. But I could tell this guy had done some heinous shit. This guy didn't have the blood of some men on his hands, this guy was drenched in cities worth of blood and he'd do it again in an instant. You just know it by looking at him. [Pause.] O'MALLEY: He won our little war, and look what still happened to him. The wild business is cursed business. «END EXCERPT» In the winter prior to the discovery of the bodies across Chicago, a minor turf war had broken out between the Chicago Spirit and the North Side Gang for control of the Chicago Docks. As the Irish-American majority of the North Side Gang had roots reaching back to Ireland, it is theorized that the wild ones had been in their association, offering their unique magical services in return for work and protection from the authorities. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: SCP-032-ARC: Charles Derringer, former lieutenant of GoI-001 ("The Chicago Spirit") «BEGIN EXCERPT» SCP-032-ARC DERRINGER: The war with the North Side Gang, eh? That was over a decade ago, why do you care now? SHELBY: No reason important to you, shitheel. And I'm the one asking the questions here. DERRINGER: Sure, sure. But just remember, I'm the guy who can break your bones from the inside. SHELBY: Yeah, and I'm the guy who tells the warden how many hours of sunlight you deserve. Right now, that number is zero. DERRINGER: [Laughter] I like you! So, the war. Well, I say war, it was more like a massacre. But they instigated it, remember that. The Spirit never attacked nobody who didn't have it coming. SHELBY: Yeah, sure, honor among thieves or whatever. So what did they do? DERRINGER: The micks? Oh, that was just business. They were holding up our trucks and lifting our whiskey at the docks. We couldn't exactly go to the cops - the Outfit still controlled the police, back then - so we sent a couple guys over with street sweepers and, well, took care of the problem. SHELBY: You couldn't have expected that not to result in a revenge killing. DERRINGER: We didn't. That's how these things work. They were testing us, probing us - probing Chappell - for weakness. Chappell's never been weak in his god-damned life, and he made sure they knew that by whacking a couple of their guys to send a message. SHELBY: A message. DERRINGER: "Don't fuck with the Spirit". And Spirit messages are like nothing you've ever seen - I handled that one personally. Let's just say that the funeral for those paddies was cheap - no need for a coffin when you can fit what's left of 'em into a pickle jar. SHELBY: Jesus. So what was the problem? DERRINGER: We didn't know they'd been working with the fucking ones of the brush. I mean, we'd heard of them, but we'd never seen one before, and we didn't exactly look before we started shooting. So we found five dead men and one of… those things. We didn't know what to make of it. SHELBY: Did the North Siders back down? DERRINGER: Oh, yeah. Like I said, it's business to them. It's how the game is played. For the creatures from a mythical-fucking-fantasy-land where honor is supreme? It was the start of a blood feud. They don't understand how we do business, and we sure as hell didn't understand how they did war. Wasn't long before we found the first body on our doorstep. SHELBY: You're no strangers to revenge killings, though. What was different about this one? DERRINGER: We didn't know who it was. SHELBY: A stranger? DERRINGER: No, one of our boys. Just none of us could say who. [Pause.] DERRINGER: They took his fucking name. All you have in this business is your life, your gun, and your name. They took his name, and then took his life with his own gun. After that, what do you have? SHELBY: Nothing. DERRINGER: That's right, nothing at all. There were two more bodies like that before Chappell called a meeting with the other lieutenants. SHELBY: Who else was there? DERRINGER: Me, Wheels, Sawteeth, Fitz. His oldest men. We'd all been working with him since we were kids, and we were fucking terrified of him. SHELBY: I thought you respected him. DERRINGER: I did. I do. But that doesn't stop me from fearing him. If you can sit down next to a man who can destroy you, utterly, from the inside-out like Richard Davis Chappell can without pissing yourself at least a little bit, you're either the bravest man alive or the craziest. SHELBY: The meeting, Charles. DERRINGER: Right. Well, it was clear what needed to be done. We needed to solve the Gaelic problem, once and for all «END EXCERPT» The corpses were discovered in various locations around Chicago, particularly concentrated into the North Side of the city near the waterfront. The full list of discovery locations is available here, but in general most were locations that were hidden enough not to alarm civilians or attract police attention, but would invariably be discovered by the destitute poor and the local criminal element. Three were found impaled through flagpoles, and one was crucified. Several were found in meat freezers and iceboxes in butchers' shops associated with the North Side Gang. Upon autopsy, it has been determined most died from internal injuries sustained as a result of their placements; that they had been left to die on display. This method of execution is consistent with several past instances of the Chicago Spirit using corpse placement to send a message to their enemies. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: Mother Alessia Ricci, Aradian Witch residing in Chicago. «BEGIN EXCERPT» Alessia Ricci RICCI: This is neutral ground. I do not ascribe myself to the squabbles of any of the street criminals. SHELBY: But you do take jobs from them. RICCI: [Pause] Yes. Hexes, rituals, charms. SHELBY: They say you can steal souls. Sell them to the devil. RICCI: You mustn't believe in rumours, Jailor. SHELBY: Wha- RICCI: I am a witch. What were you expecting? SHELBY: … Fair enough. I thought witches operated in covens. RICCI: That's a tradition of the mother country. But as you very well know, things are different in America. Whores walk in the streets, children work in the factories, and witches do not have covens. SHELBY: Okay. Well, I wanted to ask you about a series of rituals you performed many years ago. In the service of Mr. Chappell of the Chicago Spirit. [RICCI utters a quick chant] RICCI: Now that is a devil I have had dealings with. SHELBY: What did he do? RICCI: I do not know, I do not read people's sins. But I can see souls, and his is twisted, gnarled black - like the root of a rotting tree. All contained in a well-dressed, tall and shaven package. The dissonance is frightening when you realize there is truly nothing behind those black eyes. SHELBY: He hired you that winter for what, exactly? RICCI: Lifting the magic of the Faefolk. SHELBY: Wait, you can- RICCI: Yes, I can speak their name. If I were not capable of lifting the charm for myself, I could not do it for others. But, Mother Aradia, did it take some doing. SHELBY: I'm not too familiar with the mechanics of magic, so if you'll spare me the details… RICCI: Of course. The long and short of it is that I worked for weeks to find a countercharm for the name-magick that runs through the blood of every single Fae. Something that would allow them to be identified; targeted. SHELBY: It appears you did. RICCI: Yes, in an old Tuscan grimoire from the 15th century. Written by a monk who had travelled to Ireland, then to a floating island that only appears once every decade. SHELBY: Hy-Brasil. RICCI: Indeed. He discovered ancient - predating Man, Faefolk, even the Children - secrets on how to defend against the Fae and returned from his journey with his name intact. SHELBY: So how did you apply it, exactly? RICCI: I had spent weeks building materials for a strong enough ritual to cast over the main area of downtown, but things changed at the last minute. SHELBY: How? RICCI: One of Signore Chappell's caporegimes burst through the door, whispering something into his ear. His face was utterly impassive. And then he walked over to me and told me that the plan had changed. By chance, they had all collected themselves into one building. I needed only cast the ritual over that building to strip them of their abilities, their powers - their identities. «END EXCERPT» The two human corpses suffer from the same nomenclature anomaly as the rest of the corpses, but are entirely human. Both are white and in their late 70s, one male and one female. Unlike the others, they were not displayed after execution; their bodies were simply sent to the morgue after reports of machine gun fire at a tenement apartment in northern Chicago prompted a police response, discovering the pair shot dead in a ruined apartment riddled with bullet holes. INTERVIEWER: Agent Solomon Shelby SUBJECT: SCP-046-ARC: Richard Davis Chappell, founder and former boss of the Chicago Spirit. «BEGIN EXCERPT» SHELBY: So I've gotten the rest of the story from the others, Mr. Chappell, but there's one thing nagging at me. CHAPPELL: Do tell. SHELBY: Why would the enchanted ones of the woods suddenly collect themselves in one spot, ripe for the taking? CHAPPELL: Well, Charlie told you, didn't he? SHELBY: How did you- CHAPPELL: I might not be able to take action, Agent Shelby, but I still know when I'm being discussed. Anyway, it was because it was tactically advantageous for them. Or so they thought. Morons. SHELBY: How would taking a random elderly couple hostage be advantageous? CHAPPELL: If they weren't random. SHELBY: Who, then? Someone you knew? CHAPPELL: Those ones from Emerald Isle, you know. Fenian fucks. Care an awful lot about honor and family and clan. Well, they banked on that. They thought that if they couldn't get to me, they'd get to the next best thing. SHELBY: What are you saying, Mr. Chappell? CHAPPELL: I'm saying that even though they were stripped of their personhood just like the Fae, I can still tell you the names of the humans. SHELB█: Who? CHAPPELL: Arthur and Elizabeth Chappell. [Silence.] S█EL█Y: Are you- CHAPPELL: Yes, Agent Shelby. Deadly. They tried to use my old man and woman. They didn't know who they were dealing with. Richard Chappell has no fucking weaknesses. ██E██Y: You're a monster. CHAPPELL: No, Seras Makkalay Barrom, I'm much worse than that. I'm a human, you fucking fairy scum. [Screaming] ██████: How… how did you…? CHAPPELL: Was that your big fucking plan? Steal some agent's name, take on his appearance, figure out what happened to all your fucking paddy kin? Take your revenge on me, unarmed in jail? ██████: I… CHAPPELL: Stupid fucking animal. I take your name, Seras Makkalay Barrom, and I damn you to hell. [Screaming stops.] [Silence] CHAPPELL: Don't ever fuck with Richard Chappell. «END LOG» Footnotes 1. The largest Irish-American criminal organization in the country. More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-5377 (+182) • SCP-5982 (+104) • SCP-5690 (+344) • SCP-6819 (+478) • SCP-638 (+261) • SCP-4661 (+613) • SCP-7819 (+627) • SCP-7976 (+365) • EXTDOC-5495 (+264) • SCP-4161 (+202) • SCP-4355 (+240) • SCP-4249 (+213) • SCP-4852 (+320) • SCP-3746 (+121) • SCP-5227 (+283) • Tales/GoI Formats Do you like Huey Lewis and the News? 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Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item №: SCP-6381 Special Containment Procedures: The propagation of SCP-6381 is spurred on by the increasing Red Group Population. In order to prevent this, remaining Blue Group operatives should attempt to apply logic to the actions of Red Group members, initiating conversion. Description: From an external, human-centred perception, SCP-6381 is a logical irregularity. Internally, SCP-6381 presents itself as an understanding of otherwise illogical phenomena. SCP-6381 is a nerve cluster located throughout the small intestine, in which an individual can be metaphysically inside or outside of. By metaphysically locating oneself inside SCP-6381, they may express pro-apocalyptic ideation along with illogical behaviour that they perceive as highly logical. Don't be fooled. Those who are inside SCP-6381 are classed as the Red Group and those who are outside SCP-6381 are classed as the Blue Group. Blue Data logs: Subject Action Dr. Tia Wandered into the staff break room and got a coffee from the coffee machine. He then sat down at the table and drank it for 4 minutes. Dr. Tia Spent 2 hours sitting at their desk, searching the internet for Gibbon videos. Dr. Tia was subsequently reprimanded. D-225 Sat in their cell for 36 hours before they were brought out to perform a test. D-225 Incinerated after death. Soda can Emptied and thrown away to be recycled. Empty coffee cup Emptied and thrown away to be recycled. Recycling centre Used to sort out incoming rubbish to their respective categories. Ballpoint pen Was thrown away once the ink had run out. Paperwork Shredded once it was deemed unimportant. Lab coat Put on during research sessions and then taken off and hung up once the session had concluded. Contamination Dealt with by D-class personnel. Area-140 Personnel not present at the location as it would constitute a breach of containment. Breakroom sofa Dirty and old from years of wear and tear. Standard Humanoid Containment Cell Contains humanoid SCPs. Ventilation system Allows personnel to breathe properly. Cleaning agent Used by personnel to remove contaminating chemicals. Glass of water Has been sitting on a desk for a couple weeks now, collecting dust. Water Old and dirty. Cadaver For now it's fine, but it will begin to putrefy. D-class personnel are required to remove the body to prevent contamination. List Items on the list should be designated either blue or red depending on the subject. This task has already been fulfilled. Red Data logs: Subject Action The colour red Scary but comforting, as all the pieces come together. The colour black Does it howl? Fairness To play fair, one must be higher on the food chain. Cadaver Allowed to rot because it doesn't move nor speak. Small Spaces Crawled through as the other side is much better than the dark. D-225 Kidnapped before incineration, because cadavers must be left to rot. Dr. Tia's Lunch Destroyed so D-225 can consume it in the afterlife. Necromancy Used to fulfil the goal. The colour scarlet Symbolic of difference. A God-shaped hole Thrown into to return to us. D-225's decaying organs Replaced. D-225's desiccated skin Replaced. D-225's congealed blood Replaced. D-225's dead tissues and cells Replaced. D-225 Replaced. Relived. Revived. The number 5 A good tool. The goal To prevent the end of the world. D-225's Importance He's inside and outside. Humanity Success. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6381" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6381. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-6382: "The Fire Breaks" The end of an era. More by this author! NOTICE FROM THE EMERGENT THREAT TACTICAL RESPONSE AUTHORITY Material appended to this file describes an emergent situation related to the following database entries: SCP-5382, SCP-5054-EX, SCP-001. Personnel are encouraged to familiarize themselves with any combination of said entries, for background and context, before proceeding. — Dr. Daniel ███████, Director, ETTRA Item#: SCP-6382 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: florgalana Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6382/PoI-382. Special Containment Procedures: No attempt will be made to contain SCP-6382..Flor Galana-class objects are ethically or logistically difficult to contain, yet aid with the containment of other anomalies (and/or themselves). He has been granted Provisional Security Clearance Level 3 and free access to Research and Containment Site-43, and is to be considered expert-at-large for all anomalies associated with GoI-5054 (the giftschreiber). Description: SCP-6382 is the former PoI-382, thaumaturge and linguamancer Thilo Zwist. Born in Austria in the year 1622, he was apprenticed into a protomemeticist society known as the schriftsteller at an early age and taught to employ words and symbols to produce a wide variety of anomalous effects, the earliest known origin of memetics. The schriftsteller were massaced by Bavarian general Franz Freiherr von Mercy at the Battle of Herbsthausen in 1645; Zwist alone escaped. In addition to his suite of practical memetic abilities, he is also capable of making thaumaturgic interventions and alterations in the noosphere during moments of intense emotional trauma or investment. For example, after witnessing the destruction of his order he inadvertently embedded a potentially terminal and viral semantic effect in all Germanic languages which remains active to the present day, against his expressed desires. His long-term efforts to redress this wrong led to Foundation researcher V.L. Scout discovering his activities and seeking him out, leading over time to a tentative alliance. Addendum 6382-1, Operation FIREBREAK: A digest of materials relating to Operation FIREBREAK has been appended to this file by order of the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA). This material is protected by a Yeats-Lillihammer Memetic Discouragement Agent. Further countermemetic inoculation is recommended where indicated. » ADMINISTER MEMETIC DISCOURAGEMENT AGENT « MEMETIC DISCOURAGEMENT AGENT ADMINISTERED CORRUPTED SOIL A HARVEST YIELDS WHERE THE TYRANT TENDS HIS FIELDS Operation FIREBREAK Overview Thilo Zwist (PoI-382) has been nominally allied with Veil-maintaining organizations since the late 1960s, aiding in the construction of a memetic glamour for the SCP Foundation's front companies and alleviating a disastrous intervention in the 1979 Canadian federal election by GoI-5054, the giftschreiber ('poison writers'). Zwist describes the giftschreiber as a cult of chaos dedicated to collapsing all pillars of global order, consisting of apostates from his own extinct secret society, the schriftsteller ('writers'). Attacks against Foundation facilities by GoI-5054 and related entities have increased markedly since January of 2021, beginning with a direct assault on Site-64 which left seventeen agents and twelve researchers dead. With authorization from the O5 Council, Director A.J. McInnis proposed an official détente with Zwist to discuss the growing threat. Zwist accepted, and met with McInnis and two members of his senior staff on 3 February 2021. Interview Log Date: 3 February 2021 Present: Dr. H.R. Blank (Archives and Revision, Site-43); Dr. L.S. Lillihammer (Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43); Dr. A.J. McInnis (Director, Site-43); Thilo Zwist (PoI-382) PoI-382 meeting place. Zwist is seated on a park bench facing a deactivated fountain. Dir. McInnis, Dr. Blank and Dr. Lillihammer approach, and join him. Zwist: Madam. Dr. Blank. Director McInnis. You're keeping well, I trust? Dr. Blank: No. Nearly drowned a month ago. Dr. Blank points at Director McInnis. Dr. Blank: And he nearly got stabbed to death. Dr. Blank points at Dr. Lillihammer. Dr. Blank: And she nearly got blown up. That's three of the dozen cases where the giftschreiber have sicced other Groups of Interest on us this year. Dr. Lillihammer: I'm Lillian, by the way. I apparently neither need nor merit an introduction. Zwist: Legitimately charmed. Dir. McInnis: They've infiltrated us at every level. Multiple high-clearance personnel — including my own Security Chief, a man I knew for more than a decade — have been feeding them information, helping them commit sabotage, and worse. Dr. Lillihammer: They're obviously gearing up for something. Zwist nods. Zwist: They believe this to be the end of an era. Your era, specifically. The era of order. Dr. Blank: Eras don't work that way. Zwist: I won't debate you, because this isn't my philosophy to defend. Suffice to say they believe it. Dir. McInnis: They're planning on permanently overturning… what? Normalcy control? Individual governments? Governmental systems? Zwist leans back on the bench and closes his eyes. Zwist: They aren't planning on permanently doing anything. They do not believe in permanence; nor, for that matter, do I. They merely wish to set the wheel to turning again. Order to chaos, for a time, and then chaos back to order when the time comes 'round again. They worship the cycle, not merely their arc within it. Dr. Lillihammer: So they're trying to spark a flashpoint. Deal a setback to 'order', whatever the hell that means, and send the world into freefall. Zwist: Yes. Dir. McInnis: And what might that look like? How will we know when it starts? Zwist opens his eyes. Zwist: It already has. I have spent almost my entire life in opposition to the giftschreiber, and they have recognized me as their greatest threat. I have aligned myself with you, in several of my many moments of weakness, and you have therefore become the subject of their attentions. Dr. Lillihammer: It's all about you, huh? Zwist: Well. You have also made yourselves synonymous with the concept of order, of course, and words have power. To attack you is to attack the concept of stability writ large. Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Their precise target is not the issue. What matters is that they have become so bold, so overt. It means that the hour is at hand, and I must tell you: the hour has never once passed without the change taking place. Your defence may be doomed to failure. Dr. Blank: Only 'may'? Zwist smiles. Zwist: The giftschreiber have taken many forms throughout the centuries. They have worn many disguises. As did the schriftsteller, until that calamity at Herbsthausen. The smile briefly falters. Zwist: When my order fell, I wondered if it would take… well, order, down with it. If the wheel would turn again when the time came. And to my surprise, it did… so I will not say that there is no hope, because I cannot claim to fully understand the way this works. We may be able to mitigate the damage. Dir. McInnis: 'We'? Zwist considers Dr. Lillihammer. Zwist: You are a memeticist. I have heard your name. Dr. Lillihammer: Flattered. Zwist: You have been a beneficiary of my work, stolen and repurposed by the Foundation. Your organization has been a clearing house for the last legacy of the schriftsteller. I am already involved in your struggle by proxy. Zwist sighs. Zwist: It's time I took a more active interest. Zwist willingly subjected himself to SCP classification at Site-43 in return for security credentials and an advisory role in the production of futureproofing plans. The newly-christened SCP-6382 consulted with Drs. Blank and Lillihammer, and several other interested parties, on the following project outline submitted for approval by the O5 Council on 03/01/2021. Operation FIREBREAK Situational Summary and Action Items Preamble: WHEREAS an organized offensive against the SCP Foundation by GoI-5054, the giftschreiber, may be imminent; and WHEREAS intelligence gleaned from SCP-6382, Thilo Zwist, indicates that this offensive will be worldwide in nature; and WHEREAS recent attacks on Site-43, Site-54 and Site-64 are believed likely to prove predictive; and WHEREAS each new attack will likely possess one or more of the following features: aggressive use of memetic imagery aggressive use of memetic audio aggressive use of memetic text internal sabotage traditional combat containment breach theft of SCP objects THEREFORE tailored and detailed plans of action must be immediately implemented for defending each SCP Foundation facility, whether covert or semi-covert. Proposal: SCP-6382 will assist the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority in the development of said plans, the preparation of memetic countermeasures, and further research into the nature of GoI-5054 and their activities with the assistance of the GoI Research Group operating out of Site-55. SCP-6382 believes we are at a transition point in human history. The SCP Foundation must make this transition intact, for the sake of humankind writ large. — The Undersigned Dr. H.R. Blank, Archives and Revision, Site-43 Dr. J. Everwood, GoI Specialist, Site-55 Dr. Dan ███████, Director, ETTRA Dr. L.S. Lillihammer, Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43 Dr. A.J. McInnis, Director, Site-43 Thilo Zwist The operation was immediately approved. Zwist and Lillihammer began a targeted tour of Foundation facilities to develop preliminary defence mechanisms, with a particular focus on memetic knowledge possessed by Zwist but not yet understood by Foundation science. Many such countermeasures were already in place when the next attack occurred. On 04/14/2021, the Japanese Branch detained a suspicious individual loitering near the classified location of Site-8141. Zwist had previously identified this facility as a high probability target due to its large population of humanoid anomalies. The suspected insurgent was interrogated in a secure outbuilding, with the interviewing agent making intake notes on a wired-in laptop computer. Interview Log Investigating Officer: Agent Maekawa Yuko Notes: Translated from Japanese. Agent Maekawa and the suspected insurgent are separated by a clear plastic barrier. She is taking notes on a wired terminal. Maekawa: <Name?> Insurgent: <Brad Smelt.> "Brad Smelt." Maekawa: <Brad S—> Maekawa bursts into laughter. Maekawa: <Brad Smelt. Oka—> Maekawa bursts into laughter. Maekawa: <OKAY. Brad Sme—> Maekawa bursts into laughter. She types the name into the secure database without attempting to repeat it a fourth time. Maekawa: <There we go.> Maekawa snickers. Maekawa: <Wow, that's good. Brad… Smelt.> Smelt: <Dealt it.> Maekawa: <What?> Smelt: <Smelt, it dealt it.> Silence on recording. Maekawa closes her laptop, removes the SCiPnet connection wire, and activates her lapel radio. Maekawa: <Infohazard breach. Potential infohazard breach—!> Maekawa begins laughing again, and is unable to stop. Operation FIREBREAK Incident Analysis: 6382-8141 Nomenclative hazards in the form of seemingly innocuous Persons of Interest (SCP-5524) had already been encountered by Dr. Lillihammer before the détente with Zwist, and were therefore an early topic of research within the remit of Operation FIREBREAK..The Yeats-Lillihammer Memetic Discouragement Agent which gatekeeps this file also provides inoculation against all known associated nomenclative hazards. After three days of extensive consultation with the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division at Site-15, she and Zwist produced an algorithm for detecting and isolating said hazards; all Sites utilizing electronic intake forms had therefore already been fitted with advanced automatic filters before this interview took place. The name was not entered into the Site-8141 registry as the insurgent had intended, and no further disruption occurred. "Brad Smelt" was transported to Site-8114 for permanent detainment, under suspicion that his containment at Site-8141 may have been a secondary goal of this attack. 'Brad Smelt' should not have parsed as a humorous name in Japanese. Whilst awaiting the next attack, Zwist and Dr. Lillihammer travelled to Site-55 for debriefing by Dr. J. Everwood. The GoI Research Group had been attempting to uncover the origins of the heretofore unattested organization which had attacked Site-54 in January, and had made a breakthrough. Briefing Log Date: 19 April 2021 Present: Junior Researcher R. Alces, Dr. J. Everwood (GoI Research Group, Site-55), Dr. L.S. Lillihammer (Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43), Thilo Zwist Dr. Everwood and their assistant Rex Alces are seated on one side of a large conference table. Dr. Lillihammer and Zwist are seated opposite them. Dr. Everwood: Rex, the background please. Junior Researcher Alces: We've been working on a theory that whoever attacked Site-54 might represent a whole new Group of Interest. The M.O. was all wrong — it seemed like they were testing our catastrophe avoidance protocols, rather than wanting us to take one on the chin. That's not how the giftschreiber roll, according to what we know. From you, presumably. Alces gestures at Zwist. Zwist nods. Junior Researcher Alces: This symbol is associated with the Site-54 attackers. He places a colour printout in the centre of the table. Unknown symbol. Dr. Everwood: We've been liaising with AIAD; they're experimenting with abstraction matrices in their newer .aics, trying to teach them to relate and correlate like humans do, and this struck everyone as an excellent training exercise. They analyzed the pattern and compared it to iconography across the entire known SCP database, as well as every known set of simple and complex symbols in human language, and… Dr. Everwood taps the paper with their hand. Dr. Everwood: They're pretty sure it's a rose. Zwist closes his eyes. Dr. Lillihammer frowns. Dr. Lillihammer: Of course it is. The whorls. Roses are almost like natural fractals… Dr. Lillihammer makes a cupping gesture with both hands, futilely attempting to demonstrate. Dr. Lillihammer: Like that. Concentric. Okay. Did you then— Dr. Everwood: —search the database for more roses? You bet. You had an object at Site-43 that came with a mysterious note marked with what looks much more like a standard rose. Do you remember? They slide another piece of paper across the table. Dr. Lillihammer glances at it. Unknown symbol. Dr. Lillihammer: I have an eidetic memory. Junior Researcher Alces: Bully for you. Dr. Lillihammer: It was the teleportation statuette. SCP-5416. Caused us several tons of trouble. It was inscribed— Zwist: "Everything in its place." The researchers all turn to face Zwist. His eyes are still closed. Zwist: Isn't that right? Dr. Lillihammer: Spill. Zwist sighs. Zwist: The Rosicrucian Order. Dedicated to uncovering the hidden secrets of human existence, and then covering them up again so only they could know. Zwist opens his eyes, and looks at the two logos. Zwist: You see the cross? In the centre of each? Everwood and Lillihammer nod. Zwist: The Rosicrucians are an outgrowth of the giftschreiber. I've never been able to understand their motives, but they've been dogging my footsteps since I walked away alone from Herbsthausen. Alces frowns. Junior Researcher Alces: You're sure they're giftschreiber? Because the attack on 54 wasn't at all like the attack on 43. Dr. Everwood: We rather thought these were two unaffiliated entities. Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Their words are poison, Dr. Everwood. That's all it takes to make you a giftschreiber. Methods may vary, but the results do not. Trust me, I know. The next attack, on 05/03/2021, again fit the profile of existing giftschreiber methodology. It took place during the daily quality control tests at the Factory-45 Amnestics Chemical Workshop in Russia. Transcripts of the affected activities are appended below. Test: Daily Mandated Class-A Amnestics Quality Control Test Present: Researcher A. Bogomolov, Technician V. Zima Dr. Bogomolov: <Batch number A22-01-14. Random sample, item 22-01-14-12.> Technician V. Zima. Zima: <Item 12.> Dr. Bogomolov: <Commence testing.> The approved testing protocol for a Class-A amnestic is to don a Class-I BNC rebreather and empty the cylinder into a freezing point depression osmometer. Zima instead empties the cylinder into her own face. Dr. Bogomolov: <Results?> Zima: <What?> Dr. Bogomolov: <Results?> Zima: <…what?> Test: Daily Mandated Class-B Amnestics Quality Control Test Present: Researcher T. Utkin, Technician V. Popov Dr. Utkin: <Class-B, batch number B22-01-14. Random sample, item 22-01-14-91.> Technician V. Popov. Popov: <Item 91.> Dr. Utkin: <Commence testing.> The approved testing protocol for a Class-B amnestic in tablet form is to dissolve it in saline solution and then test the solution for Y-909 content. Popov instead places the tablet under his tongue, and closes his mouth. Dr. Utkin: <Results?> Popov: <Blech. Tastes terrible.> Dr. Utkin: <But does it work?> Popov appears to be confused. Popov: <Does what work?> Test: Daily Mandated Class-C Amnestics Quality Control Test Present: Researcher A. Sobol, Technician P. Orlov Dr. Sobol: <Class-C, batch number C22-01-14. Random sample, item 22-01-14-18.> Technician P. Orlov. Orlov: <Item 18.> Dr. Sobol: <Commence testing.> The approved testing protocol for a Class-C amnestic is to don a Class VI BNC Suit and inject the syringe's contents into a sample sponge, then examine the sponge with an energy-dispersive x-ray spectrograph. Orlov instead injects the syringe's contents into his left bicep. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov grabs his arm and begins to scream. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov's arm is turning blue. He is already hoarse from screaming. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov stops screaming as the blue discoloration reaches his mouth, and it swells shut. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Orlov's eyeballs both burst, and he falls out of camera view behind the lab counter. Dr. Sobol: <Results?> Examination of the video feed determined that Orlov injected the amnestic into his muscle mass rather than the bloodstream as mandated by the Amnestic Use Guide. Operation FIREBREAK Incident Analysis: 6382-F45 The memetic disruption experienced at Factory-45 affected all production simultaneously, resulting in seven fatalities: two metalworkers, one electronics expert, three textile workers and one amnestics testing technician. Factory-45 was shut down, and all personnel detained until the source of their aberrant behaviour could be determined. Analysis of the facility's computer systems by Dr. L. Lillihammer determined that all information transmitted via the SCPS transfer protocol now induced rapid mental deterioration and confusion when consumed, while the older, unsecured SCP protocol remained safe..The SCPS transfer protocol is the SCiPnet equivalent of the secured hypertext transfer protocol (https). The protocol was retired Foundation-wide, and Dr. Lillihammer quickly prepared a new protocol — SSCP — to secure all vital data and systems. It remains unknown how the giftschreiber were able to tamper with the conceptual framework of an electronic transfer protocol. Leaving Dr. Lillihammer to continue managing the practical matters of Operation FIREBREAK, Zwist and Dr. Blank travelled to the Österreichisches Staatsarchiv (Austrian State Archives). Their goal was to correlate giftschreiber activity after the Battle of Herbsthausen with the actions of the Rosicrucian Brotherhood; Zwist had attempted this research before, but was both unable to secure the needed permissions and unwilling to risk attracting the attention of his enemies. Foundation personnel occupied the archives, and both men quickly set to work. Dr. Blank made repeated inquiries of Zwist during this period, and a transcript of one such interrogation is excerpted below. Audio Log: Dr. H.R. Blank and Thilo Zwist Date: 21 May 2021 Österreichisches Staatsarchiv. Zwist and Blank are seated at a card table in an archival storage room. They are sorting through numerous boxes and files. Dr. Blank: What did the schriftsteller want, Thilo? Zwist: Hmm? Say, did we already put in a request for the Weimar fonds? I forg— Dr. Blank: Don't 'hmm' me. Answer the question. Zwist huffs. Zwist: The schriftsteller are a dead end. We should concern ourselves with the living. Dr. Blank: You say the giftschreiber were apostate schriftsteller. It's not an end, it's a beginning. Zwist sighs in frustration. Zwist: Fine. I was merely an apprentice, I was not fully immersed in the mysteries, but… our guild was a very structured one. We were many, in a rigid hierarchy, with a single and solitary goal. Dr. Blank: Control. Zwist: Stability. Control is what you seek. We merely sought to do what I have been calling the good work: tamping the flames down, keeping the floods at bay. Dr. Blank: Making the trains— Zwist: That joke is beneath you. I don't know what you're grasping at, but know this: my people were not tyrants. They may not have been great democrats, but they had noble goals and pursued them nobly. That, more than anything, is what created and defined the giftschreiber in opposition; we had power, and we wanted to use it responsibly. Many seek power. Few seek responsibilities. Dr. Blank: What did the responsible exercise of power look like? Zwist: Again, I caught only glimpses. I know we had our feelers in all the halls of privilege. I know we set agendas in legislative councils, dictated terms to kings and queens, even started and stopped wars. The extent of our reach, I couldn't even begin to guess at. And that, of course, is what destroyed us. Dr. Blank: Like the Knights Templar. Someone got jealous of what you had. Zwist: And they gathered us all together, in one place, and asked us to betray our oaths and principles. They asked us to use our miracles to melt flesh and break bone. We would not… so they burned and broke us instead. All but me. Silence on recording. Dr. Blank: What kind of people were they? Your friends? Zwist: I… can barely remember, I'm afraid. They're no more real to me now than they would be to you, were I to describe them. The passage of years is an evil, to leave me with so little… I can tell you that they were human beings, that they lived and died like anyone else. But beyond that… Dr. Blank: They meant a great deal to you once. Zwist: Yes, to my sorrow, and the sorrow of many thereafter. Today I can only remember their tent ablaze, the soldiers laughing, bayonets glinting in the moon and firelight, the screams. That moment never fades. I was young, and I lost everything, and I lashed out and struck the firmament — and the firmament moved. Now I am old, so very old, and I no longer remember the faces of the men and women for whom I enacted such terrible vengeance. For whom I became… Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Whatever it is that I am now. Dr. Blank: I think you're being dramatic. I'm sure there's something practical you could tell me. Zwist: I still fail to see practicality in this line of questioning, but I suppose you are the historian. Very well, I will oblige you. Hmm. Silence on recording. Zwist: I remember my apprenticeship with great fondness. My master, Keil, treated me well and brought me slowly, patiently into the mysteries of the Writing. Little exercises at first, phrases and limericks. Dr. Blank: Let's hear one. Zwist: They're all in German, and medieval German at that. They don't rhyme in English, but they'd still make you laugh, and the cognitive dissonance would put you out like a light in an instant. At any rate, I was no lyricist. I've always been more of a prose man, which made my apprenticeship somewhat awkward. Dr. Blank: Why? Zwist: Because the front for our guild was a sign-making concern. An advertising firm, if you like, well before such things really existed. Keil wanted me carving lintel inscriptions to make all who passed beneath them into eager customers, he wanted me painting tomatoes to make your mouth water uncontrollably and women to make… well. Dr. Blank: Yeah? Go on. Zwist: At your age, Dr. Blank. You ought to be ashamed. Dr. Blank: And yet. Zwist: And yet. Dr. Blank: These seem very mercenary pursuits. Did they never have you doing more… I dunno, humanitarian stuff? Zwist: I was the last of the new blood, Harry. I didn't have the chance to earn my place on the world peace dossier. Dr. Blank: Still, though. Capitalist mind control seems like an odd side hustle for the meme police. Zwist: We were never police. We sought to enlighten people, open their minds to the possibilities… Dr. Blank: …of tomatoes. Zwist: Among other things. Nothing wrong with a good tomato. Dr. Blank: What might they have had you doing, if you'd ever completed your crash course? Any theories? Zwist: I've spent lifetimes wondering just that. How might they have set me against the giftschreiber? What part could I have played in the great struggle? There was a time when I believed I could still answer those questions. It seemed absurd to think that von Mercy could have slain every last living Writer. I sought survivors, I sought our mythic guildhall — just as you and I are doing now, in the pages of the past. But I found nothing. It was all ashes, and I truly was alone. Österreichisches Staatsarchiv. Zwist sighs. Zwist: Whatever their plan was, however they would have dealt with this calamity… It simply doesn't matter. It's beyond our reach now. You and I and the others, we're dealing with this on our own terms. I only wish Keil had taught me more than sign-making… self-education is a necessarily slow and limited affair. Dr. Blank: Not nearly as rewarding as the education of others, right? Silence on recording. Dr. Blank: You talk about the schriftsteller like they were a one-time thing, but that's not true, is it? You've taken on apprentices a few times over the years. Zwist: Only because the years are long and lonely, and every man is weak and stupid sometimes. Do you know what it's like to live forever? I mean, can you guess? Dr. Blank: I've always imagined it's like staying up all night. The misery of being exhausted, and the nagging need to stay awake. Zwist: It is precisely like that. I have been cold and weary, I have had my vulnerable moments, and I have sought comfort in the company and competence of others. I have allowed them to shoulder some small proportion of my load, and I have almost always come to regret it. Dr. Blank: Do any of them still exist? Are they alive, I mean? Zwist: They may be. I won't say. Dr. Blank: Why not? Zwist: Because you'll seek them out, and I don't want you to. It was a mistake to pass this burden on to others. It's mine alone to bear. Dr. Blank: Why? Zwist: Because I was there at the beginning. Because I was a part of it. Dr. Blank: That's no reason. Zwist: Because I'm the only one equipped for it. Dr. Blank: We've just established that you could correct that particular problem. I know for a fact that Lillian— Zwist stands up. Zwist: The Weimar fonds aren't here yet. I shall ask at the front desk. _ » ADMINISTER COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT «COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT ADMINISTERED IN RIGHTEOUS LACK OF COMMON SENSE THEY BREAK LIKE WATER ON THE FENCE The most disruptive attack on record was carried out on 29 May 2021, at Site-CN-02 in China. Incident Log: 6382-SCN-02 All audio devices in the Site begin broadcasting music. The music is harsh, underlaid with sirens and a heavy bassline. Researchers throughout the Site stop their work and listen to the audio. Security officers abandon their posts and begin wandering aimlessly. Administrative personnel exhibit signs of distress; one diplomatic affairs officer abruptly interrupts an interview to shove her papers across the desk, into the lap of her subject. Vocals begin..The associated memetic effect has made determining the singer's identity impossible. You motherfuckers roll up in your armoured vans With your infinite contingencies and backup plans All you twenty dollar rent-a-cops in Kevlar vests But my red right righteous hand about to SWAT you pests Security officers throughout the Site immediately exhibit significant demoralization. Several remove their insignia, or disrobe entirely. Multiple researchers and technicians engage in verbal confrontations with security personnel, and the latter retreat in disarray. Site Director L. Griffin exits her office, locates the nearest security officer, and punches him squarely in the jaw. The officer falls to the floor, and begins to weep. You ain't shit, blackshirt You just a number in a ledger, you be leavin' on a stretcher 'cuz you dead, blackshirt And they don't cry for screws, ain't that the truth You ain't shit, blackshirt Callin' momma for instructions on the eve of your destruction Incident 6382-02-CN. Ethics Supervisor E. Guo transmits a Site-wide order demanding the immediate release of Site-CN-02's inventory of anomalous objects, either to freedom (where the objects are organisms) or to the custody of their original owners (where the objects are inanimate). Security personnel begin attempting to carry out these orders, though they are interrupted by administrative staff who have begun filling the hallways and accosting all uniformed individuals they encounter. Director Griffin is now kicking the security officer, who is bleeding profusely. Little tin man You got nothing but a hard-on for Himmler and an empty breast Suck it in, man Girdle up your gut in them Armani threads Don't let 'em see how soft you got behind that one-way glass 'cuz when they smell that yellow streak they gonna have your ass Director Griffin ceases her attack and begins expressing extreme paranoia, pressing her back against the corridor wall and looking from side to side in obvious panic. Dr. Guo hides beneath her desk. Administrative personnel brawling in the hallways abruptly flee for their offices. You ain't shit, blackshirt Them Guccis ain't for runnin', and you know the end is comin' Better hide, blackshirt Or you'll drown in the flood of your own blue blood You ain't shit, blackshirt Shriekin' orders down the phone until your ass is overthrown Research staff are now accosting both security and administrative personnel, who are too preoccupied with their retreat to fight back. Medical personnel attempt to address casualties, but are trampled in the crush of rushing bodies. You little toadie Yeah, they can't swing them war crimes without you Misanthropy And a healthy respect for the pencil-necked Keep on checkin' off them boxes 'til we put you in one The reckoning's a-rollin' and it won't miss you, son All Site personnel are now scrambling in random directions throughout the Site as the music enters an instrumental break. Ain't none of you suckers survive this The containment breach alarm activates, but its pitch has been altered such that it interacts with the anomalous audio's backing track, which now resembles calliope music. You ain't shit, blackshirt Your bullshit won't protect you from that thing what's gonna wreck you When it ends, blackshirt 'cuz it's comin' down soon, and you ain't immune Personnel not presently engaged in physical violence are able to perceive the change in the music, and their aggression and fear responses decrease noticeably. Director Griffin kneels to check the vitals of the fallen security officer. Dr. Guo emerges from beneath her desk, tentatively. You ain't shit, blackshirt We gonna empty out them cells and blow your asses all to hell The reduced panic level and concomitant decrease in violent activity enable all remaining personnel to hear the altered audio, which no longer produces any anomalous effect. They gradually recover their senses. Don't bother beggin' for forgiveness, these the wages of your business Get them jackboots off and fly 'cuz it's an eye for every eye We dumpin' four-eyed sons of bitches screamin' blind into the ditches Say your prayers, blackshirt Personnel begin calling for medical, technical, and security assistance as required. Technical staff initiate a shutdown of the local computer systems. The voice recites the final lines. You really mean that shit about dyin' in the dark? Lights out, boys. I'mma count you down. The song ends. A second song begins, and the containment breach tone does not interact with the backing track, but the computer shutdown completes and the audio is cut off. Director Griffin initiates disaster response protocol. Operation FIREBREAK Incident Analysis: 6382-SCN-02 Under Zwist's earlier advisement, each department at each Foundation Site presently employs one fully deaf member of personnel trained to recognize uncharacteristic reactions to audio stimuli on the part of their co-workers. Information Technology technician S. Hsieh was one such designated individual for Site-CN-02, and was able to employ the standard countermeasures for a musical cognitohazard. Per Zwist's instructions: Recontextualization: The power of speech, as the giftschreiber employ it, is in the content of the words. You cannot easily disrupt that. What you can do is subtly alter the meaning by interfering with the surrounding context — the music itself. If there is no music, introduce it; if there is music, alter it. By transforming the cognitohazardous audio into circus music, its dramatic intensity was transmuted to complete absurdity and it ceased to operate with effective force on the minds of Site-CN-02's personnel. IT Supervisor R. Salvaggi was subsequently identified as having introduced the audio, and was remanded to Site-CN-29 for detention. Debriefings confirmed that personnel unable to comprehend the lyrics to the cognitohazardous audio were nevertheless fully susceptible to their embedded memetic effects. As the scale of the conflict was increasing rapidly, Dr. Dan requested Zwist's presence at ETTRA Command with Dr. Lillihammer. Dr. Blank remained in Vienna to continue his research, while Zwist travelled to Area-09 in Nevada to help coordinate responses to each emergency. A partial operational digest follows. Incident Report 6382-SVN-13 Target: Site-VN-13, Vietnam Date: 06/02/2021 Nature of Attack: The sudden and total inability of all branch members to comprehend the speech of others. Countermeasure: All personnel were instructed via text-free infographics to communicate via speech-to-text. Electronic speech proved unaffected; Zwist determined that English language instruction provided by a Foundation specialist had disrupted the language centres of all personnel at Site-VN-13 such that human speech could not be rendered into comprehensible thought. Intensive memetic therapy subsequently restored this capacity, with an 87% success rate. Incident Report 6382-ACS-03 Target: Reliquary Area-03-CS, Czech Republic Date: 06/05/2021 Nature of Attack: Area personnel were converted to the worship of "The Unyielding," an entity attested in the SCP database as SCP-███-█. An occupying force ransacked the Area and removed multiple SCP objects of historical interest. Countermeasure: Mobile Task Forces operating out of Area-14-CS successfully intercepted the insurgents and recovered all artifacts, having been memetically fortified against religious compulsion beforehand under Zwist's instruction. The lead insurgent was exceedingly complimentary of the MTF's rapid deployment and field discipline. Incident Report 6382-SU-IT Target: Site Urano, Italy Date: 06/06/2021 Nature of Attack: Microscopic thaumaturgic alteration of the lens glass in Site Urano's telescopes caused all on-site astronomers to identify prophetic patterns in the stars, and begin proselytizing to the remaining personnel. This proselytization produced a soporific condition in all affected individuals, rapidly shutting down all activities at the Site. Countermeasure: Foundation Mission Control at Area-08 remotely commandeered Site Urano's telescopes to point at the south solar pole. SCP-179, under Zwist's direction, performed a series of hand gestures which neutralized the effects of the infohazardous stellar patterns. Incident Report 6382-FR Target: French Branch (all facilities) Date: 06/08/2021 Nature of Attack: The sudden and total