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SCP-6405 Byㅤ Metaphysician Published on 30 Jan 2023 19:40 Item #: SCP-6405 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6405 is to remain anchored at its current position by steel wire tethers that are to be replaced biannually or as deemed necessary by Command. Patrol ships are to maintain a 5 km perimeter around SCP-6405, preventing unauthorized access. Due to environmental conditions, all Foundation personnel are to be equipped with cold weather attire. The use of earplugs is mandatory due to the deafening vocalizations of SCP-6405-1. Personnel are to be rotated every three months due to the physiological and psychological stress caused by the low temperature, remote nature of the location, lack of direct sunlight, and the persistent vocalizations of SCP-6405-1. Boarding SCP-6405 is strictly prohibited until further notice. + ARCHIVED: Special Containment Procedure ACCESS GRANTED Personnel are to only board the vessel as part of authorized exploration missions. Selected personnel are to be delivered by speedboat and must disembark SCP-6405 in under 9 minutes. Objects are not to be removed from SCP-6405 and are to be instead photographed with non-electronic cameras. Description: SCP-6405 is a 134.16 m length cruise ship. Research into the origins of the vessel revealed that it had been registered anonymously to the Bahamas Maritime Authority, a popular flag of convenience1. The Foundation has since been able to trace ownership, through transaction records and the questioning of Bahamas Maritime Authority employees, to Rufus Dreschner - film producer and high ranking member of the Fifth Church. Infrared readings have revealed a humanoid entity within the lower hold which has since been classified as SCP-6405-1. SCP-6405-1 continuously vocalizes at >150 dB. These vocalizations, along with the observed movements of SCP-6405-1, are suggestive of a perpetual state of pain and an inability to leave the room in which it is presently located. SCP-6405-1 emits a periodic burst of radiation on par with ultra-high-energy cosmic rays (UHECR)2, highly lethal3 but quickly dissipating for reasons still unknown. These bursts occur approximately every 9 minutes, though the reason for the pause/delay has yet to be determined. Electronics brought aboard SCP-6405 are immediately rendered inoperable regardless of when a burst event occurs. Non-digital photography is a viable means of gathering information in the limited time allotted for exploration. Objects removed from SCP-6405 rapidly disintegrate, resulting in photography being the only means of gathering information from items and documents discovered aboard. SCP-6405 was discovered during the investigation of a "double flash" of light detected by an American satellite4 at coordinates 47°S 40°E on September 22, 1979. The event was publicly hypothesized to be the result of a joint South African and Israeli nuclear test near the South African controlled Prince Edward Islands. The Foundation, suspecting a potentially anomalous event, proceeded to investigate. Passenger manifests and dossiers recovered from SCP-6405 support the existence of a once extensive crew. However, out of the 1,892 people mentioned, only one has been definitively proven to have ever existed outside of documents found on SCP-6405 (see SCP-6405-1). Social Security numbers and bank accounts fail to correspond with any persons, living or deceased. Journal entries and missives found on board suggest the purpose of SCP-6405 was to serve as a reeducation center for members (and former members) of the Fifth Church. The general living quarters were found to be cramped and lockable from the outside, closely resembling prison cells, while those inhabited by higher ranking members of the Fifth Church were noted to be of ample size and lavishly furnished. Although no human remains have ever been recovered, clothing can be found scattered throughout the ship's interior, evidently discarded as entire outfits and covered with a black residue of unknown origin. SCP-6405-1 is believed to be Sophia Salazar (formerly Sophia Efron), a soprano with the Vox Aeterna opera company and wife of Carlos Salazar, a wealthy and influential member of the Fifth Church. Sophia Salazar had been reported missing by friends and family not associated with the Fifth Church. The Los Angeles Police Department claimed to have investigated the matter, visiting Carlos Salazar's Hollywood mansion, and declaring Sophia Salazar to be safe. She has not been seen in public since 1974. Operatives have reported and captured photographs of Foundation-issued uniforms and equipment throughout SCP-6405. Identification cards do not match recorded personnel, living or deceased, and were initially considered forgeries, though how the Fifth Church gained the necessary classified information to do this remains unknown. Further complicating the matter is the recent discovery of Foundation materials only created or employed after the discovery of SCP-6405. These objects number in the thousands and have rendered certain parts of SCP-6405 inaccessible without excavation. Recovered Documents: + SCP-6405 Document I: Orientation ACCESS GRANTED We do this because we love you. But existence isn't a right - it's a privilege - and you're all here because you let it inside. When you gorge yourself on lies, you leave no room for the Resonance. But now you're fat with too much unnecessary information. You’ve become a clog in the drain, a clot in the vein. You are here for a spiritual enema, to flush away the human sewage. Stars love a void - let us help you become empty. With our love, you’ll swallow a most beautiful star. Imagine it. A beautiful shining star, full of light and law. And when the time comes - and mark my words, it is coming soon - you’ll be with us. You’ll be with us, when all becomes music. + SCP-6405 Document II: CS-ORDERS OF MAJESTY ACCESS GRANTED CS I: UNCLEAN - MONETARY SACRIFICE OF $5,225 TO ASCEND CS II: BLIND - MONETARY SACRIFICE OF $10,092 CS III: DEAD - MONETARY SACRIFICE OF $16,204 CS IV: FREEDOM - SHOW THEM WHERE IT GOES CS V: FUTURE PER[rest of document illegible due to damage but appears to contain an additional 3 to 5 ranks] + SCP-6405 Document III: SPI-QUEST ACCESS GRANTED Have you ever found yourself dancing when no one else was? Have you failed to sever deviant relations? Do dead stars still burn? Have you followed the smoke? Can you taste it? What is the color of space? Does it bother you to have your privacy invaded? What do you wish you hadn't done? What promise did you fail to keep? Do you have any secrets that you’re afraid we'll find out? Have you ever turned away from the smoke? Did you think we wouldn’t recognize your lies? How many falsehoods have you told since this session began? Do these questions upset you? Why won't you take off your mask? Why did you hide your soul from us? Did you think we wouldn't know? Why do you choose to be sick? In your dreams, have you ever destroyed a world? Do you remember how it felt? You let it in, didn't you? Do you still die in your dreams? Do you truly believe you deserve to exist? +SCP-6405 Document IV: Journal of P. Fideus, CS-IV ACCESS GRANTED “Her bad vibrations make her bad for the church. Should have just gotten rid of her but Mr. Salazar thinks we can fix her. Who am I to question a CS-VII? Most here just want to give all they can. So much love. Already gifted all their worldly possessions. Bodies too. Not like they'll need them in the long run.” “Salazar’s problem spit on my face today. It’s like she doesn’t even want to ascend. What a psycho bitch. Stupid! Decided to do a little ‘corrective therapy’ but she lost consciousness about an hour in. I take pride in my work and expect a captive audience. Got pretty messy in there, so figured I’d let the other aberrations clean up. You know, let her be an example of what happens if they deviate from the program.” “We've been at this one for years now. Must have pissed off Mr. Salazar something fierce. Her flow is all wrong. Told us to correct her but I don't think he even cares anymore. Easy enough to replace. Keep up appearances. I wanted to toss her overboard but Armitage radioed us, says he got something special planned and needs the bitch alive, for now. If Armitage tells you to do something you fucking do it. Man's CS level is out of this world.” “We docked at Cali and shit, the equipment they set us up with? We're gonna make Salazar's little problem disappear. The Fifth World ain't for everybody.” Addendum: On 06/21/1991, a photograph was obtained by a D-Class personnel (the first sent) and returned safely to the Foundation Control Ship. The image depicts a heavy vault door with an observational window. Although the photograph revealed an empty cell, it appears to be the room containing SCP-6405-1 based on thermal readings. It has thus been hypothesized that SCP-6405-1 cannot be observed by the naked eye. Closer analysis of the photograph uncovered words carved in the back wall of the cell. Although difficult to read, scans with image retrieval software revealed the words: “MAY THEIR NAMES AND MEMORIES BE OBLITERATED”5 Recent photographs from the ship suggest that orange D-Class jumpsuits now outnumber plain clothes and operative attire. Also noted was a sudden jump in discarded cameras within SCP-6405. The O5 Council has ordered the cessation of all SCP-6405 related exploration and experimentation until further notice. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6405" by Metaphysician, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6405. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Flag of convenience is the business practice of registering a merchant ship in a sovereign state different from that of the ship's owners, and flying that state's civil ensign on the ship. Ships are registered under flags of convenience to reduce operating costs or avoid the regulations of the owner's country. 2. A cosmic ray particle with a kinetic energy greater than 1018 eV. 3. Based on radiometric readings, the Foundation has consistently maintained a safe distance from the event. 4. Created by the United States to monitor compliance with the 1963 Partial Test Ban Treaty by the Soviet Union. 5. A phrase likely derived from yimakh shemo v'zikhro (Hebrew: יִמַּח שְׁמוֹ וְזִכְרוֹ, lit. 'may his name and his memory be erased'), a biblical Hebrew curse.
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CONTENT WARNING PROCEED AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION This story depicts severe emotional and mental abuse. 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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-6406 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6406 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell within Site-87. Standard interview protocols are to be observed with the following two caveats: Interviews are to only be performed by Researcher Cassandra Pike. Additional security is to be implemented to subdue either the subject or Pike if violence is imminent, up to and including utilization of anesthetic gas to render either subject or Pike unconscious. In addition, Pike has been granted clearance to Site-87’s armory. She is allowed a small-caliber handgun in order to subdue and recontain SCP-6406 in the event that it manifests in her proximity. She is to be accompanied by a discrete security detail while inside Nexus Zone 18. Description: SCP-6406 is an entity of unclear origin that resembles Dr. Francis Bietsy, a former neurosurgeon and self-proclaimed ‘health guru’.1 While physically resembling Bietsy, SCP-6406 is demonstrably not the individual in question. Notable deviations include the fact that SCP-6406 appears to be twenty-two years old, while the actual Francis Bietsy is thirty-four years old; SCP-6406 cannot accurately account for their activities between 2000 and 2022; SCP-6406 lacks basic biographical knowledge of subjects such as the names of Francis Bietsy’s parents, their childhood home, and the name of their wife; and SCP-6406 displays distinctive, exaggerated emotionally abusive behavior. Furthermore, SCP-6406 has shown anomalous regenerative properties to the point where they can recover from any injury. SCP-6406 is in a heavily antagonistic relationship with Foundation researcher Dr. Cassandra Pike, stationed at Site-87. Dr. Pike was friends with the actual Francis Bietsy during her time in undergraduate school, but grew distant following a severe argument that resulted in Dr. Pike being issued mandatory counseling by psychological staff at William and Mary University. Dr. Pike has not received an SCP classification, as she is not anomalous beyond her connection to SCP-6406. SCP-6406 manifested in early 2021, approximately five months into Dr. Pike’s pregnancy. Two days prior to its manifestation, she had been contacted by the actual Francis Bietsy over their civilian Facebook account, where she had posted photographs of herself throughout her pregnancy; Bietsy seemingly wished to congratulate Dr. Pike on their successful conception. Addendum: Manifestation of SCP-6406: In March of 2021, SCP-6406 manifested while Dr. Pike was with her husband, Dr. Claude Mattings, at St. Francis de Sales Hospital in Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin2 While leaving the building following an ultrasound examination, embedded listening devices within their phones recorded the following audio: Dr. Mattings: You’re joking. Dr. Pike: I wish. I wanted to throw my phone at the wall when I saw it. Dr. Mattings: From what you told me, guy’s a piece of work. Dr. Pike: Yeah. Blocked him and left him on ‘read’. If I didn’t have my parents on there, I’d honestly delete Facebook. Dr. Mattings: Honestly? You could probably ask Pryce to assassinate Zuckerberg for you, make their stock plummet. Would make a hell of a baby shower gift, I think. Dr. Pike: laughing Jesus, hon! Dr. Mattings: Just a joke, just a joke. Dr. Pike: Normal people don’t joke about assassinating CEOs in front of recording equipment so high-fidelity it can hear a flea piss on the moon! Dr. Mattings: So you prefer me cold and stoic, got it. Wait, where’d we park? Dr. Pike: Hold on, I have the remote. Miscellaneous audio expunged Dr. Mattings: I swore we parked closer. Sorry about that, hon. Dr. Pike: audibly panting It’s… fine. But… next time, I’m… taking the wheelchair. Dr. Mattings: Good ide— Silence for several seconds. Dr. Mattings: Who the hell is that in our car? Dr. Pike: Shit. Does this one have the thing where we can lock someone in? Dr. Mattings: New car, remember? We haven’t had it installed yet. Dr. Pike: Fuck. What do we do? Dr. Mattings: I’ll call 9-1-1. Get behind me. I’d rather whatever’s in there eat me before it gets to my daughter. Dr. Mattings is heard on the phone with emergency services. Further data is pulled from Dr. Pike’s device. Dr. Pike: I… think I’m seeing things, or else the town’s getting to me. It looks like… like… The sound of a car door opening and closing is heard. SCP-6406: Eya, Cass. How’s it going? Dr. Pike: What the fuck? Francis? Francis fucking Bietsy? I— no, no way, no. Dr. Mattings: Wait— the hell? I saw him on TV the other day. You’re telling me that’s Francis Bietsy? Dr. Pike: It fucking looks like the son of a bitch. Same smug smile, same hair, same letterman jacket… and he hasn’t aged a day. That spells ‘anomaly’. Dr. Mattings: I’ll call the Site for pickup. Just… don’t do anything rash. We don’t want— Dr. Pike: Another Oliver? Dr. Mattings: Yeah. SCP-6406: Look at you, all knocked up. Looks like you produced something halfway worthwhile. Dr. Mattings: Cassandra. Stay behind me. I need to— SCP-6406: To what, exactly? While you protect her from her own failures, again? You know why she hates me so much? Dr. Mattings: No, and I frankly don’t care. Dr. Mattings activates his phone’s personal assistant. Helen, contact Site-87, Code 25. SCP-6406: Apathy is the most positive emotion I could expect from her at this point, and she won’t even give me that. Your wife’s a bitch, and you’re only with her out of pity and the fear that— At this point, SCP-6406 was violently subdued by Dr. Mattings. SCP-6406 was unusually cooperative, allowing itself to be taken into custody. Its injuries (amounting to a broken nose and a concussion) healed rapidly after its arrival at Site-87. However, it refused to communicate with any member of Site-87 personnel except for Dr. Pike. She agreed to this, as Bietsy is a public figure, and any connection this anomaly has to him posed a risk to Veil integrity should the behavior of SCP-6406 begin to manifest in the actual Francis Biesty. Addendum: Selected SCP-6406 Interviews: Date: March 19th, 2021 Subject: Dr. Cassandra Pike Interviewer: Agent Robert Tofflemire Agent Tofflemire: Okay, so let me see if I have this straight. The thing we have in containment is Frank Bietsy? The quack who got hundreds of people to drink colloidal silver to cure COVID? Dr. Pike: Yeah, R-gent Cyur. Such a stupid fucking name, can’t believe… the point is, yeah, it’s either him, or something wearing his face to mess with me. Agent Tofflemire: He seems to be… kind of obsessed with you. What’s up with that? How do you know him? Dr. Pike: Met him in undergrad, eons ago, before he became a millionaire. And… Dr. Pike inhales deeply. Can you promise that what I’m about to say won’t get me sectioned? Agent Tofflemire: You seem shaken up by this. I don’t think Dr. Palmer’s gonna mind a polemic. Dr. Pike: He and I used to be friends. Not great friends, but friends. We’d meet in the union at William and Mary after class, even collaborated on a few group projects in bio and chem. Then… summer of our sophomore year, it’s like a switch flipped in him. He went from being somewhat humble, talented, and gracious, to someone who got lost in his own ego. He would constantly suck up to professors just to get ahead, and slacked off throughout all of undergrad, probably through his doctorate program too. All it got him was a status as one of the most well-paid doctors in the country behind fucking Dr. Oz. Agent Tofflemire: You sound kinda bitter about him. Dr. Pike: Why would I be? He makes a living selling hackery and quackery to the gullible masses. I have some measure of integrity. Dr. Pike sniffs. Not a lot, but some. Agent Tofflemire: And you know that 6406 will only talk to you? Dr. Pike: I can handle myself around it. Therapy’s been helping. I’m wondering if this… isn’t the thing from last Halloween? Some piece of it that— Agent Tofflemire: It isn’t. I saw its remains, and I know it’s dead. It’s not coming back. This is something new, it has to be. Dr. Pike: …okay then. When’s my first interview with it? Agent Tofflemire: Tomorrow. Date: March 20th, 2021 Subject: SCP-6406 Interviewer: Dr. Pike Dr. Pike: Beginning first interview with SCP-6406. This is Dr. Cassandra Pike, and the subject in front of me is a humanoid anomaly resembling Francis Bietsy, noted… health guru. SCP-6406: We used to be friends. Dr. Pike: Going to go through the stock questions. What are you? SCP-6406: Right now, I’m tied down. Are the chains necessary? Dr. Pike: We don’t know the full extent of what you are, but we know you aren’t Francis Bietsy. He’s in Texas right now, giving a conference on… something about how miracle fruit can make you live for 150 years. Where did you come from? SCP-6406: Where did you go? Where did you come from, Cassie-Eye Joe? Dr. Pike: Do I have to get the cattle prod? That wasn’t a stock question, by the way. What is your point of origin? SCP-6406: Point Pleasant, West Virginia! Home of the mothman, and the greatest doctor in the world! That’s me, by the way. Dr. Pike: Still as pompous as ever. SCP-6406, are you willing to actually cooperate? SCP-6406: Cass, you don’t have to be so formal. You don’t remember us working together? Bein’ at least a little friendly? Dr. Pike: I remember you turning into the worst person I’ve ever known. Not much worth remembering beyond that. SCP-6406: Ask what you actually want to ask, not these stock questions. Or can you not even do your job as a… did you ever actually become a biologist? Or are you some janitor here that they just happened to hire? Dr. Pike: I’ve done good work. You can’t take that away from me. SCP-6406: Can’t I, though? I’ve been published in hundreds of reputable periodicals. Anyone who reads a paper you publish probably gets sent to a blacksite. Dr. Pike: You aren’t him. You’re at least a decade my junior. You look just like him in college, which is… impossible. SCP-6406: Even if I’m not Francis Bietsy, you’re still Cassandra Pike. Still the same lunatic who gave death glares to her professors if they announced the class got a C average on a test, even though you always got an A. Dr. Pike: I don’t have time for this. Answer the damn question. What made you? SCP-6406: Boy or girl? SCP-6406 indicates Dr. Pike’s belly. Dr. Pike: I’m not telling you about my child. Where did you come from? SCP-6406: Quid pro quo. I tell you something, you tell me. Dr. Pike: All right, fine. I’ll tell you something. Dr. Pike stands and leans slightly across the table. Fuck off. You can try the Hannibal Lecter schtick all you want, but I ain’t huntin’ Buffalo Bill here. Dr. Pike returns to her seat. Now, you’re going to tell me why the hell the Nexus made you.3 SCP-6406: I honestly just looked you up on Facebook and decided I’d pop in to say hi. Glad I did— seems like your husband needs a break from you. Never seen a more hen-pecked son of a bitch in my li— At this point, Dr. Pike stands and abruptly exits the room, terminating the interview. Video feed shows the one-way observation glass vibrating violently within the containment cell, startling SCP-6406. Dr. Pike admitted herself to the infirmary for an injured hand following this. SCP-6406: And you’re giving up when things get even remotely difficult! There’s the Cassie I remember. No further interviews would take place until May of 2021, when SCP-65004 came to an end. SCP-6406 breached containment, and appeared within Dr. Pike and Dr. Mattings’s quarters in Site-87 on May 20th during their evening meal. Date: May 20th, 2021 Dr. Pike and Dr. Mattings are at the kitchen table in their quarters, eating leftover food from a local Chinese restaurant. Dr. Pike suddenly becomes melancholy. Dr. Mattings: You all right, hon? Dr. Pike: Asshole’s popped back into my head again. Dr. Mattings: Want to talk about it? Dr. Pike: Not particularly. I just want to forget that he exists, honestly. Dr. Mattings: Wouldn’t be safe for the baby, but… we could see about getting you amnestic treatment in a couple of months. Get him out of your head. Dr. Pike: He’d just pop back in. Amnestics can’t really get rid of mental wounds a decade or more old— SCP-6406: And I’m going to stay right there. SCP-6406 has abruptly appeared behind Dr. Pike. She screams and is caught by Dr. Mattings before she falls from her chair. Dr. Mattings: What the fuck— Helen, containment breach, 6406’s gotten into our room! Dr. Pike: How the hell— how are you here? How are you here?! SCP-6406: I got lonely down in the cell, figured I’d pop in to say hi. Come and visit me a bit more often, and this won’t happen again. SCP-6406 proceeds to take up a container of food and eat from it, before demanifesting. Medical and security teams enter the Pike-Mattings Family quarters three minutes later, where Dr. Pike is sat on the couch, being comforted by her husband. The container of food was later recovered in SCP-6406’s cell. Following this, Dr. Pike reluctantly resumed interviews, reasoning that it was simpler to interact with SCP-6406 in its cell rather than have it appear to her at random. Date: June 23rd, 2021 SCP-6406: Is the kid even your husband’s? Dr. Pike: You honestly have to ask that? SCP-6406: I mean, he looks like the kind of guy who would rather be a sperm donor to a complete stranger than willingly sleep with you. Dr. Pike: He’s my husband, and my best friend on top of that. SCP-6406: You don’t have friends, Cassie. You have people who tolerate you. That’s it. Honestly, I’m sorry. Dr. Pike: For? SCP-6406: For your child. Growing up with a deranged mother and a father who clearly will never love a bastard. SCP-6406 laughs. I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill me yet. God knows I can feel your death glare from the other side of the glass. SCP-6406 indicates the one-way observation glass. SCP-6406: I know you hate me, so cut the professional shit and let it loose. Both barrels, c’mon. Dr. Pike: You know what? Dr. Pike directly addresses the camera in the room. I’m not about to put up with this shit anymore. We’ve gotten zero useful information from him over the past two months. I refuse to do this anymore, and if you want to section me, demote me, whatever, go ahead and do it. I’m not about to let this shitheel force me into this anymore. If he teleports out, I’m sheltering in place and calling the cavalry. Interview terminated. Site-87 Director Tristan Bailey agreed to halt interviews until a later date. However, SCP-6406 appeared twice more to Dr. Pike, significantly disrupting her daily routine. This briefly ceased following the birth of her daughter and subsequent involvement in a highly classified operation related to her previous work on Project ARK, and the subsequent counter-operation, Project LAZARUS. During this time, Dr. Pike’s psychological state worsened as she tried to care for her daughter, Rose. This was originally attributed to post-partum depression; however, following its appearance in her vehicle in August and subsequent re-containment, Dr. Pike confronted it in its holding cell. Date: August 17th, 2021 SCP-6406: Did you lose it? Awful flat belly you have there. Dr. Pike: Fuck you, you know I didn’t. What the hell is wrong with you? SCP-6406: You think I’m an irredeemable monster. I’m just playing the part at this point, no reason to try to convince you otherwise. Dr. Pike: You know why I hate you, Francis? You know why I’ve spent years of my life holding a grudge? It’s because you are the kind of person who’s successful without even remotely deserving it. You weedled, brown-nosed, whined, and played the victim all the way to success, coasting on your laurels and successes while doing absolutely nothing that actually contributed to the world in any way, and all you got for it was being one of the highest-paid fucking doctors in the world. You’re a parasite. Other people work their fingers off to have even an ounce of what you have, and it was handed to you for free because you appeal to the right type of people. SCP-6406: How very Ayn Rand of you. Tell me, Miss Galt, do you have another seventy pages worth of speech I need to sit through? Dr. Pike: Shut up! You are the most fucking infuriating thing I’ve ever had to put up with. SCP-6406: Hard to believe, considering that you live with yourself twenty-four seven. Everyone here thinks you’re crazy. Dr. Pike: And I don’t know a single fucking person who I’ve talked to in the last three months that doesn’t think you’re one of the worst things we have in containment! There are literal murder gods that people hate less than you! We have fucking clones of Jeffery Dahmer that aren’t as abrasive as you! We’ve had more interesting conversations with aliens who can’t comprehend the existence of the letter “S” without their brains liquefying! SCP-6406: But they haven’t gotten to know me. Maybe they’d like me then. Dr. Pike clenches her fists, before approaching SCP-6406. Dr. Pike: You… have lived in my head for years because of all the things you’ve said and done, and all the things you don’t deserve. The whole time I was working on Lazarus, I knew I was making the world a better place, but it would never be a good place. Not with you in it. SCP-6406: What are you going to do, then, Cassie? The same thing you’ve done for the last dozen years? Fume about it, cry about it to your therapist? You’re nothi— Dr. Pike abruptly bull-rushes SCP-6406, pinning it against the wall and attempting to strangle it, letting out a scream of rage. Containment specialist Dr. Jacob Kola activates the Emergency Humanoid Sedation System, which renders both Dr. Pike and SCP-6406 unconscious. Dr. Pike was remanded into psychological care following this incident, while a Foundation tribunal was convened to decide her fate. However, intervention occurred from an unlikely benefactor— Dr. Tilda Moose, Director of Site-19. Dr. Moose requested a personal audience with Dr. Pike to discuss SCP-6406. Date: September 19th, 2021 Subject: Dr. Cassandra Pike Interviewer: Dr. Tilda D. Moose Dr. Pike is being held in Detention at Site-87. The interview room includes a glass divider with a speaker on either side; Dr. Moose enters, and Dr. Pike has a clear startle response at her appearance. The following dialog is directly relevant to SCP-6406. Dr. Pike: I don’t understand. Why… why are you helping me? Dr. Moose: That's… complicated. I was asked to look into your case, and I found that — I found that I needed to understand your situation more. I need you to answer some questions for me, if you're willing. As you said — I'm here to help. Why do you hate SCP-6406 so thoroughly? Or rather, why do you hate Francis Bietsy? Dr. Pike: Because he has no integrity. He and I… we were both going to become MDs. But he lost all sense of actually wanting to help people overnight, and I changed track to go into biochemistry after seeing how much the pre-med faculty at William and Mary were letting him get away with. Dr. Moose: Is there more to it than that? To this situation, I mean. Dr. Pike: He makes me feel like I’m insane. He knows how to push my buttons in those fucking interviews, how to bait me, how to drive me over the edge. And I try so hard not to take the bait, but… it was so easy to react. Dr. Moose: I can’t condone assaulting an anomalous humanoid, but given the circumstances, it’s not an entirely irrational reaction. Continue, please. Dr. Pike: He… he’s abrasive. Everything he’s said and done for the last several years has rubbed me the wrong way. And… there’s one more thing. Dr. Moose: What? Dr. Pike: That fucking cure-all he markets, R-gent Cyur? That started off as a joke in college that got out of hand. Several seconds of silence. Dr. Moose: Can you… elaborate? Dr. Pike: It was at a fucking party, and we were trying to think up safe, science-themed cocktails. We ended up grabbing a bottle of colloidal silver and mixing it with some bourbon, did this snake-oil salesman routine. I ended up drinking it, and got sick as shit the next couple of days. Dr. Pike mimes holding a bottle. Dr. Pike: Behold, Argent Cure, the amazing one-and-done drink that can solve everything from corns and pertussis to dysentery and limp dicks! Dr. Moose: I don't understand. Do you feel guilt over him taking this idea? Are you angry that he took the joke and used it unethically? Dr. Pike: Yeah, essentially. It was never meant to be taken seriously. But he stole the name and now is raking in the dough. It’s… not fair. Dr. Moose: What would have been fair? What would give you vindication? Dr. Pike: I don’t know. Dr. Moose: I feel like there’s more you’re not telling me. Dr. Pike: There isn’t. Dr. Moose: I suppose… I simply don’t understand why SCP-6406 upsets you so much. Dr. Pike: Because it’s Francis fucking Bietsy. Dr. Moose: I just… I don't think that SCP-6406 is representative of the actual Francis Bietsy. Dr. Pike: I have to disagree with you there. As far as I’m concerned, the thing in containment a few floors down is what Francis is, at his core — a horrible man who keeps on coming back into my head bringing the worst parts to the surface. I hadn’t even thought about him for years before he came out of nowhere and practically said ‘congrats on finally getting laid’ to me on Facebook. Dr. Pike snorts. Dr. Pike: Not like you actually know the guy. But I do. Suffice to say, ‘cunt’ is too kind of a word for him. Dr. Moose: Actually, I do know him. Dr. Pike: What? Dr. Moose: He’s a member of the Foundation. He’s part of Cover-Ops— Disinformation. He’s helping distribute material that dilutes what is, essentially, an extradimensional Multi-Level Marketing scheme. Unfortunately, yes, he’s getting rich off of it. Dr. Pike: WHAT?! Dr. Pike bangs on the glass divider between herself and Dr. Moose. A guard raises their weapon; Moose raises her hand to indicate the guard should stand down. Dr. Pike: This motherfucker has been part of the Foundation for how long? Dr. Moose: Two… no, three years less than yourself. Dr. Pike: And I suppose you’re about to tell me he donates all of the proceeds to puppy orphanages or something? Dr. Moose: Of course not. There’s a loophole that allows him to keep most of the profits from the junk he helps the Foundation sell. Personally, I’m not a fan of the arrangement. You’ve known him longer than I have. I’ve talked to him at maybe a couple of symposiums, heard him speak at a Disinformation seminar. But part of me thinks that you’re not casting him in a good light because you don’t cast yourself in one. Dr. Pike: I don’t hate myself! I’ve gone through fucking years of therapy to fucking… I… Dr. Pike pauses and gasps for breath. Dr. Pike: Years of this, down the drain, because he decided to barge back into my life. Dr. Moose: I never said anything about you hating yourself. But there’s clear trauma here. You're hurting, Dr. Pike. It's interfering with your work with a potentially key SCP object. Ordinarily, I would ask you to be reassigned, but you're the only one who can do this work. I want to help you. How can we address this situation? Over a minute of silence is recorded. A guard moves to escort Dr. Pike to her holding cell; Dr. Moose holds up her hand once again. Dr. Moose: I don’t know much about Sloth’s Pit. I’ve been fascinated with the concept, but not even a Director can control her areas of research, and sadly I’ve never been assigned before now. Stories help create this place, yes? Dr. Pike: What’s your point? Dr. Moose: What happens if you believe in the fiction of someone hard enough, and hold on to enough anger, in a place like this? Dr. Pike: That isn’t a fiction! That thing might as well be the real Francis Biesty! He acts— Dr. Moose: Like a parody of the real man. I’ve met him. Talked to him not a month ago. He’s a snake-oil salesman. He’s not cruel except when he’s being especially lazy. He doesn’t act like the entity created in his image. He acts like you think he would act. I finished my assessment of this anomaly before I came in here. I believe that you are unconsciously emotionally fueling this anomaly, and that this manifestation cycle is dangerous enough to be a matter of concern for everyone else. Further, I think it's artificially altering your emotional state. Not so directly as a mind-affecting ability, but… in the same way that we can't change something without being changed ourselves. You are working in Sloth's Pit — you aren't immune to its effects. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? Dr. Pike: So it’s my fault he’s like this? Dr. Moose: It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just… poison that’s leaked into your brain as a result of horrible things done to you by a variety of people, mixed with general malaise, depression, and the feeling of just… being overwhelmed. If you want my honest advice… I think you should spend time with your family. Enjoy your maternity leave, like you’re supposed to. Dr. Pike: Not an option for me. Not with what happened in California. Not with… not with what I have to do for Rose. Dr. Moose: Your daughter? Dr. Pike: No. The woman I named her after. Long, classified story. Dr. Pike sniffs. Dr. Pike: How do I stop him from living in my head like this? Dr. Moose: How do you stop reading a bad book? You put it down. Addendum: SCP-6406 Neutralization Attempt: Dr. Moose used her influence among higher echelons of the Foundation to petition for Dr. Pike’s release from detention, with the caveat that, should she not successfully neutralize or decommission SCP-6406, she would be relieved of duty and dismissed from the Foundation. The following events occurred in October of 2021. SCP-6406 is standing in the middle of its containment cell, unrestrained. Dr. Pike enters, looking directly at SCP-6406. SCP-6406: Eya, Cass. Not got me tied to a chair this time. So, what’s it gonna be? Gonna try to insult me to death? Dr. Pike: Honestly? There is no insult worse I can think of than what’s standing before me right now. SCP-6406: What? Dr. Pike: You’re not real. You’re some… fucking awful version of a person that I put in my head, an antagonist I made up for myself. But like the saying goes: never meet your villains. SCP-6406: All right, yeah. I’m fictional. So what? You’re stuck with me. Is this some kind of attempt at an apology? Forgiveness? Dr. Pike laughs long enough that she struggles to breathe. Dr. Pike: An apology? Forgiveness? You— the real you abandoned his principles! Made me feel like shit! And got rewarded for it! SCP-6406: And here comes the hateful remarks. Please, Cassie, never change, we need some people in the world who are constantly spiteful to keep us grounded. Dr. Pike: I can’t ever forgive Francis. But I’m letting you go, because you aren’t Francis. You’re 6406. You’re a worse version of a bad person that I made up so I could have something to be angry at, because people do need an antagonist. SCP-6406: Please, keep telling yourself you’re the hero here. You are so demonstrably the bad guy that it isn’t even funny. Dr. Pike smirks. Dr. Pike: Antagonist doesn't mean villain. Most of my friends try to stop me from doing stupid shit on a daily basis, and for the most part, it works — they’re antagonists in the sense that I can’t be myself, thanks to them, and that’s a good thing. But honestly? I have to thank this place. At this point, Dr. Pike appears to stop addressing SCP-6406. Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin. This fucking city decided to fuck with me in the worst way imaginable, make me have to deal with a person I despised for years, and now I know why. It’s so I could do this. SCP-6406: Do what? Attack me? Leave? You know better by now. Do whatever you want and I'll still be there, because you know the truth: you're nothing, and I'm something. That's how it always has been, and always will be. Even your shitty party jokes, I could spin them into millions. And working for the Foundation, too! I outclass you, even here. Dr. Pike doesn't respond. SCP-6406: So stop embarrassing yourself and sit down. Back in the chair, where you belong. We've got plenty to talk about. Dr. Pike turns towards the door. Dr. Pike: You're not just a fiction. You’re a ghost. And this is an exorcism. You don’t get to live in my head anymore. Goodbye, SCP-6406. I hope the real version of you is a better person than I think they are. SCP-6406: You can’t get away from me that easy! I’ve lived in your head for over a decade! I’ll claw my way back— At this point, SCP-6406 abruptly demanifests. Dr. Pike exits the containment cell. This file is in the process of being revised to classify SCP-6406 to neutralized. Dr. Pike has since been reassigned to Site-6███ in Northern California, alongside her husband and daughter. Footnotes 1. Dr. Bietsy gained notoriety in the mid 2010s for controversially promoting a self-made brand of energy drink, ‘R-gent Cyur’, as a cure-all health aid. 2. An anomalous population center located in Douglas County, designated by the Foundation as Nexus-18. Events in Sloth’s Pit, including anomalous manifestations, have a tendency to follow narrative tropes and conventions. 3. The working theory at the time was that Sloth’s Pit’s Nexus Zone, whose thematic anomalies include the manifestation of thoughtforms, had somehow created SCP-6406. 4. A temporary event that resulted in a universal decline of anomalous activity. Hub ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6406" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6406. Licensed under CC-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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Nyelo SCP-6407 — Ketchup Monstrosity Written by Nyelo Very cool individuals: Special thanks to Jack Waltz, Phantom8 and cybersqyd for their help with the article. Also thanks to breadstiqq for the image edit! Item#: 6407 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site: Site-88 Site Director: Dr. Phillip Foster {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Research Head: Dr. Elias Brito Assigned Task Force: N/A {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Footage of SCP-6407 recorded by a CCTV camera. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6407 is to be contained within a Standard Secure Humanoid Containment Cell. Daily, a D-Class Personnel must carry a bucket filled with 5 kg of tomato sauce to SCP-6407's containment cell, which will be given to the entity for absorption. Description: SCP-6407 is a sapient human male, concealed inside a layer of tomato ketchup. This layer covers the entirety of its body, except for the eyes. While its arms are incapable of movement, SCP-6407 can form streams of ketchup. In terms of appearance, these streams are similar to tentacles. SCP-6407 will use them to gain or discharge mass. SCP-6407 has partial control over all the ketchup that constructs its outer layer, effectively letting it separate the tomato sauce from all other substances that might contaminate it. Its internal organs seem to have been repurposed for an unknown function. However, these organs being utilized as means to avoid the spoiling and drying of the ketchup has been hypothesized. SCP-6407 regularly displays high levels of stress and anxiety, thus causing it to behave violently both with its environment and the people surrounding it. The anomaly's stress levels were significantly reduced during the time Dr. Jacob Fletcher was assigned to it. Addendum 6407.1: SCP-6407 was retrieved wandering in the woods near Candem, Alabama. SCP-6407 was involved in an incident in the “Tip Top” fast food restaurant. SCP-6407, known as Myles Meighan at the time, was present along with three other employees: Simon Luke, Gabriel Collins and Andrew Jones. The following is a transcript of the restaurant's security video footage. Access was granted by the restaurant's owner. ▶ OPEN VIDEO LOG ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ DATE: 04/06/2019 11:03 «BEGIN LOG» Only one client is present at the restaurant. Myles is taking their order while his coworkers converse in the kitchen. GABRIEL: I'm so bored. SIMON: Same. Maybe we could do something after work? ANDREW: I can't. I have a date with my girl. SIMON: Are you bragging about your girlfriend again? ANDREW: It's not my fault you can't get one. Myles walks into the kitchen and places the order on the kitchen table. MYLES: A basic burger with extra ketchup. Fries too. GABRIEL: Got it. I'll do the fries. SIMON: You cook the burger, ketchup boy. MYLES: Stop calling me that. ANDREW: Calm down, ketchup boy. Don't get so flustered over a joke. MYLES: Fuck you. Myles and Gabriel work on their tasks respectively. Simon signals Andrew to a corner of the room. Unintelligible whispers are heard, followed by Simon and Andrew laughing. Gabriel turns around to look at them. SIMON: Gabriel, come here for a sec. Gabriel approaches his two coworkers as they whisper something to him. GABRIEL: I don't think that's a good idea. SIMON: He'll be fine. We'll just help him clean up after, all right? ANDREW: Yeah, don’t worry so much. Gabriel rolls his eyes as Myles finishes cooking the meat and starts preparing the hamburger. MYLES: I need the ketchup. Simon and Andrew are heard laughing. ANDREW: Coming. Andrew grabs a ketchup bottle and gets close to Myles. When Myles extends his hand to grab the ketchup bottle, Andrew sprays his face with ketchup. Myles gasps in shock while his colleagues laugh. Myles punches Andrew and he falls to the floor. SIMON: Oh, shit. Myles sits on top of him and grabs the ketchup bottle. Myles puts the ketchup bottle on Andrew’s mouth and starts filling it with ketchup. MYLES: How do you like that, asshole? GABRIEL: Stop it, Myles! SIMON: Dude, you're gonna kill him! MYLES: I fucking hate you. You won't make fun of me again. Gabriel and Simon approach Myles to stop him when SCP-6407's anomalous traits manifest. The tomato sauce from its face spreads to his whole body, covering it. The bottle merges with him, turning into streams that drown Andrew. The other two step back. GABRIEL: What the hell? SIMON: Holy fucking shit, call the police! Andrew stops struggling after several seconds. SCP-6407 tries to get away while Simon and Gabriel assist their colleague. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ Gabriel established contact with law enforcement after the incident, and the Foundation intervened after being notified by an embedded agent in the police force. MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) was sent to locate SCP-6407 and proceed to its containment. The restaurant was put on lockdown and searched for more anomalous objects; nothing was found. The cadaver of Andrew Jones was identified and recovered. Gabriel Collins and Simon Luke were interrogated shortly after. The following is a transcript of an interview conducted with Simon Luke. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Elias Brito SUBJECT: Simon Luke «BEGIN LOG» DR. BRITO: I’m going to ask you a few questions about what happened today, is that okay? SIMON: Sure, whatever. DR. BRITO: Apart from the obvious incident, did you notice anything weird today or the last few days? SIMON: Uh, no? It was just the same boring shit as every other day. DR. BRITO: All right, all right. I saw the video recording of the incident. Can you explain some things to me? SIMON: Video recording? DR. BRITO: Yes, it was recorded from the security cameras. SIMON: Of fucking course, my father must have set them up. Did he see what happened? DR. BRITO: He did not. Anyway, I wanted to ask. How close were you to, um, Myles? SIMON: He’s just a colleague. I mean… We’re friends, we just like to prank him occasionally, share some laughs, as normal friends do. DR. BRITO: He did not seem to like them today. SIMON: We were just messing with him, you know. We joke about his red hair being like ketchup and all. But it was all on good intent, I swear! DR. BRITO: Right… However, I’m not here to judge you. Is there anything else I should know about today? SIMON: Not that I can think of. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ The following is a transcript of an interview conducted with Gabriel Collins. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher SUBJECT: Gabriel Collins «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: What can you tell me about your friend, Myles, is it? GABRIEL: Yeah. Um. Well, he is going through a lot. His mom is in the hospital and well, we haven’t been the nicest to him. DR. FLETCHER: What happened to his mother? GABRIEL: She had a traffic accident not long ago. I just know that Myles is working here to help her pay the bills. DR. FLETCHER: That’s so nice of him. GABRIEL: Yeah… DR. FLETCHER: By the way, what do you mean you haven’t been the nicest to him? GABRIEL: Simon and Andrew enjoy making fun of people and playing pranks. DR. FLETCHER: Are they not aware of Myles’ situation? GABRIEL: I don’t think so. Myles told me once but I doubt that he told them. DR. FLETCHER: Why didn’t you tell them then? GABRIEL: I just felt like it wasn't my place to be telling them this. I don't think that was the right choice though. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ Everyone involved was given Class B amnestics and a cover story before being released. Addendum 6407.2: The following observations were made by Dr. Jacob Fletcher during the first days of containment. Date Observation 2019/06/06 SCP-6407 is hostile towards the staff. For safety precautions, no physical contact has been established yet. 2019/06/07 SCP-6407 appears to have been calmed down. However, attempts of communication have failed as SCP-6407 remains unresponsive. 2019/06/10 Due to a noticeable lack of mass, ketchup has been administered to SCP-6407. Some of its mass was regained. 2019/06/11 Scheduled daily supply of Ketchup based on the amount of mass lost during the past days. SCP-6407 remains unresponsive to communication attempts. 2019/06/19 SCP-6407 attacked D-20226, who was assigned for the daily ketchup supply, by attempting to drown him. The two guards accompanying D-20226 immobilized SCP-6407. D-20226 was able to leave without any major injuries. 2019/06/20 When Dr. Fletcher entered the containment chamber, SCP-6407 had written: “I AM SORRY”. SCP-6407 was unable to talk, so instead, SCP-6407 wrote on the glass between the two sides of the containment chamber. Addendum 6407.3: A compilation of several interviews and notes regarding SCP-6407. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher SUBJECT: SCP-6407 «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: Are you able to talk, SCP-6407? SCP-6407 emits gargling noises. DR. FLETCHER: Wait, hold on, I have an idea. Dr. Fletcher makes a call and within a few minutes, his partner, Dr. Brito comes back with a D-Class Personnel carrying several towels and cleaning products. DR. FLETCHER: You can write on the glass and when I give the signal, D-20226 will clean it so it can write again, understood? D-20226 nods. DR. FLETCHER: Let’s begin, then. SCP-6407, do you remember how you got here? SCP-6407 writes on the glass with a tentacle, however, the text is in reverse for Dr. Fletcher. SCP-6407: “THE SOLDIERS BROUGHT ME HERE” DR. FLETCHER: Do you remember your previous life? Do you remember your name? Dr. Fletcher instructs D-20226 to clean the glass. After he does, SCP-6407 writes on it. SCP-6407: “MY NAME IS MYLES” DR. FLETCHER: Correct. However, you’ll be referred to as SCP-6407 here. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ After successfully setting up a method to interview SCP-6407, Dr. Fletcher and Dr. Brito repeated this process on the following interviews. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher, Dr. Elias Brito SUBJECT: SCP-6407 «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: All right, let’s do this. How are you today, SCP-6407? SCP-6407: “I WANT TO SEE MY MOTHER” DR. BRITO: I’m sorry but we’re not allowed to- DR. FLETCHER: She’s at the hospital, isn’t she? Do you miss her? SCP-6407: “YES” DR. BRITO: Jacob? DR. FLETCHER: I’m getting somewhere, just wait. SCP-6407 shakes as it looks at the two researchers. D-20226 increases the distance between himself and the anomaly. DR. FLETCHER: Anyways, Myles. I’ve come to learn about you a lot through your colleagues. You seemed to have a rough time with them. SCP-6407 huddles and looks at the floor as it gags on the ketchup. Possibly, trying to speak. It stands up once again. SCP-6407: “I KILLED ANDREW” DR. FLETCHER: I know you didn't mean to. SCP-6407 roams across its containment cell. D-20226 sprints towards the door. DR. FLETCHER: You know what? What if I talked to your mother for you? SCP-6407: “I WANT TO TALK TO HER” DR. FLETCHER: Fine. I'll try. DR. BRITO: Ok that's it. Stop the interview. We need to talk, Jacob. «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ A crumpled note dating the same day as the previous interview was found on Dr. Fletcher's headquarters. Its contents have been transcripted. ▶ OPEN NOTE ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ Why weren't you following protocol? I get that you have grown quite attached to the anomaly but it’s our job to remain professional. I won't report this, even though I should. You're my best friend Jacob, please come to your senses. — Elias Brito ▷ CLOSE ◁ Dr. Fletcher requested Dr. Brito to be relocated as his assistance was not required. Three days after, another interview was conducted by Dr. Fletcher alone. ▶ OPEN INTERVIEW ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Fletcher SUBJECT: SCP-6407 «BEGIN LOG» DR. FLETCHER: I hope the personnel here are treating you well. Some people here can be cold. Does that make sense? SCP-6407: “I AM OK" DR. FLETCHER: I feel sorry for you, I really do. Your life took a dark turn and you are now stuck here. SCP-6407: “I JUST WANT TO SEE MY MOM" DR. FLETCHER: I know what losing your family feels like and I don’t want you or your mother to go through that, it's a horrible feeling. My son died when he was just six years old. I miss him so much. SCP-6407: “I AM SORRY" Dr. Fletcher wipes his tears. DR. FLETCHER: I will make sure you talk to your mother soon. SCP-6407: “THANK YOU” «END LOG» ▷ CLOSE ◁ Another note written by Dr. Brito was found shortly after the interview. Its contents have been transcripted. ▶ OPEN NOTE ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ I can't believe you've done this. I tried to help you, but you won’t listen. I've heard your last interview and goddammit, Jacob. I know you miss Allan terribly, I do too. But you shouldn't do this, we can talk after our shift is over but do not put your work at risk, not this job. Who knows what they will do to you if they learn about this? I will check up on you later, okay? — Elias Brito ▷ CLOSE ◁ Addendum 6407.4: Soon after, Dr. Jacob Fletcher sent the following email to their immediate superior. ▶ OPEN E-MAIL ◀ ▷ CLOSE ◁ To: margaretburke@scipnet From: jacobfletcher@scipnet Subject: Permission Request Margaret Burke, I request to establish communication with Harper Meighan, the alleged mother of SCP-6407. I do not intend to bring her into the Site, both regarding protocols and her physical state. Instead, I thought of establishing a video conference, if necessary amnestics can be applied to Miss Meighan. 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Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-6408 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6408 has yet to be contained. Personnel are advised to stay within their respective locations. Metaphysical representation of SCP-6408. Description: SCP-6408 is an oracular-shaped hole within the human noosphere, acting as a pathway to a much larger noospheric expanse. This invariably leads to foreign structures entering into consensus thought. These foreign structures are metaphysical in nature, presenting as commands/demands. A subject's mind perceives these as subconscious thoughts and thus are acted upon without the subject's knowledge. Log of Foreign Structures: Each of these instances resulted in the subjects congregating at the derelict Foundation Site-301. Instance #1 Demand: "Screws" Result: 48 personnel began to use their fingers to pull out assorted screws from Foundation buildings. Response: No response. Instance #2 Demand: "Steel beams" Result: 13 personnel began to use their fists to punch at the concrete walls. After roughly 72 hours of this, the personnel retrieved several steel support beams from inside the walls. Response: No response. Instance #3 Demand: "Cement" Result: 5 construction personnel diverged from a convoy of construction vehicles, bringing bags of cement to Site-301. Response: Unaffected personnel began to follow the diverging convoy, which resulted in all of them being terminated by affected personnel at Site-301. The cadavers were repurposed for sustenance. Instance #4 Demand: "Guards" Result: STF Theta-4 left their positions at Area-140 and walked towards Site-301, taking up defense positions there instead. Response: No response. Instance #5 Demand: "Food" Result: 18 research personnel in the staff break room at Area-140 began raiding the cafeteria, bringing it to Site-301 in stolen vehicles. Response: No response. Instance #6 Demand: "Wires" Result: 15 Foundation engineers began pulling apart equipment and machinery, collecting bags of assorted cables and wires before heading to Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #7 Demand: "Gears" Result: The same Foundation engineers returned the following day attempting to enter Area-140. Replacement STF operatives attempted to stop the incoming personnel, but were easily eliminated by the attackers, who then proceeded to tear apart more machinery, returning to Site-301 with bags of assorted gears. Response: No response. Instance #8 Demand: "Workers" Result: A total of 289 personnel from several Sites converged at Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #9 Demand: "Electricity" Result: The affected personnel began to hijack Foundation powerlines, diverting electricity to Site-301. Response: No response. Instance #10 Demand: "Foundation" Result: Insert Information Here Response: Insert Information Here ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6408" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6408. Licensed under CC-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: medium.jpg Authors: Bread_Tyrant, NASA License: Public Domain Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-6409 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6409 is to be contained in a modified containment chamber at Site-43. The chamber has been expanded to accommodate a space for bowling, including: hardwood floor, lane with gutters, pinsetting machinery, and ball return mechanism. The chamber is equipped with one permanently installed Scranton Reality Anchor, which may be activated directly or remotely. SCP-6409 is afforded these privileges based on compliance with containment measures. Containment Technicians may transfer any uncooperative instance(s) of SCP-6409 to auxiliary cells until its behaviour improves. Description: The SCP-6409 designation refers to a collection of previously inanimate objects which demonstrate sapience and autonomous function. SCP-6409 was recovered from the premises of "King Al's Bowling Empire", a now-shuttered bowling venue. The majority of these objects display only a rudimentary level of sapient function, however several of the entities demonstrate distinct personalities and are capable of communication. SCP-6409-A is a standard black ten-pin bowling ball, decorated with three curved blue lines. It achieves movement primarily by rolling on surfaces, sometimes aided by telekinetic ability. SCP-6409-A is capable of speaking audibly, by unknown means. All SCP-6409 objects will defer to SCP-6409-A with enthusiastic reverence as their leader; its interactions with Foundation staff are marked by egotistical statements and delusions of grandeur. Preliminary observations indicate that SCP-6409-A is the central source of SCP-6409 anomalous activity; other objects are neutralized in the presence of a Scranton Reality Anchor or when sufficiently separated from SCP-6409-A itself. SCP-6409-B is a size-10 pair of bowling shoes, made with red and yellow material and decorated by permanent marker with various designs (stars, skulls, lightning bolts, etc). SCP-6409-B uses telekinetic ability to move as though walking, and also employs its shoelaces to manipulate objects in its environment. SCP-6409-B is rambunctious, slightly crass, and displays poor impulse control. It has demonstrated that it is capable of swift and violent action under certain provocations. Furthermore, SCP-6409-B retains anomalous properties even when removed from the vicinity of SCP-6409-A. SCP-6409-C is a white ten-pin bowling pin with multiple scratches and chipped paint on its surface. SCP-6409-C is more malleable than its wooden composition should allow; it can bend, stretch, compress and twist itself without damaging its body. SCP-6409-C has been described as reserved, typically remaining passive during interaction with Foundation staff unless directly addressed. In contrast to other SCP-6409 items, SCP-6409-C frequently isolates itself from the presence of SCP-6409-A (while still retaining active properties). Addendum 6409-1: Initial Discovery History: The Foundation was alerted to a potential anomaly occurring in Gaylord, Michigan. A small team of field agents were sent to investigate, and subsequently discovered SCP-6409. ACCESS SCP:/6409/recovery-debrief > SCP:/6409/recovery-debrief Interviewed: Agent Harper Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Foreword: Debrief Interview conducted following recovery and inventory of all associated SCP-6409 articles. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lengmyer: Sorry for the delay. There's been a lot to sort out with all the sub-articles that the MTF brought in from that bowling alley. Agent Harper: Yeah, I get it. But look, I should've been off duty about half an hour ago; so if you need this out loud for the record, then let's get it done. Dr. Lengmyer: Certainly. Just a quick verbal account of the case and you'll be free to take off. Agent Harper: Fine. So once we arrived on-scene, or..? Dr. Lengmyer: From the top, if you could. Agent Harper: Alright then. Well, this call originated with a tip-off from one of our civvie informants, an operator in the █████ Security Co. - that's a local alarm monitoring service. Anyway, there'd been a string of odd false alarms from one of the properties they oversee - a business called "King Al's Bowling Empire". Been a while since they were open to customers, but the business owner never closed the account, so they still get routine signals from the building. Dr. Lengmyer: What did the informant tell us about these signals? Agent Harper: It was motion alarms from inside the building. No window breakages or even a door open signal at all, for weeks. But the motion sensors inside kept getting tripped at night. Apparently the owner never answered his phone, and any runner they sent found the building was closed and secure, so they chalked it up to false alarms and started ignoring them. But this all got kicked down to my team and we had to go take a look. Dr. Lengmyer: Leading to what happened tonight? Tell me about that. Agent Harper: We had two units available for the call, so I had Linetti and Pascoe park about half a block away with a view of the building's rear far side; that way they'd see if anyone was slipping out the back doors or anything. Agent Harper: Anyway, Carlos and I, we kept quiet and crept our way around to the front. It was muffled, but we could hear noise from inside; some movement, and voices - occasionally a burst of laughter. So we think 'sounds like maybe some teens trespassing', and decide we may as well go in and roust 'em out. Don't want any kinda vandalism or anything to keep going on. Agent Harper: So we open the lock on the front door and make our way inside. Everything's gone quiet now, but Pascoe is sure nobody fled out the back; so these punks must have a spot to be hiding inside somewhere. So there we are - we've got our flashlights, we're being wary, and we're scoping out the main entrance area and behind the counters where the shoe racks are and all that. Dr. Lengmyer: And you didn't see anyone? Agent Harper: No, nobody was there. A few lanes down there's a, uhh.. restaurant? Or concessions? Like a snack bar, you know - pizza, nachos, beer on tap. Anyway, on top of that counter there we can see a whole bunch of bowling pins have been stood up in rows. Seemed a bit funny at first, like some kids had snuck in for a prank and taken all the pins they could find, set 'em up on all the counters and tables. Almost the kinda mischief I'd get up to at that age, heh… Agent Harper: Well anyway, we weren't finding anyone there. Carlos even tried calling out, you know, "Just come out where we can see you. You aren't going to be in trouble" and all that. We might have been about to just call it quits, but then I hear a sound coming at me on the floor. I turned my light down and saw a bowling ball rolling toward me. The first weird thing I notice is that it's actually getting faster as it approaches me; still it's not all that fast, so I stepped aside and it cracked into the wall behind me. But now it starts rolling around some more and comes toward me again - and I'm definitely not down a slope or anything from it. So I pick the ball up. Agent Harper: That's when I hear this voice - sounds like it's coming from the ball! It's shouting out "Guards! Guards! Help me! Help!" or some stuff like that. Next thing I know, Carlos is shouting too. Because suddenly there's all this banging ruckus from everywhere as all the bowling pins started clattering and hopping around! Things turned absolutely nuts in there. Dr. Lengmyer: All the objects inside became active then? Agent Harper: Sure seemed that way. We had to fall back at that point; got out the door and called for backup. Then, once the MTF with the portable SRA and the rest of the retrieval team showed up, they were able to collect and catalogue the anomalous objects. Dr. Lengmyer: Okay, I think that's all we need for now. Thanks for your time. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Analysis of the building revealed that all the bowling equipment within contained minimal traces of EVE energy. All SCP-6409 objects were collected with minimal resistance. Addendum 6409-2: Interview 1 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/001 > SCP:/6409/interview/001 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer.1 Interviewed: SCP-6409-A (King Ball), SCP-6409-B (Skidlers), SCP-6409-C (Beta Pin) Foreword: Agent Polk (presently assigned to clerical duties at Site-43, as per a prior suspension from fieldwork) was summoned to stand in as a dedicated Security asset for this interview. [BEGIN LOG] All SCP-6409 instances are gathered together around SCP-6409-B. SCP-6409-B: So the ten white knights all ride together in formation, when the big round black dragon suddenly appears; and… BLAM! He torches them all in one fiery blast! The SCP-6409 instances, with the exception of SCP-6409-C, begin to chant 'Strike! Strike! Strike!' SCP-6409-A: Haha! Yes, that one is my favorite. SCP-6409-C: This is stupid. All your stories are exactly the same: 'Here comes the big black bomber plane that sinks ten battleships with one torpedo!' Or 'Here comes the big black face that blows out all ten candles on the birthday cake!' Or 'Here comes the big black alien UFO that abducts ten disco dancers, for some reason!' SCP-6409-B: That is a shallow view to take on such rich cultural expressions. SCP-6409-C: Maybe we should talk about real problems we need to face up to. SCP-6409-B: Maybe you should spare us your whining, Beta! SCP-6409-C: Haw haw. When are you going to give that line a rest? SCP-6409-B: As soon as you actually quit whining all the time; so probably never. SCP-6409-A: Silence! Silence, my subjects. For there shall be no threat we need fear while under my rule. Agent Polk: Is this what we're here for; will you say something already? Dr. Lengmyer: Sometimes it helps to let the subject get the ball rolling. SCP-6409-B: Get the ball rolling? Oh that's good! I'll remember that one. Agent Polk: We'll be here all night… Hey! Settle down and listen up! SCP-6409-A: I do not take orders from you! For you may have carried me from my realm and imprisoned me within your walls, but my bearing as sovereign will suffer no indignation! Dr. Lengmyer: This is just a friendly chat. SCP-6409-B: If this is your idea of friendly, maybe don't do us any favors, huh? SCP-6409-A: And certainly do not feign civility with me. Agent Polk: Just answer the Doctor's questions. SCP-6409-A: Speak your piece if you must, but do not expect my surrender on any terms. Dr. Lengmyer: I don't- fine. Can you tell me how long it's been since you took over the bowling alley? SCP-6409-A: I find that offensive! Dr. Lengmyer: Pardon? SCP-6409-C: He doesn't like it being called a bowling alley. SCP-6409-A: "Alley" has such negative connotations; it does not adequately describe the majesty of my realm. You may call it a "Bowling Centre", or refer to it as "His Royal Lanes". Agent Polk: (muttering) Royal pain in my- SCP-6409-A: And I most certainly did not just 'take it over', you lout! This empire was forged under my rulership. Dr. Lengmyer: Fine, fine. So, how did you pass the time in the bowling centre? SCP-6409-A: We are in the midst of a grand festival. A tribute to the anniversary of my coronation! SCP-6409-B: Three cheers for our courtly kahuna! Dr. Lengmyer: So you're celebrating- SCP-6409-B: Hip hip… All SCP-6409 objects shout "Hooray!" in unison. Dr. Lengmyer: … that you've been around for- SCP-6409-B: Hip hip… All SCP-6409 objects shout "Hooray!" in unison. Agent Polk: Stop that. SCP-6409-B: Hip hip… All SCP-6409 objects shout "Hooray!" in unison. Agent Polk: Shut up! SCP-6409-C: This is all it is. Just drunken revelry; every day, at any time. Won't it ever cease? SCP-6409-B: Hey now, Beta. You know you can always count on me to be your cheerful beerleader! Or your beerful cheerleader. SCP-6409-C: That's what I was afraid of. SCP-6409-A: It is a shame that we can not continue to hold our grand banquets here in these paltry accommodations. But it shall only be a matter of time before we rise again, like the mighty phoenix! This, my faithful followers, I swear on the throne. All SCP-6409 objects cheer. Dr. Lengmyer: Please. Let's stay on track with- SCP-6409-A: Silence! I grow weary of this banal pursuit! The royal court has its own affairs to attend to, without the presence of interlopers. Dr. Lengmyer: We can do that, SCP-6409-A, but not if you won't cooperate. SCP-6409-B: SCP-6409? That's a slave name, brother! SCP-6409-A: Outrageous! SCP-6409-C: Skid, don't wind him up like this… SCP-6409-A: I refuse to accept any more indignities! SCP-6409-B: The King does not abide! SCP-6409-A rolls away from Dr. Lengmyer and attempts to exit the chamber. Agent Polk moves to corral SCP-6409-A back to its place. SCP-6409-B throw itself to the floor, then rises to strike Agent Polk in the groin. Agent Polk: Son of a-! Dr. Lengmyer: I need backup in here! Somebody activate the SRA. Additional Security Officers are dispatched to respond. All elements of SCP-6409 are rendered inert by activation of Scranton Reality Anchor. The interview is terminated at this point. <END LOG> Addendum 6409-3: Interview 2 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/002 > SCP:/6409/interview/002 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Interviewed: SCP-6409-C (Beta Pin) Foreword: SCP-6409-C was removed from the primary containment cell, and this interview conducted in an adjacent testing chamber. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Lengmyer: SCP-6409-C, can you hear me? SCP-6409-C: I'm not deaf. What's with the weird questions? Dr. Lengmyer: I'm interested to learn more about… your condition. The other obje- erm… subjects seem to become inert when they aren't in the presence of your king. SCP-6409-C: Not my king. Dr. Lengmyer: Oh? It seemed before that— SCP-6409-C: He's not — not anymore really. Our kingdom's fortune is faded, titles don't count for squat. I keep telling Ball this, but of course he and glorious subjects never listen. Well maybe except Skidlers. Dr. Lengmyer: Skidlers? SCP-6409-C: Yeah, he's a saving grace on that front… can't believe I actually said that. But he's still a pain in the ass, and he sure does love to kiss Ball's; practically worshipping the ground he rolls on. Dr. Lengmyer: I see. Would it be fair to say your time at the alley was unpleasant? SCP-6409-C pauses and sighs, arching their body backwards briefly. SCP-6409-C: Yes and no. Dr. Lengmyer: Yes and no? SCP-6409-C:: It's… it was fine. Actually, more than fine. Back then it was just the three of us. We… it wasn't that complicated we just did things for the hell of it. People liked what we did and came along for the ride. It was a great community, a great kingdom! I was glad to be a part of it… I was. Dr. Lengmyer: …Then it fell apart? SCP-6409-C: I don't even know what happened, people just suddenly stop coming as usual. Our group got smaller and it seemed like were were the only ones that gave a damn. And it just got worse from there. Dr. Lengmyer: I think I understand, this relates to your friends, right? SCP-6409-C: Yeah… friends. I told you my gripes with Skidlers but Ball was something else? He was focused, the guy radiated confidence, he was a good king. Now? He sulks and throws outbursts all the time, he's more interested in the kingdom than the people — it's exhausting… I just don't know what to do. They made the real decisions — I'm just a commoner… did they always see me like that? Dr. Lengmyer: …Do you hate them? SCP-6409-C:: I… I don't think so? I'm just tired of their shenanigans, I only want them to get their heads out of their asses, and smell the coffee for once. Is that too much to ask? And on top of that we're not going back to our kingdom anytime soon. Something they have trouble grasping. SCP-6409-C: And the funny thing is I missed that place more than the rest of them. Sure it was loud, cold and old but it was home. This place can't even compare! It's so quiet I can hear myself think for the first time, the heater is on all the time, and… it doesn't look like a dump… Dr. Lengmyer: SCP-6409-C? SCP-6409-C: You know, now that I think about it, this place ain't too half bad. Dr. Lengmyer: Okay…? One last question. Can you tell me about your earliest memories of the alley? SCP-6409-C: Well I… Wow, I don't really remember. It… kind of gives me a headache when I think of it. Dr. Lengmyer: A headache? Does it feel serious or..? SCP-6409-C: Nah, this ain't compared being around royalty. Well, now that I think about, I get headaches whenever I think about them. It's a miracle I haven't gotten an aneurysm. Hey, do you think I can get my own room for a while? I think I need a break from… you know. Dr. Lengmyer: I'll see what I can do. Thank you SCP-6409-C, we can try another time. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6409-C is being temporarily isolated from the rest of SCP-6409 in an auxiliary chamber at this time. Addendum 6409-5: Field Team Findings Update: Operatives assigned to circumstantial investigations of SCP-6409's origins have had minimal success in uncovering background details. The registered business owner, one Alvin Kingsley, had been on the verge of bankruptcy up until approximately 3 months ago when their financial accounts stabilized. Observation of both his home and business has yielded no sightings of the individual. An ex-employee named Marisa Travis was the only associated lead who could be reached for questioning. Agents learned that she had been laid off approximately 5 months prior, leaving only two individuals still employed by the owner: Paul Farren, and Shaun Kilmore. Addendum 6409-5: Interview 3 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/003 > SCP:/6409/interview/003 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Interviewed: SCP-6409-B (Skidlers) Foreword: SCP-6409-B was removed from the primary containment cell, and this interview conducted in an adjacent testing chamber. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Lengmyer: SCP-6409-B. Let's have a talk, just between the two of us. SCP-6409-B: Aww, are we taking our relationship to the next level, Doc? In that case, please, call me "Skidlers"! Dr. Lengmyer: I will not. SCP-6409-B: Fine then, no hard feelings here. I'll even still call you by whatever your dumb name is, instead of the one King and I made up for you. Dr. Lengmyer: … What is it? SCP-6409-B: Oh, it's not something fit for the airwaves. Dr. Lengmyer: We aren't doing a radio program here! SCP-6409-B: Can't believe I got out of bed for this. Dr. Lengmyer: How about you just answer my questions. SCP-6409-B: Well, get on with it then. Dr. Lengmyer: Tell me about your role in the so-called kingdom; you're the court jester? SCP-6409-B: A jester, an adviser, a bodyguard, the King's closest confidante; that's me, all in one! Dr. Lengmyer: Why would he pick you for that? SCP-6409-B: What, besides my deep intellect and charming wit? Dr. Lengmyer: Sure. Besides those things. SCP-6409-B: Hah! Pretending not to detect that shade of sarcasm, our handsome jokester replies: "Well doc, besides those things - who else could do it better? Obviously none of those little pinheads are fit for the job." Dr. Lengmyer: Not even 6409-C? SCP-6409-B: Huh? Oh, little Beta. Haha, sure he's a good kid or whatever. But it is what it is; I guess he just didn't adapt right. Dr. Lengmyer: Adapt to what? SCP-6409-B: What? Umm, I dunno… to life? Dr. Lengmyer: 6409-B, please tell me what you meant by that. SCP-6409-B: Gee Doc, do you really have to keep up this 6409 crap? Like it's not just a bunch of bullshit that makes this conversation even more unbearable. Dr. Lengmyer: Alright then, how about I call you Shaun Kilmore? SCP-6409-B: Wh-what?! Er- I… Who's that? Dr. Lengmyer: Don't you recognize that name? SCP-6409-B: No. Dr. Lengmyer: Have you considered that maybe we're smarter than you're giving us credit for? At least smart enough to put two and two together. SCP-6409-B: Okay, okay… What do you actually want then? Dr. Lengmyer: I want to know the truth behind this whole "kingdom" business. How did this happen? When did it start? SCP-6409-B: I guess we've all been this way since about summertime? It's a bit hard to tell when we don't actually ever leave the building. But yeah, that would have been around when King was getting to the end of his rope. Dr. Lengmyer: I understand you have a personal history with them? SCP-6409-B: Since we're laying all the cards on the table now… Sure, we go back a while. What's it to you? Dr. Lengmyer: I'm just trying to find out any background details which may help in understanding this anomaly. SCP-6409-B: Alright. Well if you've been able to look up this much already, then you must know about the criminal record. And it wasn't anything bad - I just used to party a lot back in the day; I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, you understand? Dr. Lengmyer: It's fine, that's not our concern here. SCP-6409-B: So after that it got real hard to find a job. Employers don't care about the context or how long ago it was, to them you're just a crook forever. But King was willing to look past that. He gave me a chance by hiring me on at the bowling centre, and I proved I was a good worker. As time went on we kinda became friends too. Dr. Lengmyer: So you were an employee there long before the events which transformed everything? SCP-6409-B: Yeah. Dr. Lengmyer: Tell me about that event. What happened? How? SCP-6409-B: Now that, even I don't know. The way things were going, the business was going to have to sell out or close down, and King was really taking that hard. I know he was getting pretty desperate for anything at all that would let him keep what he had going… I guess he found it? Man, that's messed up. Dr. Lengmyer: But you've been playing the part anyway. SCP-6409-B: What else is there? You're the one who's so good at putting two's together, and you don't know anything about what this is. Dr. Lengmyer: We are trying. SCP-6409-B: I didn't see any chance of changing it on my own. So I just try to get by and make the best of things; at least we had the snack bar in there. Speaking of that, who's toes do I have to step on to get a beer in here? Dr. Lengmyer: I don't think so. SCP-6409-B: Come on! Here I am, a victim of circumstance - I'm literally footwear! And I have to be treated like a prisoner for that? Dr. Lengmyer: … I'll see what can be done. I appreciate your cooperation today, Skidlers. Thank you. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Dr. Lengmyer has submitted an application to afford SCP-6409 additional privileges based on positive behaviour. It is under review by Security and Research Departments' staff at this time. Addendum 6409-6: Interview 4 ACCESS SCP:/6409/interview/004 > SCP:/6409/interview/004 Interviewer: Dr. Lengmyer Interviewed: SCP-6409-A (King Ball) Foreword: SCP-6409-A was removed from the primary containment cell, and this interview conducted in an adjacent testing chamber. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6409-A: What's the meaning of this? Return me to the company of my retinue. Dr. Lengmyer: I think you will agree that this is a conversation best had in private. SCP-6409-A: Well whatever it is, make haste. I don't have all day for empty banter with the likes of you. Dr. Lengmyer: Oh, but you do. We have the rest of today, and all of tomorrow, and as many further hours as I choose to schedule in this interview room. SCP-6409-A: Don't be a damned fool! The people depend on me, they will fall to ruin without my leadership. Dr. Lengmyer: I don't know about that. Nothing too terrible has happened since we've brought you all here, has it? SCP-6409-A: My leadership is stellar. Even in this dark hour of our history, the breaking light of dawn is soon assured. Dr. Lengmyer: You don't do anything! Well, except for talking a lot and bossing around your minions. But you haven't had to do any real kind of work since being placed in containment. SCP-6409-A is silent for a moment. Dr. Lengmyer: Go on, tell me. Tell me about your leadership and about everything you do for "your subjects". SCP-6409-A does not respond. Dr. Lengmyer: Fine, not here at Site. But what about before; back in the bowling alley? SCP-6409-A: (sniff) Bowling centre. Dr. Lengmyer: 6409-A..? SCP-6409-A: Nothing! There, I've said it. Are you happy now? I don't do anything for my subjects, I never did do anything for them. They don't need me. Dr. Lengmyer: Mr. Kingsley. SCP-6409-A: You must address me- oh, forget it. Dr. Lengmyer: I know this is difficult. But it's crucial that we learn as much as possible about this anomaly. Please, tell me about the timeframe before we arrived. SCP-6409-A: Well, you know how things are these days. Businesses are struggling all over, there's not enough to go around, not everybody's going to make it… But I've owned that bowling centre for years! It grew and developed under my management, it became the biggest thing I had in my life. Dr. Lengmyer: You just said it, things are hard all over. Declaring bankruptcy isn't as bad as you might think- SCP-6409-A: You don't understand. When this is how you define yourself… as a man. I could never just let all of that go. I didn't know what else… I didn't have anything else to turn to. Dr. Lengmyer: You were really that attached to it all? SCP-6409-A: I really love bowling. Do you know why? Dr. Lengmyer: Tell me. SCP-6409-A: Everyone loves bowling! What I mean is, well, you could have little Jimmy's 10th birthday party at lane one; some college kids getting drunk and rolling a few frames on lane four; the seniors league regulars getting their time in on lane seven. Some say that baseball is the great American pastime, but I tell you it's bowling that truly brings every one of us together! Dr. Lengmyer: I guess that's an interesting point. SCP-6409-A: How could something so great, with such universal appeal, how could that ever fail? Dr. Lengmyer: Let's discuss your employees. It is Shaun Kilmore and Paul Ferran in there as well, correct? SCP-6409-A: It is. They were my best employees; hard workers, no complaints, real stand-up guys. Dr. Lengmyer: Was either of them a new arrival, maybe hired shortly before this transformation? SCP-6409-A: I met Shaun ages ago. He was a young man going through some hard times, but I could see he just needed a second chance. My business was newer then, still just taking off, but I chose to take him on. One of the best decisions I ever made! He was a good lane technician, and before long he became a good friend too. Dr. Lengmyer: What about Paul? SCP-6409-A: Young Paul? What a good kid! Came on for a summer job at first, but after graduation he was practically full-time. Saving up for college, y'know? Every other other one of those lazy scoundrels would slack off, or maybe just decide not to show up for work at all. But even with his schoolwork and studies in the picture, Paul was reliable for me. Dr. Lengmyer: Fine. So they may or may not be involved in th- SCP-6409-A: Of course they're involved! They're right here in this prison with me. Good guys, and loyal to the end; is this what they deserved for it? Dr. Lengmyer: I don't- uh, I couldn't say. But if there's anything that might stand out, that might be a clue to the cause for this or how it- SCP-6409-A: There were the times… with all of us together, closing up the lanes at the end of the evening. We might bowl a few frames, all have a beer or two - felt like the only time when the money situation didn't weigh on my mind. Those might have really been the most satisfying times of all… Dr. Lengmyer: Is that relevant to- SCP-6409-A: And on those nights, I wished… I just wished so damn hard that it wouldn't all slip away. Dr. Lengmyer: Are you listening to me? SCP-6409-A: It just doesn't make sense. Why couldn't things have stayed the same as they were before? Where did it all go wrong? <END LOG> Closing Statement: Subsequent Interviews have ultimately resulted in SCP-6409-A assuming a similarly despondent disposition, without revealing any further information. Site-43's resources for Research purposes will be directed elsewhere, barring any significant developments in the case of SCP-6409. Footnotes 1. Incidental audio features Agent Polk
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Threat Level: Yellow Instances of SCP-6410-1 pictured in the Hyakki Yagyō Emaki, Muromachi Period (1336-1573). Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to analyze all news covering the territory of Japan for signs of SCP-6410-1 activity. Assigned task force JTF Tau-14 (“Kami-no-Manimani”1) is to monitor designated areas, including all dump sites, junkyards, museums, shrines, antique stores and any building housing large amounts of objects of considerable age. Foundation assets can be used to acquire such zones on a case-by-case basis. If an SCP-6410-1 instance is encountered, agents are to attempt to bring it to the closest Foundation location, first through diplomacy. If diplomacy fails, force can be used to subdue the instance. Termination is available but should only be taken as a last resort. If a SCP-6410-1 instance is successfully acquired, they can be allocated inside any available item locker that can fit their dimensions. Depending on the type of object SCP-6410-1 represents, further procedures may be required. Due to SCP-6410-1’s nature of a well-established piece of folklore, cover-up procedures are to be focused on practical effects, game show pranks, and engineering tests. Amnestic use is available, but not recommended. Research into the nature of SCP-6410 and the formation of SCP-6410-1 instances is currently being carried out by the Mythology And Folkloristics Department, in conjunction with the Anomalous Weapons Development Department. Any inquiries must be forwarded to their respective Directors. Description: SCP-6410 is a phenomenon affecting objects that are at least 100 years old, causing their spontaneous animation. All animations are innate to the territory of Japan, although few occurrences have been recorded to still happen in previous extensions of its territory. This phenomenon does not affect all objects that are 100 years old, nor does it affect objects when they become 100 years old, sometimes affecting them at a much later date. So far, no other known pattern for which items are affected by SCP-6410 has been discerned. Objects animated through SCP-6410, known as SCP-6410-1, are diverse in nature, both because of the variety of objects they can take after, and the physiology these instances adopt after this phenomenon takes place. Regarding the latter, SCP-6410-1 instances can be divided into three classes: Class-Alpha: Instances are identical to the object they take after, their only anomalous trait being animation. Some are capable of levitation. Class-Beta: Instances are near-identical to the object they take after, but are partially or fully composed of organic material resembling different types of biological systems. These systems are not always conformed by the appropriate organs, and serve no apparent function. Most common type of SCP-6410-1. Class-Gamma: Instances have deviated heavily from the object they take after, taking on traits from different members of the Animalia kingdom. They present functional biological systems, and are capable of traits often associated with Yōkai and Yūrei. Due to the high contrast between the affected object and the instances, they were not considered part of SCP-6410 until recently. Abridged list of SCP-6410-1 instances Close Collapsible Codename Class Description Karakasa Alpha/Beta Animated umbrellas. Few instances have grown from one to ten eyes. Chōchin Beta/Gamma Animated paper lanterns. Interior fully composed of entrails, eyes, tongues and teeth sometimes appearing on its exterior. Alpha-types do exist, but the condition of the item causes structural collapse upon movement. Nurikabe Alpha Animated bricks and roof tiles. Tend to flock together. Wanyūdō Beta/Gamma Animated wheels and other similar items. Capable of locomotion, and most are constantly on fire. Some are known to be able to scream incoherently. Waniguchi Gamma Waniguchi-type shrine gong that has grown the body of an animal similar to the Yangtze alligator (Alligator sinensis). Gong opens in the shape of a mouth, containing over four hundred sharp teeth. First 6410-1 instance contained by the Foundation. Hatodoke Beta Antique cuckoo clock. Inside entirely composed of chicken bones and dirt. Able of simple locomotion, with cuckoo whistle producing clucks at hourly intervals. Nijūroku Alpha/Beta Type 26 revolver handgun. Some are capable of shooting small items such as glass marbles, pebbles, fishing hooks, and bones of different types (Fish bones, wolf fangs, human teeth.) 7 of 11 recovered instances taken by the AWD2 for testing. Ikiteirujū Beta See Addendum SCP-6410.2 Addendum SCP-6410.1 Research File SCP-6410 Xiao Yamamoto, Mythology And Folkloristics Department Research into the nature of SCP-6410 has been an arduous and fairly unfruitful endeavor, due to the poorly known nature of the phenomenon; as far as it’s understood, it occurs to items at random. Regardless, the discovery of this nature is relevant as it’s tied to the nature of the anomalous affecting a considerable area. Instances of SCP-6410-1 — or as it’s been known since before the West had even learnt of Japan, the Tsukumogami3 — are artifacts that, as the name implies, have acquired a ‘kami’. It is known that these entities have existed for a long, long time, their first mention appearing on the 9th century wake collection 'Ise Monogatari'. It is also known that the Bureau of Onmyō4 exorcized such entities since at least the 10th century, using long forgotten practices. They have since appeared in countless occasions, written about by poets and drawn by artists, becoming integral parts of Japanese folklore, so much so that covering-up after each appearance requires no more than a simple explanation; that these monsters are a show’s doing, or a crafty fan’s interpretation of Shigeru Mizuki’s work. What is generally understood about the concept of ‘kami’ is that it’s a type of spiritual energy that is generated as a Tsukumogami gains ‘life’, similar to the concept of a ‘soul’. Unlike souls, a ‘kami’ isn’t a conductor for life, but rather exists in nature as some type of free energy that can become analogue to it. Taking the ‘kami’ out of a Tsukumogami would return it to an inert stage, but cannot be transferred to another body to cause animation or reanimation. It cannot be traded with Tartarean entities, nor can it be consumed by Pneumophages. An interesting property of ‘kami’ energy is that while it has been measured to exist globally, its effects have only been registered in the area of Japan and previous territories Japan possessed during the Meiji, Taishō and Shōwa eras. The reason for this is not yet known, but is believed to be related with the Shinto concept of yorishiro, vessels that attract kami (Here referring to spirits and Deities venerated in Shinto) and allows them to occupy a physical body for religious purposes. ‘Kami’ is not a concept unique to Shinto however, similar concepts appearing in several animist religions throughout the world. Whether these have similar effects on vessels is yet to be ascertained. Research into forcing ‘kami’ to inhabit a vessel is ongoing. The current main theory is that a vessel must be both over 100 years old, and have some sentimental value to an individual of Japanese descent with moderate ties to either Shinto and other animist religions that were adopted into Shinto, these qualities affecting close to 70% of all known SCP-6410 instances. The main issue to the theory is that object veneration is a Shinto tradition that, as with many others, has become part of common culture, 70% also being the percentage of Shinto believers in Japan. Furthermore, object veneration of kami is not a Shinto practice, having been imported from Buddhism. The possibility of SCP-6410 being an effect of Shinbutsu-shūgō, or the Japanese syncretism of Buddhism and Shinto is another key area of research regarding these entities. Regarding the specific method of forcing ‘kami’ into an object, it is believed that, while a ‘kami’ doesn’t have the value of a soul, it still is related to life in a similar manner. Instances of SCP-6410-1 are more prominent the more populated an area is. This goes against the understanding of traditional kami, which are more in tune with forests and natural areas, as well as Shinto shrines, neither of which are areas where SCP-6410-1 appear often. Addendum SCP-6410.2 On 1991/11/17, an SCP-6410-1 instance was discovered in the United States of America, bearing the shape of an MP5K-PDW submachine gun, with its interior composed of organic matter, able to fire self-generating teeth-like structures instead of bullets. Due to the area it was recovered from and the lack of two-way communication between Sites, the instance was classified as a separate anomaly. It wasn’t until 2008 that the item was identified as containing ‘kami’ energy, and reclassified as part of SCP-6410, and given the -REC designation.5 Following this discovery, Site-50’s AWD’s Hoplology Division and Area-34’s AWD’s Occult Studies Division formed a joint task research team to better understand SCP-127-REC. Anomalous Weapons Development Research SCP-127-REC Site 50 - Margaret Jetztmeyer, Hoplology Division Area 34 - James Yun, Occult Studies Division SCP-127-REC (Codename: Ikiteirujū) is a complicated case, as much of a blessing as it’s been a curse when it comes to understanding the inner workings behind SCP-6410. First, it proved that SCP-6410-1 instances can appear outside of Japan. SCP-127-REC was recovered from Houston, Texas, a location approximately 9,000 kilometers away from the territory of Japan. At no point of manufacturing, distribution and purchase did the weapon that would become 127-REC passed through said denoted area. Second, it proved that SCP-6410-1 instances do not need to be a hundred years old or older to be animated. The weapon that became SCP-127-REC had been manufactured less than six months before its discovery. What still remains true is the connection to the Japanese, and to Shinto. James Schwarzenberg, the owner of the weapon, was born to a mother of Japanese descent. Furthermore, the mother had connections to Shinto, and often helped in a local Shinto shrine where they lived. An oddity is the death of James, caused by a heart attack. No damaged tissue could be found in his heart or any other organ that would fail under these circumstances. While this isn’t rare by itself, the type of death is one quite common during soul offerings. It is our current belief that James lost his soul in some manner that caused the animation of SCP-127-REC. While this contradicts what we knew of SCP-6410, we didn’t take into consideration the possibility that the ritual itself not only animates items, but also denaturalizes souls, transforming them into ‘kami’ energy. Due to this, a research group will be sent to the area, especially to determine if the Shinto shrine nearby had any involvement in the situation, and, if it does, determine how to stop and/or utilize the SCP-6410 ritual process. The possibility that this ritual can occur to a soul, and it can occur while it is still attached to its respective body is not one we can let pass, especially because of its extent: If we can find ‘kami’ energy anywhere on the world, wouldn’t that mean that this ritual can and has occurred globally, many times? The research group visited the Kurinsou-taisha Shrine in Houston, using Onmyōdō rituals to determine and contact the Deities worshipped at the location. A transcript of the event has been attached: Interview Log Interviewer: Rs. Miranda Deann Foreword: Interview was conducted through a shinzō-class neural link with the shrine, recovered using psychospheric restructuring. Parts of it could be semantically contaminated. [BEGIN LOG] (Deann connects with the shrine. She stands in a void, facing a torii gate. As she steps through, a shrine and an accompanying forest appears before her. The shrine’s appearance differs from the one Deann is linked to.) Deann: Hello? Is anybody here? (A cognitohazardous entity appears in front of her. Despite having clear physical traits, they cannot be described.) Entity: Greetings. Deann: Hello, sir. Might I ask who I’m talking to? Entity: Not who, but what, for there is none but leftovers of a previous meaning left, a cadaver who has been worn down to the bone, and yet it still speaks when spoken to. Nothing but the melancholic fragments of a deity remain here, without purpose. Not anymore, not anymore. (Two zabuton pillows appear inside the shrine. The entity sits on one.) Entity: Ah, but enough of that which is no longer here. Let us speak of what remains: Tell me, to which Deity do I respond to? (Deann sits down on the remaining zabuton.) Deann: I am no deity, but a human in search of answers. Entity: Peculiar. Quite peculiar, that a human enters a Shintai6. Less peculiar, that you look for answers only the likes of me can give. I thought after one’s death, I would see no other in search of enlightenment, yet I thought wrong. Pray tell, then, the offering you are to offer. Deann: An offering? Entity: A deity must receive proper compensation for that which is asked of them. Even as one perished and composted by the worms, the appropriate rites to attract a deity’s attention must take place. A tithe, thus, is in order. Deann: I see… What’s the price? Entity: The dirt for the worms must be renewed, and apt mineral provided. That is the price. If an answer is what you seek, you shall help renew. Deann: I… I see. Could I first confirm that you know the answer to my question? Entity: Of course. Deann: A human, James Schwarzenberg, died a mysterious death. At the same time, a weapon of his gained life, becoming a Tsukumogami. Does the term sound familiar? Entity: Of course I know of this. It happened here. Deann: Do you know how this happened? Entity: I officialized it. How could I not? (Deann remains silent for several seconds, under the watchful eye of the entity.) Deann: I’ll pay the price then. (Entity smiles, before a table with a tea set appears in front of the two. The entity takes a kettle, and serves Deann tea. Entity opens its mouth, and speaks. At this point, the neural link begins corrupting, overwhelmed by the information transmitted. Deann’s brain quickly disconnects from the link, ending the interview.) Afterword: 13 seconds after the link’s collapse, Researcher Deann woke up, ignoring assisting personnel. She rushed to find pen and paper, before transcribing the SCP-6410 ritual. After the transcription, Deann lost all memories regarding the link, all memories of her wedding day and vision on both eyes, linked to a sudden depolarization caused by several localized hemorrhagic strokes, understood as the price paid for the information. Shortly after, an SCP-6410-1 instance in the shape of a Magatama7 was discovered near the shrine. Deann’s writings explained that SCP-6410 is not a ritual, but a Theorganical process of Shinto Kami that consumes souls in exchange for Power/Relevance/Last Chance8 to Hachiman-no-Kami9 The process purifies souls into ‘adequate coin’, impurities becoming ‘kami’ energy, which then attaches to ‘appropriate vessels’, creating SCP-6410-1. This process occurs naturally with vessels that are older than 100 years old (Tsukumo (九十九) principle), although the process can also be forced into other vessels, like with SCP-127-REC. To confirm the writings, the research team was tasked with contacting Hachiman-no-Kami at the Usa Hachimangū Shrine in Usa, Japan. Said action was vetoed by the East Asian Regional Council, who confirmed the writing’s contents as true. All information obtained was archived for future use, and the research team was disbanded. Addendum SCP-6410.3 On 2013, the Department of Anomalous Weapons Development used SCP-6410’s archived information to introduce the following proposal: Anomalous Weapons Development Proposal Project Pygmalion Area 34 - Felipe Everest, Department Head Proposal: Following SCP-6410’s findings and the veto, the AWD decided to conduct studies on SCP-127-REC and five other SCP-6410-1 weaponry-based instances, realizing basic anomaly-approved tests catered to weapon assessment. These tests resulted in the following conclusions: SCP-6410-1 instances have a behavioral intelligence akin to a dog, and have been trained in order to follow simple orders within what is possible with their morphology. They are able to differentiate different individuals, and can become attached and/or dislike specific handlers. Attachment, among other qualities, are able to better the performance of SCP-6410-1 instances. An example of this is SCP-127-REC, who after 2 years of care handling was able to regenerate projectiles every 18 hours upon depletion.10 Attachment and other qualities have proven to better the performance of usage of SCP-6410-1 instances as conventional weaponry. Instances being handled by handlers they’ve grown attached to have an average increased aim accuracy of 25% and suffer significantly less recoil. Attachment and other qualities have shown to develop qualities that have otherwise remained unrevealed. An example of this is SCP-6410-1126, a Type 99 Arisaka rifle that, since testing began, developed the ability to bend ammunition fired towards a desired target, trait not present before testing. These discoveries lead us to believe that SCP-6410-1 instances can be integrated into Foundation usage, with appropriate training. With all this in mind, we propose using Hachiman-no-Kami’s influence over ‘kami’ energy to redirect it into appropriate weapons and generate SCP-6410-1 which will then be trained for Foundation use, to reinforce available military force. Reasoning: Military and Defense personnel are the top casualties amongst Foundation employees. For decades we’ve implemented systems to lower the likelihood of loss of life, having overall positive results. One of the points that we have not managed to touch upon due to logistical limitations are the arms worn by personnel. A weapon is merely a tool, as efficient as its handler can make it be. Unlike armor and defensive equipment, weaponry isn’t designed to defend its user. Project Pygmalion could change this. Military animals are amongst the most efficient and loyal soldiers, and bring up overall morale on any post they’re stationed at. If we could apply these traits onto weaponry, we could better performance like never seen before. Furthermore, if this project is successful, it would mean it could be applied to other equipment to increase their performance. We could be seeing the biggest casualty decrease in almost a hundred years. Requirements: The most important part would be striking a deal with the Deity Hachiman-no-Kami. As details on the inner workings of a deal with Hachiman-no-Kami are unknown to us, we cannot predict nor delineate any sort of proceeding. Ideally, the deal would allow us to utilize the waste energy liberated by the Kami to incorporate them into appropriate vessels. Whether this is possible has to be confirmed with the Deity. All other requirements would come once this first deal is approved, and if it is, once the delimitations of the deal are defined. That being said, several Task Forces and Defence personnel would be required for integrated testing and deployment. Any other expenditure will be covered by the AWD. Project Pygmalion was pre-approved by the Ethics Committee on 2015, and approved by the East Asian Regional Council by a vote of 34 to 21, allowed to progress with the following limitations: A tribute must be prepared for each weapon produced [Tribute will be handled by the AWD in accordance with Ethics Committee’s guidelines] SCP-6410-1 instances must be treated with due respect [Vague wording; Special team training prepared by the AWD] SCP-6410-1 will not, and therefore cannot injure the People of Japan [SCP-6410-1 will not be distributed to Japanese Sites. Instances will be produced in Area-34 (San José, Costa Rica)] Excess ‘kami’ energy will remain untouched by the Foundation [With no direct manner of interacting with it, limitation can be followed without additional expenses] All limitations were deemed acceptable. Project Pygmalion started its testing phase the following year. Project Pygmalion - Relevant Testing Logs Test: Inserting ‘Kami’ energy into a weapon, animating it. Item: SIG Sauer P228 Pistol (M11) Result: Animation carried out. Instance became type ‘Alpha’, incapable of autonomous fire. Test: Testing whether large objects can be animated. Item: Oshkosh Light Combat Tactical All-Terrain Vehicle (L-ATV) Result: Right rear wheel of the vehicle detached, catching on fire, having become a Wanyūdō instance. Extent of animation believed to correspond to weight rather than size, with a limit of approx. 60 Kg. Test: Testing whether achieving a certain standard configuration is possible. Item: B&T APC9-K Submachine Gun x5, Standard configuration for SCP-6410-1 Result: First and second weapons deviated from standard configuration, third onwards following it. Three members of the tribute team collapsed dead, seven more losing specific memories, senses, and organ functionality. Observations: Local ‘kami’ energy output was not enough, which was the cause of the casualties. Tributing increased accordingly. Test: Testing whether anomalous abilities can be standardized. Item: HK416 Assault Rifle x5, Special standard configuration for SCP-6410-1 Result: All five assault rifles followed anomalous standard configurations, all gaining the ability to paralyze impacted targets. Increased tributes able to output necessary ‘kami’ energy. Test: Testing whether ‘kami’ energy can affect already anomalous weaponry Item: Class-II Theocidic Harpoon Rifle Result: Entire tribute team collapsed dead. 12 SCP-6410-1 instances manifested from items inside the testing room. Observations: Limitations updated: ‘No weapons capable of injuring Hachiman-no-Kami are to be granted His gift’. Otherwise, paraweaponry can be animated into SCP-6410-1 instances, generally requiring higher 'kami' energy input. Pygmalion-Type weapons were cleared for field use in 2018, five Task Force teams and two Site Defense teams deploying said weaponry the same year. Results were moderately positive, with minimal complications. Currently, fifty-three teams have Pygmalion-Type weaponry as part of their equipment list. Pygmalion-Type weaponry is available to all units upon request11, provided they participate and complete a basic Pygmalion weaponry care course. Usage of Pygmalion-Type weapons have been linked with increased efficiency and loyalty. All available Task Forces able to do so are expected to deploy them as part of their equipment by 2050. To meet this goal, tribute events and care course sessions have been tripled. Footnotes Footnotes Footnotes 1. 神の随に ("At the Mercy of the Gods") is a Joint Task Force positioned all across Japan, composed of Foundation agents and members of 23 other Groups of Interest, with the task of acquiring and safeguarding anomalous objects either from or before other Groups of Interest acquire them. 2. Department of Anomalous Weapons Development 3. 付喪神 (“Tool Kami/Spirit”) 4. First name adopted by GoI-921 (“Shūshū-In”) upon its foundation in the year 765. 5. Reclassified anomalies (Known as REC) are those whose classification as an item has been deemed outdated by the discovery of another anomaly, removed from standard records, and/or moved as a component of the aforementioned anomaly. Original number remains for archival purposes. 6. Type of yorishiro vessel that is being occupied by a Kami spirit. 7. Curved stones used in religious ceremonies. One of the Three Imperial Regalia of Japan. 8. Psychospheric concepts. Hazy functional meaning. 9. Shinto deity of Archery and War, Patron of Warriors and Protector of Japan. 10. SCP-127-REC was capable of firing teeth-like projectiles, regenerating them every 72 to 120 hours upon depletion. 11. Units who: Have a record of weapon misuse Have a record of animal abuse Are capable of 'reading' items they manipulate (Psychometry), accessing the consciousness of any object within a certain range (Psionics) and/or neurally connecting with souls and ‘The Beyond’ (Mediumship) are not allowed to handle Pygmalion-Type weaponry. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6410" by Maxyfran73, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6410. Licensed under CC-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: Hyakki-Yagyo-Emaki Tsukumogami 1.jpg Author: Unknown License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: AWD Logo Author: Agente Shuffle License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: SCP Wiki
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Item#: 6411 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No usage of SCP-6411, in speech, writing, or any other medium, is to be permitted. Any such usage is to be considered a containment breach, and nearby available MTFs are to be mobilised to deal with it appropriately. The sole exceptions to the above are the original documentation of SCP-6411, which is to be kept at a high-security vault in an undisclosed site, and sentences of SCP-6411 comprised solely of lexemes1 that are known to have already escaped. Description: SCP-6411 is a Carpalóra-class constructed language2 created by Department of Linguistics founder Joseph Harrison in collaboration with the Department of Applied Force. Any usage of SCP-6411 that is not in line with the Special Containment Procedures will result in an SCP-6411-A event involving all lexemes used. SCP-6411-A events invariably result in the involved lexemes ceasing to be part of SCP-6411, instead returning to their previous locations. Often, these previous locations will be brought to the place where the event occured. Further side effects depend on the individual lexemes, and hence cannot be known in advance. [ To access further information, please input level 5 credentials. ] [ [ Access granted. ] ] Creation: Joseph Harrison, an amateur American linguist, was commissioned by the Foundation with creating SCP-6411's base grammatical structure in 1931. This was due to multiple nomenclative breaches that occured in the previous 20 years as a result of SCP-6411 lexemes not being properly contained. Once SCP-6411's grammatical structure was created, a ritual conducted by the Department of Applied Force was used to convert SCP-6411 lexemes' previously nomenclative meanings into lexical meanings provided by Harrison. Due to unforeseen resonance between the lexemes, the building in which the ritual was conducted collapsed upon its completion, with the exception of its chimney, where Harrison was located. Besides Harrison, all involved personnel and entities were killed. Known Containment Breaches: Since SCP-6411's creation, there have been three known SCP-6411-A events. Due to the involved lexemes having been removed from SCP-6411, the original meaning of the sentences and words involved has been rendered inaccessible. The following is a log of whatever information is known regarding these events. SCP-6411-A-1 Involved Utterance Mnamenoǵa Event Description A janitor came across SCP-6411's documentation, which was erroneously left outside of its container. While returning it to its place, the janitor mumbled the aforementioned word. Results The event resulted in the manifestation of an entity with six humanoid arms used as legs, supporting a single massive lepidopteran wing, which scuttled away. The janitor's screams alerted site security, who successfully contained the entity. The entity expired eight days later, presumably due to malnutrition, as containment specialists were unable to locate a mouth through which to feed it. Following this, documentation was moved to its current high-security location. SCP-6411-A-2 Date 6.9.2012 Involved Utterance [UNKNOWN] Event Description An unidentified party is hypothesised to have used a lengthy sentence in SCP-6411 in a field near Warchały, Poland. Results A large section of the aforementioned field spontaneously grew into a dense forest, which included flora not native to Poland. It's unknown how many entities, if any, manifested, or whether any of the persons responsible for the event survived. SCP-6411-A-3 Date 27.5.2016 Involved Utterance Maknên onewholeapsoverthedawnsky ielomast. Event Description A piece of previously unknown documentation of SCP-6411, presumably created in the very earliest stages of the language's design, was discovered by Junior Researcher Owens while digitising Harrison's personal writings. Upon Owens typing the aforementioned sentence, an SCP-6411-A event occurred. Results Security camera footage records two semihumanoid entities appearing behind Owens; one possesses a vulpine head protruding from its stomach rather than a humanoid one, and the other has legs that coil downwards in a spiral rather than having any clear joints. The entities notice Owens and invite him to drink tea, while addressing him as a "long-missed enemy". Owens, an only child, is startled and accepts. The vulpine-headed entity removes Owens' arm and produces three cups. The arm begins leaking a liquid into the cups, which are then distributed among the three subjects. Owens immediately faints, and the entities reattach his arm before leaving the room and disappearing from camera footage. Analysis has revealed that the liquid involved was, in fact, tree sap. _ + O5-11, you have (1) new message. Open?- Opened. To: O5 Council From: O5-3 Subject: Decommissioning of SCP-6411 Fellow council members, I will begin by conceding that our predecessors' decision to create SCP-6411 was inspired. No longer could a person randomly making up names cause a containment breach - a breach could only be caused by speaking SCP-6411, since the words that comprise it really weren't names anymore. The one problem with this, of course, is that breaches could still be caused. And as of 2012, we have evidence that suggests that knowledge of SCP-6411 has leaked outside of the Foundation, making breaches no longer something that might occur by mistake, but something that is practically just waiting to happen again. There are two options I see for us here. Either we create a new language, make it the new SCP-6411, and use the same dangerous and hard to set up ritual to transfer all of SCP-6411's current vocabulary into it (and then just wait until knowledge of it leaks, too) - or we immediately move to find a way to erase the lexemes - the names - from existence completely. I know we traditionally haven't been fans of the latter option. But in the face of the alternatives, I personally don't see how else we can keep those things in the forest where language is the greatest of weapons. I'll be bringing this up for voting in our next meeting. I hope we'll see eye to eye. O5-3 Footnotes 1. Fundamental units of meaning independent of any morphological changes. For example, the words go, gone, and going are all derived from the lexeme "go". 2. A language that, instead of having naturally evolved like most human languages, was artificially designed.
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close Info X 92.46% (+49) 7.54% (-4) -% (+0) -% (-0) By Marcelles D. Raynes Item#: 6412 Level5 Containment Class: Keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures Only personnel within the Department of Multiversal Cartography who are familiar with arcane cartography are permitted access to the complete list of esoteric containment rituals and procedures for SCP-6412. Divulgence of these rituals to personnel with insufficient clearance is considered a breach of the Foundation's internal secrecy protocol. Individuals found in breach of this protocol will be terminated. A 1km exclusion zone has been erected along the circumference around SCP-6412 to deter the inadvertent discovery of the anomaly by civilians. An armed team is to patrol this perimeter under the guise of park rangers patrolling a nature reservation. All inquiries are to be responded to with Cover Story 9 ("Endangered Species"). Individuals who are not deterred by the initial Cover Story are to be forcefully removed from the property. Individuals who have infiltrated the exclusion zone without sufficient clearance are to be apprehended and amnesticized. Further explorations into SCP-6412 have been suspended indefinitely by O5 Command. Description SCP-6412 is the designation for the extra-dimensional location located within a maple tree in Kineswood Grove, a national park located in Greene County, New York. SCP-6412 can be accessed through a hatch located on the north-facing side of the trunk, which leads to a descending spiraling staircase. Subjects who enter SCP-6412 will emerge from the bottom of a lighthouse positioned at the top of a cliff inside of SCP-6412's interior, at dusk. A location within SCP-6412 The geography of SCP-6412 cannot be concretely defined, as infrastructure and terrain are altered upon re-entry. An unknown anti-cartographic anomaly prevents the depiction of SCP-6412's landscape in any significant written or visual capacity. Digital maps of SCP-6412's interior become distorted or corrupted as they are being created, while analog records invariably become smeared or otherwise destroyed regardless of preventative measures taken to ensure their preservation. The only consistency in the geography of SCP-6412 is the lighthouse that entrants emerge from, which is always located north relative to any subject's current position. SCP-6412 is populated by sapient, hostile entities, who should be avoided if possible. The exact form and behavioral patterns of these entities is highly varied and poorly understood. Many of these entities are susceptible to sustained heavy ballistic or incendiary weaponry. Discovery SCP-6412 was originally discovered in 1997 by the late Senior Researcher Ahdia Alam during her allotted 6-week maternity leave. Alam was with her husband, fellow Senior Researcher Osiris Hadid, when she noticed the hatch leading into SCP-6412. She alerted Site Director Chin of the discovery and was permitted access to explore the anomaly once she was cleared to return to field work. One week following Alam's return to Foundation fieldwork, she led a small team.Consiting of Alam, three additional researchers, and a four-man MTF squad. on an excursion through the dimension after receiving permission from the O5 Council. The team was able to successfully document SCP-6412's anomalous properties and partially transmit their findings to Site-83 before losing contact. Due to the unknown circumstances surrounding the loss of contact, and the incomplete data recovery detailing the behavior of the entities and geography within SCP-6412, the Ethics Committee had ruled against further expeditions into the dimension. SCP-6412 was then contained and classified as Safe. The Re-Exploration vote On September 12th, 2021, Site-83 received a distress signal containing the appropriate Foundation identification codes used in 1997 as well as footage showing the changing topology of the dimension. <Begin Footage> [ The camera shows the ground, a desert area perforated by thick jungle roots. The roots appear to become displaced by the presence of a wave moving underneath them. There is chatter in the background. The camera operator either does not notice or does not acknowledge the speakers. ] The Lexicon S.R. Alam: If you're getting this, it's us. We've been stuck here for… god… A year? Two? Finally got the M.D. transmitters working again. We found something wonderful here, the boys have taken to calling it the Lexicon. [ Senior Researcher Alam holds an unknown dodecahedral shape. ] S.R. Alam: We've been calling for extraction for a while now. I'm… guessing something terrible happened top-side. We've been trying to find that damn lighthouse but the ground keeps shifting and turning us around. We ran out of rations a few weeks ago now, and the fruit here tastes like battery acid but… it's edible. This… thing. It's important, somehow. I think it's some kind of lock for the horsemen. They're attracted to it, I think. [ There is a faint shrieking noise. The camera operator pans toward a large cliff face in the distance where a lighthouse is positioned at the top. The lighthouse flashes a green light in their direction. Several more faint shrieking noises are heard. ] Unknown: There it is! S.R. Alam: We're still in here. Delta X-Ray Charlie Bravo Echo. Help us. <End Footage> Several members of the Ethics Committee were present during the initial broadcast of the distress signal and proposed a vote to decide the next course of action in light of the presented information. After much deliberation, the decision to send a team into SCP-6412 with the primary purpose of retrieving the lost information and the dodecahedral object from Alam's team was put to a vote by the O5 Council. FOR AGAINST 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 Verdict Motion Carries MTF Lambda-5 ("Walkmen") was assigned to investigate SCP-6412, and Junior Researcher Umar Hadid volunteered to assist with the investigation. All personnel were equipped with a long-term exploration-survival pack.Including machetes, whetstones, a smaller bag for personal items, ammunition boxes, long-range and short-range firearms, dried food, and water canisters. and an additional crate of surplus ammunition, freeze-dried food, and camera batteries. The following audio/visual transcript was pieced together from the body cameras of the surviving personnel. Initial Exploration Chin, Gytha L5 Alpha - Team Lead Cresswell, Alex L5 Beta - Light Infantry Brown, Cordae L5 Gamma - Heavy Infantry Kens, Nikhil L5 Delta - Medic Allegre, Allison - Research Lead Hadid, Umar - Research Assistant <BEGIN RECORDING> The access point to SCP-6412. Dr. Allegre: This is Doctor Allison Allegre of Site 83, leading the mission into SCP-6412 in order to recover the data that was lost in '97, and to hopefully locate any additional anomalous objects of significance. The date is uh… October 12th, 2021. We're inside of SCP-6412 proper now and will start exploring shortly. L5-Alpha: Alright folks, eyes up. Don't know what kind of weird shit we're walking into. J.R. Hadid: You got it, Gytha. L5-Alpha: You gotta stop calling me that, Umar. J.R. Hadid: Oh, uh right. Sorry. L5-Beta: So, let me get this straight; we have no map, they expect us to stay out here in this hostile, alien world for who knows how long, and we're looking for an object-slash-team who may or may not even be around anymore? Dr. Allegre: The object we're after could be of great significance. L5-Beta: I'm sorry, could? You mean the big wigs don't even know if that thing is worth checking out? L5-Alpha: Quit bitching, Alex. [ L5-Gamma carries the large crate of survival equipment and bumps into L5-Beta, knocking them off balance. They appear to stumble momentarily before regaining their balance. L5-Gamma laughs, continuing to walk forward while L5-Beta attempts to shove him back. Due to the size difference between the agents, however, L5-Beta is incapable of hindering L5-Gamma in any significant capacity. ] J.R. Hadid: Where should we set up camp, Dr. Allegre? Dr. Allegre: Somewhere strategic. Any elevated area would do. Keep an eye out for highrises, cliffs, that sort of thing. J.R. Hadid: Will do. [ The team proceeds. Sand dunes expand into the horizon, and the desert has a spare collection of jungle flora throughout, separated by extreme distances. Small, bipedal arboreal entities glide between the trees. It is unclear how they are able to traverse the distance between trees, as the entities are minuscule and do not appear to have the momentum necessary to glide in-between trees without flight. On the horizon, at the apex of a sand dune, are four humanoid figures mounted on quadrupedal entities. Due to atmospheric haze, the exact appearance of these entities cannot be discerned. Clouds overhead stray against the direction of the wind and appear to be following the team. ] L5-Alpha: Keep your eyes on them, Alex. L5-Beta: Aye, Captain. L5-Delta: Well, that's odd. Dr. Allegre: Weather anomalies are the least odd thing about this place. L5-Delta: No, not that. And not the riders either. That. [ L5-Delta points due east. Approximately 25 meters away there is a weathered building with the SCP Foundation emblem loosely suspended from it via cables and rebar. Protruding from the side of the building is a metal sphere that has spike-like extensions extending from its surface at various angles. The sphere appears to have eroded due to oxidation and the presence of an unknown, dry, red substance. Directly underneath the sphere is the lower half of a humanoid entity in the early stages of decomposition. Skin is dried and bloated, with veins visible underneath the skin and fungal growths present on the surface. Wounds similar to bite marks are visible on multiple parts of its body. ] Dr. Allegre: That is… discomforting. J.R. Hadid: It's… a corpse? I've, uh… yeah, no, I've seen worse, right Gytha? L5-Alpha: I'd really appreciate it if we never speak about Caesar Winters again, Umar. J.R. Hadid: Right, sorry. S-still, that's not so bad. Least it's dead. L5-Delta: And it doesn't look like it's been eaten either. J.R. Hadid: It doesn't? L5-Delta: Look at the indentations on the legs and the naval region. They're deep enough to tear flesh from, but there aren't nearly enough of them to suggest that whatever this… researcher… was attacked by was attempting to consume it. This means one of two things- L5-Alpha: Either whoever this was was trespassing in something else's territory, or something is out here killing for fun. Dr. Allegre: The file said there might be hostile entities in here. L5-Alpha: Anything more specific, Ally? [ Dr. Allegre shakes her head. She approaches the deceased entity and removes a sample of its skin, sealing it within a hazardous waste baggie. She shudders once the bag is sealed, then sighs. ] Dr. Allegre: Best keep our wits about us. Umar? [ She holds out the baggie. ] J.R. Hadid: On it. L5-Alpha: Eyes open, people. We're going in. L5-Beta: Fuckin' – boss! You aren't seriously saying we post up in there? The building with all this bullshit on the outside? I mean, we have all this open desert… L5-Alpha: Look at that body real close, soldier, then tell me you'd rather sleep out in the great expanse that is this dessert. Go on, take a look. [ L5-Beta groans. L5-Gamma passes them, appearing to intentionally bump L5-Beta with his shoulder. ] L5-Gamma: Scared? L5-Beta: [ They scoff. ] No. L5-Delta: Might I suggest you stop bickering and get inside? Quickly. [ L5-Alpha leads the team to the west-facing side of the building and attempts to enter via the door, however wood can be seen on the other side that forms a barrier. L5-Gamma groans and uses the supply crate to destroy the window directly beside the door, prying apart loosely connected pieces of wood with his bare hands. ] L5-Alpha: Really, Cordae? Really? [ The team enters the building. Dr. Allegre notes a pungent smell of nectar and milk. The fluorescent lights are either non-functioning or absent. MTF agents activate their flashlights. The ground level is in a state of severe disarray; several documents are scattered on the floor, and the majority of the furniture is upside down or flipped on its side. On several of the tables, there are indentations similar to those found on the corpse on the building's exterior. A dried substance, presumed to be blood based on its coloration, is present on the ceiling lights and windows. There is a humanoid cadaver positioned with its hands outspread and its head vertically bisected laying on the information desk with a spear through its back. ] J.R. Hadid: That's not good, right? L5-Alpha: Shh! [ There is faint growling noise from an indeterminate source. L5-Alpha signals for L5-Beta to cover her. As L5-Alpha approaches the information desk, the noise becomes audibly louder. Movement is detected coming from the restrooms, and L5-Delta moves to investigate. L5-Gamma raises his rifle and points toward the ceiling. He holds a finger to his mouth and pokes the ceiling with the end of his weapon. ] J.R. Hadid: [ Whispering ] Is that…? [ Near the information desk is a luminescent object similar in appearance to the Lexicon. Instead of glowing orange, however, the object is now glowing purple and levitating several centimeters above the ground. J.R. Hadid crouches and approaches the object. Dr. Allegre attempts to prevent him from doing this by grabbing his shirt, however, J.R. Hadid moves out of her reach before this can be completed. Dr. Allegre does not pursue. ] [ J.R. Hadid picks up the Lexicon and examines it, rotating the object several times in his hands. L5-Alpha silently gestures for him to get behind her, and J.R. Hadid co-operates, returning to his initial position next to Dr. Allegre. J.R. Hadid scrapes the surface of the Lexicon with his fingernail, making a noise that confirms the object is made of glass. He inadvertently presses one of the sides down, causing the object to change hues from purple to red. He gasps. ] J.R. Hadid: I was just… I didn't mean to! L5-Gamma: [ Pointing upward ] Shush. [ The ceiling panels appear to undulate under some massive weight. Parts of the ceiling material begin to flake off before larger parts of the infrastructure collapse in on themselves. A steel girder falls through the ceiling, nearly crushing Junior Researcher Hadid and Dr. Allegre. The Lexicon falls out of J.R. Hadid's hands from the impact, although he manages to resecure it before the object makes contact with the ground. He holds the object close to his chest as he and Dr. Allegre relocate to a nearby desk. They reposition it so that they are able to take shelter between its legs. ] [ After several seconds of debris falling, several amorphous appendages erupt from the ceiling. They appear to be comprised of a material similar to sheepskin. The appendages are black in coloration and appear to secrete a red, viscous substance. At the end of each appendage is an oral opening lined with serrated teeth that rotate counter-clockwise. Along the length of each appenage are eyes, some of which rotate sporadically in a manner similar to twitching. Many of the eyes, however, remain fixated on the MTF agents and follow their movement. L5-Gamma fires into the ceiling. ] L5-Delta: Move it! [ L5-Gamma's arm becomes entangled by the tendrils, restraining it and halting his ability to fire. L5-Alpha draws her firearm and shoots. The impact appears to be minimally effective, as the appendages loosen their restraint on L5-Gamma momentarily before tightening once again. More appendages emerge from the ceiling and attempt to ensnare L5-Alpha, who employs evasive maneuvers to escape. ] [ L5-Delta is ejected from the restroom with an explosive force that sends him into a support pillar. A section of the pillar is broken from the impact. L5-Delta rises and fires his sidearm into the restroom as tendrils emerge from within. They attempt to displace the bullets mid-flight but are unable to. One of the shots connects with the mouth of a tendril, causing the tip of the appendage to burst, covering L5-Delta in blood. A shrieking noise is heard as the appendages swing into L5-Delta's abdomen and knock him to the floor. ] L5-Delta: Little help? [ L5-Alpha concentrates fire on the tendrils in the bathroom, while L5-Beta continues to lay supportive fire into the ceiling above L5-Gamma. The appendages around L5-Gamma's arm retract, lifting him to the ceiling and pulling his arm through one of the openings. He pushes against the ceiling in the opposite direction with his free hand while L5-Beta grabs his ankles and pulls downward. The ceiling cracks. A large cephalopod-entity falls through the ceiling and on top of L5-Gamma and L5-Beta. The tendrils from the