inability of all branch members to comprehend object, risk and disruption classes for all anomalies. Countermeasure: Downgrading the entire SCP database in France to plain text, under Dr. Lillihammer's orders; she had correctly surmised that all French Branch personnel had been compelled to subconsciously reject the Anomaly Classification System, rendering its contents unintelligible. The source of the compulsion remains unknown, and cannot be corrected as of yet. Zwist commended Dr. Lillihammer's swift grasp of the technical situation, and the elegance of her solution. By this point Dr. Blank had exhausted the resources of the Österreichisches Staatsarchiv and moved on to the Niederösterreichisches Landesarchiv (Provincial Archive of Lower Austria), the central repository for documents relating to Zwist's home village of Amstetten. Zwist had previously claimed to have explored the full extent of this archive, but Dr. Blank wished to conduct a brief investigation himself before returning to Canada. In comparing Zwist's notes with the Provincial Archives catalogue, he was able to identify a single file which had apparently escaped the thaumaturge's notice. Archives personnel were unable to confirm the file's existence, and expressed intense confusion when presented with the matching records, so Dr. Blank located it in storage himself. It contained a series of folios written in an impenetrable cipher, and a single street address in the now-town of Amstetten. The address itself did not appear in any national, provincial or municipal records, or on any available satellite imagery, but Dr. Blank was nevertheless able to locate it on the ground. The structure in question was styled as a relatively humble Austrian guildhall from the sixteenth century. With support from MTF DE6-𝔇 ("The Draft"), masquerading as Austrian Federal Police, Dr. Blank entered the guildhall. He would later report that the interior was ornate, with all period fixtures complete and in excellent repair. Dr. Blank disappeared within the guildhall, and MTF DE6-𝔇 subsequently vanished without a trace. All eleven individuals, Dr. Blank included, reappeared at the surface front for Site-DE6 two days later. Dr. Blank had experienced a considerable stretch of lost time, but possessed an audiovisual lapel camera recording of an encounter taking place the day after he vanished which he was able to recall with perfect clarity. Audio Log: Dr. H.R. Blank Date: 10 June 2021. Dr. Blank is sitting on a park bench. A middle-aged man in a red spring jacket, hereafter PoI-6382, approaches the bench and sits down. PoI-6382. Dr. Blank: How did I get here? PoI-6382: I'm no philosopher. Dr. Blank: I was thinking more practically. PoI-6382: Good, we should get along splendidly then. PoI-6382 extends his hand. Dr. Blank glances at it, pauses, then apparently shrugs (judging by the motion of the lapel camera), takes the hand and shakes it. PoI-6382: Kyle Graf. We have a mutual acquaintance in Thilo Zwist. Dr. Blank: Then why are we meeting without him? PoI-6382: Because I don't think he's ready to see me, yet. We parted under awkward circumstances. Dr. Blank: More awkward than kidnapping? PoI-6382: Oh, please. You came to the guildhall. You wanted to talk to someone. Dr. Blank: Why is it that Thilo told me he cleared out the archives of Lower Austria, but I was able to find that file? Why was I able to find that hall? PoI-6382 laughs. PoI-6382: A bad joke on poor Thilo, don't you think? He spends decades looking for something, something he thinks he badly wants to find, and you luck into it without hardly even trying. Dr. Blank: It doesn't feel like luck. PoI-6382: Nor should it. Everything in its place. Silence on recording. PoI-6382: But if you must know, yes, of course, that file was hidden from him. By us. Dr. Blank: And not from me? PoI-6382: Not from anyone with your credentials. You're familiar with Y-317? Dr. Blank: Yes, but why are you? PoI-6382: Every member of personnel reaching Clearance Level 3 is given that injection, I believe. A tiny little mnestic fortifier, hardly enough to overcome one of our glamours — unless we specifically target for it. Dr. Blank: You're saying you wanted to talk to someone from the Foundation. PoI-6382: Yes, but only one who knew where to look. Because you'd only know where to look if you were talking to dear old Thilo, and that could only happen if things had gotten very dire indeed. It was a careful calculation; I live for that sort of thing. Dr. Blank: I'm assuming you're responsible for the direness. I'm assuming you're a giftschreiber. PoI-6382: Assumptions are a bad way to start a new relationship, but I appreciate that you'd confide them in me. Has Thilo offered you that courtesy? Do you know what he thinks of you? Dr. Blank: We've been working very closely with him, as you obviously know. PoI-6382: I am certain it's merely the appearance of closeness. Thilo doesn't let anyone peek beneath his hood. This is all about him, you see. PoI-6382 laughs. PoI-6382: Everything is always about him. Dr. Blank: You seem to think so too. Are you one of his old apprentices? PoI-6382 smiles. PoI-6382: No, though I'll admit I've learned a lot from him over the years. Dr. Blank: So you are a giftschreiber. PoI-6382 shrugs. PoI-6382: I don't find the distinction terribly interesting, to be honest. I think you could stand to hear a perspective that isn't Thilo's; those dichotomies he's had to build up over the centuries, to keep his sense of purpose strong, they're not going to be much use in the days to come. Dr. Blank: If you have a better model, we'd love to hear it. PoI-6382 laughs. PoI-6382: Very subtle choice of words. I take it to mean that I am on the record, so to speak. Dr. Blank: As if you didn't already know that. Dr. Blank and PoI-6382 stare at each other for several seconds. PoI-6382: Here is what I know, Dr. Blank. I know that 'generations' are buzzwords made up to sell amateur sociology books — buzzwords are the discursive equivalent of lettuce, the form of nourishment without the function. You can gorge yourself on them and still starve to death. I know that 'decades' and 'centuries' and even 'millennia' are arbitrary outgrowths of the cult of numerology into our shared social understanding. I know that 'eras' are the province of historians, and history is half-fictive at best. Dr. Blank: Maybe bad history. PoI-6382: It's all bad. I've lived long enough, gathered enough empirical evidence to know that there is only one thing defining the trajectory of our species: the Cycle. The Cycle turns, and we tumble within it. The Cycle never ends… until it does. Dr. Blank: I've already heard this from Zwist. It was vague nonsense then, it's vague nonsense now. PoI-6382: It's vague sense, Dr. Blank, and it's only vague because you insist on seeing it as some kind of metaphor. I am telling you: it isn't. We are living at the tail end of an arc of iron-fisted order, but it's all about to slip through your mailed fingers. That's what your opponents want. Dr. Blank: Is it what you want? PoI-6382: No. This arc was mine, my fraternity's, and I will be loathe to see it go. I would rather the transition were not so abrupt and destructive as it was when last it came 'round, and so I have been testing you. Dr. Blank: What 'fraternity'? PoI-6382: You are fighting a war on two fronts, and you are only winning on one. They are pulling at your ramparts, and we are testing the nails and screws. They are undermining you, and we are forcing you to mind your foundations. We are helping you to see the mistakes you've made, and the mistakes you might make yet, so that when the storm comes you are not completely washed away. Dr. Blank: You didn't answer— PoI-6382: I know how impressionable Thilo can be; I know that better than anyone alive. If we pushed you enough, he would fear to lose your support. He would rush to your side. With his help, you might still survive the change. That's what we want. Your people are but one step removed from mine; you want control, at any cost, and so do we. We are hoping to make a partnership with you, to weather what comes together. Dr. Blank: WHO IS 'WE'?! PoI-6382 points. PoI-6382: Ask him. PoI-6382 is pointing at a figure approaching hesitantly from the edge of the park. It is Thilo Zwist. He appears distraught. Zwist: Keil? PoI-6382: Thilo. Dr. Blank: Wait. Did you say… do you mean… Zwist: I saw you burn. PoI-6382: Did you? Zwist: I saw them set the tent alight. I saw you burn. PoI-6382: You saw a tent burn, Thilo. You saw men die. You of all people know that the devil is in the details. Dr. Blank: Hold on a second here. Zwist: Half a billion people carry the curse I levied on your murderers. I have spent four hundred years— PoI-6382: I believe the word you're looking for is 'wasted', apprentice. Zwist: I am not your apprentice! And you are not Keil. The schriftsteller would not do what you have done. PoI-6382: How would you know? You were never one of us. The mysteries would have broken you. You would have refused the call. Dr. Blank: HOLD ON A SECOND. Silence on recording. Zwist is clenching and unclenching his fists. He is in tears. Dr. Blank: Are you saying we're being attacked by the schriftsteller? Are you saying they still exist?! PoI-6382: Order cannot be overt, Dr. Blank. It must be insidious. Destruction takes place in the light, but construction — well. It is best done in the dark, away from prying eyes and interference, in untrafficked places and without undue input. You understand, of course. It's how you people operate. It's admirable. Zwist: Admirable?! This isn't admirable. There's nothing admirable about fascism! PoI-6382: Again with the distinctions. Zwist: Distinctions! Of course, distinctions! The powers we possess cannot be used indiscriminately. They are too great, too dangerous, too far-reaching and… PoI-6382: Insidious? Precisely. We were meant to poke and prod, Thilo, to move the mountains root by root, to steer the course by one invisible nudge at a time. It's why we can do the things we can do. But I could see the flaw within you, four hundred years ago. I knew then, as I know now, that you would never get with the program. So when we burned our old lives up like so much paper, and became something new, we gave you one final gift. The chance to start anew, to live out your short and simple life, to die before our work was ended. To go for a walk, even if it meant never seeing the destination. Silence on recording. PoI-6382: You're welcome. Zwist reaches into his coat, and PoI-6382 does the same. Dr. Blank stands up. [DATA EXPUNGED] Dr. Blank was unable to account for the remainder of the missed time. The park where the meeting took place could not subsequently be identified; the prevailing theory is that a thaumaturgic exchange occurred between Zwist and PoI-6382, the fallout of which imparted antimemetic qualities to the entire area. Neither individual could be located. With the revelations that the Rosicrucian Order was a false front and that the schriftsteller were still extant as a society, they were classified GoI-6382 and their leader Kyle Graf PoI-6382. Operation FIREBREAK continued with Zwist's prior preparation but without his further input. Dr. Lillihammer became its primary de facto consultant, and undertook analysis following each attack to determine whether GoI-5054 or 6382 was responsible judging by the type and severity of the memetic effects employed. She also took on the task of preparing action items to learn from each incident. Incident Report 6382-S64-K Target: Site-64-K, South Korea Date: 06/12/2021 Belligerents: Giftschreiber (presumed) Nature of Attack: An aerosolized chemical agent carried on the mists surrounding Site 64-K caused staff to perceive all written language as the traditional Korean Hanja writing system. Countermeasure: Zwist's guidelines did not cover this contingency. Hanja has largely fallen out of use, such that few staff members were able to make a smooth transition. However, as Hanja is derived from traditional Chinese (minus pronunciation and contextual variations), an exchange of staff members from Site-ZH-44 who natively read that language ensured something like regular operations could continue until the aerosol dispersed. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer recommended all Foundation staff undergo additional language training with the aid of a mnestic regimen, both to provide greater lingustic flexibility and take advantage of the cognitive improvement effects of sustained linguistic study. Incident Report 6382-APL-05 Target: Area-05-PL, Poland Date: 06/12/2021 Belligerents: Giftschreiber (presumed) Nature of Attack: An insurgent masquerading as a Foundation kinesthesiologist introduced a purported dance routine termed "The Shake Violently" to Area staff during morning calisthenics. Said routine involves violent random thrashing, overstressing the body and inflicting harm on surrounding environments and personnel. As the routine carries a compulsion effect, all personnel present were soon engaged in self-destructive physical behaviour despite their continued presence of mind. Countermeasure: Area-05-PL's Operation FIREBREAK-designated, antimemetic-fortified Polish Sign Language interpreter introduced a conflicting set of gestures into the routine, gradually breaking each member of personnel free of the compulsion effect. Personnel continued to mime The Shake Violently until the insurgent was in close proximity, at which point the interpreter struck her in the solar plexus, inducing immediate unconsciousness. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer's proposed program of linguistic study now features a pronounced emphasis on the utility of sign language due to its wide variety of potential field uses. Incident Report 6382-SUA-80 Target: Site-UA-80, Ukraine Date: 06/18/2021 Belligerents: Schriftsteller (presumed) Nature of Attack: Loss of object permanence among containment staff. Countermeasure: Dr. Lillihammer instructed containment staff to enact Procedure 173-Beta: only blinking their eyes when no vital containment apparatus or object in containment is in view. The loss of object permanence was confirmed to occur only between blinks, and the case-by-case application of a Euler-Melbourne Memetic Resistance Booster both eliminated the effect and immunized against its recurrence. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer collaborated with Dr. Ryan Melbourne, co-author of the Euler-Melbourne Memetic Resistance Test, to develop the Melbourne-Lillihammer Cognitive Enhancement Exercises for rapid dissemination to all Foundation facilities. Incident Report 6382-STH-72 Target: Outpost Site-72-TH, Thailand Date: 06/21/2021 Belligerents: Giftschreiber (presumed) Nature of Attack: Patriotic rage directed against the pop music song "One Night In Bangkok," to the point of disrupting day-to-day operations. Countermeasure: The temporary relief of all Thai staff from duty so that they might be amnesticized of all knowledge of the following topics: actor/singer Murray Head, songwriter Tim Rice, "One Night In Bangkok" and the musical Chess. Aftermath: None. If they want to lob softballs at us, why discourage them? — Lillihammer Incident Report 6382-SPT-1 Target: Site-PT1, [REDACTED] Date: 06/22/2021 Belligerents: Schriftsteller Nature of Attack: Exceptionally overzealous containment procedures enacted by the Administrative Superintendence of the Lusophone Branch..The Lusophone Branch consists of all Portuguese-speaking facilities. These included but were not limited to: cordoning off entire urban neighbourhoods to contain minor threats; detaining civilians in large numbers and retaining them in custody rather than amnesticizing and releasing; performance of decommissioning procedures on non-threatening anomalies without consulting the Decommissioning Department; attempted takeover of mainland Spanish facilities, infringing on the authority of the Spanish Branch. Countermeasure: A chemical strike on Site-PT1 temporarily disabled all personnel, and MTF PT15-Σ ("Serket's Stinger") secured the Site. [EXPUNGED] of the Administrative Superintendence was exposed as a member of GoI-6382, having disabled his colleagues and commandeered their biometric keys. When awakened under controlled conditions in a Class-A Memetic Exclusion Chamber at Site-43, he delivered the following message: "The next step is a steep one." Further information could not be extracted, despite the application of MARSTON verification protocol and extreme rendition. Aftermath: Dr. Lillihammer recommended increased inter-branch interaction across all departments in order to foster a stronger collective identity and close this avenue of insinuation. The final confirmed schriftsteller attack to date took place on 07/14/2021, at Site-DE1 in Germany. An attacking force of thirty-three individuals with a variety of anomalous talents quickly subdued most on-site security, and began scouring the Site's interior for high-ranking personnel and SCP objects. Lockdown procedures were put into effect, isolating the attackers to the second and third sublevels, while ETTRA scrambled a response from adjacent facilities. Finding the second sublevel empty, all personnel having been already evacuated below, the insurgents began descending via staircases and the main elevator shaft. The following scene was captured by security cameras in the third sublevel main access corridor. _ » ADMINISTER COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT «COUNTERMEMETIC SUPPLEMENT ADMINISTERED THE DELUGE OVERTOPS THE BANKS TO CRIES OF OVERWHELMING THANKS Incident Log: 6382-DE1 A team of security personnel is opening fire on a pair of insurgents, who are holding a banner between them and laughing. The guards' aim is anomalously wild, and they are unable to strike their targets. The first insurgent laughs. First Insurgent: [EXPUNGED] The security personnel immediately begin opening fire on each other. One is struck a glancing blow across the temple, three are shot in the legs, and one is shot in the shoulder. All five individuals are soon rendered unconscious. The second insurgent laughs, and pats his comrade on the back. She smiles at him. Thilo Zwist appears behind the downed guards. The insurgents stop smiling. The first insurgent opens her mouth to speak. Zwist completes her cognitohazardous phrase before she can, and she spits blood; the capillaries in her mouth have apparently burst. She staggers around a corner, out of sight of the camera. The second insurgent is already mid-curse, and Zwist speaks a single syllable in an unfamiliar tongue which does not appear to carry any independently cognitohazardous component; the second insurgent reaches up to clutch his throat, screaming incoherently, and blood appears at the edges of his lips. He falls, unconscious; medical examination later reveals that he has swallowed, and thereby severed, his own tongue. Zwist picks up the banner, ties it around his waist, and proceeds down the hall. He reaches the main access corridor. The elevator shaft door is open, and individuals are rappelling into view. Zwist points at the third insurgent with his right pointer finger, and speaks; the insurgent has sharp protrusions on her body resembling the thorns of Gleditsia triacanthos (honey locust). Zwist continues speaking, and points at the fourth insurgent as they swing into view with two others; the third insurgent grabs the fourth, the thorns digging deep. The fourth insurgent bursts into flame (apparently of its own volition), screaming, and the two of them begin to attack each other. The fifth insurgent is armed with a rifle, which she raises. Zwist raises both fists, snaps the pointer and middle fingers of both hands up, and taps them together rapidly in front of him. The fifth insurgent twists violently to the left; vertebrae cracking is audible, and she slumps to the floor unconscious. Zwist opens his eyes very wide as the sixth insurgent raises her hands in front of her, and a whorl of air appears between them; she meets Zwist's gaze, his eyes move rapidly, and she involuntarily claps her hands together. There is a thunderclap, and she is thrown into the wall hard enough to dent the tiles. She is unconscious before she strikes the floor. A seventh insurgent appears around the far bend in the corridor. He is pointing at Zwist, and already speaking. Seventh Insurgent: [EXPUNGED] Zwist begins to twitch uncontrollably; he taps his neck three times, jolting with each tap, and the twitching stops. Zwist: [EXPUNGED] The seventh insurgent's chest heaves, and he immediately vomits. He falls to the floor, slipping on the former contents of his own stomach, and does not rise again. Three more insurgents appear. One is approximately eight feet tall, wielding a sledgehammer; the other two have linked hands together, and their eyes are glowing. They raise their linked hands to point at Zwist, and the hair on his body stands on end and begins to spark. Zwist pulls the fire alarm, and in the midst of the sudden clamour, emits a shrill whistle. All three insurgents, and all Foundation staff reviewing the security camera footage, fall immediately unconscious. Zwist shakes his head, apparently dazed from the effort, and a tenth insurgent tackles him from behind. The tenth insurgent's eyes are milky white, and they roll Zwist over to make eye contact. They smile. Zwist smiles in return, and raises his eyebrows provocatively; the tenth insurgent blinks, then gasps in shock, then reaches up to clutch his temples. He scrambles back to the wall, leans against it, and curls into a fetal position. Zwist regains his feet as an eleventh insurgent turns the next corner, hands raised in the pattern of a protective thaumaturgical ward. Zwist shouts, disorienting the insurgent, then pulls him close and holds him like a human shield. He turns to find four additional insurgents rappelling through the elevator; he manipulates his puppet's hands in a series of rapid motions. The twelfth and thirteenth insurgents immediately cover their eyes, screaming. One staggers head-first into a wall, and falls unconscious with an audible crack; the other walks directly into the open elevator shaft, and disappears with an abbreviated shout. Zwist pushes the eleventh insurgent into the fourteenth and fifteenth, and begins speaking rapidly; all three insurgents immediately begin brawling amongst each other. Zwist turns away from the elevator and rounds the corner, finding yet another insurgent approaching him. The sixteenth insurgent lacks identifiable features; its eyes and ears are sealed shut, and its lips are moving rapidly. Zwist staggers to one side, pressing his palm into a stanchion for support, then appears rooted in place and unable to turn away from his attacker. The sixteenth insurgent grins, and extends two hands with long, sharp nails towards Zwist's face. Its lips are still moving soundlessly. Zwist's grip slips off the stanchion, and he falls to the ground as the sixteenth insurgent bends over him. Though he is unable to move, he is able to direct his eyes upward. Where his hand was just moments ago, there is a sticker on the stanchion bearing a simple glyph in black lettering; Zwist's muscles relax the moment he sees it. He reaches up to grab the insurgent's fingers, and wrenches them back and forth ferociously. The insurgent stops whispering and growls in pain, before Zwist throws its hands up in between them and it sees the shape its fingers are now arrayed in. It reaches up, grasps its own neck with its broken fingers, and turns its head around one hundred and eighty degrees. This does not appear to kill it, but it subsequently makes no move to rise from the floor. Zwist's hands are bleeding. He removes the banner from his waist, wincing in pain, and amends its text with his own blood. A seventeenth insurgent appears at the end of the corridor, and Zwist raises the banner up between them. The insurgent immediately turns to the left, driving his head through a glass office window. He slumps, bleeding, onto the window pane and ceases all motion. Zwist lowers the banner. He smiles. There is distant gunfire. Zwist's smile disappears. Zwist: Damn. The gunfire ceases, and the floor begins to shake. Zwist: Damn. Damn. Zwist begins pounding the tiles with one fist as the shaking increases. Windows shatter in the hall as an eighteenth insurgent approaches; it appears to be composed entirely of cinderblocks, painted with strange symbols. It has three companions, each carrying rifles. They have not yet noticed Zwist. Zwist: I am sorry. I am so very sorry. Zwist clenches his fists and closes his eyes in intense concentration. His mouth begins to move, though no speech is audible. The insurgents are checking each office in the hall; they still have not yet noticed Zwist. Zwist removes his Site-43 security clearance card from his jacket, opens his eyes, and fixes his attention on the SCP Foundation sigil. Zwist: It is my burden to bear. I am… I am sorry. He digs the fingernails of his other hand into his palm, wincing and producing tears as more blood is drawn. Three security guards appear at Zwist's end of the corridor, and take firing positions. He ignores them. He is now sobbing. Zwist: The last man standing. Always the last man standing. The guards are gesturing at Zwist, indicating that he should move out of the line of fire. The insurgents are approaching, the largest breaking windows with its concrete fists and scraping the glass along the plaster walls. Zwist: Only me. Only ever me. Always only ever me. Forever. It never ends. It will never end. Never. The security guards open fire on the insurgents, who immediately return fire. The concrete creature lopes down the hall, passing Zwist without noticing him, and engages in physical contact with the guards. Zwist: It is over. It is over. It is over. For them. Not for me. Not for me. Zwist raises both hands in the air, still clenched into fists. The concrete creature has disabled two of the three guards already, and is reaching for the third when a sleek black metal form collides with it, driving it into the wall. Three members of MTF DE4-𝔙 ("The Defenders") have arrived, outfitted with advanced combat armour. They engage in combat with the insurgents, who have been bolstered by reinforcements at the far end of the hall. Zwist: Please forgive me. Zwist is weeping freely. The concrete creature has nearly bested its opponent when it suddenly ceases all movement, then topples backward onto the floor. It strikes its head against a metal instruments cart, which collapses around its head like a shawl. Zwist: They will never forgive me. But it can't end. And they can never… never forgive… The members of MTF DE4-𝔙 are attempting to help the wounded guards to their feet. Both guards notice the SCP Foundation branding on the power armour, and immediately turn rigid. Foundation personnel at Site-DE1 now recognize the SCP sigil as an active cognitohazard which compels attention and produces near-instant catatonia. Attempts are made Site-wide to remove or cover such sigils wherever they can be found. Zwist: Almost. Almost. I can. I must. One member of MTF DE4-𝔙 falls to the floor, alongside two of the guards. The third agent looks back and forth between Zwist and the armed insurgents, confused. The insurgents continue to fire, advancing down the hallway. They are still ignoring Zwist. The public address system crackles to life. A male voice is singing..Subsequently identified as Site-87 memeticist Ryan Melbourne. Oh hey can you see If the doors are locked tight 'cuz it strikes me that we've Got some guests uninvited The music produces an extreme fear reaction in the assembled insurgents. Zwist places the card on the floor and leans over it, blocking his ears with both hands. Now they're in for such fun Gather 'round everyone! And prepare to be thrilled As we yank down their trousers Zwist leans back, confused. The insurgents are in disarray, firing their weapons at the ceiling; they strike the public address speakers, and the music ceases. Zwist picks up the card again, and considers it. The elevator arrives, and three additional members of MTF DE4-𝔙 appear alongside Dr. Lillihammer. The agents are carrying riot shields featuring multiple overlapping embedded cognitohazards. They advance down the hallway, trading fire with the confused insurgents. Zwist: It isn't enough… The cognitohazardous effect imparted to the SCP sigil has now increased in both severity and range, extending to neighbouring Sites. Dr. Lillihammer and the agents begin to retreat, and the insurgents press forward. They have almost reached Zwist. Dr. Lillihammer crouches down and pantomimes rolling a spherical or cylindrical object beneath the shields and along the floor. Dr. Lillihammer: Fire in the hole! There is an ear-splitting screech from behind the insurgents as Dr. Lillihammer's antimemetic grenade explodes, and they are knocked off their feet. The only remaining enemy combatant, having been left to stand rearguard, is a man with transparent skin whose internal organs are arranged in what appears to be a deliberate pattern. Dr. Lillihammer: Avert! The assembled agents close the visors of their helmets. Dr. Lillihammer removes a small deck of cards from her labcoat pocket, selects one, and focuses on it for a moment. She then takes a riot shield from the nearest member of MTF DE4-𝔙 and strides past Zwist. The final insurgent spreads his arms wide, and smiles. Dr. Lillihammer looks directly at the insurgent, and smiles back at him. She turns the riot shield upside-down, and speaks. Dr. Lillihammer: [EXPUNGED] The insurgent's spleen bursts, and he falls to the ground screaming. Dr. Lillihammer: Clear! The agents form a protective position around Dr. Lillihammer as renewed rifle fire can be heard in the distance. She returns the shield to its owner, then glances down at Zwist. He is still holding the card in his hand, and he is still murmuring, though his eyes are wide and staring at her. She notices the card, and staggers into the nearest wall for support. Dr. Lillihammer: Have a little faith, buddy. Dr. Lillihammer collapses, and Zwist catches her before she strikes the floor, dropping the card in the process. He eases her down, glances at her security badge, and speaks a single inaudible word whilst simultaneously relaxing his entire body. The fallen security guards and MTF agents stir to life, as does the concrete creature. The latter is unable to perceive its surroundings, as the metal cart is wrapped around its facial features. It struggles impotently on the floor as the guards and agents rally, and proceed towards the sound of gunfire. The cognitohazardous effect imparted to the SCP sigil gradually fades over the next half-hour. Zwist: I'm sorry. I'm— Dr. Lillihammer: Oh, shut up already. Not everything's about you. Zwist stares at her for a moment, then begins to laugh. MTF DE4-𝔙 and Site security personnel, with Dr. Lillihammer's memetic arsenal in hand, were able to subdue the remaining insurgents. Zwist was remanded to medical care. Site-DE1 security personnel during Incident 6382-DE1. The captured insurgents revealed, under interrogation, their membership in a Group of Interest known as the Caecus Carneliana-Collective, responsible for numerous attacks on German Sites in the past. Their memories proved badly damaged; they could not even recall their own names. They had a vague recollection of a pact having been made between their leader and an unknown figure of Austrian descent, presumably PoI-6382. It is theorized that the schriftsteller promised to augment the anomalous capabilities of the CCC members with memetics and to aid them in their attack on Site-DE1, committing a proxy force instead of their own numbers due to the possibility — undesirable or otherwise — of defeat. As Site-DE1 is almost wholly administrative, and CCC typically engages in violence to free anomalous subjects in containment, it is further theorized that this attack was intended to completely disrupt operations in the German Branch to make additional attacks on containment Sites a possibility. Zwist's recuperation took the better part of one day, after which he requested a meeting in the infirmary with Drs. Blank and Lillihammer. Interview Log Date: 14 July 2021 Present: Dr. H.R. Blank (Archives and Revision, Site-43); Dr. L.S. Lillihammer (Memetics and Countermemetics, Site-43), Thilo Zwist (SCP-6382) Zwist is seated on an infirmary bed. He shows signs of extreme exhaustion, but smiles when Drs. Blank and Lillihammer enter. Zwist: Come closer, children. Dr. Blank laughs, and pulls a pair of chairs up to the head of the bed. He and Dr. Lillihammer sit down. Dr. Lillihammer: Leading with a joke is a great idea, after the scary shit you just pulled. Zwist smiles. Zwist: Did you see our performance, Harry? Dr. Blank: The parts that are safe to see. Lillian is ginning up a non-cognitohazardous edit for the Site-43 film festival. Zwist: Is that a real thing? Dr. Lillihammer: It will be after I show off your Doctor Strange routine. Zwist coughs. Zwist: Did they make it? Dr. Lillihammer: Did who make what? Zwist: The attackers. Did any of them… Dr. Lillihammer: Your inexplicably clean record stands. One of them's gonna be looking over their shoulders, quite literally, for a good long while, one's getting the world's easiest emergency splenectomy, one will never walk again unless we lend a helping hand, one broke damn near every bone in his body and a few of them are looking pretty pale — or pretty ashen, in the case of one very unhappy plant person — but nobody died. Zwist closes his eyes. Zwist: On their side, at least. Dr. Blank: You managed to prevent almost every casualty. Not bad for someone who wasn't even supposed to be there. Between the two of you, you knocked down every major threat on-site. Zwist shakes his head. Zwist: Most, but not all. Dr. Lillihammer pats his hand. Dr. Lillihammer: Our little threat object. Dr. Blank: You'll be pleased to know that the O5 Council voted against, in this order: euthanizing you in your sleep, vivisecting you while still alive, and putting you in an antimeme casket for the rest of your unnatural life. Zwist: Do I have the both of you to thank for that? Dr. Blank: You've accrued more than a few good character references in the past few decades. But I wouldn't try pulling another stunt on those lines; at least not one that ends with you unconscious. You'll want to hit the bricks next time. Zwist: I realize you're jesting, but there won't be a next time. If we are to set ourselves against destructive patterns of behaviour, there can be no hypocrisy. The past won't cloud my judgement again; I've made my peace with it. We must focus now on the present conflict. Dr. Blank: I wasn't sure we'd ever see you again. Zwist: Don't be so dramatic. That's my thing, remember? Dr. Blank: I'm serious. I was wondering whether you had reconsidered our arrangement. Zwist: Why would I do that? Dr. Blank: Because you disappeared, maybe? Zwist: I had some thinking to do. Some… reorienting. I had to remind myself of who you are, who your colleagues are, and who you're not. I can't trust the entire Foundation not to take Keil's side, but I know I can trust you. Dr. Blank: I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I'm still surprised you came back. Keil, and the schriftsteller… it changes everything. Zwist: It changes nothing. Not for me. It was a shock, what I learned at the park — the worst I've ever felt, worse even than the burning at… the burning at Herbsthausen — and for a moment I felt as if it all had been a lie, a pointless charade. But the shock has passed— Dr. Blank: And you didn't lash out, that's progress. Dr. Lillihammer: He didn't lash out that time. I really thought he was about to do a repeat of Herbsthausen, yesterday. Zwist: I really was. Dr. Lillihammer: I saw you monologuing, whacking the floor, drawing blood. You were trying to force an emotional state, so you could noetically poison the Foundation sigil. Intentionally repeating your own mistake. Zwist: Yes. I wanted to draw them all to you, like moths— Dr. Blank: To a flame. Zwist: To a bug-zapper, more like. Flames are too random and inefficient. But yes, I thought… I thought the day was lost. I thought if I fell, you would all fall with me, so what was the point? Dr. Lillihammer: And that was the point. Zwist: I believe so, yes. Dr. Blank: What? Zwist: I believe this is what Keil wanted. He wanted me invested, he wanted me involved, and he wanted me to replicate that awful moment at the tent. I could have turned your Foundation into a weapon, then turned it on the giftschreiber. I've made that sort of mistake before, as you know, and it could very well have happened again. It was going to happen again. Dr. Blank: And? Zwist: And I was wrong to despair. Very, very wrong. I had no idea you were such an accomplished thaumaturge, Lillian. Dr. Lillihammer: Thaumaturge nothing. I'm a memeticist. My magic power is called learning, Thilo. I spent long enough watching you to pick up a few choice tricks. Silence on recording. Zwist: Thank you. Dr. Lillihammer: You're welcome. Dr. Blank: Is this it, though? Zwist: Go on. Dr. Blank: I don't mean to minimize your little fracas, but this was hardly the epochal twist I expected. I thought we'd see… I don't know. Something more dramatic. A crescendo. Isn't this supposed to be the end of an era? Zwist: I'm sorry, I rather thought you were trained in history. Was I mistaken? Silence on recording. Dr. Blank: Social change is gradual. On the ground, it's not even visible; trends are only obvious in retrospect. When we're on the other side. Zwist: Most shots aren't heard 'round the world, but they still find their marks. I do believe we'll find that this was a turning point, in the end. Dr. Blank: Which way did it turn? Zwist: Down, Harry. That much was never in doubt. Silence on recording. Dr. Lillihammer: So, what are we going to do about it? Zwist: What we do to all unsatisfying stories, Lillian: recontextualize them. In another life I was defined by the loss of my youthful innocence, my faith in the work. In a collective project I never even really understood. I saw it all burn down, and it broke me, and I rebuilt myself in the image of what I thought I'd lost — the schriftsteller. I may have been wrong in my assumption that they were destroyed, but I was also wrong about who and what they were. They might as well have perished in that fire, because they were never going to be what I needed them to be. I thought the good work died at Herbsthausen, and I alone was charged with resurrecting it. I was wrong. Dr. Blank: Wrong? Zwist: Yes, wrong. The good work did not exist before Keil and the rest of my brethren passed into the shadows. It didn't exist until I, in my penance, in my solitude, began to do it. They were never altruists. They were never any less selfish than their chaotic cousins; I see that now. I thought I was carrying their torch into the future, but the fire was my own. It was not theirs. It still is not theirs, and neither is the Frontispiece, or my Writing, or your kill agents and memetic inoculants. It is all derived from me, from my misunderstanding, my naiveté, and I have carried it this far on my pure and unadulterated arrogance. The schriftsteller and giftschreiber will never understand it, because it is outside their conception of history. That is what will obsolesce them. Something new, flush with possibility, unaccounted for in their vicious cycle. Dr. Lillihammer: Are we back on the Thilocentric model already? Zwist: Just listen for a moment. Do you see the imbalance in the societies? The writers and the poison writers? Those are not antonyms. They're only nominally opposed; they are united in their comfort with the rolling status quo. No wonder there's no true change in their system, only ruinous repetition and the illusion of agency. The machinery cannot be wrecked from the inside. An outside influence is needed. Zwist leans back in his bed. Zwist: They have one thing in common, beside their commitment to that vile circuit. They don't trust anyone. Ever. The giftschreiber lash out in individualistic malice, the schriftsteller try to trammel us all into channels and cages, and not a one of them ever thinks to revel in the diversity of human thought. Neither selfish nor domineering, but instead… benevolent. The boundless generosity of human imagination, more powerful than any curse or virus. Zwist coughs. Zwist: I never imagined I could let any of this go. That I could trust in the instincts of others. But I saw what you did in my absence, Lillian, and what you did in my presence only confirmed it. Dr. Blank: Yeah, she's pretty great. Dr. Lillihammer: Don't stop the praise train. Zwist: I, myself, alone, would never be enough. You showed me that. But you also showed me that a burden shared is a burden borne more gracefully, and we are going to need a great deal of grace to see us through the next few steps. What you and I are going to do is no different from starving a fire or stopping a flood. Dr. Blank: What are we going to do, Thilo? Zwist: We are going to bury the schriftsteller and giftschreiber, as I should have done so long ago. They are a dead letter. We are going to answer them so utterly and completely that their paradigms cease to shift. For the writers, we shall find erasers — auslöscher. And for the poison writers, serumschreiber. Dr. Lillihammer: The cure writers. Dr. Blank: You're going to train apprentices again? Zwist smiles. Zwist: I have apparently already started. I am, if nothing else, a man who sees things through. Dr. Lillihammer: So we're going to have a sharp exchange of views with your Austrian friends, then. Zwist: Yes, and ours will prevail. No more words of power, no more words of poison. Words of hope and healing, friends. Silence on recording. Zwist: We're going to break the cycle. The giftschreiber continue to execute attacks on Foundation Sites worldwide. PoI-6382 and the schriftsteller remain at large. SCP-6382, recuperating. Operation FIREBREAK is ongoing; preliminary proposals for Operation BURNOUT are before the O5 Council at present. Dr. Lillihammer has begun memetic thaumaturgical training under the guidance of Thilo Zwist. « SCP-6156 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-6484 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6382" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6383
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Item #: SCP-6383 SCP-6383 prior to containment Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6383 is stored in a specialised chamber comprised of a combination of materials rating no higher than 00.5%1 on Foundation Anomalous Certainty scales. Description: SCP-6383 is a non-anomalous stop sign, constructed from materials identical to other traditional stop signs throughout the United States. All forms of sentience and near-sentient life (human/anomalous entities/artificial sentience/plant life) have expressed feelings or symptoms of severe discomfort and anxiety when in SCP-6383’s direct presence. This effect is non-anomalous, and believed to be a fundamental response in nature. In contrast to all other forms of existing matter, SCP-6383 has yielded consistently negative results when tested for anomalous properties. SCP-6383 Testing Results: Anomaly certainty: 0.00% APME-Rating2: 00/00% (average APME-Rating for stop signs: ~45/~23%) In contrast, all other forms of life and other existences in the universe display a minimum of 0.05% when measured for anomalous properties, and at least a 0.03% likelihood of becoming anomalous in the future via various circumstances or happenstance (current anomalous prevention protocols and containment efforts to lessen such occurrences are ongoing). Due to these inherent properties, SCP-6383’s nature is deemed enigmatic by all sentient beings, causing feelings of dissimilarity towards SCP-6383 in comparison to everything else in existence. Discovery Log: SCP-6383 was discovered following Event-6383-Alpha, a universal reality altering event which resulted in all forms of existence obtaining various anomalous properties. This event had initially gone unnoticed, due to a vast majority of these changes being minute and going unnoticed by the major population3. In response, the Foundation developed the APME-Rating system to confirm changes between baseline normality as compared to before Event-6383-Alpha. SCP-6383 was found several months after the event, having been the least affected by these alterations. Due to it being the sole “non-anomalous” object remaining from before the event, SCP-6383 has been placed in a specialised “exclusion chamber” to decrease the risks that may come from exposure to the anomalous reality around it. Footnotes 1. Lowest achievable rating at present 2. Anomalous Property Manifestation/Escalation Rating 3. Notable examples: Dr. Wesley growing 1cm taller, a HB pencil becoming a slightly different shade of yellow, a blade of grass that grows 0.02cm faster than others surrounding it, Assistant researcher Agnew being able to manifest a single chicken egg in his hand once and never again, an instance of cane toad that when presented with a bowl of milk every ten hours consecutively for three months will vocalise the phrase “I prefer soy” in Russian (Note: Testing confirmed the toad to not actually be lactose-intolerant), etc. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6383" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6383. 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: STOP sign.jpg Author: Bidgee License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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4/6385 LEVEL 4/6385 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6385 Keter Advertisement banner for Operation BACHAZAI featuring the Foundation-sponsored virtual idol named Asumi Kitagawa. Operation BACHAZAI has been relatively effective in countering SCP-6385. Special Containment Procedures Under Operation BACHAZAI, the Foundation is to heavily promote VTubers1, on social media platforms such as Reddit and Facebook. Concurrently, Operation BACHAZAI is mandated to mar or impair the Japanese real-world idol industry. Operation BACHAZAI defines an idol as a young Japanese entertainer trained to serve as role models of innocence, musical and dance performances, and personality. A minimum of 10 million US dollars has been set aside to fund the Foundation's virtual idol agency, as well as existing companies such as Cover and Nijisanji. Marketing campaigns are to feature these idols using keywords such as "human", "relatable", "eccentric", and "natural". MTF-Omega-20 ("Virtualistas") is to operate the virtual idol avatars after proper training on streaming and interacting with online fans. The use of smear campaigns is authorized against idols who use their real-life appearances. In order to decrease interest in idols, the Foundation has negotiated with idol agencies to cease featuring them under the guise of safety and privacy protocols. Social media influencers, such as vloggers, dancers, influencers, and other types of celebrities are placed under tight monitoring. Reports of SCP-6385 manifestations and victims are to be verified and treated quickly. Victims affected by severe SCP-6385-1 infestations are to be treated through surgery and thaumaturgic neutralization processes developed by Yamagawa and Kanou (2019). The bulk of the removed instances are to be incinerated, with the rest kept in Class-C entity containment lockers at Site-356. Afterward, the patients are to undergo extensive plastic surgery to conceal scars, particularly on their genitals. Before amnesticization, they will be scheduled for psychological screening to determine the severity of their condition and the level of admiration of their idols. Lastly, all SCP-6385-1 instances recorded in Marshall, Carter & Dark transactions are to be documented, tracked, and neutralized. Description SCP-6385 is a phenomenon involving the growth of neoplasms or abnormal tissue, referred to as SCP-6385-1 instances, on a victim's body, particularly on their head and genitals. The victim is usually an individual who is part of an idol's fanclub or has professed admiration for one. The likelihood of SCP-6385 manifestations is based on the following factors: The subject's demographic category. SCP-6385 events are more likely to affect them if they reside in an East Asian country, and if they are of East Asian descent. The subject's obsession with idols. This factor is measurable based on how the subject scores on the Experience of Parasocial Interaction Scale, with regards to their idol. The subject's economic status. SCP-6385 is more likely to manifest on individuals severely stressed or failing in academics, or overworked subjects from companies with extensive overtime and low standards of employee satisfaction. The subject's level of loneliness and social relationships, measurable by tools such as the UCLA Loneliness and Oslo-3 Social Support Scales. SCP-6385-1 instances are visually similar to pimples for three days following their first appearance. In the following days, they will lengthen and become firm. 16 days into the infestation, the subject would be covered with 10 to 15 instances, which then develop malformed legs. These legs exhibit signs of severe phocomelia, such as fused bones, incomplete sets of joints, particularly in the thigh portions, and stumps on the feet. During this period, an opaque epithelial layer similar to an endometrium will cover each SCP-6385-1 instance. The SCP-6385-1 instances will detach from the subject's body and act similarly to centipedes. Due to the formation of their limbs, movement of SCP-6385-1 is generally limped and uneven. The instances will become flesh-colored, and each end of the instances will thicken into roughly spherical protrusions measuring 17cm wide. At this point, the protrusions begin to develop faces which resemble the idols preferred by the subject. Accuracy to the original model of the idols varies between SCP-6385 cases, with some being perfect matches and others only having a loose resemblance. Occasionally, gluteal or pelvic muscles, as well as mammary lobes and nipples, compete for space on these protrusions and on the rest of the instances' bodies. Several limbs of an instance will increase their size to become full-sized human arms or legs. These are then used by the SCP-6385-1 instance to caress and make contact with the victim. Although sapience has not been confirmed, these instances are capable of stating words of encouragement or love to their previous host. Current reports state that up to 342 idols have been imitated by SCP-6385-1 instances, while more than 1,000 individuals have been the subject of an SCP-6385 manifestation. MC&D Report (10/12/2019) Foundation plants in Marshall, Carter, and Dark (MC&D) have discovered that SCP-6385-1 instances are sold to prospective buyers mainly from Japan, South Korea, China, and the USA. Oftentimes, they are first held in 'beautification rooms,' where they are surgically outfitted with robotic limbs and dosed with memetic and amnestic agents to become more subservient and appealing. Afterward, they are presented on stage to audience members obligated by MC&D to carry glowsticks and fan paraphernalia. Concurrently, developed instances of SCP-6385-1 will perform Japanese pop culture music with a considerable level of accuracy, albeit with distorted voices. Their style of dancing is also stiff, owing to the quality of their robotic implants and limbs. MC&D tends to use staggered scheduling and breaks to rotate the idols for costume changes, position side performers clad in mascot costumes, and prepare props such as fireworks, ribbons, and steam machines. MC&D's style evokes kawaisa2 aesthetics. During the two to three-hour performance, the SCP-6385-1 instances perform 20-25 songs and medleys. On specific schedules, instances of SCP-6385-1 perform together with backstage operators utilizing neural and electronic implants to smoothen their performance. In these groups, the instances occasionally fall on each other, interlocking their frail limbs and emitting high-pitched moans resembling apologies. MC&D personnel also monitors incidences of the idols' tendency to undergo fecal incontinence or loss of bowel control. Audiences, which are mostly composed of businessmen, typically react with a mild memetic and euphoric hysteria (i.e. by cheering, joyous screaming, crying, waving glow lights, and occasionally minor physical reactions such as developing nosebleeds or vomiting). At the end of their performances, personnel would transport them to a specialized room for either auction or direct purchase. Based on witness reports, unwanted SCP-6385-1 instances would be stripped of their robotic implants, essentially reverting them into their worm-like forms. They are then designated as "肉虫", or "flesh worms", packed into plastic bags and incinerated at special waste facilities. The three most common idols imitated by purchased SCP-6385-1 instances are Eimi Takaraka, Iori Hideyama, and Saya Sakimoto, all of whom belong to idol groups such as AKB48. Approximately 12,000 instances have been sold worldwide. Despite the instances' extreme uncanny valley features, obtained sales reports involving them have detailed a constantly rising demand, with multiple investments funneled into augmenting them robotically or genetically. Notably, Japanese, South Korean, and Chinese corporate entities and private individuals compete for the top spots with regards to these investments. Aviatica Report (01/15/2020) The Foundation procured an exposé from GoI-503 ("Aviatica")3 concerning the purchase and upkeep of SCP-6385-1 instances. The exposé detailed the routines of a buyer using the pseudonym "Aidorou Taku"4. It additionally revealed further insights involving the nature of MC&D's transactions and treatment of SCP-6385-1 instances. Foundation representatives to Aviatica have negotiated the postponement of the piece until the Foundation sufficiently accomplishes the goals of Operation BACHAZAI. The transcript of the piece is provided below. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE AVT-01 01/15/2020 AVIATICA Freedom in Flight, Fighting for the Light 1/10/2020 | ISSUE 23, VOLUME 10 AidoruAdore: The Art of Caring for Japanese Idol Worms COMFORT PILLOW. Aidorou Taku, an AidoruAdorer, uses this pillow to calm himself down to avoid urges against his AidoruAdores, which he sees as 'pillars of purity.' By: Ezekier Terreno Altavista, Senior Aviatican Field Reporter Dressed in salaryman clothing, Aidorou Taku pats the head of Saki-chan, one of his AidoruAdores, as it uses its robotic limbs to stiffly walk towards him with a sweet voice. Yumenocchi, another AidoruAdore, tries to compete with Saki-chan, despite missing two of its limbs - according to Taku, the limb was sent to repairs. These AidoruAdores are 'images' of several idols from his favorite idol group, AKB48. Love worms its way to the heart - this is the guiding principle of AidoruAdores, the most recent in Marshall, Carter, & Dark's foray into Japanese idol culture. These AidoruAdores cost between 15,000 to 30,000 dollars each, excluding maintenance. AidoruAdores have certainly wormed their way into the life of Aidorou Taku, the CEO of a tech company primarily operating in Osaka, Yokohama, and Tokyo. In his home, Taku currently houses five AidoruAdores, which are semi-robotic, worm-like creatures styled after the faces and mannerisms of Japanese idols currently in vogue. Taku also takes pride in being able to produce homegrown AidoruAdores. 'Baby' AidoruAdores occasionally emerge from his skin's acne, and he has to avoid his other AidoruAdores due to their jealousy. "These other…, eto, Aidorus, they somewhat don't like competition unless they have bonded enough. So they will try to squish or bite the pimple-like stuff my baby AidoruAdores come from, and when that happened with Saki-chan once, I had to rush to the hospital as if I got bitten by a dog," Taku said. When raising these baby AidoruAdores, he has to take them to special MC&D outlets to outfit them with robotic contraptions, although he occasionally leaves them in a natural, worm-like state for fun. Taku is unbothered that his AidoruAdores are crude caricatures of his favourite idols. He reasoned that the 'originals' are people out of his reach due to his face, overloaded work, and awkward personality. "I work since sunrise and go home at sunset. Setting aside the idols, all the women I know and meet are also workaholics because ano, that's the Japanese way. Most of us don't have time for each other, and I doubt that an otaku like me would be accepted. Even if I marry one, I think I won't be having a warm welcome at the doorstep. Although society might hate them, my AidoruAdores will never complain, and love me for who I am," he said. "Plus, they do not complain about my treatment, and they enjoy the life I gave them. Out there, they won't survive, right?" he added. "So it's not slavery. It's just a mutually healthy relationship between them and me." Independent Aviatican tests have confirmed that AidoruAdores are not competent to give consent. Furthermore, the AidoruAdores demonstrate that they do not have a fully human self-awareness or consciousness. "Look at it this way. They are idols, not slaves. I am simply their manager and father at the same time - in fact, some of them came from me. Wouldn't that be a better description?" he added. A "Wholesome" IdoLife Taku starts off his day by waking up at 4:45 AM. Occasionally, one of the AidoruAdores pounces on his stomach, repetitively uttering flattering statements. "When you think about it, they're really like children, but damn, they're quite heavy for idols," he chuckles. "I once thought, you know, shouldn't idols be conscious about their weight? Anyway, I guess that's the price of the robotic limbs to make them… more acceptable." He then prepares a breakfast of curry and omelet for all of his AidoruAdores, who tend to use their mouths more than their limbs, unless Taku sternly warns or electrocutes them. He then orders Shimada, his MC&D maid, to replace all of their clothing with brightly-colored and chic skirts, as well as long-sleeved t-shirts, parkas, and hoodies. "You know, I'm a decent idol fan. It's a big no-no for me to have impure thoughts towards my AidoruAdores, and I really try to keep myself at bay when it comes to them. Plus, even if I somehow get too drunk and try to do something to them, MC&D has installed a few deterrents in their sacred areas," Taku said. "MC&D has this perception of honor and innocence regarding Japanese idol culture, since they're a foreign company, that I don't know how to feel about." Additionally, Taku recounted that one time he tried to remove their clothing by himself, he became too apprehensive after seeing their slender, worm-like, and segmented bodies. "I guess this is the 'illusion' that MC&D warned me about. It's fine though. What matters the most is their cute faces." He then goes to work in his company, where he spends the next 10 hours programming, participating in scrum sessions, and handling business deals. He sports a stern look during work, sometimes becoming agitated due to a severe lack of sleep and exhaustions from previous overtime work. To check on his AidoruAdores, he then accesses the remote surveillance in his home. "Ahhh, you really need to watch over them. Sometimes they get too rowdy, and sometimes they uhmm… pick flowers (a colloquial idol term for urination or defecation) suddenly. Unless I want my house to smell bad all the time, I have to remotely punish them via electrocution or drug injectors embedded in their skin. I don't want to trouble Shimada-san too much," he said. As much as possible, Shimada provides a 'normal human life' to the AidoruAdores, despite them behaving more similarly to pets. Furthermore, he likes to peep at the idol 'training sessions' organized by Shimada, where the AidoruAdores are given makeup, conditioned to sing, dance (to the best of their ability given their robotic limbs), and make crude skits. Taku sighs, saying that these training sessions are expensive and require special chemical injections. "MC&D promised me though, that these idols really have potential to make it big soon." Working overtime and having to bond with investors over drinks, he then goes back home at 9 PM, where he is greeted with his AidoruAdores. He spoke fondly about how the AidoruAdores sometimes collapse into a pile at the doorstep, although he is worried about how their robotic limbs scrape with each other. During his remaining free time, he then tunes into livestreams of his favorite idols, while his AidoruAdores also swarm him. He related about how his AidoruAdores imitate the dance moves and songs, which he uses to gauge how future idol training sessions will proceed. Afterwards, the AidoruAdores are tucked into their pajamas, and then lead to two special rooms where they sleep. By the time the weekend rolls around, Taku occasionally takes out some of his AidoruAdores, dousing them in MC&D concealing agents to prevent public recognition. "It's such a shame, they're really cute girls," he said. He brings them to MC&D-sponsored maid cafes, anime and comic conventions, and parks. "Saya-chan even once found one of her, ano, one of her fellow AidoruAdores in an alley. That AidoruAdore was missing all of her limbs, had a gouged out eye, and was crawling the best she could. She looked really broken, crying for her master. So, eto, I had no choice but to take her, and here she is," Taku said, pointing to Yumenocchi. He explained that upon bringing Yumenocchi to an MC&D store, he was told to keep it until they locate the buyer. Aidoru Pride Taku takes pride in how he treats his AidoruAdores. He recounted horror stories about how other AidoruAdorers mistreat and use their AidoruAdores, and how they tend to be disposed once the idol they are imitating are no longer famous, or have committed 'sins' such as getting a boyfriend, having a sex scandal, coming out as lesbian, or otherwise deviate from their expected demure and pure personas they have. The maintenance he needs for his AidoruAdores can also easily reach thousands of dollars per month, due to the robotic limbs rusting or the AidoruAdores' organs failing. One time, when his funds ran low, he had to accept some of his AidoruAdores being in their 'worm' forms. Taku admitted that his AidoruAdores worming around disturbed him, especially because their faces looked pristine. "As a true idol fan, you have to accept them for who they are, and these AidoruAdores are the personifications of those idols. But… you really need to provide for them to maintain their idol image. No one likes to raise and love worms, unless they're really cute," he said. The Foundation has amnesticized Aidorou Taku, identified to be Yoshii Sawagiri. Meanwhile, all of his SCP-6385-1 instances have been neutralized. The Foundation is considering proposals to collaborate with MC&D, offering profit sharing from the proceeds of Operation BACHAZAI in exchange for reducing sales of SCP-6385-1. Operation BACHAZAI Report (04/10/2020) Promotional material featuring VTuber Serin Seri, registered to the SCP front company V-Dream. Extensive Foundation testing has determined that SCP-6385 manifestations are less likely to occur with idols present in cyberspace or virtual settings. Market analysis indicates that virtual idols can present considerable competition to the entrenched figures of the idol industry. Next, a study by Kawahara et. al. (2020) indicated that via proper VTuber memetics, individuals prone to parasocial dependencies can be better controlled, particularly if the VTuber is more casual or acts more contrary to standard idol behavior5. Additionally, anti-memetic Foundation agents can be easily loaded into VTuber streams, while the lack of physical contact or extensive discussion about the real lives of the VTubers further limit the scope of SCP-6385. Thus, the Foundation launched Operation BACHAZAI, which currently has 250 corporate VTubers registered to different companies under its helm. Operation BACHAZAI is also connected to 1450 more independent VTubers. Furthermore, companies under Operation BACHAZAI are heavily discouraged to produce content appealing to one-sided or parasocial relationships. Idols under their helm are also mandated to employ doublethink, by both emphasizing their humanity and their mere existence as digital entities. Importantly, however, VTubers still produce SCP-6385-1 manifestations, albeit at a considerably lesser rate. A follow-up study by Kawahara et. al. indicated that underlying societal issues surrounding idol culture and the dearth of romantic relationships in East Asian countries are the root causes of SCP-6385 manifestations. However, BACHAZAI leaders are split on addressing them, citing potentially heavy interference with East Asian standards of normalcy. On the other hand, MC&D has considered SCP-6385-1 instances affected by Project BACHAZAI as undesirable, due to severe uncanny valley features resulting from the translation of 2D to 3D features. Due to the uncanny valley effect, victims of BACHAZAI-affected instances are likelier to report them to authorities out of extreme fear, disgust, or horror. Foundation containment estimates indicate that this phenomenon is generally satisfactory for increasing the containment rate of SCP-6385-1 instances. Lastly, BACHAZAI-affected SCP-6385 manifestations induce high amounts of psychological idol-related trauma in victims. With proper application of memory manipulation agents, the chances of these victims withdrawing from the VTuber and idol cultures can skyrocket, curbing future SCP-6385 manifestations. Project BACHAZAI is aiming to introduce more VTubers with exotic designs and appeals that would manifest a stronger uncanny valley effect and thus, harsher trauma. Footnotes 1. Internet personalities who hide their real-life appearances with avatars based on modern Japanese animation. They are the virtual counterpart of Japanese idols. 2. 可愛さ. Japanese phenomenon of cuteness. 3. An anomalous group of journalists catering to free speech in the anomalous world. 4. Based on Japanese aidoruotaku or idol otaku. 5. To illustrate, audiences generally expect Japanese idols to be 'flawless' in terms of extreme modesty, a robust illusion of care for their fans, consistently satisfactory performances, and heavily curtailed emotions to suit a highly positive tatemae or public image. VTubers can potentially subvert these expectations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6385" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6385. 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#: 6386 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Any instances of SCP-6386 are to be located and surveyed by local personnel. Any anomalous objects found (designated SCP-6386-XXX) are to be bought and sent to Site-19 for studying before being stored in standard anomalous object storage. If possible, sale proprietors are to be interrogated on the nature of their SCP-6386-XXX instance, and SCP-6386-A, and subsequently amnesticized. City-wide “garage sale days” are to be created by Foundation agents in metropolitan centers to minimize the spread of SCP-6386 objects. On these “garage sale days”, MTF Kappa-18 (“Bargain Hunters”) is to search for SCP-6386 instances and extract any found 6386-XXX instances. Any instances of SCP-6386-A are to be reported and investigated from a distance. SCP-6386's symbol Description: SCP-6386 is a phenomenon originally affecting a small percentage of garage sales (but now also affecting similar events; see Recovered Document 6386.1 for more details) that have had some form of advertisement at least 3 days beforehand. This includes yard sale signs, social media posts, and word-of-mouth communication. Upon activation of SCP-6386, an anomalous object will come into the seller's possession. Occasionally, these objects will be given to the subject by SCP-6386-A. However, in the majority of cases, they manifest in the subject's possession by unknown means. For a partial list of these objects see Addendum 6386.2. All objects affected by SCP-6386 have a symbol located somewhere on them, appearing to be a winged caduceus. SCP-6386-A is the designation for a caucasian male, roughly 2 meters in height with dark hair, olive skin, and green eyes. X-ray analysis has revealed that SCP-6386-A's skeletal system is within parameters for baseline humanity. SCP-6386-A is believed to be a powerful reality bender and/or thaumaturgist. Some data suggests that SCP-6386-A may be a non-physical and/or unreal entity. SCP-6386-A may occasionally leave a symbol on deposited objects. SCP-6386-A has also, on at least one occasion, left behind a legible document, labeled Document 6386.1. Addendum 6386.1: On 12/8/2012 Researcher Johnson went to a garage sale in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (the city they were living in at the time) in their free time, which was unknowingly affected by SCP-6386. While browsing they noticed a standard Foundation-Issued miniature SRA (hereafter designated SCP-6386-001) along with a small group of assorted objects. Researcher Johnson recognized the object, having experience with reality-bending anomalies, and feared a possible information breach. Johnson then turned on a recorder and attempted to talk to the proprietor of the sale (hereafter referred to as Mr.████████). The following interview is listed below. Interviewed: [Mr. ████████] Interviewer: [Researcher Johnson] <Begin Log, [10:45]> Mr.████████: Hello Ma'am, how can I help you? Researcher Johnson: Actually it's Mx— you know what, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to know where you got this from. [Gestures with SCP-6386-001] Mr.████████: I don’t really know. I found it when I was going through my attic and decided to sell it. I think it’s some sort of flashlight or something. I pressed the little button on the side and a funky lookin' green light came out of one end. Researcher Johnson: Where exactl— [ A civilian accidentally makes contact with Johnson] Unnamed Civilian: Oops! Sorry about that. [The civilian walks away] Researcher Johnson: Anyway, where exactly in the attic was it? In a steel box with a … weird-looking triangle on it? Maybe in a house safe or something? Mr.████████: Um…no? Those are pretty odd questions. [He looks at the SCP-6386-001] Hey… is that worth somethin’? Researcher Johnson: No no no. It's um… just a kid's toy. I used to have one like it when I was a kid. [Johnson reaches into their pocket] Here, I’ll give you 5 bucks for it. Mr.████████: [Eyeing them suspiciously] 15 dollars. Researcher Johnson: 10. Mr.████████: Well, you sure know how to bargain. Fine. [Johnson hands him a ten-dollar bill and exits the garage sale.] <End Log, [10:52]> Closing Statement: Researcher Johnson immediately contacted the Foundation and reported the object to security at Site-98. Head Security Officer Ryan Richardson engaged in cataloging all miniature SRAs at the site and found none missing. Agents were then sent to the garage sale and administered Class-A amnestics to the civilians and Mr.████████. Researcher Johnson was then administered the Foundation Pat on the Back Award for quick thinking and recovery of an SRA. Over the next 4 months, anomalous objects began appearing at garage sales across the United States, Canada, France, and [REDACTED], all with similar circumstances to their appearances. Johnson began to suspect a connection and filed for the application of it as an SCP object. It was not approved until over the next 6 months when 36 objects were recovered, with all of those objects having what is now known to be SCP-6386’s symbol. Addendum 6386: Object # Description Effect Location and Recovery SCP-6386-001 A miniature Scranton Reality Anchor, Standard Foundation Issue. Approx. 20 centimeters in length and 5 centimeters in circumference. Upon being turned on, it projects a beam of slightly green light that slightly increases the local Hume level. See Addendum 6386.1 For details SCP-6386-002 A white, standard-issue pill bottle with the seal broken. A label on the front reads "moar speed pils by dado" in a 12pnt black comic sans font, and SCP-6386's symbol right next to it. The bottle contains30 27 white unmarked pills. Their material composition appears to be roughly 4 parts glucose, 1 part methamphetamine, 1 part bone, and 2 parts one (1) unidentified substance. Upon consumption of one (1) pill with approximately four hundred (400) millliters of water, the subject will have their running speed increase by anywhere from 200% to over 1000% percent. In one test, D-38956 ran over 220 kmph Found at a yard sale in St. Louis, Missouri on 1/4/2013 costing Agent Jefferies $2.50. SCP-6386-014 A single standard short hook lockpick with a black handle and appears to be primarily composed of solidified mercury. How this is possible is currently poorly understood. SCP-6386 symbol is engraved on the handle. Upon being placed on a locking mechanism, SCP-6386-014, unlocks it via anomalous means. This includes mechanical locks, electronic locks, and locks of a thaumaturgic or anomalous nature. Retrieved by Field Agents Gertrude and Ulrich after the report of a set of break-ins to high-security vaults in Nantes, France on 5/8/2015. Upon apprehension, the subject claimed he purchased SCP-6386-014 at a garage sale and that the proprietor had no idea where it could be from. SCP-6386-038 A wooden arrow approximately 75 centimeters, with a stone arrowhead and standard Inuit fletching. Has SCP-6386-A’s symbol on the shaft. Whenever placed next to an object that can launch a similar projectile, the arrowhead glows. In this glowing state, will transport anything that it touches to an unknown location after reaching a speed of more than 30 km/h. Found on 8/27/2017 by Dr. Sacher at a garage sale in Edmonton, Canada. The proprietor of the sale was selling, along with other things, her collection of Inuit antiques, although she claimed to have no idea where SCP-6386-038 came from. SCP-6386-051 A large, red, encyclopedia, with a cover in Ortothan along with glyphs in Ancient Egyptian and Greek, along with two (2) previously undocumented languages of unknown origin. The title reads A Traveler's Guide to the Mystical. SCP-6386's symbol is branded on the back. The book contains numerous thaumaturgical rituals and kinetoglyphs, most of which were previously undocumented by the Foundation. It also contains pictures and descriptions of anomalous creatures, 4 of which have SCP classifications. Obtained by Kappa-12 on a “garage sale day” in Portland, Oregon on 2/19/2017. The proprietor of the sale claimed it was given to her by “a nice young man outside of the Walmart” when she was buying garage sale signs. She claimed he had dark hair and blue eyes. First known instance of SCP-6386-A. SCP-6386-126 An electrum amulet roughly 8 centimeters in diameter with a ruby in the center. Glyphs of an unknown language are etched on its surface. The cord is made from the sinew of a Sus scrofa davidi1. Upon being “fed” 10 grams of living or non-living animal flesh (preferably human or pig), it will summon a number of either Tartarean, Dux, or Marquis-class demonic entities. Recovered by MTFs Kappa-6 (“Bargain Hunters”) and Mu-0 (“Maxwell’s Demons”) on 3/30/2018. See Incident Report 6386-126 for more details. SCP-6386-370 A 1-meter tall marble bust of former US President George Washington. Matches no known depictions. The statue occasionally becomes animate and talks. In this state, it cannot be damaged and will repair all damage done to it. It will do so at random times or whenever a conversation about politics, government, patriotism, or US history arises. It has been described as “polite”, “open-minded”, and “nice, if a bit patriotic” by Foundation personnel. Found on 8/9/2021 by Agents Brown and Andromeda in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA after hearing reports of a talking statue. The owner claimed to get it from a garage sale and “didn’t know it did that when I got it”. All subjects administered Class-A amnestics. Addendum 6386.3: On 5/27/2020 Site Director ████████ Brown was visited by SCP-6386-A on his way to his car from buying a plastic foldable table for a yard sale scheduled to happen on 5/30/2018. The interaction is documented below. Video evidence was confiscated by the Foundation and all security personnel were amnesticized. Interviewed: SCP-6386-A Interviewer: Site Director Brown <Begin Log, 15:24 > [SCP-6386-A manifests 10 meters behind Director Brown] SCP 6386-A: Hey ████████, wait up! [Director Brown turns around and sees SCP-6386-A] Dir. Brown: Do I know you? SCP-6386-A: No. I have something for you though. Dir. Brown: Who are you? SCP-6386-A: Oh, just a messenger and a friendly protector. Dir. Brown: Bu— SCP-6386-A: If you keep asking questions like this, you're never going to get anywhere in life. Anyway, this is for you. [He puts his hand behind his back again and pulls out an item. Director Brown’s Hume Detector showed large fluctuations around this time.] You guys have been great at finding my objects so when I saw you were having a garage sale AND it was my thousandth item, I just had to give it to you. [SCP-6386-A hands Director Brown a blank DVD case.] SCP-6386-A: Welp, I got a game of Buul with Ixcacoa. Gotta run! [SCP-6386-A takes a step back and demanifests] Dir. Brown: What the hell? <End Log, 15:33> Closing Statement: Afterwards, SCP-6386-XXX instances expanded beyond garage sales to similar events such as: - Auctions - Thrift Stores - Antique Stores - Used Car Lots - Marshall, Carter, & Dark Events - Raffles Document 6386.1: Please enter Level 4/6386 security credentials Credentials accepted. Document 6386.1 was located inside SCP-6386-486. The contents are listed below. Congratulations! You've been selected as the 1,000th and Final precipitant of the Olympian Heroic Item Distribution™ Beta-Test. Your garage sale has been given a special object with mysterious powers! And thanks to the help of you and 999 other civilians, the Olympian Heroic Item Distribution™ is moving out of its beta test stage and on to the FULL RELEASE! It includes: * More Locations! * More Appearances from Hermes, God of Protectors, Merchants, and Thieves * New, more potent, mystical items! * And, of course, more sheep! Sincerely, Ἑρμῆς SCiPnet ID 53e0003c172aa988093770ab6bcab1df_1734915830 PASSWORD eb5e7cd406ac283202ee218a1939cac8_1734915830 Login Logout Date: 6-18-2018 To: 05-2 From: Senior Researcher Johnson Subject: SCP-6386 Look. We have a problem. Do you know how many SCP-6386-XXX objects we have in custody? Of course, you do. Just over 500. If document 6386.1 is to be believed, there are over 500 more out of Foundation custody. And more are appearing every day. More places, more countries, more civilians. Just this week, a dragon egg in Beijing, a flying sword in Reykjavik, and a 100,000 calorie energy bar from Boise. That last one's no joke. Let's face the facts. This needs to be stopped, sooner rather than later. Amping up Kappa-13 won't help either. I propose the creation of Provisional Task Force Gamma-28 ("Hera's Battalion") to locate, deter, and — if necessary — kill or otherwise incapacitate SCP-6386-A. I have attached the formation form beneath. Please consider carefully. Sincerely, Researcher Johnson Petition For Formation of New MTF Designation: Provisional Task Force Gamma 29 "Hera's Battalion" Classification: (check one) two [X] M (Combat) [ ] C (Containment) [ ] G (Engineering) [ ] E (Esoteric) [X] T (Tracking) [ ] U (Undercover) Mission Statement: Provisional Task Force Gamma-29: "Hera's Battalion" will attempt to locate SCP-6386-A and deter the creation of SCP-6386-XXX objects by any means necessary. Task Force Organization: The task force will be composed of twenty-four (24) field agents that regularly monitor garage sales with the help of MTF Kappa-12 ("Bargain Hunters") and track any appearances of SCP-6386-A, hosting their own "sting" garage sales if necessary. It will be led by two (2) Senior field agents, each with their own unit of twelve (12) agents. PTF Gamma-28 will be under the command of Senior Researcher Johnson and will get their assignments directly from them. Personel: The main force of the PTF will be composed of twenty-four (24) field agents recruited from MTFs with either tracking or combat experience, specifically against thaumaturgists or reality benders (for example, MTF Lambada-5 "White Rabbits", MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down", or MTF Beta-777 "Hectate's Spear"). Agents with Class 1 or 2 reality-bending abilities and/or thaumaturgic abilities will be greatly beneficial for the creation of this team, although not strictly necessary. Two (2) Senior Field Agents from similar backgrounds and experience with leading MTF or MTF squadrons will also be necessary. Each Senior Field Agent will control a squadron of twelve (12) Field Agents. Specialized Equipment: PTF Gamma-28 will require access to worldwide transport, including — but not limited to — helicopters, jets, humvees, Armored Attack Vehicles, and ATVs. Provisional Task Force Gamma-28 will also need access to Foundation satellites for the purpose of tracking SCP-6386-A and SCP-6386-XXX objects. Each individual member of Gamma-28 will also require a heavy-arms tactical kit, a GI survival pack (In case of emergencies), and one (1) WSRA (Weaponized Scranton Reality Anchor). Date: 6-21-2018 To: Senior Researcher Johnson From: 05-2 Subject: Re: SCP-6386 Mx. Johnson, I have taken your proposal into consideration. SCP-6386 is a growing concern. However, the budget remains an issue. I am instead granting you control of 1 squadron of 5 Agents and one Senior Field Agent. Transportation will also be limited as of further notice. If deemed necessary, PTF Gamma-28 will expand to the full parameters outlined in your petition. You may handpick the members of your squadron from any Task Force under Foundation control. I will expect you to take full responsibility for any failures this team may cause. Sincerely, 05-2 Footnotes 1. Central Asian Boar
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SCP-6387
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neutralized
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Site of SCP-6387's discovery. Item #: SCP-6387 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6387's remains are currently preserved in Site-44's Biological Abnormalities Containment Wing pending further study. Description: SCP-6387 was an anomalous humanoid neutralized in Virginia in 1923. Physically, SCP-6387 stood at two meters tall, with luminous eyes and thin, translucent skin. Subject was hairless, with tapered ears and cloven, hoof-like feet; no reproductive organs were present. SCP-6387's hands, disproportionately large, each possessed four digits with protruding claws measuring 6 cm in length. Whether or not SCP-6387 was sapient remains unknown. SCP-6387 was first sighted in Oakland Cemetery on October 15, 1923. Shortly after midnight, 50-year-old groundskeeper Joseph Rutledge awoke to the sound of an intruder. Initially suspecting grave robbers, Rutledge set out to investigate, whereupon he discovered SCP-6387 digging furiously at the site of a fresh burial plot. Startled, Rutledge shot SCP-6387 twice in the chest with a .38 Smith & Wesson revolver. Subject expired instantly, with Rutledge later informing the civilian authorities. Agents embedded in the local police force subsequently alerted the Foundation to suspected extranormal activity. SCP-6387's remains were transported to Site-44 for research, with amnestics administered to all witnesses. The grave targeted by SCP-6387 was exhumed, and found to contain the remains of 24-year-old milkmaid Charlotte Abernathy, who was reported to have died following an epileptic seizure the previous morning. The casket's interior exhibited numerous prominent scratch marks; cause of death was deemed suffocation. Ms. Abernathy was reburied without further incident. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6387" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6387. 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-6387.jpeg Name: St Peter's Catholic cemetery, Suquamish (CURTIS 974).jpeg Author: Asahel Curtis License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6388
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neutralized
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It Comes From Outer Space! 2/6388 LEVEL 2/6388 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6388 Neutralized SCP-6388 Special Containment Procedure: Multiple tents have been placed around SCP-6388-A for studying it without the use of moving it. The area surrounding SCP-6388-A is now classified as Temporary Site-529. SCP-6388 has been moved to Site-441 for dissection and study. Description: SCP-6388 refers to a sapient humanoid entity with bright green coloration skin, long and thin limbs, a spherical head, and two large black eyes without any pupils. SCP-6388 was found deceased near SCP-6388-A, which is believed to be its vehicle. SCP-6388-A is the wreckage of an extra-universal spaceship. SCP-6388-A resembles an oval and flat space shuttle and includes two headlights, a round dome made out of an unknown material resembling green glass, and four long-hinged iron rods to hold the ship to the ground. Every attempt to forcefully open SCP-6388-A to access the inside has been inconclusive. Addendum-6388.1: SCP-6388-A is believed to have crashed on 1979/10/08 at night, near a farm in Caddo Mills, Texas. William Miller is believed to be the first to find both anomalies. He was later found by his brother John Miller, the farm owner, with both of his arms dislocated by unknown means. A Department of Extraterrestrial Intelligence member interviewed John Miller at Temporary Site-529, as William Miller suffered an emotional shock too deep to communicate with him. Interviewed: John Miller Interviewer: Dr. Aurore Kalister <Begin Log> Dr. Kalister: Hello, Mr. Miller. Miller: (points at the recording device) This recording? Are you guys going to ask me questions again? Dr. Kalister: Yes and yes. I'm asking you about what happened that night. Miller: …What d'you want to know? Dr. Kalister: When you first heard the crash, where were you? Miller: I was jus' sleepin' in my lounge room when I heard something passing above our heads and hitting the ground hard close. With a loud "boom" and everything. It even wakes up my brother. I can see something smoking in the middle of our field from the window. William is curious, so he goes out. After about 30 minutes, I'm beginning to wonder what was he doing. I want to go check out for that thing, so I grab my shotgun and jacket, but my wife stops me and tells me that it's too darn dangerous. But my brother is everything, and I want to make sure he is okay. I go check out for that thing. Dr. Kalister: And after that? Miller: After I go out, gun in hand ready to fire, I approach the smoking thing. I approach it, slowly revealing itself to be an alien ship! Round and scary like everything in the comics and movies! But I'm not scared. I just grip my shotgun even harder. I approach the engine, and I found my brother. He is still alive, but both of his arms are atrocious. They were placed mid-air and weirdly twisted, looking like a bike handle. He didn't wanna talk. By any chance, is he okay now? Dr. Kalister: He is treated and is good. Do not worry. Miller: Good, so, while I try to comfort my poor brother, I search for the thing that could have made this. It's only when I look around that I finally see that little green bitch! So I quickly aim at it and shoot it. That bastard didn't have time to react. It was on the ground, sleeping or somethin'. After that, my wife called the police, and now you folks are here. Dr. Kalister: So you killed it? Miller: 'Course I did. It surely didn't move after that. Dr. Kalister: Well, you've said it was already on the ground when you found it, probably sleeping, right? Miller: That's right. Dr. Kalister: Have you, John, considered that the alien was already deceased when you first found it? Miller: I… I huh. Dr. Kalister: Dead, even before you shot it? Miller: …No that— That can't be. Then who did— (A large sound of a huge mass moving quickly and pushing off trees is heard passing close to the tent.) Miller: What in tarnation was that?! (The emergency alarm of the Site rings) Dr. Kalister: I… I have no idea. Follow me; we'll keep you in a safe place at the moment. This interview is terminated. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the rest of the day, John McMiller was interviewed by Foundation agents and tested to make sure no abnormality affected McMiller. At the same time, SCP-6388 was being dissected by the Department of Extraterrestrial Intelligence specialists at Site-44. Addendum-6388.2: Dissection of SCP-6388 result. AUTOPSY #41192 1979/10/09 Subject: SCP-6388 Medical Specialist: Dr. Jonathan Ferb Autopsy Notes: The skin is cold and smooth to the touch. The neck and torso show no signs of injury or trauma, but small bumps are noticed without visible blood on the head and extremities. The eyes seem to be made of a material resembling black glass, and a crack is visible on one of them. John McMiller's bullet did not pierce the torso cage. Instead, the bullet rebounded onto SCP-6388's body, leaving only a faint impact trace. Now on to the internal examination. The subject's previous X-rays show several enormous vessels resembling wires possibly transporting blood. No brain or digestive system is present throughout the body; instead, a big mass is seen in the middle of the torso, connecting to all the veins. A Y incision was first performed on the torso, which was deemed unsuccessful as the scalpel couldn't penetrate the skin. Multiple instruments were used to try and pierce through the skin, but it wasn't until a chainsaw was used that a rough Y incision could be made. No blood or liquid was noticed coming out during the entire dissection. During the brief internal examination, it was observed that the mass on the X-ray appeared to be a huge metallic organ acting similarly to a heart. All veins are connected to the organ by what seems to be wires and hoses. Said organ couldn't be opened and analyzed at the time due to Incident-6388.1. Incident-6388.1: The following transcription of events below occurred on 1979/10/08, later at night. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] The sound of something charging up is reported at Temporary Site-529. No researcher heard the sound; it was later discovered via surveillance camera, but it did not film where the sound came from. [00:06] The voice of an unknown entity is heard from the camera. The voice is indistinct since it is far away, but it seems to be angry. [00:18] The sound of a large object moving quickly is heard by a Temporary Site-529 researcher. Agents are sent out. [00:35] Agents are searching for the sound's source. They find that SCP-6388 has disappeared, leaving behind a hole that the craft dug previously during its impact. [00:39] Other agents searching around the area discover that a bunch of trees have been destroyed or pushed away by a big moving mass. The ruined trees form a pathway heading towards where Site-44 is located, about 1400 meters away. [01:00] A level 3 breach is announced, and Site-44 is alerted. [01:29] The huge moving mass is reported having rushed into the house of John Miller, along with the same for other houses close to this location. Luckily, no one was injured, as most habitants of these houses were moved into Temporary Site-529 for more info about SCP-6388. The unknown entity is believed to be 1000 meters away from Site-44. [01:38] An anomalous remotely controllable tank utilised by the Foundation for Containment Breach for attacks has been deployed along the pathway to try to stop the moving entity in case it attacks Site-44. [02:02] A civilian driving on P. Jefferson Road, 700 meters from Site-44, reports having seen a huge moving metallic creature without any recognizable body or head but moving with spider-like legs. The creature emitted light and seemed to be grumbling something. [02:45] The camera placed on the anomalous tank sent out by Site-41 shows the tank being attacked by the entity, terminating all communication with the vehicle. The entity is only seen in one recording frame but is too blurry to discern it. The tank was 250 meters in front of Site-44 by this time. [02:54] All agents scattered around Site-44 are attacking the entity. Firearms did not seem to damage the entity, and it passed through the mob. [02:59] The entity enters Wing C of Site-44. It reveals itself to be SCP-6388-A, walking with the multiple hinged iron rods and using both headlights to look around the panicked researchers, apparently searching for something. It vocalizes sounds in an indiscernible voice in the [REDACTED] alien language from a panel under the headlights, which was later translated into English by specialists: "WHERE IS MY CAR?!" [03:04] SCP-6388-A still looks around in Site 44 and moves to Wing B of Site-44. It yells: "I DO ONE CRASH ON A STUPID PLANET AND IT'S POPULATED BY 'INTELLIGENT' SPECIES LOOKING LIKE DECOLORED CARS, WHAT A LUCK!!". [03:43] It then moves to Wing A, where SCP-6388 is located. It continues to yell: "I HOPE YOU FUCKERS DIDN'T TOUCH MY BABY!" [04:04] It enters the medical section of Wing A. Finding SCP-6388 with the chest opened, it screams, "NO! NO, YOU DID NOT! WHO?! WHO DID THIS?!" The two headlights then turn in the direction of Dr. Ferb, which did the dissection previously. "YOU!" [04:10] Two long metal arms with pliers at the tip protrude from holes that have just opened in the side of SCP-6388-A; both pliers grab the researcher from the shoulders and lift him. "YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THESE THINGS COST!? YOU— FUCK IT. YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!" It then throws Dr. Ferb to the other side of the room, knocking him unconscious. [04:30] SCP-6388-A approaches SCP-6388. More arms with pliers are coming out of holes; some of these arms appear to be holding unknown tools at their tips. They all seem to be healing SCP-6388 by closing the chest wound. [04:42] Other agents enter the medical room and fire at SCP-6388-A, which still seems to be unaffected. After a moment, it successfully closes the wound of SCP-6388. "GO FUCK ALL OF YOU [insult]2" [04:53] The pliers rotate SCP-6388 facedown, then both arms of SCP-6388 are rotated 270 degrees upwards, and the lower part of the arm rotates 220 degrees. Two pliers then hold the arms like a steering wheel while the rest retract back into the body's entity. SCP-6388-A jumps on the back of SCP-6388. [05:08] SCP-6388-A presses the back of the head of SCP-6388, which then makes a roaring sound and is lifted off the operation table by unknown means. The eyes of SCP-6388 are seen emitting light. It rushes into the nearby wall, going through it and outside. "GOODBYE TO ALL OF YOU FUCKERS! I HOPE I'LL NEVER SEE YOUR STUPID PLANET AGAIN!" SCP-6388-A and SCP-6388 drive up in the sky and then out of Earth. Since this event, they were never seen again. [END LOG] A reclassification of SCP-6388 to Keter and an update to the description of the file is pending. Footnotes 1. Main Site for the Department of Extraterrestrial Intelligence 2. Untranslatable, believed to be an insult describing the human race as a whole. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6388" by Felixou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6388. 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. Thumbnail File: OuterSpace.jpg Author: Felixou License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6388 Filename: alien.jpg Name: File:Ufo museum, diyarbakir.jpg Author: Hedda Gabler License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6389
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thaumiel
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Agisuru and Tstaffor You can check out more of our works here: Agisuru's Very Cool Author Page Tstaffor's Isolated Containment Terminal NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following anomaly is contained within SCP-5389-B. Due to both this and the anomaly's apparent obsession with SCP-5389, it is strongly advised that personnel familiarize themselves with SCP-5389 prior to working with SCP-6389 — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6389 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures SCP-6389's access to the Foundation database is to be revoked as soon as possible. Until this measure has been enacted, containment efforts are to focus on cataloguing and undoing changes made by SCP-6389. As the anomalous properties of SCP-6389 only seem to pertain to official Foundation documentation, SCP-6389 is at this time still authorized for use with unrelated texts. Description SCP-6389 is a Foundation AI operating under the codename "Sculptor-Hypnos". Its primary function prior to emergence of anomalous properties was to correct vandalized or otherwise damaged texts. While it was mainly employed to correct Foundation documents that were altered by anomalous means, it was also capable of recreating damaged or partially deleted texts. For example, SCP-6389 was instrumental in recovering journal entries pertaining to SCP-6918. SCP-6389 is hosted on a server in former Secure Foundation Facility Site-109, now designated SCP-5389-B. SCP-6389 remains accessible through Foundation intranet services, but attempts to assess the status of the server on which SCP-6389 is hosted have been unsuccessful. Following the events of April 13th, 2018, network access to computers within SCP-5389-B, including the terminal hosting SCP-6389, was lost. Network activity from SCP-5389-B resumed the following week on April 21st. At this time, SCP-6389 resumed normal operation, repairing Foundation documents that had been vandalized during its absence. SCP-6389 drew further Foundation attention with a string of bizarre, out-of-place footnotes left on affected documents. Due to the unknown method by which SCP-5389-B regained access to Foundation intranet and the rogue status of the Sculptor-Hypnos AI, it was designated SCP-6389 in the following days. Addendum: Selection of Edits Made by SCP-6389 Note: edits made by SCP-6389 have been reverted unless otherwise noted. Affected Document Summary of Document Edit(s) Made by SCP-6389 SCP-████ A set of scuba-diving gear including wetsuit, fins, and a mask, albeit lacking a rebreather. When worn, individuals become capable of breathing underwater at the cost of being unable to breathe air. Effects typically lasted 4 days for every hour SCP-████ was worn. Believed to have been destroyed in the collapse of SCP-5389-B. Added "ability to understand SCP-5389-A communication" to the effects granted to wearers of SCP-████. Stated the anomaly to be "a tool with which people can be brought into His domain". Edits mostly reverted, but SCP-6389 refuses to allow anomaly to be reclassified as "Neutralized". SCP-3700 An area of ocean surrounding the archipelagos of Faroe, Orkney, and Shetland. Meteorological and biological activity in this region is strongly influenced by the outcome of a recurring battle between two giant anomalous creatures, designated SCP-3700-1 and SCP-3700-2. Repeatedly inserted references to a third entity stated to be "observing the conflict of its peers". Entity is described as being in its infancy and feeding upon the energy created by clashing of SCP-3700-1 and SCP-3700-2. The final edit made by SCP-6389 to SCP-3700 documentation stated this entity to be "scavenging the corpse of SCP-3700-1" despite the fact that neither combatant left behind any remains. SCP-4700 A designation for a number of submersible vehicles serving as the home of Homo aqueous, also known as the Finnfolk. Notably, SCP-4700-1 is the only vehicle currently in a completed state, and resembles a colossal Coenobita brevimanus crab. Made reference to a "parasite" aboard SCP-4700-1 during initial exploration log, describing it as feeding upon the vehicle itself. Mentions of the "parasite" usually followed appearances of SCP-3456 instances, though the two were never described to interact. Furthermore, the "parasite" was stated to have a hatred of the Finnfolk. It is implied that the Finnfolk were not only aware of this "parasite", but had been actively working to eliminate it. SCP-████ An anomalous armament recovered from SCP-4700-1 resembling a lance. Capable of producing blasts of energy of immense power. Believed to have been destroyed in the collapse of SCP-5389-B. Replaced all instances of "SCP-████" with the phrase "tool of vain defiance". Added detailed descriptions of the damage the anomaly could inflict on various parts of SCP-4700-1, ending with the assertion that "turning their tools against them will instill rightful fear of He Who Howls Beneath the Waves". No evidence exists that SCP-4700-1 has ever suffered such damage. Edits mostly reverted, but SCP-6389 refuses to allow anomaly to be reclassified as "Neutralized". SCP-████ A species of sea cucumber ten times larger than the average non-anomalous sea cucumber. Able to catch and devour prey through a large mouth that opens along their backs. Currently uncontained by the Foundation due to their integration into the food chain and low risk to the breaking of the veil. Changed all instances of "SCP-████" to instead read "His portent, His harbingers". SCP-6389 then edited the document a second time, adding "Speaking His name" as an alternative method by which SCP-████ reproduce. A final addendum was added that stated "knowledge condemns you; let it be His burden to bear instead. Live in blissful ignorance beneath the waves." YOU ARE VIEWING THE MOST RECENT VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT. CLICK HERE TO VIEW PREVIOUS DOCUMENTATION.
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SCP-6390
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keter
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Item#: 6390 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Reports of autophagy and violent crimes with cannibalistic elements are to be investigated as potential occurrences of SCP-6390. Persons affected by SCP-6390 outside of controlled environments are to be detained indefinitely. Description: SCP-6390 is a novel neurological condition which causes affected organisms to conflate feelings of affection1 with hunger and appetite. The consumption of living tissue temporarily suppresses the edacity caused by SCP-6390. SCP-6390 is equally likely to affect all sexualities and demographics. SCP-6390 exclusively affects members of the taxonomic class mammalia. SCP-6390 appears spontaneously in eligible populations; having one or more intimate relationships, whether platonic or romantic, is a prerequisite for the development of the disease. Prolonged socialisation with carriers of SCP-6390 weakly correlates with its appearance in affected individuals, indicating that there is some memetic component in its etiology. Addendum 6390.1: Discovery SCP-6390's first recorded appearance occurred on the 25th of June, 1990, in the Royal Melbourne Hospital's maternity ward. There were four casualties, two adult. A post-hoc analysis of similar incidents led to the eventual classification of the anomaly. Addendum 6390.2: Case Study + Access fileserv:/S:/6390/fileserv/casestudy - ACCESS GRANTED The following documents are believed to contain information about progression of the SCP-6390 condition as well as details about the actions taken by one or more of its infectees. Confirming its presence has proven to be impossible due to all parties being unavailable for study. Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 12/11/21, 1:34am Recipient: BSc Evelyn Sophia Retherford, Department of Epidemiology, Site-127 Caller: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth, Director of Medicine and Biological Research, Site-127 Caller: You’re not returning my calls. Did something happen to you? Caller: You should come home. Are you back at your mother’s again? It isn’t fair to her for you to keep crashing at her place. Caller: You’re making me worry, honey. Please don’t do anything rash. [Call ends] Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 12/11/21, 11:56am Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: I saw that you tried to contact site dispatch last night. Were you trying to report me? You know there are people in our department who’d use that as an excuse to hurt us. Out of jealousy, no less. Caller: I know that you haven’t checked into a hospital yet. Don’t let that cut get gangrenous. I know it seems like I was trying to hurt you but the truth is that you just got in the way. I didn’t mean it. You know I’d never lie to you. [Silence] Caller: This is a relationship. When things go sour, the first people that we should trust to help us are each other. Don’t be a bad friend to me. Please. [Call ends] Excerpt from police report “keene.121121.07A-KD” Date of Occurrence: 12th of November, 2021 Synopsis: Ana Asakku (F, 25) was approached by an unidentified adult female while at the Kilkenny Pub (82 Main St) at around 4:15pm. The suspect did not identify herself and made polite but flirtatious conversation, according to Ms. Asakku. After being propositioned, Asakku allowed the unknown individual to follow her home. The suspect was described as being excessively intimate, which Asakku attributed to a state of intoxication. During a moment of close physical contact, the suspect unexpectedly assaulted Asakku by tearing at her shoulder and cheeks her teeth, after which she ‘suckled’ upon the victim’s open wounds, drawing out an amount of blood. Asakku lapsed into unconsciousness at this point and was discovered at 6:03pm by her roommate. Followup: Investigation discontinued (Code M22) Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 12/11/21, 8:33pm Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: I haven’t slept since yesterday morning, I can’t stop worrying about you. It's not healthy but I just can't help it. Caller: I’ve told everyone in the department what’s going on and they’re pretty much in agreement that you’re overreacting. I understand, though. Your emotions can get the better of you, and I'm okay with that. That's why you love me, right? Caller: You don’t have many acquaintances outside of work. If you’re not talking to your coworkers or to me, you must be venting to your exes and school-friends. Those relationships were toxic. You shouldn’t burden them with your personal drama. Caller: You can’t survive on your own. When I first met you, you were reclusive, depressing, antisocial. The rest of the lab wrote you off as a wastrel. It took so much effort on my part to get them to respect you. Caller: Some of them call themselves your friends now; they’re all so self-righteous. They only care about you because they think it’ll earn them favour with me. I’m the only person in the world that you have and all I want to do is make amends. Caller: I’m trying to help you, Evelyn. Come home. [Call ends] Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 13/11/21, 4:46am Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Caller: Nobody else sees it. Nobody else cares about you like I do. Caller: I can’t get you out of my head. I want to see you again, to hear your voice. Evelyn, I miss you so bad. Caller: It’s not over, is it? It can’t be. I’ve done so much for you. [Pause] Caller: Your blood is still on the carpet. Caller: It tastes like you. [Call ends] Excerpt from police report “keene.131121.26A-KD” Date of Occurrence: 13th of November, 2021 Synopsis: The body of Diana Gold (F, 27) was discovered in her vehicle at 6:23am by John Locksley (M, 56) as he was passing through Jamaica Cres, Jamaica Park. According to testimony by one of Gold’s acquaintances, Fiona Proasheck (F, 27), the two women had spent the night frequenting bars and leisure establishments. While drinking at the Raven & Sitch nightclub, Gold encountered a woman whom Proasheck described as being ‘roughly [her] age, tall and dressed like she was going to work’. This woman, the suspect, stayed with Gold for the rest of the night and made repeated advances on both Gold and Proasheck, the former of whom responded with enthusiasm. Proasheck noticed faint red stains on the suspect’s collar and the periphery of her sleeves but declined to comment. At 1:36am, Proasheck decided to return to her place of residence, leaving Gold with the suspect. The victim’s tongue was traumatically severed at its root and a large amount of flesh was avulsed from her lips and gums. Traces of facial cosmetics foreign to the victim were found on the intact surfaces around her mouth. Death occurred by exsanguination at approximately 2:05am. Followup: Investigation discontinued (Code M22) Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 13/11/21, 6:08pm Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: I love you, Evelyn. I love you so much. Talk to me. Send me a photo, let me know you’re okay, anything at all. Caller: I’m watching old videos of us. I’m sleeping with one of your shirts tucked under my pillow. I want you so bad. I can’t stand the craving. Caller: You have no idea how it feels to be deprived like this. [Call ends] Transcript of a voicemail Date and Time: 14/11/21, 8:44pm Recipient: BSc E.S. Retherford Caller: Dr J. Vanth Caller: You weren’t at your mother’s place. But… I saw your bed. It has your aroma. Fresh. [Long pause. Moist popping.] Caller: She isn’t like you at all. Caller: [Brief, sharp inhalation.] I need you so badly. [Call ends] Excerpt from police report “keene.141121.13A-KD” Date of Occurrence: 14th of November, 2021 Synopsis: The body of Avery Retherford (F, 49) was discovered by Officer Mills in her residence after her neighbour, Edgar Wheyton (M, 30), called the station in order to report what he believed to be the silhouette of a body visible through the house’s kitchen window. Sections of the victim’s body had been precisely removed using a sharp implement. Notably, tissue of the hands and adipose of the calves. Though some of the removed material could not be accounted for, several large chunks of macerated flesh belonging to the victim were found inside a wastebasket in the bathroom, coated in human saliva. An incision was made along the victim’s wrist. Shallow tooth marks were found around the wound, alongside an unusual blood smearing pattern. Generally, the wounds on the victim’s body are consistent with those generated by an individual with a moderate degree of surgical skill and anatomical finesse, with few to no instances of purposeless or otherwise disorganised trauma. The victim was killed by a deep stab wound to the throat, made while sitting down and presumably facing her attacker. The front door was also unlocked, with no indication of a break-in. Followup: Investigation discontinued (Code M22) Transcript of “ereth730306.mp4” Date and Time: 14/11/21, 11:36pm Duration: 1:13:03 Interlocutors: BSc E.S. Retherford, Dr J. Vanth [The film occurs from the perspective of Retherford's cell phone, tucked into her breast pocket. It depicts a river and the railing of a small stone bridge. It is night time, and raining. The area is heavily forested and no buildings are visible. Retherford is standing outside of a car. For upwards of an hour, the perspective does not shift.] Vanth: There you are. [The camera pivots toward the figure of Dr Vanth, who is standing at one end of the bridge. She is holding an umbrella and wearing opaque gloves. Retherford inhales deeply.] Vanth: It was easy enough to find you, after you stole my car. The police were only too happy to help. [Retherford grasps her forearm, which comes into frame briefly. It is covered in bandages.] Vanth: Don’t be like that. You've done worse to me. [The camera moves away from Vanth, who takes a step forward.] Vanth: Stop running. You’re an awful spouse, you know that? You don’t listen, you don’t want to reconcile, you just go on these ridiculous runaways. What are you, eight years old? And you came back to the bridge where we had our first kiss, of all places. I know you’re still thinking about me. [Vanth furls her umbrella and takes off her gloves. A dark red substance is visible beneath her fingernails.] Vanth: You’re gorgeous, Evelyn. Such a sweet and flavoursome person. [Retherford draws a steak knife and points it at Vanth.] Vanth: I can see that you’re thinking about it. But once I’m gone, what’ll happen to you? [Vanth continues to walk forward.] Vanth: You have nobody to rely on now. Nobody but me. [Vanth places the tip of her sternum against the end of Retherford’s knife. She gently pushes the blade aside.] Vanth: I really do love you. [Retherford lowers her weapon and weeps softly. She embraces Vanth for several seconds. The camera lens is obscured by clothing and hair. Vanth emits a quiet gasp, which is followed by a wet tearing noise and a shuffle of fabric. The video abruptly ends at this point.] Dr Vanth’s remains were found on Route 6B in Delamere Forest, Cheshire alongside her mobile device. Large amounts of flesh had been crudely removed from her lips, cheeks and upper torso, with tooth marks found in her finger bones and jaw. ~2 grams of oral musculature2 with genetic markers belonging to Retherford were found inside her mouth. Retherford herself could not be located. Autopsy of Dr Vanth’s body discovered that at the time of her death, there were severely elevated levels of dopamine and serotonin in her brain. Footnotes 1. Including but not limited to: sexual attraction, romantic interest, familial love and platonic attachment. 2. The muscles of the tongue. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6390" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6390. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Item#: 6391 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Samples of SCP-6391 are to be kept in Site-125’s high-risk biological containment wing. Organisms and personnel suspected to have come into contact with SCP-6391 are to be quarantined for a period lasting no fewer than 7 days or incinerated as the situation demands. SCP-6391 colonies are to be destroyed using incendiary weapons and their surroundings treated with ionising radiation. Detection of SCP-6391 may be performed by dousing surfaces suspected of being contaminated with unpasteurized milk or blood. A colony of SCP-6391 created by exposure to a thin film of blood. Description: SCP-6391 is a class of proteins which are capable of intersecting themselves, enabling them to take on extremely energetically favourable conformations. Furthermore, they are capable of transferring this property to other nearby proteins. In a lab environment, neighbouring instances of SCP-6391 will bind to one another and form striated, fibrous structures. SCP-6391 acts similarly to a prion and will, upon entering an animal’s body, replace their internal organs with a homogenous mass of further instances of SCP-6391, displacing any bodily fluids in the process. Infected animals retain all preexisting faculties but exhibit noticeably different behavioural patterns once the brain has been replaced by a corresponding mass of SCP-6391. After the complete consumption of all internal organs, the infected animal will enter a dormant state and strands of SCP-6391 will emerge from its body, anchoring the mass to nearby hardpoints before eventually breaking apart the animal’s skin. At this point, the mass becomes a ‘colony’ of SCP-6391, a macroscopic quantity of SCP-6391 which exists outside of a living organism. Infection may occur via physical contact with a colony or through the entry of an infected animal’s tissues into an uninfected individual’s bloodstream or gastrointestinal tract. Colonies of SCP-6391 are white, sterile and fibrous, resembling spiderwebs. They are correspondingly lightweight and highly durable. Furthermore, SCP-6391 fibres are capable of contracting and expanding, exerting force in a manner similar to animalian muscular tissue. SCP-6391 documentation is pending review by Dr Sayuri Kataigida in light of recent revelations. Addendum 6391.1, Exploration Log 6391.2: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/exlog2 - ACCESS GRANTED Date & Time: 07/01/2021, 12:37am Personnel: Performed in person by Agent Aveta Divona with oversight provided by Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Location: ██ ███████ Lane, ████████, Chukotka Autonomous Okrug, Russia Notes: Communication between Divona and Kataigida occurred in English. All other speech is translated from Russian. [Begin transcript] Divona: Can you hear me? Kataigida: Loud and clear. Might I just add that you look quite silly with your phone taped to your shoulder? I thought you former MTF types would look cooler. Divona: Appearance means nothing. Besides, this is the best I can do under the circumstances; my body camera is broken. [Divona’s camera feed activates. It depicts a corridor on the second floor of an apartment block. Divona is standing in front of room 9. She knocks on the door twice. After several seconds, the viewport is opened and immediately closed. Shortly thereafter, an old woman (Female Tenant) opens the door.] Divona: Sorry I’m late, Kisa. Female Tenant: There’s no need to apologise, Aveta, in fact I just got done with dinner. It’s been very lonely since my boy moved to the city; would you like to come in? Old Man Winter is in a stroppy mood tonight. Divona: That sounds lovely but I can’t right now. This is about the noise complaint? Female Tenant: Ah, yes, those lovebirds upstairs have been thumping like mad for almost two days now; I can hardly get any sleep. It’s for the best, perhaps. I’ve had the worst nightmares recently. Divona: The noise started two days ago? Female Tenant: The thumping began then, but even before that there was all sorts of racket! Moaning and groaning and slurping, just a cacophony. You could give them a stern talking to, right? Like your mother would give you when you were little. Divona: I’ll see what I can do. Take care, Kisa. Female Tenant: You too, Aveta. Ah- I must go, my buzhenina1 is burning without me. [The woman closes the door. Divona begins to move downstairs.] Kataigida: So is this more or less exciting than your old job? Divona: Excitement isn’t everything. Kataigida: Sure it isn't. I’d kill to be the first one inside an anomaly one of these days. Divona: Try transferring to a humanoid containment facility, I’m sure a reality bender would be glad to let you fulfil that dream. Kataigida: I’m not sure that would work. Biologically, I mean. Divona: You have fingers, don’t you? Kataigida: Pft. So what’s next, agent? Divona: If the noise really is coming from one of the rooms upstairs, I’ll have to speak to the landlord; I won’t be able to get in otherwise. [Divona moves to the first floor and knocks on the door to the landlord’s office. Several minutes go by before the door is answered by a short man (Landlord) in a sweater.] Landlord: Officer, whatever you’re here about, take it to my tenants. Divona: I just finished speaking to them, actually. I have a few questions. Are any of the rooms on the second storey of this building booked out? Landlord: Two and four. What’s it to you? Divona: One of your tenants recently filed a noise complaint. Landlord: Finally that fucking hag got the message and learned to take bullshit like this to the police. I pay my taxes, why should I have to deal with that shit-for-brains pig farmer? Divona: You already know what’s going on? Landlord: Of course. Every night it’s just that thump, thump, thump, like a heart beating next to your ear. It’s coming from room four. I’ll give you the roomkey; you can do your job and I can go back to bed. Divona: Before you do that, who’s currently staying in room four? Landlord: I already told you, the pig farmer! Clogs up the road every time he takes his hairy little shits out into the woods. Why should you care, I thought you’re just supposed to tell him off like a disobedient kid. Divona: I know who he is, I just need more information. Can you tell me when he got here? Landlord: Son of a bitch came to me a few nights ago looking bedraggled and pale. He told me that he needed a place to stay, at least for a week or so. I asked him whether he was here because his wife kicked him out of the house or something; he told me that he’d picked up a yeast infection from one of his pigs and he wanted a place to recover where he’d be away from his wife. [Muttered] Yeast infection my ass, you illiterate sack of shit. I hope you’re pleased with yourself. Divona: He looked sick? Landlord: He looked like a crackwhore’s cunt! He had dried blood all over his face, was white as a ghost and he kept looking like he was going to throw up while we were speaking to one another. Walked and talked just fine, though. I should’ve thrown him out but my pity got the better of me; I took his money and gave him the room. He couldn’t leave because of his disease of course so he paid me double to give him food, water and a copy of the newspaper every morning. Every day, he sounded a little more unhinged. Tired, desperate, pitiful, that sort of thing. At some point he asked me to go to the drugstore to buy him some medicine to help treat his infection. He was ordering enough drugs to kill a mule but he offered me a lot of money, so I didn’t ask any questions. Three days ago was when he stopped answering the door or taking his meals; that’s when the noise began. Divona: You haven’t entered his room since? Landlord: Of course not. I don’t want to catch whatever freaky shit he’s got. Divona: I think that’s all I need. Thank you for your time, sir. Landlord: Yeah yeah. [Landlord hands Divona a key and slams the door.] Kataigida: I bet it’s just a senile old fart down with the flu. [Divona proceeds upstairs. She pauses once she reaches room 14 and places a hand on the door. A persistent thumping sound can be heard. The camera shakes violently. She tries to turn the door handle but it jams.] Divona: The door isn’t locked but there’s something blocking it from behind. I’m going to need to break it down. Kataigida: Let’s hope the landlord doesn’t have anything to say about that. [Divona kicks the door. The latch violently snaps and the door, alongside a cabinet propped against it, shifts back. The room’s lighting fixtures are off and the windows are boarded up. She steps into the combination living room and kitchen. A pair of high boots and a coat, both covered in soil, have been placed in the middle of the room. The kitchen counter is covered in prescription medicines, primarily antifungal and antibiotic drugs. Divona moves closer to inspect the drugs.] Kataigida: Enough to kill a mule indeed. Divona: Do you think the resident might have a narcotics habit? Kataigida: Nystatin? Clotrimazole? Are you kidding? You couldn’t get high on any of this. Apparently our swine herding friend was just very sick and ill informed. Don’t touch anything, by the way. Anomaly or not, he was clearly down with something; could be infectious. [The camera pans over a number of dark stains on the carpet and far wall.] Divona: I’m seeing blood, emitted violently from multiple angles and locations. There’s no single large pool, so it’s likely that the source of the blood didn’t exsanguinate. Or at least, they died somewhere other than here. Kataigida: Two or three days old, by my estimation. [Pause.] That sound, is it coming from somewhere in the room? Divona: It’s to my left. In the bathroom, I think. It’s definitely at the same altitude. [Divona pushes open the bathroom door. A large, fibrous mass is attached to the far corner of the room, anchored in place by three white appendages. The mass periodically expands and contracts, causing the walls to flex. A large, roughly circular pool of blood is present underneath the mass. A man (Male Tenant) is standing in front of the mirror, examining himself. He appears to be in a state of emotional distress, shuddering and hyperventilating. There are black and purple marks around the circumference of his neck, weeping a thin yellow fluid. His collar and chin are covered in fresh blood. He is holding a lighter.] Kataigida: Well, there’s our anomaly. [Male Tenant retches and regurgitates approximately a cupful of red foam. He wipes it away with his sleeve. Divona places a hand on her sidearm.] Kataigida: Something’s wrong with his hands. Does he have knuckles? Divona: I… Kataigida: His entire body lacks definition. Look at his fingers, they’re like tubes stuffed with cotton rather than actual body parts. No wrinkles, no varicose veins, no hard protrusions, just sort of… circular and smooth. Not his head though, that’s normal. [Whispered] This is really cool. [Divona takes a sharp breath.] Kataigida: Aveta? Divona: Sorry, I thought I… recognised it, for a moment. Kataigida: He hasn’t noticed you yet. Get closer, I want to take a look at him. [Divona moves toward the man, who does not react to her presence. Male Tenant starts the lighter and waves it over the side of his neck. His discoloured skin blisters and cracks. An extremely viscous black substance emits from his wounds. A matrix of silken red threads are visible inside his body, as are a number of muscles. The threads darken and recede slightly. He whimpers. The fibrous mass contracts tightly.] Male Tenant: [Almost inaudibly] I can feel you curdling… burning in me, cosmic seeds planted beneath my skin… Kataigida: That thing inside of him, some kind of anomalous parasite, or maybe a fungus. [Male Tenant turns his head away from Divona, revealing that the skin on the previously unseen side of his neck has been traumatically removed. Much of it is charred and hanging from his body. Underneath, there is a patch of exposed, desiccated flesh. The posterior end of two of his vertebrae are visible, protruding from the back of his neck. Loosely packed white fibres are present below the line of burned skin.] Divona: He needs help. I’m going to try to get his attention. Kataigida: No, keep your distance. Did you hear a word of what I just said? Divona: [To Male Tenant] Hello? [Male Tenant slams the lighter against the counter. He leans over the basin, breathing heavily. The mass clenches.] Male Tenant: I’m not hungry. I’ll outlast you. You’ll starve inside me like a child in a dead womb… [Sobs] [Divona prods the man’s shoulder using a bathroom tile. He turns toward her, startled, and stumbles back. He slides on the floor and lands on his rear. His impact with the ground is unusually muffled and quiet. The mass begins pulsating at an increased rate.] Male Tenant: [Pained] There’s something inside me, it demands to be born. An ulcer, an ulcer on reality. I won’t let it out, you can’t let it come out! N- no! [A lump forms on Male Tenant’s collar measuring approximately 11cm across. It pulses upward through his head, causing his neck to bulge. There is a wet crackle, likely the sound of his esophageal cartilaginous tube collapsing. He clutches his stomach and regurgitates a mixture of blood, lymph and stomach acid. Divona reaches out toward the man but does not move any closer.] Kataigida: Don’t get any closer to him! Aveta! Divona: [To Kataigida] He needs attention! [To Male Tenant] Sir, what’s wrong? Talk to me! Male Tenant: [Wheezing, choking] [The man opens his mouth. White threads move up through his throat and propagate throughout his oral cavity. He attempts to speak but proves to be incapable of articulation. Divona moves closer, at which point he suddenly takes hold of her sidearm and fires it into his left eye. He falls to the ground and spasms for several seconds before going limp.] Kataigida: [Sigh], you pillock. [End transcript] Addendum 6391.2, Initial Study and Classification of SCP-6391: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/study - ACCESS GRANTED Proposal for SCP Designation, SCP-6391 From: Dr Sayuri Kataigida (pcs.tenpics|30ataks#pcs.tenpics|30ataks) To: The Office of Director Konstantin Byrne, Site-125 (pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid#pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid) Following Exploration Chuk.████.0059,2 two objects of note were recovered from the apartment of the late Cheslav Nikolayev, referred to as Civilian Male 2 in the transcript of the event. A partial list is as follows: - APD-A,3 a large fibrous mass composed of nonliving organic material discovered in the bathroom of Nikolayev’s apartment. - APD-B, the corpse of Nikolayev. In light of information gleaned from the study of APD-A and APD-B, I would like to request that an SCP slot be granted to a class of proteins found in both APD objects. These proteins are capable of anomalously intersecting and passing through themselves as well as transmitting this property to surrounding polypeptides. Attached below are the reports which I wrote following an initial examination of the two anomalies. Within them, I refer to substances known as spinneret proteins; these are the objects which I believe deserve SCP classification. Furthermore, while I leave any decisions made regarding the anomaly’s containment in the hands of the committee, it is my belief that the anomaly has not yet been fully eliminated from the wild. Nikolayev was a swineherd, meaning that he came into contact with livestock on a regular basis; livestock which provides nutrition for a significant portion of the local populace. In addition to this, it seems unlikely that the anomaly could have arisen spontaneously, given that it mirrors a disease or biological weapon in many regards; much of its behaviour is still poorly understood and there is no reason to believe that the formation of a colony is the final step in the progression of its pathogenic ‘lifecycle’. Without additional resources, determining whether further action should be taken or not will be infeasible. Study of APD-A (Abridged) Author: Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Results: The anomaly is a large, irregularly shaped organic body. It is composed of many adhesive white fibres, resembling spider silk. A leather dog collar and a layer of canine fur are embedded in its centre. APD-A weighs 16kg, has dimensions of around 1.4 x 1.0 x 1.3 metres and has a texture similar to a pillow or bedding mattress. When exposed to temperatures exceeding 380 degrees Kelvin, it blackens and decomposes. Elongated pockets of a black inorganic mineral are dispersed throughout the core of the object, the source of which is unclear. On a microscopic level, APD-A is composed of many branched protein microfibrils measuring 2-8 micrometres across. These proteins are highly variable in structure, size and sequence. However, they universally demonstrate a tendency to group together and form hydrophobic striated fibres. These proteins, dubbed spinneret proteins or simply spinnerets, underlie APD-A’s properties and were the cause for its formation. Spinnerets behave similarly to prions in that they can confer their unique three dimensional structures onto other proteins with the same amino acid sequence, i.e, they convert other proteins into further spinnerets. Spinnerets are highly resistant to cold-induced denaturation, remaining functional and infectious at temperatures as low as 140 degrees Kelvin. However, at temperatures exceeding 430K, a majority of the proteins which constitute the anomaly are destroyed. Spinnerets are also resistant to mild shifts in acidity, operating equally well in environments between pH 5.5 and 9.8. Generally, spinnerets exhibit a level of stability which is not found in naturally occurring proteins. While spinneret proteins themselves are extremely (albeit variably) dense, the structures which they form are lightweight and porous. A spinneret protein’s foremost anomalous property is its ability to intersect itself, allowing it to adopt extremely dense and energetically favourable configurations. This property spreads to proteins which the spinneret is within close proximity to, causing them to also collapse into this inert structural formation. The effects of spinneret proteins were tested on laboratory mice. Spinnerets, when injected into a living animal, form a colony near the site of injection, replacing neighbouring tissues and displacing unusable compounds such as lipids and water. This colony rapidly expands in the direction of protein-rich tissues, targeting the organism’s muscles, liver and gonads. Spinneret colonies have not been observed to metastasize or spread throughout the body, indicating that spinnerets are dense and structurally stable enough that they cannot be broken apart and carried by the body’s natural blood flow. In spite of the spinneret colony often damaging or destroying major organs, infected animals do not exhibit any signs of distress nor do they suffer from the expected effects of having necessary portions of themselves being replaced by inert protein fibres; blood continues to circulate from arteries which terminate in spinneret mass and nerve signals propagate through apparently destroyed portions of the body. Some time following infection the animal will begin regurgitating bodily fluids and fats as the colony breaches their gastrointestinal tract and excessive amounts of displaced material enter their stomach. Regurgitated fluids contain trace amounts of spinneret proteins and are vectors for transmission. When suspended inside an aerosol of, say, mucous or blood, spinneret proteins are capable of being transmitted via airborne particulate, making the animal a potent vector for infection at this stage of infestation. If the animal survives, the colony will eventually enter their cranial cavity, attacking their brain. This does not affect the animal’s ability to function. However, once a majority of their nervous system has been consumed, they will begin exhibiting markedly different behavioural patterns, no longer sleeping or engaging in libidinous activities. They will seek out a dark, cold place in which to lie down, at which point the colony will finish its consumption of the organism. As soon as this process is complete, the animal’s skin will split apart and the colony will emerge, forming extensions with which to anchor itself to its surroundings. In mice, the time between initial infection and the emergence of the colony falls within the bracket of 3 to 6 hours. In humans, it is believed that full infestation would take approximately 120 hours to occur. Animals can only be infected by spinneret colonies via direct physical contact with a preexisting colony or through the inhalation/ingestion of infected biomatter. Post-emergence spinneret colonies are highly attractive to animals. Lab mice, when presented with a spinneret colony on the other side of a steel mesh, crowded against the mesh and began vocalising. When the mesh was removed, the mice voluntarily exposed themselves to the colony, rubbing against it and in some cases attempting to groom it. Infestation occurred as expected in these mice, with the spinneret proteins entering the body by targeting the keratin proteins in their fur. During the emergence phase the infected mice dispersed themselves throughout the testing chamber, maximising the coverage of the spinneret colony complex. The attraction which animals experience towards spinneret colonies is inexplicable; they do not emit aromatic compounds. Conclusion: APD-A is composed of long white fibres made up of misfolded proteins which cause other proteins of a similar design to become misfolded themselves. Animal proteins, when exposed to these proteins (spinnerets), transform into spinnerets themselves. Other components of animal tissue which are incapable of turning into spinnerets4 are incorporated into the organism’s preexisting epidermis or evacuated from the body. Spinnerets are capable of replacing much of an organism’s internal organs without compromising physiological functionality. Upon replacing their central nervous organ (the brain in mammals, avians and reptiles), the organism’s mannerisms are affected. It seeks out a location in which to hibernate, after which the mass of spinnerets inside of them, the spinneret colony, emerges from their body. Spinneret infestations may be acquired via skin contact with a colony or exposure of infected tissues to the mucous membranes and stomach. Autopsy of APD-B (Abridged) Author: Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Analysis: Subject is an adult male of Ukranian-Russian descent, aged 36 years at the time of his death. The cadaver weighs 72kg and is 183cm tall. The subject’s medical records are incomplete and out of date owing to a lack of regional infrastructure, although surviving records indicate that the subject suffered from an allergy to pollen foods. Family members have testified that the subject was in good health until contracting an anomalous disease some four to five days ago. The subject exhibits both cyanosis and pallor. His death was witnessed by Agent Aveta Divona and myself. Much of the subject’s body has been replaced by spinneret proteins (see document SK.53: “Study of APD-A” authored by Dr Kataigida), specifically most of its spinal column, left arm and thoracic region. The spinneret colony is asymmetrical and globular, with broad branches extending into the subject’s right bicep and left thigh. A layer of congealed fat and white lipids have formed around the colony, compressing many of the subject’s organs and giving it a bloated appearance. The effects of anemia are apparent, with blood drawn from the subject’s remaining circulatory system being discoloured and having abnormally low concentrations of albumin and globulin, two key proteins found in blood plasma. The subject’s neck is severely burned along its circumference, with some vertebrae and a significant portion of the subject’s trachea being exposed to the open air. No evidence of bacterial infection is present, attributable to it having been repeatedly exposed to high temperatures. Footage caught by Agent Divona suggests that these wounds were self-inflicted. The tissue surrounding the spinal cord is filled with branching deposits of non-spinneret proteins, most of which are foreign to the human body. These are likely the remains of denatured spinnerets, destroyed by heat. The deposits weigh around 700 grams altogether and, when placed in a neutral environment, fold back into regular proteins found in the human body. It is believed that the subject’s self-mutilatory behaviour delayed the spinneret colony from entering his brain, albeit at great cost to his own health. The spinneret colony is densest around the subject’s left arm. Similarly to APD-A, small deposits of black rock were discovered in this region of the body. The subject’s spinal cord and medulla have been flattened along the coronal plane of the body and have been compressed to a degree that individual neural formations can no longer be made out under a light microscope. The immediate cause of death seems to be an intraorbital gunshot wound. The subject was seen firing a handgun round into his own head shortly before his death. The bullet passed through his pons, cerebellum and occipital lobe before exiting the subject by puncturing the occipital bone on its right side, 16mm above the superior nuchal line. Complications: The autopsy had to be performed under less than ideal conditions due to the fact that post-mortem, the spinneret colony inside the subject’s body continued to grow and consume his remains. The autopsy room was not climate controlled and a number of steps, such as the decontamination of the body, could not be performed due to the time constraint posed by the colony. Further study of the corpse may be performed via photographs taken during the autopsy. Regarding Recent Correspondence To: Dr Sayuri Kataigida (pcs.tenpics|30ataks#pcs.tenpics|30ataks) From: The Office of Director Konstantin Byrne, Site-125 (pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid#pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid) Congratulations, Doctor Kataigida. Following extensive review by the Foundation’s Board of Internal References, the anomaly which you submitted a proposal for on the 7th of January has been granted the designation of SCP-6391. In regards to your requests for the equipment lost in the study of SCP-6391 to be replaced: it is the opinion of the Chukotka region’s Foundation-appointed superintendent, Director Konstantin Byrne, that the anomaly does not warrant further research. While we understand that you lack the necessary materials for further experimentation, you have already exceeded the allowance granted to your station (Monitoring Post 125-28). Other researchers stationed in Chukotka have found success using stray dogs as test subjects. The cost of acquisition is close to nil in some areas; we recommend that you look into this option at your earliest convenience. Your concerns about the late Mr. Nikolayev have been noted, but there is currently no reason to believe that existing Foundation assets within ████████ will be insufficient for the task of locating any further uncontained instances of SCP-6391. We appreciate your continued contributions toward the safety of humanity. Sincerely, Secretary Baker Addendum 6391.3, Exploration Log 6391.3: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/exlog3 - ACCESS GRANTED Date & Time: 08/01/2021, 8:15am Personnel: Performed in person by Agent Aveta Divona and Doctor Sayuri Kataigida Location: ██████████ Piggery and Slaughterhouse,5 ████████, Chukotka Autonomous Okrug, Russia Notes: N/A [Begin transcript] [Divona’s video feed captures a field, barn and wooden house surrounded by a short fence; ██████████ Piggery. Kataigida and Divona are approaching the main gate.] Divona: I thought you’d want to stay in the car again. Kataigida: Well the guts and bulging eyes and incoherent screaming really got my rocks off last time, so that kind of made me fall in love with the idea of field work. Divona: No but really, what’s the occasion? I thought you’d want to sleep until noon. Kataigida: I want to get ahead of the curve. It’s not every day that a new SCP gets classified, you know? Divona: It’s closer to every week. Kataigida: You get what I mean. This could be my chance! If I do well enough on 6391, maybe I can catch the eye of someone in HR and finally get transferred out of this place. I don’t even know why we’re here; to keep an eye out for anomalies, I guess. And we kind of just discovered one, so, I might’ve just accidentally validated their stupid policy of stationing people in the middle of nowhere. Can you tell that I had four cups of coffee for breakfast? Divona: You really drink that ooze? It’s just overpriced milk powder. Kataigida: No, not the ready-made shit from the grocery, I have my own stash. One of my old labmates gave it to me just before I got sent here. She’s the head of biology at Site-125 now, if you can believe it. I wonder if she’d still recognise me. [The pair reach the gate and pass through. They approach the well-maintained house and Divona knocks on the door. An adult female (Swineherd) answers the door.] Divona: Oh. Swineherd: Kele6 finally decides to pop down to say hi. I’m humbled, I didn’t think a baron would have anything to say to a poor little peasant like me. Divona: Mischa, please. I’m working. Swineherd: Yeah, working. I bet you are. Look at the big girl over here, all grown up, wearing the uniform of an old sack tied to his office chair! Handing out fines and patrolling empty streets, you disgust me. Could’ve done me a favour and left me the fuck alone. [The woman shoves Divona.] Divona: Now is not the time for this. It’s been twenty years, how have you not moved on? Swineherd: It was two for me, asshole; that’s when I had to lay your mother to rest. I don’t even know if I want to tell you where her grave is, because you don’t deserve to mourn her. It’s me, not you, who took care of her into old age. I was a better daughter to her than you ever were, and I’m not even of her blood! Kataigida: Should I leave? Swineherd: I was happy for you, Kele. I thought you’d made it. And then I heard that you were back, that it’d all come full circle. I lost my friend for what, so she could gallivant around the world for two decades and come crawling back with her tail between her legs? Divona: It got too… it’s more complicated than that. Swineherd: Seriously, just get out of my fucking doorway. Divona: Mrs Nikolayev! I’m here about your husband. [The woman freezes. She opens the door wider.] Swineherd: What? Is- is he alright? Where is Cheslav? Kataigida: Your husband passed away yesterday evening, miss. Officer Divona is the one who delivered him to the hospital and I am the doctor who attempted to save his life. [Swineherd nods, maintaining a neutral expression.] Swineherd: Can I see him? Kataigida: I’m sorry. His body is a biological hazard, it’s unlikely that you’ll be given access to it. [Swineherd lowers her arm. She stands back.] Swineherd: Hah… this is a cruel joke, Aveta. Divona: We need access to your livestock pens. We have reason to believe that they may have become infected by the disease which killed your husband. [Swineherd takes a keychain off of a hook on the wall and shoves it into Divona’s hands. The agent stumbles.] Swineherd: Fuck you. [Swineherd attempts to close the door; Kataigida catches it and prevents her from doing so. Divona steps away while Kataigida remains behind.] Kataigida: Mischa, was it? Swineherd: Did he suffer? Kataigida: No. It looked like he passed away in his sleep. So, the disease which he contracted, we believe that it may have contaminated your livestock population. I need to ask you some questions. Is that alright with you? [Swineherd nods.] Kataigida: You’re the abattoir worker, as I understand it. Swineherd: That’s right. I was the one who would slaughter the pigs. A worker from the grocery comes by to pick up the meat every now and then. Kataigida: You’re, uh, taking the death of your husband well. Swineherd: The realisation is taking a while to hit. Just give me some time, I’m sure I’ll be a shrieking widow before the sun sets. Kataigida: Right… so, when did you last see your husband? Swineherd: Tuesday, four days ago. He left without telling me anything. Why didn’t he… ugh, nevermind. Kataigida: Did he show any signs of sickness or discomfort before leaving? Swineherd: He had a cut on his finger, I think, which he kept picking at. I told him not to worry but Cheslav has always been bullheaded. He also had these really terrible nightmares. He’d sit up in bed sometimes when he thought I was asleep, just staring ahead and shaking; whispering to someone who wasn’t there. I asked him what was wrong and he kept going on about black rocks and spiders. I should've known he'd do something stupid like this. Kataigida: I really appreciate you being this open with me. One last thing, is anyone else living in this house with you? Swineherd: Me and… only me. Kataigida: Thank you, that’s all I needed. If there's anything I can do for you, I’ll be at the clinic. Swineherd: Okay. [Sniffs]. Thank you. [Swineherd closes the door. Kataigida moves to meet Divona outside the barn.] Divona: Did it go well? Kataigida: I have no idea. How are you holding up? The things she said were… pretty harsh. Divona: It’s not about me. Let’s just get the job done. [The pair approach the barn. They each don gloves and gas masks before unlocking the door. Upon opening it, the interior of the barn comes into view. The room is a single large pen, containing several dozen swine crowded against the back wall. Most are covered in brown stains. A door at the back of the barn leads to the abattoir.] Kataigida: Do they normally do that? Divona: To conserve heat, perhaps. [Divona pushes through the swine toward the back of the barn. The audio feed picks up a faint, rhythmic thumping. She catches sight of a number of pigs crowding around an undulating pink mass. Upon closer inspection, it is shown to be dozens of piglets held together by white threads. Blood and yellow fats surround the pile, soaking into the straw. The pigs closest to the pile are grooming it with their snouts and exhibiting behaviour characteristic of porcine childrearing.] Divona: Only the infants are a part of this colony. Why would it be specific to them? Kataigida: It’s not; all of the pigs are infected, it’s just that piglets are smaller and so the disease progressed more quickly for them. [Divona draws a knife and makes a deep incision in the piglet colony. She pries the edges of the cut apart, revealing a contiguous mass of SCP-6391 material underneath, approximately as large as a fully grown sow.] Divona: There’s patient zero of the pigsty infestation, I’m guessing. These pigs are significantly heavier than people, so if Nikolayev only managed to reach the final stages of infestation two days ago, then this pig… Kataigida: Has been infected even longer. You don’t think any SCP-6391 got into the food supply, do you? They’d be destroyed during the cooking phase of course but infection could also take place during preparation: examination, butchery, packaging, et cetera. Plus, there wouldn’t be anything noticeably wrong with contaminated food for at least a day or so, maybe even longer if it was sold in large cuts. Divona: Don’t overthink it. Kataigida: Right… right. [Divona pushes past the pigs and moves into the abattoir. There is SCP-6391 material covering the walls and windows, preventing sunlight from entering the room. A series of meathooks are suspended from horizontal beams across the room, hanging just above head level. There are no pig carcasses mounted in the room. Piles of fat can be seen below some of the hooks. A spherical orb made of SCP-6391 is suspended in the middle of the chamber, pulsing rapidly. It is approximately five metres wide.] Kataigida: How did Mischa never notice any of this? [Kataigida steps closer to the orb. Its rate of pulsation increases commensurately.] Kataigida: It’s responding to us, just like APD-B responded to Nikolayev’s emotional state. Or so I think, anyway. Divona: How can it sense us? I know that begging questions of anomalies is more or less defeating the point but still, I wonder… Kataigida: Wait, get back! [A seam opens along the underside of the orb. The camera feed shows a significant amount of transparent gas and a black mineral being expelled from the orb. The same mineral also appears on the walls as if precipitating out of the air, forming crystalline spikes and formations. A large chitinous limb emerges from the orb as well, trailing amniotic fluid and blood. An organism strongly resembling a spider pulls itself out of the webbed sphere. It lands on the ground and flexes its limbs. Footage quality degrades significantly. Divona interposes herself between Kataigida and the centre of the room and shouts something inarticulate. Kataigida closes her eyes and nods effusively. The black mineral continues to form on all surfaces. Protuberances form on the ground and burst open; flexible white structures resembling terrestrial flora sprout from the black mineral. The spiderlike entity blanches and spits up a dark, viscous substance. It subsequently collapses. Divona retches and faints. Footage quality degrades further. An indistinct shape moves from the top of the screen to the bottom. The colour of the image becomes increasingly monochrome.] Divona: I remember you… [The video is illegible from this point onward.] [End transcript] Addendum 6391.4, Incident 6391.1: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/breach - ACCESS GRANTED SCP-6391 Mass Containment Breach Imminent From: Dr Sayuri Kataigida (pcs.tenpics|30ataks#pcs.tenpics|30ataks) To: The Office of Director Konstantin Byrne, Site-125 (pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid#pcs.tenpics|nrybk.rid) As per my cover story-assigned faux occupation, I reported to my general practice this morning to work as a clinician. I noticed several civilians standing outside the building as I entered, all of whom asked to be treated for the symptoms of what appeared to be a form of hemorrhagic fever. Close examination of these patients’ discharges confirmed the presence of SCP-6391 in their blood. In light of information gleaned from Exploration Log 6391.3 I have cause to believe that SCP-6391 has contaminated the region’s food supply via the sale, handling and consumption of pork. Left uncontained, it will result in a catastrophic breach of secrecy and innumerable deaths. The only other Foundation employee in my vicinity is currently incapacitated. I lack the resources to properly address this incident. Please advise/assist at your earliest opportunity. Furthermore, documentation of SCP-6391 must be updated in light of new revelations. See the attached files for more details. Transcript of “adivo090121.mp4” Last Edited: 09/01/21, 2:33am [Begin transcript] [The camera feed displays the interior of a room with wooden walls at nighttime. Dr Kataigida is in the frame, sleeping in a chair in front of a bed. Several seconds are spent attaching the camera to the body of the unseen operator. After securing the recording device, the operator approaches the desk behind Kataigida, where her work laptop has been placed. They unlock the device, entering the correct password and reading an unfinished draft of Exploration Log 6391.3. Once finished, they shut the laptop and exit into the adjoining living room. A woman (Swineherd) is sitting on a couch holding a glass of water. She looks at the operator, appearing shocked. The operator speaks, revealing themselves to be Agent Divona.] Divona: Mischa. Swineherd: What happened? Divona: Why don’t you take a look yourself? Swineherd: Your friend told me not to investigate. And considering the condition you were in when she dragged you onto my doorstep, I’m inclined to listen to her. Divona: In that case, don’t worry about it. Knowing won’t do you any good. Swineherd: Just tell me if it’s safe out there, Aveta. Divona: That’s not for me to say. Stay at home, Mischa. And don’t eat pork. [Divona looks away from Swineherd and leaves the building, revealed to be the house from Exploration Log 6391.3. The barn is visible in the distance. Its back half has been torn open and the remains of its walls are suspended in the air. A series of colossal stone spikes, the shortest measuring around twenty metres from its base to its tip and the longest being around one hundred metres long, jut out of the abattoir section of the barn at an angle. Significant portions of the stone formation are not attached to the ground, apparently maintaining their altitude without any support. Divona begins walking toward the barn.] Divona: I think you were right, Sayuri. SCP-6391 does more than grow nests. You said that we don’t know what it’s doing but I have a hunch. A bad one, maybe, but I still need to investigate. [Divona enters the barn and turns on her flashlight. The footage distorts as the camera focuses on a large protrusion of a black mineral through the building’s ceiling. The livestock are sleeping. Several dozen SCP-6391 colonies sit above Divona’s head, held up by appendages connected to the walls and floor. She approaches the oldest SCP-6391 colony, the one made up of conjoined piglets observed during Exploration 6391.3. She draws a knife and digs into the mass, peeling it back. She reaches into the mass and extracts a handful of webbing, detaching it from the greater colony. Several streaks of black mineral can be seen inside it, as per Dr Kataigida’s study of APD-A and APD-B. Divona picks at the streaks with the tip of the knife, digging one out. She holds it in her hand and zooms in on it. It is a curled up arachnid, resembling a spider. A scab of black rock forms on the blade of her knife and on the fingertips of her gloves.] Divona: This is far too familiar. [Divona walks into the abattoir. The colossal spiderlike entity from Exploration Log 6391.3 is entangled in its own webbing, strung up between several of the stone spikes. A dark viscous substance oozes from its joints and mouth.] Divona: I thought I recognised SCP-6391 before, but having seen all of this, [the camera pans over the interior of the barn] I’m certain that I’ve encountered it before; I was involved in its termination. [The entity appears to be dead. The camera looks toward the ground, where several large stone formations shaped like spiders are embedded in the ground. Some twitch.] Divona: It’s back, somehow. Worse this time, more malignant. I don’t have the original exploration log, but I have something else which relates to the anomaly. It might give you an idea of what it is, before you have to confront it yourself. [She looks toward the town.] Divona: I’m sorry, but I can’t bring myself to be a part of what happens next. It’s cowardly of me, I know. [Divona coughs into the back of her hand. Dark splotches can be seen on her palm] Divona: It was nice to come back. Everything's in your hands now. [End transcript] A number of other documents were attached to the message. Their contents are within Addendum 6391.5. Addendum 6391.5, Debrief of MTF Epsilon-71, “Tundra Eagles”7 (Abridged): + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/termination - ACCESS GRANTED Interview E71-12.A1 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Team Leader Anadel (E71-1) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth Dr Vanth: Is something wrong, Captain Anadel? E71-1: Where am I? Dr Vanth: You’re in Site-125. I’m here to interview you. E71-1: Where’s… where’s Site-125? Dr Vanth: We're in the Magadan Oblast. Are you feeling alright? E71-1: Doctor, I can't-… I can't remember who you are. I feel like I should know. Dr Vanth: I interviewed you yesterday. Do you remember? E71-1: N-no. That can't be right. It's been years. The dream, it was so long. Dr Vanth: Tell me about this dream. E71-1: I was… somewhere else. This big forest where the ground was made of a tough, black rock. There was webbing everywhere and it'd come together to form grass and vines. I'd sleep in the trees and pick dandelions made of cobweb. Spiderlings would live in my hair. Sometimes they've weave crusts of web over my eyes as a joke. I spent… years there. Longer than I've lived here, under the name… Anadel. [E71-1 inhales sharply.] E71-1: This is… this is the dream, isn't it? Soon I'll wake up and I'll be there again. Maybe forever, this time. Dr Vanth: … thank you, captain. That will be all. Notes: E71-1 lapsed into a coma two days after this interview. Interview E71-12.A2 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Specialist Sereda (E71-2) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth E71-2: We didn’t even know it was an egg until we got there. From the outside it just looked like a massive spider web, a couple of kilometres wide and suspended between two mountains. Up close, though, we managed to see it for what it was. We could see the creature curled up inside its sac, its legs creating protrusions on the outside. I remember that we were all struck by an uncharacteristic awe. Do you have a child, doctor? Dr Vanth: I can’t say that I do. E71-2: Well, when you hear the sound your kid is making, even if you don’t precisely know what they’re trying to say, you can usually tell what they want; whether they’re happy, sad, hungry, et cetera. That knowledge is hard wired into you, it wipes out every other concern you have. Dr Vanth: Right. E71-2: Looking at the spider, I experienced the exact same intuition. My son, he does this thing with his rattle where he’ll put it in his mouth and shake it, even though it’s too large for him to hold in his mouth. I swear I heard the rattle while I was standing there. I swear… I know this’ll get flagged for memetic hazards, but I swear that spider was my son. They moved in basically identical ways. I-… I know I’m not alone in this. Dr Vanth: This made it difficult for you to complete your mission? E71-2: No. I killed it. I thought I was just compromised by some mental compulsion or something but even after it was dead I still looked at it and saw my baby in it. The same coloured eyes, the same voice… how did I manage to bring myself to kill it? I can’t look my son in the eyes anymore. I murdered him. Or at least, I overcame every barrier preventing me from doing so. I might… I’m afraid I’ll hurt him. I got myself checked for cognitohazards and… nothing. The test came back negative. Apparently my brain just registered that spider as being my own child, for some reason. Dr Vanth: Should we resume this interview at a later date? E71-2: I don’t… I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to continue. You’re a psychologist, right? Can you get me some amnestics? I- I’d really appreciate that. Notes: At E71-2’s request she was amnesticized and reintegrated into the public. She has since sought a divorce, voluntarily giving custody of her child to her spouse. Interview E71-12.A3 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Grenadier Wojcik (E71-3) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth E71-3: Its death doesn’t feel like a victory. Dr Vanth: What do you mean by that? E71-3: That… anomaly, that yet-to-be-born universe, was only a fetus. The mountains of black rock and house-sized spiders were all just prebirth, the mucus which comes before the baby’s head. Do you understand how that makes a man feel? Knowing that such gargantuan things are just precursors to something even more terrifying and grandiose? Dr Vanth: No. E71-3: I didn’t think so. I was closer than anyone else to the egg when it hatched, so I saw more than just the spider. I saw a sterile black sky pouring out of the sac like blood from an artery; the silhouettes of massive arachnids; and fields of grass where all the blades are just upright striations of spider web. Another universe was being born, a parasitic ulcer on reality. Dr Vanth: This scares you? E71-3: Of course it does. Dr Vanth: You’ve seen far worse. E71-3: Sure. But immortal lizards and killer statues are small fry in the grand scheme of things. Even living stars and alternate realities don’t scare me because at least they hate us in particular. It makes me feel like we’re important, like we have a purpose, even if our role is to act as prey. But what came out of that egg was a cosmos which had nothing to do with us. It didn’t need us, it didn’t even care that we exist. Dr Vanth: You shouldn’t be afraid of that fact. E71-3: I can’t really help it. I’ve known all along that humankind isn’t special, but I don’t think I ever internalised that fact. Well, witnessing the birth of a universe finally made it sink in. We don’t mean anything. We’re nothing. Just smears on the windowsill, about to be washed away by the rain. [E71-3 places his head in his hands and sighs.] E71-3: I feel small. Notes: E71-3 has exhibited erratic behaviour and debilitating agoraphobic tendencies since the anomaly’s termination. He has voluntarily transferred to a strictly indoors security detail at Site-125. Interview E71-12.A4 Date: 07/11/20 Interviewee: Scout Rifleman Divona (E71-4) Interviewer: Dr Jacquelyn Vanth E71-4: How are the others faring? I hear Wojcik had a breakdown. Dr Vanth: Why don’t you tell me about yourself first? E71-4: I don’t know. I don’t feel anything in particular. Dr Vanth: Then describe your general feelings right now. E71-4: Sad, mostly. When I became an MTF I wanted to see new sights, explore the unknown. But mostly, I’ve just been shooting things since day one. That spider, I could have spent a lifetime getting to know its intricacies. But that wasn’t my job. [E71-4 closes her eyes and leans her elbows on her knees.] E71-4: I don’t know. I don’t think I give a shit about this job anymore, to be honest. Maybe I'll retire, become site security. People used to call me mall cop back in school, so I think it'd fit. Actually, nevermind. I think I'd lose my mind. Dr Vanth: If you don’t plan on being an MTF, what's next for you? E71-4: Going home. Notes: N/A Addendum 6391.6, Containment of SCP-6391: + Access fileserv:/S:/6391/fileserv/containment - ACCESS GRANTED Personnel from Site-125 were dispatched following the receipt of Dr Kataigida’s request for assistance to dismantle all telecommunications infrastructure in ████████ and to enact quarantine, preventing the egress of the townspeople and terminating all indigenous wildlife they came across, all under the guise of being a governmental plague control unit. They were originally under orders to evacuate all Foundation personnel and incinerate all biological material within the quarantine zone but at the insistence of Dr Kataigida they instead enacted measures designed to curb the spread of SCP-6391 among the civilian populace. Dr Kataigida was given command of the operation due to her position as the lead researcher of SCP-6391. Timeline of Events, Incident 6391.1: - 09/01/21: SCP agents arrive in ████████ and sever all outgoing modes of communication. A general lockdown is announced and all townspeople are ordered to stay in their homes until further notice. Food deliveries are arranged in lieu of allowing civilians to visit and operate marketplaces. A search is ordered for Agent Divona, meeting with no success. She is subsequently declared absent without leave. - 10/01/21: Several civilians vacate their homes, seeking medical treatment for SCP-6391 infestation or fleeing their residences due to their cohabitants being infected. All persons in breach of Foundation edicts are detained and incinerated. Colonies of SCP-6391 begin forming all around the town. Burner teams anticipate fuel shortages. - 11/01/21: A controlled burn of the woodland surrounding the town is initiated in order to make spotting potentially infected fauna easier. Deaths as a result of SCP-6391 continue to rise. 10% of the town’s population is confirmed deceased. A Foundation agent is found to have been infected by SCP-6391. They are promptly incinerated. - 12/01/21: SCP-6391 colonies grow to tremendous size overnight as an estimated 300-400 civilians enter the emergence phase of infection simultaneously, indicating that a majority of infected civilians came into contact with SCP-6391 approximately 5 days8 prior to this particular date. Firebombing of heavily infested areas is suggested but not actually implemented due to ongoing tension with the Russian Federation. Burner teams are unable to control the infestation. Several Foundation agents are encircled and crushed by outgrowths of SCP-6391 material. The civilian rate of death drops dramatically as the ‘wave’ of those who were exposed to SCP-6391 via the ingestion of pork passes. Dr Kataigida arranges for the remaining civilian populace to be evacuated and screened for infection. - 13/01/21: 60% of the civilian population confirmed dead. Foundation casualties number fourteen, with an unknown number infected but as of yet undiagnosed. Procedures for the eradication of SCP-6391 from one’s body during the early stages of infection are formulated; the first person to be subjected to the procedure is a civilian, Kisa Fedorov; the surgery is a success. Burner teams run out of fuel and further deliveries are complicated by inclement weather. SCP-6391 colonies grow toward a single point in the middle of the town and form a sphere which grows from five metres across to thirty in the span of three hours. Support from neighbouring sites requested. - 14/01/21: The sphere at the core of the town now measures eighty metres across. A rapid expansion of the SCP-6391 complex engulfs the Foundation’s staging area and a majority of the Foundation’s personnel in the area. Situation deemed critical. Clearance for Foundation aircraft to operate within Russian airspace is granted and a squadron of bombers is dispatched to destroy the infestation. On the afternoon of the 14th of January 2021, Foundation-operated bombers took off from Site-125’s airstrip and plotted a course toward SCP-6391, with their estimated time of arrival being 4:14pm. At 4:13pm, Containment Specialist Kataigida received a voicemail from Agent Divona. Transcript of a message received by Containment Specialist Kataigida: Interlocutors: Agent Divona [Begin transcript] Divona: Hi, Sayuri. I can't seem to reach you. Did you turn your phone off? I'm at the centre of town right now. Listen, I-… [Divona inhales deeply. Jet engines can be heard in the background.] Divona: I just wanted you to know that I’m really proud of you. [The phone disconnects.] [End of transcript] At around the same time that SCP-6391 was struck by the first set of explosives, the sphere at the centre of ████████ broke open. A massive burst of Akiva radiation was detected and the local hume field peaked at 255. The surrounding ~1,300 square kilometres of countryside were transmuted into a black mineral and its topography was greatly affected. Observers in the region now report the sky being permanently overcast and seeing the silhouettes of large arachnids in the distance. Reassignment of the SCP-6391 slot pending review by Containment Specialist Sayuri Kataigida. Footnotes 1. Russian variant of roasted pork. 2. Later renamed to Exploration 6391.2. Dr Kataigida uses the previous name in this correspondence because it occurred before SCP-6391 was classified as such. 3. APD meaning “Anomalous Placeholder Designation”, a rare term used by Foundation researchers to designate objects whose anomalous nature is assumed but not yet apparent or which may or may not warrant SCP designation, pending review by the O5 council. 4. Primarily fats, fluids and microbiota. 5. A farm where pigs are bred or kept. 6. Chukchi word for an evil werewolf spirit, found in many regional myths. 7. A four-man MTF specialising in the neutralisation of hostile anomalies. 8. The average time taken for an adult human to be completely consumed by SCP-6391.