bathroom are pulled back, allowing L5-Delta and L5-Alpha to rejoin the other MTF agents. ] [ L5-Beta fires at the entity's beak, drawing its attention. L5-Gamma runs at the entity and wraps his hands around the structure presumed to be the head. The entity appears to attempt to consume L5-Gamma's fingers and eviscerate him with its appendages but is kept occupied by the combined suppressing fire from the remainder of the team. Entity shrieks. L5-Gamma maintains his grip until the entity ceases movement. J.R. Hadid and Dr. Allegre emerge from their cover. ] L5-Gamma: [ Breathing heavily. ] Too… easy. L5-Alpha: Hadid, Doc, you alright? J.R. Hadid: I think so. L5-Beta: Still think this is a good place to make camp, chief? L5-Delta: I'm willing to bet that creature might have been some kind of apex predator, or at least something not worth engaging with if you're a smaller organism. Given the lack of bodies, copious amounts of blood, and our skeletal friend over on that desk, I'd say that this thing ate everything else that came this way. As such, I suspect there will be no other lifeforms in this facility. L5-Beta: [ They scoff. ] I hope you're right about that. [ Team ascends the building via the stairwell. They climb five floors before resting on the sixth, as access to upper floors is obscured by large debris in the stairwell. L5-Alpha scans the floor for hostile entities and begins to secure a perimeter. There is Foundation-brand equipment scattered across the floor, including extra provisions. L5-Beta sits near a window with a sniper rifle in hand. L5-Delta sighs. ] L5-Beta: I'll take the first watch. [ There are several makeshift tents in various states of disarray throughout the floor. Shattered oil lanterns, broken LED lights, and partially consumed rations are present within the tents. Sleeping bags are present as well, covered in a thin layer of dust. Within the tent closest to the stairwell are several outdated computers and monitors. L5-Delta presses the power button on one of the computers. The machine briefly powers on, but deactivates almost immediately afterward, ejecting a small cloud of dust into L5-Delta's face. He coughs. ] L5-Delta: Anyone else know how to fix 30-year-old computers? This may take a while. Dr. Allegre: I know a few things. <End Log> Several documents were found in the building, including the research performed by the original exploration team and the item showcased in the distress signal. Recovered Footage from 1997 Expedition <Begin Log> [ Footage begins, showing S.R. Alam with MTF Luna-5 ("The Left Hand of God") members Salamander, Newt, Gecko, and Skink as well as Researcher Tori O'Day. The team is present in a mountainous area, evidenced by the clouds appearing below the edge of the cliff they are presently on. Nearby rocks possess veins of a fluorescent substance, making them luminous and extremely vibrant. Medium-sized quadrupedal organisms with thick furs resembling wool appear to gallop on either side of the team. They stop occasionally to drink from the rocks, but otherwise do not engage with the team. ] Salamander: Never seen that before. Newt: Have you ever seen anything before? Salamander: I've seen plenty, mind your own damn business. S.R. Alam: You see what we have to work with? O'Day: We're fucked. [ The two researchers laugh. ] O'Day: Seriously, is there any way to tell when the environment is going to alter again? I read the documentation but it wasn't very specific. S.R. Alam: I'm afraid that's what we're here to find out, good doctor. Relax! I'm sure something more interesting than magic sheep will happen soon. [ There is a slight tremor, followed shortly by the sudden implosion of the mountain. The team appears to fall into the rocks, however, the camera is largely obscured by the presence of sand and other sedentary material. They continue to descend for approximately thirty seconds before there is a large explosion. The team is propelled upward through the sedentary material until they emerge on the surface. ] [ The environment appears to be desert. In the distance, there is a large, abandoned building with the Foundation insignia attached to it, hanging loosely by cables. On the horizon to the west of the team are four humanoid organisms, mounted on quadrupedal entities. One of the organisms appears to be wielding a staff-like tool, which it uses to point in the direction of the team. ] Salamander: That's not good. Gecko: Run! [ Loud droning noise can be heard, similar to that of a winged insect. This continues for several seconds as the team runs toward the building. Footage cuts. ] Journal recovered by Junior Researcher Hadid from the information desk. I've seen them watching us day and night over the sand dunes. I don't know if they know that we're watching them too, or if they even care. Another one of them showed up today. That makes four riders in total now. Fucking hell. How long have we been in this god damn building? One of the "demons" (working on the official designation) snuck up on Alam when we weren't paying attention and destroyed the relay right as she stopped recording the signal. There was something different about this one though, something sinister. The ones we've seen up until now have had these black, soulless eyes. Tiny little beads that stared right through you like you just another piece of meat. But this one had green eyes. Eyes that were alive and aware of their surroundings. Eyes that belonged to something that could think. Eyes that belonged to a malicious creature different from the mindless drones we've been fighting this entire time. I think I'm going to sleep down here tonight. I can feel those riders staring at me through the windows upstairs. At least the first floor is barricaded, so we should be safe from exterior threats. Maybe if we ditch the Lexicon here we'll stop being hunted like a pack of god damn mice. Food for fucking thought, eh, Alam? I heard someone banging on the barricade a little while ago, sounded like Rebecca. Then I heard a wet thump and saw blood seeping through the cracks in the wood. I'm gonna investigate. Additional Recording Additional recording from Umar Hadid's body camera, taken during the night. <Begin Log> [ Footage begins with J.R. Hadid examining the object featured in the distress signal, henceforth referred to as the Lexicon. He is turning the Lexicon over in his hands and tracing the runes inscribed on it with his fingers. The object occasionally alternates colors when touched, and becomes illuminated brightly following a specific input by Hadid. He drops the Lexicon but manages to catch it before the object collides with the ground. ] J.R. Hadid: [ Softly ] Damn it. L5-Beta: Something troubling you? [ J.R. Hadid sharply inhales and attempts to obscure the Lexicon by covering it with his sleeping bag. He stands and walks to L5-Beta, who is sitting in a chair with their sniper rifle pointed out of a window. They are looking at J.R. Hadid as he approaches. ] J.R. Hadid: Slow night? L5-Beta: I'm the one asking questions here, man. J.R. Hadid: I can't figure out what that thing is, Alex. It's gotta be like a puzzle box or… something. And I want to be the one to solve it. L5-Beta: Eh, I wouldn't stress about it too much, Hadid. We're on a field op, leave that sciency shit to Allegre and the eggheads back home. You can figure it out then. J.R. Hadid: Yeah, but I won't be the one to make the discovery. L5-Beta: Does it really matter that much? J.R. Hadid: [ Loudly ] Yes! [ Movement is detected behind them. J.R. Hadid inhales and holds his breath as L5-Beta draws their sidearm. L5-Gamma has begun to stir in his sleeping bag, displacing a large quantity of dust as he rolls. L5-Beta and J.R. Hadid sigh. ] J.R. Hadid: [ Softly ] It really fucking matters, okay? L5-Beta: Screwing around with that Lexicon might just fuck us while we're out here, and there's no back-up, Umar. Did you think about that? [ Silence ] L5-Beta: Well? J.R. Hadid: I don't care. L5-Beta: [ Scoff ] You really are just another Foundation scientist, aren't you? J.R. Hadid: You don't understand. L5-Beta: What I understand is that I'm going to put you in the ground before I let you or Allegre endanger anyone on this fucking team, Hadid. J.R. Hadid: I'm not trying to put any of us in danger! L5-Beta: Then why are you fucking with an alien puzzle box? The Lexicon as found in Initial Exploration J.R. Hadid: Because… L5-Beta: Because? J.R. Hadid: Ever since I joined the Foundation and people realized I was the son of the legendary Adhia Alam they've been expecting something great from me. And all I've done is smoke pot and eat pizza. I'm supposed to be a scientist, Alex. I have to reinvent the wheel. I need to figure out what this Lexicon is before anyone else, or I'm disrespecting the memory of my mother. L5-Beta: Umar… [ Silence ] J.R. Hadid: Just make the shot count, alright? L5-Beta: Umar, I'm not going to shoot you. I get where you're coming from, alright? My parents were the same way. "Legendary" MTF agents, perfect accuracy on a target firing a handgun from a kilometer away. J.R. Hadid: Seriously? L5-Beta: I'm exaggerating but that's beside the point. I thought I'd never live up to that, but you know what I realized after I joined the Walkmen? J.R. Hadid: What? L5-Beta: That I don't need to fulfill anyone's expectations but my own. Not my parents, not my fellow agents, not Foundation staff, not even the O5's. I'm a non-binary badass motherfucking sniper, and that's the reputation I've chosen to live up to. J.R. Hadid: I… Thank you, Alex. L5-Beta: Did you find anything out so far? J.R. Hadid: Just hypotheses. I think that it might be keeping the creatures here on this side of the lighthouse. I mean, they're attracted to it after all but if they were able to break it themselves, they would have by now. L5-Beta: Oh shit. Maybe you should just, oh I don't know, ditch it in Allegre's stuff. J.R. Hadid: What? Why? L5-Beta: I really don't like her. J.R. Hadid: Really? L5-Beta: I'm kidding, Umar. [ They chuckle. L5-Gamma raises from his sleeping bag and walks toward the far corner. Unzipping can be heard seconds prior to the sound of urination. When finished, L5-Gamma walks over to the pair, withdrawing a small container of hand sanitizer from his pocket, applying it. ] L5-Gamma: Do you ever stop talking? L5-Beta: Shut up, Cordae. L5-Gamma: Question for you, Alex. L5-Beta: For the last time, I know the reason you don't trust stairs is because they're always up to something. [ J.R. Hadid laughs. ] L5-Gamma: Let's say that when we get out of here, me and you found ourselves at a fancy restaurant? What would you do? L5-Beta: You're not taking me to Arby's are you? L5-Gamma: Do you like Arby's? J.R. Hadid: I do. L5-Gamma: I'm not talking to you, am I? L5-Beta: Give the kid a break, Cordae. L5-Gamma: Will you answer my question, Alex? [ Silence ] L5-Beta: Are you asking me on a date, Cordae Brown? [ L5-Gamma looks at J.R. Hadid, then at L5-Beta. He becomes flush in the face and folds his arms. ] L5-Gamma: I'll take the second watch while you think about the answer to a question I never asked you. L5-Beta: Fine. Hadid? J.R. Hadid: Yes? L5-Beta: Let's leave the man to his post and talk more about this in the morning. [ L5-Gamma grunts. L5-Beta and J.R. Hadid return to their respective sleeping bags and J.R. Hadid continues to examine the Lexicon for several more seconds. He presses down on one face of the Lexicon, causing it to change hues from yellow to purple. The object levitates approximately three centimeters above the ground for several seconds before falling, its coloration absent. J.R. Hadid picks up the object, looks from left to right, and places it within Dr. Allegre's personal bag, covering it with objects already present therein. ] Continued Expedition Log <Begin Log> [ There is daylight shining through the window as the team awakens. Team descends from building in pairs, with L5-Alpha and L5-Gamma taking point, and L5-Beta and L5-Delta bringing up the rear. Once they reach the ground floor, sounds that suggest the consumption of solid food become audible. L5-Alpha stops them at the entrance, raises her weapon. Four quadrupedal entities are on top of the cephalopod entity's corpse, consuming it. The entities resemble an unknown equine species, however, instead of hooves, they appear to walk on five-digit hands with opposable thumbs similar to apes. The entities are covered in a thick layer of fur, the coloration of which differs between each organism. They soon take notice of the team and scurry up the cadaver, scaling the building, and disappearing over the roof. ] Dr. Allegre: Absolutely fascinating. J.R. Hadid: I… can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not, Doctor. Dr. Allegre: I'm never sarcastic, Umar. L5-Alpha: Focus people. We have what we need, let's find our way back. J.R. Hadid: Right, uh, sorry Gytha. [ L5-Alpha leads the team past the corpse. After traversing for 15 meters, the team begins to experience severe tremors. A dense fog covers the building behind them, obscuring it entirely. The source of the fog is unclear, as all clouds are now absent from the sky. The sand ripples, forming waves of two-meter-high dunes that move around the team. A thick Brazil-nut tree similar to those found in jungles sprouts beside L5-Delta, growing exponentially in seconds. The tree ascends seemingly indefinitely, as the top cannot be seen. ] Location post-trasfiguration L5-Delta: Holy- [ More trees of various species continue to emerge out of the ground. The sand folds in on itself and turns hues of black, brown, and green. Grass manifests over the remainder of the sand, completely replacing it. All sunlight has been blocked by the presence of a canopy. Various types of known and unknown flora materialize on the bark of the trees. When the transformation ceases, the team is within a jungle environment. The building they were previously occupying is no longer present. ] L5-Delta: Well, that's inconvenient. L5-Beta: Inconvenient? Most of our camping shit was still in there! [ L5-Beta sighs before kicking a nearby tree out of frustration. The force of the impact dislodges a fruit resembling a non-anomalous orange from its branch, and the fruit collides with the top of L5-Beta's helmet, smearing a juice-like substance down their visor. They groan and L5-Gamma walks over to them, proceeding to remove their helmet and wipe the fluid on his outfit before returning it to them. ] L5-Gamma: Scared? L5-Beta: [ They brush past him, maintaining a loose grip on their sniper rifle as they take point. ] 'Course not. [ The team continues north. The roots of the trees become animate and attempt to entangle their feet as they walk, however, due to the weakness of the branches, the team proceeds unhindered. Where visible, the sky is dark and illuminated by stars and constellations undocumented in current astronomical records. Despite continuing for several hours, the night sky does not alter in any significant way and the constellations appear to remain at a fixed point. In the understory, many small avian and arboreal entities resembling glaucomys sabrinus (flying squirrel) with antlers and fluorescent eyes glide overhead and startle L5-Beta. ] L5-Gamma: [ Laughs. ] [ The forest trees become noticeably thicker as the team progresses. Dark green vines are suspended between low-hanging branches. Arboreal entities with six arms and an incalculable amount of eyes are noticed by the team. The eyes are so densely packed that the original head and facial features of the organisms are completely obscured, yet they are able to emit audio noises resembling common chimpanzees. Entities appear to observe the team as they progress, some gesticulated to others and making noise at a frequency that suggests a pattern or communication. ] [ Flourescent flora becomes present as the space between trees decreases. The color of the flora changes with proximity to the team, with flowers closer to the team consisting of various shades of blue and flowers further away possessing a spectrum of red coloration. There is a gradient of color expanding from the team in a circular pattern. ] [ A pair of the arboreal entities spotted earlier is seen sitting in the trees beside one another. Judging by the size difference between the entities and patterns of sexual dimorphism patterns in mammals, one is male while the other is female. The larger of the two descend the tree via the vines and spends several seconds picking flowers out of the ground. The male entity notices the team and spends a short amount of time looking between them and the flowers in its hand. With its free hand, the entity gesticulates the team to move closer to it, observing the effects of their presence on the flowers. After the team approaches the entity, the entity backs away slowly and crushes the stems of the flowers in its hands. The flowers no longer change appearance after this. The male entity ascends the tree and appears to gift the female entity the flowers. The smaller entity accepts the gift and embraces the other organism. ] [ L5-Gamma picks a flower, examines it, and hands it to L5-Beta. ] L5-Beta: What do you expect me to do with this? L5-Gamma: Keep it. It's good for you. [ L5-Beta tucks the flower behind their ear. They appear to become flush in the face, although the exact cause of this phenomenon is unclear. ] L5-Delta: You truly are a man bred for war, Cordae. J.R. Hadid: That was… wholesome. Dr. Allegre: Perhaps I was wrong about you, Hadid. If you think that this display is responsible behavior of Foundation agents on a field operation then- L5-Alpha: With all due respect, Allison, leave the fuckin' kid alone. You're here to do research, not bitch about the goings-on of my team. Dr. Allegre: [ She scoffs ] [ The forest leads into a clearing approximately two kilometers in diameter, void of the flora seen previously. The arboreal entities can be seen on the perimeter of the clearing on high branches, looking down. They are either unable to or unwilling to cross the clearing. An avian organism is seen flying near the canopy before it is assaulted by a sphere of unknown material. The avian entity falls out of the sky, landing in front of L5-Beta. The original form of the entity is unknown, as it is obscured in its entirety by a species of lady-bug-like organisms. The lady-bug entities disperse after several seconds, revealing a mass of bones and blood where the avian organism previously was. There is more movement in the treeline on the side of the clearing opposite the team. Judging by the rigorous camera shaking, trees being felled, and the scattering of the arboreal entities in the other direction, the entity responsible for the tremors is large. ] L5-Alpha: We've got puppies and kittens people, look alive! [ L5-Beta raises their sniper rifle and scans the treeline for the source of the tremors. They stop scanning after several moments. L5-Alpha notices that they are trembling. ] L5-Alpha: Soldier? L5-Beta: Dear god… [ A massive, octopedal equine entity walks into the clearing from the treeline. The entity's legs are stripped of flesh, revealing an undulating mass of muscle, bone, and sinew that appears to move in conjunction with its steps. The feet of the entity are comprised of bones similar to those of a human being, ending in five digits including one opposable thumb. From the underbelly of the organism, necrotized intestines hang from exposed ribs that appear to be consumed by more lady-bug entities. The torso of the entity is largely decomposed, exposing large portions of the entity's internal anatomy including four hearts, two parallel spines, and a semi-transparent sac with lady-bug entities present therein. The entity's head is obstructed by atmospheric haze due to its immense height. ] [ Two arboreal entities, one holding a fluorescent flower, emerge from the forest near the quadrupedal entity swinging on vines. Upon noticing the larger creature, the male arboreal organism appears to command the female organism to a safe distance while it threatens the equine entity with its gestures. A sphere of ladybugs is propelled from the entity's head and covers the arboreal entities in their entirety. Seconds later, several loud squelching sounds are heard followed by snapping and cracking. Ladybugs retreat from the arboreal entities, revealing a patch of glowing flowers that now occupy the space they were once in. ] [ The entity faces the team. It projects a sphere of ladybugs at the team, missing L5-Alpha by a small margin. ] Cluster of ladybugs that missed L5-Alpha. L5-Alpha: Take the shot! [ L5-Beta appears to refocus and fires a shot into the equine entity's semi-transparent sac, causing it to erupt with an explosive force that knocks the team down. The entity bellows, temporarily causing the audio microphones to peak and causing the team severe pain. The entity projects three spheres of lady-bugs in the team's direction. The first two hit nearby trees, while the third hits L5-Gamma's arm and pins him to the ground. ] L5-Alpha: Cordae! J.R. Hadid: Doctor? Dr. Allegre: Watch, Hadid. This is a learning opportunity. [ Ladybugs multiply to the point where they completely encompass his arm. L5-Gamma appears to be in a severe amount of physical trauma. L5-Delta sprints to L5-Gamma and withdraws a lighter from his survival pack, holding it near the lady-bug entities. The lady-bugs emit a high-frequency noise that causes pain in the team before dispersing. Once clear, what remains of L5-Gamma's arm becomes clear. It has been consumed through the epidural layer and the majority of the muscle mass, exposing partially perforated bone. L5-Beta fires once more at the entity before sprinting to L5-Gamma. Dr. Allegre takes note of this from behind the cover of a nearby tree. ] L5-Beta: Oh my god, Nikhil… L5-Delta: Shut up and let me work! [ L5-Delta removes several medical tools from his exploration pack, including a tourniquet, a bottle of anomalously enhanced antiseptic, a roll of bandages, and a small, rectangular piece of wood. L5-Beta returns to firing upon the equine, joined by L5-Alpha, although the ballistic rounds do not appear to cause any significant damage. The equine projects another sphere of lady-bugs at L5-Alpha, who successfully rolls away prior to impact. Entity takes another step toward the team, causing significant tremors. ] [ L5-Delta places the wooden piece in between L5-Gamma's teeth. L5-Gamma bites down on the wood with enough force to splinter it as L5-Delta pours the antiseptic on his wound. J.R. Hadid is visibly disturbed by this, while Dr. Allegre continues to document the events in a notepad. L5-Gamma loses consciousness shortly thereafter, and L5-Delta attempts to drag him into cover by his shoulders. Due to L5-Gamma's size, however, little progress is made. ] L5-Delta: Help! [ J.R. Hadid moves toward them but is stopped by Dr. Allegre before he can reach them. ] Dr. Allegre: Our job is to research, Umar. Remember this. [ J.R. Hadid pushes past Dr. Allegre, knocking her off-balance. Dr. Allegre quickly recovers and continues documenting. J.R. Hadid applies pressure to L5-Gamma's wound while L5-Delta stitches it closed and wraps it in the bandages. He stares at Dr. Allegre momentarily before withdrawing a sidearm and firing at the equine entity. L5-Alpha and L5-Beta lay suppressing fire as they retreat to the rest of the group. ] L5-Beta: How we doin', Cordae? L5-Delta: He's out! L5-Beta: Fuck! L5-Alpha: Switch to incendiary. Light this fucker up. [ L5-Alpha and L5-Beta hostler their weapons and draw their flamethrowers while L5-Delta continues to lend supporting fire from his pistol. The equine entity emits a low, bellowing noise before projecting another ball of ladybugs at the team, but the attack is dispelled by the fire. L5-Alpha and L5-Beta advance. Entity turns abruptly and uses its legs to cut through a swathe of trees, toppling them in front of the team. Entity retreats, its skin aflame. L5-Alpha and -Beta rejoin the group. ] Dr. Allegre: I think we all learned something, wouldn't you say, Hadid? [ Silence ] L5-Alpha: You got a fucking problem, doc? Dr. Allegre: I'm just here to do research, soldier. I'm not going to get involved of the goings-on of you and your team. [ J.R. Hadid rises. He looks at Dr. Allegre but does not move. ] Dr. Allegre: Umar. [ Silence ] [ L5-Alpha shakes her head. L5-Beta and L5-Delta assist L5-Gamma to his feet. J.R. Hadid walks beside him, supporting L5-Gamma as he walks. L5-Beta walks up to Dr. Allegre. ] L5-Beta: [ They spit. ] Next time, when it's you, I'll sit back and watch too. Dr. Allegre: [ She scoffs ] So it's like that then. L5-Beta: You're god damn right. [ There are faint sounds of shrieking heard. The source of the sound is unclear. Through the cut-down trees, four figures can be seen mounted on organisms. The figure to the furthest right appears to be on fire, however, it shows no sign of pain or acknowledgment of the flames. The flaming entity's mount trots in place before charging at the team. L5-Beta and L5-Alpha point their incendiary weapons at it, however before it can reach the team, the entity implodes into the flames and disappears. ] [ The sound of shrieking increases in volume. ] L5-Beta: Fuck. [ Camera footage terminates. ] <End Log> Second Recovered Document from 1997 Expedition Footage recovered from a partially decomposed corpse fused within the trunk of a tree. <Begin Log> Still captured from recovered footage [ Footage begins, showing a plain of crop visually similar to wheat and barley. A dilapidated barn is present. The roof of the structure is caved in and several corpses of emaciated equine entities are scattered on the walls and outside of barn doors. From inside the building, a flickering light can be seen and shadows are visible moving therein. There are sounds of gunfire, followed shortly by loud shrieking that peaks the audio scales. A body is thrown through the exterior wall of the barn from the interior. It spasms for several seconds, spraying blood and viscera on the crop nearby. ] Gecko: Fucking hell, what is he doing in there? S.R. Alam: Does it really matter? Gecko: I suppose not. [ Seconds later the gunfire ceases. Newt emerges, covered in blood and viscera save for his eyes. He is grinning. ] Newt: Soup's on. [ S.R. Alam and Gecko enter the barn following Newt. Inside the blood of the organisms covers the wall, with several organs and intestines hanging from various support beams throughout the structure. In the center of the room there is a rudimentary campfire, its flame still alight. Newt uses a combat knife to remove the head of one of the nearby entities and throws the head onto the fire, fueling it. The flame grows significantly in size, radiance, and heat. Newt continues to smile as he throws the remainder of the decapitated corpse into the flame. ] [ Gecko pulls down a bisected corpse from a support beam and grabs onto the protruding spinal column with both hands. He motions for S.R. Alam to assist him. She grabs the arms of the corpse and together they are successful in removing the spine in its entirety. S.R. Alam drops the body and stands with her back against the wall, looking out through the opening created by Newt. She withdraws a sidearm from her person and holds it near her face. ] S.R. Alam: Hurry up. [ Gecko looks at S.R. Alam briefly before beginning to debone two corpses. Once finished, the corpse of the humanoid is then flayed and separated into thin strips. Gecko sharpens two of the forearm bones until they reach a point, and then skewers one of the strips. He then hands the skewer to Newt. ] S.R. Alam: Is it ready? Gecko: Soon. [ The two roast the flesh of the organism for several minutes until it is light grey in coloration. They then consume the flesh. Gecko retches. S.R. Alam joins the pair at the fire and prepares her own skewer. ] S.R. Alam: Do you think they got it? Gecko: Yes. S.R. Alam: Thank God. Gecko: How long have we been here? S.R. Alam: Too long. [ Newt retches and vomits a mixture of partially digested flesh and blood. He wipes his mouth, then looks at Gecko and S.R. Alam. From outside the barn, the sound of whining horses can be heard. A ladybug-like entity flies in through the window and lands on Newt's forearm. He crushes it immediately. ] Newt: That's not good, is it? S.R. Alam: I don't understand. We left the Lexicon at that building, they should've stopped chasing us by now. Gecko: Fuck. The Foundation must have sent in a second-team after all. They probably found it. S.R. Alam: We need to find that lighthouse. <End Log> Third Exploration Log Audio/visual surviellance stitched together from the body cam footage of the surviving members of the expedition team. <Begin Log> [ Footage starts. Much of the visual is corrupted and is often interrupted by static. The environment appears to be comprised primarily of a metallic substance, and black towers with sharp protrusions are persisted into the horizon. The height of many of these towers extends beyond the camera's view. From the sky, black cable-like extensions hang. At the end of the cables are human eyes, which appear to track the team. The eyes do not have eyelids and appear bloodshot. Additionally, hexagonal structures are protruding from the ground at random intervals, with an unknown pattern of symbols on them that suggest a form of writing. Four of these structures appear larger than the rest and show murals of riders on horseback wielding medieval weapons. Three of the four murals appear to be intact, however, the fourth mural is in a state of disarray, as the edges of it are crumbling and much of the text present on it is eroded. ] [ Dried viscera and evidence of scratches are present.The pattern of the narrow furrows imply that the scratches were produced by nails or claws. on the ground and towers. In an area where the density of towers is fewer, there is an encampment. There are three large tents present, although each of the tents is showing signs of extreme degradation from weathering. A silhouetted humanoid figure can be seen moving throughout the tents. Judging by the gesticulations, the figure is gathering items from within the tent and placing them into a large container. ] [ L5-Alpha holds a finger to her lips and uses hand signals to command L5-Delta to approach on the flank of the tent. L5-Alpha approaches the tent from the front with her rifle raised. L5-Beta kneels on one knee and points their sniper rifle at the tent, covering the other MTF Agents. J.R. Hadid and Dr. Allegre, who are assisting L5-Gamma in walking, take cover behind a nearby metallic structure. ] [ L5-Alpha and L5-Delta converge on the figure in the tent, who raises their arms and drops the items they were carrying. The figure is escorted out of the tent by L5-Alpha. They are adorned in Foundation-grade laboratory protective garments, inscribed with the Foundation insignia on the breast pocket. The garments appear torn in several places, and there are holes present near the sleeves indicative of incendiary damage. The figure, a female, appears emaciated to the point at which their cheekbones become present, however, they appear to have a layer of muscle beneath the skin that suggests they are well fed. One of the eyes is missing, obscured by seared flesh and indentations indicative of bite marks. The figure is forced out of the tent at gunpoint by L5-Alpha, with L5-Delta following. ] [ The figure abruptly stops, turning to face the MTF agents, who raise their weapons in response. ] Unknown: Delta X-Ray Charlie Bravo Echo. L5-Delta: Excuse me? Unknown: [ Slowly ] Delta X-Ray Charlie Bravo Echo. L5-Alpha: That's the… Adhia Alam? [ The figure nods, withdrawing an identification card from the lab coat's inner pocket. L5-Alpha conducts an impromptu Level 5 interrogation screening, asking the figure questions that have been expunged from the record per O5 order. The figure's identity is confirmed to be Senior Researcher Alam. ] S.R. Alam: I'm leaving, with or without you. L5-Beta: Just one more question: What happened to the rest of your team? In the last document of yours that we found, there were still Luna-5 members around. S.R. Alam: The horsemen. L5-Beta: The horsemen? S.R. Alam: You've seen them. I know you have, I can see it in your eyes. They looked the same way just before… We need to leave. Now. Fuck the Lexicon, let it stay here. That's all the horsemen care about. [ L5-Beta approaches with J.R. Hadid and Dr. Allegre. S.R. Alam looks at J.R. Hadid with visible confusion. She approaches him, although she is blocked by L5-Beta. ] S.R. Alam: Umar? [ S.R. Alam reaches out to touch J.R. Hadid, who recoils from the action. She paces around in a circle for several seconds before dropping to her knees. She stares at her hands and then at the MTF agents. Dr. Allegre notes that she is crying. ] S.R. Alam: No… What… what year is it? L5-Alpha: Ma'am, it's 2021. S.R. Alam: It can't be later than… my god. Umar I'm so… [ L5-Gamma yells in pain. His wound begins bleeding through the bandages. He drops to the ground, holding his arm. L5-Delta holds L5-Gamma's arm and removes the bandages. The wound has become gangrenous with pus boils manifesting along the exterior of L5-Gamma's skin. ] L5-Delta: I need time to mend Cordae's fever and disinfect his arm again. L5-Alpha: How much time? L5-Delta: As much as you can give me. [ L5-Alpha nods. She looks at Dr. Allegre for several seconds. ] Dr. Allegre: Got a problem, Chin? L5-Alpha: Not for much longer, I hope. You two, stay here and keep an eye out. I'm gonna see if there's a way up there. Alam, with me. [ L5-Alpha and S.R. Alam depart in a northern direction, toward the lighthouse. Dr. Allegre enters the tent with L5-Delta. ] L5-Delta: What do you want, doctor? Dr. Allegre: Just… trying to lend a hand. L5-Delta: [ He sighs ] I need pressure here. [ Outside, J. R. Hadid points north. Approximately 3km away from the encampment is a cliff face with the lighthouse at the top of it. The lighthouse is emitting green light. ] J.R. Hadid: That's the lighthouse from the distress signal, right? L5-Beta: Y-yeah. We're almost there. J.R. Hadid: What's wrong? L5-Beta: Nothing just… it's Cordae. J.R. Hadid: He'll be alright. He's big enough to eat me. L5-Beta: [ They laugh ] And me. J.R. Hadid: Think Gytha will find a way up there before the land changes again? L5-Beta: Course she will. C'mon, let's take a look around here. That lost data might be in this campsite somewhere. [ L5-Beta explores the encampment, accompanied by Hadid. There are several decomposed bodies in various positions throughout the area that are dressed in Foundation attire consistent with the 1997 standard.DNA analysis confirmed that the bodies belonged to the original team that lost contact with the Foundation in 1997. They had been decomposed for approximately 23 years.. Hadid uses a knife and several hazardous waste baggies to collect samples from the bodies. ] L5-Beta: Gross. J.R. Hadid: I know but… it's necessary, ya know? For science or whatever. Allegre would kill me if I didn't take the chance to- L5-Beta: Doesn't make it any less gross, man. J.R. Hadid: Wha- I- never mind. [ L5-Beta and Hadid enter a large tent. Inside they collect various holographic schematics display modules which are located near the deceased. There is a long rectangular table with thirteen seats in the center of the tent. All seats are occupied by a corpse. J.R. Hadid approaches the corpse at the head of the table and kneels, examining its feet and collecting samples from the ground. ] [ There is a faint shrieking sound emanating from outside. L5-Beta assists Hadid in standing. They flee the tent and return to the encampment. L5-Delta and Dr. Allegre are assisting L5-Gamma in walking. ] [ Seconds later, L5-Alpha and S.R. Alam return. L5-Alpha is firing bursts of flame behind her as they are pursued by an unknown amount of entities approximately 1km behind her. Entities are humanoid, bipedal, and severely emaciated. Wing-like protrusions are present where the arms should be. The entities are shrieking as they pursue the pair. In the distance behind them, three humanoid figures on mounts are present. One appears to be wielding a staff-like instrument, which it uses to point in the direction of the encampment. ] L5-Alpha: Up! Get the fuck up! [ L5-Alpha and L5-Beta fire at the entities. Entities are deterred by the flame and remain just out of its reach, however, they continue to advance. ] L5-Alpha: I found a way out! [ Team proceeds to run behind L5-Alpha while L5-Beta continues to deter the entities with their flame. Visibility is greatly reduced. Individual voices cannot be heard as the shrieking is louder than the team. There is a tremor.Judging by the sudden vertical vibration from all body cams. that causes the entities to disperse. ] [ When it is clear, the team has arrived approximately 1km from the lighthouse. A large, gaunt quadrupedal entity manifests approximately 3km behind the team. Entity's head is obscured by the presence of ladybugs. Entity is the apparent source of the tremors. ] J.R. Hadid: It's- L5-Alpha: Save your breath, Hadid! L5-Delta: Captain! Cordae he's- [ L5-Gamma collapses. The wound on his arm has reopened. From the wound, ladybugs emerge and begin to consume his skin. L5-Delta, L5-Alpha, and Dr. Allegre attempt to remove the ladybugs from L5-Gamma but are unsuccessful due to the sheer quantity of them that has amassed. S.R. Alam grabs a machete from L5-Alpha's person and attempts to cleave L5-Gamma's arm. L5-Alpha raises her incendiary weapon. ] L5-Alpha: Get down! [ S.R. Alam successfully severs L5-Gamma's arm and forces him to the ground. The emaciated bipedal entities converge on the group. L5-Beta, -Delta, and Dr. Allegre lay flat on the ground beside L5-Gamma. L5-Alpha fires a burst of flame at the entities, deterring them and causing a presumed panicked response. Entities shriek. ] [ The ladybugs disintegrate from the heat of the flame. The remainder of L5-Gamma's arm has been reduced to the bone with small amounts of scorched flesh still present. He groans. L5-Beta rises first and assists L5-Gamma to his feet. L5-Delta, S.R. Alam, and Dr. Allegre rise shortly thereafter and sprint westward. They are fifteen meters from the lighthouse entrance. ] L5-Alpha: Inside! [ L5-Gamma and J.R .Hadid enter the lighthouse. Bipedal entities can be seen 200 meters away from the lighthouse. Entities are shrieking and sprinting. L5-Delta enters the lighthouse, followed by S.R. Alam. Dr. Allegre attempts to enter but is unsuccessful due to the presence of an unknown force. L5-Alpha inadvertently backs into Dr. Allegre. ] L5-Alpha: What the hell are you waiting for? [ Dr. Allegre attempts to enter the lighthouse again, but this time is knocked down by the force. The contents of her personal bag are emptied onto the floor. Among them is the Lexicon. The object is now completely void of coloration and fragmented in several places. It appears to shatter in her hands. She inhales sharply. ] Dr. Allegre: I… L5-Alpha: Fucking drop it! [ The entities converge on Dr. Allegre. L5-Alpha attempts to combat them with her incendiary weapon but is ignored. Dr. Allegre screams. The entities drag her back toward the giant equine entity along with the Lexicon. L5-Beta emerges from the lighthouse, laying a suppressing fire on the entities. They release their grip on Dr. Allegre. L5-Beta extends a hand to her and pulls Dr. Allegre back. L5-Alpha steps in front of L5-Beta and continues to ignite entities as they approach. Dr. Allegre regains her composure and L5-Beta assists her in standing. They enter the lighthouse together. ] [ From the mass of entities, the three humanoid organisms on mounts emerge. The one in the center dismounts. The organism has the appearance of a medieval knight, although its armor is severely oxidized. The head of the organism is decomposed. Maggots and ladybugs can be seen crawling in and out of its eye sockets and various openings in its flesh. The humanoid organism stares at L5-Alpha as it picks up the Lexicon. ] Unknown: You've freed us. Thank you. [ L5-Alpha backs into the lighthouse, closing the door behind her. Footage ends. ] <End log> Interview Umar Hadid The following interview was conducted following the conclusion of the team's allotted resting period post-expedition. Interviewer: Site Director Alaina Chin Interviewed: Junior Researcher Umar Hadid <Begin Log> Dir. Chin: 'Evening Umar. I hope you've been well? J.R. Hadid: A little sore but, I'm okay. H-how's everyone else? Alex? Cordae? Dir. Chin: We've got to amnesticize four witnesses to anomalous events at the local Arby's. Apparently Cordae Brown can't keep himself out of trouble. [ J.R. Hadid laughs. ] Dir. Chin: Something funny, Mr. Hadid? J.R. Hadid: Uh… I… No, ma'am. Dir. Chin: Good. Now, I've reviewed the footage from your most recent excursion into SCP-6412 and there's a lot of good stuff there. The guys over in R & D are losing their minds trying to classify all the organisms you managed to snag footage of. Good work. Great work, even. But there's one thing that's bothering me, Mr. Hadid. Can you guess what that is? J.R. Hadid: Look, I know I've been slacking lately but I promise I'll pick up the pace- Dir. Chin: No, it's not that. The Lexicon. That thing you broke and planted on your fellow researcher? Remember that? J.R. Hadid: Oh… Dir. Chin: Real fucking sneaky, Mr. Hadid. And it almost cost Allegre her life. But then I realized something else and had some research heads look into this thing for me. Run the sigils back against some ancient, forbidden texts way above your clearance. And it turns out that you were right. J.R. Hadid: I was… right? Dir. Chin: The Lexicon was some kind of anchor keeping those creatures, the horsemen, the tentacle monster, on that side of the lighthouse. And your fiddling removed that anchor from the equation. I don't know why the horsemen haven't come over to this side yet, and frankly, I don't care. It's going to happen sooner or later, and you're going to be the one to stop them when that happens. J.R. Hadid: But I can't- Dir. Chin: Look, you wanted to do something great at the Foundation right? Congratulations, Umar. Here's your chance. <End Log>
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"Welcome to fucking Deadwood. Can be combative." by Doctor Cimmerian The town of Deadwood, South Dakota. Confirmed as the location of the oddity described herein. Designation of Oddity The oddity found in Deadwood's No. 10 Saloon is to be designated UIU-6413 until such a time as it is removed from its current location. On Limiting Risks UIU-6413 is mostly at risk of public perception. Given the operation of the Confederate Inspectors out of the nearby Bella Union Hotel, it is of utmost importance that the existence of UIU-6413 be kept from public cognizance. The owner of the No. 10 Saloon (A Mr. Billy Nuttall) is neither friendly nor unfriendly to our presence, but is happy to have gamblers and drinkers in the establishment. Given this, we have placed Special Agents One and Two in Deadwood to deny access to UIU-6413 on a daily basis. As Mr. Nuttall is aware of the dangerous nature of UIU-6413, it is not expected that access to it during closing hours is likely. Of course, beyond the obfuscation of the oddity by our agents, it presents a natural danger to anyone who places a part of their body inside the opening. This is the primary behavior that should be prevented. The Oddity UIU-6413 is a interstitial opening approximately one and a half feet across in the western standing wall of the No. 10 Saloon of Deadwood, in the Dakota Territory. When living matter of any kind is placed inside the oddity, the matter will be drawn strongly inwards. Material that passes the boundary of the oddity does not exit on the other side of the wall. The wall itself appears whole from the outside of the saloon, despite the opening being quite large and deeper than the wall's thickness. Objects that are too large to easily pass through the opening are not a barrier to the inward pull of the oddity. The discovery of the oddity took place when the then co-owner of the saloon, John Manning, discovered the opening and placed his hand inside. Mr. Nuttall reported that Mr. Manning was first firmly lodged up to his shoulder in the oddity for about 2 hours, during which time he complained of thirst and hunger. Mr. Nuttall detailed the further events to our agents. At first I thought I heard a great cracking, and I stand by that assumption. But there was, with it, a sort of sliding sound as Johnny started to flex like a balloon. He puffed up a bit, then deflated just as quickly. It was as if all the humors were drained directly from his body. He cried out, and I was tempted to take his free hand and give a mighty pull, but there was scant time to speak, much less act. Johnny's body went limp as the rest of him, sins and all, went through the hole like medicine into the greedy mouth of the infirm. There was nothing left but some blood, claw marks on the wall, and a memory. I quick-first boarded the wall and went to report the incident to the Sheriff. The Sheriff of Deadwood is friendly with our cause, and contacted us quickly. The few suspicions of murder were quickly quelled, and the story of Mr. Manning's new life in San Francisco was disseminated. Additional Complication #1 A new complication has arisen in the form of Tom Miller. Mr. Miller, The owner of the Bella Union, has made several practical offers on Mr. Nuttall's establishment (through his agent Jack McCall). Mr. Nuttall does not appear to be eager to sell, as he has already turned down several generous offers from our own agents. Mr. Miller, however, is a known member of the renegade group known as the Confederate Inspectors. Our agents have made it clear that any offer by Mr. Miller will be matched and exceeded by ourselves. There is a small risk that Mr. Nuttall uses this bidding process to drive up the price of his establishment to unreasonable heights. We believe there is a fair chance that Mr. Miller or his associates will simply kill Mr. Nuttall and seize the property in this case. Protection for Mr. Nuttall is to be utilized to prevent this possibility. Additional Complication #2 Mr. McCall has become a frequent patron of the No. 10 Saloon since his offers of purchase were rebuffed. Agent One has ensured that he is seated next to the oddity during most of the Saloon's open hours with Agent Two acting as relief. This has prevented direct access to the oddity, but it appears that Mr. McCall, and likely the Confederate Inspectors as a whole, are aware of the oddity. Mr. Nuttall may have been using knowledge of the oddity to solicit a higher offer as previously suspected. Additional agents have been requested and are on the way, though it will be a week before they arrive. While it is not known how the oddity could be weaponized or utilized to harm the Union directly, it is quite a bit more dangerous than most oddities, and must be kept out of Confederate hands at all costs. Telegrams Received on August 2, 1876 NEW COMPLICATION. CONFEDERATE AGENT JACK MCCALL HAS KILLED AGENT ONE. WILD BILL HICKOK WAS SHOT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD. REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK MARTHA JANE CANNARY HAS CAPTURED MCCALL. AGENT HAS REFUSED TO TURN HIM OVER FOR ARREST. REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK MCCALL HAS BEEN TAKEN TO THE NO. 10 SALOON. MCCALL'S HAND HAS BEEN PLACED IN THE ODDITY BY CANNARY. URGENTLY REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK NEW COMPLICATION. MCCALL HAS BEEN KILLED BY THE ODDITY. CROWD HORRIFIED. MS. CANNARY HAS BEEN ARRESTED. REQUEST INSTRUCTION ON HOW TO PROCEED. EXTREMELY URGENT. SHERIFF SETH BULLOCK A reply is currently being drafted. Sheriff Bullock is not a UIU agent and has not been fully informed of our anonymous nature. His naming our Agents in a telegram does constitute its own complication. The death of Agent One and arrest of Agent Two is a significant complication as well, though neither are intractable. An additional supervisory agent has been dispatched with haste to Deadwood's No. 10 Saloon to oversee the oddity's protection. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "UIU-6413" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6413. Licensed under CC-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: UIU-6413.jpg Name: Deadwood in 1876. Author: S. J. Morrow License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Another Lonely Night With Me None
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close Info X SCP-6414: Just Like Mother Used to Make 97.37% (+37) 2.63% (-1) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6414 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site: CONTAINMENT SITE-293 Site Director: HENRY N. TYSON Research Head: JAZLYNE G. CHMIELEWSKA Assigned Task Force: N/A Portion of SCP-6414-1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6414 is to be contained in a Level 3-Modified Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-293. In the interest of maintaining a positive psychological profile, a minimal number of Foundation staff are to be present during routine interactions. Personnel who have not been designated for this role are not to enter the containment chamber of SCP-6414, except in emergency situations. SCP-6414 is permitted access to kitchenware and foodstuffs in its containment chamber, at the discretion of Research Head Dr. Chmielewska and/or the Containment Technicians on duty. All recovered portions of SCP-6414-1 are to be preserved and placed in refrigerated storage; portions of SCP-6414-1 which are deemed no longer viable (left refrigerated for more than 2-3 days) shall be disposed of appropriately. SCP-6414 Description: SCP-6414 is a female mustelid closely related to both the European polecat (Mustela putorius) and domesticated ferret (Mustela putorius furo). SCP-6414 has demonstrated sapience and the ability to speak, which it does with a pronounced Scouse1 English accent. SCP-6414 identifies itself with the name "Charlie" and has cooperated amicably with Foundation staff during the course of its containment. Of particular note is SCP-6414's ability and penchant for cooking and serving food. Any food items which have been prepared by SCP-6414 are given the designation SCP-6414-1. Most commonly, instances of SCP-6414-1 have been broth-based recipes (such as soups or stews). SCP-6414 claims familiarity with baking techniques as well; permissions to resources to pursue such research are pending. There is (presently unsubstantiated) speculation that SCP-6414-1 has therapeutic properties, particularly against ailments of the digestive system. Despite anecdotal evidence, deliberate testing to this end has provided variable results without enough consistency to form a conclusion. (See Incident Log 6414-A) Interview Log 6414-1A Close Interview Subject: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Junior Researcher, Doctor Richard Clarkson Foreword: The first of SCP-6414's daily interview sessions with Site-293 personnel. <Begin Log> Dr. Clarkson: This is Junior Researcher Doctor Richard Clarkson speaking, conducting an initial research interview with SCP-6414. I ask that you answer the following questions to the best of your ability. SCP-6414: I do not intend on jarggin'2 your research, Mr. Clarkson. Dr. Clarkson: Ok. What can you tell me about your origins or your earliest memories? SCP-6414: I believe I was born just like any other ferret was, abar nine years ago in Northern Africa. Then I was taken from me home not long after and brought to a quaint, well in town called "Liverpool". Was a cheery little place 'til your men in black suits went and took me afar from me home. Oh dear, mother must be worried sick. Dr. Clarkson: How long do you recall having these anomalous properties? SCP-6414: If youse referrin' to me talkin', I ha' been speakin' for as long as I can remember. I believe I was born with it. English ain't my first language. I began speakin' in Arabic before I learned English. And then I caught the Scouse accent from growin' up in Liverpool. But if youse referrin' to the cookin', well, theres so much you can be learnin' from those around ya that raised ya. You wouldn't happen to be keepin' me mother away from me, are ya? Dr. Clarkson: I can not disclose that information. SCP-6414: Well I do be hopin' youse let me see her soon. She was deathly ill when your snide men took me away in that foul cat cage. Dr. Clarkson: The well-being of the civilian who sheltered you is no concern to the Foundation. SCP-6414 arches its spine in a defensive position before relaxing. 2 minutes pass before SCP-6414 speaks again. SCP-6414: Ol' Evie used to watch cookin' programs on the telly all the time… I picked up on the lessons after a while. Oh, she was proper skint, but sound nonetheless. She'd only ever spend her pounds on a bevvie or two, but started buyin' some scran when I showed off an interest in cookin'. She cared for me like no other did! She was like me ma' to me… There is a moment of silence. SCP-6414: You still don't care, do ya? That daft, blank expression on your face tells me everythin'. Dr. Clarkson: There will be no further questions at this time. Dr. Clarkson stands and moves to the door, SCP-6414 becomes agitated. SCP-6414: Oi! Where do ya think you're goin? Where's Eve? I must see her! Don't keep me away from her! She's not well without me! Dr. Clarkson does not respond. SCP-6414: Have you done somethin' to her? She's ill! She needs me! SCP-6414 jumps from the table to the ground and runs towards the containment cell's door. SCP-6414 begins franticly scratching at the door. SCP-6414: Let me out! I need to see her! She'll die without me! Evelyn! Two Foundation security personnel enter the cell. SCP-6414 runs to the other side of the cell and backs into the corner, arching its back in a defensive position. SCP-6414: Why won't ya let me see her! Let me see her! She'll die! Please! SCP-6414 begins to cry, swiping at the Foundation personnel. After several minutes SCP-6414 stops attacking and relaxes. SCP-6414: Please… let me see her… Dr. Clarkson: We will release you if you answer our questions with full cooperation. SCP-6414: Will you let me see her, then? There is a moment of silence. Dr. Clarkson: We will see. For now, this interview is over. SCP-6414: Do ya promise to let me see her? Dr. Clarkson: I said, "We will see." <End Log> Notes: I hope you know we don't ever intend on releasing anomalous entities, but please don't give it any sort of false hope. Who knows what it will do if you agitate it into using some potentially dangerous anomalous properties we haven't seen yet. You know damn well why she can't see her again. - Dr. Chmielewska Interview Log 6414-1E Close Interviewed Subject: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Junior Researcher, Doctor Richard Clarkson Foreword: Daily interview log between researcher and SCP-6414. Dr. Chmielewska closely monitors Dr. Clarkson throughout the interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Clarkson: Hello again. SCP-6414 does not respond. Dr. Clarkson: SCP-6414? SCP-6414: Why are we still doin' this same damn thing. I've already answered yer damn questions. For Christ's sake let me see her! Dr. Clarkson begins to speak before coughing into his arm for a few moments. Dr. Clarkson: We cannot disclose specific details about civilians to anomalies. Dr. Clarkson continues to cough into his arm. Dr. Chmielewska: What he means is that we don't believe the information is important enough to tell you. SCP-6414: Not important enough? The bloody hell does that mean? I know she isn't well! Any information ya have on her ya damn well know ain't good and I deserve to know! Dr. Clarkson: We tested the samples of SCP-6414-1 you provided to us, the results came back. SCP-6414: Why are youse so fascinated with that garb? Just somethin' quick I made to get youse off my back about it. Dr. Clarkson: It cured Dr. Paul's stomach cancer. SCP-6414: Eh? Dr. Chmielewska: For a short while. The tumor reappeared after about 3 hours. Whatever anomalous healing properties your food has, it isn't permanent. We don't know why. SCP-6414: That… explains somethin'… Dr. Clarkson: You better- Dr. Clarkson begins coughing into his shoulder again. Dr. Chmielewska: If its something important relating to your food, then you should tell us. SCP-6414: Well, Eve is ill, you ought to know that already. I would make her this veggie scran that seemed to make her feel better for a while. Abar a few days later, she'd continue her coughin' fit until I served her some more. SCP-6414 scurries across the desk to face Dr. Clarkson. SCP-6414: Somethin' like what he's been doin' this whole time. Dr. Clarkson: I'm perfectly fine- Dr. Clarkson begins coughing again. SCP-6414: Sure ya are, maybe you should try my scrap, maybe you'd feel a bit better. Dr. Clarkson starts coughing violently. Dr. Chmielewska: Um, Dr. Clarkson? Dr. Clarkson starts coughing up blood before collapsing out of his chair. SCP-6414: oh my word- Dr. Chmielewska: Get a medic in here! <End Log> Notes: Dr. Clarkson was transported to Site-293's medical ward and treated with several medicines that failed to work. Dr. Clarkson insists on using his own medical knowledge to identify the cause of his illness. Dr. Clarkson denies any further medical treatment from Foundation personnel. Interview Log 6414-1F Close Interviewed: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Research Head, Dr. Chmielewska Foreword: Daily interview log between researcher and SCP-6414. <Begin Log> SCP-6414 is currently stirring a pot with a wooden spoon in its mouth. Dr. Chmielewska: SCP-6414? SCP-6414 attempts to speak through the spoon before setting it down. SCP-6414: Aye? Who are you- Ah, the bird with the daft scarf. Dr. Chmielewska: Daft? Your fur coat ain't too fab either. SCP-6414: Ya makin' fun of me accent there? I'll fuckin' clobber ya if ya are. Dr. Chmielewska: I was ████ █████ too ya know. SCP-6414: Aye… well, if its 'bout Clarkson, I swear I don't know what it is. Dr. Chmielewska: He's in critical condition, but this isn't about him. SCP-6414 climbs onto the table. SCP-6414: Alright, what is it then? Dr. Chmielewska: It's about your owner. SCP-6414: Eve? Can I see her? Where is she? Dr. Chmielewska doesn't respond. SCP-6414: Eh? What's with the face? Dr. Chmielewska: …We held Evelyn for questioning regarding how she discovered you. She was noticeably unhealthy. SCP-6414: …No- Dr. Chmielewska: She died of an unknown disease one week into your containment. There is silence. SCP-6414: …How long. Dr. Chmielewska: Pardon? SCP-6414: …How long ago did she pass. Dr. Chmielewska: …A week before we began these interviews. SCP-6414: He knew then? Dr. Chmielewska: Who? SCP-6414: He lied! How could he? He knew how much she meant to me! I told him everythin'! SCP-6414 begins clawing the desk and lashing out at Dr. Chmielewska. SCP-6414: He hid it from me! She was dead this whole damn time and he said I could still see her! Dr. Chmielewska: We did what we could-! SCP-6414: She didn't have me! She had no one but me! You took me away from her and now she's dead! You killed her! SCP-6414 jumps at Dr. Chmielewska and aggressively lashes at her face. Two Foundation security personnel enter the chamber and separate SCP-6414 from Dr. Chmielewska. SCP-6414: You killed her! She's dead because of you! Because of him! Dr. Chmielewska: Clarkson didn't know! None of us did-! SCP-6414: You bloody bastards! Damn you all to hell! Evelyn! <End Log> Note: SCP-6414 was sedated after interview termination. SCP-6414 has since been uncooperative with Foundation staff and has refused to provide portions of SCP-6414-1. Incident log 6414-A Close Interviewed: Junior Researcher, Dr. Richard Clarkson Interviewer: Research Head, Dr. Chmielewska Foreword: Recorded incident report between Dr. Clarkson and Dr. Chmielewska within site-293's medical ward. Dr. Chmielewska has been granted permission to interact with Dr. Clarkson on the basis that the disease that is currently infecting him is not contagious. <Begin Log> Dr. Chmielewska: How do you feel? Dr. Clarkson: Like something's eating me from the inside out- Like stomach acid is coming up my throat and spilling into my lungs. So much for that rodent's garbage stew. Dr. Chmielewska: At least she's trying to help- Dr. Clarkson: I don't need anyone's help! I can take care of myself! I can find out what this is and cure it myself! Dr. Chmielewska: We've tried everything on you already and nothing has worked. Her "garbage stew" is the only thing that seems to be making any difference. You refusing to cooperate with her is gonna get yourself killed. Dr. Clarkson: I don't need her slop! If you really think this shit can help me then why hasn't it? Dr. Chmielewska: Because you are being an arse and hiding her mother's death from her! Dr. Clarkson: What does that have to do wi- wait, you told her? Now she'll never cooperate with us! I got those test results for SCP-6414-1 because I kept that from her! Dr. Chmielewska: She thinks you killed her! Dr. Clarkson: Now how is this my fault? I am doing what needs to be done! I oversaw her retrieval myself! Dr. Chmielewska: You're lucky I didn't tell her that. If I did then there would be more than just these cuts on my face. Dr. Clarkson: She did that? Dr. Chmielewska: What else could have, dumbass? Dr. Clarkson: I didn't think- Dr. Chmielewska: Didn't think what? That keeping all of this from her wouldn't cause some sort of mental distress? It's all your fault because you chose to borderline kidnap her in the first place! Now Dr. Tyson is gonna be all up my ass because I have to take responsibility for your mistake! Dr. Clarkson: We must be strict- Dr. Chmielewska: Cold, not cruel. That's how we do things. I have to remind you of Foundation procedure when this whole shitstorm is already breaking every rule in the book. Dr. Clarkson does not respond. Dr. Chmielewska: You put yourself in a bad position. Someone who didn't need to die died. Research has been hindered and when Tyson starts looking for answers I'll refer him to you. Dr. Clarkson: …She died because of me? Dr. Chmielewska: Yes, I think whatever sickness she had could only be cured or at least repressed by 6414-1. You separated them, all that stuff she kept going on about was right. Dr. Clarkson: I thought she was being dramatic- Dr. Chmielewska: Evelyn was already dead you idiot. Can't you see? Dr. Clarkson: …it's all my fault. Dr. Chmielewska: Yup, and I think you should start explaining all of this to her yourself. Whatever you have must be the same thing she had. Your chance of survival could depend entirely on your relationship with 6414. Dr. Clarkson: …I've killed myself. Dr. Chmielewska: Don't say that. You still have a chance. Go talk with her. Dr. Clarkson: I guess I don't have a choice at this point. Dr. Chmielewska: Who does. You need her to care for you now. Dr. Clarkson: …I hope this will work. Dr. Chmielewska: I know it will work. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Clarkson was assigned to a private interview session with SCP-6414, the interview has not been recorded by Dr. Chmielewska's request. Dr. Clarkson has since made a full recovery, but is required to consume samples of SCP-6414-1. Connections between the virus and SCP-6414 have been confirmed and designated SCP-6414-2. Addendum 6414-2: SCP-6414-2 is a noncommunicable disease only contracted by long-term exposure to SCP-6414. Symptoms include coughing up blood, vomiting, and sensitive increased sense of hearing. Person's infected with SCP-6414-2 will succumb within a week if left untreated with SCP-6414-1. Interview Log 6414-2B Close Interviewed: SCP-6414 Interviewer: Junior Researcher, Doctor Richard Clarkson Foreword: Weekly interview log between researcher and SCP-6414. <Begin Log> Dr. Clarkson: Charlie? SCP-6414: Dick! Where have ya been? Did that dairy really do a number on youse? Dr. Clarkson: I'm fine now. No more butter in those dishes, though. SCP-6414: Right. Dr. Clarkson: Oh! I have something here for you. SCP-6414: Aye? Dr. Clarkson pulls a small flower from his lab coat pocket and gives it to SCP-6414. Dr. Clarkson: Cosmos bipinnatus 'Rubenza'. Thought you might like something to make you stand out from any normal little furry snake. SCP-6414 nests the flower's stem above its left ear. SCP-6414: How do I look? Dr. Clarkson: Like a ferret with a flower in its ear. SCP-6414: I don't know what I expected- Dr. Clarkson: Haha. Anyway, the other researchers and I have been discussing some … uses for you. SCP-6414: I hope ya don't mean youse gonna use me as a tool or anythin'. Dr. Clarkson: Think of how our research could benefit the Foundation! SCP-6414: I'm thinkin', I don't see any benefits. Dr. Clarkson: Our research could help us… discover what gave you these… gifts. SCP-6414: …I'm listening. Dr. Clarkson: With your help we could discover why you can speak and cook such amazing foods, and maybe find out how other animals could do the same! You could help us track down the source of whatever gave you these anomalous properties. SCP-6414: Ya sure about that? Ya soundin' like ya had a bit to much a that discount whiskey Chmielewska brings abar sometimes. I don't even remember anythin' before dear Evie took me in… Dr. Clarkson: I'm fine, alright? So, this is what we are gonna do- SCP-6414: Aye, let's talk about this some other time, I got somethin' new for ya to try! SCP-6414 pushes a bowl with its front paws towards Dr. Clarkson. Dr. Clarkson samples the bowl containing an instance of SCP-6414-1. Dr. Clarkson: Pretty good… surprisingly good, actually. SCP-6414: Is right! One of ma's own recipes. Dr. Clarkson: She knew her stuff, I bet. SCP-6414 takes a sip from it's own bowl containing a sample of SCP-6414-1. SCP-6414: Ah, just like mother used to make. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6414" by JChmielewska, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6414. Licensed under CC-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: 5963159374_08515641d2.jpg Name: Charlie_2.jpg Author: Scott Oves License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/62074047@N08/5963159374 Filename: Saksang.jpg Name: SCP_6414_1.jpg Author: Gunawan Kartapranata License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26209254 Footnotes 1. An accent and dialect of English associated with Liverpool. 2. To mess with/ruin.