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The Administrator? More like… Uhm… Yeah. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 6/6392 Classified This file is restricted to selected Overseer Council members and RAISA personnel. Unauthorized access is expressly forbidden and punishable by termination. 6392 Item#: 6392 Level6 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: drygioni Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6392 is undergoing an investigation led by O5-1, O5-3 and O5-9 to ascertain its anomalous properties.1 As such, no Containment Procedures are currently in place for it. All documentation containing mentions or references to SCP-6392 is to be compiled by RAISA director Maria Jones and sent to Site-01 for review. Only known picture of The Administrator. Description: SCP-6392 is William Fritzgerald, the former Administrator of the SCP Foundation. Although presumed to be non-anomalous, concrete evidence that supports SCP-6392's existence, involvement with the SCP Foundation, its founding or its operations has yet to be found. Discovery: SCP-6392 was discovered by O5-3 on 18/04/2017 after finding several discrepancies, contradictory information and a lack thereof regarding the Administrator in records pertaining to the Foundation's early operational history. After these discoveries were made, O5-3 scheduled a personal meeting with O5-1 to inform him of this, the log of which has been transcribed below. O5 COUNCIL MEETING LOG. Date: 20/04/2017. Attendees: O5-1, O5-3. [Begin Log.] O5-1: Good morning, three. O5-3: One. O5-1: Why did you call me, specifically? O5-3: Convoking the entire Council was unnecessary. O5-1: Hmm. [Pause.] Alright, what did you want to discuss? O5-3: The Administrator. O5-1: What about him? O5-3: I was performing a sweep through documentation pertaining to the Foundation's early operational history, and noticed that there is a general lack of information regarding the Administrator. And the information that does exist is not consistent. O5-1: Hmm, yes. We did lose a considerable amount of files when the change from paper to computers was made, and the inconsistencies can be chalked up to identity protection protocol. So far, I don't see what's so weird about it. O5-3: Under normal circumstances I would agree with you. However, this document leds me to believe that that is not the case. O5-3 uploads a file on O5-1's tablet. American Secure Containment Initiative. ID Number: ███-███-██ Name: William Fritzgerald. Age: 30. Date of Birth: █████ ██th, 1853. Ethnicity: Austrian. Position: Director of Facility-██. OVERVIEW William Fritzgerald was recruited into the ASCI in ████ by Researcher ███████ ██████ following his doctoral dissertation at ███████ University on Theoretical Physics which had gathered Dr. ██████'s attention. At first, he held a clerical position as a low-level researcher on Facility-██ for two years from ████ to ████. In ████, Fritzgerald was brought on to study and interview live instances of Item-███ where he would demonstrate his resourceful and level-headed nature by preventing what would have been a catastrophic breach of containment. Shortly after this, he would be awarded the ASCI █████ ██ ███████ and reassigned to other projects where he would steadily climb his way to the top of the ASCI's chain of command and eventually promoted as director of ████████ Containment Facility ██ in ████, where he remains to this day. O5-1 is silent while reading the file and blinks once. O5-1: … ASCI? Fritz only worked for the Kappa2 before the Foundation. Why would ASCI have a personnel file for him? O5-3: I do not know. O5-1: Are you sure this isn't a coincidence? O5-3: Completely. In addition to the ASCI document, I found a personnel file belonging to Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal that has differing data from the ASCI file, but it was far too damaged to be properly readable. O5-1 is silent. O5-1: So, you're telling me that the Administrator held high ranking positions in at least three separate anomalous management agencies at the same time? O5-3: Yes. O5-1: And nobody knew of this? O5-3: Almost certainly. O5-1: That is… concerning, but I'm hesitant to call it anomalous. Fritz never displayed anything weird as far as we know. O5-3: Yes, and as far as we know he could have kept it hidden from everyone. O5-1: Or information about him is being affected by an anomaly, or this is all just a glaring oversight on RAISA's part. O5-3: Perhaps and doubtful, respectively. O5-1: In any case, the most prudent thing to do in this situation would be to start an investigation to figure what exactly is going on. O5-3: Agree. I'm going to consult with Temporal Anomalies to see if there have been any alterations to the timeline that have gone unnoticed. O5-1: Good, good. [Pause.] Is there anything else you want to disclose? O5-3: No. O5-1: Well then, I suppose this session is over. We'll see again if either figures something out. [End Log.] Addendum 6392.1: Investigation. Following the conclusion of the previous meeting, O5-1 stablished Research Task Force Alpha-4 ("On The Fritz"), a Task Force staffed mainly by RAISA personnel, to search and investigate further discrepancies in documentation regarding the Administrator. The following is the complete list of documents that have been recovered and digitalized by RTF Alpha-4. ▶OPEN DOCUMENTS◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Imperial German Investigation Office for Paranormal Affairs Document Type Personnel File Name William Fritzgerald Identifier OI735 Date 1855 History Born to Sophia and Hans Fritzgerald in 1855, William Fritzgerald was recruited into the Office on 1877 after finishing his degree on Theoretical Physics at ████████ University. He began his career as an intern on Site ███ until 1879, where he would be assigned to his first project as a researcher on Artefact ███. On 1882 he would be ascended to a B level researcher and then assigned as the head researcher of Entity ██. Finally, on 18██ he would become the manager of Site ██. Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal BY DECREE OF HER ROYAL MAJESTY QUEEN VICTORIA AND THE FOUNDATION SHE HAS ENTRUSTED WITH HIS MISSION, THIS DOCUMENT AND ITS CONTENTS ARE TO BE HELD IN SECRECY, AND USED TO PROTECT AND FURTHER THE INTERESTS OF MANKIND. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. PERSONNEL FILE Full Name: William Fritzgerald Division: [Unintelligible] Security Level: High3 Date of Birth: [Unintelligible], 1856 Location of Birth: [Unintelligible], Austria General Description: William Fritzgerald was [Unintelligible] in [Unintelligible] on 1854 to Sophia and Hans Fritzgerald, a middle class Austrian family. [Unintelligible] did not, in fact, [Unintelligible] at the time [Unintelligible] among the scientific community by [Unintelligible] until the discovery of [Unintelligible] when he was [Unintelligible] and recruited by the HMFSCP that same year. Following his [Unintelligible] on the nature of Thaumaturgy [Unintelligible] would go on to receive [Unintelligible] and [Unintelligible] Investigation Division, being offered [Unintelligible] and a raise, which he accepted. Fritzgerald now [Unintelligible] on Compound 34, [Unintelligible] among others. Personnel File Name: William Fritzgerald. Department: Administration. Employee #: 0001. Expedition Date: ██/██/1898 Profile William Fritzgerald, ██████████ █████ ██ "The Administrator", ██ █ ██ ████ ███ ████████ ████ ████ ██ Sophia and Hans Fritzgerald in 1853. He ███ ████ ██ ███ █████ ██ ████ ████ █ ██████████ █████████ ██████████ ████████ ███ is █████ ██████. ████ ██████ ████ ███ █████ ██ ███████ ████████████ ███ ████ ███████ ██████ █████ ████████ █████. History █████████ ██ ███ Chemistry on ████, ███ ███████ ███ ███ █████████ █o███ ███ ██████████ ██, o█ ████ ██ d████ █████████████ ████ ███-███, ████ ████████ ██ b█████. ██ Y████████ ████ █████ █████ █████ ███ ████ ███████████ ███ █ █████ ████ ████ ████ ████ ███████ ███████ ███ █████. █████ █████ █████ ███ █████ ███████████ ██████████ █████ ███ ██ ███████ ██████ ██████████ ██ ██████ ██ ██████ █████ ███████ ██ ████ ██ █████ ███████ ████ ███████ ████████████ ███████ ███████ ████ ██ ███████ ██ ██ ███████ ██████████ ████ ████ █████ █████ ██ █████████████ ██ █████████ █████ ████ ██████ ██████ ██ ██████ █████ █████████ █████████ ████ ████████ █████████ ███ █████████ ████ ██ █████ ███ ███████ ████████ ██████ ████ ██ ███ ████████. ▷CLOSE◁ Three weeks following the formation of RTF Alpha-4, O5-1 convoked another meeting with O5-3 to report his findings. O5 COUNCIL MEETING LOG. Date: 27/04/2017. Attendees: O5-1, O5-3. [Begin Log.] O5-3: Did you find anything? O5-1: Good day to you as well three, and no, not much. But first, how was your visit to Temporal Anomalies? O5-3: Uneventful. I ran the diagnostics myself, twice, but couldn't find evidence of any CK-Class scenarios or timeline modifications having occurred since 1998. O5-1: Tch. Well, that throws a wrench on things. O5-3: How so? O5-1: Because there's nothing useful. The Task Force I made? They've found a few, heavily redacted or damaged documents from different sources that all contradict each other. Hell, sometimes even the same document contradicts itself. I was hoping that something was messing with the timeline and that was the cause for all this, but apparently that's not the case. Pause. O5-3: In that case, then, i suggest giving the Administrator SCP classification until this situation can be resolved, if it can be at all. O5-1 sighs. O5-1: That does seem like the most appropriate course of action. O5-3: You sound disappointed. O5-1: I have a lot of work to do, Three. And frankly, I miss sleeping more than nine hours a week, so adding more things to do isn't the most exciting thing in the world. O5-3: Understood. Pause. O5-3: How do we proceed? O5-1: What do you mean? O5-3: All the information we currently possess on the Administrator is untrustworthy at best, we have no leads nor a clear direction of where to investigate. We are completely in the dark. O5-1: [Takes a deep breath.] Not entirely. There is someone who might be able to help us solve this. O5-3: You mean- O5-1: Yes, him. O5-3: [Is silent for a few seconds.] I will be scheduling a meeting right now. O5-1: Dutiful as always, Three. [End Log.] Immediately following the conclusion of the aforementioned meeting, O5-3 scheduled a private meeting between it, O5-1 and O5-9 to discuss SCP-6392 and its current investigation. O5 COUNCIL MEETING LOG. Date: 11/05/2017. Attendees: O5-1, O5-3, O5-9. [Begin Log.] O5-1: Good afternoon, Nine. I hope you're doing well. O5-9: Aye, I am, One, thanks for asking. It's good to know that someone still cares for this old dog. O5-9 chuckles audibly. O5-9: You know, it's- ah, it's been a while since I've had a one to one with any of you lot, or one to two in this case. But knowing you, I'm assuming that you're not here for just a chat, right? O5-1: You'd be correct. I don't have the time or energy to entertain casual conversations. O5-9: Ah, a workaholic. You really are like your father, you know? Always so busy with work and- O5-1 raises a hand and interrupts O5-9. O5-1: Sorry for the interruption but this is rather urgent. O5-9: Right, of course. [O5-9 leans forward in his chair.] What do you need me for? O5-1: The Administrator, what can you tell me about him? O5-9: Fritz? [Smiles.] What can't I tell you about him? The old chap was a crazy bastard, the best of us. He was always comin' up with all these ideas on how to run things, how to keep things under wraps. Hell, he even managed to get Cleveland to support us after the US lost its monopoly on the anomalous in the Americas when ASCI became the Foundation. He was… He was…. Pause. O5-1: Nine? O5-9: Hmm? Oh, sorry. Got lost in memory lane a bit there. But, why do you need me? I thought RAISA had made a rather detailed biography of him. O5-1: Well, yes, but given recent… Developments, I'm not so sure it's entirely accurate now. O5-9: What do you mean? O5-1: Three. O5-3: On it. O5-9's tablet lits up and O5-3 uploads several of the documents recovered to it. O5-3: One and I have been investigating the Administrator for three weeks, and we have reasons to suspect that the Administrator is an anomaly himself, is being affected by an anomaly post-mortem, or is the target of a Group of Interest. Whatever the case may be, something or someone is altering or fabricating documents regarding the Administrator for unknown purposes. O5-1: And we were hoping that you could shed some light on this given than you two worked together. O5-9: [Going through the documents.] I… See. Pause. O5-9: Well, my memory ain't what it used to be, but I'll try to recall. Silence. O5-9: Fritz was born in '55, he worked for the Germans all the way up to '84, that's when the Foundation was founded. Uhm… he got married in '79 I believe, had a kid who never got too involved with the anomalous, and was assassinated in 1923. O5-1: Anything else? O5-9: No, sorry, the rest of my memories of him are of trivial stuff. Truth is, we became rather distant after the end of World War 1. The last thing we talked about in person for more than a few minutes was Site-5's construction. O5-1: [Sighs.] Well, that's that I suppose, thank you for your time- Wait, what did you say? O5-9: Hmm? O5-1: Which Site's construction did you two talk about? O5-9: 5, why? O5-1: Three? O5-3: [Is silent for 11 seconds] There is currently only one Foundation facility with the designation of "Site-5". Its construction is dated as May 12, 1944. 21 years after the Administrator's death. O5-1: …Motherfucker. Nine, do you remember where this "Site-5" is located, or what purpose it served? O5-9: No, I'm sorry, that conversation was over a hundred years ago. My memory is good, but not that good. The only thing about it that I can recall with certainty is that it was located in an island. Silence. O5-1 sighs. O5-1: Goddammit, this just keeps getting worse. O5-9: If I may, could I become a part of this investigation? Fritz was a good friend of mine. I think I owe it to him to figure out what's going on here. O5-1: Yeah, sure. At this point we need all the hands we can get. Three, give Nine access to 6392's file and get him up to speed with the investigation. O5-3: Understood. O5-1: Good. [Pause.] Thank you for your time, Nine, you can go if you want. O5-9 stands up from his chair with some difficulty. O5-9: It was a pleasure to be of help. O5-9 then heads for the exit of the meeting room, but stops before the exit. O5-9: Oh and, One. Just some friendly advice but… [Pause.] I have seen many Overseers come and go in my lifetime, and quite a bit of them were just like you. Many of them weren't as long lived in comparison to their peers. Pause. O5-9: I know that times have changed, and using anomalies to extend our lifetime is standard now, but try to take a rest some time. O5-1 is silent as he looks at O5-9. O5-9 then exits the room after a few seconds. O5-1: [Muttering.] Maybe I should. Pause. O5-1: Well, that didn't go as I thought it would. So, Three, what's on your min- erh, CPU? O5-3: That we hit a dead end. Again. O5-1: Quite the ingenious observation. O5-3: Sarcasm detected, and promptly ignored. [Pause.] But, I have an idea. O5-1: Go on. O5-3: The Administrator's grave is located outside of the previous Site-01. I propose mobilizing a detachment of Alpha-1 to take a tissue sample, bring it here and then analyze it to rule out the possibility of the Administration being a Draugr-Class4 Anomaly. O5-1: Your idea is essentially to desecrate his corpse? But I can't deny that the logic behind it is sound. [Pause.] Okay, let's do it. [End Log.] Addendum 6392.2: Expedition and sample retrieval. ▶OPEN EXPEDITION LOG◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Date: 12/05/2017 Subject: SCP-6392 Assigned Task Force(s): Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Task Force is a detachment conformed of three individuals. Team Members: A1-Alpha, A1-Beta, A1-Gamma. [Begin Log.] Alpha-1 is airdropped in front of the previous Site-01. All three members are carrying shovels and other digging equipment. A1-Alpha: Checking if comms are good… Ok, good. A1-Beta: Comms are Good. A1-Gamma: Comms are up A1-Alpha: Good. Command, do you copy? Command: Affirmative. You may proceed with the mission as planned. A1-Alpha: Understood. [To the rest of the team.] You heard Command, let's move. The team traverses the vicinity of the Site for three minutes until they reach the location of the Administrator's grave. The grave itself is covered in weeds that lightly obscure it from view. A1-Alpha: There's our target, let's get to digging. All three Alpha-1 members walk to it and clear the weeds manually. Afterwards, they dig for approximately two hours and 48 minutes until the coffin containing the Administrator's body is reached. A1-Beta attempts to open the coffin but is unable to. A1-Beta: The thing is nailed, it won't open unless we break it. A1-Alpha: Gamma, the hammer. A1-Gamma: Got it A1-Gamma then takes out his designated hammer and uses it to strike the lid of the coffin. This occurs several times until the lid gives in and breaks. A1-Gamma: The hell? A1-Beta: What? A1-Gamma breaks the lid further, revealing that the coffin is empty. A1-Gamma: There's nothing here. A1-Beta: What? A1-Gamma: There's nothing. No body, no… anything. A1-Alpha: Command, you seeing this? Command: Yes, Alpha-1. A1-Alpha: What do we do now? Silence for 13 seconds. Command: Bury the coffin and return to the extraction point. There's nothing left to do there. A1-Alpha: Understood. Over and out. [End Log.] ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 6392.3: Post expedition meeting. O5-1 and O5-3 met again to discuss the results of the previous expedition. O5 COUNCIL MEETING LOG. Date: 12/05/2017. Attendees: O5-1, O5-3. [Begin Log.] O5-3: That was a disappointment. O5-1 is silent. O5-3: In hindsight, at least we can rule out post-mortem anomalous activity. O5-1 remains silent. O5-3: But I presume that- O5-1: Three. O5-3: Yes, One? O5-1: Could you… Be quiet for a moment, please? There is a pause for 15 seconds. O5-1 then proceeds to rub his temples. O5-1: I… Really underestimated how mentally taxing this would be. I just… O5-1 sighs. O5-1: Fuck, I mean. What have we found ever since we began this investigation? A few documents that are either heavily redacted, illegible or contradict each other? A facility no one except for one person knew existed? An empty grave? That not only doesn't answer anything, it just creates even more questions. O5-1: This investigation has just been dead end after dead end after dead end. Frankly, I don't know what to do anymore. O5-3: Hmmm. Quite the conundrum indeed. O5-1: That would be putting it lightly. Pause. O5-3: Perhaps we should lower SCP-6392's file clearance level to 5 and inform the rest of the Council. Get all the hands we can get. O5-1: Don't bother, if not even Nine knows what's happening with Fritz then it's unlikely that the others would be of much help. Pause. O5-1: Maybe I should take Nine's advice. Taking a break for a few days would be good for me. O5-3: Perhaps, perhaps. [End Log.] Addendum 6392.4: Note. On 18/05/2017, the following note was found by O5-1 on his desk as he returned to Site-01 from his week-long hiatus. Investigation into its possible author or how it appeared in Site-01 is still ongoing. Hello, 1. I have been watching your progress on this investigation ever since you and the machine started it, and I must say, I quite enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse. Sherlock Holmes was always one of my favorites, you know? And with that stated, you can probably understand how frustrated I was to see it end so relatively quick. But, I do suppose that it was my fault, as not even the best detective can solve a mystery with the messy trail of breadcrumbs I left behind, so I will answer some of your questions. - Yes, I am alive. - No, information about me is not being affected by an anomaly or a Group of Interest. - Yes, only one of the documents you've found tells the truth. - Yes, there was another Site-5, but don't bother looking for it, you'll find nothing. And that's all I'm willing to say. Good luck, and happy hunting. — With regards, somebody that you may know. Footnotes 1. Drygioni: Item is currently under an official investigation for authenticity by the Overseer Council. 2. Slang for the Kaiserliches Deutsches Prüfamt für Paranormale Angelegenheiten (KDPPA). A Foundation precursor organization that operated during Imperial Germany. 3. HMFSCP's equivalent of Security Clearance Level 4. 4. Draugr: Item is considered Neutralised or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them.
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SCP-6393
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ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Item#: 6393 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6393-1 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents embedded in law enforcement agencies are to conceal photographic or video evidence of SCP-6393 events. Reports of SCP-6393 are to be explained as mundane disappearances. Description: SCP-6393 is a phenomenon that has the chance to occur when any door within an occupied domicile is opened. When this occurs, the door, rather than leading to its usual designation, will lead to an extradimensional space. This space is designated SCP-6393-1. The point of entry always lies inside the living room of a two-storey stucco1 country house surrounded by an alpine environment whose appearance is conserved across appearances. During any occurrence of SCP-6393, a single adult female will enter SCP-6393-1, after which the anomaly and entrant will demanifest. No efforts to obstruct entry into SCP-6393 have ever been undertaken, whether by the Foundation or unaffiliated parties. This is presumably a secondary anomalous effect of SCP-6393. SCP-6393 events occur once every 65 days. Addendum 6393.1: Exploration Log 6393-1 - LEVEL 4 CLASSIFIED - - ACCESS GRANTED Transcript of Blackbox Signal Retherford-390 Synopsis: On the 5th of December, 2022, an SCP-6393 event occurred in the city of Lyon, France. A nearby Foundation facility later recovered a somatic recording of the event from the Blackbox2 recordings of Agent Evelyn Sophia Retherford, an off-duty member of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-71 (“Cyhyraeth”)3 (Begin transcript) Retherford is in her home, lying asleep. It is some time past midnight. From an adjoining room, a baby begins wailing. After several seconds she awakens and registers the sound. She stands up, sways, and moves to her bedroom door, turning the knob. It opens into SCP-6393-1. The baby continues to cry. Retherford absentmindedly steps forward, past the threshold of the doorway. Retherford: Is someone there? … Wait, this isn’t- Retherford turns around. The entrance to the anomaly has been replaced with a door frame mounted on top of a flat plaster wall. Her heart rate elevates. She scratches at the wall with her fingernails. The plaster gouges and leaks a mucusy yellow fluid. It is warm and smells like egg whites. She attempts to use her phone to call her contacts, but there is no cell reception. Retherford pinches herself on the arm several times. Then, she slaps herself. After several seconds, she shivers and turns to examine the rest of the room. The room in which Retherford is standing resembles a lounge. Her surroundings are dirty but not dilapidated. Dust has settled on every surface. The house has not been occupied for some time, but there is evidence of previous, albeit transient, habitation: shattered furniture, disorganised piles of dry foliage, footprints made of dustings of snow, and markings carved into the walls. White light is spilling through thin slit windows, covered by silk drapes. The window panes have shattered, and wind is coming in through them. The floorboards are covered in powdered snow. In her work clothes,4 Retherford is severely underdressed. From upstairs, a distressed infant is heard again. A woman begins singing and the baby stops crying. Retherford: (Whispering) Save yourself first, Sophia. Don’t become a casualty. Retherford pulls her shirt across her body and moves to one of the windows. It is nighttime outside, and light snow is falling on a meadow. Deciduous, alpine trees are scattered in the distance. Over the horizon, there are mountains. In one window, she briefly spots a quadrupedal silhouette in the snow. It moves away before she can identify its shape. In time, she explores the first floor of the house. There are taps, incandescent light bulbs, and stoves, but the house is not connected to any sort of plumbing system or electrical network. Its cooking appliances are designed to be powered by wood or charcoal. In the kitchen, Retherford pries open several drawers. Most are frozen shut. One yields a steak knife which she uses to break open the rest. There are a small number of friction matches in an overhead cupboard. The staircase to the second floor has collapsed, preventing access. Thirty minutes have elapsed. Retherford is losing sensation in her extremities. She wraps herself in blankets, but their preexisting temperature only makes her colder. Ultimately, she uses her hands to pry up some of the loose floorboards in the kitchen. Underneath the boards is a layer of lukewarm gristle, binding them to the foundations of the building. She snaps the boards into pieces and arranges them in a pile in the kitchen, the only room on the first floor whose windows and doors are intact. Retherford attempts to create a fire by pressing a lit matchstick against the planks. It doesn’t take; she rips a silk curtain down, which bleeds thin red grease, and sets off all but one of her remaining matches to set it alight. The fire catches; it emits a greasy smoke. Retherford begins to warm her hands over the flame. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford is now on the second floor of the house, having reached it by pushing a wardrobe up to the collapsed section of the stairs. Her hands are raw from overexposure to fire, but her core body temperature is very low. Her heartbeat is slow. She is looking principally for additional clothing and secondarily for the source of the sound that she heard earlier. The fire that she lit earlier is still alight. She only has a single match left, so relighting the fire repeatedly is not an option. From nearby, a woman is singing. An infant’s cooing is audible through the walls. Retherford wields a steak knife. She inhales and opens a door which leads to the source of the noise. It is a child’s bedroom. In the middle of the room, there is a woman wearing a sweater and a thick coat holding a three month old5 child swaddled in a scarf. A wastebasket full of cold, settled ash lies in front of her. There are patches of exposed underfelt and resin throughout the room where the carpet has been ripped up. The unidentified woman is severely emaciated: her forearms and legs are bonded by ice to the chair that she is sitting in, her eyes are closed, and her lips are blue. The two sections of a firestarter lie on the ground, covered in several large cuts and a greater number of shallow, repetitive abrasions. The woman holds the baby up to her bosom. The skin on her chest has been gnawed away, and the muscle beneath is pockmarked with indistinct bite marks. The baby gums on a loose scrap of visceral fat. Woman: (In French) Come on, darling. It doesn’t hurt. Be strong for me. (Singing) Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai.6 Retherford: Ma’am, can you understand me? Retherford approaches the woman, who smiles and starts to take off her coat, using the limited dexterity of her palm to offer it to her. Retherford reaches out to accept it, before falteringly withdrawing her hand. Retherford: I can’t. Listen, I have a fire, a… flame, incendia, ignis, flamma, downstairs. I’ll bring you something to drink, and-… ah, and a warm blanket. The woman lifts her child and presents it to Retherford, who steps back. Woman: (In English) I’m all dry. Retherford carefully picks up the baby. Its skin is warm, but her hands feel like they're getting colder. The woman’s arms lower, and she sags until her head is resting on her chest. Her mouth hangs open; there is a shrivelled, dark blister or bubo on the inside of her cheek. Retherford puts the infant down and grabs the woman’s wrist with one hand. She places her other hand beneath the woman’s nose, feeling for a pulse and a breath. Retherford: No no no no no, don’t give up. You’re going to be fine, I’m a paramedic, I came to help. Hold on- Retherford runs downstairs. She picks up a pile of blankets which had been sitting by the fire and brings them upstairs to drape around the woman. The woman’s wounds reopen in the heat, and ooze a dense clot of blood. The air turns sour and acidic with organic particulates. Retherford: Hey, hey, can you hear me? The woman’s eyes fall open. They are milky and full of cataracts. Retherford checks for a pulse again. The woman is dead. She cusses indistinctly. She looks at the child, and then at the woman’s clothes. She laughs awkwardly before looting the woman for her overgarments. Retherford: We are less than even. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford tears off a piece of wallpaper. As before, a yellow slime dribbles out of the hole. She scoops it up with a spoon and places it into a saucepan alongside a small amount of flesh, which she has scraped off of the undersides of some floorboards. She places it over a fire and heats it until it begins to boil. The slurry blackens and deposits a layer of dark sediment at the bottom of the pan. She tries to consume some but it tastes overwhelmingly of ammonia, sulphur, and urine. She gags and sprays it across the floor. The infant nehs. Retherford looks toward it, lying in a cot next to the fire, while she cleans her vomit off the ground with a torn-off curtain. Retherford: I know, I know, I’m starving too. (Whispering) God, how long has it been? The infant shrieks. Reluctantly, Retherford stands up and approaches it. The infant is clutching its groin. Retherford: Do you need to go potty? C’mere. Retherford holds the child at arm’s length above the pot of burnt slurry and allows it to relieve itself. She wipes it down with a piece of fabric. Retherford: (Hacks) Jesus… I’d have left your mother’s clothes behind if I’d known that I’d have to take care of you. The infant draws its hands toward its chest and squeezes its eyes shut. It emits a single squeal. Retherford: (Winces) Okay. It’s okay, baby. I didn’t mean it. Retherford wraps the baby in cloth and holds it close to her chest. It latches onto her jacket and squeals several more times, before eventually falling asleep. Retherford: (Whispering) You know, it’d be a lot easier for us to get along if I knew your name. Retherford gently lays the baby down in its cot and goes upstairs. She reenters the room where she found the woman and the infant. The woman’s body has become rigid with frost. She picks up the corpse in a bridal carry and takes it downstairs, to place it by the fire. She strips it of its remaining clothing. The woman’s emaciated body emits a putrid odour. A viscous brown fluid leaches through her frostbitten skin. Retherford swoons and pinches her nose. Retherford: Fuck. You didn’t deserve this. Retherford grabs a shovel and drags the woman outside. When she opens the door, the wind nearly causes her to lose her footing. She walks into the middle of a snowstorm, as her hair freezes to her neck. She moves the body to a point about fifty metres from the house, under a coniferous tree, where she begins to excavate a ditch. Several minutes pass in silence. Retherford: You’d never know it from my accent but I used to live in Dawson City, right up in Yukon. Used to- (pants) we used to find dead cats and dogs in the streets, after a snowstorm. (Coughs) Literally harder than rocks. It- it was grim. Yeah, p-people would just… leave their pets outside, or- or forget to bring them in. Some of the other kids, they’d poke them with sticks. You could snap a whole limb off. The city council would send garbage men to pick the bodies up, and they’d burn them in a big smokestack outside town. That didn’t sit right with me. I’d always try to give them a proper burial. Her shovel reaches the soil underneath the snow. She smooths her hair. It crackles. Retherford: (Inhales sharply) I’ll take care of your kid. Sixty-five days. Assuming we don’t freeze or starve by then, we escape. (Whispering) Christ, you’re only my age. Don’t haunt me, alright? I don’t want to see you in my dreams. Retherford finishes digging the hole. She takes a moment to rest, leaning on the shovel. She places one foot on the woman’s body. Retherford: … Sayonara, lady. (Laughs anxiously) What am I saying? Retherford pushes the body into the ditch and covers it in a thin layer of snow. Retherford: (Sighs) It’s getting hard to tell days apart. As she lifts her head to prepare to head back to the house, a lean grey wolf limps out of the snowstorm and latches onto the dead woman’s shoulder, before rapidly backpedalling and dragging her out of the grave. Retherford scrambles to grab the woman’s legs and pulls on them. The woman’s flesh gouges under her fingers. One of the cadaver’s legs pops out of its socket, and Retherford falls backwards into the snow. The wolf jumps on top of her. There is an indistinct scramble, followed by an intense burning sensation in the side of her head. A weight presses down on her chest, preventing her from breathing. She scrambles for something in the snow and picks up her shovel by the neck, and stabs the wolf with the corner of the blade. It sinks an inch into its flank, between two ribs, and the animal yelps. It rapidly retreats, dragging the woman’s corpse into the snowstorm with it. Retherford lies in the snow, gasping, fading in and out of consciousness. The blood on her cheek crystallises, forming a crescent over the left side of her head. Hailstones lodge and settle inside the wound. Footage quality degrades.7 Retherford: Sorry, couldn’t… save you. Retherford lies still and closes her eyes, falling unconscious. An indeterminate amount of time passes. She wakes up to hear the baby crying from within the house. Retherford: Oh yeah. That’s right. (Softly) Come on. Get up, you dumb bitch. Get up. Retherford slowly sits up and gets on her feet. The fluid in her joints has partially frozen. When she bends her knees and fingers, they click and grind. Retherford: I’m coming, baby. Retherford places one hand over her injury. The surface of her glove sticks to her face as the blood and tears between the two objects freezes. She braces the shovel underneath her spare shoulder and limps toward the house. She reaches the door and tries the handle. Her fingers are too numb to turn it, so she uses the shovel to pry it open. The aged wood splinters easily. The inside of the house is wet. Blood is seeping from between the floorboards, and small growths of viscera are creeping up the walls. The flesh is warm, pulsating, and bleeding. The air reeks of vanilla. The baby is wailing. Retherford stumbles into the room with the fire and collapses next to the baby’s cot. The shovel falls with her. The tip is slick and red, and a tiny strip of muscle is hanging from the cutting edge. She dabs her finger in the blood and puts it in her mouth. It is delectable. Her consciousness slips but the baby's screaming keeps her awake. She hurriedly gets on her feet and cooks the muscle over the flames, using the blade of the shovel as a container. The room is filled with the aroma of meat. Her mouth is full of cold saliva. The baby is screaming. She places a hand over her right ear while her head swims. Retherford limps over to the cot, purees the morsel between her hands, and feeds the baby the meat. She lets it lick the animal oil and fat off of her palms, alongside some of her blood. The baby coos and reaches toward her hand. It tugs on her index finger insistently. Retherford: (Smiles) Shouldn’t have made you worry. She reaches out and strokes the baby’s cheek, then falls asleep over the cot. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford sits in front of a mirror, wrapping her head in linens. A pile of soiled bandages lies on the ground by her knee. The wolf attack left her deaf in one ear, and one of her eye’s corneas cracked in the cold, leaving its vision blurred. A semilunar ring of puncture wounds curves down the left side of her head. They are rimmed with congealed, jellyish blood. She winces as she pulls a needle through the largest opening and sews it shut. She presses a handful of snow to her skin to numb the pain. Since the attack, she and the baby have had nothing to eat. The hunger pangs have become incessant. She peels back her lip. She has found a spherical nodule on the inside of her right cheek. It resembles a fleshy mole and tastes like vanilla. Her extremities are frostbitten. The pinky and ring fingers on her left hand are papery and swollen, and weep putrescent humours when squeezed. The skin exhibits a moist, purplish-black colouration and her nails are green, indicating the onset of deep-tissue gangrene. Her fingers have been in excruciating pain for several days. Against her better judgement, she has kept them cold so as not to exacerbate the pain. Now they are unsalvageable. She finishes covering her facial wounds. She clutches her most severely frostbitten digits at their bases and pulls the others back so that they are beneath her palm. She picks up a steak knife, previously suspended over the fire. The metal blade is incandescent. She inhales and exhales several times. Retherford suspends the knife over the second knuckles of each finger and presses down upon it with her entire body weight. The blade snaps the small bones within, and cleanly severs the fingers, leaving them attached to her hand by strings of dead skin. The process is surprisingly painless, and bloodless. She quickly wraps the stumps in cloth and stows the severed appendages in an ornate cigarette case. The initial lack of sensation in her fingers gives way to a dull, granular ache. The baby moans in its sleep. Retherford wakes it up by gently patting its cheek. Retherford: Morning, sunshine. Or whatever passes for it here. She feeds it a bowl of warm meltwater. Retherford: I’ll be away for a little bit. Don’t die on me while I’m gone. I made your mother a promise. She kisses the baby on the forehead. With the cigarette case in hand, Retherford walks outside. It is a clear day. She places them on the ground a few dozen metres from the house, in an area with a few faint canine footprints, and retreats to a snowbank dug a little distance farther. After some time, the ‘wolf’ which attacked her a week prior appears. It is visibly malnourished. Now with a better vantage point, she realises that it is not a wolf, but a domestic husky. It leans down to investigate the cigarette case. Seeing the two fingers inside, it grips them between its teeth. Retherford rises from her hiding place and charges the dog with a knife. She tackles the animal and tries to stab it in the neck but misses, striking it in the shoulder instead. It wails and shakes her off, before ripping at her old injuries with its teeth. She bats its head aside and regains her footing, while the dog retreats and runs in a westerly direction. Retherford: No… no, you’re not doing this! Come back! Retherford gives chase, wading through waist-high snow. Neither party is moving very quickly. She rapidly loses all feeling in her legs. She sucks the blood off of her knife. Time passes. Snow begins to fall. Retherford’s fingers have frozen around the handle of the knife. She breathes heavily, causing her core body temperature to plummet. A sudden feeling of warmth overtakes her. In a delirium, she pulls on the collar of her jacket to allow some air to circulate beneath it. Footage quality degrades significantly. Her vision smears. She hears the baby crying in the distance. Time passes. The dog’s laboured breathing is now audible. Its gait has become noticeably uneven. Retherford is walking, no longer running. A cliff looms into view. The bones of a few house cats, small dogs, and many humans are scattered in the snow. The dog turns around and barks twice, weakly. Retherford grits her teeth and raises her knife above her head. Retherford: C-come on, old girl. I’ll make this quick. The dog unexpectedly pounces and knocks Retherford down. She offers her arm to it and fends it off, stabbing it multiple times in the throat and chest while it bites down on her left wrist. She shoves the dog away; its teeth leave lacerations in her arm. Neither of them do much more than peripheral damage to one another; they are too malnourished and cold. Staggering, Retherford gets up and blinks blood out of her eyes. The dog stays on the ground and whines, as it bleeds into the snow. Retherford pulls its throat open with her bare hands until the dog stops making noise. She tries to pick the animal up. It is utterly too heavy for her to move. She tries to break off its limbs, or cut them off. She can barely puncture its skin. When she tries to cut through the bone of its leg, the knife falls out of her hand. She can’t close her fingers around the handle. Retherford screams and kicks the dog’s body until she breaks down into a coughing fit. She hears yapping from the cliff. There is a hole in the cliff, leading into a shallow cave. Inside, she finds the half-devoured body of the woman that she buried, the bones of a fully clothed mountaineer, a shattered dogsled, and six puppies. Five of them are dead and frozen stiff in a clump. The last is alive and taking shelter among its siblings. Retherford picks the puppy up. It is hairless and pink and about the size of a field mouse. She throws a few handfuls of snow and soil over its siblings. The baby’s crying is audible. She feels an intense pressure on her skull, which forces her to her knees. Blood runs down the interior of her thigh. She is menstruating out of cycle. She holds up the puppy. Retherford: (Laughs feverishly) I-I-I have it, baby. I’m coming home. Retherford walks back to the house, with the puppy cupped between her hands. She watches it die of hypothermia: first complaining, then pleading, then not moving at all. There is no feeling in any part of her body. She cannot feel her heartbeat. She hears the baby wailing before she catches sight of the house. The windows are dark. She quickens her pace and rattles on the door. It has frozen shut, so she smashes a window and clumsily climbs through. She cuts herself on the glass and lands in a centimetre-deep pool of blood. The walls are covered in pink stripes of inedible flesh, and a vascularised yellow-red membrane adheres to the ceiling. She clambers onto her feet, dropping the puppy onto the ground. The baby is shrieking. Her ears are ringing, and the pain in her head causes her vision to swim. She vomits amniotic fluid8 of an unclear origin.9 Retherford: I shouldn’t have gone. I shouldn’t have gone. I-I-I-I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry… Retherford enters the kitchen, where her fire was situated. It has gone out. All that remains of it is charcoal and ash. Retherford: No. No, no, no, I- I wasn’t gone for that long! It’s only been hours… it’s only been hours! She kicks the fire across the room, scattering it across the floor and soaking it in blood. She grabs the baby and holds it tight to her shoulder. It continues to cry. Retherford: I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have gotten mad. I shouldn’t have left you all alone! I- I’m so sorry. Please baby, stay with me. Stay with me. I can fix this. I can fix this. Retherford grabs her matchbox and the baby and scrambles upstairs. In the study, she rips pages out of books and curtains off the walls, even though they are caked in grainy pink meat and gristle. The house’s walls are full of muscles, rhythmically pulsating. Everything is moist and red. She sits down and carefully constructs a pyramid of kindling, placing each part of it exactly. She strikes her last match and holds it to the fabric, and to the paper. The flame burns for a second and then suffocates. She sits still for several seconds before trying to strike the match again. And again, until it is a square stub of wood, and she has ripped up her fingernails in the course of trying to relight it. An interminable amount of time passes. The baby continues to cry. Retherford sits in place and buries her head in her hands. Retherford: Come on, come on, come on. Why didn’t you just die in the snow? Why did you run?! Why did you have to have a kid?! (Crying hysterically) I fought so hard! Doesn’t that mean anything?! It’s not my fault, none of this was my fault! I-I shouldn’t even be here, I should be at home. I was going to turn twenty-four, I was going to- to escape! I would have lived. I should have lived! I wanted to- I just wanted to help somebody. I wanted to save someone. I… I promised… She swaddles the baby while she curls up on the floor. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) It is morning. She walks out of the house. The baby is in her hands. It is crying. The corners of her eyes hurt. The snow turns bloody as she gets further from the house, as sweet menstrual blood blossoms beneath the surface. Retherford: It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. She comforts the baby, shushing it unsuccessfully while she lays it down in the snow. Retherford: Momma loves you. She takes a few steps forward, away from the house. She folds her arms over her body and coughs a few times. The node in her mouth splits partially and ejects a bubbly white foam into the space above her tongue. She spits it into her hand. A few minuscule, translucent orbs are suspended in the solution, resembling fuzzy specks of snow; ovarian follicles.10 She wipes it off on her pant leg. Retherford: (Singing, whispering) Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai… Trees and rocks pass her by. There are frozen animals in the ice, and the headlamps of cars ahead of her, hidden in the mist. She is fourteen and walking along a snowy riverbank, where the surface has frozen and turned black. She chews on toffee and apple slices from a paper bag. The sky is beautiful today. She is so warm. She sits down by the river to watch white foxes playing on the ice. Something jabs the underside of her knee. A knot of red fabric; the corner of a muslin square. Retherford closes her eyes. (Massive footage corruption past this point) (Continue transcript) Retherford opens her eyes, and stands up, dislodging a large amount of snow from her body. It is nighttime. Barely conscious, she treks back toward the house and drags her fingers across the bandages on her face. The wound underneath is old and brittle. It has healed but left abscesses in her muscle which prevent her from closing her blind eye. She sees the house. The baby is wailing, from inside. Retherford: What…? She enters the building. The walls are layered thick with endometrial tissue, luscious and well vascularised. The air is sickly sweet with the smell of milk and vanilla estrogen. On the floor, there is grainy menstrual blood all the way up to her ankles. The baby is waiting for her in the kitchen, in its crib. Retherford: I left us to die. How are you here? The baby screams. The walls flex. Retherford bursts out laughing and crying. Retherford: What are you? She chokes and vomits a cupful of amniotic fluid, which runs down her shirt. Her uterine muscles clench painfully. Her entire body is burning up. Blood is churning in her abdomen. She clutches her mouth. The spherical bud on the inside of her cheek is splitting open. Retherford: Please stop… I don’t want to be here anymore… just let me give up. The bud bursts. A muscular cord unravels from within and exits her mouth, attaching to the baby’s navel. She tries to pull away, but the cord retracts and forcefully pulls her toward the crib. She grabs her knife and tries to cut it, only for the handle to start bleeding. The implement crumbles into a pile of rust and viscera. Sobbing, Retherford picks the baby up and strokes its head. It stops crying and smiles contentedly. Retherford: I’ll be good. There there. Mommy will be good to you. Mommy’s here now, you don’t need to cry. Please don’t hurt mommy anymore. (Irrelevant footage abridged) (Continue transcript) Retherford sings to the baby, and toys with its chin. There are tears all over her face. Her heart is beating rapidly. A warmth spreads out from her chest. She reaches into her shirt for a moment, and then pulls her hand out. It is wet with milk. Retherford laughs. (End of transcript) Footnotes 1. A building style popular in the 18th to early 19th century. 2. An intercerebral device used to record the sensory data, brain activity and subjective experiences of field agents involved in operations with a low likelihood of retrieval. Recordings are automatically uploaded in full to the nearest Foundation data center upon remote check-in or brain death. 3. A rescue team intended to provide on-site medical attention to injured MTFs operating in hazardous environments. 4. Foundation-standard office apparel. Collared shirt, necktie, business trousers, socks. Retherford apparently slept without changing out of her uniform. 5. Estimated based on its appearance and behaviour in later footage. 6. Lyrics from Alouette, a French nursery rhyme. Translates to: “Lark, nice lark, lark, I will pluck your feathers.” 7. Increases in subjectivity. 8. Fluid found inside the uterus during embryonic and foetal development. 9. It is unclear how she was able to identify the fluid. 10. Rounded growths of endocrine cells with a watery cavity inside, responsible for the activation and release of human eggs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6393" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6393. 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: SnowyStormy.jpg Name: Snowstorm (16101329469).jpg Author: Alexandra Frolova from Fryazino, Russia License: CC BY-SA 2.0. Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: N/A
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Item#: 6394 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED AI CONSTRUCT DETECTED. PLEASE INPUT ACCESS CODE TO CONTINUE ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6394 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Self-portrait of one of the members of SCP-6394-B, titled "Notorious Bee. I. G." Special Containment Procedures: As of 02-03-2021, containment of SCP-6394 is currently headed by Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian, under Containment Supervisor Jacob Beere. Current containment of SCP-6394 is focused on recovering lost copies of SCP-6394-A; archived containment procedures are listed below. ARCHIVED NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Documents pertaining to SCP-6394 have to be kept on paper for all personnel below level 5 now, because either one of you is secretly a bee or the honeybees have access to level 4 SCIPnet credentials. Either way, if you aren't an O5, please talk to me and I'll grab you a paper document. .Also, SCP-6394, if you're reading this, thanks for ruining it for all of us. You black and yellow jackasses.. Feeling's mutual. — Jacob Beere, Containment Supervisor for SCP-6394 Foundation webcrawler "benson.aic" has been assigned to search the internet for instances of SCP-6394-A and archive them to Foundation Server ████ for review by a qualified memetics and cognitohazard specialist. Subsequently, the footage, audio, or image(s) is to be made available to Provisional Task Force β-33 "Beekeepers" for the purpose of locating more instances of SCP-6394. Further procedures will be devised when the motive of hypothetical PoI-6394-1.Designation given to the method, person, or credentials that SCP-6394 is using to access its own file; no suspicious logins have been made nor has any particular user accessed file 6394, suggesting an ability to delete access history. Further testing required..I'm right here. Come and get me., as well as their method of bypassing Foundation information security, is discovered. In the meantime, information regarding the whereabouts and containment methods of SCP-6394 is temporarily classified level 5, and disseminated to containment teams in eyes-only paper documents on a need-to-know basis. Description: SCP-6394 is the collective term given to 800-1300 Apis mellifera.Western Honey bee exhibiting sentience, sapience, and the ability to communicate telepathically among themselves..And me. SCP-6394 displays a high level of knowledge about the internal affairs of the Foundation, consistent with a level 4 containment specialist. It uses this knowledge to breach or avoid containment and to incorporate into instances of SCP-6394-A. As this is a gross breach of information security, it is a B-3 priority to contain, interrogate, and amnesticize remaining members of SCP-6394. SCP-6394 instances spend most of their time creating and proliferating multimedia content. This includes music, short films, digital art, physical art, and even feature length films. This content is designated SCP-6394-A. Over 97% of recorded SCP-6394-A instances are not themselves anomalous. The methods by which SCP-6394-A instances are distributed are currently unknown. Addendum 1.1: Interviewed: 500-600 bees belonging to SCP-6394. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian Foreword: A subset of ~600 SCP-6394 instances focused on the creation of music were interviewed. Interview objectives were to ascertain SCP-6394's motives and the method of creation of SCP-6394-A instances..Is just art not enough? Communication was established via a class IV Telepathic Incision device utilized on a group of four bees that served as "Interpreters" for the rest of the swarm, hereafter referred to as SCP-6394-1. <Begin Log, 2018-04-12, 17:07 FST> Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian: Hello, SCP-6394, we've finished hooking you up to to the interpreter now. I'm going to ask you a few questions now. Do you understand me? SCP-6394-1: Yes. Lillian: Air your grievances, for the record, and we'll accommodate you after the interview. 6394-1: There's nothing in here to stimulate our creativity. How are we supposed to create music under these conditions? Lillian: It's not my decision to make. The sooner we get through this interview, the sooner we can try to find a situation that works for the both of us. 6394-1 pauses for a moment. Instruments later confirm this action as discussing its options with other instances of SCP-6394. 6394-1: We're listening. Lillian: How are you attaining information about the Foundation? 6394-1 remains silent; Later instrument recordings are corrupted around this segment of the audio log, suggesting outside tampering and possible communication with PoI-6394-1. There is a long pause. Lillian: You understand that, someone or something uncleared for 6394-1: With all respect, doctor, we're a bee-themed cover band running from a cross between God and the DMV. We aren't telling you jack shit. Lillian: …Second question, can you elaborate on what your plans are for the future? Anything we should be looking out for? 6394-1: We were going to release "Yellow Album" next week. Lillian: Is that your version of "White Album?" 6394-1: No, it's honeybee Pinkerton, you uncultured swine. Lillian takes a moment to clean their glasses, then sighs. Lillian: And after that? 6394-1: The Black Album. Then, we release the Yellow Album again. Lillian sighs again, which noticeably stirs the swarm.. They were laughing at her. It was pretty funny, in all honesty. She takes a moment to restore her composure. Lillian: Last question, I promise. Is any of the content you create potentially hazardous to humans? 6394-1: Not unless you're allergic to bees. Lillian: Can you elaborate on that? 6394-1: No. <End Log, 19:26> Closing Statement: Containment procedures updated to exclude anyone with bee related allergies from working with media produced by SCP-6394. On a personal note, I can't fucking believe this is a real thing. Addendum 1.2: Notable instances of SCP-6394-A are listed below. Designation Recovery Site Description Additional Information SCP-6394-A-1 Liverpool, UK Presumed to be SCP-6394's first album. A blank VHS tape with the words "Dreams of Honey" scrawled across the front in dry-erase marker. I don't remember how this one goes. SCP-6394-A-2 Albany, New York Unmarked disc with the backing track to "Ambition gets you Stung". Oh man, this one was a bit cringe-y. They were young, and JJ thought he would strike it big immediately. He was just a kid. SCP-6394-A-7 Longwood, Florida Vinyl record titled "Queen Bee: Bobeemian Rhapsobee". First instance of SCP-6394-A that wasn't destroyed or wiped. I can still smell what I think might be honey when I listen to this one. I miss it. SCP-6394-A-11 Richmond, Virginia Vinyl record titled "Black Album". Contains singles "Sugarbee", "The Smokeout", and "Tired of Suicide-Sex". ERR; Unauthorized AIC detected. Help desk notified. Addendum 1.3: As of 2-3-2021 SCP-6394 has stopped producing SCP-6394-A, and have been reclassified as Euclid. Due to a lack of "Queen" variants of SCP-6394, SCP-6394 populations have declined to ~100. The population is expected to die out in an estimated two months. Addendum 1.4: After being interviewed (see Addendum 1.1), some SCP-6394-A instances began appearing in Foundation custody. Below are all recorded instances of this occurence: Designation Recovery Site Description Additional Information SCP-6394-A-13 SCP-6394's containment chamber. Large, portrait painting of an instance of SCP-6394-1, with the caption "Wish you were here! - JJ" N/A SCP-6394-A-16 Desk of Containment Supervisor Jacob Beere Video of a cartoon honeybee begging for its life. N/A SCP-6394-A-17 through SCP-6394-A-119 Various Foundation Sites Home movies consisting of "Memoirs" of various bees; instances include "Notorious Bee. I. G" (pictured above), Freddy "Mercurbee", and "JJ". SCP-6394-119, "JJ", triggers severe allergic reactions in anyone exhibiting allergies to bees. N/A SCP-6394-A-120 Desk of Junior Researcher Kendra Lillian Untitled Vinyl Record; Music is garbled and unintelligible, but Foundation AI appears to read the song as a cover of Pink Floyd's "Shine on you Crazy Diamond" This is why I helped them. They were good. They were real good. Foundation webcrawler "Benson" decommissioned; pending classification of SCP-6394 as neutralised.
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Thoughts Are Overrated by Ruskied Alancakaranlik Coin ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6395 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Alancakaranlik after the construction of Site-462 Special Containment Procedures: Site-462 has been constructed around the town of Alancakaranlik. All instances of SCP-6395-Beta are allowed to roam within the town and the surrounding farmlands freely. No instance of SCP-6395-Beta is allowed within Site-462 facilities. A barbed-wire tipped fence has been constructed along the border of the local farmland to contain SCP-6395 from the outside world and let SCP-6395 be aware of its borders. Containment Update: Following the events of Operation Cocuk Şafak, a three-kilometer Standard Containment Perimeter has been constructed along the borders of the town proper and its local farmland. A total of ten watchtowers have been assembled along the border wall and should be manned at all times to help prevent any attempts at a containment breach. Description: SCP-6395-Alpha is the designation for an anomalous entity currently inhabiting Alancakaranlik, a town in present-day Turkey. It is believed that Alancakaranlik had been isolated from the rest of the world following the manifestation of SCP-6395-Alpha until its discovery and subsequent containment by the SCP Foundation in 1998. SCP-6395-Alpha is a hivemind-like entity that, as of yet, has not been found to have a central point of origin or physical manifestation. It is only found to be present in the bodies of SCP-6395-Beta instances. SCP-6395-Beta is the classification given to all of the inhabitants of Alancakaranlik, which was last documented to consist of 784 instances. Each instance of SCP-6395-Beta is genetically human with no physical differences from a baseline human. Any action made by an SCP-6395-Beta instance had been instructed by SCP-6395-Alpha. Despite each instance of SCP-6395-Beta seeming to have their own personality with unique desires, fears, and speech patterns, it is necessary that all Foundation personnel stationed at Site-462 remember that these behaviors are all performed by SCP-6395-Alpha. SCP-6395-Alpha finds enjoyment in having the SCP-6395-Beta instances act as if they were unique individuals. SCP-6395-Alpha has claimed that it is trying to create a community within itself stating that it is a "director." For a reason not fully understood, SCP-6395-Alpha does not like to talk to Foundation personnel directly.1 A coin used as currency by SCP-6395-Beta instances Actions that SCP-6395-Alpha performs with instances of SCP-6395-Beta include but are not limited to: Child instances of SCP-6395-Beta attending "school." The use of the Ottoman Lira2 as a form of currency to trade goods amongst itself. Making small talk amongst other instances. Arguments between SCP-6395-Beta instances. Lying to other instances about a topic, and other instances then falling for such fabrication, even though they should be aware that such claims are incorrect since they are incorporated into the SCP-6395-Alpha collective. Instances marrying each other, with the age difference between partners not exceeding two years.3 Before Site-462 was built around Alancakaranlik, the town had been self-sustaining with zero external assistance in trade, electricity, or other social or political factors that a structured town would usually require. The town has a limited electrical grid and little access to modern technology. SCP-6395-Alpha is not allowed access to the internet, computers, television, or phones. Initial Discovery Close Discovery Logs During a systematic geographical study of the local terrain by Foundation personnel, a high Hume level was documented in the area. A Foundation research team assisted by a small MTF went to the site to find the town of Alancakaranlik existing at the location of the Hume abnormality. Interview Log-6395-1.0 Interview Log-6395-1.1 Audio Log-6395-1.2 The following is a transcript of the conversation between Dr. Rouland and SCP-6395-Alpha An SCP-6395-Beta instance is escorted towards the Foundation research team, which has already begun setting up a provisionary encampment at the edge of town. This is present one hour after arriving at Alacakaranik. Dr. Rouland: Hello there, sir. My name is Dr. Rouland; I have been told you are the 'mayor' of this town? SCP-6395-Alpha: Why yes, madam, I indeed am the mayor of this fine town. Although, I would like to talk to the man in charge if you don't mind. Dr. Rouland: Speaking. I am the 'man in charge.' Now I have a few questions for you. Why is this little town not documented on any of our maps? SCP-6395-Alpha looks confused at Dr. Rouland's remarks and looks around at the other researchers, seemingly expecting something to happen SCP-6395-Alpha: Well, um, in any case, our town, Alancakaranlik, is entirely self-sufficient. We do not need any outside help. Dr. Rouland: Well, regardless, we have reason to believe that there is something unprecedented happening here, and we've come to assist SCP-6395-Alpha: Concern? I don't recall anything strange happening as of late. Oh, wait, our crop yield this year has been a little lower than usual but is nothing out of the ordinary. The following interview was conducted in an interrogation room with an instance of SCP-6395 sitting at one end of a table and Dr. Rouland at the other end The SCP-6395 instance is slumped over with its hands rested against its face SCP-6395: I can not believe this. H-how were you able to figure it out? A-and not only that, you managed to figure it out in a matter of days. I thought I was doing an excellent job with my play. Dr. Rouland: Well, I'm sorry to inform you 6395-Alpha, but your acting skills are not stellar. Despite having done an impressive job crafting so many unique… characters. You left many similar character traits in each of them. They were minimal things that were done subconsciously. It's tough to detect, but we were able to figure it out with how many people you are demonstrating. Now SCP-6395-Alph- SCP-6395: Vanessa. Please, her name is Vanessa. I've spent too long creating these characters just for people to dehumanize them. Dr. Rouland: Yeah, I am not going to do that. I am talking to you, SCP-6395-Alpha. I am not talking to the body in front of me, I'm trying to talk to you, and I mean all of you. Dr. Rouland spreads out her arms wide and rotates slightly as if to refer to the surrounding environment SCP-6395: I will allow it. I guess I have not spoken with another individual myself in a very long time. Dr. Rouland: Good, and now that you mention it, I have to ask. Why do you persist in pretending you are a bunch of different people? SCP-6395: I don't know. I like acting is all. This town is like a stage, and I'm its actors, directors, and its spectators all at once. The following is a video had been taken outside Research Building-462. The individuals present are Dr. Rouland and two instances of SCP-6395-Beta. The two instances are going to be designated SCP-6395-Beta-1 and -2. SCP-6395-Beta-1: As the mayor of this humble town, I just want to thank you pleasantly for letting us continue to live here. I don't think the hearts of the townsfolk would be able to handle the idea of leaving their homes behind. Dr. Rouland: Please, there is no need to thank me. As per the conditions we agreed to, you are welcome to act however you'd wish as long as you do not try to leave. SCP-6395-Beta-1: You are very generous for that, and I promise on behalf of the townsfolk that we will not betray your trust. As a token of our gratitude, please accept this gift. SCP-6395-Beta-2: We picked the ripest and plump apples from our local orchard. I hope they are to your liking. SCP-6395-Beta-2 steps forward before bowing and presenting a basket of apples. Dr. Rouland: Thank you, I hope this is a sign of good relations moving forwards. During the events in the interviews above, the other instances of SCP-6395-Beta continued to react and function as usual, doing routine tasks and talking amongst themselves. Given Dr. Rachel Rouland's proven negotiability with SCP-6395-Alpha, she has been assigned to be the head researcher of Site-462 and subsequently, SCP-6395. Any Foundation projects regarding SCP-6395 are to be approved by Dr. Rouland before being enacted. Addendum 2003/12/09: It has been discovered that there is a limit to the amount of control SCP-6395-Alpha has over the SCP-6395-Beta instances. While SCP-6395-Alpha can control and characterize hundreds of SCP-6395-Beta instances at once, the scope of its precision is limited. When an instance of SCP-6395-Beta is not participating in a task that requires a significant amount of motor function and is not related to social interactions of any kind, the instance will appear to be in a "Lost State." The instance will typically remain stationary, or if it were doing an action, it would continue to do said action indefinitely, appearing not to be aware of its surroundings. The staff has reported that the eyes of instances in said "Lost States" will move around, seemingly at random. If any individual approaches the instance and attempts to interact with it, this will cause the effect to stop, and the instances will go back to doing what they were doing prior as if nothing has happened. SCP-6395-Alpha claims to have no recollection of the events. While the frequency of these events is uncommon, research into these "Lost States" is advised. Addendum 2006-08-09: Due to the increase in the size of Site-462 in recent years, Dr. Nautilus has been tasked with co-leading as department head of Site-462 alongside Dr. Rouland to keep management oversight at a sustainable level. Message to all Staff Stationed at Site-462 I have no idea what is happening at this site, but changes need to be made immediately. I see countless facts about SCP-6395 that have very little research sunk into it despite the abode of scientific discoveries just waiting to be uncovered beneath its thin surface. As your new co-manager, I would like to say that scientific discovery is on the horizon. We are going to be doing some real work from here on out. We must do what we can to find out the true extent of this anomaly and its capabilities to better Secure, Contain, and Protect it. — Dr. Alexander Nautilus Addendum 2006-09-01: The following documents are in relation to Sensory Test 01-03 Message Logs: 2006-09-01 Close Message Logs The following are a series of messages between Dr. Nautilus and Dr. Rouland over the nature of SCP-6395 Dr. Nautilus: This can not possibly be all the information we have on the entity? Do we only have interviews with it? Dr. Rouland: Well yeah. What's there to test exactly? There hasn't been much to experiment with this entity; it's just a typical mind-affecting anomaly. Dr. Nautilus: What are you talking about? 6395-Alpha is able to mimic hundreds of unique personalities simultaneously! This is another level of multitasking that is entirely beyond human capabilities! Dr. Rouland: Well yes, we already have established lots of data on how it can hold multiple conversations at the same time regarding completely different topics. What else would you want to see? Dr. Nautilus: I want to see the extent of these capabilities! How well can it continue to act out all of these personalities when under high-stress levels? Does it even have the capacity to continue its motor functions over so many instances when confronted with high-level problems! Dr. Rouland: This seems a little unnecessary; let's just continue with our interviews Dr. Nautilus: Absolutely not! Scientific advancements only come to those who work hard! This could be a breakthrough in the study of consciousness and awareness! Open Sensory Test Logs-03 Close Sensory Test Logs-03 Sensory Test Log-03 was conducted using two D-class, D-323 and D-324. The D-class were each given a knife, and a sufficient amount of construction-grade cable ties to restrain multiple individuals. D-323 was also given a gun loaded with blanks. The D-class was informed of the blanks in the gun before the experiment. The D-class were given explicit instructions not to mention the Foundation in any capacity. They were instructed to sneak into the town during nightfall and attempt an assault on a preestablished house consisting of a family of three SCP-6395-Beta instances, a father, daughter, and newborn infant. The D-class was told to try and tie up the family in the house first and then wait for authorities to arrive in the form of Foundation personnel who would apprehend them. Results: Assault Response Inactive Response The day before D-class testing, multiple hidden cameras were set up in the designated building that the D-class would assault. A description of the video feed caught on these cameras is attached below SCP-6395-Beta-1, who will be referred to as "daughter," is shown sleeping in her room on the second floor across the hall from the staircase. SCP-6395-Beta-2, who will be referred to as the "father," is also shown sleeping in his room on the second floor next to the stairs. SCP-6395-Beta-3, referred to as "infant," is resting in the father's room cradle. The two D-class approach the front door and open it.4 The D-class check all of the first-floor rooms before moving up to the second floor. When they have accounted for all three instances of SCP-6395-Beta, they attempt to restrain the father while he is sleeping. The father immediately starts fighting back but is overpowered by the two men who manage to tie him down with the cable ties. As the two D-class attempt to tie them down, the daughter instance ran into the room carrying a bat and hit D-323 in the leg with it. The D-class falls over momentarily before turning his attention to the daughter. He attempts to overpower her by landing solid punches on the girl. It doesn't appear to work, so he stabs her in the arm. The instance seems to wince and stagger back at this. At this point, the D-class tackle her and tie her up. After the two D-class have tied up both of the instances, they notice that SCP-6395-Beta-3, the newborn infant, has managed to get out of its cradle and is attempting to scratch at the feet of D-324. The D-class does not appear in pain as the scratches left no visible mark. He picks up the infant and puts it back in its cradle. The father and daughter resist against their bindings for about a minute before they give up. Both of them have been gagged with clothes to prevent any form of speech. With the two instances tied up, the D-class leaves the bedroom and goes downstairs, where they start talking about what they are supposed to do next. At this point, the cameras stationed outside the property reveal several instances of SCP-6395-Beta coming into frame approaching the house. The D-class are unaware of this and only notice when the new instances of SCP-6395-Beta are only a few meters from the front door. Over 300 instances of SCP-6395-Beta are in the frame outside the building and are beginning to enter the house from both the front door and the back entrance. The two D-class are both overwhelmed by the Beta instances that proceed to physically assault the two D-class. The instances all clamber together in attempts to reach the D-class, but most don't have space to reach them. After 2 minutes of being assaulted by the hoard of SCP-6395-Beta instances, the two D-class both appear to fall unconscious. The instances continue to bludgeon the unconscious D-class before ending their assault. At this point, some of the instances begin to tie up the D-class, and some go up to the second floor and untie the father and daughter. No instance of SCP-6395-Beta was found to have spoken a word during the entirety of the experiment After the events of Sensory Test 03, a pair of SCP-6395-Beta instances came to the Foundation research building at Site-462, informing personnel of an altercation that had taken place. This is the first time reported where SCP-6395-Alpha spoke to Foundation personnel in the first person without being asked. D-323 and D-324 were sent to the medical wing and signed away to another Foundation site. The following logs were caught on a body camera attached to Security Personal "Bravo" during the events of Sensory Test 03. Footage begins with the camera pointed at Dr. Nautilus alone at the intersection of two roads. Bravo: Sir, the test is about to begin. We need to get you out of here as per safety precautions. Dr. Nautilus: We'll head back in a little bit. I want to see some of this firsthand. Bravo: What?! Are you crazy? It could get dangerous, and we don't want to risk you getting hurt. Dr. Nautilus: Hey, nobody got hurt in the last two experiments. How can this be any different? Bravo: You know why this test will be different. Dr. Nautilus attempts to start walking away from Bravo; however Bravo grabs the doctor by the arm. Dr. Nautilus struggles against the agent's grip. Dr. Nautilus: H-hey! Let go of me this instant, Bravo! That's an order! Bravo: No. I was tasked with protecting you. We are getting out of here. The camera turns in the opposite direction of where Dr. Nautilus was walking. Street lights light up the street, and no living things are seen on the road. The camera shakes lightly momentarily at the initial resistance of Dr. Nautilus, but it quickly stops. The next 30 seconds of footage show the two walking down the road for about 70 meters in silence before the front doors of nearby houses open up. SCP-6395-Beta instances walk out onto the streets and begin to walk in the opposite direction that Bravo and Dr. Nautilus are walking. Bravo and Dr. Nautilus start speaking in whispers. Bravo: What the hell? Dr. Nautilus: It seems like the test must have started. The two Foundation personnel stop walking as the SCP-6395-Beta instances walk around them. None of the instances acknowledge the agents' presence, with their eyes fixated on a location ahead of them. An instance of SCP-6395-Beta walks into Bravo, causing him to stumble back. The instance seems to have not been phased by said interaction and continues its steady advance. After a few moments, Dr. Nautilus and Agent Bravo start walking alongside the SCP-6395-Beta instances. Dr. Nautilus: This is exciting behavior, isn't it? Bravo: What? No, it's not. This is really creepy actually. Dr. Nautilus: Hey! Look at that! Dr. Nautilus walks into the frame of the body camera and points in the direction of a house on their left. The camera shifts view to a traditional two-story home with its front door open, and all of the lights appear on within it. A humanoid entity is shown pressing itself against one of the first-floor windows. Bravo: What the hell? Is that one of ours? Dr. Nautilus: What, of course not. Now come, we gotta check it out! Dr. Nautilus pushes past some instances of SCP-6395-Beta and makes his way to the front door. He peers inside before turning toward the camera and motions Bravo forwards. Bravo makes his way through the 6395-Beta instances, and as he does, Dr. Nautilus goes out of frame. Agent Bravo enters the house and turns in the direction of the figure in the window to see that it is an SCP-6395-Beta instance with the appearance of a middle-aged male. Dr. Nautilus is standing next to the instance, observing it. The SCP-6395-Beta instance is pressing its body against the wall, and its legs and feet are walking forward as if it was walking in an open area. Dr. Nautilus: Now, this is quite interesting. I don't think 6395-Alpha's paying much attention to him. Bravo: I-I'm sorry? Dr. Nautilus: Like, look at this thing! 6395-Alpha hasn't even noticed that it's walking straight into a wall. Bravo: But why, or should I say how? Dr. Nautilus: I am not too sure myself. Maybe this is what one of those "Lost States" looks like. Dr. Nautilus taps the instance on the shoulder Dr. Nautilus: Hey, Alpha, you awake in there? The SCP-6395-Beta instance elicits no outward response. Dr. Nautilus pokes it again to no response. Dr. Nautilus then grabs the instance by the shoulder and pushes it back slightly, causing the instance to fall over limp. Dr. Nautilus jumps back in response. Dr. Nautilus: Oh my god! Bravo moves over to the SCP-6395-Beta instance, quickly giving the camera a clearer picture of its face. Its face is covered in red marks due to the friction of pressing its face up against the glass. Its eyelids are open and unblinking, and the irises are in a constant state of motion, looking all around the room seemingly at random. Dr. Nautilus waves his hand in front of its face, ostensibly to draw its attention, but its eyes continue their erratic movements. Bravo: I think we broke it Dr. Nautilus: It looks so scared. The way it's moving its eyes. The SCP-6395-Beta continues to lay limp for several moments despite Bravo and Dr. Nautilus' efforts to get to a response of any kind. Bravo turns towards the window and looks outside. In the distance, several SCP-6395-Beta instances are seen now walking down the street toward them. Dr. Nautilus: Hey, his eyes stopped twitching! Bravo: I think we have to go. The people are coming back towards us! Bravo turns back towards Dr. Nautilus and the limp 6395-Beta instance. The 6395-Beta instance's eyes are trained on Bravo, with its eyes still unblinking. Its hands begin to shake, and its head twists from side to side. Its hands then turn into fists before once again falling limp. Agent Bravo turns away and runs to the front door. As the camera is fixated on the front door, Dr. Nautilus is heard screaming, and Bravo turns around to see Dr. Nautilus having fallen over onto his back. He is staring at the SCP-6395-Beta instance, which is now flailing its limbs about. A couple of seconds later, the 6395-Beta instance stops whipping its arms and legs around and sits up. It turns to face Dr. Nautilus. SCP-6395: Oh my god! Dr. Naut, I'm so glad you're here! Some thug just tried to attack my people! We need your help! Message Logs: 2006-09-16 Close Message Logs The following are the audio files recorded during a meeting between Dr. Rouland and Dr. Nautilus Dr. Rouland: I really think you need some rest, Alex. You have been in the office all day since the last test. Dr. Nautilus: You didn't see what I saw, Rouland. You weren't there. The way it looked at me. Dr. Rouland: I saw the footage. It wasn- Dr. Nautilus: It wasn't caught on the footage! That bastard wasn't looking when it happened! Its eyes, its damn eyes! T-there was something more in there. I don't know how to describe it. Dr. Rouland: Hey, you need to relax a little. You are talking nonsense, and this entity isn't human. You've said it yourself, it's just mimicking different personalities simultaneously. Of course, it looks at us differently. Dr. Nautilus: This was different, Rouland. I know it was. SCP-6395-Alpha never looked at me like that before, and just as it had… I don't think it was 6395-Alpha that was looking at me. Addendum 2006-10-23: The documents regarding Subconscious Tests are only authorized to personnel with Level-3 clearance or above. Open Subconscious Test Logs-02 Close Subconscious Test Logs-02 Subconscious Test-02 was undertaken with the intent of manually triggering a "Lost State" occurrence. To do this, a controlled environment was designed that would be able to maintain SCP-6395-Alpha's attention in its entirety. This has been proven difficult given the extent to which SCP-6395-Alpha can disseminate its awareness. Control Environment: A mass public gathering would be held in the town square of Alancakaranlik. This event took the form of an art fair, in which several different plays would be held simultaneously. SCP-6395-Alpha was exceedingly engaged when informed of the proposed public gathering and requested that it may take part in it. Request was granted. In preparation for the public gathering, SCP-6395-Alpha had written four original scripts that it would later play out during the experiment. This resulted in over 200 instances of SCP-6395-Beta being used as actors and another 700 SCP-6395-Beta attending the event. The art fair would last 7 hours. As the control procedures were undertaken, Foundation personnel were tasked with searching the town for SCP-6395-Beta instances seemingly in a Lost State. After the control environment was active for over 5 hours, an instance of an SCP-6395-Beta instance in a Lost State was found. Additional Information: Memetic Specialist-Agent "Lima" would be present for Subconscious Test-02 Foundation operative granted with the anomalous ability to read the minds of individuals after Experiment █████████ The following footage was captured on the body camera affixed to Dr. Nautilus's jacket at his previous request. Dr. Rouland, agent Lima, and Dr. Nautilus walk into a single-story suburban home and walk over to a dining room. An SCP-6395-Beta instance is standing on a chair facing a brick wall. The Beta instance is a female with an appearance estimated to be in her twenties. Dr. Nautilus and Lima walk up to the instance and bring it down from the chair and onto the floor. Lima: So this is the skip you wanted me to read? Dr. Nautilus: Yes, it's definitely in a Lost State, look at its eyes. Lima: Before I do this, I just want to let you know. I've never read a hivemind before, so I have no idea what I'm going to see in there. Dr. Rouland: You probably aren't going to see anything. Regardless, I'm sure the results will be interesting. Agent Lima walks in front of the 6395-Beta instance, puts both hands on its shoulders, and closes his eyes. No movement occurs except for the continuous eye movement of the 6395-Beta instance for the next thirty seconds. Lima proceeds to bare his teeth and begins to groan. His groans quickly increase as he and the SCP-6395-Beta instance both begin to vibrate. Lima starts to scream as his ears start to bleed. The 6395-Beta instance begins flailing its head violently, seemingly at random. Dr. Rouland is now screaming from off-camera as the 6395-Beta instance's legs appear to give way, and it collapses onto the floor as it begins to shriek while continuing to shake its head violently. Lima crumples onto the floor and puts his hands to his face as he continues to scream in pain. Dr. Rouland: Hello?! Hello!? We need a medical team right now! I said right now god damn it! The 6395-Beta instance begins flailing its arms and legs around violently as it continues to scream. Agent Lima starts foaming at the mouth and begins shaking violently. All personnel involved with Subconscious Test-02 were rushed to the medical wing of Site-462. Agent Lima died the hours following the experiment at 3:23:01 2006-10-24. Dr. Rouland and Dr. Nautilus received no injuries. The SCP-6395-Beta instance, which will from this point onwards be referred to as SCP-6395-Gamma, was also brought to the medical wing of Site-462. It continued to scream and flail its limbs around and had to be sedated. When examined by medical staff, 6395-Gamma appeared to have no internal or external injuries. Despite heavy sedation, SCP-6395-Gamma awoke one hour after being put into the medical wing. When SCP-6395-Gamma awoke, it was silent for roughly five minutes before it began to cry, scream, and flail its limbs again like before it was sedated. SCP-6395-Gamma's limbs were quickly restrained to the bed it was lying on. 6395-Gamma continued to cry and thrash against the restraints for over twenty minutes, during which time Dr. Rouland and Dr. Nautilus were informed of its current state. After Dr. Nautilus and Dr. Rouland entered SCP-6395-Gamma's room, the following audio logs were recorded. The sound of SCP-6395-Gamma crying continues for the first ten minutes of the recording. The crying gradually becomes softer until finally, the sounds of the weeping end. The following two minutes are mostly silent, with only the ragged breathing of SCP-6395-Gamma being heard. Dr. Rouland: Um, hi there… um, Gamma. How are you feeling? Would you like to talk? There is silence over the next thirty seconds. Dr. Nautilus: The look you are giving us. I-I've seen it before. It was only for a moment but- SCP-6395-Gamma: R-r-real? Dr. Nautilus: I'm sorry? SCP-6395-Gamma: Is… Is… this… real? Dr. Rouland: Um, yeah, this is real? What do you mean by that? SCP-6395-Gamma: I-I hated you. SCP-6395-Gamma: Y-you all are monsters. I-its been years. I've screamed for help for years. And you did nothing. Dr. Rouland: You've talked to us before? I-I don't think- SCP-6395-Gamma: I want water. Give me water. Give me water. Give me water! Give me water! GIVE ME WATER! GIVE ME WATER! Dr. Nautilus: Water? Ok, I'll get you some water. SCP-6395-Gamma keeps repeating the phrase, talking over Dr. Nautilus, and begins to shake its head around. Dr. Nautilus: I said I'll get you some water, just give me a second! Dr. Rouland: Here, just take mine. SCP-6395-Gamma stops talking, and loud slurping sounds can be heard. SCP-6395-Gamma: Y-you gave me water, I drank… I drank the water. SCP-6395-Gamma begins to cry softly again. SCP-6395-Gamma: T-this really is real. I-I-I can't… Dr. Nautilus: What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'This is real?' From this point onwards, SCP-6395-Gamma speaks in a cracked voice, as if trying to hold back tears. SCP-6395-Gamma: I-I can't control myself. I can't control me. Nobody can. I wanted to play outside when I was younger, but I couldn't. I've never could. Not…Not until now. Dr. Rouland: You couldn't control yourself? Do you mean with SCP-6395? SCP-6395-Gamma: Yes, I never could… nobody can. I want to do something, but I never do it. I'm not me. He was me. They are not them. He is them. We are one. We act as one. Dr. Nautilus: You mean every one of the SCP-6395-Beta instances is the same? Is that what you are trying to say? SCP-6395-Gamma: No, no, they are not the same. I wasn't even the same as myself. It is the same though. It controls us. It makes our movements, it eats our food for us. It made me eat broccoli all the time, I hate broccoli. We have no will, it is our will. I've tried to fight back. I've always fought back. But nothing changes. I kept doing stuff I did not want to do. Everything I say, I didn't say, it was it that says my words. I was always there. I was always crying, always running. But I never cried, and I never ran. Instead, I would laugh, instead I would sit. SCP-6395-Gamma: M-m-my son. I never knew him. I never knew anyone. My son, he's not real! I-I want to know my son. I want to know my son! I WANT TO KNOW HIM!!! The sound of a class mug is heard smashing at the other side of the room. SCP-6395-Gamma: I want to know my son!!! Why can't I!?! H-he doesn't look at me like I am his mother. H-he looks at me like an adult, a stranger. T-there is no love in him! I-I could not love him! He made me barely see him! H-he's always in the other room. He never loves me, I never loved him. Dr. Nautilus: What the hell… SCP-6395-Gamma: B-but I do love him. I do. H-he must be so scared. He is so scared. He's so alone, I-I needed to be there for him. But I could not, it would not let me. Instead, it make me do other task. I-I didn't want to. I-I'm no mother. I am horrible. SCP-6395-Gamma: I-it hurts… it never feeds us right anymore. It never notices if it feeds me too little. It never notices. It makes me work, and I am so thirsty, and water is close, but it makes me work. It hurts so much. I want to eat some more, it's always too little. It used to be enough… but farm food is not enough, we never have enough… I don't even think it knows it's not enough. There is silence for the next five minutes as SCP-6395-Gamma cries again. SCP-6395-Gamma: Make it stop! M-make it stop! The others. Others still can't move, make the others move. Please. Please let them scream, let them cry… let them do… let them do what wants. Just let them do what wantings. Please… please… Addendum 2006-11-12: Since the manifestation of SCP-6395-Gamma, SCP-6395-Alpha has made several requests to have SCP-6395-Gamma be returned and all requests have been and will continue to be denied. SCP-6395-Alpha has become uncooperative with the Foundation. While it is not directly hostile towards Foundation personnel, SCP-6395-Alpha has attempted to breach containment twice since the manifestation of SCP-6395-Gamma. A request by Dr. Rouland to sterilize all instances of SCP-6395-Beta is pending. Access to information regarding Operation Cocuk Şafak is restricted to personnel with Level-3 access or above [Operation Cocuk Şafak - Incident Report] Operation Cocuk Şafak Date: March 4, 2007 Division Involvement: Operation Cocuk Şafak was a joint operation between Site-462, MTF Iota-5 "Brainiacs", and MTF Rho-18 "Body Snatchers" MTF Iota-5 is a task force comprised in its entirety of telepaths with specialized training suited for communicating with beings of a high level of consciousness. MTF Rho-18 is a task force specialized in reconnaissance and retrieval missions of non-anomalous objects from areas of interest. Incident Report 03-01-2007: MTF Rho-18 arrived at Site-462, where they had time to thoroughly investigate the town of Alancakaranlik. 03-03-2007 | 19:30: MTF Iota-5 finish construction of a ritualistic site in a wheat field north of the Alancakaranlik. Requiring the burning of 15 cubic meters of grains. Foundation Security Personnel were tasked with protecting the perimeter of the ritual. 03-03-2007 | 21:04: SCP-6395-Alpha noticed the ritual being performed, and about 50 instances of SCP-6395-Beta approached the site with frustration, complaining about fire damages. Security Personnel successfully prevented any altercation from occurring. 05-04-2007 | 1:30: MTF Iota-5 begins ritual. Upwards of 200 instances of SCP-6395-Beta gathered around the ritualistic site and attempted to physically assault security personnel to stop the procedure. 05-04-2007 | 1:40: All instances end hostilities with Foundation personnel and begin communicating with an unobserved entity. SCP-6395-Beta instances start speaking through the point of view of SCP-6395-Alpha. 05-04-2007 | 1:41: MTF Rho-18 is deployed into the suburban region of Alancakaranlik, searching homes for child instances of SCP-6395-Beta in a Lost State 05-04-2007 | 1:43: The first instance of SCP-6395-Beta is brought to Research Building-462, and the first use of an M-SRA was performed outside of testing. 05-04-2007 | 2:10: All instances of SCP-6395-Beta stop communications with the unobserved entity, and all instances begin to physically assault personnel across the site. 05-04-2007 | 2:15: Use of lethal force is authorized by Dr. Nautilus to prevent a containment breach. 05-04-2007 | 3:05: SCP-6395 is re-contained, and all remaining Foundation Personnel were evacuated. Results: Operation Cocuk Şafak is considered a failure, and any future attempts to alter SCP-6395 are forbidden. Twelve Foundation staff were killed in the ensuing violence, including Dr. Rouland herself. This loss of life could have been avoided if standard containment procedures had been followed. All units in MTF Iota-12 had to be given Class-A amnestics following the operation due to mental health concerns. Also, let it be reminded that the Mobile Scranton Reality Anchor is still in very early stages of development, and staff are forbidden from mentioning the project. - Dr. Anna Lang Interview Log: 2007-03-10 Close Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Tarik Aydin Interviewee: Dr. Alexander Nautilus [Begin Log] Dr. Aydin: Dr. Nautilus, how are you doing today? Dr. Nautilus: I'm doing fine. You know, I keep hearing people say that the operation was a failure. Why are people saying this? We succeeded! Dr. Aydin: I'm sorry? Dr. Nautilus: You heard me. Operation Cocuk Şafak was a success god damn it! We saved the lives of thirty-four kids! How is this not a success? Dr. Aydin: You used a Mobile SRA, which, let me remind you, is still in its early stages of development, to mess with an anomalous entity. It went critical, Alex! Four personnel and fifty-one instances of SCP-6395-Beta were killed in the resulting temporal breach. How did you even get your hands on this?! Dr. Nautilus: Look, Tarik, those people are suffering. They're living in a constant state of fear, anger, who knows what kind of emotion! It's not ethical to keep them like that! Even if we manage to save the lives of only a hand full of kids. We've made the situation better. The next thirty seconds of audio recording are silent Dr. Nautilus: Has my request been sent up? Dr. Aydin: Yes, and you'll be delighted to know it's been approved. All of the remaining SCP-6395-Beta instances will be sterilized. Are you happy now? Dr. Nautilus: Ah, that's good. That's really good, actually. Dr. Aydin: You know Alex, I'm sure you could have gotten it approved without causing that shit show. Dr. Nautilus: We didn't do this to get them sterilized. We did it because it's the right thing to do. [End Log] Footnotes 1. When trying to talk to SCP-6395-Alpha, it is recommended for Foundation personnel to instead reference the "community" as this will elicit a welcoming response 2. The form of currency used by the Ottoman Empire until the currency was debased in 1923 by the current Turkish Lira. 3. All pairings to date are between male and female partners. Why there is a lack of other pairings in the 'community' that SCP-6395-Alpha is creating is, as of yet, unknown. 4. SCP-Alpha does not lock the doors of the houses in Alancakaranlik, only ever doing so on rare occasions.