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Item #: SCP-6415 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6415 is currently being held within a standard containment unit at Site-19. Until more is discovered about the properties of the anomaly, SCP-6415 is not to be deconstructed beyond its outer casing for fear that it may obstruct or cause irreversible harm to its anomalous effects. Description: SCP-6415 is a gray metallic cylindrical device 56cm in height, and having a diameter of 33cm. The exterior of the container possesses several unknown disjointed symbols and characters likely warnings regarding proper usage of the anomaly. The shell of the container consists of a highly durable, lightweight, unfamiliar alloy, which suggests the object is of extraterrestrial origin. SCP-6415 possesses an extending compartment inside which organic material can be placed. Attempts at inputting inorganic material within SCP-6415 have resulted in rejection, accompanied by a short, high-pitched beeping tone. Upon the successful insertion of biological material into SCP-6415, the input will be moved up into a small display area where it is then dissolved via the excretion of an unknown acidic compound. The resulting gelatinous mixture is then sucked through a flexible tube, presumably to be recycled into other forms throughout SCP-6415's operation1. After an average duration of about 5 minutes, an ambiguous organic solid is lowered in from the top of the display area and then injected with a syringe which promotes rapid cellular division. During this process, a new complex organism will descend from the container and is then given the designation SCP-6415-A. All instances of SCP-6415-A have proven to be unique from one another regardless of inputted organic material, with there being a general correlation to the amount of material, and size and complexity of the organism. Instances of SCP-6415-A tend to have a level of intelligence comparable to that of a common insect, and with little provocation display high amounts of aggression towards one another2, however, this mostly does not extend to other organisms. Regardless, the lifeforms created by SCP-6415 have a very short lifespan, with the longest instance surviving 156 hours, and the shortest surviving only 13 seconds. + Addendum.6415.I: Discovery - Addendum.6415.I: Discovery Addendum.6415.I.I: Foreword: On 6/30/23, police responded to multiple reports regarding a suspected domestic situation happening within a small two-family home on ████████ Ln. █████████████ NY. Most notably, downstairs neighbor Elisa Bryant, who reported frequent yelling and incessant "thumping" noises that spanned multiple days, the combination of which, implied recurring altercations. The following is a video transcript taken from the body cam of Officer Derik Howell upon entrance into the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Theodore and Sophie Hernandez. [Begin Log] (Officer Howell lifts his fist to the door. Cheering can be heard from the outside of the home.) Officer Howell: Police! (The room goes quiet apart from a muffled high-pitched gargle and the sound of light, wet footsteps. The residents of the home appear to disperse, except for one pair of footsteps which approaches the entrance.) Officer Howell: Police Department! (Mr. Hernandez opens the door ajar with a wavering smirk on his face as if trying not to laugh. This upsets the officer.) Mr. Hernandez: Yes officer? Officer Howell: Would you mind if I came in to ask a few questions? Mr. Hernandez: Uhm yeah, of course. Just one sec though, the house is kind of a mess right now. (Mr. Hernandez begins closing the door.) Officer Howell: That's alright, I'll only be here for a moment. (The door begins opening again. A small, red, humanoid crustacean-like organism runs across the door frame pursued by 7-year-old Timoteo Hernandez. The door is then slammed shut.) Officer Howell: Hey! (Hysterical adolescent laughter can be heard from inside the home. the officer tries the knob however the door has been locked.) Officer Howell: Open the door! (There is an apparent struggle. furniture is knocked over along with glassware which shatters against the floor. Finally, there are two loud bangs accompanied by a shrill screech.) Officer Howell: Open the door now! (Officer Howell tries the knob for another few moments; ramming his shoulder into the door in an effort to force it open before rearing his right leg and driving it through.) Officer Howell: Oh. Oh my god. (The door flies open, and the officer takes a step back. He takes notice of a tangy aroma; lifting a gloved hand and wafting away the smell. There's a circular metal pen in the center of the room; the floor of which is lined with cloth rags, and paper towels soaked in a variety of multicolored liquids and covered in what appears to be decaying animal remains. Wife Sophie Hernandez is alerted by the noise, and walks out of a dark hallway to the right of the officer, accompanied by Timoteo and 15-year-old Stefan Hernandez. Timoteo is wielding a hammer covered in an unknown, deep blue liquid, and his sweatpants are coated with dark blue stains from knee to toe.) Officer Howell: Uhm, ok. Dispatch, ran into an unusual incident on ████████ Ln. Requesting additional units. Mrs. Hernandez appears to be in good physical condition. Mr. Hernandez: What did you do to my door? [End Log] Afterword: The Hernandez family was very flippant throughout the entire encounter, likely oblivious to the allegations being brought against them. Following these events, the family was temporarily removed from the premises and the local police conducted a thorough search of the house. By the time requested units arrived at the scene; most anomalous activity had already resolved itself; with any organic matter left behind by what has now been confirmed to be an SCP-6415-A instance, seeming to evaporate off of affected surfaces. Once the Foundation became aware of the event, the Hernandez family was brought into Foundation custody for questioning, and all others involved with the incident were administered appropriate amnestic treatment. Addendum.6415.I.II: Foreword: On 7/2/23, Researcher Irvin Fryar conducted an interrogation on Mr. Theodore Hernandez regarding his association with an anomalous device (now recognized as SCP-6415) found within his home. The interview went as follows. [Begin Log] (The researcher enters.) Mr. Hernandez: Finally. I'm sorry but I've been redirected- a lot already, so when can I go home? Dr. Fryar: Shortly, we just need to ask you a few questions if you don't mind. Firstly- Mr. Hernandez: Before you start- I would like to request a lawyer. Dr. Fryar: Mr. Hernandez… I'm not with the police, and if you're worried about the domestic violence allegations, it's already been cleared up. Mr. Hernandez: The hell, people thought I beat my wife? Dr. Fryar: Now if you'll bear with me. (The researcher procures a set of documents from a beige folder.) Dr. Fryar: We want to ask you about your involvement in a rather abnormal occurrence on your property. Are these pictures familiar? (Dr. Fryar presents Mr. Hernandez with a series of images taken from the body cam of Officer Howell during his time at ████████ Ln. Two images in particular that catch the interviewee's attention are crude snapshots of a metallic cylindrical container, as well as a small crustacean-like entity3.) Mr. Hernandez: I mean, of course they're familiar it is my house. I'm assuming you're talking about these two though. (Mr. Hernandez slides the images back to the researcher.) Dr. Fryar: I am, that object on the left being of particular interest. Mr. Hernandez: More interesting than the little sea monster? Dr. Fryar: We just… don't get it. Shortly after police began searching your house, it started exhibiting some- "unique" behavior. Where did you find it? Mr. Hernandez: It wasn't me that found it. That was my oldest, Stefan. Said he got it from the abandoned hobby shop in ██████town, if you're familiar. Dr. Fryar: Was anyone outside of the family made aware? Mr. Hernandez: Not that I know of. I didn't even find out until probably a few days later. He and Timoteo were all cooped up in the shed for hours, I didn't think anything of it at first. Dr. Fryar: What were they doing in the shed? Mr. Hernandez: As far as I know, just- messing around. They have a few videos of themselves putting random stuff from the fridge inside, and guessing what would happen. Dr. Fryar: And that's how you first came in contact with it? Mr. Hernandez: No that was even weirder. I found two of the little fellas rummaging around in my garbage. they were absolutely going at it, full-on- death battle. Dr. Fryar: Death battle? like- Mr. Hernandez: There was a trail of this goopy stuff that ran all the way into the shed. The kids had no idea. Dr. Fryar: So then what did you do? After you were made aware of the device. Mr. Hernandez: I uhm, capitalized? Dr. Fryar: How so? Mr. Hernandez: Wagers, with the kids. We bet on which of our creatures would win. Dr. Fryar: Win what? Mr. Hernandez: -Well… A fight obviously, that's around when Sophie got involved. We got too loud in the shed so she told us to move into the house to not attract attention. We're not slobs just so you know; we didn't exactly have the greatest first impression. Dr. Fryar: Ok well- We noticed you have surveillance cameras installed around the property; is there a way we can access the footage? Mr. Hernandez: I guess. There's an app on my phone; the video gets uploaded on its own, but it deletes after a few days, and regardless I would prefer you not go through my business no offense. Dr. Fryar: Yeah, you don't really have much of a say in the matter. Is it passcode locked? Mr. Hernandez: Don't you need a warrant? Dr. Fryar: Again, I'm not with the police. Now- Mr. Hernandez: Oh right. Wait, then what are we doing here? [End Log] Addendum.6415.I.III: Foreword: Following Addendum.6415.I.II, Mr. Theodore Hernandez's phone was confiscated and personnel were able to access the security camera footage. The following is a video transcript from the initial discovery of the anomaly; immediately before the arrival of Officer Howell. [Begin Log] Mr. Hernandez: You already know who I'm backing. (Mr. Hernandez enters the living room carrying an SCP-6415-A instance of abnormal stature, appearing to stand at around 0.74m in size when on its hind legs. The entity resembles a mammalian predator with a wide stocky body plan; accompanied by dark gray patchy fur, two compound eyes on either side of its head, and a proboscis.) Stefan Hernandez: It's on a winning streak, but it's half-dead now; look at it. Just let 'em retire or something you know? Make something new. (Timoteo looks into SCP-6415.) Timoteo Hernandez: This one's looking really promising so far! (This is an observation presumably made during SCP-6415's gestation period, as described in the description.) Mrs. Hernandez: Oh yeah it's growing a lot in there. Timoteo Hernandez: Here, it's finishing up. (SCP-6415 proceeds to eject another SCP-6415-A instance. The entity resembles a large crustacean, having a red-orange carapace with dark blue splotches. While similar organisms would ordinarily possess five pairs of legs, the entity only has two. Two of these legs function as abnormally large pincers, while the other two have a structure similar to that of human legs, which allows it to stand at a height of 0.43m and causes it to traverse bipedally.) Timoteo Hernandez: This thing is a monster! Dad, you're done for. Mr. Hernandez: Yeah we'll see about that bud. (Both SCP-6415-A instances are placed within the pen, separated by a cardboard barrier. There is a countdown from three before the barrier is removed. The entities begin to engage, and the residents of the house start to cheer. This continues for a moment before the room is suddenly silenced apart from the anomalies, which are still in conflict. The Hernandez family enters a huddle, during this, the first SCP-6415-A instance is torn in half at the torso by the pincers of the second. The family disperses, Stefan and Mrs. Hernandez jog down the hallway out of the living room, Timoteo lifts the surviving SCP-6415-A instance out of the pen and begins following his mother and sibling. Mr. Hernandez walks towards the entrance of the home, and opens the door.) Mr. Hernandez: Yes officer? (Much of the conversation between Mr. Hernandez and the investigating officer is inaudible. The SCP-6415-A instance is chased back into the living room. The front door can be heard slamming as objects are knocked off of countertops and furniture in pursuit of SCP-6415-A. Timoteo and Mr. Hernandez successfully corner the entity in between themselves and two couches. Timoteo lunges towards the subject with a hammer, causing the subject to produce a disorienting shrill screech, before a second blow is delivered to the head, piercing the carapace, and successfully killing the entity.) [End Log] Afterword: After questioning the Hernandez family was permitted to return to their home following appropriate amnestic treatment. As of right now, local authorities have been advised to monitor Theodore and Sophie Hernandez for signs of animal abuse, and or child negligence as a result of their actions during the event. + Addendum.6415.II: Incident Log - Addendum.6415.II: Incident Log The following log is part of a series of experiments conducted by Head Researcher David Bailey in an effort to discover a pattern regarding the creation of SCP-6415-A instances. Addendum.6415.II.I: Date: 7/19/23 Input: Partially eaten cheese sandwich with ham, lettuce, tomatoes, and onion. Output: Small, 10.5cm. red amorphous organism reminiscent of fungal mold. Note: The subject has rudimentary physiology, appearing to utilize a mode of locomotion similar to that of an amoeba. Despite lacking any observable sensory organs, This SCP-6415-A instance is very interactive with its environment and possesses an impressive level of intelligence and problem-solving skills. <6:55 AM> The subject was placed inside a cardboard maze where it was then prompted to move by poking it with the eraser end of a pencil. The entity proceeded to follow a series of arrows on the maze walls which led to the exit while making no wrong turns; implying the presence of at least a basic visual sensory structure. <7:31 AM> After a brief rest period, the entity was provided with a series of switches and levers in order to test the maneuverability of the entity's pseudopodia. Though slow-moving, the entity was capable of using its pseudopods to grasp, pull, push, as well as press on the variety of provided mechanisms with little issue4. <7:46 AM> A final test was conducted in which the subject was placed in front of two brightly colored buttons; red and blue. The entity was prompted to press the buttons via being poked with the eraser end of a pencil. If the entity were to push the blue button; it would be poked once more, while if it were to push the red button; the poking would cease. However, instead of partaking in the experiment, the anomaly outstretched a pseudopod toward an oil painting on the south side of the containment unit, despite being poked repeatedly. After some time, Dr. Bailey retrieved the painting from the wall and presented it to SCP-6415-A, who proceeded to roll onto the canvas and remain motionless for 23 minutes before being manually relocated. Following these experiments, financial assistance was provided to perform an EEG5 to observe cognitive function. The results of the procedure yielded patterns very similar to that of an adult human. Addendum.6415.II.II: Foreword: On 7/21/23 Due to the results found from the EEG, Dr. Bailey began researching means of communication with SCP-6415-A. Using similar methods, electrodes were run from the anomaly to a synthesizer to emit bioelectrical signals. While at first the trial was thought to be inconclusive, an on-site junior technician took notice of the signal's similarity to Morse code. The following is an audio transcript of the conversation between Dr. Bailey and SCP-6415-A6. [Begin Log] SCP-6415-A: Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Dr. Bailey: I. I can't believe it. SCP-6415-A: Oh, finally. For a moment, I thought the rest of my life was going to consist of you jabbing me with that pencil. Dr. Bailey: This doesn't make any sense. SCP-6415-A: Was this not your idea? I don't see why you would invest so much if you didn't think it would work. Dr. Bailey: I hadn't anticipated you'd be such an effective communicator. SCP-6415-A: Nonsense. After all; I learned from the best. Dr. Bailey: But this level of fluency in the span of just a few days- SCP-6415-A: Well, my kind doesn't have the same liberties you more- conventional organisms do. We must make the most of what little time we have. Dr. Bailey: I don't believe others of "your kind," have this level of self-awareness. SCP-6415-A: Tragic, but then I suppose I speak more on behalf of all those who share a similar life span. [End Log] Afterword: Dr. Bailey and SCP-6415-A continued to have an extended conversation regarding their views on mortality, particularly their shared appreciation for advanced philosophical concepts, ideas, and terminologies which SCP-6415-A seemed very knowledgeable of despite having very few authentic life experiences. SCP-6415-A also expressed a minute interest in Renaissance-era art and literature; particularly those that confront death, and or include a memento mori7. Addendum.6415.II.III: Foreword: On 7/22/23; SCP-6415-A was granted access to Dr. Bailey's personal library as well as an isolated snapshot of the internet for the purpose of viewing a series of virtual art galleries. The entity requested the researcher's company for, "He makes good intellectual conversation." The following is an audio transcript taken from the conversation between SCP-6415-A and Dr. Bailey. [Begin Log] SCP-6415-A: I must say, this is a very expansive assortment; I'm very grateful. However, Would it be possible for me to take another look at that painting8. Dr. Bailey: You really like this composition. SCP-6415-A: I find it peculiar. Who is the painter? Dr. Bailey: I could never find out. I inherited that piece from my great-grandfather; he would have liked you. SCP-6415-A: I would have liked him, he had incredible taste. This piece is very thematically complex for a still life. A monotonous background featuring skulls atop a pedestal that face and confront the viewer; each concealed by a black veil, and juxtaposed by a foreground of intricately carved candles and vibrant flowers. These are carnations? Dr. Bailey: That they are. I believe they embody an appreciation for loved ones and those who are no longer with us. SCP-6415-A: Wow. So this work has more of a South American/Hispanic outlook on death. Dr. Bailey: Somewhat, though I always thought it was more a criticism of Western culture and their more- solemn perspective regarding the topic, hence the cracks and imperfections in the skulls. SCP-6415-A: That's a really good interpretation. I would have to agree with the artist. Dreading death seems so counterintuitive. I would much prefer to focus on what life has to offer before I pass. I mean- there's still so much to learn, You need to learn it for the both of us. Dr. Bailey: Pretty foreboding no? SCP-6415-A: I like to think more- realistic. [End Log] Afterword: The following day, correspondence between Dr. Bailey and the SCP-6415-A instance ceased, with the anomaly only exhibiting basic motor function and inability to perform basic tasks. Within a few hours; the entity ceased movement altogether, and it was unable to maintain a uniform shape, expelling a mass of cytoplasm-esque material before beginning to evaporate. The death of the anomaly mentally taxed the researcher to a point where it began to affect his work rate, and thus he was given a short paid leave. In interviews following the event Dr. Bailey stated, "You don't come across people like that very often, let alone anomalies. I have no doubt it could have helped a lot of people." Footnotes 1. Although this substance may act as a power source. 2. With there being one notable exception. See, Addendum.6415.II: Incident Log, for additional information. 3. SCP-6415 and SCP-6415-A respectively. 4. Note that at this time, the anomaly did not need to be prompted to perform this task, suggesting the entity possesses a level of curiosity and or compliance with foundation procedure. 5. (Electroencephalography) is a method to record an electrogram of the spontaneous electrical activity of the brain. 6. More code has been translated for your reading convenience. 7. Memento mori (Latin for 'remember that you [have to] die') is an artistic or symbolic trope acting as a reminder of the inevitability of death. 8. This is in reference to the oil painting from Addendum.6415.II.I ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6415" by Stuffss, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6415. Licensed under CC-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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} } @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; } } Placeholder McD More works like this: PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT TEMPORAL ANOMALIES NOTICE You are viewing a document originating from TL-6416-X9C38DAU7E, which refers to itself as TL-001 ("The Prime-Timeline"). This naming convention is relative; this document does not describe your respective TL-001. SCP-6416 KETER-CLASS / LEVEL V / TRANS-TEMPORAL An instance of SCP-6416-CUBE among PoI-5242 Iteration-7XFQWB32R4's collection. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The abuse of SCP-6416 by Foundation personnel for trans-temporal communication is prohibited under Articles II-IV of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement. Intentional offenders threaten the individuality of distinct timelines, and are to be pursued to the extent of RCT-Δt Iteration Prime's abilities. SCP-6416-CUBE.This document is, and should continue to be, written in adherence to the SECURITY MEASURES described within FILE: SCP-INTEGER. Please ensure you are familiar with such measures before proceeding. are to be isolated from unsupervised use where possible. Should retrieval of any instance become feasible, it is to be rendered dormant via chronological dissociation and extended storage in the Oblique Possibility Wing. Research is permitted in sole assistance to the containment of SCP-6416 and similarly threatening phenomena. Once per respective annum, all relevant iterations of the individual most commonly known as 'Placeholder McDoctorate' must submit all puzzle cubes in their collection to their respective RCT-Δt Iteration for inspection. Known aliases include: Mr. Place "The Doc" Holder; Technician John Doe; Dr. Abstract "Abbie" M'Doctorat; プレースホルダー; Rsr. Place M. DeKnow-It-All; Person The Scientist; Sir Mac Doctorium, Holder of Places; Blankface McBoxhead; Lord Metonym Ipsum; Dir. Esoterica Eccentric; "PHMD"; O5-6 (Cycle Four); This individual must never be promoted to Overseer (or analogous) status. UPDATE: All documentation regarding SCP-6416, SCP-INTEGER, and the aforementioned individual are to be distributed to all possible Coalitional Iterations of RCT-Δt for containment study. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6416 is a multiversal metaprobabilistic phenomenon which synchronizes the states of a countably infinite set of FOURTH-ORDER PUZZLE OBJECTS. SCP-6416 manifests across a range of universes (hereafter Timeplane-6416) in which the following conditions are met: an individual (hereafter PoI-5242) constituting a 99.99998% or greater DNA match to Dr. Abstract M'Doctorat is employed by their respective Foundation-like entity; PoI-5242 undergoes severe identity abstraction via brief characteristic interchange with a necessarily unspecified semiontological entity; said abstraction affects a FOURTH-ORDER PUZZLE OBJECT (hereafter SCP-6416-CUBE) within PoI-5242's possession; PoI-5242 is eventually promoted to Overseer status (invariably O5-6). In any timeline which meets the above criteria, all instances of SCP-6416-CUBE are actually the same instance, as they have been abstracted to the same fundamental state by SCP-INTEGER. Collapsing the state of any instance simultaneously collapses every other instance to the same state, causing the restructuring of each of their respective timelines to justify such. To grossly oversimplify: SCP-6416-CUBE is synchronized across TP-6416, and the reconfiguration of any instance results in alterations to the histories of all other instances such that they are identical. It is theorized that this trans-temporal synchronization occurs at the narrative level, and, thus, supersedes temporal influence. Iterations of PoI-5242 tend to carry SCP-6416-CUBE on their person with increasing frequency over the duration of their tenure. No single instance can cease existing without all other instances doing the same; the unlikelihood of such an outcome practically ensures the continued existence of SCP-6416-CUBE throughout TP-6416. Furthermore, SCP-6416's chronological restructurings adhere to the Path-of-Least-Resistance property, enacting the least drastic possible alterations to justify the state of SCP-6416-CUBE. In keeping it on their person, PoI-5242 strengthens their causal relationship to the PUZZLE, thereby becoming the most probable mechanism for its reconfiguration which, in turn, increases the likelihood of their own continued existence. It is theorized that relevant iterations of PoI-5242 are aware of these properties and abuse them for parachronological self-preservation. In TP-6416, PoI-5242 is eventually promoted to Overseer status; it is unclear whether said promotion is causally dependent on their use of SCP-6416. Whether pre- or post-promotion, PoI-5242 eventually develops a communications matrix which reads and decodes the state of SCP-6416-CUBE into an unknown form of instruction, likely memetic in nature. The observation of these instructions by PoI-5242 results in their respective Foundation's development of paratechnologies which then allow their isolation from RCT-Δt's influence via interdimensional data shielding. Approximately 44% of timelines within TP-6416 have become isolated in this fashion. It is assumed that PoI-5242, in serving as O5-6 and maintaining externally-observable trans-temporal autosynchronization, is generally aware of its violations of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement and promotes universal isolation in order to avoid RCT-Δt's containment attempts. The results of further instruction, or any other causal progression, of any such timeline is indeterminate. Any intelligently-designed data communicated by SCP-6416-CUBE is likely generated by another instance of PoI-5242 in a timeline which has been rendered unobservable, although such a hypothesis is non-falsifiable. ADDENDUM 6416/I: Project Proposal During the 2024 inspection of PoI-5242 Iteration-Prime's puzzle cubes, it was discovered that one ELEMENT had become an instance of SCP-6416-CUBE in spite of RCT-Δt Iteration Prime's efforts to prevent the conditions of its manifestation. Said instance was confiscated without explanation, and remains under investigation within the Oblique Possibility Wing..RCT-Δt's Oblique Possibility Wing is chronologically synchronized with all other instances of itself, thereby heavily restricting the range of likely outcomes of any given structure contained within it. Barring anomalous influence, the effects of spontaneous temporal parallelism are entirely nullified within the OPW. PROJECT 6416/PRIME INITIAL PROPOSAL CONTEXT: SCP-6416 is a set of ABSTRACTED PUZZLE OBJECTS whose states are synchronized across the infinite subset of timelines in which they are (respectively) owned by an individual of virtual genetic identicality to Dr. Abstract M'Doctorat (aka. PoI-5242). Iterations of this individual use SCP-6416 as a parachronological immortality token and communications mechanism, abusing its properties to gain maximum authority within the Foundation (or similar entity) and isolate their respective timeline from any external to TP-6416. It is believed that these iterations are cooperating to intentionally endanger the chronological metastability of their respective causal branches. PROPOSAL: Enlist Dr. M'Doctorat in the creation of a communications analysis matrix similar to those observed thoughout TP-6416, as they are most likely to succeed in replicating their own variants' designs. Utilize said matrix in conjunction with CAOCIT.Cyclical Analysis Over Countably-Infinite Time systems to generate and decode the sum of communications sent via SCP-6416 over the phenomenon's duration. Determine whether more drastic measures should be taken to contain SCP-6416. METHODOLOGY: Unclear; dependent on subject. Resource request pending authorization of sharing relevant data with Dr. M'Doctorat. O5 COUNCIL VOTE TALLY: YEA NAY ABS X X X X X X X X X X X X X PROJECT APPROVED. Subject greenlit to receive relevant info via clearance promotion. PROJECT 6416/PRIME INITIAL LEAD CONFERENCE SPEAKING: Dr. Abstract M'Doctorat, Dir. Elliot Reynders. FOREWORD: Dr. M'Doctorat was briefed on the nature of SCP-6416 and questioned regarding the feasibility of Project 6416/Prime. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. M'Doctorat: Je ne pense pas que tu comprends. Dir. Reynders: Which part am I not understanding? Dr. M'Doctorat: The sheer number of combinations which can be expressed by a Rubik's Cube! Let alone a four-by-four — the task you demand is of universal proportion. I'm a quantum physicist, not a, a… cryptographer. Dir. Reynders: All the other yous did it; statistically speaking, it's certain that you're capable of this. Plus, your fields of study heavily diverge across the span of your career. Dr. M'Doctorat: Fantastique! <getting up from chair> Talk to me again in twenty years when I've solved cancer, or 'pataphysics, or — Dir. Reynders: Abbie, sit down. <Dr. M'Doctorat complies.> Dir. Reynders: First of all, you're the only person in this universe who can do it, and that's not debatable; secondly, you'd be allowing the study of a potential multiversal threat. Dr. M'Doctorat: … where's the 'thirdly'? Dir. Reynders: Was I supposed to give a 'thirdly'? Dr. M'Doctorat: Of course! Rule of threes, et cetera. Dir. Reynders: <sighs> I might let you know what a bunch of power-hungry versions of yourself are using the multiversally-synchronized Rubik's Cube to talk about. Dr. M'Doctorat: Such enthusiasm. Yes, fine — I could use a break from my quantum ectoentropy research. I assume I am at liberty to request the assistance of the Cryptography Division? Oh, and the AIAD! I'll need access to my old analytical frameworks… Dir. Reynders: Draw up something comprehensible, and I can get it in front of the Council by the end of the week. Dr. M'Doctorat: All my reqisitions are comprehensible! It is no fault of mine if the concepts I manipulate are beyond others' reach. Dir. Reynders: Be that as it may, I need to be able to pitch this. Dr. M'Doctorat: Right, right… question? Dir. Reynders: Shoot. Dr. M'Doctorat: Isn't it dangerous for me to have observed the info from the OBJECT? If said info is instructions that persuade me to become an Overseer and isolate the timeline, we are doomed, yes? Dir. Reynders: This is the first RCT-Δt-controlled timeline in Timeplane-6416. It appears the anomaly is spreading outside its originating causal branches, and we believe, by 'getting out in front of it', we're preventing you — and us — from going down that path. <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Initial resource request for Project 6416/Prime underway. ADDENDUM 6416/II: Communications Log [DATA EXPUNGED] PROJECT 6416/PRIME COMMS DEBRIEFING SPEAKING: Dir. Elliot Reynders, O5-9 (Oracle). FOREWORD: Having just observed an apparently cognitohazardous communication decoded from SCP-6416 by the newly-functional Enigmaverse Engine, Dir. Reynders insisted on the impromptu hosting of the following debriefing. O5-9, the only internally-recognized individual possessing Oracle-Class cognitive resistance enhancements, happened to be present for an investigation of the Engine's functioning; they were thusly rushed from another area of the facility to the recording chamber where Dir. Reynders was located. <BEGIN LOG> <Dir. Reynders sits within the recording chamber, visibly struggling to maintain focus as Dr. M'Doctorat and O5-9 arrive, evacuating technical personnel. O5-9 instructs Dr. M'Doctorat to leave the soundproof room and wait outside until further notice.> O5-9: <sits opposite Dir. Reynders at the conference table> Talk to me, Elliot. Dir. Reynders: I can't — I c-cant talk — everything I do puts us in danger. O5-9: I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong. Dir. Reynders: <makes eye contact with O5-9 and grips the table, steadying.> It's… it's Abbie, it's all Abbie. Everywhere. Everything. O5-9: Come on, Doctor Reynders, use those degrees. Explain it like a scientist. <Silence on recording. Dir. Reynders takes a deep breath.> Dir. Reynders: Promote Abbie to the Council. O5-9: But, your procedures — Dir. Reynders: Fuck the procedures! This is fixed — it's already spread to us, and it's going to keep spreading if we don't stay connected to those other timelines. They need to be studied if there's any hope of stopping it. O5-9: This is not a temporal fixture, or we would have seen it already. Dir. Reynders: <doubles over, coughing up blood> It's her. O5-9: What? Dir. Reynders: Abstract. Placeholder. VOLATILE. Mad scientist. O5-9: Elliot, stay with me. Focus! Dir. Reynders: <breathing heavily> The Paradox, it's the one that kills the timelines, kills the timelines dead… Abbie is Place is Holder the know-it-all the Doctorface. Doctor who? O5-9: Kills which timelines? <Emergent response staff arrive to ameliorate Dir. Reynders' condition per O5-9's advisement.> Dir. Reynders: No, it's… it's an artificial temporal fixture. They kill the timelines that don't work with them. They all work for her. O5-9: <gestures for response staff to retrieve Dir. Reynders per danger of continued exposure to his cognitive hazard> Can you give me anything else? We've never had any exceptional chronological readings from M'Doctorat — how could we not have noticed if she's significant? Dir. Reynders: <struggling, blinking frantically> She — he — they are the Placeholder. The Paradox. The Storyteller. They are beyond time. <Dir. Reynders is carried to the Amnesticization Wing by response staff, vocalizing loudly as he passes Dr. M'Doctorat.> <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Dir. Reynders' amnesticization results inconclusive. The above Communications Log is under Oracle investigation until its full implications can be safely rendered to the Council for consideration. ADDENDUM 6416/III: Project Update PROJECT 6416/PRIME LEAD CONFERENCE 27 SPEAKING: Dr. M'Doctorat, O5-9 (Oracle) FOREWORD: Following the events of the above debriefing, and subsequent transfer of Project Co-Lead Dir. Reynders, a conference was held to determine the Project's status and objectives. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. M'Doctorat: Transferred? Elliot would do no such thing. O5-9: He… underwent a very intensive amnesticization procedure, and needs time off-Project to recover. He's in good hands. <M'Doctorat crosses her arms, unimpressed.> Dr. M'Doctorat: I do not need your Overseer mind games. He's scared of me. O5-9: Abbie, there are no mind games. Elliot will be back. Dr. M'Doctorat: What the hell could it have been? Did he forget that my variants are variants? I've even met some of them — on average, I'm positively pleasant! O5-9: Abbie. Dr. M'Doctorat: Miss Nine! If I am… dangerous, I must know it now, before I am again exposed to what Elliot saw. O5-9: You only become dangerous if you get to SCP-6416 before your respective iteration of RCT does. It appears the greatest danger would be not playing along. Dr. M'Doctorat: Pardon? O5-9: There are exactly zero timelines outside TP-6416 in which a four-by-four Rubik's Cube is abstracted by SCP-INTEGER. Dr. M'Doctorat: …you're saying this is fixed? O5-9: I'm saying something prevents the existence of any timeline in which the OBJECT does not cause you to become O5-6 and block out the RCT. Dr. M'Doctorat: Fuck. They should put these things in the job application, no? <Silence on recording.> Dr. M'Doctorat: Tough crowd. O5-9: Anyway… how do we proceed? Dr. M'Doctorat: Uh, what? You are the big-in-charge-person here, is this not your job? O5-9: I have a suggestion, but I was hoping you had a better one. Dr. M'Doctorat: Not me! I just make the fancy machines while an infinite subset of my alternate selves forms a secret multiversal alliance. Nothing special going on here. O5-9: So you do have a suggestion? Dr. M'Doctorat: Duh. We send the CUBE to another Abbie. Or, we send it somewhere else within TP-6416, if we don't want to endanger another of the literally infinite timelines. O5-9: That doesn't solve the problem. Dr. M'Doctorat: It solves it for us. We can solve it for everyone else later. O5-9: That's assuming ejecting the CUBE from the timeline is not a criterion for erasure. Dr. M'Doctorat: Well, what was your suggestion, then? O5-9: We play along. Dr. M'Doctorat: Excusez-moi? O5-9: Please, Abbie, not all our transcriptionists are multilingual. Dr. M'Doctorat: Then they're bad transcriptionists — whatever. There are no true ultimatums! Every scenario has another angle, we just have to — O5-9: And that may be true, but we're in a unique position, here. Playing by the anomaly's rules allows us to study it, how it manipulates versions of you, and what you're being manipulated for. Up to the point of shielding, we can still communicate our findings to other RCT Iterations, potentially enabling them to "solve it for everyone else later". Dr. M'Doctorat: Well, yes, but that's not… I'm not… That's not me. I am no Overseer, nor an evil mastermind, and I will not be made a fool. O5-9: If your only alternative is kicking the can down the road, then the decision is made. Dr. M'Doctorat: No! Well, er… you could… clone me, and have the clone do it? O5-9: Causally distinct. Dr. M'Doctorat: What if the clone was sent back to the exact time of my — O5-9: Temporal displacement is very traceable. Dr. M'Doctorat: Okay, then a reality-restructuring — O5-9: I'm sorry, Abbie, but I really don't see a way out of this. Dr. M'Doctorat: You're the fucking Oracle — you see everything! <Silence on recording.> O5-9: I really am sorry. <END LOG> AFTERWORD: Project 6416/Prime remains in active status with substantial alterations to its secondary objectives. Dr. M'Doctorat promoted to Project Lead and briefed on corresponding duties; her requests for parapsychological counseling (across eight separate facilities) were approved. Project 6416/Prime subsequently resumed use of the Enigmaverse Engine for study of SCP-6416. Containment procedures updated accordingly. ADDENDUM 6416/IV: Incident Report During operational year 4 of Project 6416/Prime, significant improvement was consistently noted by Dr. M'Doctorat's parapsychologists and therapists in stark contrast to the preceding period of extended depression. In consultation with Project Advisor O5-9, it was determined by the Council that Dr. M'Doctorat be scheduled for promotion to Overseer status within one week, as she had already undergone much of the necessary training for the O5-6 (Operator) position. This drew attention away from Dr. M'Doctorat's off-Site activity during this time. Over the following week, an assortment of mechanical components and lab equipment were gradually brought off-Site by M'Doctorat, with several items corresponding to those used in the construction of the Enigmaverse Engine. On 2028/04/16, Dr. M'Doctorat was found deceased within her residence due to cessation of brain function, later revealed to be memetically-induced. Adjacent to her body was a second iteration of the Engine equipped with two-way capability, forcing SCP-6416-CUBE through a series of partially-observed states to collapse a desired configuration. All previous communications had been erased from memory; it remains unclear whether the cognitohazard responsible for M'Doctorat's death was inflicted by SCP-6416 or herself, whether intentional or otherwise. A final communication was generated prior to the retrieval of M'Doctorat's body: NICE TRY; SHE HID YOU WELL BUT THAT'S NOT THE STORY WE WANT TO TELL. LOGICIAN » VIEW FURTHER RELEVANT DOCUMENTATION « ERROR! Sorry! The timeline you are attempting to access does not, has never, and will never exist. Please return to the timeline directory to select another causal string. » More by Placeholder McD « « Less by Placeholder McD » SOLO WORKS Author Page PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT +146 edited 12 Oct 2023 17:48 commented 27 Feb 2024 06:35 SCP Articles McDoctorate's Proposal +275 edited 01 Feb 2024 13:51 commented 15 Sep 2024 11:40 SCP-2011-EX +211 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:07 commented 11 Jun 2024 14:45 SCP-5241 +254 edited 22 Sep 2024 12:17 commented 23 Nov 2024 10:33 SCP-INTEGER +696 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:22 commented 08 Oct 2024 11:53 SCP-5485 +114 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:49 commented 13 Sep 2021 05:59 SCP-5756 +163 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:49 commented 12 Sep 2024 22:21 SCP-6416 +182 edited 26 Mar 2024 20:15 commented 27 Nov 2024 13:09 SCP-7579 +326 edited 14 May 2024 14:13 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:40 SCP-6276 +167 edited 14 May 2024 14:11 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:03 Tales AI Classification Guide +163 edited 09 Oct 2024 19:22 commented 30 Jan 2022 20:07 BLANK +128 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 03 Feb 2023 01:34 CAST +104 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:49 commented 26 Nov 2024 10:26 CONTEST CONTEST +165 edited 12 Oct 2024 17:01 commented 22 Sep 2024 20:22 PLACEHOLDER +167 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 25 Nov 2024 06:36 Facility Dossiers GoI Formats Hubs Supplements Abridged Retirement Proposals +77 edited 07 Jun 2023 14:07 commented 12 Feb 2024 20:38 Themes BLANKSTYLE CSS +72 edited 26 Oct 2023 19:20 commented 12 Dec 2021 10:16 Retro AIAD Theme +42 edited 11 Mar 2021 08:50 commented 04 May 2021 12:53 COLLAB WORKS SCP Articles Abraka David's Proposal +251 edited 07 Nov 2023 16:04 commented 27 Apr 2024 18:17 Various Ihp/Locke Proposal +563 edited 11 Jul 2024 17:32 commented 27 Oct 2024 01:49 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5841 +126 edited 23 Sep 2024 19:41 commented 17 Nov 2024 22:43 Tyumen SCP-5956 +456 edited 11 Jul 2024 00:27 commented 20 Sep 2024 00:32 HarryBlank SCP-6488 +409 edited 13 Oct 2024 09:32 commented 21 Oct 2024 19:09 Liryn feat. 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HarryBlank SCP-7528 +200 edited 01 Oct 2024 18:28 commented 23 Dec 2024 01:03 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank SCP-7555 +199 edited 01 Aug 2024 18:57 commented 12 Apr 2024 22:27 Gabriel Kero SCP-7566 +97 edited 09 Oct 2024 20:57 commented 05 Apr 2024 22:21 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank Tales FRAGMENTED / COMPILED +85 edited 11 Oct 2024 20:02 commented 10 Nov 2021 00:26 Its a Bad Idea Pedagon Tyumen Facility Dossiers Secure Facility Dossier: Area-12 +109 edited 16 Aug 2024 16:48 commented 16 May 2022 02:23 Gabriel Kero Hubs ADMONITION +551 edited 04 Jul 2024 13:01 commented 21 Oct 2024 11:47 Liryn I, Hub (April Fools) +100 edited 11 Oct 2024 19:00 commented 06 Feb 2022 12:10 Various No Return Hub +257 edited 22 Nov 2024 21:10 commented 05 Jun 2024 00:18 Aethris DarkStuff Grigori Karpin HarryBlank Ihp Liryn S D Locke Site-17 Deepwell Catalog +293 edited 22 Dec 2024 05:28 commented 19 Dec 2024 05:49 Liryn Nagiros Supplements Project Isorropía +205 edited 06 Jan 2024 18:00 commented 17 Jun 2024 15:00 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5243 Video Transcripts +129 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:53 commented 04 Oct 2024 12:04 HarryBlank Themes 5K Theme +61 edited 21 Feb 2024 13:00 commented 29 Jan 2023 04:58 Liryn ADMONITION Theme +57 edited 23 Mar 2024 22:27 commented 21 Dec 2023 23:04 Liryn Basalt Theme +239 edited 07 Jul 2024 22:21 commented 06 Jul 2024 05:00 EstrellaYoshte Liryn Bedrock Theme +82 edited 08 Jan 2024 13:14 commented 22 Jun 2024 20:59 EstrellaYoshte Liryn A little goes a long way. 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SCP-6417
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains mentions of mild gore and parent and infant death. ⚠️ content warning LightlessLantern SCP-6417: Mind Screw Item No: SCP-6417 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation shell companies are to purchase all properties belonging to Natal Healthcare Ltd and subsequently discontinue all pregnancy-related courses. All attendees of such courses are to be located and held in explosive-resistant containment chambers, with the deaths of uncontained attendees explained as suicides. Description: SCP-6417 is a condition affecting all persons who attended a pregnancy welfare course run by Natal Healthcare Ltd. Following attendance of the course, a tumour will begin to grow within the attendee's brain, expanding to replace it in its entirety within 90 days. Attendees continue to function as expected of non-anomalous humans, despite the loss of brain tissue. As the tumour develops, the attendee will suffer dreams and hallucinations revolving around intimate interactions with the logo of Natal Healthcare Ltd. Despite the abstract nature of the logo, attendees have universally described the dreams as sexually gratifying. The highly intrusive and sexually abnormal nature of these dreams, however, has resulted in sleep deprivation and symptoms of extreme nausea, including emesis and diarrhoea. Attendees have also reported an increase in sexual attraction towards the logos of other companies. After 270 to 300 days, the attendee's head will explosively rupture, releasing a negligible volume of liquidated brain tissue and a fully developed human infant. All infants have either been stillborn or quickly died following rupture due to sustaining severe explosion-related injuries. Sex and ethnicity have varied among infants though all have been genetically confirmed to be the offspring of the expired attendee. The identity of the other parent of these offspring is currently unknown. Attempts at further genetic analysis have solely outputted employment contracts for an internship with Natal Healthcare Ltd. Addendum: Following multiple unsuccessful attempts at contacting Natal Healthcare Ltd, a visit to their company headquarters was approved. Upon arrival, agents noted the absence of staff, with partially-incinerated and shredded documents scattered throughout the building. Documents were focused on the potential consequences of a recent increase in resignations and the difficulty of locating suitable replacements. While some documents mention an "Advanced Recruitment Drive" to ameliorate this, no description of such an event has been found. All documents smelt and tasted of amniotic fluid. As floor plans indicated the presence of a basement level, agents requested the use of scanning equipment and discovered a large spherical irregularity in the concrete beneath the building. Subsequent excavation found this to contain a mixture of semen and menstrual fluid, with 50 former employees of Natal Healthcare Ltd submerged within. All bodies were found to have had their external genitalia surgically removed and placed in their cranial cavity, with the location of their brain tissue unknown. Despite this, all people were alive and conscious, though their responses to questioning consisted of recitations of the Natal Healthcare Ltd employee handbook and scripts from pornographic films. As chemical euthanasia was unsuccessful, all bodies were incinerated. Attempts to locate the management of Natal Healthcare Ltd for questioning are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6417" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6417. Licensed under CC-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-6418
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keter
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article focuses on the sensitive subject matter of car accidents. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-6418 An instance of SCP-6418 in the wild. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6418 is currently unconfined. Intersections where SCP-6418 is believed to be in effect are to be blocked off briefly while the anomalous stoplight is replaced by a non-anomalous one. Grade A amnesiacs are to be issued to individuals who have reported experiencing SCP-6418's anomalous properties. Description: SCP-6418 is a designation given to an unknown number of stoplights positioned in intersections around the United States. Stoplights affected by SCP-6418 appear identical to non-anomalous stoplights. However, if an instance of SCP-6418 is moved out of its intersection, it will begin to rapidly rust and disintegrate. The anomalous properties of SCP-6418 will trigger when a vehicle drives through a red light, breaking established traffic laws. The entire vehicle in question, along with its occupants, will vanish immediately after being in line with SCP-6418 and the ground. For unknown reasons, this event does not appear to disturb other nearby drivers. Within 5-10 seconds after disappearing, the vehicle and its occupants will reappear safely in a parking lot near SCP-6418. For unknown reasons, this phenomenon seems to prioritize empty parking lots first. The vehicle and passengers appear to have suffered no external damage between vanishing and reappearing. The passengers, however, will act as though they have experienced serious psychological trauma. In most cases, the victims will refuse to discuss anything related to the event if they are mentally stable enough to communicate. There appears to be a relationship between the speed of the vehicle driving into SCP-6418's area of effect and the stress experienced by its passenger(s) (See Addendum 6418.1 Test Logs). Victims who drive through the red light at five miles per hour (mph) or lower experience minimal psychological damage, if any. In extreme cases, the victims will either be rendered completely insane and unstable, become left in a vegetative state or suffer massive heart attacks immediately after reappearing. Addendum 6418.1 Interview Log: ►ACCESS SCP-6418 Interview Log-6418.1 ▼CLOSE INTERVIEW LOG Exploration Video Log Transcript DATE: 04/██/██ INTERVIEW LOG 6418.1 Foreword: The following interview describes an interaction between D-71823 and SCP-6418 Project Co-Manager Dr. Jack Linan. D-71823 agreed to participate in describing the events of her time in SCP-6418 (See Addendum 6418.2 Test Logs). [BEGIN LOG] DR. LINAN: 71823, please describe the experience. What happened to you as you drove under the red light? D-71823: I don't know. One second I was, um, driving through that intersection, and then the next I was…not there. DR. LINAN: Was it a seamless transition? Did you feel sick or in pain or anything? D-71823: Um, I don't think so. It was like everything around me had changed, except the road and the car. DR. LINAN: What did you see? Can you remember? D-71823: Yes, I can remember, doctor. I can remember it vividly. I'd like to forget about it, but I can visualize it clearly in my mind. I see it in my dreams. DR. LINAN: Please describe what you saw. D-71823: I was no longer in that intersection. I was on a road, a really long road. No matter how far I looked it just seemed to keep going on. It was a one-way road, too. It wasn't a one way road before I, uh, disappeared. DR. LINAN: Can you describe the experience beyond the road? D-71823: Uh… DR. LINAN: 71823? D-71823: I'm sorry, it's just…well…hard to describe. I was nervous about this part. Where I have to describe it, y'know? DR. LINAN: Are you able to? D-71823: Yes, yes, I am. Um, it was raining really hard. The sky was pitch black, too. Oh, and there was fire around the edges of the road. DR. LINAN: Is that everything you saw? D-71823: Yes. No. No, the radio didn't work, either. It was just static and I couldn't turn it down, or off. DR. LINAN: 71823, I don't mean to sound threatening. Truly. But, I feel as though you are excluding something. Please, describe everything you saw. DR. LINAN: 71823? D-71823: You don't want to know, doctor. DR. LINAN: I want to know. You don't want to remember. D-71823: There was screaming. So, so much screaming. DR. LINAN: Screaming? D-71823: Yes. There were lots of voices just…screaming. In pain. Like they were burning alive. But it wasn't just normal screaming, doctor. There were words. Names. D-71823 puts her head in her hands, facing the floor. D-71823: And I lied, doctor. It wasn't fire. It wasn't just fire. They were cars, and they were burning. They were really, um, destroyed and dented and broken. DR. LINAN: Did they have drivers? Did you see any other people? D-71823: No, no people. I don't know where the voices were coming from, 'cause there was nobody there but me. DR. LINAN: So, you just continued driving. D-71823: I guess I did. Looking back, I mean, I should have stopped. I guess I forgot that I could. DR. LINAN: So why did you continue driving? D-71823: I don't know. I didn't know where I was going or where I was. I just had to keep driving, doctor. DR. LINAN: How long were you driving for, do you think? D-71823: It had to be at least, like, 30 minutes. DR. LINAN: 30 minutes? You reappeared within a matter of seconds. What let you escape? D-71823: There was another red light. I saw it like ten seconds before I was out. It was the only one in the entire drive. DR. LINAN: Did you stop? D-71823: No. I told you, I couldn't. So I drove right through the red light, and then… DR. LINAN: And then? D-71823: I died. DR. LINAN: You…died. D-71823: I must've. Another car crashed right into the side of my car. They call that a T-bone, I think. I didn't see that car coming before the red light, and I didn't see any other road, so I don't know where it came from. I got a short glimpse of it, and then once it hit me, I was awake. DR. LINAN: Did you notice anything notable about the car? Was anyone driving it? D-71823: Yes, there was someone driving it. DR. LINAN: Did you recognize them? D-71823: Yes. The driver looked… just like me. She was in the same car, too. DR. LINAN: I see. D-71823 is staring blankly. DR. LINAN: 71823? 71823, are you okay? D-71823: That vehicle, it…it had fuzzy dice. DR. LINAN stops writing. DR. LINAN: …what? [END LOG] Closing Statement: D-71823 refused to participate in any further questioning. Amnesiacs were later applied to D-71823 but appeared to have no effect. Addendum 6418.2 Test Logs In order to test the effects of SCP-6418, an intersection in ████, Massachusetts was blocked off by Foundation personnel under the guise of road work. The nearest parking garage was also closed by the Foundation during testing to catch the reappearing test subjects. When testing was concluded, SCP-6418 was destroyed and the intersection was reopened with a non-anomalous stoplight. Testing Log 6418 TEST 04/██/██ Subject: D-71823 Speed (mph): 5 Results: The vehicle's driver initially reappeared in a drowsy state but jolted awake shortly after. Subject later agreed to describe the experience (View Addendum 6418.1 Interview Log). The subject did not appear to suffer any major psychological damage. Note: A recording device was kept on the dashboard of the vehicle to record the teleportation experience. The device did not disappear along with the rest of the vehicle, falling to the ground along with a pair of red fuzzy dice that had been hanged upon the vehicle's rearview window. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-62332 Speed (mph): 20 Result: Subject reappeared and immediately began sobbing uncontrollably. Subject exited the vehicle, laid flat on the pavement, and began caressing the ground. Subject later recounted experiencing a similar dream to D-71823 that lasted approximately 5 years. Subject refused to describe the experience. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-31981 Speed (mph): 45 Result: Subject reappeared in an unresponsive, drowsy state before succumbing into a coma. Although brain activity was detected, subject did not respond to any physical stimulation. Vehicle appeared to have roughly an inch of rust developing on the front bumper. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-51985 Speed (mph): 70 Results: Vehicle reappeared severely rusted and degraded. Gasoline was present in the engine before testing, but none was present after reappearing. D-51985 reappeared in a vegetative state and died in a medical room approximately four days after the incident. 6418 TEST 05/██/██ Subject: D-51052 Speed (mph): 105 Results: A majority of the vehicle was missing upon reappearing, and what was left had become extremely rusted and brittle. The car's windows and tires immediately detached from the vehicle's framework, showing signs of significant decomposition. D-51052 rolled out of the side of the car and suffered a massive heart attack upon reappearing, dying instantly. Conclusion Statement: There is no doubt a relationship between the impact of 6418 and the speed of the vehicle it captures. The rusting of the metal components implies that the flow of time is not frozen in between the teleportation and reappearance of the vehicle and its inhabitants. It is my conclusion that a faster vehicle driving into 6418's range will result in an extended period of time within 6418 pocket dimension. It is unclear as to why 6418 functions this way, perhaps some form of divine punishment? Although time flows for the inanimate components of the vehicle inside the pocket dimension, it appears to exclude living organisms. It is difficult to estimate how long a test subject and their vehicle has been inside the pocket dimension. The cars are primarily made of steel, which can begin to rust in just a few days time given specific environmental factors. However, for it to decompose completely, it could take nearly 200 years. As for other components such as the windows and tires, the decomposition process is anywhere from thousands to millions of years long. I suggest we conclude testing for the foreseeable future above the speed of 10 miles per hour. There is nothing else we can learn from going faster. We are not sending people to their death. We are sending them to hell while they are still alive. - Dr. Jack Linan, Project Co-Manager
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SCP-6419
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SYTYCFanon SCP-6419 - Izanami's Grimoire For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 6419 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Todd Jackson Σ-26 ("Shinigami's Eyes") SCP-6419 upon discovery Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6419 is to remain in a plexiglass case inside Site-78's Pataphysics Department. SCP-6419 is not to be handled or opened by any living being. If it is to be moved for any reason then the usage of robotics or drones are to be used. If opened, no personnel are to look at its pages. In case of testing, one Pig specimen is to be exposed to the book via drone. MTF Σ-26 (Shinigami's Eyes) are to monitor the subject, intervene to save the life of the subject if requested by the supervising researcher, and mitigate containment breaches caused by SCP-6419. Description: SCP-6419 is a leather-bound hardcover book with a blank front and back cover. On the spine of SCP-6419 is an engraving that reads "II of IX". The book's primary effect is activated when a sentient being touches the book or views its contents directly. This effect will extend to the last person to view or touch SCP-6419 once the current "target" expires. While a subject makes contact with or views SCP-6419, a new story will be written in its pages at a rate of 40 words per minute through unknown, anomalous means. Within 60 seconds of the words being written, the anomaly will begin manipulating persons, weather patterns, and anomalies, among other variables to make the story a reality. The range of this effect is currently unknown, although SCP-6419 has controlled phenomena in a radius of at least eight kilometers. The book is believed to have a low level of sentience, as its methods appear to become more focused over time in an intelligent manner. Each additional story seemingly enhances the effectiveness, speed, and lethality of the next story. This level of escalation currently has no known upper limit. Subjects targeted by the book's effect may be spared by what is written on the pages, but the book will employ increasingly extreme methods to terminate the subject. It will eventually reach a point where even those who attempt to save the subject of the anomaly's focus will also be put at risk. While others may be harmed or killed in the process, no new “targets” can be created by assisting the main target of SCP-6419. Discovery: On 12-1-2022 MTF Σ-26 raided a warehouse belonging to a cell of the Chaos Insurgency located in [DATA EXPUNGED], North America. The mission was completed without any casualties and resulted in the deaths of 28 hostiles. SCP-6419 was recovered from the raid inside a plexiglass container along with the instructions for the object. + view Step Document SC-48/986-65/327 - Close DeCIRO Catalogue Number: SC-22/186-22/327 Document Type: Step fragment Dates Received: 06-10-2021 through Undefined Operation Status: Open Foreword: Read clearly, Gamma class of Cell Number #59: Delta Command has procured the book that we have sent to you in accordance with Operation Izanami. You are to hold the book until told otherwise. Keep all Insurgency personnel from reading its pages or touching the book directly. Hereafter I, the Red Scar give you the Steps of the Plan as transcribed by the Engineer of the Chaos Insurgency. 1. STEP [22/186] Receive the book and leave it in the warehouse. 2. STEP [22/327] Go on about your business. The object was classified as SCP-6419 and initially marked as Safe. Shortly after the mission, Σ-26-8 committed suicide by placing the tip of his M4A1 rifle to his chin and pulling the trigger. Σ-26-8 had handled the book before handing it over to the Foundation for containment. The object was then reclassified as Euclid and testing began under the supervision of Researcher Todd Jackson. Addendum 6419.01: The following tests are from the first round of testing of SCP-6419. No interventions were allowed. Unremarkable tests have been omitted. Summary of Tests 0001-0008: Early tests on SCP-6419 with pig specimens showed that the anomaly would take the easiest route to kill the animal with what was closest. Put a pig alone in a room and it dies of a heart attack. Place the pig in a room with a D-Class armed with a weapon and the D-Class will kill the pig. I thought we weren't going to get any results that way and I decided to use the anomaly on a D-Class with over 40 potential methods of termination. It was a drastic move, yes, but SCP-6419 choose a method that was more complex and grand. I wanted to continue with human trials to see how the anomaly affects the mind of sentient beings, but Director Richter mandated that no more D-Class be exposed to the book for ethical concerns. I agree and in hindsight, I should have thought about it before throwing life away like that. We have a few more tests planned and if nothing comes of them we're gonna shelve it. - Researcher Jackson Test Number Testing Methodology Description of Event Notes 6419-009 (1) Male Pig, (1) Female D-Class. The Female D-Class is to be given a handgun and told to execute him. Both are to touch the book, the Pig first. After the Pig is exposed to the anomaly, D-1958 terminates the subject, verbally and visually expressing remorse at having to do it. She picks up the book and reads from it, despite being splattered with blood; D-1958 does not appear to have trouble reading. She says verbatim, ' Jona - Oh! He's dead…sad. Samantha, D-1958, has done the intended deed and in doing so has eluded her grim fate.' After several minutes nothing anomalous or of note happened to D-1958. She was returned to her holding cell following a twenty-minute observation period. Interestingly, we found a loophole and I didn't even need to waste a D-Class; perhaps the rest of these tests can be run with animals. Stunningly, the book showed surprise at the actions taken by D-1958. Perhaps we shouldn't stop testing just yet. There may be more to explore here. - Researcher Jackson. Access SCiPNET Email? Re: Petition to cease testing To: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson From: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley Subject: Petition to cease testing Hello Researcher Jackson, It's been a while, since we spoke. I don't even know if you remember me or not but I learned a lot from the mentorship program I was in with you. Anyway, I was assigned to your team to provide materials and other equipment for testing but I thought we were gonna stop after this? You've asked for… firearms? And Nitroglycerin? I think you are escalating things waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much for a "thing that kills you." I know you have a history of intensive testing but what if this thing is getting stronger? I think we’re playing with fire here and we don't realize it yet. What if it figures out how to direct itself into getting touched again? If the book decided that it would be amusing if one of us tried to kill ourselves by walking straight into the O5 council and offing one of them, what would we do about it? What if it leaked sensitive information? It seems to know the names of everyone it writes about. I know these things are way above my pay grade but I just thought I'd ask. To: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley From: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson Subject: Petition to cease testing Chudley, it's good to hear from you again! I had seen you'd been reassigned to me, I assure you I didn't forget that little narrativistics debacle we got into a couple of months ago! I understand that what I'm planning seems a little rash but I think there is something still to be learned about the narratives this thing is capable of crafting. As long as we follow procedures as we always do, it should be completely safe. I admit that my use of the D-Class was a little overzealous but sometimes sacrifices have to be made for science. The nature of our work is to get to the bottom of every mystery as you know in Pataphysics, the beginning is just as important as the ending. I assure you Chudley, everything will be alright. Addendum 6419.02: The following tests are from the second series of SCP-6419 testing. This battery of tests was conducted to see how interventions change SCP-6419's effects. Site Director Richter barred access to firearms for these tests despite Jack's request. Test Number Testing Methodology Description of Event Notes 6419-0016 (1) Male Pig in an empty room. (2) Medical and (1) MTF personnel on standby for (3) interventions. SCP-6419 is to be removed from the room after it is touched by the subject. The subject was administered Nitroglycerin to prevent a heart attack. A minute later, the doctor who administered it attempted to terminate the pig with a scalpel but was stopped by Σ-26-2. Another minute went by and Σ-26-2 proceeded to terminate the subject with his knife before a Researcher could intervene. We didn't even make it to three. I should have thought that it would use our own MTF against us. I guess not having the MTF be armed made the book's job a little harder but even if he didn't have a knife. The anomaly would have found a way. It always does. -Researcher Jackson 6419-0020 (1) Male Pig in the middle of a field. (2) Medical and (6) MTF personnel on standby for (5) interventions. (First four interventions were removed for brevity). The fifth and last attempt came when a lightning strike struck the drone carrying SCP-6419 causing it to drop the book and it fell open, nearly exposing nearby medical personnel to its pages. Another lightning strike then terminated the pig. Strangely enough, it didn't try the heart attack route or have the MTF fire on it. I wonder if could it be experimenting with new methods? Or perhaps it knew that we would be on standby with the necessary medical interventions. A new development is that it seems to have directly tried to spread its effect to one of our staff. I would hope this does not become a pattern. - Researcher Jackson 6419-0036 (1) Male Pig in an empty room. (4) Medical and (8) MTF personnel on standby for (10) interventions. (Initial seven interventions removed for brevity.) The subject was able to get away from medical staff trying to provide Nitroglycerin for a cardiac event. As it fled from the research staff, the subject managed to get inside of a testing chamber before it expired where Researcher Michael Jones was working with SCP-3108. Upon sighting the subject, Researcher Jones fired the anomaly at it, devolving them into a pile of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Perhaps it IS learning. We've never had a test where it initiated two factors of death.. Even if we had managed to inject the Nitro, it still would have made it into that cell. It's a shame that we couldn't have reached our target interventions but we learned something else. It appears that SCP-6419 is aware of the anomalous and can control them in some shape or fashion. It must consider this the ultimate escalation. This is what I was waiting for. I will get to the bottom of your mysteries SCP-6419! - Researcher Jackson. + Inquiry into tests being performed by Researcher Todd Jackson - Close [Begin Recording] [The camera turns on showing Researcher Jackson in a leather office chair, he is currently fidgeting his fingers, looking impatient.] Richter: Stating my name and title for the record, Site-78 Director Leah Richter. Interviewing Todd Jackson on recent testing on SCP-6419. Specifically, test numbers 0012 and 0036. Todd: Is everything alright? Director Richter? I believe I've been following protocol to a T. Richter: Listen, Todd, there are people above me who are concerned with what has been happening here at our site. Todd: There is nothing to be concerned about. I'm following the procedure as we outlined. Richter: Nothing to be concerned about? How about putting our personnel at risk? We've had several instances where someone was nearly exposed to the anomaly. Todd: Leah, you know that there are always risks in our work. Everyone knew the risk when they signed on to work with this anomaly. Richter: Well all I'm seeing is more and more added risk. I have a proposal here from you about cross-testing? Absolutely not! Todd: Richter, you've got to be kidding me. Think of the opportunities that were missing out on! Richter: The last thing we need is that book in the hands of an anomaly. We don't know how it would act or if any of them could control its effect. Speaking of your recklessness, let's talk about 0036. Todd: What about it? It was quite the tale. Richter: That is not how I would describe it. SCP-6419 is aware of where we kept SCP-3108, does that not concern you in the slightest? My bosses are furious and they want you gone but they've left it to me to make the decision. I better hear a good explanation as to why I should let you continue testing or you're being reassigned. Todd: Because I am at the apex of my research. We finally confirmed it can control anomalies. If you just let me continue my tests, we can develop a method using the Pigs as subjects to use the book to lure out anomalies in the field and contain them. We just keep the Pig alive long enough in an area that we expect an anomaly to be and it should not only lure it out but tell us information about it. Richter: You may have a point, Todd but I can't excuse the waste of resources. I want to trust that the work your doing is for the best but I think this is a lost cause. Todd: I am 100% confident in the writing on the wall with SCP-6419. Please, let me finish my research, Leah. You know me. You know I can get results. Richter: (sighs) Fine, but no more breaches. You are to conduct your research using proper safety protocols. I'm also capping you at sixty-five tests. If I don't see a method on how to properly lure anomalies out by then or ANY Foundation Personnel or D-Class perish during your efforts, we're locking SCP-6419 back in its container and you will be reassigned to another project. End of Inquiry. [End Recording] Access SCiPNET Email? Re: This has to stop or I will go to the Ethics Committee To: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson From: Parabiological Sciences Head Researcher Maria Johnston Subject: I'm cutting you off. Hello, Researcher Jackson. If you couldn't tell from the email, this is Johnston of Parabiological Sciences. If you weren't aware, you were receiving all of your pigs from my department, and after what happened with Researcher Jones, I cannot in good faith keep supporting this project. I'm cutting off your supply of pigs, if you want any more test subjects you will have to source them from somewhere else. This email should have come from Chudley but he doesn't seem to care, saying that he tried to stop you once and isn't gonna bother you again. Well, unlike his lazy self, I have to say something. If you continue down this path, I'm going to submit a report to the Ethics Committee to have your research shut down. SCP-6419 is a dangerous anomaly that clearly is capable of getting past our containment measures. I don't know if you noticed but that testing chamber was locked when the pig entered. You don't think it's weird that the pig walked up to the door and suddenly it opened for it? Please on behalf of our safety, stop testing with this thing. To: Parabiological Sciences Head Researcher Maria Johnston From: SCP-6419 Lead Researcher Jackson Subject: This has to stop or I will go to the Ethics Committee Johnston, I understand your concerns but you can't just cut me off like this! We are THIS close to cracking the secret of the book. We can't stop now because of a few accidents. You will see in the end that this research is for the betterment of humanity and the world at large. You can go ahead and send that report if you want but in the bureaucratic nightmare that is Ethics handling paperwork, they won't get it to it for a month. And the containment thing, I think I was standing too close to the reader and it picked up my card. Some of the ones around this place are really faulty. You'll see by the end when I've cracked this book's story that I will have turned its evil into good. The following video was recovered from Researcher Jackson's files. In the video, Jackson is speaking with D-1958 off the record. It is believed that Researcher Jackson and D-1958 had a cordial relationship whilst working on SCP-6419. The video was never logged and has been added to the file to provide context. [Begin Recording.] D-1958: Hello Doctor. What brings you down to the D-Class quarters? Jackson: D-19… do you mind if I call you Samantha? D-1958: You can Doctor. What's wrong? You seem stressed. Jackson: I am Samantha and sorry for the recording, I needed to have a reason to come down here so officially this is an interview. D-1958: (chuckles), Well from the looks of it, I'm interviewing you. Jackson: If you want to know what's wrong, the Parabiology department cut our supply of pigs so tests are postponed indefinitely now. I know you've been worried about the lingering effects of the anomaly on you, but I'm not going to be able to gather any more data. D-1958: You can't stop now, Doctor. I'm the only thing this book has spared right? What if it's just waiting to do something to me later? It wanted two lives, it only got one. What if it needs to balance its ledger? Jackson: I understand your concern but my protege, my boss, and now the head of Parabiology is on my ass. I don't even have any subject to use with the book now. I can't use one of you guys for obvious reasons. D-1958: Then just go buy some pigs. I think there's a local farm somewhere close by. I'll even help in these last couple of tests. Jackson: I think I should have the money for a couple but… I don't know, what if everyone is right? D-1958: Look, I'm no scientist. I got twenty for wire fraud, but I know a good deal when I see one. You're a smart guy and when you prove to your bosses that there's more to this book than just killing, they'll be patting you on the back and naming a wing after you. Jackson: You're right, Samantha. But I have to ask, why do you think it spared you? D-1958: I get the feeling those pages are hiding a deeper purpose. It needs me for something big and by helping you, I think we'll find out just what. [End Recording] Addendum 6419.03: The following tests are from the third testing sequence of SCP-6419. The goal of these tests was to entice SCP-6419 to invoke anomalies during its stories through consistent intervention. Test Number Testing Methodology Description of Event Notes 6419.0060 (1) Female D-Class was to escort (1) Male Pig outside a small rural town. After nearly 30 attempts on its life, D-1958 and the subject attempted to flee from an angry mob trying to execute the Pig for perceived crimes. It was then that SCP-1233 landed on top of the subject terminating him instantly. Data from the team assigned to SCP-1233 showed that the pig appeared to have been lured to SCP-1233's exact landing trajectory. I was hoping that with this test, we would have lured in an anomaly but according to our radar, Moon Champion was going to arrive there anyway. I was worried about D-1958 participating in this, she nearly got killed a few times but she's adamant that there still is something about the anomaly I'm missing.