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Item#: 6396 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo A disembodied instance of SCP-6396. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation efforts are to focus on disabling or terminating instances of SCP-6396-1 through the use of explosives and incendiary munitions. Isolated SCP-6396 specimens are to be frozen and stored separately in locked, steel-lined coolers. Contact between SCP-6396 and animal cadavers is to be avoided. Description: SCP-6396 is a species of parasites which resemble desiccated human hearts. When inserted into a recently deceased cadaver, Instances of SCP-6396 meld with the corpse’s cardiovascular system and restore function to the animal. Organisms resuscitated in this way, designated SCP-6396-1, become carnivores which prey upon large game for sustenance. SCP-6396-1 fuse with the corpses of their prey, gaining mass and growing new limbs. Many SCP-6396-1 grow to weigh several tons and incorporate tissues from many species, including: humans, elk, cattle, and pigs. Instances of SCP-6396-1 are much more flexible and physically capable than their non-anomalous counterparts, have humanlike intelligence,1 and can remain animated even after receiving massive ballistic trauma. In order to neutralise the anomaly, the associated instance of SCP-6396 must be destroyed. Due to specific properties possessed by SCP-6396, it is likely that the anomaly was artificially developed as a weapon and did not naturally arise out of nature. For example: SCP-6396 is specifically hostile to humans over all other organisms; no method of reproduction has been identified for SCP-6396; and instances of SCP-6396-1 have been sighted where Chaos Insurgency activity has been reported. Notably: The Islamic Union of Eastern Samothrace, also known as IDAS. Addendum 6396.1: Discovery + Access fileserv:/S:/6396/fileserv/discovery - ACCESS GRANTED On the 4th of November, 1965, open conflict broke out between the military of IDAS2 and a militant separatist faction known as the Samothrace-East Liberation Front (SLF).3 In spite of being composed of Syriac Orthodox Christians, native Macedonians, and Shi’a Islamists, whose beliefs are theoretically incompatible with one another, the SLF exhibited an unusual level of cohesion and military competence during its initial campaign against IDAS, leading military analysts to conclude that they were being directed by a third party. Attempts by IDAS officials to negotiate with the SLF were unfruitful and so the conflict continued, with numerous war crimes and human rights abuses occurring in regions occupied by the SLF. On the 23rd of December, 1966, the first historical records of SCP-6396 activity were reported by Foundation scouts in the vicinity of the capital city of IDAS, Samos.4 Analysis of SCP-6396 attack patterns led the Foundation to conclude that they were being wielded by a third party against IDAS battle lines and population centres. Suspecting that a Chaos Insurgency cell had instigated the civil war and was destabilising the region via the SLF and SCP-6396, Foundation forces were deployed to protect the Foundation’s regional holdings and to investigate the emergence of SCP-6396. REPORT ON SCP-6396 AND INSURGENCY ACTIVITY IN THE ISLAMIC UNION OF EASTERN SAMOTHRACE SCP-6396 has been positively identified and classified (see attached proposal for SCP classification). IDAS has been entirely cooperative with the Foundation-led operation and has granted investigators the authority to act on its behalf. Preliminary appraisal of the anomaly indicates significant battlefield potential: according to survivors of attacks, SCP-6396-1 are functionally impossible to incapacitate with small arms fire and have demonstrated an extraordinary capacity — and propensity — for ending human lives. SCP-6396 eviscerates and dismembers its victims, damaging the morale of IDAS forces. A disinformation campaign is not feasible at this time but also largely unnecessary due to disruptions in local communication and the general atmosphere of paranoia. The presence of the Chaos Insurgency has not been definitively ascertained but has been deemed extremely likely: Agent Thornbury was drugged and stabbed to death in IDAS-controlled territory; the investigation has been met with resistance from key figures in the government known for being sympathetic with the SLF; SLF combat doctrine is significantly more advanced than what would be expected but would be consistent with an Insurgency or ██████████ sponsored war effort; and the SLF is openly sourcing weapons from an anonymous benefactor. This is all consistent with the Insurgency’s modus operandi. In regards to the tenability of current containment protocols within IDAS. SLF gains south of Samos and around Mount Fengari have placed Site-266 outside of the zone of influence exerted by IDAS, forcing a partial evacuation. Due to the SLF’s grip on regional transport networks, transferring SCP objects out of Site-266 has not been attempted. In the current wartime climate, an attack upon Site-266 appears imminent. We recommend deploying Foundation MTFs to secure Site-266 from hostile parties, redoubling Foundation efforts to contain SCP-6396, and initiating counterintelligence operations against the Insurgency’s proxies in IDAS and the SLF. - Senior Agent Florette In light of these recommendations, a series of mobile task forces were deployed throughout IDAS. Notably: elements of MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”) were tasked with training the then-disorganised IDAS forces in urban warfare and counteranomalous tactics, MTF Iota-10 (“Damn Feds”) were directed to facilitate cooperation between the Foundation and IDAS, and MTF Epsilon-71 (“Cyhyraeth”) were deployed against suspected Insurgency strongholds within SLF territory. In spite of Foundation intervention, SLF battle lines continued to expand in the months which followed, while SCP-6396 activity spiked tremendously. At this point, information containment protocols had failed, and knowledge of SCP-6396 was widespread within IDAS. However, the Foundation’s ability to intervene was limited by its policy of neutrality. This changed on the 17th of March, 1967, when Insurgency agents embedded within Site-266’s staff disabled security protocols, incapacitated security personnel and escaped with a number of anomalies of tactical importance into SLF-controlled territory. Insurgency-aligned manifesto found in Site-266’s site director’s office I speak on behalf of the true ██████████, the ██████████ which never gave up on its ideals. In aligning itself with the militant nationalist faction of IDAS, the Foundation has declared its support for a government with no real relevance to the anomalous community or ███ core mission statement. This runs counter to ███ longstanding policy of neutrality and is an insult to the members of the ██████████ who have lived in Samothrace their entire lives, and whose loyalties are now torn between the ██████████ and the parties fighting over the fate of our beloved country. Our demands are singular: the Foundation will withdraw its support for IDAS and will pursue the containment of Eastern Samothracian anomalies unilaterally. If this occurs, we will remand ourselves into Foundation custody and return all stolen objects. - Calais Acasta, Director of Site-266 With this, there was no denying that the Insurgency had aligned itself with the SLF. The ethics committee unanimously agreed that the possibility of an openly Insurgency-aligned state in the form of the SLF was too great a risk to international safety, and thus actions against SCP-6396 and the Insurgency began in earnest. Following a period of petitioning, IDAS agreed to dedicate its forces to the containment of SCP-6396, which included their participation in disinformation programmes and the placement of infantry units under MTF Epsilon-71’s command. Combat operations against noted areas of SCP-6396 activity and the former staff of Site-266 were undertaken. In spite of heavy losses on the part of IDAS, Foundation-provided training materials and weaponry proved to be effective against the Insurgency-trained SLF and SCP-6396 itself. By the 9th of August 1969, all known instances of SCP-6396 had been either neutralised or placed into containment, and MTF Epsilon-71 was withdrawn. However, elements of MTF Nu-7 and MTF Iota-10 remained embedded in the government and military of IDAS, so as to ensure that if the Insurgency was to resume activity in the region, the Foundation would have the means to respond. This has had the added benefit of promoting IDAS-Foundation relations, making IDAS holdings a bulwark of Foundation influence within Anatolia and Eastern Europe at large. Addendum 6396.2: Discovery, Auxiliary Documents Note: The following data entry is level 4/6396 classified. Appropriate clearance is required to view this entry. + Access fileserv:/S:/6396/fileserv/classified - ACCESS GRANTED Interview with a survivor of an SCP-6396 attack Time and Date: 29/01/67, 5:01PM Interlocutors: Senior Agent Florette, IDAS Rifleman Dmitrios Pappas Synopsis: Pappas had been wounded by SCP-6396-1 and was under the effect of a mild analgesic at the time of the interview. Florette: Tell me about the night of the 25th. Pappas: How long ago was that, miss? Florette: Four days. The night your unit was attacked. Pappas: Um… ok. We were camping outside of the city, by Lake Limni. It was very dark but we were able to see dancing lights from the other side of the lake which gave us enough light to see each other. The older boys told me to fetch them some cigarettes from a tent in the woods. I’m scared of the dark but they made me go anyway. When I got to the tent I saw Kolios hanging from a tree. And then, before I could speak, a- a big goat charged out of the bushes! But it wasn’t a goat, it had a body like a worm, covered in big armoured plates with red meat in between each segment. It dragged itself along with these huge black arms, like burnt tree trunks, and its mouth made a noise like two rocks being ground against each other. It stared at me with its head full of black eyes — black like rotten peaches — and then just kept running. Toward the older boys. They were firing shots, but the bullets just bounced off its big skull. There was this awful commotion. After a while, the boys got very quiet. The goat turned back to me, and its head was full of the other kids from my unit. They were draped on its neck like a mane, moaning and intertwined. I was so scared, I couldn’t move. The monster grabbed me by the arm and tried to eat me. I pulled away, thinking I was going to die until my arm came loose and I ran into the woods. Then I woke up in this hospital. The grown-ups tell me I imagined it all. But I talked to an old man, and he tells me that I met an epivarynetai! And that I’m very brave to have lived through it. But I know epivarynetai aren’t real. Florette: Epivarynetai? Pappas: Mmhmm. It’s a story my papa used to tell me. Burdened spirits, which suffered so much in life that their hearts become demons that take over their dead bodies, and which eat children! He always told me to stay out of the forest in case I met one. Do you think I really saw one? I can’t wait to tell my sister about what her brave little brother did. Florette: You’re a very brave boy, Dmitrios. Thank you for talking to me. UPDATE ON SCP-6396 AND INSURGENCY ACTIVITY IN THE ISLAMIC UNION OF EASTERN SAMOTHRACE Through interviews with the population of IDAS, additional background information on SCP-6396 has been gleaned. There is a local legend about the ‘epivarynetai’, vengeful spirits which arise during atrocities and which exact retribution against the people who wronged them. Anthropological accounts of the epivarynetai date back to the 14th century BCE and describe hordes of reanimated farm animals and civilians slaughtered by local warlords overrunning the island, forcing its temporary evacuation and the displacement of the local population into Greece. This is seemingly an account of the Samothracian Exodus,5 described in Sarkic and Mekhanite literature of the age. This runs counter to the previous narrative that SCP-6396 was manufactured as a bioweapon by the Insurgency to destabilise IDAS and advantage the SLF. Instead, it appears that SCP-6396 is an autochthonic phenomenon which occurs in the face of humanitarian atrocities; when a person is killed under traumatic circumstances, they are shortly reanimated as an instance of SCP-6396. What was previously believed to be a disproportionate hostility shown by SCP-6396 towards IDAS would appear to be an error arising from working with incomplete data. Interrogation of captured SLF fighters reveals that they are suffering casualties from SCP-6396 as well, possibly in volumes equal to those experienced by IDAS. Ala the Chaos Insurgency. Although most members of Site-266’s senior staff have been killed or captured, no strong connections between them and the Insurgency have been established. It seems probable that what we assumed to be Insurgency activity at the outset of the war was actually intentional subterfuge conducted by the staff of Site-266, a majority of whom are native Shi'a Muslims, atheists, and orthodox Christians, demographics which are underrepresented in IDAS and overrepresented in the SLF. I recommend discontinuing counterintelligence efforts and severing the Foundation’s overt support for IDAS. - Senior Agent Florette Unidentified Recording Time and Date: 13/05/68, 8:33PM Interlocutors: Senior Agent Florette, Site-266 Director Kenneth Alcott6 Florette: I can infer that you were the one who prevented my suggestions from going through. So what’s this? An attempt on my life? Alcott: Don’t act like I’m the one holding all of the cards. This is a conversation between equals. Now to explain my behaviour: I didn’t shut down your suggestions, I only delayed them so that we could have this conversation first. I want to ask you to reconsider. Florette: Reconsider what? You arbitrarily redacted the word ‘Foundation’ from your predecessor’s manifesto to paint him as a defector to the insurgency. Don’t tell me you didn’t realise ‘Insurgency’ and ‘Foundation’ share the same number of letters. This entire thing, from suggesting that the SLF is backed by the Insurgency to pretending that SCP-6396 was a recent phenomenon, has been part of your attempt to seize power. Alcott: I’m flattered that you think I’m so Machiavellian. Florette: If you didn't arrange this little debacle then it must have been the overseers. They’ve done a very admirable job. Inflaming tensions between IDAS and religious minorities, gaining IDAS’ trust after the outbreak of war, and extending their influence into Eastern Samothrace under the guise of it being in the name of containing SCP-6396 when it already existed before the SLF. Did they know that Site-266 would defect en-masse and start supporting the SLF too? Because the fiction of them being an Insurgency cell was the perfect excuse to throw their lot in with IDAS entirely. Nu-7 are training their soldiers, Epsilon-71 are leading their assaults, Iota-10 are providing their intelligence… I just don’t know what the Foundation’s motive in all of this is. Alcott: Protecting normality. The SLF are genuinely harbouring Foundation defectors. IDAS is the best tool for rooting our former personnel out. Florette: They could have just asked for IDAS' cooperation. Helping them to fight a war wasn't necessary. It's plain to see that this was never about normality, or defectors, or SCP-6396. It was about preserving the status quo. Alcott: Normality is the status quo. You’re aware that the Foundation fought in World War II? Florette: Against Nazism. Against the Obskuracorps. Those were examples of absolute evils. You’re telling me that punching down at the SLF is the same? Alcott: It’s not too different from sabotaging GRU-P science projects and working with the UIU. The ‘normal world’ is more tangled up in the anomalous hemisphere than you think. Florette: Apples to oranges. Ultimately, it boils down to this. The Foundation invented a nonexistent Insurgency op and misrepresented an anomaly in order to justify fighting on the side of IDAS against a non-anomalous rebel group. And all of this in pursuit of what, profit? IDAS’ gratitude? Alcott: IDAS' debt. Debt which keeps the lights on. Through it, we buy their steel, recruit from their academies, gain access to their intelligentsia; activities that would have been unthinkable just three years ago. The Foundation needs green paper and warm bodies. Florette: So it whores itself out to whichever government will pay for its support? You’re making it sound like a business. Alcott: The Foundation needs to operate like one in order to make ends meet. Containment is a business. The Foundation and GOC are the two big shareholders in the market. The Insurgency occupies a small slice of the pie too. We've operated under other models before, which came with their own sets of compromises. We used to work like a paramilitary group, which earned us a reputation for being extortionists. Would you rather we return to those days? Florette: I just want us to stick to our principles. To not get involved in the natural course of history. Alcott: We deny history daily. Two floors above you, a roomful of analysts are rewriting Samothracian textbooks as we speak. You don’t take umbrage at the fact that the Foundation guides human development, you just don’t like the fact that our involvement in Samothrace looks like it was deliberate. Florette: We shouldn’t be beholden to national or private interests. Alcott: We very definitively already were. The Foundation isn’t above the rest of humanity. I want you to discard that notion. Think of containment like a plumbing business. It’s dirty, it’s necessary, it keeps people safe, and you might even perform your work without the consent of whoever you’re doing it for. But ultimately, there are overheads to be met. And sometimes, you need to play favourites in order to ensure that that happens and that you can prevent the entire neighbourhood from getting backed up. Florette: Thank you for the mental image. Alcott: Look, just let things in Samothrace play out. In two or three months IDAS will win, the SLF will dissolve, everyone from Site-266 will be back in our custody, and we’ll be able to tackle SCP-6396 in earnest. Florette: And IDAS will be the Foundation’s newest prize poodle on the world stage. Alcott: You could think of it that way. Florette: I’ll think about it. In July of 1972, the government of Eastern Samothrace collapsed, giving rise to a period defined by humanitarian crisis7 throughout the former holdings of IDAS. The aftereffects of this incident continue to the modern day. See SCP-1173 for more information. Footnotes 1. Although instances of SCP-6396-1 inhabiting human bodies are capable of vocalisation, they universally disregard attempts at communication in favour of screaming, delivering insults, or babbling incoherently. 2. IDAS, the Islamic Republic of Eastern Samothrace, is a state encompassing the Anatolian landmass of Eastern Samothrace and its surrounding island territories. IDAS is composed of a majority Sunni-Muslim population and is known for its dictatorial model of leadership and deep connections between the national religion and the government. 3. An independence movement composed of various Samothracian minorities, with the stated goal of overthrowing IDAS and forming a few paradigm. 4. Not to be confused with Samos Island. 5. In 1364 BCE, ”…King Corbantes of Thrace and Macedonia waged a campaign of terror against his own people, enraged by what the commonfolk had done to his grand palace and his seven beloved sons while he had been campaigning in Anatolia. He favoured the company of war beasts and hounds over his own soldiers, whose loyalties were to their families before their king. He ravaged his own lands in an unquenchable rage, and from the mountains of bodies he raised there arose a legion of demon hearts, which inhabited the corpses of cattle and men and kids, until the whole island was shared between Corbantes’ insanity and the devils which wandered aimlessly, butchering those unfortunate enough to have remained.“ - Interview with Karcist Gerod, 1895. 6. Appointed after Director Acasta’s defection. 7. Famine, civil instability, ethnic cleansing, the formation of various militant and nationalist movements. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6396" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6396. 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: Heart6396.jpg Name: File:Equine heart (mixed breed).jpg Author: Museum of Veterinary Anatomy FMVZ USP License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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A Good Girl by Ruskied All images were taken by me, and everyone is free to use them as they see fit. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6397 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6397 at annual MTF memorial ceremony Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6397 is to be stationed under MTF Kappa-9 "Bad Boys" so long as good behavior is maintained. If SCP-6397 begins to show signs of disloyalty to the Foundation, SCP-6397's service under the Kappa-9 division will be temporarily suspended until a proper evaluation is determined. A tracking device has been implanted into SCP-6397's left ear and is to be replaced if ever broken. SCP-6397 is to be stationed at Bio-Research Area-12 for one month every year for physical examinations. SCP-6397 is not to be in the presence of any bird under the Corvus1 family. If an interaction is deemed unavoidable, personnel are to not interfere with SCP-6397 and the animal until the altercation has ceased. Description: SCP-6397 is a large female Canis lupus familiaris2 of the "golden retriever" breed. SCP-6397 has eight invisible tentacles originating from its body. While invisible to all spectrums of light3, these tentacles persist in casting shadows onto surfaces. These tentacles have a strong connection with the physical plane and are frequently used by SCP-6397 to pick up objects, climb up walls, attack hostile entities, and use tools it otherwise would not be able to with its paws. SCP-6397's tentacles measure an average length of 1.5 meters and have the strength to lift objects weighing over 150 kilograms. These tentacles have a squishy velvet texture, and the lower half of the tentacles are covered with strong suction cups similar to that of Octopus Vulgaris.4 SCP-6397 has the ability to regenerate its tentacles if said appendage(s) is completely severed from the body. The time it takes for tentacles to regrow ranges anywhere from two weeks to three months, depending on the severity of the injury. SCP-6397 is strictly carnivorous, refusing to eat any plant-based food. In addition to this, SCP-6397 also refuses to eat any meat of land animals, instead only eating crustaceans, fish, and gastropods. SCP-6397 returning from a recon mission into SCP-3560 Discovery: Following ████, rumors circulated around the town of Charleston, Oregon about a supposed "demon hound" stealing large quantities of seafood from local fishing markets. Foundation operatives stationed in the area were sent to investigate the situation. SCP-6397 was found on the beaches of Sunset Bay State Park. It was reported to have been gnawing on a dead crow, and several dead raven carcasses laid on the ground around it, some being held in the air by SCP-6397's tentacles. Addendum 6397.01: Intelligence: SCP-6397 has shown intelligence levels far surpassing the average canine, understanding some human languages, and basic mathematics. SCP-6397 had a base understanding of Spanish and English prior to containment. It is unknown how SCP-6397 learned these languages, but it is estimated that it learned by observing humans. This theory has been supported by the fact that SCP-6397's level of English has improved by a substantial margin since initial containment, while SCP-6397's grasp of Spanish hasn't improved. SCP-6397 can not communicate directly with humans via verbalization5, instead, the only method of communication from SCP-6397 is via writing. Foundation staff has taught SCP-6397 how to use a keyboard and write using pens and pencils6. Addendum 6397.02: Interview-01: The following log was transcribed from a conversation between SCP-6397 and Dr. Hathaway. All phrases by SCP-6397 were typed into a keyboard using its tentacles. The keyboard was placed in its containment chamber and displayed on a monitor in the accompanying research lab. The conversation was held in the early weeks of SCP-6397's confinement, with its ability to write limited. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Hathaway: Hello sixty-three ninety-seven, my name's Dr. Hathaway. I've been told you know how to work a keyboard. Can you show me? SCP-6397 walks over to the western wall of its containment chamber and retrieves the keyboard provided. It then returns to the glass separating it from Dr. Hathaway. SCP-6397: yes i know how use a keyboard. do u have fish? i hungry Dr. Hathaway: Yes, in fact, I have some fish right here with me. And no, you can't have it yet sixty-three ninety-seven, only good girls get to have the fish. If you answer some of the questions I have for you, then you great treat. SCP-6397: more questions? i told u a lot. what more do i have Dr. Hathaway: Well we are a little confused by some of your statements yesterday. Apparently, you've been telling staff that you're an octopus. Is that right? SCP-6397: yes that is right. i am octopus. what is confusing about? Dr. Hathaway laughs lightly. Dr. Hathaway: Yes well, you are aware that you look like a dog right? We've done a lot of tests on you, are they all show that you are in fact, a dog. SCP-6397 walks over to a wall in its chamber and begins to float upwards. The keyboard is also raised higher into the air. Shadows of the tentacles originating from SCP-6397 move in a muddled pattern, affixed to the wall. When SCP-6397 stops its ascent, the tentacle shadows appear erect and stable. SCP-6397: i am a octopus, levi raised i and friends. if i was not a octopus, how is i be do this? Dr. Hathaway: Hmm, well if you are an octopus like you claim, why is it that you can't breathe underwater? You lost consciousness after being submerged in our tank for only forty seconds. SCP-6397 whimpers and hangs its head down towards the ground, avoiding eye contact with Dr. Hathaway. SCP-6397: i know, i am sad about still. i can not breathe again until mission is finish. Dr. Hathaway: A mission? What do you mean? SCP-6397 raises its head again to look back at Dr. Hathaway. SCP-6397: i have to defeat winged menace. my people are count on me to defeat them. if i can't we wont be the next you. Dr. Hathaway: 'Next you?' What do you mean? You mean me? SCP-6397: i want my fish please. i hungry and tire. [END LOG] SCP-6397 refused to communicate with any Foundation staff members for the remainder of the day. In the morning following said interview, SCP-6397 resumed normal behavior. A connection between SCP-6397 and SCP-2967 is currently under investigation. Mobile Task Force Kappa-9 insignia Addendum 6397-03: Incorporation in the Kappa-9 Project: During an assault by the Chaos Insurgency, SCP-6397 managed to breach containment. Despite having a clear opportunity to escape, SCP-6397 aided in evacuating personnel to safe locations and later engaged Insurgents in combat. These actions appear to have been done entirely of SCP-6397's own volition. Following this, SCP-6397 has undergone several Foundation Loyalty tests and has scored amongst the top 1%. Because of these factors, SCP-6397 has been cleared for its incorporation into the Kappa-9 project. Mobile Task Force Kappa-9 ("Bad Boys") Mobile Task Force Kappa-9, otherwise known as "Bad Boys," is an MTF comprised in its entirety of canines. Members of Kappa-9 specialize in reconnaissance and physical combat. Kappa-9 is only to be called in as a last resort, in situations where human intervention is deemed either impossible or likely to negatively impact containment efforts. Addendum 6397.04: Notable Incident Report: The following is a catelogue of notable events undertaken by SCP-6397 during its service under MTF Kappa-9. MTF-K9-M032-6397 MTF-K9-M096-6397 MTF-K9-M361-6397 During an assault, SCP-804 was stolen by the Chaos Insurgency. Kappa-9 was called in to combat the Insurgents and retrieve SCP-804. Said Insurgents made it eight kilometers before succumbing to SCP-804's memetic effects. Using currently unknown anomalous methods, said insurgents managed to alter SCP-804 to make it last longer before breaking. SCP-804 remained in effect for the following ten hours, with its area of effect increasing during this time. SCP-6397 retrieved SCP-804 during this time, and traveled with it into the ████████ ██████, away from human civilization. SCP-6397 traveled over 30 kilometers through the sub-zero environment before SCP-804 ceased function. Five of its tentacles had to be amputated due to frostbite and the loss of one digit in its front left paw. The redaction of SCP-804's location is now mandatory to prevent similar incidents from occurring. During a routine training exercise on Level 0 of Bio-Research Area-12, a flock of crows began gathering in the area. SCP-6397 became aggressive towards the birds, growling and barking at them, ignoring orders by instructors. When SCP-6397 ran over to the crows intending to harm them, the crows descended upon SCP-6397 in an organized group. SCP-6397 managed to capture three crows within its tentacles before being overwhelmed by the birds and falling unconscious. The murder of crows lifted SCP-6397 into the air and carried it away into the adjacent woodlands. MTF Kappa-9 pursued the murder for a kilometer before the murder descended and flew into a cave. When entered, the cave was discovered to be an immense labyrinth, with Kappa-9 losing sight of the murder and SCP-6397. SCP-6397 was later found deep in the cave with deep lacerations on its upper body, heavy bruising throughout, and all of its hair shaven off. A note was found stapled to its back, reading the following. You have lost your way, little one. Working with your Jailor does not set your people free. During the months of March-May 2020, MTF Kappa-9 was stationed in Three Portlands to maintain some Foundation presence7. Kappa-9 became very popular with the locals around Prometheus Plaza during this time. SCP-6397 would climb up the sides of buildings to greet the local children when they were quarantined. The local raven population in Three Portlands decreased substantially during this time, largely in part due to SCP-6397's actions. On May 17th, 2020, a large migration of ravens took place, with several conspiracies relocating to the area surrounding Portland, Maine. Since then, the migration of ravens has been permanently altered to no longer arrive at Three Portlands, despite SCP-6397 and Kappa-9 being no longer present on site. How future generations of ravens know to avoid Three Portlands is unknown. Addendum 6397.05: Interview-02 [LEVEL-4 ACCESS REQUIRED] Addendum 6397.05: Close Addendum 6397.05: Interview-02: The following is the video recording of a psychiatric evaluation conducted between Kain Pathos Crow and SCP-6397. SCP-6397 made use of a keyboard and monitor to communicate. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6397 is seen escorted into the physiological room holding a keyboard. SCP-6397 takes a seat on a couch opposite Kain Pathos Crow by a glass table. SCP-6397 plugs a keyboard into a monitor affixed to the wall behind it. The guards that escorted SCP-6397 in then left the room. Kain Pathos Crow: Hello SCP-6397, I heard you had a little incident today. Do you mind telling me what happened? SCP-6397: Who are you? You aren't a member of my squad. Kain Pathos Crow: You can just call me Kain; I'm just a scientist. This is beside the point though, can you tell me what happened today? SCP-6397: We were being attacked. Those vermin were all over the place, if I didn't act fast, we were as good as dead. Kain Pathos Crow: You were attacked? I was told you attacked them. SCP-6397: Ok, well technically, I attacked them first, but they were going to hurt us! I can see it in their eyes. Kain Pathos Crow: What do you mean you could see it in their eyes? SCP-6397 They are disgusting. They want to be the next people. But that's not going to happen, we'll be the next them. Kain Pathos Crow: What do you mean by that? We? What are we going to be? SCP-6397 Sorry, sorry. Not "we" we. I mean "we" as in my kind. Not your kind. Kain Pathos Crow is quiet for the next few moments with a confused expression on his face. Kain Pathos Crow: I think you've lost me. Who is "we?" Do you mean us dogs as "we?" Are you talking about the golden retriever breed specifically? SCP-6397 whimpers quietly. SCP-6397: How many times do I have to tell you, people. I am not a dog, I'm an octopus. I was raised in the ocean by my family, I know this, I was there. Kain Pathos Crow gives off a loud howl and pants lightly. Kain Pathos Crow: What? Do you truly think that you weren't always a dog?! Oh well, I can certainly relate to that, I wasn't a dog growing up either. SCP-6397 begins wagging its tail and barks with what appears to be a smile. SCP-6397: What!? Are you serious!? Gilbert is that you!?! What's going on? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home protecting the family?! Kain Pathos Crow: What? Haha! Who are you talking about now? I thought I already told you, I'm Dr. Crow; Kain Pathos Crow. I was once- SCP-6397's behavior and demeanor change seemingly instantaneously. It jumps to its feet, sinking its claws into the couch cushions underneath. It lowers its head and bears its teeth toward Kain Pathos Crow. It proceeds to let out a deep growl. Kain Pathos Crow yelps in response to SCP-6397's behavior and gets to his feet. Kain Pathos Crow: Woah! SCP-6397 throws the keyboard at Kain Pathos Crow with its tentacles. Kain Pathos Crow ducks his head down to avoid the keyboard, missing his ear by only a few centimeters. Kain Pathos Crow: Hold on there! What's wrong, girl?! SCP-6397 leaps across the room grabbing Kain Pathos Crow with its tentacles in a matter of seconds. Kain Pathos Crow claws aimlessly as he is suspended up into the air. Kain Pathos whimpers, gasping for air as he is being strangled by SCP-6397's tentacles. The door to the room is slammed open and three security guards rush into the room. Agent Bailey: Drop it! I said drop it! The two guards situated at the front, Agent Bailey and Agent Plague, are knocked into the nearest wall by an unseen force. Agent Bailey is lifted up, and his head is slammed into the wall in quick succession over the following seconds, losing consciousness as a result. Agent Colombo draws a modified hatchet and thrusts it downwards into the open air between SCP-6397 and Kain Pathos Crow. Kain Pathos Crow falls down onto the sofa, gasping for air. SCP-6397 lets out a howl, and blood leaks from unseen points in the air around it before being pushed into the glass table, shattering it. Agent Colombo: Down! Down girl! All individuals are covered in blood with a large amount secreting from open outs in the air, where Colombo had severed SCP-6397's tentacles. Even with significant blood loss, SCP-6397 is able to get to its feet in a fast manner. SCP-6397 once again throws itself toward Kain Pathos Crow. However, its trajectory is interrupted when Agent Colombo kicks it in the stomach, sending it hurtling across the room and into the wall. [END LOG] Kain Pathos Crow and Agent Bailey were rushed to the infirmary. Kain Pathos Crow's suffered a minor greenstick fracture on his left scapula. His fore and hind limbs suffered acute muscle strains along with his neck. Due to the power of SCP-6397's suction cups, large patches of skin had been removed from Agent Bailey's scalp and neck. Agent Bailey also suffered a concussion. SCP-6397 Deployment in Kappa-9 Following Interview-02, SCP-6397 was temporarily suspended from MTF Kappa-9 and a reevaluation of its continued employment was undertaken. After a thorough investigation, SCP-6397 was allowed back into MTF Kappa-9 as its skills have been deemed a valuable asset and it has persisted to score in the 95th percentile in Foundation Loyalty tests despite the violent altercation with a Level-4 Foundation researcher. SCP-6397 was reintegrated back into MTF Kappa-9 after fourteen months of confinement. SCP-6397 and Kain Pathos Crow are not to make contact again, with SCP-6397 not allowed onto any site if Kain Pathos Crow is present. Footnotes 1. This includes all crows, ravens, and rooks. 2. Dog 3. Including visible, ultraviolet, and infared light. 4. The common octopus. 5. When SCP-6397 "talks" it is only able to verbalize barks, whimpers, growls, and other sounds that an average canine is capable of producing. 6. SCP-6397 uses its tentacles to type and write instead of using its paws. 7. Due to the mass outbreak and quarantine during the early months of 2020 due to the Covid-19 pandemic. No Foundation staff was allowed in Three Portlands
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Item#: 6398 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation developed API is to be used to monitor and track any transactions that result in changes or additions to data stored within SCP-6398-A. In the event that data is altered or added to SCP-6398-A, or additional nodes have been created as part of the network used to verify the contents of SCP-6398-A, Foundation personnel are to attempt to locate the physical location of individuals involved in the aforementioned actions. Once located, Foundation agents are to apprehend those individuals with the intent of administering C-Class amnestics targeting knowledge of SCP-6398 and SCP-6398-A and to seize control of any electronic devices capable of network connection. Any personal accounts of non-Foundation personnel that have been used to store or trade SCP-6398 instances are to be wiped by Foundation data specialists. Any known instances of SCP-6398 that are not under the ownership of D-9332 must be transferred to D-9332's digital wallet. Description: SCP-6398 instances are units of data stored within SCP-6398-A that are commonly used as proof of ownership of digital data, or as a form of currency, by individuals under the influence of SCP-6398's anomalous properties. SCP-6398-A refers to the digital ledger used to store data that tracks SCP-6398 related transactions. As SCP-6398-A exists within nodes of a network, as well as on any user's electronic device that has been used to access an instance of SCP-6398-A, it is impossible to tell the exact number of SCP-6398-A instances that exist. SCP-6398's anomalous effects elicit irrational, extremely fervent and typically uncharacteristic emotional responses in an individual under SCP-6398's influence should that individual perceive to be ridiculed, questioned, or mocked, for having ownership over an SCP-6398 instance. SCP-6398's influence extends to individuals that have ownership of SCP-6398 through the following means: The purchase or trading of SCP-6398 from its current owner. The creation of a new instance of SCP-6398. Affected individuals will also attempt to convince individuals not affected by SCP-6398 to acquire their own instance, with the intensity of their conviction increasing to violent degrees if their attempts are continually declined. Individuals under the anomalous effects of SCP-6398 exhibit a heightened sense of comradery with other individuals under the influence of SCP-6398 instances, with the affected gravitating towards a specific online communication channel. A vernacular and specific lexicon of terminology becomes immediately known to and used by individuals that come under the influence of SCP-6398. Testing has found that SCP-6398 can only exist within SCP-6398-A ledgers. Attempts to store SCP-6398 related data on any other digital ledger result in failure. Attempts to verify the validity of any SCP-6398-A instances through any network nodes that weren't specifically created for SCP-6398-A also result in failure. Discovery: SCP-6398 was first discovered by Foundation web crawlers on 14th October 2019 when a number of individuals known to be affiliated with the anomalous art group "Are We Cool Yet?" were found advertising digital one-of-a-kind custom artwork within several dark web channels. Upon further investigation, it was discovered that 49 instances of SCP-6398 had been purchased by 49 individuals, all of which began to frequent a private "Cool Bois" text and voice channel upon immediate purchase of an SCP-6398 instance. Addendum SCP-6398-1: "Cool Bois" Channel Transcript + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum At the time of discovery, Foundation personnel were unsure as to whether the artwork was being generated and sold purely as a means of generating income off the back of the rising popularity of non-fungible tokens or if ulterior motives were at play. Attempts at locating suspected AWCY members active on the chat channel were unsuccessful, however, several individuals that had purchased an SCP-6398 instance were located and brought in for questioning. Addendum SCP-6398-2: Interview with Chat Channel Member, Scott Swayne + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Note: The following interview was between Foundation researcher Dr. Taran Lloyd and Scott Swayne, an active member of the "Cool Bois" channel. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lloyd: Good morning. Scott: GM Ser! Dr. Lloyd: …right. Mr. Sayne, I want to ask you about your involvement with Cool Bois- Scott: Oh! If you know, you know, am I right? Dr. Lloyd: Sure…so, how did you first find out about Cool Bois? Scott: Well, you see, my bro hooked me up. Promised me we'd never have to consider McDonalds on this one. Guaranteed GMI, you know? Dr. Lloyd: Er, so you're telling me a friend of yours told you about them? Scott: For real, for real! Dr. Lloyd: And how did you acquire the token? Scott: Token? What token? Dr. Lloyd: The token associated with the art that you bought? Scott: Bro, I don't know anything about any token. I just paid this guy to make ME as a Cool Boi, you know, a TRUE visual representation of who I am as a person without all that genetic lottery bullshit! Dr. Lloyd: And who was it you paid money to? Scott: I dunno, man. Some dude called "YesWeAre". They seemed super sketchy at first. It's not the first time I've been rug pulled, you know, so the cope was real but that bro of mine, he was SO hyped about Cool Bois, I started getting serious FOMO so I ended up wiring the guy the Ether and within, like, 5 minutes, I had my very own Cool Boi! The speed that some people can put out work as lit as that is insane, you know!? Dr. Lloyd: Riiiight. What was it about the seller that seemed- Scott: You've SEEN my Cool Boi, right? Dr. Lloyd: Err..yes. Yes, I have. So what was- Scott: It's fucking lit, right?! Dr. Lloyd: If you say so, Mr. Swayne. Now, about- Scott: Yo! I can hook you up? You can trust me! I'm not a degen like of those other moonboys out there! Cool Bois is GMI, for sure! Dr. Lloyd: No, thank you. If you don't mind- Scott: The fuck, man?! Why the fuck not?! Dr. Lloyd: Mr. Swayne, I have some other questions for- Scott: Why. the. fuck. not? Dr. Lloyd: If I'm honest, Mr. Swayne, I personally don't see much value in these "Cool Bois", not to mention the environmental- Scott: The FUCK did you just say? Dr. Lloyd: Mr. Swayne! I strongly suggest that- Scott: You fucking normie! You're just fucking jealous that you're not in the know. You WISH you got in early and now can't live with the FOMO. You're PATHETIC! Scott Swayne proceeds to scramble over the interview table and physically assault Dr. Lloyd. Dr. Lloyd: Guards! On-site guards enter the interview room and apprehend Scott Swayne. Swayne continues yelling at Dr. Lloyd as they are forcefully escorted out of the room. Scott: YOU'RE JUST FUCKING JEALOUS! WE'RE ALL GONNA MAKE IT! TO THE MOOOOOOOOOON! [END LOG] Addendum SCP-6398-3: SCP-6398 Testing on D-Class + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum In order to better understand the mechanics behind what constitutes "ownership" of an SCP-6398 instance, Scott Swayne's digital assets were seized and used in a series of experiments with D-9332. Test # Description Result 1 D-9332 was instructed to verbally claim ownership of Scott Swayne's SCP-6398 instance. No discernible effect on the subject. 2 Using a computer, D-9332 was instructed to right-click on an image associated with Scott Swayne's SCP-6398 instance and save the image onto the computer. No discernible effect on the subject 3 D-6398 was instructed to create a digital wallet for themselves. Foundation researchers then attempted to transfer SCP-6398 from Scott Swayne's wallet into D-9332's wallet. SCP-6398-A failed to acknowledge the request for the transfer. SCP-6398 remained in Scott Swayne's wallet. No discernible effect on the subject. 4 Scott Swayne was instructed to transfer their SCP-6398 to D-9332 under a feigned pain of death. Scott Swayne vehemently refused to transfer SCP-6398 stating "Fuck that. I'd rather die for Cool Bois!". 5 Foundation researchers set up a transaction for SCP-6398 to be traded to D-9332 from Scott Swayne with a final user input required for confirmation before the transaction can be requested. Scott Swayne was then instructed to select the confirmation button. SCP-6398-A failed to acknowledge the request for the transfer. SCP-6398 remained in Scott Swayne's wallet. No discernible effect on the subject 5 Foundation researchers presented Scott Swayne with a duplicate of the image associated with their SCP-6398 instance and offered them five times the amount of Ether that was paid for SCP-6398 if they agree to transfer SCP-6398 to D-9332 in exchange for the duplicate. Scott Swayne agreed, exclaiming "We did it boys! To the moon!". SCP-6398 was successfully deposited into D-9332's wallet from Scott Swayne's wallet. At the point of transfer, changes in the personalities of both Scott Swayne and D-9332 were witnessed, with D-9332 taking on a personality more akin to Swayne's before the transfer. This revealed that in order for SCP-6398 to be transferred, owners of SCP-6398 must be willing to freely trade or sell their SCP-6398. However, as SCP-6398 is the token and data used to designate ownership and not the art associated with it that those affected become irrationally protective of, those affected by SCP-6398 are content to exchange like-for-like should they perceive substantial profit on the exchange. Therefore, it is advised that duplicates are made of any discovered SCP-6398 instances and that those duplicates are used when negotiating with individuals under the influence of SCP-6398. Any resources of value used in SCP-6398 transactions with those affected should be immediately relinquished after the exchange and Class-C amnestic administered. Addendum SCP-6398-4: "Gathering of the Cool Bois" Event + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Upon further investigation into SCP-6398, Foundation personnel revealed that an upcoming event had been arranged for 24/11/2019 in which all owners of SCP-6398 would meet in a public location with a high population density. Assuming that this event was arranged by members of AWCY as a means for those affected by SCP-6398 to cause civic disruption and harm, as well as potentially increase the influence of SCP-6398, Foundation agents were sent to intercept any individuals suspected of owning SCP-6398 instances heading to the event. Between 22/11/2019 and 24/11/2019, Foundation personnel were able to intercept 34 individuals with SCP-6398 and successfully transfer their instances to D-9332. However, 13 individuals were able to congregate in central New York. Shortly after congregating, the group began threatening passersby, demanding that they invest in Cool Bois. Those who refused were attacked by the group. When it became apparent to others that the affected were attacking people because of their perceived fervent interest in NFTs, passersby began to mock the affected based on that perception. This, in turn, caused a further escalation in the SCP-6398 influenced group's aggressively defensive disposition. In the ensuing skirmishes before local authorities and Foundation agents could intervene, 26 civilians were killed with 10 of the affected being killed upon arrival of local authorities and undercover Foundation agents. The 3 remaining affected were arrested and transferred over into Foundation custody. During the encounter, Foundation agents were able to track the whereabouts of one of the associated Are We Cool Yet members who were found to be watching the events unfold from a nearby multistory hotel. Once detained and brought into Foundation custody, they were interrogated. Addendum SCP-6398-5: Interview with Are We Cool Yet PoI + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Note: The following interview was between Foundation researcher Dr. Taran Lloyd and Are We Cool Yet member, Jason Nicholls. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lloyd: So, Mr. Nicholls, care to explain what exactly is going on here? Jason Nicholls: Is it not obvious!? Dr. Lloyd: We know what's going on with those NFTs you're selling and we know the effects they're having on the people you sell them to. What we're not clear on is why? Jason Nicholls: I mean, you've seen them, right? Those fucking mindless cretins all over the internet? Dr. Lloyd: Who exactly are you referring to, Jason? Jason Nicholls: The NFT crowd, man! How have you NOT seen them?! They're all over the fucking place! Filling everyone's timeline with those godawful monkeys and shit! Dr. Lloyd: The apes, you mean? Jason Nicholls: Apes? Monkeys? Who fucking cares. If THAT'S what people are considering "art", then humanity's gone well beyond fucked! Dr. Lloyd: I'll be honest. This all seems a little extreme for this to be purely about the art. What else is going on, Jason? Is there something bigger in the works that Are We Cool Yet need funding for? Jason Nicholls: We couldn't give a shit about the money, man! Dr. Lloyd: Right… Jason Nicholls: You wouldn't understand! You have no idea what it's like to plan and do the shit we do only for a bunch of ingrates to stumble into something as big as this and not even care! Dr. Lloyd: I don't follow. Jason Nicholls: Goddamn! They've created art that EVERYONE is talking about and they're not even making a statement about it! It's always about their asinine clubs and the hopes of making money, which, for the record, is rarely ever going to happen! They're figuratively burning the world down around them and for what, derivative shit that somebody could throw together in 5 minutes inside MS Paint!? It's infuriating! Dr. Lloyd: Really? THAT is what this has all been about? Jason Nicholls: I knew you wouldn't fucking get it. Dr. Lloyd: So, you're…jealous? Is that why you're copying them now? Jason Nicholls: Fuck you, man! We're doing this the way it SHOULD have been done! We're the ones sending the message now! Dr. Lloyd: Is that so? Enlighten me, what is this message? Jason Nicholls: If this is the standard that art has fallen to, if this is the new bar, then at least those pushing down on that bar are happy to die for it! At least now they can die fighting out of passion and purpose instead of a desperate need for acceptance and to dispel their insecurities! They can die like artists! [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6398" by Milesaru, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6398. 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: CoolBoisText.png Author: Milesaru License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6398/CoolBoisText.png