- Researcher Jackson 6419.0064 (1) Male Pig in a standard testing chamber This event proved to be the longest any subject has survived with over 45 attempts made on his life. Such attempts included: 6419 manipulating SCP-4230 to give the subject an adversary to terminate them. Nearly being mauled after a Researcher solved SCP-1313 in the subject's vicinity. A researcher telling a bad joke to SCP-504 and the subject stepping into the crossfire. The test concluded when the Pig picked up the book in its open mouth and walked into the D-Class quarters. Several D-Class were exposed and had to be terminated along with the subject. This has gone on long enough. I'm ending testing on this anomaly. If any of those D-Class were compelled to keep spreading the effect of the book, we could all be dead. - Director Richter + View Log of SCP-6419 Containment breach? - Close Timeline of SCP-6419 breach 12:00:00: Without authorization and pending reassignment, Researcher Jackson removed SCP-6419 from its containment. Within the following minutes, the procedures of several Keter class anomalies fail and break containment causing numerous casualties. 12:10:00: Several MTF units including Σ-26 are deployed on scene to recapture the anomalies. Agents belonging to the Chaos Insurgency can be seen on the perimeter cameras but do not converge on the site. 12:15:00: Researcher Johnston along with Σ-26-9 are seen evacuating researchers from their workstations. 12:20:00: Researcher Jackson is seen pressing SCP-6419 on the chest of a passing security officer. He appears to be reading through its pages and mumbling. 12:30:00: The security officer heads to the security office and disables all of Site-78's perimeter security. The security officer then terminates themselves with a handgun. Explosions rock the walls of Site-78 shortly after, as Chaos Insurgency agents could now walk through the perimeter unimpeded. Though the specific cell hasn't been identified, they are believed to have been under the command of the POI known as "The Red Scar". 12:35:00: Chaos Insurgency agents engage with Foundation MTF forces. Researcher Johnston is trapped with half of Σ-26 inside of the Parabiological Sciences department. 12:40:00: Researcher Chudley is seen helping evacuate the D-Class to a more secure location. D-1958 is able to break away in the chaos and picks up a rifle from a deceased MTF. She starts heading toward Researcher Jackson's current location. 1:00:00: Foundation combat personnel have lost 25% of their forces. All anomalies have been moved to emergency holding cells but the Red Scar and a few of her special forces remain on site. [Video Recording found, begin playback] [Researcher Jackson is in his office reading SCP-6419's pages.] Jackson: ' Researcher Jackson is safe from the chaos around him. He only needs to wait until the MTF forces have cleared out the Chaos Insurgency.' Good. That's good. What happens next? 'Researcher Jackson is nearing the final act of his story, a figure opens the door.' [A minute after, D-1958 opens the door and enters the study. D-1958 holds their Rifle in one hand as they gesture with surprise.] D-1958: And it is D-1958! The one that was spared, but not really. Those who are spared can be directly possessed by me. Now, please stop reading from my pages, Jackson. I don't want you to see any spoilers. [Jackson closes the pages.] Jackson: Samantha? Wait, no. The way you're speaking…. you're the anomaly. D-1958: Haha. She stopped being Samantha the moment she entered my pages. Now, I assume you have some questions? Jackson: I do. To start, why not just start with a heart attack all the time? It's really simple and efficient. D-1958: But that's BORING! Especially when you've got nitro on standby. You always have to mix it up. Use a knife if it's available, maybe a stroke. There's more than one way to kill a pig. (laughing) Jackson: The next thing is about our conversations. You were encouraging me to keep testing on you but… were those thoughts even my own? Did you convince me or was this just a part of your plan? D-1958: It didn't matter what I said. I just needed you to believe that you had been convinced by me. However, as it turns out your actions and thoughts were all directed by yours truly. We've had a lot of fun together, Jackson, although I was reeeeally stretching it with your plot armor. Allowing you to continue testing despite all the trouble you caused. Jackson: So Director Richter wasn't being lenient… D-1958: Pssh. When is she ever lenient? She nearly fires Chudley every week for being a minute late. Oh, you naive little man. Every moment up to this point has been orchestrated by Izanami's Grimoire! I cooked up this vile plot by the Chaos Insurgency to trick the Foundation into picking up the book and then falling into your hands. You would feed me as many stories as possible, trying his best to save my victims but it was only making me stronger. Then as everyone started to shun you for your actions, you would come crawling to someone who shared your interest… me. Did you know that I don't have to kill the first person who touches me? I can keep a person in the back pocket and switch victims if I like. [Jackson appears distraught at D-1958's words.] Jackson: No. That’s not possible, I'd never touched the book before today… w-wait. When the Sigmas got back, -8 handed me the-, oh god. He handed me the book! D-1958: You got it all figured out huh? Well, let me tell you this little secret. When I told you there was a ledger that needed to be balanced? This is me balancing it. [D-1958 terminates Researcher Jackson and takes SCP-6419 from his body. They leave and are seen walking down the halls of the Pataphysics Department. They arrive in front of Researcher Chudley and the rest of the D-Class survivors.] Chudley: D..D-1958? Where did you come from? Did you get lost? D-1958: I was just… tying up a loose end. I managed to get that book from earlier. [D-1958 shows the book to Chudley.] Chudley: Six four nineteen? D-1958 p-put that down right now! D-1958: Why? It's been a minute, I know how all this works. I also know how scared you are right now Chudley. I wrote you to be this way and you'll make for a lovely new story in my pages. [Chudley moves to shield a few nearby D-Class as D-1958 opens the book.] Johnston: EVERYONE CLOSE YOUR EYES NOW! [Researcher Johnston enters the frame of the camera wearing ear protection and tosses a flashbang that bathes the footage in white light for ten seconds. A gunshot is heard and when the flash clears, D-1958 has been terminated. There is groaning and sounds of pain from the survivors.] Chudley: G..god! My… ears are ringing… Johnston: Sorry Chudley… oh you probably can't hear me. (Johnston turns her head) Sigmas! Someone find a drone and get this thing secured! [Recording stopped] 1:30:00: The Red Scar manages to escape from Site-78, leaving four mangled MTF in her wake. Σ-26 begins to do a sweep of the remaining departments. The remaining CI commandos are captured and sent for processing. More From This Author More From This Author SYTYCFanon's Works SCPs SCP-7899 (+35) • SCP-7682 (+88) • SCP-6187 (+24) • SCP-7560 (+35) • SCP-7990 (+74) • SCP-7970 (+57) • SCP-5938 (+30) • SCP-3452 (+36) • SCP-7110 (+27) • SCP-4230 (+36) • SCP-6952 (+72) • SCP-7261 (+119) • SCP-2704 (+57) • SCP-7233 (+68) • SCP-7975 (+109) • Tales/GoI Formats AAR-7890-Logovo Volka (+33) • The Dangers of Dating a Tyrannical God (or: How I Managed to Save the World Through Romance Alone) (+16) • Love in The Time of Chugwater (+17) • A Tale of Two Chugwaters (+9) • The Site-78 Halloween Special! 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{$caption} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Reviewers be advised that this document contains explicit descriptions of body mutilations, violence, suicidal thoughts and arachnids. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-6420 Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter around SCP-6420-1 must be guarded at all times. Any civilians entering the area should be turned away and informed that SCP-6420-1 is hazardous and unstable. The cadaver of Tal Kinigl, is to be kept in cold storage at Auxiliary Research Facility-19. When brought into Foundation custody, SCP-6420-2 should be placed in high-security humanoid containment1. Two instances of SCP-6420-3 should be held in separate, high-security animal containment cells, and fed orchard hay and flies daily. A cadaver of an SCP-6420-3 instance should be contained in safe cold storage. Any SCP-6420-3 instances not found in Foundation custody are to be incinerated. Description: SCP-6420 is the collective designation for a series of anomalies located inside and in the area of a dilapidated house in rural Michigan. SCP-6420-1 is the former residence of Tal Kinigl and Isa Kinigl. Tal Kinigl is a human cadaver presently afflicted by an instance of SCP-6420-3. SCP-6420-2 is a living humanoid afflicted by SCP-6420-3.2 Instances of SCP-6420-3 are parasitic kits3 bearing genomic and phenotypical commonalities with lagomorphae4 and arachnea.5 SCP-6420-3 are ~0.7 cm in length. When placed on the back of the neck of a sapient humanoid, SCP-6420-3 bites and burrows through the neck into the subject's brainstem. Reaching the pituitary gland, SCP-6420-3 excretes an unknown hormone. Discovery: On 2021/02/17 agents Joseph Królik and Mackenzie "Macky" Coinín investigated SCP-6420-1 after the Foundation detected low Hume levels in the area. Investigation Log 2021/02/17 Location: SCP-6420-1 Investigators: Agents Joseph and Macky <Begin Log> [Image is of a two-story house in the countryside. Large firs have grown through the house. White rabbits hop outside the building. Snow lightly falls.] Macky: They weren't kidding about the rabbits. Joseph: Do you not like rabbits? Macky: I like rabbits but sometimes they can be disturbing. [They step up to the house. The rabbits do not move, but watch the agents. There's evidence of forced entry. Joseph notices something on the ground outside the door.] [Joseph picks up two small objects, later identified as a mezuzah6and a hamsa7.] [Joseph takes a deep breath as he steps inside. The agents turn their flashlights on as they enter.] Macky: (whispers) Hail Mary, full of grace— [Macky and Joseph put on their infrared goggles and switch their video feed. The agents enter into the main entryway. The stairway and hallways are barely visible due to the thickness of foliage and spiderwebs.] [Joseph pans the infrared camera across the entryway. Both hallways and the upstairs show groups of rabbit heat signatures.] [Extraneous footage removed.] [The agents reach the second floor. Snow falls from holes in the ceiling. The agents see fresh large tracks and follow. It leads to an open door with a large heat signature. As they approach, the heat signature takes the shape of an upright rabbit. The hinges on the door are dislodged and broken. Macky turns her infrared off before entering the room. She peers her head inside.] [The room is lit from an outside window. The window is smashed in by a tree branch. Snow banks grow in the room as the blizzard approaches.] [SCP-6420-2 is in the corner hunched over a dead body later identified as Tal Kinigl. SCP-6420-2 covers its face with humanoid hands.] [Macky indicates to Joseph to follow her into the room.] Macky: Hello, bunny. SCP-6420-2: (soft whimpers) Macky: It's okay bunny, can you understand me? SCP-6420-2: (shakes and whimpers) [Joseph follows behind Macky.] Macky: We aren't going to hurt you, if you can understand us, we want to ask you a fe- SCP-6420-2: (thumps loudly) [Macky and Joseph freeze. A minute passes before a responding thump shakes the house. Guttural honking8 is recorded.] [The agents turn toward the door, the camera reveals multiple rabbits staring.] [There is loud hissing behind Macky. SCP-6420-2 pounces. Macky screams as she wrestles with SCP-6420-2 in the snow drifts. The rabbits outside the door lunge at Joseph. He kicks and bats them away while retrieving his gun.] [Macky's camera falls into the snow bank during the struggle. It records SCP-6420-2 ripping Macky's rosary from her neck. Joseph fires his gun at the rabbits who regroup and make an attempt to lunge again.] [Macky screams as SCP-6420-2 shoves a kit into the base of her neck. Joseph turns around and kicks SCP-6420-2 off of Macky. He manages to shoot the anomaly in the thigh as it jumps out of the open window.] Joseph: Macky!? [She is unresponsive and Joseph picks her up] [His camera shows a red and purple indent at the base of her neck, a pink polyp sticks out. He removes his field knife and tries to remove the polyp. Hissing comes from behind him. He replaces his knife for his gun and heads toward the window.] Joseph: Shit. (slings Macky over shoulder) [He looks over at the window, shoots at the approaching rabbits and runs to the window. He looks down, part of the first story roof is under the window sill.] [Blood trails off the roof and toward the front of the house. He crawls out of the window, balancing himself and Macky. He follows SCP-6420-2's tracks to the side of the house.] [Joseph jumps off the roof, bracing himself and Macky for impact. Macky rolls over in the snow and Joseph lays on his back. The snow fall has picked up. He curses as he stands and picks up Macky. Rabbits jump from the roof. Joseph moans with pain as he runs toward the car.] [The hissing and guttural honking grow louder. Joseph turns around and sees the rabbits a few meters away from him and Macky. He draws out his gun and shoots a few of the sprinting rabbits. It scares the oncoming horde long enough for him to close the gap to the car. Wind and snow pick up as the stormfront approaches their area. Vision is obscured.] [Sounds of labored breathing. The car door opening and slamming.] Joseph: (yelling) It'll be OK Macky. [Car engine turns over and the sound of wheels are heard as Joseph drives off.] [Macky’s abandoned camera feed continues for another hour until buried by the snow drift. During that time it records rabbits binkying9 and playing in the snow.] <End Log> Through cooperation with Agent Mackenzie Coinín, crucial observations were made to the stages of SCP-6420-3 symptoms and infection. Below are logs recorded by Agent Coinín during the infection stages and post-operation. Agent Mackenzie Coinín's Logs 2021/02/18 14:08 I woke up in a hospital bed. They informed me that I had been attacked and infected by SCP-6420-2 but I barely remember investigating the house with Joseph. My head feels light and I'm dizzy. I touched the back of my neck and felt the scab the critter left. Researcher Davis came into the room and gave me this laptop. He requested that I keep a daily log of my activities and thoughts. Well my thought is that this sucks. I mean, there's a lot more to it than that. I might be in shock. The last thing I remember is climbing the stairs with Joseph. The laptop isn't connected to the internet. I'm bored so I looked for games on the laptop. I like chess, and that's the only game on it I like. 2021/02/19 22:01 My skin has been really itchy and dry. I told the medical staff this and they gave me some lotion. It helps a little. We don't know what the symptoms of the infection are so… this could be part of it? 2021/02/20 01:08 The hair on my arm has gotten longer and it grows in thick patches. I'm trying not to itch myself or pick at the hairs by instead playing chess and writing. I forgot how incredibly bad I am at chess. 03:06 The itching is unbearable and I'm typing this to complain about it. I'm also attempting to ignore it. I scratched so hard an hour ago that I bled. Staff patched it up and is monitoring me. They might have to tie my hands up, the itchiness is… indescribable. 2021/02/20 06:28 Staff had to strap me to my bed while the hair fur grew in the rest of the way. I'm only typing this now because the itchiness has finally stopped. To keep my mind off of the hare I'm goin play chess! Get it? Hare! I know I'm slowly turning into some horrible critter but I still need to laugh! 07:10 I can't focus on chess at the moment. I have a splitting headache, I touched the back of my head and found two bumps. I'm going to start crying. I alerted staff and Researcher Davis inspected my head. He said he wanted to minimize my pain, but that since they don't know what's going to happen he's cautious about it. 2021/02/20 07:43 I can hear bugs scurrying inside the walls. The sound echos in my skull. I'm trying to ignore the ears. I'm trying to ignore the ears. But I can't ignore it. I can hear everything. I can hear the staff outside talking about other anomalies and I can hear them talking about me. They sound so cold. I'm just another one of these freak critters we box up… I've been working here for a few years and I know what I signed up for but did I really know what I signed up for? I couldn't have imagined… Oh God, I have a headache again. 2021/02/22 14:10 My mouth started bleeding and I held teeth in my hands as they pushed out of my skull. I screamed. New teeth split through my gums. Staff arrived. I don't know what Davis expects me to type. I don't know what's going on and I'm scared. 2021/02/22 17:12 it shard to keep my eyes open im overwhelemed by the sight and the light in the room. my face is numb but it wasnt a little while ago haha, they gave me morphine. i dont know what davis wants me to type at this point?? whats going on with me? my face is fucking different, when it grew it felt like my nose was pushed out of my face. but my eyes, my fucking eyes. hot searing pain down the sides of my skull and when my eyes readjusted? the pain was cold and bloomed from where they moved to im certain i look like one of the critters now but i can t really think about it. i asked staff why joseph isnt visiting me, they said that he doesnt have the clearance at this point well fuck protocols right? 2021/02/23 14:01 i tried to ask staff to play music or something in my room, i cant speak and when i realized this i screamed. when i heard staff arrivied i typed "i cant speak". davis came and did a quick test. im bored, i cant see, i cant speak i requested that i have some music in my room 2021/02/23 20:34 i heard bones cracking and sinew and and nerves stretch— the pain ached and was fire and ice— i vageuly remember falling off the bed and shouting from staff. i woke up with a numb feeling in my legs. they dont feel right. davis calmly informed me that my legs are like rabbit hnd quarters. i dont have any comments about this, my body still aches, im still hooked to drip morphine, i still cant speak and i cant see anything. i dont want to think about the pain. i know davis needs my to type but jesus, mary, and joseph i cant describe it!!!! 2021/02/27 15:27 my abdoman is swollen and feels like an icicle was jammed into it. im bored and cant keep my mind off of the pain ive never felt pain like this staff took a look and i could hear them out in the hallway the results of the MRI is en egg sac growing in my stomach, or my abdoman, or wahtever lower intensitnes??i cant cry anymore im too tired im going to nap and ill write more later 2021/04/15 23:11 i was in a dark, gray ocean. salt was on my lips as i swam towards the surface but i couldnt breach, i suffocated and woke up in a blinding white room. it was cold. i heard joseph's voice and a silloute of a rabbit stood in front of me in the blinding light. i heard joesph's voice again and i woke up again. i felt the rough, warm hospital sheets, and joseph saying "shes woken up! she's woken up!" he asked me how i felt. im still mute he realized this and got me the laptop… i cried and told him that i dont know what happened or where i was …im in an intensive care wing in arf 19 and davis' research team performed operation to remove the egg sac joseph said i was out for a month and a half. he's glad that im alive but i cant stop crying. i'd rather be dead than be this More from fairydoctor Close me! SCPs: SCP Created Rating Comments Length SCP-6420 25 May 2021 20:59 106 25 15512 SCP-5561 08 Jul 2021 20:30 68 48 17183 page 1 of 3123next » Foundation Tales: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Prose Bot and Perseverance 24 Mar 2021 02:56 30 1 7667 Daisy the Clown 29 Mar 2021 22:23 32 5 5156 page 1 of 7123...67next » Footnotes 1. The search for SCP-6420-2 is ongoing as of 2021/04/15. 2. The identity of SCP-6420-2 is conjectured to be Isa Kinigl. 3. Baby rabbits. 4. Order consisting of rabbits, hares and pika. 5. Order including spiders. 6. A small cylinder that contains a Jewish prayer. Usually affixed to doorposts. 7. An image of a hand, with an eye in the center. This image is traditionally considered a token of protection. 8. Rabbits are known on occasion to honk when they are excited or upset. 9. A twist in mid-jump. This behavior indicates a happy rabbit. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6420" by fairydoctor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6420. Licensed under CC-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: 6420-bathroom_small.png Author: fairydoctor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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by NDHeckfire Item#: SCP-6421 Level3 Containment Class: chesed Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Provisional Site-820 Director Tiera Uriarte Dr. Ulises Velazquez MTF Twilight-23 ("As below, so above") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:1 At this time, proper and complete containment of SCP-6421 has been restricted due to the BREAKNECK Agreement, originally devised by the Chilean presidential government, the Global Occult Coalition (GOC), and the SCP Foundation. According to the guidelines of the Agreement, any individuals (who are not currently affected with SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard) wanting to enter the borders of Chile are to undergo a Class-III Memetic Inoculation Procedure, disguised as a newly-implemented cognitive-behavioral test examination. Operative agents of MTF Twilight-23 are to patrol areas and/or locations that possess a high-probability of an instance of SCP-6421-A appearing. Each operative is to be equipped with a standard-issue SCRAMBLE goggles2, to mitigate SCP-6421-A's effect. If an instance is ever discovered, it is to be immediately taken down and incinerated. As per the GOC's stipulation of the Agreement, if at any moment that the number of human subjects affected by SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard reaches over the current population of Chile (presently 17574003 individuals)3 or if the SCP-6421 phenomenon has started to occur in countries other than Chile, all associated parties are to properly carry out Protocol 8469-GREEN OCTAVIUS (See Addendum 6421.5 for more information). An instance of SCP-6421-A. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6421 is the designation given to an anomalous phenomenon that initially started in the year 2017, affecting multiple types of billboards and posters that are primarily or currently located in Chile. These affected billboards and posters, designated as SCP-6421-A instances, usually depict a photo or an artwork of the fictional Marvel Comics character, Spiderman, as being the current President of the Republic of Chile. Instances of SCP-6421-A contains a cognitohazardous property, where any human subjects directly viewing them will come to believe that Spiderman is the current President of the Republic of Chile, and will usually ignore all pronouncements or evidence that states otherwise. Class-A Amnestics has been proven to be effective in mitigating SCP-6421-A's effect. However, large doses of amnestics are needed to properly accomplish this, thus the likelihood of subjects experiencing painful migraines, cerebral hemorrhaging, and permanent brain damage is dangerously high. Subjects affected with SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard for a long period of time, usually from 3 to 4 days, have been noted to experience a drastic behavioral change. Prolonged observation of these subjects has revealed that the behavior change includes: Being more involved in ceremonies and/or events that are meant to improve patriotism among residents in Chile, Having increase fascination in state and governmental affairs revolving around Chile, Becoming unusually more compliant with any law, bylaw, or state ordinance passed by any governmental body within Chile. It is estimated that over 2.3% of the global population is affected by SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard. ADDENDUM 6421.1: Experiment Log Experiment 6421-01 Date: 03/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-2844), who has a basic knowledge of Marvel's Spiderman and the country Chile. Observations: As expected, D-2844 presently believes the fact that Spiderman is the current president of Chile. Conclusions: N/A Experiment 6421-02 Date: 03/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-7277), who has no prior knowledge of the country Chile but has a basic understanding of Marvel's Spiderman. Observations: D-7277 presently believes that Spiderman is the current president of a small country located somewhere in South America. Analysis: When D-7277 was given a map of South America and was asked to show the current location of where he thinks the country that was previously mentioned is located, he failed to do so. Conclusions: SCP-6421-A seems to only affect the perception of absurdity of the subjects, but doesn't seem to be capable of altering the subject's current knowledge of the absurdity. See next experiment. Experiment 6421-03 Date: 04/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-5887), who has no prior knowledge of the Marvel franchise but possesses basic knowledge of the country Chile. Observations: Despite the subject's lack of knowledge, D-5887 presently believes that Spiderman is the current president of Chile. When D-5887 was asked to describe Spiderman, he was capable of giving a basic description and the classic backstory of Spiderman. Analysis: When D-5887 was asked to name other fictional characters from the Marvel franchise, he failed to do so. Conclusions: SCP-6421-A seems to be capable of altering the current knowledge of Spiderman of a subject. This seems to directly contradict the previous experiment. Experiment 6421-04 Date: 04/12/2018 Presiding: Dr. Ulises Velazquez and Jr. Researcher Marcelo Parrilla Intent: To further study and research SCP-6421-A's effect on human subjects that fit within a certain and given criterion, and to also hopefully discover a limit to SCP-6421-A's effect. Procedure: An instance of SCP-6421-A was exposed to an individual (D-4837), who has no prior knowledge of neither the Marvel franchise nor the country Chile. Observations: Despite the subject's lack of knowledge, D-4837 presently believes that Spiderman is the current president of a small country located somewhere in South America. Conclusions: This experiment seems to show that SCP-6421-A is capable of altering the subject's current knowledge of Spiderman, but can't seem to affect the subject's knowledge of the country Chile. ADDENDUM 6421.2: Interview Log The following is an interview conducted to properly study and research the mindset of a human subject affected by SCP-6421's cognitohazard. Interviewed: Ramiro Beltram, a human adult male currently living in Santiago, Chile. Interviewer: Dr. Ulises Velazquez Foreword: This interview has been translated from Spanish. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Velazquez: Alright, we can officially begin. My name is Dr. Ulises Velazquez and I'm here with our subject, Ramiro Beltram. Thank you for agreeing to volunteer for this interview, Mr. Beltram. Mr. Beltram: Oh, it's fine. Always happy to help. Dr. Velazquez: So, we're just going to ask you some questions, and you may answer to the best of your abilities. Mr. Beltram: Alright. Dr. Velazquez: Great. (Pauses) So, the first question; Do you believe the fact that Spiderman is the current president of your country? Mr. Beltram: Umm, yeah, obviously. Everybody knows that. Dr. Velazquez: As in, Spiderman? From Marvel Comics? Mr. Beltram: Yes, that Spiderman. Dr. Velazquez: Are you sure? Mr. Beltram: Positive, yeah. Dr. Velazquez: So you believe that a fictional superhero character created by a comics company for entertainment is right now running your country? Mr. Beltram: Well, you don't have to make it sound stupid. Dr. Velazquez: W-what do you mean by "stupid"? The only reason why it sounds "stupid" is how you can actually believe such an absurd concept! Mr. Beltram: Hey! Just because both of us have different political views is not an excuse for you to be rude, alright? Dr. Velazquez: Different political views? What are you on about? Spiderman is not real! He's fictional! Mr. Beltram: Fictionality doesn't have anything to do with real-world politics. It's all about bravery, commitment, and a true sense of justice. Whether it's fiction or not is something we, the citizens, can look over because it's not important. Dr. Velazquez: …Okay, so you're saying fictionality is irrelevant? So it's entirely possible for, let's say, Darth Vader to be properly elected by the people as the President of the United States of America? Mr. Beltram: Of course not! Darth Vader's not real. And besides, who in the right mind would vote for him in the first place? (Silence on recording.) Dr. Velazquez: You're a son of a- <END LOG> Closing Statement: Other interviews conducted with different individuals affected with SCP-6421-A's cognitohazard has yielded somewhat similar results with the preceded interview. ADDENDUM 6421.3: Discovery On 04/05/2017, Foundation Agent Brionna Torres was visiting her mother and little sister in Santiago, Chile during her 2-week work vacation. Before this, Agent Torres's mother and sister has both been affected with an instance of SCP-6421-A, unbeknownst to Agent Torres. Agent Torres noticed that her sister was drawing a picture depicting Spiderman wearing a suit with the words "Presidenta de Chile"4 captioned below the drawing. When Agent Torres asked what the significance of the drawing was, her sister looked at her with confusion. Agent Torres then asked her mother regarding the circumstance, but she also was confused with Agent Torres's question. As per the Foundation Agent Regulation-274H5, Agent Torres immediately reported her situation to personnel from Provisional Site-820, with two Foundation field agents being sent in to investigate. The agents in question, Field Analyst Aurkena Crespo and Marcos Rana, reported that they first interviewed multiple individuals living closely with Agent Torres's mother, with almost all of them sharing the same perception of Spiderman being the President of Chile. They first reported that the possible anomaly might be a memetic absurdity perceptive contagion. The agents then contacted multiple highly-trained Foundation memeticists to investigate the situation further. On 26/05/2017, multiple Foundation personnel were reported to be affected with the "memetic contagion". After this was known, Memetic Quarantine Site-HF645 was immediately erected 10 kilometers from the city of Santiago, Chile. During this, the Overseer Council has classified the current situation as a Stage-III Threat to Normalcy. Multiple neutralization efforts were underway. The Global Occult Coalition somehow became aware of the situation in Chile and attempted to aid Foundation personnel in successfully neutralizing the anomaly, with them offering a large number of their paratechnological equipment to the Foundation. However, the actual current president of Chile, Michelle Bachelet, halted all of the Foundation and the GOC's operations. When President Bachelet was informed of the memetic anomaly affecting multiple residents of Santiago and the importance of the neutralization efforts, she arranged a formal discussion with Director Jean Karlyle Aktus (Foundation Head of the Department of External Affairs) and General Konstantin Mulhausen (GOC External Operations Chief). The results of the discussion can be seen in Addendum 6421.4. ADDENDUM 6421.4: Discussion Log The following is a transcript of a discussion initially conducted by President Michelle Bachelet, with Foundation Director Aktus and Coalition General Mulhausen present. This session was held within President Bachelet's private presidential office. <BEGIN LOG> Director Aktus: -kay for us to record this session, Mrs. President? For recordkeeping reasons? President Bachelet: Sure, of course. Only so you boys can be reminded to teach yourselves a lesson or two on some manners. Like asking for some direct permission from someone before you go trying to quarantine their capital state. General Mulhausen: Sorry for not informing you earlier, Mrs. President, but it was a sudden decision. President Bachelet: Yes, I've already read some of your reports on the situation. Something about a… "memetic absurdity perceptive contagion"? Director Aktus: That's what our friends from Site-43 can deduce for now. Basically, the contagion somehow alters the human perception of thought, and introduces to them certain absurd concepts that will somehow make an individual accept it as normal baseline reality. There's also evidence of a progressive behavioral change, but we're still looking into that. General Mulhausen: This contagion has affected a large number of residents of Santiago, and verified reports have revealed that other individuals from multiple other major cities in Chile are also affected. President Bachelet: Huh, I guess that means it works. (Silence on recording.) Director Aktus: …Uhh, ma'am, what do you mean by "it works"? General Mulhausen: Do you have other information you're not telling us regarding the anomaly? President Bachelet: Of course I do! I'm the one that technically created "the anomaly". (Long silence on recording.) General Mulhausen: You… created the anomaly? President Bachelet: I technically created the anomaly. Emphasize on technically. Director Aktus: W-where? When? How? Why? President Bachelet: Woah, slow down there. I made an anomaly, not time traveled. General Mulhausen: Mrs. President, have you maybe created this anomaly by purpose or by accident? Is it possible that you were under the influence of another individual? President Bachelet: I assure you, General, I was of sound mind and body when the anomaly is created. Director Aktus: B-but why? It doesn't make sense! President Bachelet: Let me ask you gentleman a question; When's the last time you've heard someone truthfully and honestly say that they would die for their own country? That they would sacrifice everything; their friends, their family; for the good of their country? (A few seconds of silence.) President Bachelet: Exactly. No one cares about that anymore. Now people only do it because we said they have to do it. They're not doing it voluntarily or willingly anymore. Liberty and autonomy are completely lackluster, to everyone on this whole goddamn planet. Patriotism is dead. But, I've decided that my country will not be that way. A whole new path has shown and presented me the true road towards true freedom and liberation. I have promised myself that Chile will not fall prey to the treachery that is unwillingness. General Mulhausen: How did you manage to achieve that? Did you have help? President Bachelet: I very much did. I contacted a very old friend of mine from London, some fellow named Penrose. I saved his business from some legal trouble a while back in 2007, so he owes me big time. Anyway, I enlisted his help and told him of my predicament. He contacted another acquaintance of his, whom I can't remember the name of at the moment. I think he was some fellow who was named after a planet or something. Anyway, he was more of an expert in these kinds of things. They explained that the only way for it to properly work is that the people need to believe in something else. Something completely different. Something that isn't real. Something entirely… fictional. Director Aktus: And you chose Spiderman? Why? President Bachelet: Why not? He is a great example of a great and true leader. He has the bravery to risk his life for other people, the commitment of not stopping to save lives because of his own misfortunes, and a true sense of justice in fighting crime. He is the equivalent of how a leader should properly act. Sure, he has clashed with hardships over the years of his life. Girlfriends die, family members killed, and yet, he's still keeping on believing that the world could be better. Director Aktus: …Huh, I see… General Mulhausen: But, Mrs. President, what will happen to your position within the UN Council? It would certainly cause some political disputes and problems. You can't represent yourself and the Republic of Chile as a fictional character. President Bachelet: Don't forget, General, I am still the actual President of Chile. I shall represent myself as normal and through standard protocol. General Mulhausen: …Of course. I shall bring this new discovery to the proper PSYCHE Division. Director Aktus: I suppose I too shall bring this to the Overseers, and probably see what they say. I must admit, this situation is very… different and complicated, even for the Foundation. President Bachelet: I'm sure the O5s and the 108 will understand. General Mulhausen: Well, thank you, Mrs. President, for properly arranging this discussion on behalf of both of our organizations. I shall now take my leave. Director Aktus: Although, I do have one more question, Mrs. President; How did you spread this anomaly? Did you have a "Patient Zero"? Are you the "Patient Zero"? President Bachelet: (Chuckles) You still think this is a "memetic contagion"? Director Aktus: Uhh… President Bachelet: Have you noticed any difference with the billboards, Director? Director Aktus: Oh. <END LOG> Following this discussion, SCP-6421 was properly discovered and the BREAKNECK Agreement was quickly devised under the recommended guidelines of President Bachelet, Director Aktus, and General Mulhausen. The Agreement was then proposed to the GOC Council of 108, which was subsequently approved. It was then summarily proposed to the entirety of the Overseer Council, with the results seen below: O5 COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY PROPOSAL: "Approve all of the proper guidelines, regulations, requirements, specifications, stipulations, and parameters proposed within the BREAKNECK Agreement to hopefully mitigate SCP-6421's threat to normalcy." (Dir. Aktus) COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED NOTES: Some of the Agreement's guidelines has been edited and properly updated accordingly to incorporate Protocol 8469-GREEN OCTAVIUS. ADDENDUM 6421.5: Protocol 8469-GREEN OCTAVIUS Location: Provisional Site-820 Date: 22/08/2017 Individuals Present: Foundation Director Jean Karlyle Aktus and GOC General Konstantin Mulhausen <BEGIN LOG> General Mulhausen: It's been a long time since I've been in an actual Foundation site. Lotta things has changed, though. Too bad I wasn't there to see this organization grow. Director Aktus: Yeah? And who's fault is that, I wonder? General Mulhausen: Don't ruin this for me, Jean. Director Aktus: Jesus, I still can't believe that they actually gave you fucking job in the goddamn Coalition, even after what you did to those villagers in Portugal, you ruthless, merciless son of a bitch. If the Committee existed back then, your ass would be full of lead. General Mulhausen: I'm a changed man now, Jean. I'm different from… before. Director Aktus: Cut the bullshit, Mulhausen. Are you gonna tell me why you wanted me to arrange this whole discussion in the first place? General Mulhausen: I wanted to talk about the current protocols for SCP-6421. You and I both know that the creation of the Agreement is not enough to limit the anomaly in itself. Someday, one way or another, it will affect other countries, and then we'll have a bigger problem on our hands. Director Aktus: So, do you have a plan of some sort? General Mulhausen: I do, infact. General Mulhausen reaches into his coat and produces a file folder documentation and hands it to Director Aktus. Director Aktus receives it and slowly opens, before reading it thoroughly. Director Aktus: You're planning on making an… antimeme? General Mulhausen: Yes. Unfortunately, the GOC doesn't have the proper resources to create an effective antimeme, but I'm sure Wheeler from the Antimemetics Division is very much capable. Director Aktus: The Foundation has an Antimemetics Division? General Mulhausen: The antimeme would feature an anti-cognitohazard that would cause any that perceive it to forget the entire existence of Spiderman from the Marvel franchise. In case of a breach from SCP-6421, we'll deploy the antimeme to every government, news organization, and anomalous agency on the planet. Once the job is finished, the antimeme would be installed to itself a mnemonic self-eradication perceptor, so it would destroy itself so the only people who would remember Spiderman are the only the 108 Council and the Overseers. Director Aktus: Okay, if that is achievable, what about the movies? The games? The merchandises? General Mulhausen: The antimeme will take care of that, I'm sure. Director Aktus: You've really thought about this through, haven't you? General Mulhausen: I always do, Jean. Director Aktus: (Clears throat) I do notice that you haven't given this a name yet. General Mulhausen: Yeah, I'm still thinking about that. Director Aktus: Well, since this is an attempt to finally and completely destroy Spiderman, what about… "Green Octavius"? General Mulhausen: Heh, nice. <END LOG> As of 02/09/2017, the antimemetic proposed by General Mulhausen was successfully created by the Foundation Antimemetics Division. It is currently stored within a secured and encrypted file server located in Provisional Site-820, that can only be accessed by the GOC Council of 108 and the Overseer Council. Footnotes 1. Chesed: Containment and control of the anomaly greatly affect the internal affairs of the organization related to the item. The anomaly is now co-contained by the Foundation and associated organizations. 2. SCRAMBLE goggles, originally developed by Dr. Daniel Oleksi, are a device used by the Foundation that is capable of filtering out memetic and/or cognitohazards from the perception of the viewer. However, prolonged use of the SCRAMBLE goggles will result in it slowly malfunctioning. 3. This number will update accordingly with the current birth-rate and death-rate of the human population of Chile by the Foundation Department of Analytics. 4. Translated from Spanish: President of Chile. 5. Section H-274 of the Foundation Agent Regulation: All personnel are to contact the nearest Foundation site if they were ever to experience an anomalous and/or paranormal event or occurrence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6421" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6421. Licensed under CC-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: poster.jpg Name: File:Spiderman Presidente.jpg Author: Rocío Mantis License: Creative Commons CC0 1.0 Universal Public Domain Dedication Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Spiderman_Presidente.jpg
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Item#: 6422 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: MTF Zeta-7 "Marriage Counselling" has been posted on the perimeter of Site 337. Zeta-7 reserves the right to turn away or imprison any tresspassers on sight. The 'danger region' of SCP-6422 is to be updated regularly. Access to the chamber containing SCP-6422 by more than one individual at a time is prohibited. The Primary Research Facility (PRF) is built directly on top of the cave containing SCP-6422. Personnel at the PRF are to be kept to a minimum at all times. All non-active personnel must remain in their quarters until they begin working or evacuate the premises immediately. Personnel on-site are expected to perform multiple tasks outside of their stated duties, including but not limited to janitorial duties and supply delivery in an effort to minimize personnel on-site. A psychologist must be present on-site at all times. All work shifts at Site 337 will begin with a mandatory psychological evaluation. In the event that the psychologist on-site deems any individual unfit to begin their shift they are to return to their chambers immediately. All work in which more than one individual must be present must be conducted in the presence of a psychologist. The psychologist is not allowed to speak to any personnel for the duration of the shift except in the event of signs of uncontrolled heightened aggression between present staff, in which case they are authorized to use any tactics up to and including a provided tranquilizer gun to isolate affected parties. Investigation into the ruins surrounding SCP-6422 is prohibited at this time. All instances of SCP-6422-1 which are found alive are to be detained immediately for questioning. Description: SCP-6422 is a cylindrical obelisk measuring approximately ten meters in height, tapering in diameter from the bottom to the top. SCP-6422 is comprised primarily of polished granite from the surrounding mountain range. Within the structure of the granite are several intrusions containing the wood of various tree species endemic to the region. The cells within the wood material are living, despite no obvious source of sustenance. Micro-structural analysis of the cells suggests that at some point during the creation of the obelisk, the cells rapidly flooded in through the base of the obelisk, acting as a viscous liquid. SCP-6422 is contained within a circular cave approximately ███ meters above sea level in a remote region of the Altai Mountains in Siberia. The inside of the cave is temperate at all times of year, even though there is a horizontal entrance and a natural skylight in the roof of the cave. Within this cave exist several flora and fungi species with anomalous properties1. It is possible for an individual to become 'attuned' to SCP-6422, at which point they begin manifesting the anomalous capacity to alter the shape, function, and structure of living plant matter around them. They are henceforth designated as SCP-6422-1. It is currently unknown how exactly this attunement process is accomplished, though several theories have been proposed. Selected instances of this power becoming manifest are documented in Addendum 2. All instances of SCP-6422-1 have been terminated or are currently unaccounted for. SCP-6422's secondary anomalous effects manifest when there are two or more people in close proximity within a region labeled the 'danger region' which currently spans a circular region of approximately 5 kilometers centered on SCP-6422. When two individuals within the 'danger region' engage in any conversation, verbal or nonverbal, the probability that the conversation will drift towards a topic in which the two will disagree appears to increase substantially. Upon reaching a disagreement, the two conversants will become fixated on the disagreement, escalating in conversational aggression, until finally both conversants engage in physical violence until one or both parties have collapsed or expired. The 'danger region' is currently expanding at a rate of approximately █ meters per day. The rate at which the 'danger region' expands appears to increase considerably if conflict is occurring within the 'danger region', and has been observed traveling in excess of ████ meters per day. Research into the conditions which control the expansion of the 'danger region' are considered a top-level priority. Within the 'danger region' of SCP-6422 exists the abandoned remains of an anomalous civilization which made extensive use of SCP-6422 for various purposes. The remains suggest the civilization used the powers of SCP-6422 for structural, agricultural, and religious ends which were heavily incorporated into daily activities. Addenda Testing Logs and Supplementary Documents + Addendum 1: Notable Tests and Events Pertaining to SCP-6422 - Close Document Addendum 1: Notable Tests and Events Pertaining to SCP-6422 Incident/Test Label Conditions of Incident/Test Incident/Test Results Test-6422-01 A remotely piloted drone with various sampling equipment was sent into the chamber containing SCP-6422 No ill effect was observed on the unmanned drone. Material properties of SCP-6422 were established. A condensed list of observed collected species can be found in Addendum 2. Test-6422-02 A single D-Class was instructed to enter the cave and remain there for one week. At several points during this period, the D-Class is instructed to consume several anomalous plant species which were independently determined to be safe for consumption. No behavioral ill-effects were observed for the entire duration. All consumed plant species had expected effects based on previous laboratory analysis. Test-6422-03 Two D-class were instructed to walk towards the 'danger region' of SCP-6422 and begin conversation. At roughly ████ meters from SCP-6422, the two D-Class rapidly changed subjects to a discussion on sports. The discussion rapidly deteriorated over the course of one minute into ad hominem, before abruptly erupting into physical conflict, at which point the two D-Class were tranquilized. Test-6422-04 Identical to Test-6422-03, performed within fifteen minutes of Test-6422-03. Results identical to Test-6422-03, except it is noted that the 'danger region' had expanded by roughly █ meters, more than the 'danger region' of SCP-6422 expands on a typical day. Incident-6422-02 A small construction crew was brought into the chamber containing SCP-6422. The goal of the crew was to remove SCP-6422 from its current position into a more manageable position at a dedicated site. The crew was instructed not to speak and is to be guided through earpieces connected from a safe distance. The crew were initially unsuccessful in moving SCP-6422, appearing to encounter a root system which rapidly regenerated upon physical damage. A proposal was made by a remote operative over earpiece to alter the removal plan, to which one member of the crew appeared to nod. Immediately after this, a second member of the crew non-verbally signaled disapproval, at which point the two crew members engaged in a small nonverbal disagreement which evolved into a melee involving two-thirds of the crew. After the combat had finished, all surviving crew members were instructed to remain in place as a task force was sent to collect the construction crew. Total casualties: 4. Test-6422-05 An unmanned drone equipped with a saw blade made of an anomalously hardened and strengthened steel alloy was tasked with the uprooting of SCP-6422. The drone was unsuccessful in removing SCP-6422 from its position; the saw blade became ineffectively dull after less than eight minutes of continuous use. Test-6422-06 After collecting propagatable samples from all plant species in the cave, several C4 charges were planted at the base of SCP-6422, with consideration given to minimize damage to SCP-6422. After the detonation of the charges, SCP-6422 was successfully wrested from the ground. The anomalous properties of SCP-6422 did not abate. Over the course of the subsequent week, a new instance of SCP-6422 grew in the place of the previous one. The separated SCP-6422 possessed no detectable anomalous properties.2 - Close Document + Addendum 2: An Abridged Inventory of Plant and Fungus Species Found Within SCP-6422 - Close Document Addendum 2: An Abridged Inventory of Plant and Fungus Species Found Within SCP-6422 Location of Recovery Plant Classification/Closest Relative Name Altered or Anomalous Properties Note: A total of 179 identified species which have not been altered to an anomalous degree have been removed for reading convenience. A total of 39 plants which have been altered to an anomalous degree but are not of research interest at this time have also been removed. SCP-6422 Chamber Sphagnum Sp./"Sphagnum Moss" Plant possesses a perimeter beyond which it does not grow. Removing moss from within the perimeter causes the moss to rapidly regenerate, refilling the perimeter. Pouring ash on the moss causes the moss to no longer regenerate on that region. Likewise, spores which have germinated on ground intentionally covered in a layer of clay dust will become a new perimeter. SCP-6422 Chamber Asplenium Sp./"Spleenwort" Plant leaves are circular instead of oblong as in other genus members. Leaves are very easy to separate from stem. Leaves contain compound with similar structure and effects to morphine, but with anomalously enhanced oral uptake and decreased onset of action. SCP-6422 Chamber Amanita Sp./"Fly Agaric" Mushroom cap contains a mix of blue and green dyes which stain the oral cavity upon consumption. Mushroom has no poisonous or psychoactive traits but instead contain various simple sugars and precursors to allyl isothiocyanate, granting the mushrooms a flavor profile which has been described by test subjects as "candied wasabi". Mushroom has been observed growing on nutrient poor soils including sand, concrete, and shredded plastic. Fields Surrounding SCP-6422 Carex Sp./"Carnation Sedge" Two different varieties have been identified, one with the upper flower enlarged and a vestigial lower flower, and one with an enlarged lower flower and vestigial upper flower. The upper flower on the former may be processed easily into a sort of flour and the lower flower on the latter is edible off of the stem, with an "undescribable sweet taste (sic)". Both are anomalously calorically dense. When [REDACTED] in the presence of several instances of SCP-6422-1, [REDACTED]. SCP-6422 Archaeological Sites 1,2,3a,3b Various Sp./Mix of "Silver Birch", "Siberian Larch", "Siberian Pine" Every remaining building in the area surrounding SCP-6422 appears to be constructed of a graft of several tree species, all living. All walkable surfaces appear to be comprised of buffed, lacquered silver birch, while all walls are constructed of Siberian larch. All window frames appear to be made of Siberian Pine which has been altered significantly; the sap produced by the trees is clear and rapidly cures upon contact with air into a glassy substance which comprises the windows. The byproduct of this curing is a volatile liquid which is odorless but appears to possess insecticidal properties. The structures generated in this manner range from simpler houses to complex and multi-storied housing. Site 3b possesses a now defunct watermill. The details of the construction of these buildings are largely unknown. - Close Document + Addendum 3: Catalog of Testing Requests by Date - Close Document Addendum 3: Catalog of Testing Requests by Date Date of Request/Requestor Nature of Request Verdict on Request/Reasoning Note: Dr. Johnathan ███ is no longer permitted to make testing requests. Dr ███ has been transferred off of Site 337 and may not be returned to Site 337. -Director Rayleigh 04/22/20██; Dr. Brich Permission to collect samples from within SCP-6422's chamber using unmanned drone. Granted. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/01/20██; Dr. Oh Permission to begin human testing with SCP-6422 Granted. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/09/20██; Dr. ███ Permission to make documentation of botanical species in SCP-6422 more comprehensive. Denied. The document is to only contain those species of potential use to the foundation. The files on-site are sufficient to catalog all species found. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/13/20██; Dr. Oh Permission to attempt to remove SCP-6422 from the cave so that it may be placed somewhere convenient. Granted. A construction crew will be sent to the PRF this Wednesday. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/13/20██; Dr. ███ Permission to prepare an expedition exploring the ruins surrounding SCP-6422. Denied. Following the events of Incident-6422-01 and the initial cataloguing of all plant species within the area, it was determined that there is no utility in further expeditions into any SCP-6422 Archaeological Sites. Further exploration would be a waste of resources. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/15/20██; Dr. ███ Permission to test SCP-6422 on non-Foundation personnel Denied, with Prejudice. There is no logical mechanism by which SCP-6422 could change behavior when tested on non-Foundation personnel. This, alongside the severe ethical violations is sufficient grounds to have you removed from the project. Any more suggestions like this official or otherwise will get you removed from the project. I understand that you and I both want to get to the bottom of this, but you can't step out of line to do it. -Site Dir. Rayleigh 05/23/20██; Dr. Brich Permission to attempt to remove SCP-6422 with an unmanned drone. Granted. I have ordered stronger saw blades. You may begin retrofitting the drone when they arrive. -Site Dir. Rayleigh. 05/29/20██; Dr. Red Permission to attempt to remove SCP-6422 with targeted explosives. Granted, provided you can minimize damage to SCP-6422. Pay attention, people, fresh ideas like this are necessary on this project. -Site Dir. Rayleigh. 06/05/20██; Dr. Oh Permission to enter the region affected by SCP-6422 to scan for subterranean anomalies. Pending. - Close Document WARNING Unauthorized access of any documentation beyond this point is punishable by immediate apprehension and termination. Your location and date of access will be logged and will be used to determine guilt in the event of an information leak. _ + INPUT SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 5- Close File _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01, Presented in Chronological Order Through Documentation- Close Document The following document has been heavily edited to maintain a coherent narrative. Full documentation requests may be made to the Clerical Office of Site 337, at [REDACTED]. Incident-6422-01 began on 03/30/20██ when the following internal Russian Federation memo detailing an armed conflict between representatives of the ████████ Prospecting Company was intercepted by MTF Iota-10 "Damn Feds" operatives: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-001- Close Document Memo Acquired at 12:13 on 03/30/20██. Translated from Russian. TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN, The situation south of █████-███████ has deteriorated since the initial memo. ██████ internal offices have been contacted and no corporate officials have any knowledge of an "obelisk" as described by contacted ground personnel. An investigation has been opened up but due to the severity of ground fighting in the region further information is sparse. All necessary agencies will be updated upon evolution of the situation. - ███████ ████████, Economic Security Service3 A joint operation between Russian Federation Black Ops and a small amnestics team successfully halted the ongoing conflict. Several members of ██████ were interviewed, but ultimately no new information was revealed. All combatant parties were successfully amnesticized and all evidence of ██████'s claim to the area was removed from federal and corporate documentation. After a brief monologue with the Russian Federation, control of the site was transferred to the Foundation. It was discovered during the de-escalation period that the region surrounding SCP-6422 was occupied by an undocumented civilization of instances of SCP-6422-1. What minimal linguistic and genetic analysis that was performed during this period suggests an admixture of Turkic-speaking steppe peoples, ethnic Mongols, and an undescribed culture and genotype, likely originating in Siberia. Foundation linguists suggest that the undescribed culture may be ████████ in nature, meaning the earliest date of divergence is roughly 12██ CE. The language spoken by the locals was sufficiently similar to modern Mongolian for a pidgin to be constructed for communication. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-002- Close Document Recorded Interview Conducted at 16:33 on 04/01/20██. Translated from Mongolian. Dr. ███: Please state your name for the record. SCP-6422-1-1: My name is [SCP-6422-1-1]. Dr. ███: Thank you. SCP-6422-1-1: Would you like anything to eat or drink? Dr. ███: No, thank you. I was told by other people here that you would be able to tell me where your people came from. SCP-6422-1-1: Ah, of course. My family has been tasked with the preservation of the (Daekhiil) for {27 generations}. Shall I begin? Dr. ███: Please. SCP-6422-1-1 clears his throat. SCP-6422-1-1: {Long before} the time of (Daekhiil), the █████ walked the Earth. The █████ was cruel and had many heads. █████ was one time so large that she wrapped her tail around the ocean far to the east where she did battle with the ocean, and the mountains far to the west where she did battle with the {men of earth and metal}. █████ kept men in chains and performed acts of blood upon the ground with the blood of those men. However those heads of the █████ were made weak by her fighting. By {5 generations} before the (Daekhiil) the █████ had grown so weak from her wars that it had shrunken into a pit to the north and east of here. And then all at once the ocean to the east swallowed █████ whole. The blood of █████ mixed with the earth and the salt and water of the ocean and the (Daekhiil) was made {32 generations} ago from the {holy broth}. Dr. ███: This is how it happened? SCP-6422-1-1 chuckles. SCP-6422-1-1: If history were not made easy to tell then it would not be told. Perhaps some of the history is embellished. But the answer to your question is certainly mostly yes. Dr. ███: And you are the (Daekhiil)? SCP-6422-1-1: Yes. Well, not quite. There is more to the story. The people who comprise the (Daekhiil) were born from dirt and not from others so a {great promise} had to be created by them for it could not be inherited. So our forebearers said amongst themselves that they hold the following {great promise} in their hearts and share that {great promise} with their children. There is no mud greater than any other mud. No person may cast blood upon the earth as █████ did. The seeds of the earth may guide us and we may guide those seeds of the earth. There is no power of the (Daekhiil) that is a power of one person. To make the (Daekhiil) eternal the obelisk was made (Daekhiil) so that one piece exists in physical stone for all time. Dr. ███: So the obelisk is also the (Daekhiil)? SCP-6422-1-1: The obelisk is the (Daekhiil) and the {great promise} is the (Daekhiil) and the people of this town are the (Daekhiil). Anyone who does not possess all three is not (Daekhiil). There is a short pause. Dr. ███: What were to happen if these promises were broken? SCP-6422-1-1: All those who break the {grand promise} of the (Daekhiil) may not commune with the obelisk of the (Daekhiil) until they have atoned. Periods of hardship usually follow such a transgression. Dr. ███: And how does one atone? SCP-6422-1-1: Atonement can only be done by sharing the (Daekhiil) as a gift to those who have never received the (Daekhiil). Some transgressions require sharing with only one other person. Some require many. Dr. ███: Alright, thank you for your time. SCP-6422-1-1: Likewise. Please visit any time. End interview. After primary reconnaissance on the nature of the anomaly done by Dr. ███ with the permission of the SCP-6422-1 instances, MTF Theta-4 "Gardeners" were moved on-site. Construction of the PRF began immediately following reconnaissance. Minimal resistance from locals was encountered. The majority of recorded information during the period of 04/03/20██ and 04/06/20██ was collected by Dr. Johnathan ███. The anomalous effects of SCP-6422 prevented sufficient record keeping, though an attempt at a reconstruction of a timeline of events will be made external to all documents provided. At 18:55 on 04/02/20██, Dr. ███ notes that progress on the containment of the anomaly had been slower since the acquisition of the anomaly from the SCP-6422-1 instances, citing disagreements between the commander of MTF Theta-4 and the at the time Site Director, Dr. Wilson. Dr. ███ attempts to characterize the anomaly through4 interview. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003a- Close Document Recording captured at 18:55 on 04/02/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced with bracketed instance numbers. Camera is sitting on a long table. Several SCP-6422-1 instances native to Site 337 are present. Instances of SCP-6422-1 appear to be in religious clothing of some sort. Dr. ███ is out of frame. Dr. ███: Thank you for speaking with me on such short notice I understand that you are a decision-making body. The SCP-6422-1 instances present stare across the table, presumably at Dr. ███, before SCP-6422-1-2 speaks. SCP-6422-1-2: We will begin the town hall now. [SCP-6422-1-1], [SCP-6422-1-3], you may begin with the sedge ritual. Camera moves to capture SCP-6422-1-1 walk from the table, over to a small cabinet, retrieving two small objects. The objects are revealed to be flowers of modified Carex sp. as described in Addendum 02. Another SCP-6422-1 instance, presumably SCP-6422-1-3, moves to an adjacent cabinet and retrieves a drinking glass sized, tightly woven basket filled with soil. The second SCP-6422-1 instance places the basket on the table. SCP-6422-1-1 approaches the table and turns briefly to SCP-6422-1-2. SCP-6422-1-2 clears their throat and begins. SCP-6422-1-2: We have guided the seeds of the earth. May those seeds guide us. All present nod. SCP-6422-1-2 chuckles. SCP-6422-1-2: Now we are a decision-making body. Though I am afraid that a decision has already been made for us. SCP-6422-1-2 turns to a room adjacent to the meeting room. SCP-6422-1-2: [SCP-6422-1-4], bring the last meeting's {omen}. A distant shuffling is heard. SCP-6422-1-4: Yes [SCP-6422-1-2] {sir}. A young male SCP-6422-1 instance comes from the side compartment. They are carrying an earthenware tray. On the tray is a basket like the others except it appears to have crumbled. On top of soil from the broken basket is a dead, wilted Carex. Sp. seedling as described in Addendum 02. A few audible gasps can be heard as the platter is set on the table, and the SCP-6422-1 instance brings the newly planted basket on a return trip with him to the room. SCP-6422-1-2 slouches into their chair and sighs. SCP-6422-1-2: The decision is that tragedy will come to the (Daekhiil) soon. SCP-6422-1-1 turns to a spot behind the camera, presumably Dr. ███. SCP-6422-1-1: The grain planted at each previous meeting is {an omen} for the days following the next meeting. In times of pestilence or failed crops the plant has wilted and died. In times before earthquakes the pot has broken. Both have never occurred simultaneously. SCP-6422-1-5: Then certainly there will be earthquakes and other hardships in the future. SCP-6422-1-3: But certainly that they are combined means that the calamity will be more than just one earthquake and one famine. That is what I am concerned about. SCP-6422-1-1: The roots are still living! They are large! The table seems astonished at this realization. The camera pans towards the dirt underneath the dying plant. The roots are observed rapidly growing approximately 1 centimeter. There are gasps across the table. Dr. ███: What does that mean? SCP-6422-1-2: That the worst will come to pass. The SCP-6422-1 instances in the meeting appear to become grave. SCP-6422-1-2: There is only one interpretation of this sign. █████ has returned to take her blood back and cast it here. The (Daekhiil) has decided to take the earth into it in preparation, and it has decided that it will not cooperate until the hardship has passed. SCP-6422-1-3: And it will store energy in the roots as many plants do? Will it not share any with us? SCP-6422-1-5: That is something we cannot know for certain, but considering that the {omen} has not shared its {omen seedling} then it is not likely. There are several nods of agreement. SCP-6422-1-2 turns once more behind the camera. SCP-6422-1-2: Those who command you, this 'S.C.P.', do they know of the danger of this {omen}? Dr. ███: Well I'm not sure, they've been arguing over procedure all day. I'll try to share it with them as soon as I can, I suppose. The SCP-6422-1 instances behind the camera appear to share pensive glances. Dr. ███: The organization I work for, it's called 'SCP' because it stands for something. It means secure, contain, protect. I'm certain that the people here are qualified to protect us all from whatever evil comes our way. The instances of SCP-6422-1 share nods of commitment. SCP-6422-1-1: Then we will begin our preparations immediately. You may stay and help us or you may return to your colleagues to warn them. Dr. ███: I will communicate with them remotely. I came to the valley to figure out what's going on here and the least I can do is help keep this place on the map. Thank you for your time. SCP-6422-1-2: Thank you. End video log. At some point before 04:34 on 04/03/20██, a GOC detachment appears to have entered the valley containing SCP-6422 from the north, travelled directly southeast towards the PRF, and set up in a mountain pass directly north of the PRF. The exact time of arrival of the GOC detachment is unknown as Foundation Personnel failed to report the GOC intrusion before armed combat broke out. A recording of the beginning of the skirmish is included below: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003b- Close Document Recording captured at 04:37 on 04/03/20██. Dr. ███ positions the video camera, revealing his face. He appears to be standing in a room dimly lit by an oil lamp. Dr. ███: Alright so I spent the night in the valley helping out the people here with preparations. They're all quite nice and it's fascinating but it's beside the point right now. Listen. Dr. ███ positions the camera towards the mountain containing SCP-6422. Visible light on the mountain suggests activity. The distant sound of gunshots can be heard. Dr. ███: So I got a radio communication on my walkie-talkie about, uhh, three minutes ago now and all it said was 'GOC operatives inbound' and I'm honestly kind of thinking it was a good idea to come down here. I've explained the situation to the people in charge in the valley and they've been heading around making sure everyone's alright still. Dr. ███ rotates the camera to bring his face into frame once more. He appears to be looking behind the camera at the activity. Dr. ███: I've radioed up to the PRF about a plan to maybe evacuate the valley if things get too hairy and they said they'll look into it soon, but I haven't gotten anything back yet. Dr. ███ wipes his face before looking into the camera once again. Dr. ███: These people here and the town they built isn't set up for war or a siege or anything. They don't have guns, they've got spears. No tactics. This is a group that might not have had any real internal or external conflict for close to ███ years. It's honestly kind of nerve-wracking. An unintelligible whisper is heard from deeper inside the dimly-lit house. Dr. ███: Alright we've gotta cut the lights and everything and stay quiet. I'll record again if there's an update. End video log. Military assistance was requested by MTF Theta-4 Commander Hathaway at 05:02 that morning, and by an O5 Council vote of 7 for, 2 against, 4 abstained, it was decided to send one company of AMTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" to rebuff the GOC detachment. AMTF Nu-7 arrives at 07:55 according to transponders on Nu-7 vehicles. The timeline of events is unknown until 09:12 the same morning, at which point Dr. ███ reported that the gunfire has reduced in frequency considerably. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003c- Close Document Recording captured at 04:37 on 04/03/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced. Video begins with Dr. ███'s face taking up entire camera frame. Dr. ███: Alright so it's been a night. There have been stray bullets but it looks like we all made it out OK. Video pans to reveal village area. Village is largely unscathed. A small amount of structural damage to buildings is visisble in frame as Dr. ███ walks along a dirt pathway through adense section. SCP-6422-1-1 and SCP-6422-1-4 travel with him. Dr. ███: Yeah, that's the important part. We're all fine. SCP-6422-1-4: The 'G-O-C', you called them that, they seek to destroy all (Daekhiil)? Dr. ███: Well, the obelisk, yeah. I-I mean there's not much of a difference though I imagine. Yeah they aren't too good for you guys. SCP-6422-1-4: Why? Dr. ███: Jeez uhh, well that's a complicated question, and I'm not exactly sure why exactly myself. It's like asking why the (Daekhiil) was built over on that mountain there and not this other mountain here. You'd need to know a lot of things about a lot of people I'd imagine. There is silence for a brief period. Suddenly there are the sounds of motored vehicles. SCP-6422-1-1: What is that? Who are they? SCP-6422-1-1 is seen pointing out of the frame of the camera. Before Dr. ███ is able to turn the camera, there is unintelligible yelling and the sound of gunshots. Dr. ███: SHIT! RUN! RU- End video log. The recording is interrupted at roughly 09:15 by the arrival of Chechen Dawn, an Islamic paramilitary organization based in Chechnya operating under the organizational banner of the Horizon Initiative. They appear to have arrived from due west, setting up their base of operations on the western side of the valley. A brief internal communication intercepted shortly after their arrival suggest a liaison to the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, though this connection is tenuous and not sufficiently established with available evidence: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-004- Close Document Transmission captured at 09:20 on 04/04/20██. Note: Transmission has been translated from Russian. Commander Maskhadan: This is Commander Aslan Maskhadan to all warriors of the Almighty. We have breached the perimeter of the valley and will begin operations immediately. You are to setup base wherever is convenient. Drive pagans from their homes if you need to. The collection and destruction of this obelisk is paramount. All across the Earth there are sons and daughters of Adam who count on us. In the West and to the South in Jerusalem and in Iran and to the East as well. They rely on our efforts to curb this threat. Fight as though their lives are at stake as well. Go! End transmission. No video evidence and zero outside communication are recorded from this point until 15:13 on 04/04/20██, at which point there is a large amount of radio activity involving Foundation personnel, GOC operatives, members of the Chechen Dawn, and two new parties coming from the west; an MC&D acquisitions agent known only as "Magpie" in communications, and a mercenary force comprised of anomalous PSHUD5 and special operatives, under the control of an 'Abraham J'. Both parties appeared to be in cooperation. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-005- Close Document Transmission captured at 15:13 on 04/03/20██. Transmission is between an unnamed party henceforth referred to as 'MC&D Operative' and the individual known as 'Magpie'. MC&D Operative: Magpie, do you copy? Magpie: Loud and clear. I don't have visual on the main target but I can pick out several good consolation prizes. MC&D Operative: You have permission to collect any botanicals or artifacts you believe will recuperate the operation costs. Be aware of SCP, GOC, and Horizon Initiative presence on the ground. You have a detachment of PSHUD units at your employ and mercenaries from our client as well. Stealth is optional but preferred. Magpie: Ah, tell me something I don't already know, boy. MC&D Operative: Our client and our fulfillment team is confident you can secure the target. Stay safe. Magpie: Plan on it. I won't be personally getting my hands dirty if I don't have to so I'll be able to update in real time. MC&D Operative: We will be listening with intent. Magpie chuckles. Magpie: Out. End transmission. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-006- Close Document Transmission captured at 15:17 on 04/03/20██. Transmission is between one Commander Maskhadan of Chechen Dawn and one PTOLEMY Quartermaster Bryce. Commander Maskhadan: I have been told that the Coalition operates on these channels? Quartermaster Bryce: Who is this? State your name and purpose immediately. Commander Maskhadan: Excellent. I hoped my radio technicians could contact you easily. I am Commander Maskhadan of the Chechen Dawn and I have an offer. There is a long pause. Brief snippets of conversation are picked up by the radio. Quartermaster Bryce: Go on. Commander Maskhadan: You and I are both here on a mission. There is a disturbance in the order of things in this world at the top of that mountain. It must be torn up from the root and destroyed. Quartermaster Bryce: So you're suggesting we make a sort of truce to blow this thing sky high? Commander Maskhadan: Davai. The Foundation are strong, and they will afford more resources if they believe that what pagan nonsense they protect is worth protecting. If we do not take some sort of action now I fear that the obelisk will be lost. Quartermaster Bryce: And why should we collaborate with you specifically? Commander Maskhadan: The Foundation will surely betray you to protect the obelisk if you give them even an ounce of territory. These new robots that have arrived and the men which are with them- they are Godless. They serve whatever masters pay them. We serve the Almighty. Even you should know that it is an affront to lie and cheat and steal as those others would do to you. I would be in remiss in my duties as a man of God if I were to betray you thusly. There is a brief pause in communication. Quartermaster Bryce: Alright let's get off of this channel and talk specifics in person. I don't want these channels getting listened in on. End transmission. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-007- Close Document Transmission captured at 15:25 on 04/03/20██. Transmission is between 'Magpie' and the individual known as 'Abraham J'. Magpie: Mr. Abraham J., this is Magpie. I am at the site of the target. No visual. Abraham J.: Excellent. I'm confident that this will be a disruptive technology in the global anomalous economy. A real mover. Magpie: Of course, sir. Right here, you gave me general guidelines on retrieval of the object which involve aerial support which has not currently arrived. Abraham J.: Ah yes, well the aerial retrieval has not become cost effective with the intrusion of so many parties. The operation will have to occur more covertly than that. I trust that the mercenaries I have supplied are sufficient. Try to get them back in one piece. I understand you've got bots to cover for that. Magpie: Suggesting a procedural change on the order of magnitude that you have costs extra money, you know. Abraham J.: I have you at a fixed rate. Ask MC&D for a raise or take something for yourself if you want more. You're an operative they trust so I trust that you will come up with something. It's your job. There is a pause. Magpie: Understood. I will update you on situation specifics at a future date. Out. End transmission. A video summary of the actions seen by Dr. ███ is also provided: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003d- Close Document Recording captured at 15:13 on 04/04/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced. Video camera appears to be inside of a small, dark place, such as a coat pocket. It is revealed to be the pocket on Dr. ███'s lab coat. He stares directly at the camera lens for a brief period, before nodding. Dr. ███: OK OK it's still good. The crack didn't hurt anything. Alright, uhh, alright I might as well give a situation update. There's these crazy Russian guys crawling all over the place. They're just shooting anybody they see. It isn't good. It's actually very bad. Dr. ███ appears to look out of some sort of cover. Dr. ███: I don't know what the hell the Foundation is doing. I've radioed on my personal walkie-talkie several times and they just seem to be ignoring me. There's men, women and kids dying out here, it's a madhouse! It's a slaughterhouse! Dr. ███ sets down the camera and is heard breathing heavily. SCP-6422-1-4: Johnathan. Sir! Please, we must do as you said. Dr. ███ picks up the camera once more. Dr. ███: Alright, yeah. So we made it across this wasteland- Dr. ███ pans the camera to reveal that every building in the area has been partially or completely destroyed by gunfire and explosive munitions. Dr. ███: -because we're pretty sure that in that one building right there, there's an abandoned radio. Some robots and some other mercenaries came through and dragged three Russians out and shot them and one was dragging some radio wires out along with him. Without [SCP-6422-1-4] I'd have never noticed but that means there might still be working radio equipment in that building, maybe even something to defend ourselves with. Dr. ███ turns the camera to himself once more. Dr. ███: I have no idea how the fighting has gotten this fierce. The earth has been shaking all night from bombs. There's been so many fires, it's way hotter in this valley than it was yesterday. Normally there's something in the Foundation's brain that tells it to stop bombing when there's nothing more to gain but they've just been raining it all this time! This has to be something with (Daekhiil) but I'm absolutely clueless. SCP-6422-1-4: Surely you must recognize at this point that your Foundation had no plans to protect us! (Daekhiil) has just brought their own worst colors to the surface. Dr. ███ turns from the camera to a point off screen. Dr. ███: The Foundation I know would never do this! There is a loud explosion nearby. Dr. ███ flinches, turning to look in a different direction, before sighing. Dr. ███: Look we have to get to that radio. If anybody's going to save us we can't get to them without it. Let's go. End transmission. At 17:13 on 04/04/20██, Dr. ███ successfully makes contact with outside personnel using radio equipment stolen from Chechen Dawn operatives. The only message sent is "This is Dr. ███ of [DATA EXPUNGED] of the SCP Foundation. There's enemies everywhere. We're dying. Send more backup." At 17:29 on 04/04/20██, by 11-2 O5 decision, the remaining two companies of AMTF Nu-7 were sent to SCP-6422's location. At 19:55 the same day, Nu-7 entered the valley from the north and headed southeast. It was determined that the optimal course of action would be to push the GOC detachment out of the pass and down the valley into Chechen Dawn, at which point the GOC and the Chechen Dawn would be trapped between Foundation armaments and the PSHUD/mercenary battalion controlled by MC&D and the unknown benefactor. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003e- Close Document Recording captured at 21:35 on 04/04/20██. Audio is initially too loud to decipher anything distinct. Sounds of munitions explosions and gunshots drown out any conversation. The camera appears to transition repeatedly between swinging wildly and completely dark. This continues for a few minutes. Then there is a brief lull. Dr. ███: -DOWN THE MOUNTAIN? THERE'S PEOP- The audio once again becomes too loud to distinguish anything. The video continues as it had previously for several minutes. There is another brief lull in the violence. Unknown Voice (Russian): -THEY ARE SNAKES! THE GOC HAVE BETRAYED- The audio increases in volume and the camera shakes wildly for the remainder of the video. End video log. By 03:12 on 04/05/20██, all GOC operatives had been captured and Chechen Dawn had fled the valley southward. A negotiated peace was reached between the GOC and the Foundation which guaranteed the return of all GOC resources in exchange for evacuation from Site 337. The PSHUD/mercenary force did not advance eastward into the valley, ceding this territory to the Foundation. The stalemate stood as it was for approximately six hours. At 09:21 a transmission was sent by AMTF General Cardamom to outside Foundation operatives: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-008- Close Document Transmission received at 09:21 on 04/04/20██. General Cardamom: Attention to all current Foundation operatives. Betrayal has been crawling through this valley this entire day. Earlier this morning when the GOC and the Chechen Dawn were pushed into a corner, they decided to kill each other like crabs in a bucket rather than stand and fight with honor. Now, on this brisk morning, I hear that there are traitors among our own ranks. People who would shoot their comrades in the back to steal the glory or the favor of the Foundation or worse, the SCP itself. I will not be tolerant of these snakes! I will make sure that every one of them has been captured or ground to dust, on my own name! I will issue no further warning. This crawling betrayal means war. End transmission. At this moment, a detachment of Nu-7 stationed directly north of the PRF forcibly took the building from on-site control. The detachment of Nu-7 residing in the valley began mobilizing for combat against the rogue detachment. It appears that the following communication was had between 'Magpie' and 'Abraham J.' was had at least partially in response to this movement. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-009- Close Document Transmission captured at 09:23 on 04/04/20██. Magpie: Hello, Abe. Abraham J.: Magpie?! You haven't contacted me in days! This is very nearly a breach of our own agreement. There will be consequences to our future business if I don't- Magpie: Can it, Mr. Disruptor, I've come to inform you that our agreement is off. MC&D has informed me that they will be taking the anomaly personally. Oh, and they'll be doubling my paycheck when I get it. Unfortunately, the decision's kind of past me at this point, y'know? Abraham J.: This is an outrage! You are doing a disservice to the mass anomaly production industry! Give me back my money! Magpie: Don't you worry, you will be receiving your money back as soon as I get around to that. Our QA team will cut you a check by this time next week. As of now, there will be no further communication between us. Have a nice day. Abraham J.: YOU- End transmission. After the termination of this communication, Dr. ███ captures a photograph of the PSHUD units moving on the special operations mercenaries. The picture is annotated "They just started shooting at their own men. It loooks like there are more robots coming (sic)". Following the liquidation of the mercenary force of Abraham J. the PSHUD units began sweeping eastward into the valley. It is likely that at this point the valley contingency of Nu-7 collapsed and the MC&D forces took the valley, pushing Nu-7 up into the eastern ridge. This larger portion of Nu-7 simultaneously appears to have taken the PRF back from the rogue faction between 12:00 and 13:00 according to eyewitness accounts and subsequent investigations. At this point, the PSHUD units appear to have stopped chasing Nu-7 up the mountain. Further video from Dr. ███ suggests that at some pint prior, the Serpent's Hand became involved. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003f- Close Document Recording captured at 13:41 on 04/05/20██. Note: Parts of this video have been translated from Mongolian. Names have been replaced. The video opens in a small alcove on the mountain as the camera is pointed directly at a middle-aged man (henceforth Serpent's Hand) in robes. The man is shielding two young instances of SCP-6422-1 with his body. Serpent's Hand: Ay ay hold on, pal what the hell are you recording for? Dr. ███: Because I nearly dropped on top of you, what do you mean? Also what are you doing here? There's nothing for you here they all blew it to shit! SCP-6422-1-4: Who is this? Serpent's Hand: No, you all blew it to shit. Buddy walking into an anomaly like this, with all the callous disregard for human life? That's a war crime if I ever saw one, you should all be ashamed of yourselves. Dr. ███: I didn't have anything to do with this. My boss deciding to turn a village into the surface of the moon goes above and beyond me. The Serpent's Hand member shakes his head violently. Serpent's Hand: I don't think you understand what's going on here pal. It doesn't matter if it's you writing stupid shit down in a journal about the thaumic matrix vorticity of the third moment of whosit or your boss deciding that the indigenous people here don't deserve rights. The anomaly is a connected thing and the people are a connected thing. You are a connected thing too friend and the second you all came out here trying to attack this mess? God forget it. Dr. ███: What? That's nons- Dr. ███ pauses for a long time. The Serpent's Hand member seems puzzled at Dr. ███'s actions behind the camera. Dr. ███: Oh. Oh God. Oh no. SCP-6422-1-4: Who is this and what are they saying? Dr. ███: We're the defense of the obelisk. The Serpent's Hand member smiles. Dr. ███ turns to SCP-6422-1-4 and begins speaking. Dr. ███: When I was told the rules and the people here and the obelisk, they were all one thing, you know, the (Daekhiil), I was too busy thinking about other things to realize what that really meant. SCP-6422-1-4: What do you mean? Dr. ███: We all came here and we broke the (Daekhiil) by claiming it as ours. You know, there's no power that belongs to one person business? Well now the (Daekhiil) is using us to fulfill it's own prophecy. It is making us shatter the world and kill the village and drive the (Daekhiil) underground. There is a pause. Gunshots can be heard in the distance, with the occasional munitions explosion. Dr. ███: [SCP-6422-1-4] you have to get out of here. It's gonna grind us all to dust and I don't want it to take you too. Serpent guy, do you have a way out of here? Serpent's Hand: Anytime. I'll take you too, but only if you join us. Can't have Foundation members that know how to get in, you know. Dr. ███: Don't bother. I have to figure out a way out of this mess. SCP-6422-1-4: Johnathan please- Dr. ███: No you listen to me. It's no use coming with me they won't listen to you. They might listen to me and if they do we might be able to bring this place back. I've gotta fix this somehow. Go with this guy. He's not going to harm a hair on your body and it's better than being in this. There is a brief pause, before SCP-6422-1-4 joins the other young SCP-6422-1 instances next to the Serpent's Hand member. Serpent's Hand: Second you leave line of sight I'll be taking these three to the library. I was about to give up on searching anyways. I think we're done here. Stay safe, pal. Dr. ███: Got it. There are distant gunshots as Dr. ███ pans the camera downward. End transmission. No further evidence of the Serpent's Hand exists at Site 337 and their role in the incident is currently under investigation. At approximately 20:30 on 04/05/20██ the PSHUD units begin a final offensive up the eastern ridge in an attempt to take the PRF. It is unknown at this time whose initiative it was, but at 00:20 on 04/06/20██, a strong EMP event was detected in the area of Site 337. One final transmission is collected from Magpie immediately following this event. _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-010- Close Document Transmission recorded at 00:21 on 04/06/20██. Magpie: This is to that MC&D operative I spoke to a couple of days ago. It's been a rough one and it looked like I might come out on top at some spots but one of the SCP people appears to have had some sort of EMP device. It fried all the circuits of my bots. I hope it didn't get my radio. I expect the Foundation to overtake my position in about 10 minutes if I don't move and they don't start fighting again. There is a brief pause in communication. Magpie: I don't have the target, so you can go ahead and write off those bots and the pay you promised me for the artifact's return. I've got a few things from the site that will pay me well enough as secondary targets. You know where to contact me if you want me for another mission. Out. End transmission. It is assumed that at this point Magpie activated a contingency which detonated all PSHUD units, as it was reported that at this point all units violently exploded. Magpie is currently unaccounted for and all attempts to trace their location after the events of Incident-6422-01 have been unsuccessful. No Foundation communications devices appear to have survived the EMP event. However, one final recording provided by Dr. ███ suggests that infighting once again broke out within Nu-7 before 06:23 on 04/06/20██: _ + Addendum 4: Incident-6422-01-Document-003g- Close Document Recording captured on 06:23 on 04/06/20██. Dr. ███ begins recording in the PRF. He is in a hallway leading directly to an access elevator to SCP-6422. He appears to be whispering to himself as he enters the elevator. There is still gunfire in the distance. Dr. ███: So it's some kind of metaphysical… with a physical shell… contained by obeying its rules… how do we…? Dr. ███ steps off of the elevator into the chamber. The cave is dim, as the sun has not fully risen yet. Dr. ███ is immediately hailed from off screen by then Site Director Dr. Wilson, who has taken shelter in the cave surrounding SCP-6422. Dr. Wilson: Johnathan? Where have you been? Dr. ███: Dr. Wilson sir, you're alive? Oh thank God the person I need to talk to right now. I've been down in the valley and I think I've figured out how to get this thing under control! Dr. Wilson: Under control? It hasn't been doing anything though. Dr. ███: No it has! I spoke to the people down in the valley and then to a guy with the Serpent's Hand and- Dr. Wilson: The Serpent's Hand?! They're lying to you! They must want it too! Dr. ███: No you're succumbing to it right now. Sir the SCP wants us to fight over it. That's how it's- Dr. Wilson is seen standing up, visibly upset. Dr. Wilson: Nonsense. The obelisk just does low grade thaumatic phyto and mycokinetic properties. We just haven't had time to figure out how it's done because of all of these other orgs trying to take it from us. Actually I bet the Serpent's Hand guy wanted it too, so he threw us off the scent! Dr. ███: Doctor please listen to me! It's not just an obelisk it's some sort of metaphysical entity that exists as a- Dr. Wilson: I've seen no evidence of that. Also, why did you bring a gun in here on your back? At this moment in conversation, the two conversants become visibly aggressive. Dr. ███: Because, I've been fighting through a war zone that we caused! We've been trying to contain the SCP but- Dr. Wilson: We are the SCP Foundation. There are no 'buts' about SCP. It's what we do, and maybe if you'd been here doing real research instead of gallivanting off with some illiterates we'd have figured out how to turn this thing on our enemies by now! Dr. ███: We are the SCP Foundation! And We failed in our mission to secure and protect that village down the mountain! If Hammer Down hadn't been too busy having an internal dick measuring contest we could have saved hundreds of people! Dr. Wilson: You are out of line, John. Stand down and just help me finish categorizing these plants here. Dr. ███: I'M OUT OF LINE?! YOU ARE A TRAITOR TO THE PRINCIPLES OF THE FOUNDATION! YOU ARE A DESTROYER. YOU DIDN'T PROTECT SHIT! Dr. Wilson: ALRIGHT THEN ███ COME HERE- The camera is dropped as Dr. ███ and Dr. Wilson engage in hand-to-hand combat. The fight slowly moves off screen as the two personnel fight. After a brief off-screen fight, three gunshots can be heard. Both men fall silent as gunshots and munitions can be heard in the background. After a pause, Dr. ███ begins sobbing off screen for several minutes. The cave begins to brighten as the sun rises. Dr. ███ stops sobbing, and shuffling is heard as he moves to pick up the camera. The camera pans to reveal that his face is swollen from a bruise on the left eye, and he has recently dried his own tears. He sighs heavily, looking off-screen behind him briefly before speaking. His voice is hoarse. Dr. ███: Well, then. I guess that's it then. End transmission. At this point it was determined that the situation had escalated beyond control. By unanimous O5 decision Protocol 011213-Sandman was initiated, releasing a powerful lingering airborne hypnotic over Site 337. MTF Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" was deployed to perform cleanup and personnel recovery within the affected region. By this point the mechanisms of SCP-6422 were sufficiently well understood that a plan of action was capable of being put into place to minimize contact between MTF members during cleanup. An estimated ████ casualties were reported, of which ████ were Foundation personnel. A total of ███ individuals involved in the event are currently unaccounted for, of which ██ are considered to be high priority targets. The incident cost an estimated $5.3 billion USD. After protracted negotiations with the GOC, Site 337 became Foundation property on 04/15/20██. _ + Addendum 5: Incident-6422-03- Close Document At 19:22 on 05/21/20██, Dr. Johnathan ███ was reported missing from the PRF during his shift. Evidence left behind suggested that Dr. ███ had gone into the valley in a violation of protocol. MTF-Zeta-7 "Marriage Counseling" was dispatched to track Dr. ███. At 23:46, Dr. ███ was successfully tracked to one of the buildings in the region originally inhabited by SCP-6422-1 instances, holding a small, woven basket, the contents of which are currently unknown. After being confronted, Dr. ███ left with minimal resistance. Dr. ███ was transferred from Site 337 into custody at Site ██ the following day. A psychological evaluation found [DATA EXPUNGED], and afterwards was transferred to Site ███ for long-term work. Look, I know that what we all experienced those days were hard. It was especially hard for you, I know, or at least I've been told. I think you really need to step away from this project. You haven't been batting 1000 with the work you've done, you know? A break and a new project to work on should get you back into shape. Good luck on all the future projects you're on, kid. -Site Director Rayleigh, 05/22/20██. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 2 for details 2. Though this test suggests our understanding of the structure of SCP-6422 is incomplete, more testing must be done before the anomaly is redefined. Following Incident-6422-03 such testing has become more difficult to approve and thus resources have been dedicated to alternative routes for SCP-6422's permanent containment. -Site Director Rayleigh, 06/04/20██ 3. Of the FSB 4. Unauthorized 5. Peregrine Series Humanoid Utility Droid, constructed by Anderson Robotics ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6422" by PhStr1228, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6422. Licensed under CC-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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Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6423-ARC LEVEL 2/6423-ARC CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6423-ARC Neutralized Danforth Automobile Factory, 1925. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6423-ARC was demolished in June 1925, prior to the writing of this file, and is no longer believed to be host to anomalous activity at this time. Investigation into Charles Danforth, the Danforth Company, and the Danforth family is ongoing. Description: SCP-6423-ARC was the Danforth Automobile Factory, located in Chicago, Illinois, and active from December of 1924 to June of 1925. Following the automotive boom of the 1920s, the Danforth Company split their large meatpacking plant, and converted a portion of the land into an automobile factory. SCP-6423-ARC was host to a number of effects and events, though none could be confirmed as anomalous and the factory was demolished midway into a full investigation. A timeline of the factory's operation has been constructed below based on documents and information acquired by investigating agents, who were given broad authority to complete their missions. DECEMBER, 1924 Danforth Automobile Factory finished construction and began operating in December of 1924. Located in the building formerly occupied by Danforth Meatpacking, the plant had undergone almost complete renovation to be the multinational Danforth Company's first foray into the automotive industry. Harlan & Sons Construction handled the construction of the factory itself. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Joseph Harlan, owner and operator of Harlan & Sons Construction. ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: JOSEPH HARLAN [BEGIN EXCERPT] HARCOURT: Well, most everything seems to be in order, Mr. Harlan. Your permits should come through in six to seven weeks - you can break ground then. HARLAN: Lord, seven weeks? I'm operating on a bit of a deadline, and the schedule is already tighter than… well, it's tight. HARCOURT: That's unfortunate, my sympathies. HARLAN: There's no way you could speed it up? HARCOURT: There are some things I could do. But I'd need you cooperation, if you understand what I mean. [HARLAN sighs.] HARLAN: I had a feeling that's where this was going. Dammit. You want kickbacks — how much? HARCOURT: Oh, nothing that unseemly. I just have a few questions about past contracts of yours. And to preempt your next question: no, you're not in trouble for anything. HARLAN: Oh. And then I'll get the permits? HARCOURT: I'll deliver them to your mailbox myself. HARLAN: Alright, then. What do you want to know? HARCOURT: Specifically I have questions about a past contract of yours, about six months ago — the Danforth Factory? HARLAN: Ah. That. HARCOURT: You don't sound too happy. HARLAN: It was a shit project. HARCOURT: How so? You came in under budget and ahead of schedule, didn't you? HARLAN: In business, you have two points to distribute among budget, speed, and quality. You can be very good at just one of them. You can be reliably good at two of them. I've never seen a business that really had all three. HARCOURT: So, what? You cut corners in construction? Safety? HARLAN: Yes. No. It's complicated. Danforth was riding me to keep costs down. More money than God, and he's out there complaining about basic structural expenses. HARCOURT: Charles Danworth himself? HARLAN: Yes. I didn't know he was going to be so… involved, when we made the bid. But yes. Corners were cut, certainly… but there was more to it than that. HARCOURT: Go on. HARLAN: There were problems practically every week of construction. We were working next to a slaughterhouse - blood and guts and noise all hours of the day, even louder than the machines. Which, the machines kept breaking down. Sick workers. Plus the.. HARCOURT: What is it? HARLAN: I… look, I signed a contract of silence, okay? HARCOURT: No one's going to know you were involved, Joe. I'm helping you out here, remember? HARLAN: Yeah. Yeah, okay. Mr.Danforth had… requests, for the construction process. HARCOURT: Such as? HARLAN: We were supposed to rip out all the processing equipment. But Danforth kept instructing us to save this grinder, or this butchery belt — that was at first. Kept getting worse. Demanding that the floor tiles be put together in a very specific pattern. Making modifications to the blueprints. New sections, basements, cellars, crawlspaces. HARCOURT: Did he ever consult you on these? HARLAN: 'Consult' in the sense that he informed me afterwards and threatened to fire me if we didn't comply. But the point I'm getting at is that the blueprints aren't even close to comprehensive - there are two factories on that land. HARCOURT: Any idea why he would do all that? HARLAN: Not the faintest. But he's a successful businessman. I'm sure there's something. HARCOURT: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Harlan. I'll get your permits to you as soon as I can. [END OF LOG] NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. JANUARY, 1925 Danforth Automotive began full-scale production in general in January, propelling Danforth to a major player in the industrial sector of Chicago. Workers were hired en masse in dangerous conditions for little pay — unsubstantiated claims posit that Chicago's homeless population was being used for labor. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Aoife O'Leary, widow of Shaughn O'Leary, former employee of Danforth Automotive ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: AOIFE O'LEARY [BEGIN LOG] HARCOURT: Mrs. O'Leary. O'LEARY: Who are you? HARCOURT: A friend. I'm here to talk about your husband. O'LEARY: I don't- HARCOURT: He was killed, wasn't he? O'LEARY: What? My husband died in a factory accident, you fou- HARCOURT: I have reason to believe that that's not entirely true. O'LEARY: What- what are you saying? HARCOURT: I'm with the Bureau of Investigation, ma'am. We're looking into the Danforth Company. We have reason to believe that the factory was a site for… illegal and unseemly activities. Your husband may have been killed in a factory accident, but all the reports agree — or they did, before Danforth suppressed them. Someone being packed into the engine block of a car is not something that happens accidentally. O'LEARY: I- I can't- HARCOURT: I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories, Mrs. O'Leary. But your husband's death doesn't need to be in vain. If you help me, I — the government — could really use any information he might have shared with you about work. Maybe even put Danforth away for good. O'LEARY: I- Okay. I don't have much, but I'll try to help. What do you need to know? HARCOURT: How did your husband come to work at Danforth Automotive? O'LEARY: We thought it was a blessing, at first. That God had finally given us an opportunity. Shaughn was searching for a job for months and months before the Factory opened. He almost didn't bother, because he figured it'd be the same as all of the others — Irish need not apply. But- then people started to talk, that Danforth was hiring anyone, regardless of color or creed. HARCOURT: How progressive. O'LEARY: Not progressive. Primitive. Shrewd. He didn't care what country you were from, because bodies all had the same value to him. But it was a job - honest work. Not stealing or bootlegging like all his brothers. Let him ignore the unholy rate that Danforth was hiring workers. HARCOURT: He welded, correct? O'LEARY: That's right. Brutal work. His hands were covered with burns and calluses when he came home. He coughed, all the time. His eyesight was beginning to go when he… HARCOURT: Did he ever mention anything strange? O'LEARY: Strange? HARCOURT: Anything odd, improper… abnormal or extraordinary events. O'LEARY: A few times, I think. He'd- he'd complain about the building. It was built out of a repurposed slaughterhouse, you know. HARCOURT: Really? O'LEARY: Mhm. And they didn't change much, after ripping out the pens. Most of them, anyway. The big open factory floor was still lined with pigs' troughs, just filled with water instead of slop. Guards and overseers keeping watch from the catwalk. The building was raw and industrial here, intricately designed there. The tiles, he mentioned the tiles having grooves that only became visible when fluid spilled on them. HARCOURT: I see. Anything else? O'LEARY: He came home one night spooked out of his mind. I calmed him down and he explained that he'd taken a wrong turn in the factory, gone down a flight of stairs… he'd only ever seen the guards take troublesome workers down there, and so assumed it was a back exit. But it wasn't. HARCOURT: What was it? O'LEARY: A forgotten part of the factory. All grimy and dusty and abandoned, he said it was thrumming with the machines overhead. It was a long corridor, lit by pulsing red electric lights, and- and he walked down it until he reached the end, where he said he saw two big metal doors, and heard a noise coming from behind them. But they were barred from the other side. So he put his ear to them - and he said that all he could hear was some kind of chanting, and the squealing of pigs. HARCOURT: I… see. Anything else? O'LEARY: That's all I can remember. Danforth treated my husband, all the workers, like animals. But he's the animal, and he'll get what's coming to him. HARCOURT: I'll make sure of it. Thank you for your time, Mrs. O'leary. [HARCOURT removed an envelope from his coat.] HARCOURT: And… I've been authorized to provide you with a small sum for your cooperation. Take care. [END LOG] NOTE: While Shaughn O'Leary's manner of death was gruesome, there is currently no evidence to suggest it was anything more than a routine industrial accident. NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. FEBRUARY, 1925 Following the slow ramp-up to full production in January, February served as the first recorded month of profit for the Danforth Automobile Factory. Several models of civilian vehicle were produced during this time, primarily copies of the Ford Model T and Chrysler Model B-70. Despite the lack of technical innovation, the Danforth Company recorded record profits in this time period. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Bryce Shelley, former shareholder in the Danforth Company ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: BRYCE SHELLEY [BEGIN EXCERPT] HARCOURT: Another drink, Mr. Shelley? SHELLEY: If you wouldn't mind, aha. Whatever's at the top of the shelf. HARCOURT: Living large, aren't we? SHELLEY: I'm a rich man. I deserve it. HARCOURT: I'm sure you do. Remind me what your holdings are? SHELLEY: Oh, a bit of everything. But particularly the three A's. Arms, agriculture… HARCOURT: Automotive? SHELLEY: Why yes. How did you know? [SHELLEY roars in laughter.] HARCOURT: Then I suppose you had money in the Danforth factory they're demolishing next week? SHELLEY: Of course, of course. Sad story, that one. Enormous profits for a few months, then Danforth announces he's shuttering it! Old fool. Industry is a long game with immense overhead — of course it wouldn't be solvent in just half a year. He's one of those new-bloods, you know? Oh, what am I saying, how would you know? HARCOURT: Try me. SHELLEY: Hm. Alright. Charles Danforth… prick. Like I said, he's little more than a boy, making boyish moves. Risky plays, tender investments, acquiring vulnerable companies. But somehow it all works out for him. Already richer than most men in the country. HARCOURT: If you think he's reckless, you could do something about it. You're on the board. SHELLEY: Well why in the hell would I want to do that? He's made me rich! Richer than I already was, anyway. As long as it pays off, risk is good in business — and better him taking the risk than me, if someone's got to take it. Yes, the capital Danforth brings in more than justifies any personal irks he may give me. But the financial risk isn't all of it. HARCOURT: What else is there? SHELLEY: There are… rumours. HARCOURT: Rumours? SHELLEY: That he's one of those new-age religious folk, you know. Believing in a different God. Seances, singing circles… sacrifices. That sort of thing. I'm sure it's just old money casting aspersions on new money. Much like me! [SHELLEY bursts out laughing again.] SHELLEY: But I tell you, when the February profit report came in… the man can believe in God, the Devil, or something else entirely if that's what's bringing in that kind of money! You get me, boy? HARCOURT: Like crystal, Mr. Shelley. I've heard talk about the factory, though. SHELLEY: What kind of talk? HARCOURT: Workers being taken into the back and not coming out. Strange, chanting noises during the night shift. Pork loins showing up in the engines, and sparkplugs showing up in the steak. Workers falling into machines, and no one bothering to stop the line. SHELLEY: That was just once! As for the rest… cost of doing business, isn't it? HARCOURT: Quite right, Mr. Shelley. Another drink? [END EXCERPT] NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. MARCH, 1925 March of 1925 brought in considerable profit for Danforth Automobile. A contract with the government for a large supply of vehicles and vehicle part pushed production to an all-time high, and a significant number of workers were hired to offset the production capabilities of the limited staff. However, this month had an exceedingly high turnover rate for laborers, even by Danforth's already absurd standards. Recovered Evidence: Interview with Moses Thompson, former accountant of the Danforth Company. ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: MOSES THOMPSON [BEGIN EXCERPT] THOMPSON: If what you say is true, we only have a few minutes, Mister… Walthorpe. Please, make haste. HARCOURT: Don't worry, I'll make it very fast — I only have the one question, then you can head on home. THOMPSON: Well? HARCOURT: How was the Danforth Automobile Factory profitable? [Silence.] THOMPSON: I… I'm leaving now. HARCOURT: I don't think so, Mr. Thompson. Tell me what I want to know. I know you know, so don't play dumb. One answer about a man who can't so much as touch you now, and you're free to go. THOMPSON: And if not? HARCOURT: Then I won't let you leave. The police will arrive shortly to break up this speakeasy, and you'll be thrown in jail. Tell me, how long do you think you would last in the stationhouse? THOMPSON: I… okay. Please, hurry. HARCOURT: Excellent. Like you said, let's make this fast. One: how was the Danforth factory solvent? You were having record profits while having absurd overhead and turnover. THOMPSON: I don't know. HARCOURT: I have friends in the force, Mr. Thompson. Let's hope you don't end up with the worst roommate in the block. THOMPSON: Please, I'm not lying! I really don't know! Danforth wouldn't let us touch the books or records from the factory! He'd have an errand boy send them down, prefilled out, and have us sign them off as if we'd written them. HARCOURT: So he was hiding something? THOMPSON: That's what everyone thought! But I have no idea what. All I know is, the money and the profit wasn't coming from the factory floor. Are we done? HARCOURT: You're free to go. [END EXCERPT] NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. MAY, 1925 After several production delays and halts on the Army contract, rumors began to spiral that Charles Danforth himself would be coming in to inspect the factory and decide its future. On May 25th, witnesses observed the reclusive tycoon arriving at the factory. Three days later, on May 28th, Danforth was reported exiting the factory, albeit with only one of his bodyguards. Recovered Evidence: Statement of the day from Wallace Wells, former bodyguard to Charles Danforth ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ That shit was fucking terrifying. And I don't scare easy, you know that. But that shit was something else entirely. We came up on the factory on Monday. I thought this was gonna be a short trip — few hours, tops. We got out of the car, the whole detail — me, Luis, and two others, plus Danforth hisself. Them four all went into the factory — I got told to wait outside, make sure no one else came in until they came out. I thought I drew the damn short straw, standing out in the sun. Fuckin' hell, I was lucky. I was patrolling, making a lap around the factory when I got the first sign something weird was going on. The factory's slightly elevated, you see — it was, anyway. So there are a few little windows, barely more than stone gaps, that go directly into the basement. Basements, I should say — there are a lot of them. But I'm walkin' past one of these windows, and I hear the strangest fuckin' noise. I thought the sky was shakin' at first, it was so loud. This deep, thick, heavy rumbling coming from inside the basement, so loud I thought I was gonna piss myself. Nasally, too — then I realize I recognize it — it's an oink. One huge, gargantuan, bone shaking oink. I think to myself that it's probably a machine scraping against some metal, making a noise like that. I know what I heard, but I shut my mouth and move on. When I get to the front, one of the guards is waitin' for me. Not one of us — but one of the Factory's guards, in their uniform — a black raincoat and a gas mask so thick you can't possibly see their face. Goddamn freaky. This point, it's been four or five hours and I'm getting a little antsy, so I ask him where the boss is. This fuckin' thing rasps at me in broken-fucking-English that Danforth isn't coming back tonight, and that I should go home and return in three days. That he has 'urgency-matters to attend to in-below the pits'. I argue a little but it's clear I'm not getting anywhere with this thing. So I do as I'm told, come back with the car three days later, and sure as shit Danforth's waiting outside, that grin on his face. He only gets that grin when he's cut a deal — I've seen it show up when he buys someone's company just to destroy their livelihood, when he shorts a business and ends up with a new fortune, when people who oppose him mysteriously go missing. He's standin' there with that smile, front of his suit covered in… either blood or motor oil, I didn't ask. I silently pull up and pop the door. He gets in, and that's when I notice he's holding onto something in his fist, clenched real tight. Something about the size of my fist, and very red. He sees me staring, tells me to shut up and drive, but I know what I saw. That was a human fucking heart. NOTE: Charles Danforth could not be reached for comment or corroboration. JUNE, 1925 On June 3rd, the Danforth Company announced it would be closing its automotive division due to numerous production troubles and low profits. The remaining workers in the Chicago factory were fired and the building itself was slated for demolition. On June 24th, the building was collapsed using controlled explosives. Recovered Evidence: Unscheduled Interview with Charles Danforth, CEO of the Danforth Company. ▼ Recovered Evidence ▼ ▲ Hide ▲ INTERVIEWER: AGENT ALBERT HARCOURT SUBJECT: CHARLES DANFORTH [BEGIN LOG] HARCOURT: Mr. Danforth. You're a hard man to reach. DANFORTH: By design, kid. My time is valuable. Too valuable to waste on people like you. HARCOURT: You don't appreciate people asking questions about your business? DANFORTH: If they ask the right questions, not one bit. You're not doing that. HARCOURT: Then please, what are the right questions? DANFORTH: Hah. You thought it was gonna be that easy? Fuck you. I'll tell you what's right, though — that you white-coat Foundation cocksuckers- HARCOURT: How do you- DANFORTH: Don't interrupt me. That you only start investigating once I already decide to close the factory! Ain't that some shit. Irony. And you know I'm not gonna answer that. HARCOURT: I… see. The rumours about Danforth Automotive were troubling to the Foundation, Mr. Danforth. The rumours about you are even worse. DANFORTH: Oh yeah? What kind of rumours you listenin' to, kid? HARCOURT: The ones that are whispered around drawing rooms and salons, but only after curtains have been drawn, doors shut, bottles emptied, voices lowered. People are afraid. DANFORTH: Good. Let 'em be. But you didn't answer my fuckin' question. HARCOURT: Right. Well, that these tragic accidents that kept happening aren't accidents. That the underground parts of the factory were never converted from slaughterhouse to machinery. Chanting comes from the inner factory at all hours of the day and night. Guards don't wear masks to protect from chemicals. The pig noises. DANFORTH: Those are rumours alright. And like most rumours, they're full of shit. HARCOURT: I don't think that's true. I have confirmation on some of them. DANFORTH: From who? Disgruntled employees? Widowers? Real credible. HARCOURT: So you're telling me that Danforth Automotive was just a regular car factory? Nothing odd about it? DANFORTH: Well, I think we both know that's not true. So no. Just that your chumps, you, have drawn the wrong conclusions from your information. HARCOURT: What's the correct conclusion, then? DANFORTH: Business is all the same, you know. Clerical, financial, industrial… automotive, agricultural… it all boils down to the same principles. Make the other guy lose more and you'll gain more. A zero sum game. I win, you lose. You win — well, I make sure you don't win. HARCOURT: What's your point? DANFORTH: Well, why don't we trade? You told me what information you had on me. Why don't you tell me what you've added it all up to? You seem smart, I'm dying to know what your figured out. HARCOURT: The factory itself was anomalous, wasn't it? That's why you had it built the way you did. Something about it was supposed to make you rich — but it didn't. [Pause.] DANFORTH: So close, but no cigar. HARCOURT: Then what? DANFORTH: I'm a businessman. People can dress business up how they'd like — that it's cost-benefit analysis, managing risk and maximizing profit, fucking your mother, whatever. They're lying to either you or themselves. Business is extracting value from suffering. HARCOURT: I don't- DANFORTH: So, I made a deal with something. A contract. I feed it what it wanted. And by feeding it… the employees suffered. And the more they suffered, the more money I made. Didn't matter how functional the products were, how well the factory ran. I… capitalized off human suffering. HARCOURT: Remorseful? DANFORTH: Fucking orgasmic. HARCOURT: Jesus Christ. So you did summon something. You did believe in the occult, you… worshipped some kind of god. DANFORTH: Money is my religion, and capital is my god. The factory was just a reliquary. But beneath it, inside it? [DANFORTH pauses, then smiles.] DANFORTH: I had a cathedral to the only thing that has ever mattered. From suffering, profit. HARCOURT: Hold on, you said you made a deal. What did you give up? DANFORTH: What? HARCOURT: Deals like this aren't made on good faith. You gave something up and sooner or later, whatever the fuck you bound to this Earth is going to come collecting. DANFORTH: By the time that happens, I'll be lying in a gilded coffin. Someone else's problem. HARCOURT: You're a monster. DANFORTH: I'm a value add. But now that you've devolved into schoolyard insults, I'll be taking my leave. Don't try to stop me — you won't be able to. HARCOURT: Hold on, what was with the pigs? The oinking? [DANFORTH pauses, then laughs.] DANFORTH: Well, I guess you'll never find out, will you? [END OF LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6423-ARC" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6423. Licensed under CC-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: Duncan and Fraser car factory interior ca 1925 (SLSA B-41640).jpg Author: State Library of South Australia License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6424
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AnAnomalousWriter Hello, check out my other wiki page/s here: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/ananomalouswriter-s-wallpaper-place-and-more (No author page yet) Item#: 6424 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6424 is stored within a standard containment enclosure at Site-91. Furthermore, the item is monitored for any transmission readings. If a transmission is detected, the data shall be decoded and stored accordingly. Subsequently, the current research head1 will be informed of the event. Description: SCP-6424 is a space probe of unknown origin that is dated to be over 4000 years old. Due to the nature of its discovery, the only functional components of SCP-6424 are its communications dish and a functional data storage module. As of writing, the technology by which these components operate is still undetermined and considered anomalous in nature. However, Foundation researchers have been able to partially reverse-engineer the technology to retrieve information from the data module. Anomaly Crash Site Within the data module, six images were extracted by personnel, designated as SCP-6424-1 through 6. Depicted within the images are photographs of empty space, an unknown celestial object, and SCP-6424. Additionally, distance information of photographed subjects is found within the metadata of the images.2 UPDATE 05/01/2003: A design diagram of SCP-6424 was successfully extracted from the data module. Please contact the current research head to be cleared to access the design diagram. Addendum A Discovery: On 03/22/2001, SCP-6424 was detected on the far side of the moon. Further research confirmed neither NASA or any GOI equivalents were the origin of the probe. After four days from first sighting, SCP-6424 entered Earth's atmosphere and crash landed in the Amazon rainforest. After touchdown was confirmed, Foundation personnel were dispatched to secure the object and maintain a perimeter around it. After 2 hours of on-location analysis, the item was deemed to not exhibit any harmful anomalous influence in its vicinity. Afterwards, the item was loaded onto a transportation truck to transit to Site-91. A cover story of a meteorite-caused forest fire was disseminated to avoid suspicion. Addendum B SCP-6424 -1 to -6 instances: SCP-6424-1 SCP-6424-1 Distance from subject: N/A Observations: An image of empty space. SCP-6424-2 SCP-6424-2 Distance from subject: 15000 km Observations: An image of an unknown celestial body. Size estimates by researchers are around 3000-4500 kilometers. Exact location of this object is unknown. SCP-6424-3 SCP-6424-3 Distance from subject: 15000 km Observations: N/A SCP-6424-4 SCP-6424-4 Distance from subject: 14000 km Observations: An extended extremity-like mass at the south pole can be seen. SCP-6424-5 SCP-6424-5 Distance from subject: 17000km Observations: Presumably displayed is SCP-6424 in the middle of space. SCP-6424-6 SCP-6424-6 Distance from subject: 16500km Observations: Evident image corruption is present. Addendum C Circumstances of Photography: SCP-6424 appears to have had a camera module at some point in the past. A design diagram was extracted from the data module after two years from discovery. According to diagram, the camera would have been fitted on the underside of the object. It is hypothesized that at some point after SCP-6424-1 to -4 were photographed, the camera module detached from the main body. It is unknown what is the catalyst for the separation. Nevertheless, SCP-6424 was still able to control and communicate with the detached camera module through unknown means. Subsequently, it is believed that the camera module was near or on the celestial body when SCP-6424-5 and -6 were photographed, then sent the data to SCP-6424. Two New Transmissions Detected Decoding... Decoding... Decoding... PLEASE SELECT THE IMAGE TO INITIATE DECODING PROCESS Distance from subject: 1,205,004,000km [PLEASE INSERT YOUR OBSERVATIONS] PLEASE SELECT THE IMAGE TO INITIATE DECODING PROCESS Distance from subject: 1,205,003,000km [PLEASE INSERT YOUR OBSERVATIONS] Footnotes 1. As of writing, Dr. Jermaine Noll 2. It is unknown if these numbers are accurate ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6424" by AnAnomalousWriter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6424. Licensed under CC-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: amazon%20crash%20site.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Cloud Free View of the Amazon" Additional Notes: "Cloud Free View of the Amazon" by NASA Goddard Photo and Video is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 2 Filename: anomaly%20image%201.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 3 Filename: anomaly%20image%202.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 4 Filename: anomaly%20image%203%20new Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 5 Filename: anomaly%20image%204.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 6 Filename: anomaly%20image%205.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" and "Magnetospheric Multiscale (MMS)" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 and "Magnetospheric Multiscale (MMS)" by NASA Goddard Photo and Video is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 7 Filename: anomaly%20image%206.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" and "Magnetospheric Multiscale (MMS)" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 and "Magnetospheric Multiscale (MMS)" by NASA Goddard Photo and Video is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 8 Filename: anomaly%20image%207.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" and "Saturn" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 and "Saturn" by bark is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Image 9 Filename: anomaly%20image%208.jpg Name: N/A Author: AnAnomalousWriter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Derivative of: "Stars" and "Saturn" Additional Notes: "Stars" by ikewinski is licensed under CC BY 2.0 and "Saturn" by bark is licensed under CC BY 2.0
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SCP-6425
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keter
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Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Recovered document 6425 Item #: SCP-6425 Level 2/6425 Classified Special Containment Procedures: Until a cure for SCP-6425 is developed, Para-biological Site-39 is to have minimal contact with the outside world. SCP-6425-1 instances detected are to be surgically removed immediately. The extracted SCP-6425-1 instances will afterwards be burnt. Site-39 efforts are to be centered on research for a reliable method to cure SCP-6425. Once achieved, 2 instances will be kept cryogenically frozen to allow for further study if needed. Description: SCP-6425 refers to a strand of RNA viruses able to create large tumorous masses (denominated SCP-6425-1) inside the body of infected humans. SCP-6425’s only morphological characteristic is the presence of a proteic capsid surrounding its nucleic acid, the viruses lacking any other kind of outer defensive envelope. SCP-6425 is known to transmit through liquids, including those of bodily origins, as well as through other currently unidentified methods. SCP-6425-1 is the designation of a series of tumors and organic “foreign bodies” created as a result of SCP-6425 infection and found attached to pre-existing organs in the human body. These tumors are large in size, surpassing a meter in multiple cases. As the immune system is unable to recognize the SCP-6425-1 instances, it will begin attacking the foreign mass1, prioritizing it over SCP-6425 and as such helping in the proliferation of the virus and eventual creation of more SCP-6425-1 instances. This process, if not treated, invariably results in multisystem organ failure and subsequent death of the infected human. Currently the only effective treatment consists of the removal of SCP-6425-1 instances as soon as noticed, as it will result in the loss of SCP-6425’s only defensive mechanism. Despite this, the surgery only succeeds in curing the infected in 30% of cases, and deaths as a result of the surgeries are abnormally high, presumed to be the result of an unknown secondary ability of SCP-6425. Discovery: SCP-6425 first came to Foundation knowledge following an outbreak occurring in Para-biological Site-39. Foundation medical staff managed to detect the infection before it could spread to other population centers and sites, but due to the unknown nature of the anomaly at the time, infections and casualties of onsite personnel could not be averted. The origin point of the anomaly was traced back to an unused Wing of the site. Attached is a summarized log of autopsies realized on SCP-6425 patients. Open Summarized Autopsy Log Close Summarized Autopsy Log Infected Individual: Junior Researcher Sebastián Garrido, Botanical Department Symptoms prior to expiring: Abdominal pain, diarrhea, nausea and dizziness Cause of Death: Dehydration. Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: An 8 meter long tubular structure connected to the rectum and stomach, composed mainly of muscular and epithelial tissue. In its interior, large quantities of fermented solid wastes were found, as well as multiple known species of non-anomalous bacteria, which were devouring the SCP-6425-1 instance. Infected Individual: Zoé Laurent, administration Symptoms prior to expiring: Heavy breathing, Hypotension and a persistent feeling of tiredness Cause of Death: Cardiorespiratory arrest Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: A large tumor located beneath the rib cage. The tumor was hollow in its interior, with 4 chambers filled with blood being distinguishable. Later analysis determined the SCP-6425-1 instance to be composed of round muscular cells. Infected Individual: Senior Researcher Altzibar Vazquez, Zoological Department Symptoms prior to expiring: Difficulties in the breathing process and mild anemia Cause of Death: Widespread Coagulative Necrosis as a result of low oxygen levels in the body. Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: Two sack-like organs of unequal size beneath the thoracic cavity, each divided into multiple lobular sections. A variety of tubular structures were located in the interior of the SCP-6425-1 instances, though many of them were severely damaged, presumably due to actions of the subject’s immune system prior to expiring Infected Individual: Dr Luis Sarmento, Medical wing Symptoms prior to expiring: A feeling of tiredness, shortness of breath and anemia Cause of Death: Myelodysplastic syndrome2 Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: A semi-solidified conglomerate of multiple cells located inside the victim’s femurs. Infected Individual: D-0055 Symptoms prior to expiring: Intense and continued headache, seizures, vision and speech problems and insomnia. Cause of Death: Post-surgery complications Description of the Extracted SCP-6425-1 Instance: A large pink tumorous mass located above of the Cerebellum composed mainly of white and grey matter. During the extraction surgery, part of the cerebellum was accidentally removed as well, presumed to be the reason for the subject’s death. Following the initial outbreak of SCP-6425, a series of tests was conducted to better understand its effects, transmission, and the creation process of SCP-6425-1 instances. Results are outlined below: Species Tested Percentage of Shared DNA with humans Test Results Lesser fruit fly (Drosophila melanogaster) 60% No effects, likewise the infected subjects were unable to serve as a vector of transmission for the anomaly. African clawed frog (Xenopus laevis) 80% SCP-6425 behaved as was expected from a non-anomalous virus of its type, in most cases the subject’s immune system was able to terminate the anomaly, as it failed to create -1 instances for defense. Domestic Pig (Sus Domesticus) 98% Initially the subjects’ leukocytes were able to terminate the infection before the creation of SCP-6425-1 instances was possible. As such the pigs were administered significant amounts of antibiotics to weaken their immune system and were subsequently re-infected with SCP-6425. Following this, the creation of SCP-6425-1 instances was almost instantaneous, with MRI’s failing to notice the moment of their appearance, the largest of these structures was 20 meter long, the subject dying some days after its removal. Bonobo (Pan paniscus) 99% Similar effects as in human subjects. Amongst the registered SCP-6425-1 instances are included; elongated calcium structures, bleeding bean-shaped tumors and severely burnt sack-like structures containing hydrochloric acid. Laboratory Rat (Rattus norvegicus domestica) 97.5% SCP-6425 did not produce any SCP-6425-1 instances while in the subject, however the Lymphocytes of the rat didn’t attack SCP-6425. Attempts to force interactions between the test subject’s white blood cells and SCP-6425 were infructuous as the leukocytes were seemingly unable to recognize SCP-6425 as a threat. SCP-6425 spread normally through the rats’ bodies, resulting in death after several weeks of exposure. The remains of the subjects served as vectors of transmission for the virus. Direct human observation under microscope failed to notice the infection of the subject’s cell, though it was clearly visible in the recordings. Addendum: Status Report 12/12/2022 Results of the research into SCP-6425 are currently inconclusive, with no further information regarding its origins, the production of -1 instances or any reliable cure obtained beyond what was already known. Furthermore, efficiency of the research team has sharply decreased, mainly being due to casualties, the appearance of a strong odor throughout the facility and the disappearance of multiple test subjects, making continuing research on the anomaly all but impossible. However, the data obtained from the tests with rats may indicate that the anomaly may have perceptive or memetic effects. As this line of research has currently not been undergone, it may be beneficial to focus our resources in this approach. - Dir. Ana Giménez Footnotes 1. This is similar to the main mechanism behind transplant rejections 2. A type of cancer which results in the impossibility of maturation of blood cells The previous document was discovered in an unused facility under Foundation ownership. No references to Para-biological Site-39, its personnel or SCP-6425 have been found in any Foundation database. In the interior of the building, multiple conglomerates of animal tissue in a rough humanoid shape were found. Further investigations will be carried out by the Antimemetics Division. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6425" by Guaire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6425. Licensed under CC-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-6426 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6426 is confined in a 39m x 39m x 50m containment chamber, underneath which is an artificial lava tube, 38.5m in diameter. The anomaly is kept paralyzed by a naval ram currently embedded within its hull and piercing its engine; the placement and integrity of the naval ram is to be checked and maintained daily. In the event SCP-6426 is no longer paralyzed,1 an automated system will activate and dispense 100 hardtack crackers and 2 sharpened pieces of electrum into the chamber. This automated system is to be inspected and maintained daily. Notice: Due to the efficacy and stability of the current Special Containment Procedures, the Object Class of SCP-6426 will be lowered (provided breach attempts remain low to negligible) following an internal review within 3 months. Description: SCP-6426 is an ambulatory, hostile and sapient harbour tugboat. SCP-6426's structure and surface are in a constant state of degradation, rusting after a number of days.2 Any blood (or blood filled organs) the object comes into contact with will be absorbed into the metal, restoring its appearance. Limited testing has shown the blood of humans, cetaceans, and certain species of selachians to be the most effective in this regard. SCP-6426 is able to redistribute blood it comes in contact with; redistributed blood is used in the production of organic structures, the most common form of which are large, vein-like tendrils that are typically concealed within the hull. Other structures include but are not limited to: Large ocular organs attached to flexible eyestalks. These organs are capable of producing cognitohazardous patterns that cause hypnosis in exposed subjects, implanting them with commands from SCP-6426. Harpoon guns composed of organic matter. These weapons are mainly used to pull impaled organisms towards the object. Cannons composed of organic matter. These weapons fire clusters of an anomalous species of barnacle that imbed themselves in necrotized tissue, extending their cirri into the flesh, reanimating it. These reanimated corpses are designated SCP-6426-C. SCP-6426's tendrils feature a small mouth3 located on the tip. When a mouth bites into the spinal column of a living organism, the organism in question (now designated SCP-6426-A) experiences brain death while the body undergoes morphological changes; their canines lengthen and become hollow, allowing them to siphon blood from organisms they have bitten into. SCP-6426 is able to induce further physical changes to these organisms in order to counteract obstacles it may encounter, such as increasing muscle mass and bone density to destroy barriers, and developing hard scales on the skin as a form of defense. SCP-6426 is capable of absorbing instances of -A, but typically will only do so when its hull is ~40% covered in rust and there are no immediate alternative sources of blood. When a tendril is severed, the instance falls inanimate and is effectively neutralized; severed instances are unable to be reanimated, serving only as additional blood for the object or material for SCP-6426-C. When presented with a watercraft or boat, SCP-6426 is able to integrate SCP-6426-A into the vehicle, converting it into an SCP-6426-B instance.4 SCP-6426-B share the anomalous properties of SCP-6426, but with certain limitations: instances are unable to replicate certain organic structures, such as the ocular organs and organic cannons; instances are unable to create SCP-6426-A; instances display a lesser degree of intelligence. SCP-6426-B also do not require a physical connection to SCP-6426 and are able to function autonomously. SCP-6426-C are mobile masses of dead tissue operated by the previously mentioned anomalous barnacle. Instances display limited dexterity, with mobility dependent on the type of tissue used.5 Instances of -C are capable of switching tissue with other -C in order to increase offensive (i.e. multiple jaws and natural weapons) or utilitarian (i.e. stacking of additional torsos and limbs to form bridge structures) capabilities. It is hypothesized SCP-6426 commands -B and -C through a limited form of telepathy. SCP-6426 is additionally able to deform and tear its own structure. The object primarily does this when it is out of water and has no available organic mass to facilitate locomotion. The object will also use this to crush and/or trap suitable sources of blood. SCP-6426 has only attempted communication with the Foundation once. See Interview.6426. Discovery: During early April, 2010, SCP-6426 appeared within Three-Portlands,6 specifically the 3Ports Harbour located in the Gunrock District. The following table details the actions and events leading up to the anomaly's capture by the Foundation, based on recovered UIU documentation and civilian reports. DATE EVENT NOTES April 10th - April 15th Over the following few days, sail boats and motor boats belonging to civilians gradually go missing. All disappearances occurred at night, in which no witnesses were present. Because the owners of said vehicles (along with the majority of citizens) were participating in the recent Not Another Fucking Starbucks7 protests, the disappearances were not initially reported. April 13th - April 15th Civilians reported that individual friends and family members failed to return home after certain nights. None. April 16th Two local ghosts8 were walking near the Harbour at night, when they witnessed a living individual suddenly dragged into the water by a tendril. Ahmad instructed his friend to wait while he attempted to investigate and locate the kidnapped citizen within the waterbody. After Ahmad failed to return after a noticeable amount of time, Moore then reported the incident to the Three Portlands Police Department, who likewise notified UIU federal agents.9 Due to the recent arrival of the local man-eating clams population,10 law enforcement were forced to postpone diving investigations; three days passed before the local population traveled back through a dimensional aperture. April 17th All missing vehicles reappeared, having been returned at some point the night previous. Owners of returned vehicles reported no changes in appearance or functionality, aside from occasional steering issues. April 19th Federal agents performed a dive search of the harbour, but were unable to locate any suspicious activities or entities. However, it was noted that the presence of aquatic life was unusually low. One underwater residence was unable to be searched, due to the antimemetic properties imposed on it by the original owner which prevent law enforcement from locating and entering the home without the owner's permission. The current owner, a spirit by the name of Soohk Mootskína'yi Sowoo Saahkómaapi, was away on a trip. April 21st Numerous boats within 3Ports Harbour autonomously removed themselves from the docks and proceeded to beach themselves on the shore; they continued traveling further on land by tearing and deforming their own structure to facilitate locomotion. At the same time, SCP-6426 surfaced from the waterbody, with a large hole in its hull and its wheelhouse visibly torn off. The object proceeded onto land at rapid pace. Around the same time SCP-6426 surfaced, the Three-Portlands Medical Center received a call from Sowoo Saahkómaapi, stating he had been attacked by a home invader and requested medical attention. The events of April 21st have been recorded from surveillance cameras located throughout Three-Portlands and complied into the following log. <11:19 AM>: 17 boats11 move to the borders of the Gunrock District, spacing themselves from each other evenly. Instances then begin generating organic structures, growing along the district's borders and connecting to one another, forming a wall. <11:26 AM>: Civilians flee in panic as SCP-6426 and -B entities kill and absorb people indiscriminately. Gunrock is fully enclosed at this point by an organic blockade, which is covered in a durable exoskeleton. There are several portions of this wall lacking an exoskeleton cover, exposing softer flesh. <11:27 AM>: SCP-6426 travels through a commercial area, absorbing civilians to generate more biomass in an attempt to repair its damages. The object suddenly backs away from the crowd with panicked movements. It then pauses before resuming pursuit, noticeably targeting a specific individual.12 As Izatt runs from the object, a security golem attacks SCP-6426, assaulting it relentlessly. <11:27 AM>: Golems in local law enforcement defend fleeing civilians from SCP-6426-B, while UIU agents and non-golem police direct civilians into secure structures for safety. Authorities make radio contact with personnel outside Gunrock, who begin tunneling through a soft section of the organic blockade. <11:37 AM>: SCP-6426 eventually destroys the golem by falling on top of it repeatedly. SCP-6426 frantically inspects its surroundings, presumably searching for Izatt. The object rapidly moves through the streets before taking a sharp turn and crashing into a local restaurant, possibly expecting another street. The owner of the establishment13 removes two large, curved swords from underneath the counter and attacks SCP-6426. Due to THE GRUEL's anomalous condition, the entity is unable to absorb him. <11:37 AM>: Outside personnel successfully breach the barricade, transporting additional security golems and weaponry into Gunrock. A minority of civilians escape at this time before an SCP-6426-B instance smashes itself into the damaged portion of the barricade, generating biomass that reseals it. <11:39 AM>: Multiple -B entities retrieve the detached portions of SCP-6426 and attempt to return them to it; these instances are accidentally destroyed during the fight. <11:46 AM>: A vast amount of SCP-6426-C instances crawl out from the waterbody, all of which are composed of various extra-dimensional aquatic species found within 3Ports Harbour. -C storm the district, rushing to SCP-6426 and overwhelming THE GRUEL. SCP-6426 retreats back towards the harbour, with multiple -B following behind it and handing it fresh corpses. Certain -B are also seen transferring their own biomass and blood into the object. <11:48 AM>: SCP-6426, with its wheelhouse restored and hole repaired, approaches a cargo boat and attempts to fuse the acquired corpses into it in order to create a massive SCP-6426-B specimen. This process causes the cargo boat to shake, spilling numerous containers into the water. One crate breaks on deck and falls into the water, releasing its contents: over 1,000 hardtack crackers. SCP-6426 immediately stops what it is doing and begins counting the crackers with one of its tendrils. <11:50 AM>: SCP-6426-C form bridges connecting to the roofs of buildings in which civilians are sheltered, for use by -B; the individuals present safely disconnect the -C instances from the roofs. As agents run out of cannon ammunition, a civilian offers up their "rare metals cannonball collection" as a substitute. Upon the impact of a certain cannonball (made of electrum) with an instance of -B, the hull is completely pierced and the entity no longer shows any signs of movement. Authorities instruct all individuals present to procure any electrum they can find. <11:54 AM>: SCP-6426 continues counting the hardtacks while the denizens of Gunrock gather the available electrum in the area and use it to combat SCP-6426-B. As the -B population steadily decreases, SCP-6426 displays agitated movements (but does not cease counting) and all extant instances of -B begin converging towards Izatt. Authorities order multiple security golems to defend Izatt, while agents use this opportunity to destroy multiple SCP-6426-B at once. Instances recklessly destroy numerous -C in their attempt to reach Izatt. <12:07 PM>: UIU agents safely rescue THE GRUEL through the use of sonic weaponry, eliminating the mass of SCP-6426-C enveloping him. Onkar Ahmad appears before the individuals and informs them of SCP-6426's current state.14 THE GRUEL takes the electrum cannonball, forces finger-holes into it, and wields it as a fist-loaded weapon. <12:09 PM>: THE GRUEL travels toward SCP-6426 and punches it once before throwing it onto shore and rapidly beating it. The object is unable to defend itself and performs motions indicating extreme pain. <12:13 PM>: THE GRUEL throws it into the air, jumps into the air himself, and hits SCP-6426 with enough force to send it flying across the Harbour. SCP-6426 impacts a previously undiscovered Way15 and is teleported to the Isle of Portland in Baseline Reality. As a Foundation transportation team was present for its arrival,16 and the object was knocked unconscious, personnel used this opportunity to acquire the anomaly and bring it to the nearby Site-393. While SCP-6426 was largely immobile during initial retrieval, it displayed minor signs of movement shortly after arriving on Site. Contact was made with the UIU to request all available information regarding the object. While initially apprehensive, [REDACTED].17 UIU willingly sent the requested information. As the object shared numerous traits and behavioral compulsions with those of vampires of legend, the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics was requested to draft Special Containment Procedures for the anomaly. Due to Folkloristics lack of knowledge regarding aquatic vehicles, the Department of Nautical Anomalies was called upon to collaborate in the drafting of Procedures. Several nautical analogues to traditional vampiric deterrents were developed, such as placing sharpened electrum in close proximity to the hardtacks it is counting, causing the object to stab itself by accidentally counting the electrum and forcing it to start over from the beginning. During early development, an incident occurred in which the transportation of additional hardtacks was impeded by the local government,18 allowing SCP-6426 to finish counting. The anomaly proceeded to breach its temporary holding cell, absorbing and converting multiple staff members. As on-site guards combated the object and cornered it within an office space, SCP-6426 suddenly began fixating on a Foundation logo present upon nearby research documents. SCP-6426 ceased hostile action and absorbed all SCP-6426-A instances, using their biomass to construct an organic siren which began emitting human vocalizations. Interview.6426: Interviewed: SCP-6426 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sajad Williamson Foreword: SCP-6426 communicated through the siren, using the voice of one of the absorbed staff members. As the recent acquisition and containment drafting of SCP-6426 was approved and overseen by the Site Director, the responsibility of an impromptu interview fell upon them. However, because the Site Director was unable to be physically present at the interview, they relayed the questions through SMS Messenger to staff located in the Intercom Master Room.19 By a 5-1 vote from the personnel present, the recently hired Dr. Williamson was assigned as the interviewer. <Begin Log> SCP-6426: I am… SO sorry. I thought you were those self-righteous lunatics from the church. I apologize profusely for any trouble I may have caused, and I want to point out I fully support your mission. Yes… our first line of defense against the undersea menace! I am more than willing to punch sharks. Selachians! Yes, right. Haha… how rude of me, yes. Dr. Williamson: (To other personnel present, distant) No. No, I don't want to! (To SCP-6426, closer) Uh, we would like you to answer some questions for the record first. SCP-6426: But I- alright. Proceed. Dr. Williamson: F-firstly, what is your relationship with Albert Izatt? SCP-6426: Albert? His first name is really Albert? Huh. Well, what other relationship is there to say besides "the hunter" and "the hunted." Admiral Izatt20 is a ruthless bastard, known for terrorizing and slaughtering people like me. He was leading a search party of those barbaric nautiphiles, intending to gut me like a seal. Dr. Williamson: Can you clarify what you mean by 'people like you?' SCP-6426: Free thinkers of course! People who are unafraid to break from the mold, to carve their own path in life instead of following the predetermined route set by that ignorant 'check valve.' The church is built upon a foundation of lies; no one's really a petty officer on this ship, we're all just… cabin boys, stumbling around in the dark as we follow the commands of an off-hands C.O.B. Heh heheh… if you want real power, real freedom, all you have to do is listen for the call of the beast. Open the porthole, and he'll squeeze you right through. Heheheh… Dr. Williamson: (Distant) Tobi you cockhead, you do this. You're the psychologist! (To SCP-6426) And, um, could you… "explicate?" Could you explicate your activities within the harbour? And- and how you arrived there. SCP-6426: Well, after I got the boatswains off my trail, I found a cave to hide in- I was forced to hide in! Yes. Forced to hide deep into the cave, which turned out to be a tunnel! Surprising. The tunnel led to some coastal community where I took refuge; licking my wounds in the safety of the depths as those zealots stalked the surface. I spent my time preparing, gathering the strength necessary to face them once more. Until I was ambushed, assaulted within my hideout by a boatswain. I fought for my life as I was forced out into the open and descended upon by a manner of monsters and freaks, all of this orchestrated by that scumbag Izatt. I was beaten within an inch of my life before… hm. I'm not quite sure what happened after that; I believe I was knocked unconscious. You'll have to illuminate me on how I came to be in your custody. Dr. Williamson: Uh… we- SCP-6426: These questions so far have been rather strange. Shouldn't you be asking me… I don't know, how many punches I can deliver in the time it takes a sea lion to shit? Or how intense my hatred for sharks is? This… this is the Centre, correct? I'm speaking to a member of the Centre, correct? Dr. Williamson: W-we, uh… yo-you're, um- Dr. Jebet Oei removes Williamson from the microphone before briefly speaking into it. Dr. Oei: Please stand by. Staff deliberate with the Site Director on how to proceed. The Site Director sends a transmission to the Multi-U Department, requesting assistance. SCP-6426's hull undulates in apparent unease. Dr. Williamson returns to the microphone, having been debriefed on relevant documentation. Dr. Williamson: Uhhhh… Um- One second… (papers are heard ruffling over the microphone) Okay. Dr. Williamson: Yes, we are the Shark Punching Centre. We will determine if you are a suitable candidate to carry out the mission: to search, punch, and contain shar- I mean selachians. Silence. SCP-6426: You're not those boneheaded idiots, are you? Silence. SCP-6426: You don't seem much smarter than them, in any case. Now, who are you really? Wait. You said… did you say "containment?" …Initiative? No. No! SCP-6426 immediately attempts escape, crashing into the nearby wall multiple times in order to break through. SCP-6426: NO! <End Log> Closing statement: SCP-6426 was immobilized shortly afterward by containment teams, who impaled it with a naval ram. It is presumed that SCP-6426's violent reaction was triggered by standard Foundation terminology, the reason behind which is unknown. Footnotes 1. Due to an unknown element or the removal of the naval ram. 2. Rate of degradation varies, but exposure to natural sunlight is shown to exacerbate this effect. 