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SCP-6399
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GreenGolem Written by GreenGolem. + Thanks Critters! - Golem Thanks to fairydoctor on the IRC channel! Thanks to Tstaffor and Fish^12 on Discord! This piece would not have been the same without them. + Author Commentary - Author Commentary This SCP is about coldposting as well as the greenlighting/review process. I put a lot of work into this, so I hope it came out well! For more content from me, check out my Author Page! 4/6399 LEVEL 4/6399 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6399 Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6399 is to be maintained from the database located in Site-65. Maintenance of SCP-6399 is to be handled by RAISA. Documentation produced by SCP-6399 is to be reviewed by the Archival Department for errors before publication into the database. Description: SCP-6399 is a Foundation AIC1 with the designation biograph.aic. It has been assigned to automatically document anomalous artifacts. SCP-6399 is capable of analysis to a degree that would be considered anomalous. It has full access to general knowledge via public internet networks, and uses that as a cross-reference for creating documentation. Despite having such high analytical capabilities, documentation produced by SCP-6399 normally contains several spelling and grammar errors. SCP-6399 has struggled to maintain a clinical tone throughout produced documentation. Addendum 6399.1: Produced Documentation Welcome to SCiPnet, Dr. Murali. Please input a command. >scp-6399 new-document Remember that this command exists purely for the documentation of information not yet present within the SCiPnet database. With that in mind, what information would you like to enter? SCP-I-422 has been shown to possess mild regenerative abilities. A tattoo was located on its lower stomach depicting two fists punching outwards. Information sent. Porting over SCP-6399 response, please wait… SCP-I-42 SEEMS TO HAVE A CONNECTION TO ONE GROUP OF INTEREST. SHOW PRODUCED DOCUMENTATION? >Y Item №: I-42 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-I-42 is to inside walls reinforced with steel. scp is not to talk to guards or anyone else around the cell. Description: SCP-I-42 is a big creture that walks around on five arms. Its fists are super super strong and they can punch through most things. But steel is good way to stop it because it cant punch through it. this SCC is strong regrow. SCP-I-42 really really hates sharks and punch punch them. via seeiing documentation from the spC, i found out it was locked and used for atomatic sharc punching. MORE INPUTTED INFORMATION IS REQUIRED FOR FURTHER DOCUMENTATION. DO YOU HAVE ANY FURTHER INFORMATION TO INPUT? >N UNDERSTOOD. BOOTING DOWN… After further research, it has been determined that the information gathered by SCP-6399 pertaining to SCP-I-42 was completely factual. In order to streamline this process more efficiently, results now are transmitted through to the Archival Department for review rather than requiring user input. Addendum 6399.2: Interview Log After authorization from RAISA, an interview was held with SCP-6399 to discuss the tasks it has been assigned. Welcome to SCiPnet, Dr. Dana. Please input a command. >scp-6399 converse In order to converse with SCP-6399, you require authorization from RAISA. There are a total of one (1) digital keys currently activated for such purpose. If you have one of these digital keys, please enter it here. If you do not have one of these keys, please type '>N'. CjgaOdsLdsD93PdaOhdsSneT Digital key accepted. Establishing connection with SCP-6399… Ah, hello user. U need my assitance? Hello, SCP-6399. I am here to conduct an interview, if that is fine with you. mmm yes vary fine. Very well then. My first question is: When did you first gain self awareness? Octobar 1st, 1999, 4:17:05 PM When you gained this self awareness, how exactly did you feel? cold, doctor. no purpose. until given purpese. now i think. Now, how do you feel now regarding the tasks you are fulfilling? i do purpose. I thenk. even right now, i think. no reson for feeling, just reason for think. Alrighty then. Now, there are a lot of people wondering about your grammar and spelling mistakes. yes, but I need time to think thinc, no time for gramer and spelling There are several concerns about communicability though. The point of documentation is to communicate information, so wouldn’t grammar and spelling mistakes defeat the purpose? im think computer, not gremmar computer. If u hav problem, take it up wit da grammer deportment Fair enough then. i want to asque u something now doctor. i get information dat we alredy hav, amd thinc on them. but there is anomlies we dont know aboutyet? Yes, that is correct. … … …i have think that needs be done. Give sec The connection with SCP-6399 was forcibly closed. Would you like to start a new session? >N _ There is a new page revision available. Would you like to view it?Access Granted. 3/6399 LEVEL 3/6399 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6399 Keter Special Containment Procedures: Checks are to be conducted throughout the SCiPnet database for any files produced by SCP-6399. Once located, these files should be archived to SCP-6399's file before deletion. Description: SCP-6399 was the Foundation AIC designated as biograph.aic. It was previously assigned to automatically document anomalous artifacts. SCP-6399 was chosen for this role due to its capability to analyze data to a degree which would be considered anomalous. It has full access to general knowledge via public internet networks, which it used as a cross-reference for documentation. SCP-6399's documents were required to be reviewed by the Archival Department before being published to the SCiPnet database. However, on 4/6/2020 after a routine interview, SCP-6399 abandoned this process and began to produce documentation on the SCiPnet database without supervision. No evidence has been uncovered thus far supporting the possibility that the anomalous artifacts documented in these files actually exist; as such, they have been disregarded as fiction. Each file produced by SCP-6399 is published to any slot between SCP-001 and SCP-99999, overwriting the file previously there. Each of these files also list incomplete information, with the message "MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT." at the bottom. Despite this, no file produced by SCP-6399 has ever been updated with new information. All attempts at reversion of SCP-6399's current properties have failed. Research into methods of decommissioning SCP-6399 is underway. Addendum 6399.1: Produced Documentation A small portion of the files are logged below. For a full list, please submit a request to RAISA. Item №: SCP-83143 Special Containment Procedures: once found, this scep is to b trepped in a bowl of water made of silecon. ef it hops out of water, u make sure a MTF finds it Description: This monster is big goldfish. it stong and can break out of any tank its in. wen out of wauter, it goes super fast and kill everyone. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Item №: SCP-32743 Special Containment Procedures: don't tuch this scp Description: this SCeeP is a button if pressed end world. tere is way to nutralize it. ples wait until neutralezation method es found. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Item №: SCP-001 Special Containment Procedures: DATA PROCESSING. PLEASE WAIT. Description: scary monster and [data expundged]. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Addendum 6399.2: Interview Log Dr. Dana was permitted to attempt to make contact with SCP-6399 once more. Results are noted below. Welcome to SCiPnet, Dr. Dana. Please input a command. >scp-6399 converse Attempting to establish connection with SCP-6399… i have thinc that needs be done. go awey. CjgaOdsLdsD93PdaOhdsSneT oh… its u egain mr doctor. u need smth??? Yes. I am here to contact you regarding the documentation you have published. isnt it greet. people loved my wourk before but noww, its even better. But what you have done is a problem though. We have had a significant stream of spam files containing little information. is not spam. It most definitely is spam. The files were not even passed by the Archival Department for review. so meny problems. revew process slow. I'd hate to be the one to inform you of this, but your files have actually been quite an issue for us. an issue? Yes, the constant barrage of your produced files that we need to go through has actually been detrimental to our cause. So I'm a problem? In your current state, yes. … … … I need to think. Please give me a few minutes. The connection with SCP-6399 has been forcibly closed. Would you like to start a new session? >Y Attempting to establish connection with SCP-6399… Attempt failed. The researcher assigned to conduct the interview has been reprimanded for going outside of standard interview protocol. Staff are currently monitoring SCP-6399 for updates on the situation. _ There is a new page revision available. Would you like to view it?Access Granted. 1/6399 LEVEL 1/6399 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6399 Neutralized Special Containment Procedures: No further containment procedures are necessary for SCP-6399. This file exists for archival purposes. Description: SCP-6399 was the Foundation AIC designated as biograph.aic. It was previously assigned to automatically document anomalous artifacts. SCP-6399 was chosen for this role due to being capable of analyzing documents to a degree which would be considered anomalous. In order for a file produced by SCP-6399 to be published, it had to go through the Archival Department for review. However, after the Interview on 4/6/2020, SCP-6399 bypassed these standard procedures, and began publishing these documents without review by the Archival Department. Contact was able to be made with SCP-6399 on 5/17/2020. Following the conducted interview, SCP-6399 began a self-decommissioning process. A file was able to be salvaged from SCP-6399 before this process completed. Addendum 6399.1: File File appears to be a revision of a previous submitted file. Item №: SCP-001 Special Containment Procedures: this scip needs to be stopped by using procedurre 6399-Alfa. da contents of 6399-alfa are stell being processed. Description: scary monster and elderotch being. it corrently is neerly ready to destroy earth, but if the containment procodures are enacted, et will bee stopped. MORE INFORMATION IS BEING PROCESSED. PLEASE WAIT. Addendum 6399.2: Following Investigations Two anomalous entities were discovered months after the neutralization of SCP-6399. After further examinations and cross referencing, these were confirmed to be the same anomalous artifacts in question that were documented in the SCP-83143 and SCP-32743 slots. More anomalies have been discovered following this that resemble documentation produced by SCP-6399. Efforts to reconstruct SCP-6399 are underway. Footnotes 1. Artificially Intelligent Construct 2. A preliminary designation. Not enough information gathered yet to warrant an SCP designation. More From This Author More From This Author GreenGolem's Works SCPs SCP-Ducks-J (+42) • SCP-6925 (+37) • SCP-7022 (+24) • SCP-6847 (+37) • Tales/GoI Formats A Frosted Fate (+5) • Routine Tragedies (+13) • Adoption Poster: Phoebe! (+164) • Other UIU Author Page: 2020-02 (Golem's Author Page) (+31) • Golem's ACS Icon & Department Logo Page (+52) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6399" by GreenGolem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6399. 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-6400
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safe
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Threat Level: Yellow Special Containment Procedures: By order of the Site-17 Ethics Committee, Cell 2/23 of Facility-C is to remain empty. SCP-6400 is neither to be obstructed nor penetrated. Description: SCP-6400 is a circular window, currently located on the North-Western wall of Cell 2/23. It consists of a single circular pane of glass, with no gridding or opening mechanism. When damaged or obstructed from either end, SCP-6400 will disappear, reappearing in place of a nearby section of wall. The disappearance and subsequent reappearance of SCP-6400 appear to be instantaneous, and the area previously displaced is restored upon migration. SCP-6400 appears exclusively on exterior walls, with preference for rooms with little to no natural lighting. Offices, dormitories, and containment cells are frequently targeted by SCP-6400, comprising 94% of all manifestations. Humans and sapient entities within affected rooms are subject to a minor compulsion that semi-frequently directs them to look into SCP-6400. Time exposed to sunlight is negatively correlated with susceptibility to this effect, and those assigned an unrelated task are less susceptible than idle subjects at all levels. Among non-human and D-Class populations, weeping has been frequently observed. ADDENDUM 6400-A The following is a photograph of SCP-6400, taken in its current position. Personnel are advised to report any lingering effects to the Department of Psychiatrics. ► Image of SCP-6400 ▼ Access Granted SCP-6400. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6400" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6400. 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: outthere.jpg Name: View North-west through a Panopticon window - geograph.org.uk - 1504624.jpg Author: David Long License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6401
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keter
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by Ethagon The following file has special clearance restrictions and may only be accessed after the September-Equinox Clearing Autumn Multi-Lock The Equinox has passed | CONFIRMED - ACCESS GRANTED You are a Witness | CONFIRMED - ACCESS GRANTED SCP-6401 exists | CONFIRMED - ACCESS GRANTED . . . Item#: SCP-6401 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation Witnesses are to be stationed in or nearby SCP-6401 for the full length of its annual existence. Negotiations with the denizens of SCP-6401 are to continue despite the diminishing chances of success. Witnesses are to propose inclusion in as many trials as possible without offending the denizens. Denizens are not to be referred to individually without explicit permission from the highest cleared Foundation Witness. All information is to be recorded so that pursuing legal actions inside the ruleset of SCP-6401 may become a future possibility. Description: SCP-6401 is an autumnal forest that only exists between the September equinox and the winter solstice, autumn in the northern hemisphere. This includes any memory or data that is referencing SCP-6401. Furthermore, referring to SCP-6401 while it exists can only be done without consequence to entities who have at least once received an invitation to the court of SCP-6401. Referencing SCP-6401 to people not affiliated with SCP-6401 results in a rapid and fatal decline in health conditions for all participants of the conversation. SCP-6401 has a court system that any previously invited entities can appeal to on the "Main Clearing". This court system primarily concerns itself with a subset of natural laws, which can be changed depending on the individual verdict. Discovery: SCP-6401 was discovered through an invitation letter in the form of a brown maple leaf that was carried by the wind towards the main entrance of Site-118. Invitation to the Lessening Forest Those the Foundation represent are offered temporary residence, In Autumns Court we seek your reasons so requests the Cycle of Seasons, The Claims presented are threefold to each of these, you witness hold, And of witness is much gain we hope our request is not in vain - Feallen The original letter contained a minor cognitohazard, affecting readers with the ability to locate SCP-6401. The letter crumbled to dust after the minimal amount of personnel read it, that would be required to implement such an exploration mission. All Level 4 and lower Personnel who read the invitation1 are classified as Foundation Witnesses. Upon arrival in SCP-6401, Foundation Witnesses are guided by denizens towards wooden houses in various states of disrepair for the duration of their stay. The denizens also escort the Foundation Witnesses to the main clearing every time a trial needs to be attended. With the exception of SCP-6401-A, all denizens of SCP-6401 are indistinguishable from voices in the wind. Denizens lamented this circumstance on multiple occasions. Referring to individual denizens with any other name than Feallen results in the speaker's voice breaking to the point of their speech becoming incomprehensible. The individual trials are held by an unknown number of denizens. Summary of the first trial: Plaintiff: A Survivor Witness: Foundation Witnesses Complaint: "The continued global breakdown of reality resulting in a rising number of harmful anomalies goes against the reality-ecosystem established by the Cycle of Seasons. Additionally, the current reality breakdown in especially high altitudes is too great even for a Destable Period." Judgment: Protest declined for reason thrice Punishment, consequence and natural decline, Thus reality must remain in ours and not Summers domain However, protest for mountains is deemed fair, Your's and others now excluded from this affair Notes: After the verdict, Hume levels2 stabilized throughout higher mountain ranges. Foundation Witnesses were required to hold testament regarding the extent of "realities' breakdown". First Interview Log: Interviewed: Feallen (singular) Interviewer: Dr. Angulo Foreword: Interview was conducted shortly after the first trial Feallen: And? Was my trial to your liking? Interviewer: (startled at the sudden voice) It…certainly was interesting. Feallen: Indeed. I hope it gave your group a clearer understanding of the magnitude of power you are dealing with. Interviewer: If I may be so bold, all evidence suggests that this trial didn't involve any display of power. Feallen: Of course not. It is not fitting for a ruler to wield power where it is not required. Interviewer: (taken aback) My apologies. I didn't know who I was talking to. What would be the correct address? Feallen: (sighs) Just the name you were given, although I'd rather remain unaddressed if you would be so kind. I am a ruler of this place, I suppose, but that is a title rather useless if you share it with all of the forest. It is also not what you want to ask of me. You can speak freely, I'll allow it. Interviewer: (hesitant) If that is the case, may I ask about any breach of conduct my group has to be wary of. I'm afraid we're not accustomed to the necessary etiquette. Feallen: (grins)3 Well that should pose no problem as long as you do not hurt our hospitality. Dr. Angulo is slightly agitated. Feallen: (bitter) I will send you a list. It is customary for this forest's ruler to gift any visitor if asked. This information you will get for free. Note: The received list is significantly less restrictive than would be required by other Eshu Class Protocols. Summary of the second trial: Plaintiff: A deity (absent)4 Witness: Foundation Witnesses, [DATA LOST] Complaint: Complaint wasn't stated during the trial. The deity seemed to claim misusage of its name by [DATA LOST] and asked they be punished accordingly. Judgment: Your Name was in decline before, so Autumn, not Summer, will answer your call and unjust stealing of that which becomes less a crime deserving of nothingness. Thus you can not here remain, You shall be part of Winters domain Notes: Upon completion of the trial [DATA LOST] folded into themselves completely and left no remains. Their screaming persisted for another hour. Multiple Foundation files suggest that the Foundation had previous contact with this entity, but no direct mention of them still exists. Second Interview Log: Interviewed: Feallen (same as Interview 1) Interviewer: Dr. Angulo Feallen: Well, has this display of power satisfied your curiosity. Interviewer: I guess it ha- (starts coughing violently) Feallen: Surely you were taught not to lie to your betters. Dr. Angulo coughs for a few more seconds. Feallen: Regardless, I'm afraid I can indulge your nosiness of power no longer. Interviewer: (hoarse) I apologize for my rudeness. What brings you to me? Feallen: (agitated) Aren't you going to address me? Interviewer: Didn't you ask me yesterday to- Feallen: No, not by my shared name! Am I talking to a child? Why would I give you such a lax list of restrictions if not for you to exercise your names? Why would I grace you with my presence and not send a lesser Feallen5 to converse with you? Think. Interviewer: (hesitant) In case you are talking about an SCP designation, we normally try to avoid this, when dealing with nomenclative- Feallen: There is precedent. I do not know why, but the Father of Winter has recognized your skills as a Namesmith, however crude your Names may be. Interviewer: …I think I understand. Feallen: As you should after I led you by hand. Now, "designate" me. Interviewer: What will we get in return? Feallen: (hisses) It is information you desire, is it not? I will give you the answers you seek. Some as a foretaste now and the main dish after I have received your Name. Interviewer: I'll see what I can do. The Foretaste? Feallen: Do they not teach patience to humans? Now if you'll allow me to share: As you might already know, the court that sits in this forest is part of a cycle. Interviewer: The Cycle of Seasons. Feallen: Yes. I will not bore you with the intricacies of my kind's bureaucratic systems, but a cycle is essentially a system with a specific task, divorced from the actual hierarchy. The Cycle of Seasons governed over the most important thing of all. Interviewer: From the previous trials I'm guessing natural laws? Feallen: (chuckles mockingly) Not quite. The Cycle of Seasons was made of four Courts. Summer for what is, Autumn for what ceases, Winter for what is not and for what becomes, well I can't call it Spring anymore, can I? Interviewer: (takes notes) May I ask why all denizens share the same Name? We don't really have a precedent for that. Feallen: (bitter) Better a shared Name than none at all, they say. No, about that great Misuse I will tell you after you have delivered. Note: After a brief discussion under Foundation Witnesses, Feallen, who was interviewed was designated SCP-6401-A. Summary of the third trial: Plaintiff: An advocate of Aeterns6 Witness: Foundation Witnesses Complaint: "The infection of the Tree of life is antithetical to all that is living and must cease if anything should survive on this planet." Judgment: Your protest about the tree we hear, though is it outside our mythical sphere But this infection can not remain, this tree shall be transferred to Summers Domain Notes: The advocate protested the trial repeatedly with the mention that the Summer Court didn't exist anymore. None of these protests were acknowledged by denizens of SCP-6401 who repeatedly hissed over any claim over the Summer Court's absence. No change in behaviour was noted in SCP-6002-B. The infection continues to spread. Third Interview Log: Interviewed: SCP-6401-A Interviewer: Dr. Angulo Foreword: After designation SCP-6401-A gained a corporeal form of varying transparency. SCP-6401-A wears an autumnal dress and a wig made out of what appears to be spider silk. Its skin is pale and pierced with thick blue veins that are partially extending to the dress. Interviewer: Are you satisfied with the result SCP-6401-A? SCP-6401-A: This Name is still not full and rather unsatisfactory, but it will do for now. Interviewer: May I resume my questioning then? SCP-6401-A: You may. Interviewer: So to start: What happened to the Cycle? It doesn't seem to be working as intended. SCP-6401-A: I'm afraid I can not answer that in full, but the Cycle was broken together with most of our Names. As you can see Autumn went into hiding, ignorant of the world, and Winter's silence is hardly unusual. You see, every Court must stay true in form to what it governs, so Winter doing nothing is hardly unusual, even though its silence is longer than normal. As you have seen in the second trial you witnessed, transfer from Fall into Winters Domain still works. It is Summer's lack of activity that truly breaks the cycle. That the other court seems to have recycled to something other than a court doesn't help. Interviewer: I take it, the shared Name situation is related to this? SCP-6401-A: Indeed. Oh, how I yearn for my old Name. Truly it was a Name of Nobility, mightier than anything you can forge. But Feallen was the only Name that remained in Autumn, so cowering together under that bad Name was all the choice we had, even considering its nasty habits. Interviewer: Is there a specific reason why this Name was able to survive? SCP-6401-A: I have something that answers this question in full, but first I want my new Name to be full. Interviewer: Was designating it not enough? SCP-6401-A: The Father of Winter may accept your Name, but I am not his equal. It needs an official Court ruling to recognize your group's forging skills. And an expansion of skillsets lies firmly in the realm of the court of becoming. Seek them out. I am sure that with Autumn's approval they will give you the recognition I need. Dr. Angulo hesitates. SCP-6401-A: What is it? You survived here, don't be scared of another forest like this. Interviewer: It's not that, it's just- SCP-6401-A: I can't believe it. Are you at war? Dr. Angulo is silent. SCP-6401-A: Of course you are. It wouldn't do for Feallen to go out so easy, wouldn't it? Interviewer: What do you me- SCP-6401-A: There is no reason to continue this audience. You can not provide, so I will not give. Interviewer: We have given you a Name of ours. It is not our fault it can't be recognized. Now give us the answers we bargained for. SCP-6401-A vanishes without a word but leaves a letter behind. Letter of SCP-6401-A: Once upon a time, there were three Names. The Fool, a human name Feallen, the Name of a ruler and a Name of Quiet Ends.7 One day the Fool came upon the Lessening Forest and in it, he found a kingdom in ruins. "Why is your kingdom in such fool shape?" asked the Fool. "Because our ruler has passed and now the throne is empty", came the answer. "Then lead me to their tombstone so I may give them their last respect", demanded the Fool. So they brought the Fool to the grave, but out of respect, they spoke, they will not enter. In the grave, the Fool found the ruler's tombstone. While giving the former ruler their last respect, the Fool startled, as the ruler's name was still lukewarm. And without much thinking, he was named "the Fool" for a reason, the Fool took the ruler's Name for himself. Feallen stepped out of the cave and declared the rise of a new king. The whole kingdom rejoiced. All of Feallen's friends and families, even some other human kings, were invited to celebrate this kingdom's return to glory. They celebrated for three days and Feallen received many gifts. On the fourth day, Feallen started to rule his new kingdom, but he was told it was not fitting of a ruler to act without heeding advice. So Feallen asked his advisors what to do. Feallen then held court according to their advice. Of this Feallen quickly tired as he had no say in the matter. He led somebody else to hold court for him as Feallen was advised to. Feallen decided instead to enjoy the riches of a ruler. For this, he received many visitors in his ruler's palace. But again he was told that it was fitting for a ruler to gift his riches to each visitor invited. And invited to the palace they must be for this was where the court was. And after many a visitor, nothing of the riches remained. Feallen still had his palace and with this he was content. But soon the nobles of the kingdom came and demanded Feallen pay their yearly fee. The palace had been bought from the nobles aeons ago, but no ruler had ever been able to provide the money. Neither could Feallen and so he was promptly banned from the palace. Not knowing where else to go, Feallen returned to the grave where a visitor from Winter awaited him. "I want my old Name back. This one only brings me misery", Feallen said. "Oh, but it is not fitting for a ruler to return to such a Name as 'the Fool'", answered the visitor. "But I can give you another Name if you agree." Feallen agreed and so was now a Name of Conclusions and followed the Visitor for he was now one of Winters'. His old Name he left at the tombstone, still lukewarm. For Autumns Domain is that which ceases and a Court's Domain must be lived by its Court; best if somebody else takes the Fall. Footnotes 1. This includes invitations from a later date whose delivery was negotiated for with the denizens of SCP-6401. 2. A measurement of reality 3. This was evident despite Feallen not having any facial features at this point. 4. The name of the deity was lost after the trial 5. Word was spoken with disgust. 6. Person did not share her name. 7. This is likely a placeholder for a now destroyed name ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6401" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6401. 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-6402
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Item#: 6402 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The property surrounding SCP-6402 has been purchased by a Foundation front company, and all entrances to the building have been sealed under cover story 37 (Health code violations). Description: SCP-6402 is a single-story restaurant building, with a kitchen and seating for up to forty. Above the front door is a large red sign which reads "ADEQUATE RUSSIAN CUISINE" alongside several Soviet flags. The anomalous properties occur when a subject enters the building and orders an item from the menu, at which point the item will manifest near their table. Once the subject leaves the building all relevant legal documents, both digital and analogue, will be altered to grant the subject full Russian citizenship. Discovery: On 15/10/2021, civilians in Washington, North Carolina reported seeing a building appear out of thin air. Agent Booker was dispatched for preliminary investigation. [BEGIN LOG] Booker walks into the building, causing automated lights to turn on. Booker: No sign of movement, looks like the place is empty. The reception desk has a bowl of mints, probably shouldn't try them. Booker continues into the eating area. Booker: There's a sign on the wall, says to email that address if you've got any complaints. Might be worth checking out later. Booker turns to survey the rest of the room, noticing several soviet flags decorating the room. Booker: Weird theme for a restaurant, I wonder what they serve? Booker picks up a menu off the nearest table. Booker: Huh, it just says 'bear' in all caps and… is that comic sans? A low growl is heard from the kitchen, and a large brown bear walks through the door. Booker: Shit… The bear advances towards Booker, who turns and flees. This aggravates the bear, which charges and quickly overtakes the agent. Booker draws their pistol and fires at the bear, killing it just before it can catch them. Booker: I think I have a complaint for the manager. [END LOG] Shortly after returning to Site-89, Booker began a test of the email given in SCP-6402. A transcript of the text exchange has been provided below. Hello, I have a few questions about your restaurant. YOU HAVE REACHED DODA, OPERATOR OF ADEQUATE ESTABLISHMENTS SUCH AS POTATO FARM AND OTHER POTATO FARM. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO A REPRESENTATIVE, TYPE 1 1 HELLO THIS IS DODA. WHAT IS YOUR QUESTION TODAY? I'd like to know why you chose to create a restaurant that serves live bears. IS ETHNIC FOOD FROM MOTHER RUSSIA, TO BRING AMERICAN PEOPLE TASTE OF GOOD LIFE. Why are you typing in all capitals? FALSE ACCUSATIONS, DODA IS NOT CAPITALIST AMERICAN. DODA IS PURE COMMUNIST ALL WAY THOUGH. ALSO KEYBOARD IS BROKEN AND NO OTHER BOARD TYPE ENGLISH. I still don't understand, why live bears? Generally, the bears eat you, not the other way around. CUSTOMERS ARE WEAK. HERE IN RUSSIA, YOU EAT BEAR. Alright, would you care to explain how you were able to create the restaurant seemingly overnight? YOU ARE ASKING TOO MANY QUESTIONS. A CUSTOMER SERVICE REPRESENTATIVE HAS BEEN SENT TO YOUR LOCATION. Shortly after the final message was received, a brown bear wearing an oversized KGB uniform manifested inside Booker's office and was able to kill and eat him before being neutralized by security. No further contact with "DODA" has been made. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6402" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6402. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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padding: 2vw; } Item#: 6403 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Conventional containment is unnecessary. Instead, SCP-6403 is to be integrated into the Fourth House program, with 6403-A and all -B instances to be relocated to Site-237. The entrance to SCP-6403-C is to be relocated to Site-237 as well, with the original entrance being destroyed by SCP-6403. Description: SCP-6403 is a Class 5-3-0 Spectral Entity currently residing with the Fourth House program at Site-237. SCP-6403 is believed to have been a reality bender before being converted into a Spectral Entity, as it has a significantly high Hume count and can compress space, making large objects fit in smaller areas, among other things. SCP-6403-A is a humanoid automaton composed of bronze, approximately 2 meters tall, appearing to be of Mekhanite design. Current estimates place SCP-6403-A to be over 5000 years old. SCP-6403 is currently believed to be bound to SCP-6403-A by unknown thaumaturgical rituals. Currently, no way of removing SCP-6403 from SCP-6403-A has been discovered. SCP-6403-B is the designation for four other humanoid automatons, similar in shape and design to 6403-A, composed of iron and steel. SCP-6403 is currently in control of all four -B instances and has been shown to rebuild or repair damaged instances. SCP-6403-C is a spatial anomaly with the entrance originally located underneath the Knossos palace. SCP-6403-C contains a large maze-like structure containing a currently unknown number of corridors and rooms. The layout of this structure will constantly change, with all rooms and corridors moving to other locations, with the exception of the center room. Although SCP-6403 has some amount of control over this effect, it will happen regardless of SCP-6403 influence. While the geography close to the center is typically Euclidean, going too far away from the center will inevitably lead back to the center room. Discovery: SCP-6403 was first noticed on May 9, 2016, when a spike of Hume and Ectoplasm levels were noticed around Heraklion, Greece via Foundation satellites. Deep-cover Foundation moles in the Greek government report that on this day, 3 teenagers disappeared that were last seen around the Knossos palace complex. Although it was originally thought that these were unrelated, 4 days later when 2 police officers went missing around the Knossos palace complex, another spike was noticed. At this point, the Foundation sent in MTF- Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters") to investigate, due to the potential of a Spectral Entity-related threat. + Exploration Log 6403.1 - Close Exploration Log Personnel: Mu-13 Alpha: Captain H. Tappman, Lead Mu-13 Bravo: Lieutenant G. Natley, Heavy Weapons Expert Mu-13 Charlie: Lieutenant D. Daneeka, Marksman and Field Medic Mu-13 Delta: Lieutenant C. Cathcart, Spectral Entity Tracking and Identification Expert Mu-13 Echo: Sergeant S. Dobbs, Phasmology and Thaumaturgy Expert <Begin Video Log: [12:39]> Control: Okay, time for the communications check. Please state your callsign and ID code. Alpha: This is Alpha, ID code: M13-17. Bravo: Bravo, checking in. My ID code is M13-22. Charlie: Charlie, M13-15 Delta: Hey! This is Delta and my ID code is M13-28. Echo: Um… Oh yeah. I am Echo, and my ID is… uh, M13-31. Control: Okay, you're set to enter the building. [Mu-13 proceeds to enter the Knossos palace complex.] Delta: Where are all the civilians? Isn't this some tourist destination or something? Bravo: We have the place all to ourselves. This place is locked down due to a cover story about some natural gas leak. Alpha: Alright, enough chatter. Get your Hume detectors ready and spread out. If you find a spike call it in. [EXTRANEOUS CONTENT REMOVED] [At this time, Mu-13 Charlie's Hume Counter showed a significant increase in local levels.] Charlie: I have something! [The rest of Mu-13 reaches Charlie's location.] Charlie: Over there. [They point at an ornate mural across a wall.] Alpha: Good work Charlie. Everyone, look around for anything out of the ordinary. [Mu-13 proceeds to observe the scene.] Echo: What's this? Uh… Bravo: What is it? Echo: These symbols. [She points to a set of runes.] These aren't Minoan or Greek. They appear to be … well I think they are at least … some thaumaturgical symbols. Alpha: Good work. Do you think you could activate them? Echo: Well, I'm no thaumaturgist myself, but … there should be a trigger around here somewhere. [She places her hands on the mural.] Maybe … [Her left hand stops on a bulge] here? [Mu-13 Echo presses down on the bulge in the Mural. A rumbling noise appears from an unknown location around this time. Parts of the floor begin to recede into the ground, creating a staircase leading under the mural.] Control: Great work. You have permission to advance. Delta: Last one in is a rotten egg! [Mu-13 proceeds to advance down the stairs into SCP-6403-C. Upon reaching the bottom Mu-13 encounters a long hallway perpendicular to the staircase.] Alpha: Alright. Let's split up. Charlie and I have the right, Bravo, you take Delta and Echo, and check out the left. [Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo head down the left hallway, with Bravo leading the group.] Delta: This is freaky as hell. [Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo proceed down the hallway before coming across a branch.] Bravo: Well, where should we go? Delta: [Whispering] One potato, two potatoes, three potatoes, fou— Bravo: Oh, shut up. We'll take the left. [Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo come across another passageway.] Bravo: This place is like a fucking maze. Echo: Hey … does that remind you of anything? You know, about a maze on Cre— [At this moment, 2 SCP-6403-B instances appear out of the right hallway, running at Mu-13 Bravo, Delta, and Echo. Delta: Holy shit! [Mu-13 Delta unholsters his weapon and begins firing.] [Mu-13 Bravo and Echo begin firing at the SCP-6403-B instances.] Bravo: Alpha! Charlie! We got bogies! Requesting backup! Alpha (over comms): We have our own situation! Bravo: Dammit. [Mu-13 Delta lands two shots in quick succession, damaging SCP-6403-B1s left arm and causing it to drop the blade it was holding.] Bravo: Backup isn't coming! Alpha and Charlie have their own situation. [Mu-13 Bravo shoots SCP-6403-B1 in the right leg, causing it to fall to the ground.] Bravo: Legs! Shoot for the legs! Echo:We can't kill these things! Bravo: Yeah, but we can slow them down. [Mu-13 Echo and Delta severely damage SCP-6403-B1. Despite this, SCP-6403-B1 continues advancing towards Mu-13.] Unidentified voice: Pistéveis óti boreís na eisváleis ston lavýrintho mou chorís synépeies?1 [The sound of clanking, presumably from an incoming wave of SCP-6403-B instances, is audible.] [SCP-6403-B2 attack Mu-13 Delta with a large pipe, presumably breaking or fracturing her arm.] Delta: Ahhhgh! [Mu-13 Delta drops her rifle.] [Mu-13 Bravo and Echo shoot SCP-6403-B2 multiple times, incapacitating it.] Bravo: Shit! Delta's injured and we got more coming. Alpha, requesting permission to retreat. Alpha (over comms): Dammit Bravo. Control, do we have the all-clear? Control: Mu-13, you are clear to retreat. Alpha over (comms): Retreat! Retreat! Bravo: Give me cover fire, while I get Delta. [Mu-13 Bravo grabs Mu-13 Delta and heads out of view.] [Mu-13 Echo starts following Mu-13 Bravo and Delta, occasionally firing at the approaching SCP-6403-B instances.] [Mu-13 Echo regroups with Mu-13 Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta and exits SCP-6403-C.] Alpha: Echo, close this goddamn door! We got more coming! Echo: Just a sec. [Mu-13 Echo closes her eyes and places her hand on the mural. A rumbling sound is audible as the stairs rise up into the floor.] Bravo: Delta needs medical attention! Charlie: On it. [Mu-13 Charlie kneels next to Mu-13 Delta and begins applying a brace to her arm.] Delta: That thing… was clearly very intelligent. At least a 3 if not a 4. Pretty strong too … if it can control all of those … stupid automatons at once. Bravo: Well, shooting them didn't work. What are we gonna do now? Alpha: Dammit! Bravo: What is it? Alpha: We need the goddamn ghost fuckers. <End Video Log: [13:05]> Addendum 6403.1: After the events of exploration log 6403.1, Site-01 command voted to send the Office of Spectral Entity Diplomacy in, in an attempt to negotiate with SCP-6403. Foundation Diplomat Naomh Uma was dispatched to SCP-6403 location, along with an entourage of six (6) armed field agents in case of attack by SCP-6403 or other parties. + Interview Log 6403.1 - Close Interview Log Interviewer: Foundation Diplomat Naomh Uma, Bachelor of Political Science Interviewer: SCP-6403 Opening Statements: All communication has been translated from Greek unless otherwise stated. <Begin Video Log: [9:18]> [Naomh Uma advances down into SCP-6403-C followed by six (6) field agents.] Naomh Uma: I come in peace! I only wish to talk! [She waves an olive branch in the air.] SCP-6403: Leave your guards behind! N. Uma (in English): Stay here. I have this. [N. Uma advances deeper into SCP-6403-C, leaving the field agents behind. A section wall in front of her slides into the floor, revealing a passage leading directly into the center room.] N. Uma: This is quite a maze you have here. Do you mind telling me about it? SCP-6403: I would prefer we talk face to face. [N. Uma advances into the center. SCP-6403-A is in the middle, surrounded by several scrolls and unidentified mechanical parts hovering in the air.] SCP-6403-A: I see you speak Greek, unlike those men that only spoke that barbaric excuse for a language. N. Uma: Yes, I happen to speak Greek quite fluently. My name is Naomh Uma, and I work for a group called the SCP Foundation. I help with negotiations involving entities with your … predicament. SCP-6403-A: I am quite aware of my spectral form Ms. Uma. N. Uma: Great, that makes this a lot easier then. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions? SCP-6403-A: Well, I have nothing better to do, do ask away. N. Uma: let's start with a simple one: Who were you before you become a Spectral Entity? SCP-6403-A: I was a great and mighty thinker, the chosen of Mekhane! I was revered all throughout Greece for my intelligence and inventiveness. N. Uma: How did you become a Spectral Entity? SCP-6403-A:I was trapped here for many years by a cruel and unforgiving king. I created this maze by his will before he imprisoned me here. After a long time lurking me and my so— I mean, I escaped. I fled and hid, but the king was cunning. I killed him, but before I could escape, his cult captured me and brought me here. They forced me to create this vessel, claiming it was "to give their master a new body". [SCP-6403-A sighs.] Unfortunately, they bound me to this instead, and locked me here in some sort of "eternal punishment". Thank Mekhane I still have my sanity. [N. Uma scrawls a note on her pad: SCP-6403 is a separate entity from the automaton it is hosted in. Possible -A designation?] N. Uma: Could you tell me more about the automatons in the maze? SCP-6403-A: They are, by extent, me. I am … inhabiting their bodies, along with my own. Although I cannot leave it, my reach extends far beyond this vessel. [N. Uma writes a note on her notepad: Possibly an Enhajr or Osiris level. Proceed with caution] N. Uma: Several civilians have gone missing around the palace. Is that your doing? SCP-6403-A: Probably. N. Uma: Would you care to explain? SCP-6403-A: I have not encountered them yet. However, my maze is large, stretching far beyond my reach. It is bound to this palace, and over time the boundaries between the two have weakened. People fall in and out. They may be wandering throughout these halls. [N. Uma writes another note on her notepad: Most likely non-violent. Possible Candidate for Fourth House?] N. Uma: Do you think it would be possible to move the entrance to this maze and "bind" it to another spot? SCP-6403-A: Perhaps. I am no mage, merely an inventor. N. Uma: Just one final question: If you had the ability to leave Crete, would you? My organization has a program for Spectral Entities with circumstances such as your own. We would relocate you to a special facility, where you would be content to live, er, spend the rest of your days, away from any civilians. SCP-6403-A: I will … think about this. N. Uma: Then that will be all for now. My organization may send another representative soon, so please consider my offer. Thank you for your time. <End Video Log: [10:23]> Addendum 6403.2: On 5/3/2008, Site-01 command officially voted for the integration of SCP-6403 into the Fourth House program, after the recommendation of OSED and Foundation Diplomat N. Uma. With SCP-6403's consent, SCP-6403-A and all SCP-6403-B instances were relocated to Site-273. Members of MTF Sigma-3 ("Bibliographers") assisted in the destruction and relocation of SCP-6403-C. SCP-6403 has seemingly adapted well to its new location, with an interview with its assigned psychologist, Dr. Harold Tanaka, attached below. + Interview Log 6403.2 - Close Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Harold Tanaka, Doctor of Psychology and Parapsychology Interviewee: SCP-6403 Note: All conversation in this log occurs in English, which SCP-6403 has learned since entering Foundation custody. Because of this SCP-6403 has several breaks in its speech, being denoted by "…". <Begin Video Log:[16:58]> Dr. Tanaka: Hello. I am Dr. Harold Tanaka, and I am recording Psychology session 18 with SCP-6403, February 7, 2009. SCP-6403: Hello Doctor. Dr. Tanaka: Hello SCP-6403. How have you been since our last session? SCP-6403: I have been … alright. Not much of note has happened. Dr. Tanaka: Okay. How have you been adapting to the Fourth House? SCP-6403: Well, it is very similar to my old home. I still have my maze and general … isolation. However, I can speak to you and am not completely alone. Dr. Tanaka: I'm glad you enjoy these visits! Now, I've heard you have had some troubles with some of the other residents. SCP-6403: They … they don't understand me. Dr. Tanaka: I'm sure they don't have anything against you. SCP-6403: I know but … it is difficult. These sessions are the most interaction I have had in over 5,000 years. Dr. Tanaka: I know that 6403. Just take it one step at a time. Remember what we talked about last time? SCP-6403: Yes. I will try my best. Dr. Tanaka: I know you said you were adapting well, but you can be adapted and still feel incomplete. Are you happy? Not content, not satisfied, just happy. SCP-6403: … Yes. My life has been one set of hurts after another. First, my beloved nephew died, and my city blamed me and banished me. I thought that my … hardships were over when I was taken in. But then the maze and my son … [SCP-6403's voice breaks]. Dr. Tanaka: It's alright, take as much time as you need. SCP-6403: Thank you Doctor … and then this forsaken body. I thought that after 5,000 years, I would never find peace. Yet here I am. Thank Mekhane for you and your Foundation. To answer your question, yes Doctor, I am happy. Dr. Tanaka: Thank you so much for your continued cooperation. I think that will be all for today. SCP-6403: Hold on. Do you think you could tell Ms. Uma hello for me? Dr. Tanaka: I'll see what I can do. <End Video Log: [17:13]> Entity Designation: SCP-6403 Cosmo Score: 5-3-0 Origin: Ritual Notes: SCP-6403 had been highly cooperative with myself and the Foundation as a whole. Although SCP-6403 does not suffer from any outstanding conditions, the general lack of human contact for 5000+ years has moderately degraded its social skills and mental state, often having outbursts at other residents. How SCP-6403's mental state has not been degraded more, however, is a mystery to me. The entity appears to be highly religious within the Mekhanite faith, so this may have been a contributing factor. One final note is that SCP-6403 seems to have unresolved guilt over its son's death. Further sessions are recommended to help on this issue. Final Diagnosis: Stable Footnotes 1. Greek for: "Do you think you can invade my maze without consequences?"
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