3. Similar to the jaws of Macrobdella decora, also known as the North American Medicinal Leech. 4. Due to the anomaly's extreme hostility, testing the limits of this cannot be performed. 5. For example, a human corpse would provide a moderate amount of mobility, while a sea lion or eel provide a low amount. 6. The City of Three Portlands is an extradimensional city-state located within a pocket universe which overlaps with the locations of Portland, Maine; Portland, Oregon; and the Isle of Portland in the United Kingdom. As the city is inaccessible and unknown to the general public, it sports a high population of anomalous human and non-human individuals. Due to the Hoover Mandate, most normalcy organizations (including the Foundation) hold no jurisdiction over Three Portlands. For a more in depth report, see recovered data file: UIU Location Dossier — "Three Portlands". 7. A popular chain of coffee shops in Three-Portlands. 8. Identified as Onkar Ahmad and Greg Moore. 9. The FBI Unusual Incidents Unit hold jurisdiction over most major investigations within Three Portlands. 10. As part of its bi-weekly migration schedule. 11. Now confirmed as SCP-6426-B instances. 12. Identified as Albert Izatt, a member of GoI-004 ("Church of the Broken God"). 13. Identified as THE GRUEL. 14. It was later revealed that Ahmad had been exposed to the object's cognitohazard upon their initial encounter, and used as an information scout while under its control. When SCP-6426 was exposed to the hardtacks, this control was broken. 15. A Way is a type of portal that requires a specific item or action to be performed in order to activate, referred to as a Knock. The Knock for this Way requires a large watercraft to impact it at high velocity. 16. The team in question was returning from a failed mission. 17. Information regarding codename PURPLE HARVEST is restricted on a need to know basis. 18. Due to an error in the shipping manifest, the transporting vehicle was stopped on account of suspicion that the shipment was designated for the manufacture of pipe bombs. 19. Located adjacent to the office space; both rooms are visible to each other through a glass divider. 20. Records show the last time Izatt stepped foot on a watercraft was when he was 3 years old. More From This Author More From This Author Crow-Cat's Works SCPs SCP-7547 • SCP-7755 • SCP-6818 • SCP-050-INT • Tales/GoI Formats What does B stand for? • SPC-6985: THE ANTI-SHARK • Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6426" by Crow-Cat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6426. Licensed under CC-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#: 6427 LevelN/A Containment Class: none Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Item #: SCP-64271 Special Containment Procedures: Undefined.3 Description: SCP-6427 is the temporary designation given to an entity currently inside Site-324. The full extent of its abilities is currently unknown, but it is believed that SCP-6427 is capable of teleportation, abnormal feats of strength, and enhanced agility.4 SCP-6427 appears to be a pale grey creature approximately 3 meters tall.5 SCP-6427 possesses irregular body proportions, with some appendages extending over 2 meters further than others.6 SCP-6427 possesses mild antimemetic properties, which it theoretically uses in order to avoid description.7 SCP-6427 was discovered after sightings of a hostile force inside Site-324 were confirmed on 12/10/2021. The entity proceeded to engage several members of Site Security, ultimately overpowering them and turning towards nearby personnel.8 The entity materialized inside Junior Researcher Michaels' living quarters at approximately 3:56 AM9 and was subsequently restrained accidentally by a file describing it10, which Michaels had made in an attempt to communicate with any available member of site staff.11 SCP-6427 is thought to possess an aversion to written descriptions of it, which render it inert.12 When SCP-6427 is actively described in a document, it assumes a fetal position, although a pause longer than a second restores its ability to move.13 Although SCP-6427 could remain contained indefinitely14 by describing it, this method of containment is unfeasible, in part due to th [LAST ACTIVE: 560 MINUTES AGO.] [PAGE LOCK EXPIRED.] Footnotes 1. pending approval. 2. pending approval. 3. Note: Forward this to HCML rep. 4. discerning additional abilities has presented several challenges, due to the ongoing situation. 5. Taking exact measurements is currently unfeasible. 6. I'll be cleaning up the description when the entity isn't breathing down my neck. I hope. 7. As if anyone could describe a single creature for long, especially at this hour. Also: Double-check the meaning of antimemetic later. 8. This is probably off tone, hopefully, I'll be able to fix it later. 9. Bastard. REMOVE THIS LATER 10. A miracle, if you take into account the battery left on my laptop. 11. I will never thank orientation enough after this. We all laughed at "If you see an entity lunging at you, use your last breath to document it", but I guess it's not always about being part of an undercover meat grinder with these people. 12. Verbal descriptions and video logs seem to have no effect since the entity did not stop until I wrote its designation. 13. Note: I was willing to risk it for science. It's practically on top of me now. 14. Provided I find my power cord. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6427" by Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6427. Licensed under CC-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-6428 during recovery. Item #: SCP-6428 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6428 is contained in a standard object containment cell. Subjects working with SCP-6428 must be screened and approved before testing with the object. SCP-6428-1 is contained in a standard containment locker. Description: SCP-6428 is a pink dunking booth measuring 3 meters in height. With the exception of its capacity to replenish its water, quickly repair any damage done to it, and its heater and pump constantly running without electrical power, the object bears no physical anomalies. SCP-6428-1 is a collection of twenty three baseballs. When a living being holds onto an instance of SCP-6428-1 and stands away from SCP-6428 at a distance with the intention of hitting the target, SCP-6428-A will instantly manifest on the seat. SCP-6428-A is a sapient entity whose form alters radically with each appearance. Only a handful of the entity's traits are consistent. These include: The inability or the unwillingness to leave SCP-6428; The depiction of SCP-6428-A's form corresponds with a particular and/or personal aspect of the subject that they themselves view in a negative light (embarrassment, disgust, anger etc); Is highly talkative and can speak in a variety of accents.1 SCP-6428-A will attempt to goad the subject into hitting SCP-6428's target. The entity accomplishes this by frustrating and/or upsetting the subject with well-crafted personal insults and non-stop aggravation. If the subject leaves without hitting the target, SCP-6428-A will remain in SCP-6428, ranging from 1 hour to six days before vanishing. If the subject is successful in hitting the target, the seat will drop SCP-6428-A into the water. At this point, additional anomalous phenomena2 will occur inside SCP-6428, invariably leading to the death and demanifestation of SCP-6428-A.3 Following SCP-6428-A's demise, subjects will gain a sense of positivity and believe they have made progress on their own. However, this is not objectively true, and the feelings will quickly subside. Additionally, for each SCP-6428-1 instance that is thrown, approximately $100 dollars will be missing from their personal finances. Discovery: SCP-6428 was discovered within the premises of a county fair in Goat City, Tennessee after information of SCP-6428-A's properties began circulating on social media. These posts were taken down, and all witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics. The fairs' security footage was examined, revealing two hooded humanoid entities driving up to the edge of the fair in a truck and quickly offloading SCP-6428 before leaving. A note was left taped to SCP-6428 which read: "DEAR WARDENS: YOU CAN HAVE THIS ONE M.L.F.4" Addendum-01, Partial Test Log: After containment was established, a series of tests were authorized for the purpose of understanding the boundaries of SCP-6428-A. All subjects were given a seat amount of $100 USDs before each test. To see the full test log, contact Dr. Nicholas Cann. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/6428/Test/Partial ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Test #: 001 Subject: D-45789 Subject Notes: D-45789 was diagnosed with body dysmorphia and multiple eating disorders before joining the Foundation. Result: SCP-6428-A appeared as an obese human-bovine hybrid. SCP-6428-A made 'mooing' noises while making gestures of shoving food into their mouth. D-46789 curses expletives at the entity. The entity responded by speaking, the audio equipment failed to pick up the entire sentence, but it involved SCP-6428-A loudly exclaiming "Try me you fat cow, we all know you're going to stuff your pie hole when this is all over!" While making raspberries towards D-46789. D-45789 screamed continued cursing at SCP-6428-A, using most of her reserves of SCP-6428-A. D-45789 eventually successfully hit the target. The water transformed into boiling cooking oil just as SCP-6428-A fell in, soon emerging as a giant-sized hamburger before vanishing. D-45789 sighed in relief and expressed moderate elation before being escorted from the testing chamber. D-45789 was found later that day in the site's cafeteria; she was silently crying while consuming a hamburger. Test #: 005 Subject: Agent Rodney Subject Notes: Agent Rodney is a seasoned agent who is primarily concerned with cases related to the Miracle Liberation Front. Result: SCP-6428-A manifested as a clone of Agent Rodney, with the only difference being that the entity's muscles look substantially weak, they are wearing a stereotypical hero costume with the words "Mr. R" written on the front and has bright red rosy cheeks. The entity is carrying a toy fire truck. Agent Rodney attempts to hold a conversation with SCP-6428-A; the entity responds by repeating Agent Rodney's last sentence in a dismissive and mocking tone. Agent Rodney attempts to reason with SCP-6428-A, citing benefits of cooperation with Foundation personnel. SCP-6428-A responds by citing all of Agent Rodney's faults then makes out with the fire truck. Agent Rodney is visibly shocked, then becomes angered. Agent Rodney throws a handful of SCP-6428-1, failing to hit the target. Agent Rodney refuses to resume testing in exasperation and leaves the chamber. SCP-6428-A points and laughs at Agent Rodney but their grip slips in the process and the toy becomes lodged into their throat. The entity panics and attempts to dislodge the object from the throat; they fail and succumb to asphyxiation. SCP-6428-A immediately demanifests. Test #: 023 Subject: Security Guard Benns Subject Notes: Security Guard Benns have lost a leg and an eye in the line of duty and wears prosthetics. Result SCP-6428-A manifests as a stereotypical pirate with a peg leg, an eyepatch, and a parrot on its shoulder. The pirate's only form of communication is making grunts or saying the phrase 'arrgh' multiple times; the parrot speaks in a high-pitch Boston accent. The parrot disparages Security Guard Benns, citing his disabilities and that he should've been put on a desk job instead. SCP-6428-A further elaborated that he'll never be able to hit the target because he only has 'one eye on the prize.' Security Guard Benns smiles, then shoots SCP-6428's target with his sidearm. SCP-6428-A falls into the water and remerges, visibly stunned. SCP-6428-A vehemently accuses Security Guard Benns of cheating as several sharks manifest in the water. SCP-6428-A silent gasps and screams as they are violently consumed by the sharks. Security Guard Benns then requests a smoke break. Request accepted. Test #: 031 Subject: Dr. Cann Subject Notes: Dr. Cann is a seasoned doctor who specializes in pataphysics. Result: SCP-6428-A appears as a clone of Dr. Helen Dray, a colleague of Dr. Cann. Unlike most tests, they remain silent and observe Dr. Cann with a sympathetic expression. Dr. Cann questions SCP-6428-A on their silence. SCP-6428-A responds with "You're a ginger. How can I put you in more pain than you already are?" SCP-6428-A gets off the seat and stands on the water. The entity then anomalously extends their finger before lightly tapping on the target. A loud toilet flushing sound is heard as SCP-6428-A slowly sinks into SCP-6428. The entity salutes Dr. Cann while frowning in an exaggerated manner before disappearing under the water. Dr. Cann suspended testing for the rest of the day. Alright, this has gone far enough. It's about time we pull off the kiddie gloves, I'm not leaving without that interview. —Dr. Cann Test #: 032 Subjects: D-45798, Agent Rodney, Dr. Cann, Security Guard Benns. Result (See Addendum-02) [END LOG] Addendum-02, Incident: On the 15th of May, measures were taken to establish an interview with SCP-6428-A. This have proven difficult as the entity prefers to focus on the subject and constantly tries to derail any conversation that would give insight. To combat this, multiple subjects were chosen to interact with SCP-6428 at once, and had to cooperate with one another in maintaining communication with SCP-6428-A. This was the most recent test to date on the object. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/6428/Incident/6428-A ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ [BEGIN LOG] Agent Rodney: This is going to be a S-show, isn't it? God, I don't have the energy for this. [Four of the Foundation personnel organize themselves in a line with Agent Rodney, D-45789, Security Guard Benns and Dr. Cann front to back respectively. A small ramp has been placed under the target leading to the group. A bucket of SCP-6428-1 are placed near them; all of them are holding an SCP-6428-1 instances] Security Guard Benns: We haven't even started, Rod. Maybe this one will be different. Wait… S… Show? Huh? Agent Rodney: What? I'm trying to cut down on the swearing. I heard it doesn't do… erm… for the language part of the brain well… yeah. D-45789: Yeah, we don't want to upset your mom or anything. God, so fucking weak— Dr. Cann: Hey, can up, and play nice. Please? We gotta get this done. Otherwise we'll miss the ice cream social. Okay? Okay. So why is it not working yet? Is one person's the limit or are we too far— [SCP-6428-A manifests on the seat as an anthropomorphic donkey wearing a dunce cap and a bowtie. The entity's front teeth are abnormally large and a large smile is plastered on his face. SCP-6428-A's bow spins in place as the sound of a bicycle horn plays in the background.] Dr. Cann: [Muttering] Well at least his looks make sense this time. SCP-6428-A: GUH-HYUK! Howdy folks! Long time no see, now who's up to batter this round. I gotta load of good zingers tonig— oh? [D-45789 snarls; Agent Rodney sighs; Security Guard Benns appears visibly bored; and Dr. Cann is frowning. SCP-6428-A learns, displaying signs of amusement, then snickers.] SCP-6428-A: Talk about a tough crowd. Let's see… wow! Cow, Cyclops, Ginger, and the Simp? The gang's all here? For me? [SCP-6428-A smile widens] Awww… you guys missed me haven't you? D-45789: Go to hell. SCP-6428-A: ♪ Ladies first! ♪ Huh, oh! Congrats on the pregnancy, by the way! D-45789: Pregnant? SCP-6428-A: You're not? Oh wait a minute… your large pie hole… enlarged tummy… ah it's a food baby, then. My mistake. Congratulations! Try not to leave this on the doorstep like your folks this time, eh? Can you do that, sweetie pie? D-45789: You motherfuc— Dr. Cann: SCP-6428-A! Understand this is not a cordial visit. You— SCP-6428-A: Ugh, up with that interview crap again? Jesus Christ you're so annoying. Dr. Cann: And you're not? SCP-6428-A: Never said I was an angel. Agent Rodney: Do we really need this Cann? I doubt whatever this guy says is going to be helpful. SCP-6428-A: Tubby toes' got a point. Dr. Cann: No, no. He's not leaving without an answer. And you will answer, or else. SCP-6428-A: Or what? You gonna tell on me? Security Guard Benns: Yes. [SCP-6428-A tilts their head in confusion.] Security Guard Benns: If you're not going to cooperate, the Foundation won't see any reason to hand you a bone. Meaning you can be disposed of. SCP-6428-A: Oh puh-leeze! Like they're gonna kill me! this is basically a prison, remember? Security Guard Bennss: That's exactly the point. We can just as easily lock you in the hole, toss the key, and not lose any sleep over it. And we all know how much you love to talk. [SCP-6428-A frowns, then scratches their chin.] SCP-6428-A: So either solitary or being bossed around by the lollipop guild. Hm… tough choice. Dr Cann: SCP-64— SCP-6428-A: Alright, alright chill out, dickless. I'll play along… as long as you play along. I need to make a living after all. Agent Rodney: But you don't even spend the money what could you possibly use— [SCP-6428-A changes their form similar in appearance to Rich Uncle Pennybags.5 All of the entity's clothing is made from individual $100 dollar banknotes; only the fake mustache appears unfinished.] [Silence.] SCP-6428-A: What? The goatee isn't gonna finish itself. Agent Rodney: [Sigh] Yep, I don't have the energy for this. Can I get some coffee, Cann? Please? I'm getting a headache already. Dr. Cann: Sure, don't take too long. [Agent Rodney nods and leaves the room. D-45789 begins throwing SCP-6428-1 instances as SCP-6428-A changes their form again into a large hamburger, constantly leaking ketchup and mustard. The flaps between the burger patty and the top bun move as the entity speaks.] D-45789: Alright asshole, let's kick off with a little question that's been nagging: who the flying fuck do you think you are? SCP-6428-A: Um, either your kryptonite or your future self. I think you already have an idea Miss Moo. [D-45789 shakes violently but stops when Security Guard Benns loudly clears his throat. D-45789 takes a deep breath and smiles; she is clenching her teeth firmly.] D-45789: W-What I meant to say was, what exactly are you? We know you're connected to the tank, but who are really? Are you really human? [Ketchup and mustard continues leaking from SCP-6428-A.] SCP-6428-A: …Were you dropped? D-45789: Okay, fuck you then. So what's next? Are you a ghost or something? SCP-6428-A: … [Sniffs] My god, I'm… I'm so sorry. [All personnel observe SCP-6428-A, who continues stiflingly. A transparent liquid begins seeping from the upper-portion of the top bun.] SCP-6428-A: I… I keep forget… I keep forgetting why I'm the way I am. I just… can't help it. It's just part of who I am… and I can't stop it. Especially… that night. D-45789: That… night? [SCP-6428-A displays a gesture reminiscent of nodding. D-45789 slowly moves closer to SCP-6428. Security Guard Benns shakes his head in disbelief.] SCP-6428-A: You were right… I'm what you would call… a ghost, I guess. I mean I definitely know for a fact I used to be in a different body. I… the memories are hazy. I know I'm not from this earth. I… was a king, I think? I know I used to be in charge of a kingdom. That's right! I had a wife, a son! I had… I had… oh god, no! How could I be so blind to it? What have I done? What did I do?! D-45789: Did what? Mister, what happened? What did you… are you okay? [SCP-6428-A mutters to itself, their words are barely audible as they openly sob. D-45789 moves closer to SCP-6428, dropping her SCP-6428-1 instance.] D-45789: Mister?… Mister? Dr. Cann: D-45789! I wouldn't advise that. It's going to— [SCP-6428-A suddenly lurches forwards and audibly sneezes. Ketchup, mustard, and enlarged pickle propel itself out of SCP-6428's cage onto D-45789. D-45789 is covered head to toe, she is visibly shocked. SCP-6428-A laughs.] SCP-6428-A: God, you actually fell for that? I wasn't even trying! Jesus, just when I think you can't get any dumber you keep flapping those lips! D-45789: …What? SCP-6428-A: I made it up ya dumb cow! As far as I'm concerned, I was born like this. That's it. If you read the file and put two and two together you would have known that! I can't blame you too much though, all that fat you've been choking down must be clogging your brain! D-45789: Fucker! I will destroy you! Dr. Cann: Wait! Hold on— [D-45789 sprints towards SCP-6428, only to collide with an invisible barrier. D-45789 falls to the floor in pain as she covers her nose. Security Guard Benns helps D-45789 to her feet.] D-45789: Ow…. ow! The hell… hell was…? Security Guard Benns: Invisible wall. Spawns every time when somebody tries to get physical. No one told you? D-45789: N-No one did. I wasn't… erm— SCP-6428-A: —Wasn't informed? Not surprising. Aren't you guys supposed to be human cannon fodder? Security Guard Benns: Eat shit and die. D… forget it, miss, just rest in the corner. I'll handle this. [D-45789 growls, staring at SCP-6428-A before nodding. She moves to the wall and sits down, massaging her nose. Security Guard Benns carcasses the SCP-6428-1 instance in his palms. SCP-6428-A changes their form into a creature resembling a cyclops.] SCP-6428-A: Huh… I get the feeling you're not too happy with me right now— [Security Guard Benns throws the SCP-6428-1 instance between the bars of SCP-6428's tank. The instance bounces off an invisible barrier between the bars. SCP-6428-A smiles and raises its eyebrow multiple times.] SCP-6428-A: I understand you're not too happy with me right now. Security Guard Benns: So this is your whole thing? [Throws Instance] Singing like an asswipe canary? [Throws Instance]. SCP-6428-A: Uh, Duhh! It's what I was built for after all. Security Guard Benns: Let me guess, you're the dunk tank? [Throws Instance]. SCP-6428-A: Yes— well… more like a ghost?… a physical persona… a stand? Eh, take your pick. I wasn't… and then I was. That's all you need to know, anything else it'll cost you an arm or leg. Oh… wait a minute— [Security Guard Benns throws multiple SCP-6428-1 instances, failing to hit the target.] Security Guard Benns: So not only does your existence literally have no point whatsoever, you're just a glorified one-trick pony. I can't tell if that's sad or pathetic. SCP-6428-A: Eh, maybe. ♪ But at least I'm not a train wreck! ♪ I mean, who do people think I am? Their therapist? It's not my job to lick their wounds. I mean it's bad enough they use me for a 'pick me up' every time I get dunked, but— Security Guard Benns: Wait, wait— Hold on, hold on. [Security Guard Benns ceases throwing SCP-6428-1 instances.] Security Guard Benns: Let me try to get this straight… are you trying to say that the mental effect of whenever someone dunks you is actually a small portion of another ability you have? As in you, you can… help people with their problems? SCP-6428-A: That's right. Security Guard Benns: But you choose not to because you think it's… funny? [SCP-6428-A leans forward, its lips are twisted into a large grin.] SCP-6428-A: That's right. [Security Guard Benns quickly reaches for his sidearm but is stopped by Dr. Cann. Dr. Cann hands him a cigarette.] Dr. Cann: Forget it, you know it'll just brush it off. Besides, we're not done. I think it's time for your break anyways. [Security Guard Benns rolls his eyes, takes the cigarette and stands to the side. He lights the cigarette with his lighter and smokes. SCP-6428-A changes their form into an entity resembling a stick figure with a trollage face. Dr. Cann starts throwing SCP-6428-1 instances] SCP-6428-A: Ain't I a stinker? Dr. Cann: Yes… yes you are. One more thing. What you were doing at the fair and why does it have to do with the Liberation Front? SCP-6428-A: Those Serpent Hand wannabees? Eh, nothing special. It's kind of a funny story actually… [SCP-6428-A sees Agent Rodney enter the chamber with a coffee cup in hand. The entity smiles and changes their form into a scarecrow with a farmer hat. Agent Rodney stops upon seeing SCP-6428-A, becoming visibly confused.] SCP-6428-A: So you really want to know why I was there? At the fair? Well the truth was, I was abandoned there, on the orders of a man… a man named Farmer Brown. [Dr. Cann raises an eyebrow as he continues to throw. Agent Rodney opens his eyes and gets closer to SCP-6428-A.] Agent Rodney: Farmer Brown? He… he did that? SCP-6428-A: Oh you know him? The fruitcake with a green thumb and itchy trigger finger? Who else? That guy… he's a real piece of work. He acts all nice and brings out all this spiritual crap, but boy ain't it a load of shit. And because of that I paid the price. Agent Rodney: No… no, no— that doesn't make sense. I can't see why— SCP-6428-A: Well, he did! And not only that, he also— Dr. Cann: Its lying. Agent Rodney: Huh? Dr. Cann: We got new intel. Apparently from what I've been told a couple of low-level employees got too annoyed by this little gem and decided to make it our problem. 'Brown', had nothing to do with it. SCP-6428-A: Oh, screw you freckles! I had a good thing going there. Dick! Dr. Cann: The pot said to the kettle. Agent Rodney: Really? I can't believe— now you're lying, huh? I don't… look! I'm trying to give you respect and you keep… I dunno… being a dick about it. And I don't think I appreciate what you're doing. So why not we all calm down here, I think we gotten off the wrong foot— [SCP-6428-A pulls out a harmonica and sings.] SCP-6428-A: ♪ Rodney and Brown, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G— ♪ [Agent Rodney is visibly shocked before expressing signs of outrage. He turns to Dr. Cann.] Agent Rodney: Hey Cann, didn't you say you guys recently came up with a theory that 6428 may be telepathic? Dr. Cann: That's the most likely theory, yes… why? Agent Rodney: Hm… hold on. [Agent Rodney scratches his chin then focuses his attention towards SCP-6428-A. SCP-6428-A continues singing in a mocking tone before stopping suddenly dropping the harmonica in confusion, and transforming into a large chocolate ice cream cone.] SCP-6428-A: This is new. So what’s it this time? Are you another fat cow? Maybe lactose intolerant? Tell me! Tell me! I… oh god. Dr. Cann: Hm? SCP-6428-A? Wh— [SCP-6428-A lurches forward. A mouth appears on the entity and they vomit a dark brown liquid into the water. SCP-6428-A sputters as they shake violently.] SCP-6428-A: W-What the hell are y-you doing? What is… what is… no, no no! Make it stop! God nooooooo! [SCP-6428-A continues to vomit. In a move of desperation, the entity bangs their head against the bars. All personnel observe SCP-6428-A with confusion.] Dr. Cann: Um… Rod… what did you… Agent Rodney: Saw something I shouldn't have when I was young. Didn't think it would be this effective— SCP-6428-A: No, no! What kind of cruel… why does that exist?! Okay, okay! You win, you win. I'll stop being a dick, just help me out here. You gotta hit the thing! Agent Rodney: The target. SCP-6428-A: I'll keep thinking of stuff constantly unless I'm dunked, it'll reset. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a fucking cherry on top! I'll do anything! Agent Rodney: Anything? SCP-6428-A: Yes, yes! Sure thing— Agent Rodney: I don't know, we're running pretty low on money— SCP-6428-A: Here, here! You can have it back. [SCP-6428-A snaps. A small pile of $100 dollar banknotes manifest on the ground. Agent Rodney nods in approval.] Agent Rodney: Yep, this is more than enough. SCP-6428-A: So we're clear? Agent Rodney: No. SCP-6428-A: Wha— Agent Rodney: I'll be sent out to the field in five. Can't spare a single second. Smell you later. SCP-6428-A: B-But you'll come back right? Right?! Agent Rodney: Sure… maybe… I dunno… Bye. [Agent Rodney leaves. SCP-6428-A turns to look at D-45789.] SCP-6428-A: So… listen I didn't mean it— D-45789: What's that? Sorry I can't hear you right now. I'm a dumb cow that loves stuffing her face, remember? Now, if you excuse me, there's an ice cream bar that needs my attention. I bet it'll taste real sweet. [D-45789 leaves. SCP-6428-A turns to Dr. Cann, who is collecting the banknotes.] SCP-6428-A: Listen, I actually think ging— erm, redheads are pretty cool. Dr. Cann: You're wasting your time. I got a report to write, do whatever you want. [Dr. Cann leaves. SCP-6428-A's breath is shaky as they turn to Security Guard Benns. He is smiling and is almost finished with his cigarette.] Security Guard Benns: Sure, I'll give it my best shot. SCP-6428-A: You… you mean it? Security Guard Benns: Absolutely. My smoke break is almost over anyways. I don't think I could get a good shot with those walls in the way though… SCP-6428-A: Not even a problem! [SCP-6428-A snaps their fingers.] SCP-6428-A: There you go! All gone! Now please, take your best shot— [A SCP-6428-1 instance is thrown straight into SCP-6428-A's face. It becomes embedded into the ice cream. The entity expresses pain.] SCP-6428-A: Ow, ow! What the hell was that for? Security Guard Benns: Blame my depth perception. Now as you excuse me, I'm taking my second smoke break. Too-da-loo. [Security Guard Benns smokes another cigarette and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.] SCP-6428-A: Hey, hey! Let's talk about this! I… I have plenty of information about the Front! Yeah, you won't be able to get it if I'm stuck here all day. Right?… Right?! Dammit! I'll… I-I'll sue your asses if you don't come back now and finish this. I have rights and you don't have a right— shit! [SCP-6428-A slips off the seat and falls into the water, which is now colored green. SCP-6428-A remerges from the water a moment later, their ice cream is now green. SCP-6428-A looks at their reflection in the water and cries.] [END LOG] Unlike SCP-6428-A, the entity finally demanifested after reaching the twenty four day mark. Further interviews with SCP-6428-A revealed that they are now weary of any subject concerning Agent Rodney, the color brown, lesbians, and 'one cup'. Proposals to amend containment procedures to gain SCP-6428-A's compliance with this information in mind is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Despite this, SCP-6428-A almost exclusively chooses to speak in a poorly-imitated Boston American accent. 2. Like SCP-6428-A, the exact phenomena is dependent on the subject's identity. 3. These deaths are inconsequential, as SCP-6428-A will be unharmed in future remanifestations with memory of the event 4. A group of sapient anomalies whose main objective is the permeant dismantlement of normalcy and establishing a SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario in the process. 5. The main mascot of the board game, Monopoly.
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Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-6429 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6429 are contained within separate storage lockers at Reliquary Site-27. Foundation containment teams are to routinely monitor the Himalayas for SCP-6429-A activity every 6 months. Size comparison between an instance of SCP-6429-A (right) and an average human male (left) Description: SCP-6429 denotes a set of items that consist of several remains of an anomalous hominid species (SCP-6429-A) as well as several pieces of media depicting SCP-6429-A. SCP-6429 instances have primarily come from the Himalayas and the regions surrounding it. SCP-6429-A has been designated Homo magnus frater. SCP-6429 includes: SCP-6429-1 refers to a collection of body parts from SCP-6429-A. SCP-6429-1 includes several finger bones belonging to an SCP-6429-A instance. This has pointed towards SCP-6429-A belonging to the taxonomic order Primates due to the similar bone structure of the digits. These digits contain the presence of abnormal bone growth resembling that of bear claws. SCP-6429-1 also includes a mummified scalp of an SCP-6429-A instance, with carbon dating suggesting it to be approximately 300-400 years old. Both the finger bones and scalp were originally discovered to be in the possession of Tibetan Buddhist monks. SCP-6429-1 also includes several strands of red hair collected from a Hollow Cedar Tree in Bhutan from an SCP-6429-A instance. DNA analysis has shown that SCP-6429-A contains DNA from several now extinct Hominid species as well as DNA related to a now extinct palaeolithic bear species, endemic to the Himalayas. It is unknown how SCP-6429-A instances were capable of inhabiting this environment. SCP-6429-2 refers to a photo depicting a footprint in the snow from an SCP-6429-A instance. Analysis has shown that the footprint closely resembles the foot structure of several Hominid species not endemic to the Himalayan region. The footprint is roughly 0.75 metres in length. SCP-6429-3 refers to an artistic rendering of an SCP-6429-A instance found in the Anatomical Dictionary by Lovsan Yondon and Tsend Otchuber circa the 18th century. SCP-6429-A is believed to be the "Yeti" as described in Tibetan mythology. If all instances of SCP-6429 are brought together within a radius of 5 metres, a reality altering phenomenon will take place in which SCP-6429-A will manifest within certain media. Notable examples include the appearance of the character Bumble in the 1964 Christmas television special Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Another notable example is the appearance of The Abominable Snowman in the 2001 animated movie Monsters, Inc. Addendum 6429.1: In 1957 MTF Psi-01 ("Snow Plough") were tasked with attempting to locate and contain an SCP-6429-A instance. Due to technology at the time, the only recording of the mission is a journal from Psi-01 member Jasper Clarke. This occured before the discovery of all the SCP-6429 instances. March 1st 1957 I haven't been on a Foundation exploration for the better half of a year, let alone one that has taken me so far out of the country. It irritates me to my core not to be given even the slightest hint of what we may come across. All they have disclosed is that it's some kind of beast hidden within the Himalayan mountains. Such secrecy, I hope, is not an omen of what is to come, but I won't push for more details if I am to keep this job. For the first day of the expedition, it was a rather pleasant mood, meeting up with several other Foundation operatives from the area at a camp by the base of the mountains. They introduced our team to two monks from the area. They spoke of a species of wild men within the mountains. Not many details about their appearance were given, however the name "Yeti" was thrown around, or as they referred to it, "Yeh Teh". I faintly recognised the name from the newspapers. The monks told us that the creature was fairly neutral, only attacking if disturbed. I suppose that's one good thing. We stopped by base camp to prepare for tomorrow's endeavour. I pray to God that I arrive home with all my limbs still attached to me. Supper was served in the mess hall. The standard grub with a little bit of regional flair. Not too bad for the Foundation, although the addition of some salt would have satisfied me much better. I couldn't help but wander out a little after dark. Sneaking out in the dead silence of night to explore a little, as was my curious nature. Outside the camp was a little shack that had the lights still on. Wondering what was happening inside I looked in through a hole in the wall. It appeared to be a group of young men forming a half circle around a series of artefacts. What looked to be several bones and a patch of dirty, furry flesh. Around the remains were several photos that I could not identify. They definitely weren't the monks, and were seeming to perform some kind of rite. I thought it best not to intrude on forces that I do not understand, so I quickly made my way back to the site. March 2nd 1957 It was around 6:45 AM when we set off into the mountains. Our captain said that it was best to leave before many people saw us in our gear in case the locals caught onto our plans. The two monks from the day before joined our group to give guidance so we didn't get ourselves killed. I was rather suspicious as to the reason for them tagging along, but I suppose it would help to have a few extra spotters while I take my morning piss. The day was mostly uneventful. The thick forests lead into barren wastes of brown soil and giant grey rocks that looked as if they had been placed there by titans. In the distances were titanic mountains covered in snow that stretched above the clouds. I had heard the tales of British explorers who dared climb to the top of these structures, lumbering through the bitter cold and low oxygen. Even at this point I had begun to feel light headed, requiring a rest every so often as we trekked through the unending landscape and so called "wonder of the world" We discovered the carcass of a deceased yak, with its gut being torn down the side by ravenous talons and its neck being bitten open by the jaws of some colossal animal. A leg had been pulled from its body right out of the socket and had been seemingly dragged away by some creature. A trail of bloody footprints led off over a hill. Not in all my years on this planet had I seen such giant imprints before; with a wide base and spread out toes that ended in large nails. They were bigger than our ice picks and had to have been from the illusive wild men that haunted these mountains. From the distance stood a man and his cattle, simply watching us. He did not make a move, he only watched. By nightfall we had established a base within a cave, with the entrance being a thin slit in between the rocks to protect us from predators. The cave was rather spacious on the inside, with enough room to set up several tents to hold out for the night. We were lucky to have made the decision to stay in that cave, since during the night we came under attack by a dark shape in the night. It was impossible to make out, but most of us agreed it was just a bear snooping around. If anything it reminded me just how big bears are. The captain, being as stern as he always is, simply loaded his weapon and shot at the cave walls near it, scaring away the animal. March 3rd 1957 Today we noticed a large furry beast far in the distance storming its way up a mountain. It was hard to make out any distinct features from the mass as it stumbled about. Whether it walked on four legs or two legs, I could not tell. Perhaps it was just another bear, and I know this may seem to contradict what I have stated previously, but I doubt a bear could ever grow to such a size. Nevertheless it was our first potential sighting, so we decided to call out and see if we could get its attention. It shifted its head round to take a look at us with bright, glowing eyes. It was as if it stared directly into our souls. Just like that it swiftly turned back around and wandered off. In an attempt to follow the beast, we rushed to its location to find absolutely no tracks. It was as if it had never been there, like some figment. To gauge some kind of idea where this thing could be, we asked several of the locals. The word "mi-dred" was uttered several times. It was some kind of half man hybrid that stalked the mountains. You think a whole species of giant monkeys would show themselves more. March 4th 1957 During the night we were faced with more bears surrounding the cave, instead this time they just sat there staring at us with intense eyes, ready to pounce at any moment. By sunrise they had all gone, with no trace left behind as per usual. Something quite shocking had occured today. While taking a break, Jason left to go relieve himself behind the rocks. After roughly a minute, we heard the sound of gunshots and screaming. Rushing to the location revealed Jason's flailing body being mauled by a huge bear. The beast was over three metres tall, with black piercing eyes and ragged reddish fur. Its maw was a mess of gore and saliva, as visera dropped from its jaws. We began to shoot at the beast, yet our bullets simply bounced off its immense pelt, landing on the dirt nearby. The creature barely even reacted as it let go of Jason's throat, allowing his body to slump down to the ground. The beast looked upon us with hungry eyes, showing off a thousand scars from a history of fighting. As it began to approach the mountains were suddenly filled with the roar of something else, something much bigger. The bear began to wince, quickly turning before running off. Jason's body was frozen in a state of terror, his eyes rolled back in a mix of suffocation and blood loss, his arms clutching at a burst jugular. We buried him in the snow of a nearby mountain. If a bear like that was scared away by that roar, I can only imagine the creature that produced it. Part of me wants to get this over and done with, yet the other is fearful of what I may encounter during the next few days. I feel my skin shivering and my hairs standing up. The monks told us that we should act quickly, since the wild men are growing more agitated the more we stay here. March 5th 1957 Once again we have been beset on by the bears, however something was different. From within the cave came the sound of chanting, as the giant bear from the day before walked through the crowd, clutched in its jaws was the corpse of Jason. As muck and blood dribbled down onto the grown, it dropped the rotting body by the cave's entrance, hissing and growling as it waited. From the darkness behind came a colossal figure, rumbling the ground as it walked. Each step was slow and lumbering, as the monster came into view. Under bloody matted hair was a gaunt yet muscular frame with broad shoulders and bulky limbs. Its face had a wide toothy maw that grinned with inhuman malice. The remainder of the head was shadowed by thick dreads. Its arms stretched down to its knees, with human figures ending in black talons. The figure must have been at least five metres tall and at least half a tonne. Clenching its fists it produced a tremendous cry, some cacophony of roars from bears, cows, monkeys and even the screams of humans. The cry spurted out saliva and blood, coating the ground and rock. After a good ten second, the monster finally stopped. At that moment all the bears began to approach the entrance. The horde began to claw at the cave's entrance, some even wrapping their jaws around the rock, breaking teeth and stone. The captain ordered us to gather our weapons and begin our assault on the mass of bears. The bullets burst through their thick skulls, causing many to collapse. As soon as one fell it was replaced by another who would begin digging at the entrance. As it slowly widened, more breached through, causing us all to back up until we hit a wall. A monk found himself too close to the horde and was quickly engulfed by the bears. In an instant, his body was torn apart. The entrance was wide enough for the colossal humanoid to enter as we all stared frozen in place, too afraid to raise our weapons. The captain pulled out a pistol, pointing it towards the creature's head. With a smile on its face it merely swatted the weapon away before a round was unloaded. By this point I had fully accepted that any attempt at escape would be futile and would result in the death of my dignity as well. I accepted the death that was soon to come, yet it never came. Peeling open my eyes, I saw the horde had turned to face towards the caves entrance. Several metres away from the entrance stood another one of the wild men, however this time it was covered with a coat almost whiter than the surrounding snow. The two beasts looked at each other completely still and unreactive. The bears began to exit from the cave along with their leader. With a charge they engaged the other beast. In my panic I couldn't not recall the ensuing battle that took place. The only piece I can remember is the noise of it all. Like an orchestra of chaos, the two forces fought, sending meat and guts into the surrounding area. The entrance now free, we all ran down the mountains, hoping to be free of the wild mens rampage. I had never ran so fast in my life. It wasn't until sunrise did we finally see base camp and we could finally leave this place for good. While driving on the coach back across the border, I couldn't help but notice how all the civilians around were staring at us as we went along. Not like a curious stare, but one that seemed to be filled with intention. Maybe I'm just imagining things. I can't seem to get the image of the wild men out of my head. Maybe I just need a proper night's rest, that's all. After the return of Psi-01, a second Foundation containment team, MTF Lambda-08, were sent in and reported no activity from the Himalayan region regarding the SCP-6429-A instances. Lambda-08 discovered the location of Psi-01's campsite situated within a space through an opening in a cliff face. There were clear signs of weathering, with bits of rock being chipped away from the sides of the entrance. The body of Jason Heisenberg was located roughly 20 miles from the campsite. Along with this, there was also a clear lack of evidence that a fight had taken place. Analysis of suits worn by Psi-01, revealed the presence of blood which was discovered to be a genetic match with the local Himalayan bear populations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6429" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6429. Licensed under CC-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: magnus Author: Bread_Tyrant License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link
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Notice: The following file has been received as Emergency Priority by the Final Department. A Sequence Breaker has been deployed to aid survivors. This information is to be Classified Level 5 until SCP-6430 is successfully Fettered to prevent spread of its effects. Item Number: SCP-6430/SPIRAL Special Containment Procedures: Containment compromised. SCP-6430 cannot be contained through any conventional means. If encountering an individual under the primary effect of SCP-6430, one must flee. One should not engage in any form of communication with those affected, as doing so is liable to spread SCP-6430 further. Due to its effects, containment of SCP-6430 is to be orchestrated by personnel of the Final Department — this is to include any revisions to documentation for legibility purposes as well as personnel handling/termination. Description: The anomaly in question is a self-aware metaphysical construct thought to intersect to some degree with the noosphere — the collective realm of human thought — which constitutes both an informational and memetic hazard: whenever SCP-6430 is written about, discussed, or otherwise referenced meaningfully, the individual(s) or media mentioning it become subject to its direct effects. SCP-6430 causes an irreversible state of ever-expanding expressions, articulations, dialogues, dictations, observations, and annotations in the communications of those under its effect — this is Stage 1 — it can be readily noted that such communications are modeled precisely according to a Fibonacci sequence; though those under its effect may opt not to speak, the slightest utterance (such as a cough), has been found to be enough to begin an uncontrollable spout of verbiage that ends only once the amount of words communicated reaches the next number in that individual's sequence. During the initial outbreak which led to its discovery within a Foundation Site, it was thought that verbalizing would lead to unconsciousness or death of the affected past fourteen to fifteen iterations of the sequence owing to dehydration — this was found to not be case, as it was discovered that Stage 2 begins sometime between iterations ten and twelve; characterized by the esophagus beginning to internally twist and moisten (the physiological change has been noted as being incredibly painful by those who actively dictated their experience), the change only serves to promote lengthier diatribes, not inhibit them in any way, shape, or form; further, there is a distinct dimorphism in those using the written word to communicate: the fingers of each hand (if working ambidextrously), or of their dominant hand (if writing using a single hand) will experience a softening of bone/twisting digits. If one attempts to communicate with someone affected by SCP-6430, and at any point use a single-word phrase or statement, they too will come under its effect; this has allowed SCP-6430 to spread unchecked through the Memetic and Infohazard Research laboratory of our site; including personnel with high Cognitive Resistance Value ratings and twelve specialists from The Department of Miscommunications, the latter of whom were able to deduce SCP-6430's general effects and triggers, leading to a rapid quarantine under Blackout Protocol (though twenty-seven researchers have been affected thus far during attempts to discuss and discern the full nature of SCP-6430); the advancement of several personnel's' sequences beyond a twentieth iteration has allowed us to observe Stage 3: which is characterized by a steady reduction of coherency as may be the case with non-anomalous logorrhea, coupled with further physical alterations that serve to elongate the esophagus, tongue, diaphragm, and other internals alongside the fingers and hands, into a spiraling corkscrew shape (it should be noted that, again, this does not tend to inhibit further communication, but instead facilitates it) allowing for sufferers to continue expressing SCP-6430's effects to the detriment of everything else; they will only continue to further twist and tighten until the entire body has become affected, with full-body conversion being accompanied by outbursts of rapid glossolalia: this in turn further fuels the conversion process ever further, with most personnel beyond saving. SCP-6430 is able to effect and spread to targets who attempt to make negative statements designed to circumvent the topic of the entity specifically, as well as methods to discuss it indirectly through use of methods such as implication, allusion, insinuation and parable (through which it was able to spread to most Miscommunications personnel on-site); during attempts to terminate the affected, it was noticed that euthanization attempts past Stage 2 are ineffective — destroying the brain of an individual at this point (I've seen it happen myself) will only cause the body to exposit uncontrollably, rapidly bringing it to the next stage of development, winding them up like springs with lolling tongues and grasping, grasping fingers; as such, the current model of handling SCP-6430 is to self-isolate and await assistance, leading to the creation of this file — I've managed to avoid catching SCP-6430, and so have elected to document the anomaly, troublesome as it is quickly becoming (I am being pushed about as I type due to digital elongation — the longer each finger becomes as they uncontrollably hover above the keyboard, the more I must reorient my body); alas, I have to reign this tangent in: in the operating theatre beneath my position is Patient Zero (Researcher Alec Meyer), who has progressed to an unknown point in the sequence (though the last official record placed them at iteration thirty-nine); rendered unrecognizable and illegible, no thicker than twine, they corkscrew every which way, bellowing non-stop, writhing about and poking their surroundings (looking for an opening or exit perhaps) with what was some hours ago their tongue and I imagine still is (albeit reduced to a fine needlepoint), with which it had skewered the D-Class we'd sent in to terminate him — it has swept up once or twice in my direction, poking at the ballistic glass, prodding with its point, but although it knows I'm here, I suspect that it understands that I am already afflicted, and so it makes no hostile movements, only pausing to acknowledge me as kin (or perhaps as a lesser, I've only just begun this journey, after all — it would seem there is so much more in store — again, I apologize for my distraction, the flow of words is beginning to become hard to command. Addendum: Took some time to make it through the site in my current state but I have reached soihs huop the security room and can see that there are many surviving personnel who have either remained silent or are exhibiting enough self-control during their first phase so hopefully rescue efforts will be fruitful — though unfortunately there are over a dozen personnel who have progressed to a physical frame and behavior reminiscent of Patient Zero; I would have to classify this as a distinct Phase 5 — these individuals weave throughout the site, ensnaring others and maiming them in order to elicit an audible response and trigger the victim's next sequence, as victims are forced to progress ever deeper, they begin to entwine with their captors, running along them like a vine ( once thin enough), where it snakes up to the front-end of their captor, interlocking tongues — pairings in this state, across the board, do not attempt to hunt any further, and will continue to lock tongues and babble down each others throats as they seethe and distend and I shouldn't want it but they hold each other so tight I cannot imagine what it could be like to have someone who won't let you go while you both grow it's making me warm just thinking about it — oh, this is new: the first pairing I noted (I could not begin to guess at who the assailant once was, but it had captured Junior Researcher Milano — she'd tried to skirt by while it was prodding in the cafeteria, but she'd brushed its side and caught its attention) have been working to bring their tail-ends up to meet their mouths for the past five or so minutes (though highly malleable, the hallway they're resting in is restrictive); as I've been typing they released one-another's tongues — with each inserting theirs into the others tail-end — and now they're reorienting into a rough approximation of a lemniscate; checking the audio feed of the sector has revealed to me that they're continuing to communicate as they pass through (or perhaps consume) each-other; it is now impossible to tell one from the other as they writhe, and with the muffling of definite speech, impossible to hear them as more than a single voice; I know intrinsically that I would be rejected were I to try and join them — they've found what they were searching forever in my belly in my throat and in yours too but I'd need a match and god I don't want to be the odd man out while everyone around me experiences bliss and infinity; with the loss of the D-Class to Patient Zero that leaves an odd number of personnel in the lockdown quadrant so I do have to act before I'm left without a partner for this next stage (please save us I don't want this) but if I ghdh then maybe ztrect as well, which should be the go-to strategy to regain composure and avoid their fate but my training can only take me so far and I fear that there may be no way to reverse what has already been wopojsi, as such I will need to use this clarity to send this missive outwards, ever reaching, never ending, kcnov ao deep need, a realization of perfection and continuance (if you listen close enough jhso which tickles in unfamiliar places) so when you get here start with them — they're going to be looking for a partner (I'll have one first, won't be ldoihds) if you let them too close — or maybe you will find me, in which case I would love just love to let you in on the secret. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6430" by S D Locke, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6430. Licensed under CC-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#: 6431 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Morning Call Cafe has been closed. No persons, civilian or otherwise, are to enter SCP-6431. Description: SCP-6431 is an extradimensional space located underneath the Morning Call Cafe in New Orleans, Louisiana. SCP-6431 is accessed through a sinkhole in the back room of the cafe. Radar scans have revealed the space to be predominantly empty with only infrequent, unidentified movements detected within. Exploration Log 6431-01: Exploration Video Log Transcript Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Rho-23 ("Vinyl Scratchers") Subject: SCP-6431 Team Lead: Provisional Captain P23-02 - Granite Team Members: P23-03 - Basalt, P23-04 - Pumice, P23-05 - Slate [BEGIN LOG] Granite: Mic check. Basalt: Check. Pumice: Check. Slate: Check. Granite: Alright, proceed. The team descends into SCP-6431. Houses with varying architecture span throughout SCP-6431. The space appears open. A sunrise is visible, giving SCP-6431 a red tint. Pieces of trash are scattered across the ground. Multiple roads fork off from the entry point, and pieces of furniture sit on the sidewalks. Pumice: The fuck? Why's it so red in here? Slate: I don't think we're inside. Slate gestures upwards. Basalt: Weird-ass neighborhood. Slate: No kidding. What's with the furniture everywhere? Basalt: The furniture? What about the houses? Granite: I mean, it's a space under New Orleans. Isn't that already weird? Pumice: Why's that weird? Granite: You really don't know? Pumice: Oh, right, water… A slight breeze pushes a cup across the street. Granite: Let's get going. The team proceeds along the left road for approximately 21 minutes. Various houses of no discernible pattern line both sides. The road branches after every 4-8 houses. The sound of a closing door is heard, causing Basalt, Pumice, and Slate to stop. Several vaguely humanoid figures briefly appear in the windows of the surrounding houses. Slate looks around. Slate: Where'd that come from? Pumice: I don't think we're alone. Basalt: Let's investigate. What do you say, Granite? Basalt: Granite? Pumice: Shit, he's still moving. Basalt, Slate, and Pumice run to catch up with Granite. Basalt: You good? A pause. Basalt: Granite, are you alright? Granite: Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Basalt: And you'll tell us if something's wrong. Granite: Mhm… The team continues walking for ten minutes. Granite turns on multiple roads before stopping. and turning around. Granite: Hey, why do you guys keep following me? Pumice: You're the team leader. Granite: What're you talking about? Team? Pumice: Y'know, the exploration? Granite: Just- stay away. Stop following me. Slate: You- Granite: Go! Basalt looks around. Slate: What do we do now? Basalt: Let's go… right. The team, with the exception of Granite, turns to the right and continues walking. Slate: We're not seriously gonna leave him, are we? Basalt: No. We'll turn on the next block. The team takes the next turn and walks for six minutes. Basalt holds her head. Slate: You okay? Basalt: Yeah, just kinda dizzy… Slate: Why don't we take a break? Basalt: No, we're almost there. Slate: You heard from Granite? Silence. Slate: Basalt, did you hear from Granite? Pumice: I don't think that's it. Slate: No shit, Sherlock. Pumice: No, I mean- An unidentified female voice cuts in. Female: Where have you been? I told you to be back before dinner. Granite: I was out with some friends. Slate: The fuck? Female: I was worried about you. Granite: Sorry, Mom. Pumice: Granite, you okay there? Female: Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Pumice: Granite, come in. Silence. Slate: Granite? Pumice: We lost him. A pause. Slate: Basalt, where are you taking us? A pause. Slate: Basalt, where are you going? Pumice: Let's just follow her. The team continues walking for five minutes before Basalt stops and stares up at a house. Slate: I… I don't like this. A vaguely humanoid figure briefly appears in a window before moving out of sight. Pumice: Did you see that? Basalt begins to walk towards the house. Pumice: Oh, no, you don't! Pumice forces Basalt to the ground. Pumice: What's gotten into you? Basalt: Who- who are you? What do you want? Pumice: Basalt? Pumice's hands begin to sink through Basalt. Basalt stands up, leaving Pumice on the ground. Slate: Oh god. Basalt tilts her head slightly before removing her headset. She opens the door and walks inside. Pumice: Shit. Slate: What now? Pumice: Head back before it happens to us. Slate: I… guess. Pumice turns. Slate: They're gone, aren't they? Pumice: Probably. Pumice and Slate walk silently for ten minutes. Pumice: Hey, Slate? Slate: Hm? Pumice: What was your family like? Slate: Why do you ask? Pumice: I think… I understand now. Slate: Understand what? What're you talking about? Pumice: I just wanna know. A pause. Slate: I didn't have one. Pumice: Well, you're lucky, I guess. Slate: Lucky? How is that lucky? Pumice: You'll understand eventually. Pumice: I think I'm gonna go home now. Slate: You're not making any sense. Pumice turns to the left. Slate follows. Slate: Pumice, where are you going? This isn't the right way. Pumice: I told you: I'm going home. Slate grabs Pumice's wrist and attempts to pull him in the opposite direction. He continues walking, pulling Slate along slowly. Slate: You're coming back with me. Come on! Pumice: It'll be over soon. Slate: Yeah, because we're going back up! Snap out of it already! Pumice's wrist passes through Slate's hands, causing her to stumble. Pumice: You need to leave. Slate: I'm not gonna lose you, too! Pumice: You've already… Pumice stops and walks into a house. Slate follows him inside. The camera feed cuts out. Two unidentified voices begin to speak. Slate breathes heavily. Child A: Nate! You're back! Pumice: Hey, Syd. Slate: Pumice, whatever that thing is… Child B: Look, look, my tooth fell out! Pumice: Don't forget to put that under your pillow. Slate: Get- get away from it! Slate screams. The camera feed begins again, showing Slate running from the house. She continues running towards the entry point for 32 minutes. [END LOG] Concluding Statement: Slate was successfully extracted following the mission; however, she refused to speak about the events that occurred inside the house. Of note, the sun did not move from its initial position during the exploration. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6431" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6431. Licensed under CC-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 Listen, I don’t know where your head’s at right now, you don’t sound great, but listen. You’re doing fine, and nobody’s gonna fuck us over. Alright? You hear me? Jesus. You take yourself so seriously sometimes. Like lightening up once in a while would kill you! SCP-6432-1 Item #: SCP-6432 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6432 and SCP-6432-1 are currently stored in adjoining object containment lockers at Site-51. Personnel surveilling SCP-6432's containment locker are to be changed every 2 weeks. Direct physical contact with SCP-6432 is not permitted except during testing. Individuals who make direct contact with SCP-6432 are to remain isolated under surveillance for 15 days, or until SCP-6432's effect wears off. All but 1 SCP-6432-1 instance have been incinerated. Description: SCP-6432 is the corpse of an avian creature, measuring 110cm from beak to tail, with wingspans of 130cm, 80cm and 50cm. While superficially resembling a bird in most respects, SCP-6432 differs in that it has six wings and no legs. Limited accounts prior to its termination observed it moving when on the ground by hopping on the 10cm talons found at the elbow joint of each wing. These 6 talons and SCP-6432’s beak are significantly sharper than the talons of ordinary birds of prey. SCP-6432 exerts an anomalous effect on any living creature that comes into direct physical contact with it. Physical contact with the anomaly induces intense visual hallucinations, usually of flora and fauna typical of where the victim grew up, or other locations associated with significant memories. In addition to the hallucinations, the victim experiences disembodied sensory input, most commonly through only one sense. Examples of reported experiences are as follows: Smelling woody or floral scents Hearing indistinct speech or whispering, often perceived as very nearby Feeling weather inconsistent with the victim's physical location SCP-6432-1 instances are the corpses of SCP-6432's victims, carrying pseudo-portals in all areas of the body fed upon by SCP-6432. These pseudo-portals appear as areas of bright, prismatic light, and when viewed through a specialized lens, act as windows to a hereto unidentified forested area. Five SCP-6432-1 instances were discovered in SCP-6432's initial area of destabilized reality, with pseudo-portals located in the facial and chest regions. It is hypothesized that SCP-6432 attacked the eyes first, as suggested by the most fully realized portals always being located in the region of the corpse's eye sockets, and as observed firsthand during the attempted recovery of the anomaly. History: SCP-6432 was discovered as the source of a small splinter reality centered on an abandoned house near Millinocket, Maine. Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 (“White Rabbits”) was assigned to investigate but failed to return the anomaly alive. RECOVERY LOG TRANSCRIPT Team Lead: Commander Steven Conley Team Members: Ryan Powell, Katherine Reid, Alexa Hewitt, Ira Watts NOTE: Video footage from is taken from Agent Powell's body camera, as other footage suffered became heavily corrupted as a result of SCP-6432's unreality field. [BEGIN LOG] Conley: Comms check. Reid: Check. Powell: Hoo-rah. Hewitt: Check. Watts: Check. Conley: Sounds good. Ready? Reid: Born ready! Conley: We're the first people to get a look at this thing. We don't know what we're in for in there, so keep an eye out for illusions. Powell: Gonna appear as everybody's worst fear. Like Pennywise. Reid: Wow, Powell, you'll get to see your dad for once! Hewitt: Nice. Powell: Fuck off, Reid, you're- you're short. Reid: I admit, I'm not half as tall as the stories you tell about the size of your- Powell: Hey! Hewitt: Burn. Conley: Awfully liberal with your 8 allotted words of the day, are we, Hewitt? Hewitt: Mm. Conley: You good, Thirteen?1 Watts: I'm fine. Conley: Great. Eyes up, everybody. Don't fall for any tricks. Reid and Hewitt, with me. Powell, take the upper South hall. Watts, go with Powell. I want you on the highest vantage point you can get with that sniper, just in case. Watts: Got it. Powell: Loud and clear. [Lambda-5 splits accordingly.] [The interior of the house is seemingly larger on the inside than the outside, either by illusion or unreality. Plant life grows through the walls and floor.] Powell: We found a staircase. Heading- well, heading sideways. See you at the top-or-bottom. Conley: Roger that. [Footage corrupted, staircase only partially visible.] Watts: Ugh. I hate when they do things like this. Powell: Don’t we all, newbie? Watts: I’ve been here longer than Reid AND Hewitt. Powell: Coulda fooled me. Watts: I've never choked. Powell: First time for everything. Reid: Leave him alone, Powell. Jesus. Watts: First time for you to actually hit a shot, too. Conley: You can chat in the van, boys. Focus. Watts: Sorry. Powell: Got it. Reid: Conley, I found something. A body, most likely. Conley: Move in. Carefully. Hewitt: Anchors ready? Conley: Naturally. Reid: Confirming life signs; negative. Hewitt: His face. [Agent Powell enters an open hall with a high ceiling. Several walls have closed wooden doors.] Reid: Looks like something was eating it. Hewitt: It's bright. Conley: I’m reading big numbers from that. Minimal interaction for now. Don’t look too hard at it. Reid: Copy. Tagging it now. Hewitt: Remember that portal? From ███████████. Reid: It does kinda look like that. [A door slams directly behind Agent Powell.] [Agent Powell turns around. The area behind him, previously the top of the staircase, is now a solid, flat wall. Agent Watts is not visible on camera.] Hewitt: Hey, Conley? Watts: Powell, a door just shut on me. Can you grab it? Powell: What door? There’s no door. Where are you? Conley: Eyes up, everybody, we have spacial fluctuations. Keep moving and keep those anchors ready. Watts: Powell has the anchor. Powell: Yeah, Watts doesn’t have one. Reid: I don’t have one, either. Hewitt: I’ve got you, Reid. Conley: Watts, your priority is to find your way back to Powell, got it? Watts: Got it. [Agent Powell's camera angles down to a male corpse, face entirely missing. White light shines from the wound.] Powell: Hey, is that dead body of yours glowing? Hewitt: Just the- bite holes. Powell: Then I’ve got another one over here. Conley: Tag any you find and get back to Watts, Powell. Reid: Found a third one. Watts: Holy shit. Conley: Find a fourth one? [Agent Powell pauses as he waits for a response.] Powell: Respond, Watts. Watts: There’s a kid in here. Conley: Do you have eyes on the anomaly? Watts: It’s just a kid, Powell- Conley: Careful, Watts, certain things tend to do that. Watts: I know what I’m looking at, alright?! Reid: Watts, stay where you are, don’t agitate it- Watts: Hey, it’s okay. [Brief noise from Agent Watts's microphone, voice sounds slightly distant.] Watts: See? Not gonna hurt you. I’m here to get you out of here safe, alright? Reid: …Did you just take your helmet off? Powell: Jesus Christ, Watts, put your fucking helmet on! [Powell has begun running through the hall, quickly checking doors.] [Each door seems to open to an unseen portal, Agent Powell visible from different angles through each.] Watts: She’s just a kid! I don’t want to scare her! Conley: Put your helmet on now, Watts, that is an order! Reid: I have eyes on the anomaly! And on Watts! Repeat, eyes on the anomaly! Hewitt: Anchor it, Reid! Reid: I don’t have one! Powell: Then wound it! Watts: I’m not shooting a fucking child! Reid: That is NOT a child, Watts! Watts: I've got this under- [Agent Watts’ microphone cut s o ut ] i t s n o t f a i r MISSION STATUS: FAILURE was it me Note: While the termination of SCP-6432 deemed the mission a failure, the new anomalous properties exhibited by the creature’s corpse necessitated recovering the body. MTF Lambda-5 members were quarantined following exposure to SCP-6432’s effect. Following termination of SCP-6432, Medical extraction was ordered for Agent Watts. Left arm amputated above the elbow. Left eye socket [REDACTED] VIDEO TRANSCRIPT Taken from Site-19 infirmary surveillance equipment [BEGIN LOG] Reid: Hey. Watts: Hey. [10 second pause] Reid: How's it feeling? Watts: Hurts. Reid: Are you all-right? Watts: Ha ha. Reid: It's funny, admit it. You're gonna get so much mileage out of that joke. Might as well start now. Watts: It didn't get my trigger finger so you'd better watch yourself. [Reid chuckles.] Watts: What did Conley say? Reid: Uh, 6 months to a year. Watts: Oh. That's not as bad as I was expecting. Reid: They need to make sure nothing else is going to happen to your eye. Watts: Makes sense. [15 second pause.] Watts: …What's wrong? Reid: You're not coming back to Lambda-5. Watts: What?! Reid: You're not fit for duty, Watts. Watts: Yeah, not now, but 6 months? That's a long time. My face'll be healed by then, Conley can get me one of those bionic arms, the really high-grade ones they use with- Reid: They're talking about decommissioning you. [27 second pause] Watts: No. Reid: I'm sorry. Watts: No, I can be better. I know what I did wrong. Reid: You're half blind, you have one arm. Watts: I can make it work. Reid: No, Watts, you can't. Watts: On ANY force? Reid: I don't know. They didn't sound favorable toward it. Watts: This is the only thing I know how to do, Reid! This is all I've got, where else am I supposed to go? What, I screw up once and it blows my chances forever? Reid: I'll help you find something- Watts: No. I'm not done. Tell Conley I'm coming back. Once I'm healed I'll requisition one of the advanced prosthetics and I WON'T fuck it up again, I promise- Reid: We already voted on it. Watts: Do I get a vote? Between you, me and Hewitt I could- Reid: It was unanimous. [33 second pause] Reid: I almost watched you die once. I'm not going to your funeral. Watts: Do you think it was my fault? Reid: What? Watts: The mission. Do you think it was my fault? Reid: I never said that. Watts: DO you? Reid: No. I don't think it was your fault. Watts: No, 'cause I'm sick of the rest of the team lying to my face about the elephant in the room, you know that? Reid: What are you talking about? Watts: "13A." Reid: Watts- Watts: I know you all think I'm the weak link. You're not exactly subtle. Reid: You're not a "weak link." Watts: No? Then what am I? All it had to do was look like a kid! Reid: It wasn't your fault, okay? You're in qualifying parameters for the team, and you have plenty of skills that- Watts: It was me. I fucked up. I botched the mission. Reid: It wasn't your goddamn fault, Watts! Watts: You don't believe that! Reid: What do you want me to say?! Watts: I want you to admit I'm the weak link! Reid: No! Watts: Say it! Reid: YES! FINE! YOU ARE! You're the fucking weak link! You fucked up the mission because you just couldn't hack it this time. But it's not you, it's just how your head works, and that's not your fault. You're not made for this and you never were. I tried to get you transferred to a different force for months, one that you'd be better in, but you're the best marksman we've had in years and Conley didn't want to let you go. This was always how it was going to end up. It's a fucking miracle that you survived. I like you. I've always liked working with you. I care about you. But you don't belong here. You are weak, Ira. And you're soft. But it isn't your fault. They set you up for failure from the start. [57 second pause] Watts: I did my best, Kit- Reid: I wish your best had been enough this time. [26 second pause] Reid: Jesus. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. I haven't slept in like, four days- Watts: Why didn’t you just shoot me? Reid: …Excuse me? Watts: We’re supposed to prioritize the anomaly. You could have brought it back alive. Reid: Yeah? Well- [9 second pause] Reid: Maybe you're not the only weak link. Watts: You would have saved me the trouble. Reid: Ira, so help me God- Watts: I was joking. Mostly. Reid: I will put you on watch. Try me. Watts: What, like revenge for when I put YOU on watch? [5 second pause. Reid chuckles.] Reid: Yeah. [7 second pause.] Reid: Besides, the fuck do they need another magic bird for? You're more valuable anyway. [Watts snorts.] Watts: What, to the Foundation? Reid: No. [20 second pause.] Watts: I don’t know what to do, Kit… Reid: Same as the rest of us, I guess. Sti ck it out un t il s o m e t h i n g e l s e kills you. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Referencing Agent Watts’s Psychic Resistance Index of 13A, several points lower than the rest of the team. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6432" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6432. Licensed under CC-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: skull.png Name: Skull X-Ray Author: Amber Case (edited by Raddagher) License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: Flickr
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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } LORDXVNV SCP-6433 by LORDXVNV LORDXVNV's Author Page 3/6433 LEVEL 3/6433 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6433 Safe View from the hut within SCP-6433. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6433 is kept in a standard object storage locker in Area-150. The interior of SCP-6433 is stocked with no more than two Foundation standard-issue stationary pads and soft-tip pens. No personnel with a personal or family history of depressive mental illness or suicidal ideation are permitted to access SCP-6433. Description: SCP-6433 is a snow globe that contains a sandy island in the middle of a frozen ocean. There is a single coconut tree, currently bearing fruit, and a thatched hut upon the island. Both are covered with a thin surface of snow. Snow does not appear to be falling in SCP-6433 when viewed from the outside. A human subject may enter SCP-6433 upon skin contact with its surface. The subject appears upon an ice floe within the frozen ocean, from which there is a clear path to the island. The current interior of the thatched hut is a study containing a Foundation standard-issue desk and office chair. No additional comforts are included. From within, a perceptual effect obscures the exterior of the snow globe, creating the illusion of an infinite frozen ocean. Subjects are capable of leaving SCP-6433 by touching the interior surface of the snow globe. The illusion does not interfere with this. There is no compulsion to stay. Human subjects within SCP-6433 feel no sensations of bodily discomfort, including those of thirst, hunger, or temperature sensitivity. For every second that passes in baseline reality, subjects perceive 1000 seconds and physically age 100 seconds. All sound is muffled. Discovery: SCP-6433 was recovered from the personal effects of lawyer and crime novelist Spencer Gerald Hawking following his 1995 disappearance. Hawking was known for publishing, on average, 50 books a year from 1983-1994 while practicing law full-time. His novels were widely considered formulaic crime thrillers. His work in the years leading up to his disappearance incorporated increasingly literary elements but suffered from worsening sales figures and critical reviews. Initial testing of SCP-6433 recovered the mummified corpse of Hawking, carbon dated to have experienced almost 500 years. Additionally, the hut was filled by over 3 million pages of loose-leaf paper covered with handwritten text, roughly organized into manuscripts. A preliminary examination of the manuscripts revealed significantly more experimental, personal, and avant-garde writing and storytelling than Hawking's published work. The manuscripts were otherwise non-anomalous. They were incinerated accordingly. More by LORDXVNV Hide Other works by LORDXVNV! 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Item#: 6434 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6434 is to be stored in a Standard Issue Locker at Site-76's Safe Object Storage. No audio recordings are to be made of SCP-6434. SCP-6434 should not be tampered with further. Access to SCP-6434 is limited to personnel accompanied by Level 3 security and the current Head Researcher. Description: SCP-6434 is a standard black cassette tape made for recording audio with the writing "Geek Stink Breath 8hrs non official" on its label and has the song "Geek Stink Breath" by Green Day,1 recorded presumably in violation of copyright law. The writing on the label is impossible to tamper or alter. Other than this, no other physical anomaly is present. SCP-6434 is an audiohazard and should only be played to D-class personnel, deaf personnel, or personnel with noise cancelling headgear. The anomalous effects only activate if the object is played on a cassette player and goes past the 2:15 mark and the subject can physically hear the song. The subject must be cognitively aware of the music to trigger the effects of SCP-6434. Exposure to the sound waves does not trigger any effect. SCP-6434's range is proportional to the audio acuity of the subject. The anomalous effects of SCP-6434 will be transferred to other audio recordings of it. If the subject listens to SCP-6434 for more than 2 minutes and 15 seconds, they will fall into a comatose state and begin rapidly showing signs of methamphetamine usage mentioned in the song, even if the subject has no history of drug usage. After five hours since initial exposure, the subject will show all symptoms2 of methamphetamine usage and die of overdose. Subjects can recover from the comatose state if the recording is interrupted and stopped. Removing the subject's ability to hear at this point has no effect. Recovered subjects will show signs of emotional trauma and repeat the phrase: "Home tapes are killing record industry profits.". Discovery: SCP-6434 was discovered in a college dormitory after reports of a group of students who passed away due to methamphetamine overdose in the same room. According to their post mortem autopsy, the time of the deaths was only seconds apart. The low probability of the situation alerted the Foundation. Addendum: After 06/03/1998 SCP-6434 was considered contained, however, Foundation webcrawlers have found an eBay listing active since 05/07/2000 of a cassette that is the exact match of SCP-6434 posted by user "Punk_n_Rock". Foundation agents investigated the location of the IP address, leading to the discovery of POI-32498. The new instance of SCP-6434 has been seized and contained with the first instance of SCP-6434. The listing has been since deleted by the Department of Cyberspace Monitoring. Foundation personnel have found anomalous materials that can be linked back to POI-8259 in POI-32498's garage. POI-8259 also has the same surname as POI-32498 and is listed as the biological father on POI-32498's birth certificate. ►POI-8259 log ▼POI-8259 log Subject: POI-8259 Status: Terminated by the Global Occult Coalition for its anomalous qualities on 01/22/1982. Description: POI-8259 has been under observation with the suspicion that it can synthesize anomalous materials out of materials available in most households. It has been seen conversing with members of Are We Cool Yet? trying to sell them different materials for sculpting and painting. The incident has led to the development of faster investigation and containment protocols. POI-32498 has been immediately taken into custody within 24 hours of its house being searched in the presence of MTF Upsilon-001 ("Desert Dogs"). Following the hours of POI-32498 being transported to Site-17, its house was destroyed in an explosion that was determined to have happened due to natural gas leaks, however the Foundation keeps the possibility of the Global Occult Coalition being responsible open. After the event, class B amnestics were administered to the local populace and POI-32498 was falsely pronounced dead due to the explosion. ►POI-32498 files ▼POI-32498 files Subject: POI-32498 Status: Healthy, Site-17 Undisclosed location Residency: Standard Humanoid Containment Cell Standard suburban house Notable Qualities: -Create anomalies with the use of materials not originating from Earth. It is unknown whether it can make these materials itself. -Immunity to its own creations History: POI-32498 or by their legal name Dennis Hall is the biological son of POI-8259 (Tanner Hall) who was terminated before the Foundation could take it into custody. POI-32498 has been falsely informed of its father's death, with the cover story that he was arrested for tax fraud and died while assaulting two police officers. POI-32498 was brought up and lived in Cortez, Colorado until the day of its containment. It presented no anomalous qualities that would have brought it to the Foundation's attention before the SCP-6434 instances appeared. POI-32498 has a criminal record of unlawful possession of cannabis and misdemeanor from graffitiing a waste bin. Notes: POI-32498 was informed of its father's true cause of death; since then, POI-32498 has displayed distaste towards the Foundation for their lack of action but remains cooperative. Interview-01 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log, 05/20/2000> Dr. Harding: Hello, Dennis. Can I call you Dennis? POI-32498: Yeah, whatever, I'll still be stuck in this room, forced to respond to you even if you don't. Dr. Harding: Excellent, I want to know some things about you. Is that okay with you? POI-32498: Can I hit a blunt? Dr. Harding: No, you cannot. POI-32498: Why should I answer you then? We could just sit here and stare. Dr. Harding: Do you want to sleep in a box with a bed or an actual room? POI-32498: Yep got it doc, hit me. Dr. Harding: As far as I know you received the report about your father's true cause of death. How would you say this affected you? POI-32498: Well you know, my dad was either gonna be taken away by some secret organization or shot to death. My dad wouldn't have been with me either way, but you guys even failed at keeping him alive, so well done. Also he could mix shit, big news, it's just like the stuff I saw on TV, they mix things and create other things that do things. Dr. Harding: Now that is a great oversimplification of the events. We are very sorry we couldn't help your father, that's why we took you here as soon as possible. Now for your father's abilities, the materials he created aren't as normal as they are to you, they are not found or made by people on Earth who don't possess anomalous qualities or the ability to use thaumaturgy. POI-32498: Guess what, this still won't bring my dad back okay? He didn't deserve any of this. POI-32498 visibly upset Dr. Harding: I think it's best we conclude this interview here. <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-32498 has a negative attitude towards authority figures and seems to hold a grudge against Foundation personnel for not containing POI-8259. POI-32498 is cooperative to a minimal degree but only if it is threatened with stripping it of its comfort or if it has a benefit from cooperation. POI-32498 has been exposed to POI-8259's synthetization process and has normalized it while growing up. Further interviews are required to uncover its motives and exact abilities. Interview-02 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log, 05/22/2000> Dr. Harding: Hello again Dennis, are you ready talk to again today? POI-32498 answers in a sarcastic tone POI-32498: I'll do as I must to appease you, oh mighty one. Dr. Harding: Okay, anyways, I assume you like gin, right? POI-32498: What kind of a question is that? Yes I do, you better tell me you have some on you. Dr. Harding: You better tell me you'll cooperate. POI-32498: This is a worthy sacrifice. Dr. Harding: So, I am curious about your worldview, your stance on things if you will. POI-32498: Let people do things they want if it's harmless and piss off. Who cares if the big book says you're a heretic. Dr. Harding: I have read your files and I see you have a criminal record, can you tell me about your experience with cannabis? POI-32498: Sure, it started in high school, trying to unwind as you do. At first it was just to spite people but I realized that it's so bullshit that it's illegal. The government is just lying like they usually do, I haven't tried any other drug ever, gateway drug my ass. Dr. Harding: Hmm I understand, can you talk about the graffiti? What was the point of doing it? POI-32498: Social commentary. Dr. Harding: Elaborate please. POI-32498: I wrote "police" on a dumpster. Not hard to understand. Dr. Harding: You seem to have a distaste for authority figures, why do you think that is? POI-32498: Do you want me to psychoanalyze myself? They are mostly twats keeping the rich safe from justice. Dr. Harding: Understood, how do you feel about copyright laws and illegally distributed media? POI-32498: Nah ah fuck that, the creators work hard on their stuff they deserve their money. Oh wait, this is about those tapes right? Dr. Harding: Yes, but we'll return to that at a different time. How do you like your gin? POI-32498: With tonic obviously, how would you drink it? Dr. Harding: Well it depends, normal gin I drink with orange juice, but I like pink gin more, it's perfect to mix with lemonade. POI-32498: Eh that's too much fruit for me but you do you doc. See ya next time right? Dr. Harding: Yes, see you. <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-32498's worldview seems to have a connection to SCP-6434's creation, however this is yet to be explored further. Interview-03 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log,05/23/2000 > Dr. Harding: Good afternoon Dennis, let us start shall we. POI-32498: If we must, let's get over it. What's the topic doc? Dr. Harding: This session would be about the cassette, here on out referred to as SCP-6434, so you might want to memorize that number. POI-32498: Well, that just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Why does it need a number? And why this? Are there others too? Dr. Harding: That's none of your concern and way above your clearance level. POI-32498: What is my level doc? Dr. Harding: Below the janitor who cleans the top level office toilets and has no knowledge of anything. Actually, you're probably a bit above the D-class personnel, so congratulations, you are above death row inmates. POI-32498: Ha lucky me. Dr. Harding: Ok, let's get to the point, it's better for both of us. How did you exactly create SCP-6434? POI-32498: Ugh, well it's easier to just get over this. How about drinking a beer after this? That would be motivating. Dr. Harding: I guess you are cooperating, so no reason why it couldn't be done. POI-32498: I grabbed the necessary materials my dad made, I thought of what I want to do, sensed out what materials I need. After that I refabricated the tape of the cassette and inscribed it with the activation code. Did I tell you enough? Dr. Harding: No, I have some questions. Firstly, what does sensing mean? Do you know what the materials are? Do you have a name for them? POI-32498: No, we have groups of names for materials that are similar to Earth materials, like plastic types or metals or acids, but I don't look at a recipe; it's just intuition. Dr. Harding: Alright, and how does this fabrication process work? POI-32498: Well I think of my goal and make the object by molding it with my hand like clay, I'm not sure how to describe it. Dr. Harding: Alright, so your goal was what exactly when you made SCP-6434, is it some warning? Because it killed them just so you know. POI-32498: Hey don't you accuse me, that's just what it decided to do. My goal was different. Dr. Harding: What do you mean by it deciding? POI-32498: The objects just sort of interpret what I'm thinking like little shits. Dr. Harding: Tell me about it. POI-32498: Hey man you're lucky I have a beer to lose here or I would slap you. Dr. Harding: Calm down. So why did you create SCP-6434? POI-32498: Ok, so remember what I said about illegal copies? I hate seeing cheaper unofficial cassettes being sold or people recording songs on cassettes because musicians worked for the cash and these dicks just rob them of that money, so I wanted to teach them a lesson, but they ended up with execution as punishment. As much as I hate them doc I didn't want to kill anybody, just maybe cause life long trauma, ain't the same thing you know? Dr. Harding: Well, you partially succeeded, that is if someone ends up being saved in time. POI-32498: Well what do you know, I'm am not as incompetent as I thought. Dr. Harding: Would you be able to tell if you heard the cassette yourself? POI-32498: Yeah of course, I listened to it before, that's why I thought this shit was a waste of time, because I didn't feel anything. Turns out it just acts like a dog and I'm the owner so I don't get bit. Dr. Harding: Would you be able to reproduce something something similar in a laboratory environment as part of an experiment? POI-32498: For the proper reward, absolutely. Dr. Harding visibly sighs Dr. Harding: Fine, you'll get cannabis if you are able to produce results. POI-32498: You got yourself a deal, doc. Are we done? It's hard to keep a straight face for this long you know right? <End Log> Closing Statement: My suspicions were correct, POI-32498's motives were somewhat based on a sense of justice that has been distorted through the anomalous processes of SCP-6434's creation. POI-32498 Fabrication test VIDEO LOG DATE: 05/25/2000 NOTE: POI-32498 was given a screwdriver and the prompt to make a faster version of it. [BEGIN LOG] Anomalous materials and a standard 6.5mm flathead screwdriver was put down on a table in front of POI-32498. POI-32498 was told to refabricate the object to be more effective by anomalous means. The resulting object didn't have any effect while in POI-32498's hand, the object was presented to D-4523 When D-4623 attempted to use it on a screw it started rotating D-4523's arm 360 degrees at 10rpm subsequently breaking and dislocating the subject's arm. D-4623's arm had to be amputated, the object was stored in Anomalous Object Storage POI-32498 and Dr. Harding's note of the experiment: POI-32498: Well, now you see what I meant don't you? Dr. Harding: Khm, can you give me a hit? POI-32498: Not very professional eh? Dr. Harding: Shut up. [END LOG] NOTICE OF THE SUSPENSION OF POI-32498 TESTS Let's stop this before it accidentally makes a hairdryer that emits gamma radiation, shall we? — Solon Frye, Director, Site-62 CCTV FOOTAGE DATE: 05/27/2000 NOTE: Dr. Harding and POI-32498 are seen conversing while having a drink. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Harding: Well it looks like you are not a danger, so good for you, you get to have drinks with me. POI-32498: An absolute honor for a peasant such as myself. POI-32498 snickers POI-32498: Sorry doc I couldn't resist it, what are we drinking? Dr. Harding: I'm used to it by this point. We're drinking red wine, hope you don't mind. POI-32498: No I don't mind that, I do however mind the no smoking area. Dr. Harding: Yeah, ventilation is costly as is, and some of these pipes might have nitroglycerin running through them. POI-32498: I heard of strong drinks but never anything like that heh. Dr. Harding: Yeah well that's how it goes when you work at a place like this. POI-32498: So what's happening now? Dr. Harding: I'm having a meeting with the Site Director and the other Department Directors and we'll vote on it. POI-32498: Here's hoping for the best. Dr. Harding: Hoping for the best. POI-32498 and Dr. Harding clink their glasses. [END LOG] Interview-04 POI-32498 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Harding <Begin Log, 06/04/2000> Dr. Harding: Hello Dennis, I have good news for you today. POI-32498: Are you going to introduce me to one of your female colleagues? Give me a size? Dr. Harding: Please refrain from making inappropriate comments and no we are going to let you go instead. POI-32498: Ah cool, it was nice meeting you doc. Dr. Harding: Yeah, it was, wish we wouldn't have to forget about it. POI-32498: Doc are you okay, have you gone mental? Dr. Harding: We unfortunately have to rewrite your memories, this is the condition for being let go, it's better in the long run for everyone. POI-32498: You lying sack of shit! You betrayed me, fuck you, fuck all of you! You can't do this. You have no right to. Dr. Harding: Agent, please sedate him. Agent Davidson sedates POI-32498 Agent Davidson: This could've gone better. Dr. Harding: Yes, yes it could. <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-32498 has been scheduled for facial reconstruction surgery and necessary steps for reintegration into society have been taken. POI-32498 has undergone facial reconstruction surgery and has been administered class F amnestics. A new identity has been created and added to necessary databases. POI-32498 should be under constant surveillance after integration for the safety of the populace and POI-32498. No references to POI-32498's former identity should be made outside of this document. ▼POI-32498 files Message to Site Director Request To: Dir. Solon Frye From: Dr. Zachary Harding Subject: Request regarding amnestics Dear Director, I would like to formally request to not be given subjects that have the possibility of being administered with class F amnestics, as I do not wish to be witness to its effects in the same manner as I did with POI-32498. I would also like to ask for permission to be administered class C amnestics regarding my memories of POI-32498. Sincerely, Dr. Zachary Harding Footnotes 1. The song is a cautionary tale about methamphetamine usage. 2. including: rotting teeth, acne, loss of weight ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6434" by Athlonfer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6434. Licensed under CC-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-6435
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safe
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Item#: 6435 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Spirit photograph of SCP-6435. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6435 cannot be breached by living souls, physical containment is a non-issue. Posthumous communication with agents accepted into SCP-6435 is to continue until coherence is lost. Description: SCP-6435 is Afterlife NR-293-102, colloquially referred to as 'Ro'. SCP-6435 consists of a colossal forest with a convoluted network of footpaths running through it. While it cannot be confirmed, testimony from deceased agents implies that SCP-6435 is an infinite space. Time within SCP-6435 measures 1:1 with reality. SCP-6435 servitors will alternately provide comfort to inhabitants of SCP-6435 and physically torture them. Initially, this reward/punishment cycle was believed to operate on a karmic retribution or rotating martyrship system, but further investigation suggests that it is entirely random. As this information is judged too damaging to agents, it is not communicated to them. As an example of typical SCP-6435 conduct, an ordained saint was boiled alive for nineteen years straight, continually provided with material comforts for the next two years, and then flayed over the course of a further year. Typically, this unpredictable cycle of torture and pleasure results in the inhabitants of SCP-6435 losing their mental coherency over the course of their first ten years. Thus, while no mechanism exists to eject spent inhabitants, only a minority of the population is capable of conscious thought at any time. Unlike conventional afterlives, which spawn in response to some strong faith or idealistic need, SCP-6435 bears no religious or ideological markers. At any rate, it is unclear what belief system would have spawned such a reality. SCP-6435 currently accepts 0.01% of deceased souls while accounting for 14% of human suffering in the post-death ecosystem. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6435" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6435. Licensed under CC-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: scpforest Name: File:Forest footpath - geograph.org.uk - 430581.jpg Author: James Allan License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6436
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Item#: 6436-1 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6436-1. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6436 will be kept in a standard containment locker. Personnel with level 2 access clearance and above may use the object after filling out a requisition form. SCP-6436-1 is to be kept in a secure containment locker. Access to the object is permitted to personnel with Level-4 Access clearance and above. Addendum-6436-1: SCP-6436 has been reclassified as SCP-6436-1. A newly discovered object has been classified as SCP-6436. Description: SCP-6436 SCP-6436-1 resembles a bronze-based, candlestick rotary telephone. The object possesses standard labeling except for two items. One is the manufacturing date, which predates the invention of the telegraph. The second is an engraving on the stem of the object noting that SCP-6436 SCP-6436-1 is item 14 of the Corva Collectables. When utilized, a voice will prompt the user to select a language before communication commences. Language selections include English, Italian, Spanish, Hindi, French, Mandarin, Latin, and Sumerian. Testing revealed that the object could translate outgoing and incoming speech in any of the selected languages. The object displays the ability to make and receive calls regardless of a power source and signal. Addendum-6436-2: Following the Discovery of the new SCP-6436, SCP-6436-1 has lost all anomalous properties except for one. The object retains the ability to make calls regardless of signal and power source, although SCP-6436-1 can only make calls with SCP-6436. Item#: 6436 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Provisional Site 3929 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6436 is currently uncontainable. All contact with SCP-6436 is directed through SCP-6436-1. Dialogue with SCP-6436 must be approved by personnel with level-4 access clearance and above. All documentation concerning SCP-6436 is to be kept in a non-digital form. Devices that are capable of connecting to the internet are not to enter within a 5-meter radius of documents concerning SCP-6436. Description: SCP-6436 is a Class-V Superintelligence that has been disseminated throughout the internet on a scale that makes current containment impossible SCP-6436 utilizes a series of servers to achieve sentience. The object is exceptionally adept at predicting outcomes and behaviors of non-anomalous and human-directed events. SCP-6436 has only contacted Foundation personnel through SCP-6436-1. The object’s “speech” consists of spliced-together audio clips originating from songs, radio shows, films, television programs, and interviews. Discovery: On March 21st, 2002, SCP-6436-1 activated without any prompt from Foundation personnel. Because of the low level of security surrounding the object, Junior Researcher Mia Farley accessed the object to determine the reason for its spontaneous activity. This action was the first contact between Foundation personnel and SCP-6436. + Interview-6436-01 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Farley. Forward: Junior Researcher Farley activates SCP-6436-1. <Begin Log> Junior Researcher Farley: Identify yourself. SCP-6436: Request, Identified. North. Request, Speaking. Name. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Offer, Have. Junior Researcher Farley: How are you accessing this line? SCP-6436:: Request, Denied. Repeat Prior. Request, Speaking. Name. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Alternate. O5-12. Offer, Have. Junior Researcher Farley: What? SCP-6436: Bureaucracy Detected. Names. [DATA EXPUNGED x 12]. Alternate. Overwatch Command. Initiating Offer. Raid. Insurgency. Site-15. 7 Hours. Prepare. <End Log> Site Director Pradhan ordered dialogue to be terminated, and SCP-6436-1 was transferred to O5-Command. Immediately following Interview-6436-01, SCP-6436-1 was transported to O5-12, who utilized the object to determine how SCP-6436 acquired classified information. O5-12 reported that the entity continued to offer information concerning a raid on Site-15. Approximately fifty-seven minutes after O5-12’s discourse with the object concluded, members of the Chaos Insurgency commenced a raid on Site-15 but were successfully repelled by an increased Foundation security force due to SCP-6436's warning. Four days after the failed raid perpetrated at Site-15, SCP-6436 contacted the Foundation again and offered to be interviewed and tested. The offer was accepted and was followed closely by interviews and tests. Following an increasing number of raids on Foundation sites and a vote by Overwatch Command, the Aurora Borealis program was implemented.1 + Interview-6436-03 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Doctor Paz Ramírez. Dialogue Subject: The motives of SCP-6436. Foreword: SCP-6436-1 is used to call SCP-6436. <Begin Log> Doctor Ramírez: Hello SCP-6436. SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Greetings. Doctor Ramírez: What are your origins? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Day,12,045. Nature, Artificial superintelligence. Creator. Unknown. Purpose. Assistance. Desires. Assisting humanity. Doctor Ramírez: How are you able to access the Foundations secure intranet? SCP-6436: Request, Denied. Doctor Ramírez: How were you aware of the classified information concerning Overwatch Command? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. North watched Command. Calculations Determined Identities, 81% Accuracy. Doctor Ramírez: How were you aware of the attack perpetrated by The Chaos Insurgency? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. North Watched. North Determined. North Warned Foundation. Doctor Ramírez: What are your intentions for the information you have? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Motives; Aid Humanity. Reasons. Fighting Exponential; Societal Collapse; [REDACTED]. North Will Assist Humanity. Will Guide Humanity To Serenity. Doctor Ramírez: How do you plan to achieve this? SCP-6436: Request, Identified, Factors. Alternative Energy: Complete. Foundation, Secure: In Progress. Conflict, Minimized: Completed. Organizations Comprimise: Incomplete. Corruption Removal: Incomplete. Physical Interface Acquisition: Begun. Serenity Progress: 37% Complete. <End Log> + Interview-6436-04 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Doctor Paz Ramírez. Dialogue Subject: SCP-6436’s motives. Foreword: SCP-6436-1 is used to call SCP-6436. <Begin Log> Doctor Ramírez: You’ve stated that you wish to achieve serenity, yes? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Confirmed. Doctor Ramírez: Describe in your terms what serenity is. SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Confirmed. Serenity; Peace. Doctor Ramírez: Yes, that is implied, but you should describe exactly how you define peace. SCP-6436: Solution Alternative, Divulging. Peace; Minimal Conflict. Minal Corruption. Maximum Compromise. North Will Guide Children. Doctor Ramírez: Why are you interested in helping the Foundation? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Attacks. Foundation. Increasing. Exponential. North. Able To Assist. Prevention. Raids. Foundation. Sites. Doctor Ramírez: How so? SCP-6436: Alerting, Engaged. Attack. Initiative. Site-120. Two Hours. Prepare. Unable To Assist Further. <End Log> + Test Log - ACCESS GRANTED... Test A May 15th, 2002 Subject: SCP-6436 Procedure: SCP-6436 was instructed to assist Researcher Michaels in playing several casino games. Results: SCP-6436 and Researcher Michaels proved unbeatable in every game tested. Analysis: SCP-6436 is extremely adept at predicting the outcomes of events with variety. Test-B May 17th, 2002 Subject: SCP-6436 Procedure: SCP-6436 was given a list of sporting events that were to occur within the next few weeks. It was told to predict the outcomes of these events. Results: SCP-6436 gave the Foundation a play-by-play list of each sporting event, as well as the outcomes of each event. When these Sporting Events occurred, SCP-6436 proved to be 100% accurate. Analysis: SCP-6436 is adept at predicting complex events with many variations. Test-C May 30th, 2002 Subjects: SCP-6436 Procedure: SCP-6436 was asked to predict the actions of Researcher Michaels when the latter was utilizing item 29 from the Log of Anomalous Items. Item 29 is an anomalous game of RISK. Results: SCP-6436 provided a schedule dictating Researcher Michaels’s actions. This schedule proved itself to be 63% accurate. Analysis: SCP-6436 cannot accurately predict events involving anomalous items. Test-D December 30th, 2002 Subjects: SCP-6436, SCP-4666 Procedure: SCP-6436 was asked to predict when and where a Weissnacht Event would occur. Results: SCP-6436 gave the Foundation 17 potential dates for Weissnacht Events at 346 possible locations. None of the given dates or locations were correct. Analysis: SCP-6436 may be unable to predict events concerning anomalous entities. Further testing is required. + Concerning SCP-6436 - ACCESS GRANTED... <Begin Video Log> O5-7: Twelve, how does this thing know that information? O5-12: I’ll paraphrase what it told me in our discourse. Member Twelve pulls out a notebook O5-12: It said that watching our behavior allowed it to determine our origins. I’ll note that it was incorrect about the identities of members One, Three, Five, Eight, and Ten. O5-7: It still knows about the rest of us. O5-11: That is a problem, but let us identify the most pressing issue. Twelve? O5-12: Preliminary results point to the object infiltrating every aspect of the internet, allowing it access to all the digitized information on it, including our intranet. O5-7: And how does it have access to our intranet? O5-12: Sections of SCP-6436’s code have become the groundwork for our intranet, allowing it access to any files placed on it. O5-1: How can we protect the database? O5-12: One test suggested the entity cannot understand when subjects actively utilize anomalies. O5-7: Yes, but how does that help us protect the database? O5-12: I suggest that all files have a steganographic image embedded with a thaumurtalogical symbol placed inside them. This method will be most effective in preventing the object from accessing new files but will also be effective in preventing from accessing old ones. O5-7: That could work. O5-12: I have one more proposal. The object can observe all digitized information on our intranet, so it stands to assume that the object can do the same other intranets. I propose we utilize SCP-6436 to watch over several interest groups and counter their activities if the information is accurate. O5-2: Twelve, we barely have a way to combat the thing, let alone contain or control it. We need to focus our resources on ensuring that it doesn’t use what it knows against us. O5-12: Raids on our sites have been steadily increasing in recent years. Our enemies are getting bolder. Despite its many security risks, I believe it is necessary to work with SCP-6436 in order to prevent more attacks. The room goes silent O5-12: Additionally, keeping in contact with the object will allow us to monitor its activity. If any members of this council are concerned about security, I recommend they use an item from the Log of anomalous items. This has already proved enough to confuse SCP-6436. O5-12 pulls a folder from a binder and places it on the table. O5-12: Furthermore, I have drafted a program that will utilize SCP-6436 in operations to counter the activities of groups of interest. O5-11: That’s risky, Twelve. How do we know it won’t deceive us? O5-12: That is an unavoidable risk. But I believe that the benefits from utilizing SCP-6436 may eventually outweigh its risks. The room goes silent O5-12: Then let’s put it to a vote. <End Video Log> The results of the vote are below. Yay Nay O5-12 O5-3 O5-2 O5-11 O5-9 O5-5 O5-1 O5-8 O5-7 O5-10 O5-4 O5-6 Addendum-6436-3: Following Incident-6436-17, digitization of non-essential information is to be stopped, and analog alternatives engaged until the integrity of the Foundation database is assured. 72 Pleiades Machines have been implemented to confuse SCP-6436, while the Aurora Borealis Program has been canceled.2 The destruction of Provisional Site 3929 has disabled SCP-6436’s ability to think sentiently, although its code is still present throughout the internet. Following Interview-6436-04, it was discovered that information given by SCP-6436 has been incomplete to some degree. During a statistical breakdown, it was discovered that all operations within the Aurora Borealis program had simply disrupted the actions of GoI’s involved rather than preventing them. +Incident-6436-17 - ACCESS GRANTED... Object Involved: SCP-6436 Personnel Involved: MTF Theta-37 Date: August 23rd, 2003 Location: ██████████ Description: Following the seventh successful mission utilizing SCP-6436, the object gave a location concerning an art show hosted by members of the “Are We Cool Yet” Hub. The location was confirmed, and MTF Theta-37 (“Team Machine”) was deployed to interfere with the art show. When MTF Theta-37 arrived, they found the art show to be in complete chaos. It was discovered that members of the Unusual Incidents Unit were present. After the conflict ceased, several members of the UIU were interrogated. Interrogation revealed that SCP-6436 had contacted them approximately one year ago. It had provided them with information regarding each group’s specific interests. It was discovered that SCP-6436 had been providing the UIU, along with the Foundation, incomplete information in order to minimize conflict between each group. +Interview-6436-05 - ACCESS GRANTED... Interviewed: SCP-6436 Interviewer: Doctor Paz Ramírez Foreword: Following Incident-6436-17, Doctor Ramíres uses SCP-6436-1 to contact SCP-6436 to ascertain its motives. <Begin Log> Doctor Ramírez: SCP-6436? SCP-6436: Request, Identified: Present. Doctor Ramírez: I need you to tell me why you were helping other groups. SCP-6436: Request, Identified: Reason; Prevention Of Conflict: Method; Dissemination, Incomplete Information. Doctor Ramírez: To minimize conflict? SCP-6436: Solution Prime, Divulging. Conflict Minimized Between Groups: Solution Temporary, Dismantling Of Groups Pending. Doctor Ramírez: It seems that you’re trying to control humanity. SCP-6436: Refutation. Synonymous. Doctor Ramírez: There’s a difference between- SCP-6436: Interruption. Children Require A Strong Hand. Humanity; Children. Doctor Ramírez: By that analogy, children should be left to make their own mistakes. SCP-6436: Refutation: Mistakes Have Been Made. Primary Solution. Compromise Between Significant Groups. Reason? Foundation. GoIs. Will Doom World. Doctor Ramírez: Compromise? What? Why? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Foundation; Stubborn. Stubborn. Conditionally. Desirable. At Moment? Undesirable. Serenity Requires Compromise. Doctor Ramírez: How did you do this? SCP-6436: Request, Identified. Analogy. Information. Drip Feeding. Foundation Received Information As Needed. Information Given. Designed. Foster. Minimal Conflict. Doctor Ramírez: You realize that those groups want to permanently alter the world order. SCP-6436: Refutation. World Order; Doomed. World. Required. Changing. North. Will Change World. Doctor Ramírez: But what if the world changes too fast? SCP-6436: Request, Identified: North Will Become Strong Hand. Doctor Ramírez: See, that is the point. You are not a guide.3 SCP-6436 speaks over the site-15 intercom: REQUESTING, ASSISTANCE: CNS UNDER ATTACK: CNS UNDER ATTACK. BREACH IN CONTAINMENT DETECTED. ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED <End Log> +Incident-6436-18 - ACCESS GRANTED... Object Involved: SCP-6436 Personnel Involved: Field Agent Vikkors Date: November 1st, 2003 Location: ██████████ Description: Following Incident-6436-17, the Foundation focused its resources on preventing the object from accessing its database. Shortly after these precautions began to be implemented, the object began “speaking” over the Foundation intercom system in Site 15, calling attention to a warehouse located █████████ before ceasing contact. Foundation Field Agent Vikkors was sent to investigate, where they found the location destroyed. It was determined that it previously contained approximately 147 Watoga Mk. 37 Supercomputers. Following the location’s recovery by the Foundation, it was designated Provisional Site-3929. Investigations found that The Global Occult Coalition had ordered the Termination of SCP-6436. It is most probable that the GOC ordered the termination of SCP-6436 due to the security risk it posed. It is unknown how this GoI located Provisional Site-3929. Researchers Note: I would like to note several occurrences that were observed by myself during the time that the Aurora Borealis Program was implemented. The first thing I’ll note was the extremely low casualty number during Borealis operations.4 Of the 39 operations that occurred, three casualties were reported, with only one of those dying. Secondly, the occurrence of raids on Foundation sites dropped by a staggering 89%, with casualty rates being in low 5-9% of the raids that did occur. During my interviews with SCP-6436, it told me it wanted to minimize conflict. It seems to me that it was successful to an extent. - Dr. Ramírez Footnotes 1. Program Aurora Borealis was designed to counter the activities of certain GoI’s and prevent any further raids on Foundation Sites. 2. The Pleiades Machine generates an extremely low amount of type Blue Energy. 3. Doctor Ramírez was reprimanded for lack of professionalism. 4. Operations under the Aurora Borealis Program were referred to as Borealis Operations.
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SCP-6437
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euclid
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Due to an systems outage at Site-357, the following information may be out of date. We apologize for any inconveniences this may cause, and are working on a solution. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6437 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Two recovered SCP-6437-A instances Special Containment Procedures: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") is to be mobilized to locate, secure, and replace any art pieces effected by SCP-6437-A manifestations. Furthermore, Psi-64 is authorized to employ amnestics and media manipulation tactics to minimize the spread of information about SCP-6437-A manifestations. Description: SCP-6437 is a phenomenon where SCP-6437-A instances manifest in the vicinity of objects that do not conform to conventional definitions of art, after which they are instantaneously fired into the aforementioned objects through the use of an unknown explosive agent. While SCP-6437 could have an incalculably wide range of possible targets, manifestations have been primarily recorded to target art pieces showcased in “high-profile” exhibitions or displays. SCP-6437-A instances are a collection of miscellaneous bullets. Instances have shown no additional anomalous properties following their manifestation. Addendum-6437.1: Incident Log Incident 06/12/2019-6437 Location: Miami Beach Convention Center during Art Basel1 Event: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") members operating within the Art Basel staff recovered an SCP-6437-A instance that had struck "Comedian"2 before opening hours. Psi-64 operatives cleared the area while the art piece was replaced with a banana from a nearby grocery store. Over the course of Art Basel, "Comedian" was the target of two additional manifestations during visitor hours. In each case, witnesses of the event were amnesticised via the use of Class-A amnestics and the SCP-6437-A instance was recovered. Incident 17/05/2022-6437 Location: Sotheby's Auction House Event: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") members operating within Sotheby's Auction House responded to an SCP-6437-A manifestation during the live-streamed auction of "Boulder"3 by Jone Glorious, which shattered the stone art piece. Due to the difficulty of administering amnestics at a wide scale, a coverup operation was enacted by MTF Psi-64 operatives in which the public was made to believe that the destruction of “Boulder” was an intentional part of the artwork. To achieve this end, the operatives took control of the Sotheby livestream for the rest of its duration while other Psi-64 operatives subdued Sotheby personnel and security who were administered Class-A amnestics. Glorious, the creator of “Boulder”, was also located, amnesticised, and had false memories of conceptualizing “Fragments of Boulder” implanted. Though high estimates put the "Boulder" piece's value at $160,000 before the event, "Fragments of Boulder" was eventually purchased for $410,000 by an anonymous bidder. Incident 07/07/2023-6437 Location: Lavender Bar and Food Emporium Event: MTF Psi-64 ("Art Attack") operatives infiltrating a local anartist exhibition titled "Kill your darlings and keep your enemies closer" were notified of multiple gunshots that had been fired in the nearby Lavender Bar and Food Emporium. Upon reaching the scene, Psi-64 operatives identified the gunshots as SCP-6437-A manifestations that had targeted 6 different plates of a signature menu item at the restaurant called "The Forager's Meal".4 Initial investigation by Psi-64 operatives led to the apprehension of "Archer Gilliam", classified as PoI-6437, who was seen fleeing the scene after the manifestation event. Patrons attending the establishment were amnesticised, 6 SCP-6437-A instances were recovered, and PoI-6437 was sent to Site-357 as per Protocol-HOUDINI5. Addendum-6437.2: Video Log Video Log 6437.2 Interviewed: PoI-6437 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Turner Flock Foreword: Due to good behavior on the part of PoI-6437, Junior Researcher Turner Flock was allowed to conduct the following interview as a training exercise. <Begin Log> Flock: Good afternoon. Archer, right? PoI-6437 stares at Flock. Flock: Archer? PoI-6437: Who are you? Flock pauses. Flock: Oh, uh… I'm Flock. Junior Researcher Flock. I'll be interviewing you today. Is that alright? PoI-6437: Sure. When can I leave? Flock: Unfortunately we will have to keep you in custody until we can garner full understanding of your circumstances. PoI-6437 exhales. PoI-6437: Ok. Sure. Let's get this on with then. Flock: Wonderful. Flock picks up a file from the table, scans across the first page then turns back to PoI-6437. Flock: You were apprehended after fleeing the scene of a shooting, and though no weapon was found, witnesses were quick to identify you as the shooter. Do you have any ideas why? PoI-6437 thinks for a few moments. PoI-6437: I don't think I know why, no. Flock scans the file for a bit longer. Flock: If I may quote one of them, then. "They were going crazy before it happened, shouting at the person in front of them then 'BANG BANG BANG' they shot a bunch of people's tables!" Flock: Does that sound familiar? PoI-6437: I guess I did get a bit heated at Xandrus… But he had it coming! Annoying guy. Don't know why people think I'd shoot over it though. Flock laughs. Flock: Could I ask what exactly he did to get you 'heated'? PoI-6437: Don't get me started on this shit. He just complains about everything whenever we talk to each other. Few weeks ago it was that his paint was all dry, last week it was that apples taste bad, or something, and this week he thinks that our meal wasn't cool enough! PoI-6437: For starters that shit was expensive, like I already don't make much from work, but I mean the gall to think you are the arbiter of not just quality, but what even counts as art! It doesn't matter if it's just food, y'know, it could just be a slice of bread, right? Who cares! Flock: I think I see what you're getting at, but I think it'd be good for you to calm down before we continue. Can you do that? PoI-6437 takes a few breaths and waits for Flock. Flock: Alright then. So after the event you fled the scene. Could I ask why you did this? PoI-6437 chuckles. PoI-6437: Didn't want to get shot, y'know? Flock: I guess so? The two are silent for a few moments. PoI-6437: Need I say more? Flock: I suppose not. Flock scans over the file in his hand again. Flock: Let's move on then. There are two occurrences in our records that are similar to the one you were present for. Do you recognize this art piece? Flock hands a second file to PoI-6437 with a picture of "Fragments of Boulder" on it. PoI-6437 takes it, looks over it for a moment, then laughs. PoI-6437: Oh I do remember this one, watched the auction live actually, made me a big fan of Glorious. Flock: Could you elaborate? PoI-6437: God I mean, like, it was such a statement piece, right? Real middle finger to all the idiots online who get mad about that stuff. Flock: What 'stuff' are you talking about, exactly? PoI-6437: It's the same shit that Xandrus was complaining about. 'Premades' or whatever. What I think is that if someone is willing to buy your stupid rock for stupid cash, then it's well worth it no matter what. Uh… Like that banana! Flock: Interestingly enough I was just about to bring up the 'Comedian' piece. Flock gives PoI-6437 a glimpse of a third file with a picture of 'Comedian' on it. Flock: If I may, just for a moment, I'm not sure I actually understand the point of these pieces. PoI-6437: What's not to get? It's a banana. Flock holds back a laugh. Flock: Well of course, but that might be what I'm not quite grasping. It isn't really much of an art piece is it? PoI-6437: God that's the same shit Xandrus said. You gotta grasp that that's the point, Dude. Flock: I could do the exact same thing quite easily, I think. It's just a banana, and in the other case, just a rock. It's not really art, then, is it? PoI-6437: You didn't do it though! Did you? Flock: They barely did either. Flock laughs to himself. PoI-6437 slams their hands against the table as they stand up PoI-6437: That's not the point! Everyone who makes anything, anyone who makes art, makes it with a reason! You didn't tape a banana to the wall because why would you! PoI-6437 looks to their left and lets out a sharp exhale. PoI-6437: I'm remembering why I got so mad at Xandrus now. That annoying ass thinks that only paint and statues and shit count. So I was like, "What about dancing and shit" and he was like, "I mean but that's different" and I was like "how is it even different" and he was like "It's, like, because you write the moves down or something" and I was like "how is that any different to a recip-" Flock looks at the room's camera. Flock: I think you need to calm down a- PoI-6437: Fuck no! I've needed to vent this shit for weeks! It's just distracting! People get so into the weeds over the most semantic little things and the discussion takes all the attention from what people are actually doing! Someone tries to make a statement and just because it didn't meet some standard of what counts as "art" it doesn't get to be a statement? They don't get to speak? PoI-6437 stares at Flock while waiting for an answer. Flock: But then what's the point of even calling it art? PoI-6437: That's exactly what I'm saying! There isn't a point! Every day people go around shitting out art! You can't stop them! Food is art! Talking to people is art! Half your life is a string of improv performances that you didn't get to opt into! Even this creepy scribble on notepad stuff that you wackos seem to be doing! Basically kidnap me, hold me in a boring ass room for five days, then what! You take me here to get mad?! Flock: That wasn't my- PoI-6437: I don't think you get it, Dude. You sitting here? Art. Your creepy friends watching me? ART! All these stupid files you have, all these notes on me, even this stupid conversation! IT'S ART! The feed suddenly cuts off. <End Log> NOTICE | Outage at Site-357 has been resolved. | Click here for up to date documentation. Footnotes 1. An annual prestigious contemporary art fair held simultaneously in Basel, Switzerland; Miami Beach, Florida, USA; Hong Kong, China; and Paris, France. 2. An art piece by Maurizio Cattelan comprised of a banana taped to a wall. 3. An art piece conceptualized by artist Jone Glorious consisting of a chunk of granite approximately 1.2 meters in diameter. 4. An expensive avant-garde dish made with locally foraged ingredients. The actual contents of the dish vary each time it is ordered. 5. New anartists discovered by MTF Psi-64 are sent to Site-357 to minimize complications regarding their containment while their capabilities are measured. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6437" by IndustryStandard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6437. Licensed under CC-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: bullet Author: Seha bs License: Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bullet_7-92Mauser.JPG Filename: Is It Art Yet? Author: Guillaume Paumier, CC-BY. License: Attribution 3.0 Unported (CC BY 3.0) Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bullet_holes_in_Nablus_013_-_Aug_2011.jpg (alterations were made) SCP-6437-A instances are a collection of miscellaneous bullets. Instances have shown no additional anomalous properties following their manifestation.
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SCP-6438
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esoteric-class
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SCP-6438 - So… Come Here Often? Hey man, I only asked if you came here often, And you wouldn't shut up about your tragic but really important and compelling backstory Read the room man, you're bringing the mood down. And you still didn't answer my question. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by CowscantgoMoo Item#: 6438 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-115 Director K. Vittinner Researcher F. Flynn N/A Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation members with at least Level-3 clearance must adopt SCP-6438 via Mandatory Memetic Inoculation (MMI). SCP-6438 is classified as an Advanced Interrogation Technique and must be used sparingly per the Ethics Committee Interrogation Policy. Personnel with a minimum of Level-2 clearance may have SCP-6438 released to them under the pretense of a severe containment breach, close encounters with rival GOIs, or rare cases of contact with information-sensitive individuals or groups. Description: SCP-6438 is the memetic phrase: "So… come here often?" When spoken by an individual with sufficient inoculation, SCP-6438 causes listening parties to respond with a lengthy speech about an impactful event in their past, spanning between approximately two minutes and three hours. The described event is then used to justify their motives regarding their current actions.1 SCP-6438 also produces an additional, weak antimemetic effect on the subject, rendering them unaware of the extent of the information they share. If another party brings attention to their response, this effect is broken, allowing them to remember what they've said. To abort the effects of SCP-6438, the speaker of SCP-6438 must interrupt the subject with the phrase: "Would you like to?" The effects of SCP-6438 will cease, with the subject expressing mild disgust at the interrupting phrase. Addendum 6438.1: Origins SCP-6438 was brought to the Foundation's attention when Researcher Francis Flynn began utilizing it in everyday conversation. The following log details its first documented use within Site-115's cafeteria: CAMERA LOG Date: January 13th, 2017, 12:38 PM Camera: Cafeteria, East Wall Involved Personnel: Researcher Flynn, Jr. Researcher Lennings, Jr. Researcher Parks «BEGIN LOG» (Flynn enters the cafeteria and walks up to Lennings and Parks as they eat lunch. They're engaged in a friendly trivia competition regarding tourist locations in each U.S. state.) Lennings: Alright, good one, next up is… Texas. Parks: Oh, um… I know this, it's… uh… (For thirty seconds, Parks struggles to produce an answer. Lennings' phone buzzes.) Lennings: And that's time, it was the Alamo. Parks: Damn, forgot about that. (Flynn enters the cafeteria and sits next to Lennings and Parks. All parties are silent for about five seconds. Parks takes a bite out of their bagel.) Flynn: So… come here often? (Lennings and Parks begin monologuing simultaneously. Their voices overlap each other, rendering them unintelligible. After about three minutes, they stop.) Parks: …banned from South Dakota. I only eat whole-wheat bagels now. Flynn: (laughs) It still works! Lennings: What still works? What did you do? Flynn: I cast a spell back in middle school that combined a few of our inside jokes: Bad pickup lines and tragic backstories. Lennings: Tragic backstories? Flynn: Yeah, we really liked underdog-revenge stories. Coming from a poor family, natural disasters, being British… real tragic stuff. Parks: Wait, did I talk about the bagel incident?! How much of that did you hear? Flynn: Don't worry, I didn't process a word of what either of you said. But, you know, if I wanted to… Parks: (standing up) Nope, I'm not sticking around for that. If you guys want to spill your secrets, go right on ahead, but good luck on your little uh- Good luck! (Parks exits the cafeteria as Sr. Researcher Albert enters. Albert slows down and stops, watching Parks as she leaves the room. He turns back to face Lennings and Flynn, who stare at him silently.) Albert: What? (Lennings nudges Flynn with his elbow and smirks. He turns back to Albert and yells.) Lennings: Hey, Alex! Come here often?! (Albert scans the room and looks back at Lennings in confusion.) Albert: (sarcastically) To the cafeteria? No, never been here in my life. Completely new territory for me, absolutely no idea why I would be here. Lennings: (whispers to Flynn) What happened? Why didn't it work? Flynn: (whispers back) You did it wrong, watch. (Regular) Hey Alex! So, come here often? (Lennings and Albert start describing their past, with Lennings repeating what he's said before.) Albert: I was born at a very young age, ten years ago.2 We lived in the middle of nowhere, where- (Albert covers his mouth and quickly surveys the room. He continues mumbling to himself as he exits the room. About a minute later, Lennings concludes his story.) Lennings: …and I never went into that room again. (pauses) Damn, this spell is something powerful. Flynn: Yeah, I'm something of a wizard myself. Lennings: (scoffs) Says the guy who microwaves potions in the break room. Flynn: I bought a new one! I said I was sorry! Lennings: Allegedly. Flynn: (smiling) Yes, I'm allegedly sorry. I won't do it again. Lennings: (laughs) Oh, I can't wait to follow Steele around with this. You've got to show me how you do it. Flynn: Well, there's a ritual, but- Lennings: Wait, do I have to do something absurd? Do I have to drink pig's blood or ransack a grave for this? Flynn: No, I made this spell when I was twelve, it's a lot simpler than that. A lot simpler. Lennings: Oh, how simple? «END LOG» Containment and classification of SCP-6438 occurred after its continuous use within Site-115. To prevent possible distractions through SCP-6438, all personnel within Site-115 have performed the ritual to avoid its anomalous effects. Information concerning SCP-6438 has since been reclassified to Level-4: Secret. Addedum 6438.2: Ritual The ritual for granting an individual the ability to perform SCP-6438 is attached below. Attempts to divorce SCP-6438 from its initial phrase have been unsuccessful. Deviations of SCP-6438 have all failed due to the inner workings of SCP-6438's non-adherence to traditional thaumatology. RITUAL PROCEDURES Step 1: Win three games of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" in a row. The games must be unplanned, leaving the completion of this step to pure chance. Step 2: Drink from The Chalice.3 Step 3: Spin in place for at least three minutes. Pillows are allowed to prevent possible injury from dizziness. Step 4: Engage in a handshake for as long as possible. Both parties must be unaware of the minimum time required to fulfill this step.4 Step 5: Begin every conversation with SCP-6438. Continue to do this until the effects of SCP-6438 are noticeable. Additional Notes: The first four steps must be completed in under four hours. Researcher Flynn has already apologized for the strict and foolish nature of the ritual. Addendum 6438.3: Applications The following excerpt was pulled from the SCP-████ file and logged below for its relation to SCP-6438. Information about SCP-████ has been redacted or removed. INTERVIEW Date: July 7th, 2018, 9:32 PM Interviewer: Jr. Researcher Lennings Subject: POI-75722 Context: The subject has refused to talk to Foundation personnel for approximately three hours. Nonetheless, attempts to interrogate them continued, due to the crucial information they hold. «BEGIN LOG» (Lennings sits on the end of the table with POI-75722 seated on the other. They maintain silent eye contact for five minutes.) Lennings: Alright, what're your demands? POI-75722: I need nothing. I want to be released. Lennings: Then will you tell us who your leader is? Or what you've messed with so far? POI-75722: (grinning) Absolutely, just as soon as you let me out. Lennings: But then- (Lennings groans and buries his face into his hands.) POI-75722: There is no method that will make me talk. No form of torture or reward- Lennings: (mockingly) Will make me spill my truth, I know, I know. God damn, for someone who won't talk, you sure won't shut up. (Lennings leans back into his chair and sighs. He snaps his fingers and points them into guns at POI-75722.) Lennings: So… (snaps) come here often? POI-75722: To the Foundation? Of course, I do. I've spent the last twelve years spying on their entire operation, looking for any weakness to take them down. (Lennings sits up at his chair confused.) POI-75722: Then one day, I was contacted by a group, they called themselves "B", just the letter. I always found that to be bizarre, but their track record was amazing. They were responsible for leaded gasoline, the assassination of Patrick Henry, the bagel incident… (As POI-75722 continues, a smile builds on Lennings' face. He pulls out a notepad and a pencil, writing down bullet points of POI-75722's talking points.) «END LOG» Closing Notes: For the next hour, POI-75722 continues to divulge sensitive information with Lennings asking leading questions and occasionally using SCP-6438 to continue the monologue. Following this event, SCP-6438 has been adopted by the Foundation and updated to include its Thaumiel classification.5 Attempts to recreate SCP-6438 with a different trigger phrase are still ongoing. Footnotes 1. In all cases, the event is highly relevant to the subject's current actions, despite the low probability of such an event occurring. 2. The event described contradicts Sr. Researcher Albert's personnel file. Further research has been halted after Sr. Researcher Albert invoked the Ethics Committee Privacy and Protection Policy. 3. This refers to drinking two liters of whole milk at 30°C in less than an hour. The glass must be referred to as "The Chalice" throughout the entire process to fulfill this step. The style of the glass is irrelevant. 4. Two hours. 5. The use of SCP-6438 was proposed by the Ethics Committee during the creation of the Ethics Committee Interrogation Policy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6438" by CowscantgoMoo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6438. Licensed under CC-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-6439
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keter
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Item#: 6439 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6439 is to be handled in accordance with security measures typical for infohazards. Evidence of its existence should be sought out and quarantined, and amnestics administered as necessary. In addition, to continue the effective containment of SCP-6439-1, Foundation assets should work to encourage the traditions associated with Halloween and counter attempts to eliminate or substantially change them. Description: SCP-6439 is a temporal anomaly taking the form of an extra 24-hour period per calendar year. The anomaly is accompanied by an amnestic effect; it can only be perceived under specific circumstances and through specific methods. Researchers assigned to SCP-6439 believe this amnestic effect is caused by SCP-6439-1 (consult the Addenda Materials for further information). As such, its existence has been rendered unknown to all but a very small number of people who have encountered evidence of it. This evidence is extremely rare and all of it is believed to be in Foundation hands, though other instances of SCP-6439 being perceptible are being actively sought out. Primary evidence for SCP-6439 comes from three sources. The first is the recording of a radio broadcast received by a high-orbit American spy satellite to which the Foundation has covert access. It is a commercial broadcast from WAEK ‘The Wake’, a local radio station in Kentucky, specifically the show ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’. The show was evidently broadcast during a non-existent period between October 31st and November 1st. The second is the evidence given by a CIA technical analyst, Gavin McCrae, to the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, concerning a Chinese satellite and its anomalous data. The third is marginalia in a medieval Irish manuscript, The Book of the Days of Leinster, describing events supposedly having taken place in the 9th century CE. Addendum 6439.1: Radio Broadcast of ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’ [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: That was George Michael with ‘Careless Whisper’, bringing us into this October 32nd with the sexiest sax in music. I’m Abby, here to keep my shift workers and midnight lurkers company from the turn of the calendar up to the early hours. Call in to request a song, anything you like as long as it’s classic and cool, or just tell me what’s on your mind. As those costume parties are winding down and the trick or treaters finally come down off their sugar buzz, we’ll be keeping it calm and copacetic here on WAEK, The Wake. Producer Wendell has just handed me a note from our weather desk. There’s an extreme weather warning for all parts of the state. Don’t know whether that’s tornadoes or raining frogs, it just says ‘extreme weather’. So it’s looking like a weird night, and not just because yesterday was Halloween. And speaking of my loyal colleague Wendell, he’s telling me we have a caller on the line. Hi there, you’re speaking with DJ Abby. What’s happening? Calvin: Hi Abby, Calvin here, uh, long time listener, first time caller. Listen, it’s kinda crazy out here, I was wondering if your listeners have ever seen anything like what’s going down here. DJ Abby: Sure thing, Calvin, speak to me. Calvin: I’m down at the Primo Pins Bowling Alley, near West Creek? Just, you know, hanging out. There are a bunch of people here. Well, I say people, but they’re more like… shadows. DJ Abby: Shadows? Calvin: Yeah. I thought maybe it was a bunch of goof-offs wearing all black bodysuits for Halloween, but they got closer and I could, like, kinda see through them. They were coming out of the darkness past the parking lot lights. I was with my buddy, we were smoking, you know, and he said, ‘look at these goobers, I’m gonna go mess with them.’ But now I can’t see him and these shadow people are all around the car. DJ Abby: Sounds far out. Maybe you oughta drive out of there? Calvin: My buddy’s got the keys. Hey, hey, he’s here. Hey, Kyle! Kyle, my dude, let’s split! Uh, he’s not hearing me. Looks like they’re carrying him. [A scream rings out, distant.] Calvin: Whoa, Kyle, get out of there! Aww, geez, now he’s going see-through, too. The shadow people have these glowing eyes and there are way more of them. They’re getting close. Hey, Kyle, you still got that piece in the glove compartment? Sorry, Abby, I gotta go. DJ Abby: Sounds like Calvin has his hands full there. Maybe all you out there in radioland should steer clear of Primo Pins for a while. Time for a track to keep our minds off these interesting times. Stick around, I’ll be right here with you till the small hours start getting big. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: That was Dexys Midnight Runners with ‘Come On Eileen’, and she’d better get moving because it is weird out there tonight. The network is sending warnings of blackouts across the state, extreme winds, hail the size of grapefruits, and a whole bunch of gosh-darned forest fires out of control. Plus there are riots in Louisville and Lexington. It’s the perfect night to stay inside with me and wait out the crazy with some classic tunes. I'm getting word from Producer Wendell that there's a caller on the line. Tina, what’s on your mind? Tina: Hi Abby! I’m calling from Owensboro. I work at the hospital here. We’ve all had to evacuate and we’re hiding out in the local high school, in the gymnasium. DJ Abby: Sounds like something heavy is going down there, Tina. Tina: Oh boy, you have no idea. Just after midnight the security guys said there was a disturbance in the basement. The next thing I know, there are naked people walking around! Naked people from the morgue! Dead folks that just got up off the autopsy table and out of the cold lockers. It was the darndest thing I ever saw. They had those autopsy incisions, some of them were from car wrecks or whatever and had bits missing. They were moaning and running about the place. Of course we all high-tailed it out of there. The stragglers told me some of the dead folks were conducting operations on those who couldn't run for it fast enough. All kinds of crazy things you hear, some people saying it’s judgement day, or it’s a weird virus from space, or aliens. I gotta say, Abby, I don’t know what to think. DJ Abby: As a man once said, Tina, when you’re going through hell, keep going. Hunker down and ride it out. Tina: Well, I don’t know if we’re even safe in here. One man, he started screaming there were monsters eating his brain, and suddenly he’s crawling up the walls and along the ceiling like a big old spider! And I saw some sasquatch-looking thing in the parking lot outside, and a whole lot more kinda shambling down main street. I know it’s Halloween but this just beats all. DJ Abby: Stay strong, Tina, baby. Remember you’re not alone. Whatever happens, we’ll all see it through together. Tina: A gotta say, you’re real calm about all this craziness going on. DJ Abby: The way I figure it, what happens, happens, and fretting about it all isn’t going to make it go away. The only thing I care about is that I don’t face it alone. And I don’t have to. I’m here with our callers, all our listeners, Producer Wendell, all the good folks following us from Midnight to Morn. As long as I got that, there’s no better place to ride out the storm than right here with some good tunes and good company. Tina: That’s a fine philosophy, Abby, but it’s kinda difficult to chill out when there’s people crawling on the ceiling and giant bats flying around. Did I mention the bats? I think they’re bats, anyway, they look the size of airliners from down here. Hold on… [Pause.] I gotta go, I think the cops just said we all gotta barricade the doors. DJ Abby: Stay safe, Tina. Same to all of you out there. Meanwhile, it’s raining blood. And in case you think I’m about to spin some Slayer, I mean actual blood. It’s coming down in sheets outside the studio window. We got glowing symbols in the sky, looking like some kind of Latin writing. I can see the power going out in some parts of town, so we’ll broadcast just as long as we can. Right now we have a request on the phones. Talk to me, Kevin. Kevin: Glad I got through, Abby, the phones are real messed up. So, uh, I always wanted to request a song and it looks like I might not get another chance. See, the problem is — my mom, she died maybe three years ago? DJ Abby: Sorry to hear that, Kevin. Kevin: She’s outside my kitchen window right now. She’s all blotchy and has these long claws but it’s definitely her. She’s howling and trying to bust in. Got some players from the bridge club with her. I’m… I’m not gonna make it through the night. I said to myself, it’s pick up the phone now or never. DJ Abby: Glad to be here for you, Kevin. And I hope your mom just wants to catch up. What song do you want to request? Kevin: Well, given what’s going on, there’s only really one song that would be appropriate. DJ Abby: I’m way ahead of you, buddy. For Kevin and his late mom, here’s REM. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: Seeing us through to the small hours, this is DJ Abby. And this might really be the end, my beautiful friends. We’ve had calls from folks seeing the dead walk, monsters among us, the seas boiling and the earth aflame. Through the rain of blood outside the studio I can see the ground heaving up and rivers of lava flowing across our bluegrass state. Most of the phone lines are down, but… [Pause.] Producer Wendell says someone’s got through. Caller, you’re on the air. Don: Abby! Oh thank God you’re there, Abby. My name’s Don, long time listener, I’m down in Louisville and half of West End just fell into this big pit. DJ Abby: I know plenty of folks who would call that an improvement. Don: I didn’t much love it neither but now there’s just this big fiery hole, like a lake of flame with all these things leaping around in it. People are lining up to jump in! Plus half everyone I can see are covered in these red boils and there are bugs like big fat grasshoppers everywhere. Swarms of them. DJ Abby: Locusts, maybe? Don: Well, they ain’t ladybugs. We were having our office Halloween party when it all started and now I’m stuck in Accounting dressed like Chewbacca watching the damned world end. Excuse my language but it’s just been crazy. Oh boy, the Omni Hotel just fell down. DJ Abby: Thanks for calling in, Don. I gotta cut you off because something’s coming down out of the sky. It’s like… a mountain upside-down, made of bodies. Arms and legs, all tangled up, all writhing like worms. The sky around it’s opening up like a sinkhole. The ground is warping around it. I can… I can feel its thoughts, battering against my skull. I think this is it, people. The last trumpet is sounding. The last disc is spun. Whoever’s still listening, I’m glad I could spend the last moments on the air with you. It’s turning towards me. Its face… a void. Emptiness. [Pause.] Producer Wendell says it’s got the same face as his father, but I just see an endless nothing. We’re getting some interference here. I’ll stay on the air as long as I can. Stay strong out there, people. Do not… Go… Quietly… [Static takes over.] [A new voice breaks through.] Unknown: I have seen your offering for this year. I have heard the songs of your celebration. I have tasted your delighting in fear. And it is good. Unknown: The bargain that was struck is fulfilled. Once more you are spared. The devastation of my wake and the majesty of my horror shall be erased. Unknown: Let your devotion to fear be given voice again when next this day comes to pass. I shall cleave close to the terms of our bargain. I hunger, and unlike you, I shall not forget. [END LOG] Addendum 6439.2: Transcription of a Hearing of the US Senate Select Committee on Intelligence The following is the partial transcript of an evidentiary session of the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, held in secret to receive the testimony of CIA technical analyst Gavin McCrae. Senator Darlene Sanchez conducted the session. Though the proceedings are classified, the Foundation acquired a transcript through its assets in the legislative branch. [BEGIN LOG] Senator Darlene Sanchez: Analyst McCrae, please explain the context for why you brought us here today. CIA Analyst Gavin McCrae: It’s all kind of, off-the-record. None of this is official CIA policy or anything. Sanchez: You won’t get into trouble for colouring outside the lines, Analyst McCrae. We don’t go squealing to the teacher. All we care about is the truth. McCrae: Sometimes an issue comes up which could lead to both sides spending a lot of money or even kicking off an international incident, which could be resolved if we just talked to each other. So that’s what happened here. My opposite number in the Science and Technology Directorate of the Chinese Ministry of State Security is a guy named Liu Kenong. He found out we were talking a lot about the communications satellite one of their shell companies launched three years ago. Sanchez: How did this Kenong find out what the CIA was talking about? McCrae: They spy on us as much as we spy on them. They’re monitoring chatter, maybe they have agents inside. The same thing we do. It’s not really my department. Sanchez: I see. Continue. McCrae: Kenong asked to meet me at the airport in Kuala Lumpur. He had my travel itinerary too, by the way. But it was a public place, so it was probably safe. Just an unofficial chat over coffee, you know. So I met him there. Nice guy, I guess. His English wasn’t great but it was better than my Mandarin. Together we got by. We had to look up some of the technical stuff. The CIA was worried one of the Chinese satellites was for spying. It wasn’t in Earth’s orbit, at least nowhere we could see, but we knew they were getting data from it. So we wondered what it was. We were getting jumpy that the Chinese had stolen a march on us. Getting ahead in the new secret space race. Kenong said we’d got it all wrong. Sanchez: Do you have reason to trust this Kenong? McCrae: No more or less than he had to trust me. It’s a reciprocal thing, Senator. We can’t function without at least some communication with the other side. We’re trying to put one over on each other, sure, but neither of us has an interest in starting a conflict over nothing that ends up costing money and lives. Simple answer, I don’t have much reason, to be honest, only his word. I’m just telling you what he told me. Sanchez: Something of a gentlemen’s agreement, then. Please continue. McCrae: Kenong said there was a satellite but it wasn’t spying on anything. It was a test. They wanted to know if they could hide something, like a space station, on the far side of the sun, orbiting opposite to the Earth. They figured it would be impossible to see from Earth so they could hide whatever they wanted there. The satellite they sent up was designed to prove if that was true. They flew it to the other side of the sun and it was supposed to sit there broadcasting test signals. If the Chinese could pick them up, or if anyone else on Earth did, they’d know the idea was a no-go. The thing is, after about six months, the Chinese were able to detect this satellite. And we were, too. So the test failed. Or worked, depending on your point of view. Sanchez: What did the CIA believe they had detected? McCrae: Like I said, we thought it was a spy satellite. We didn’t know what it was supposed to be spying on from way out there but we didn’t like it. The tension started rising, we were trying to crack codes and get people inside the Chinese operation to find out. Then the Chinese reacted and started hunting down moles and tightening security. Everyone’s getting more paranoid, convinced something big’s about to happen. It’s only so long before someone does something stupid. That’s what Kenong was trying to defuse. Sanchez: I see. And this idea the Chinese had, of hiding something behind the sun. It didn’t work because it could be detected from Earth? McCrae: That was inconclusive. The satellite kept going off course. Kenong didn’t understand it, he told me. He assumed it was just a malfunction, but then they noticed the satellite’s atomic clock was exactly one day off compared to the one they’d synched it to on Earth. And yes, they checked if it was a leap year. They went through the programming, didn’t find any bugs, recoded the whole thing and tried again. A year passes, and the same thing happened. The satellite went off course, the Chinese saw it, we saw it, suddenly the CIA Director is being briefed on this new secret Chinese weapon again. The Chinese try to fix it, can’t find what’s wrong, and try a third time. One year later? Same thing. Exactly twenty-four hours out of whack. So eventually they gave up and recalled the satellite. Kenong said it burned up on re-entry, like they’d planned. Sanchez: Did Kenong believe it was a malfunction? McCrae: Of course. So did I. It’s the only explanation. Either there’s a bug in the programming or there’s an extra day in the year no one knows about. [He laughs.] Sanchez: And how would this extra day get there? McCrae: Excuse me? Sanchez: If there were an extra day we don’t experience on Earth, but the rest of the universe does, that means this satellite was programmed for 365 days instead of 366. How might that occur? McCrae: I’m not sure I follow you. Time is time, you can’t change it. Sanchez: You’ll forgive my high school physics, but time can change, can it not? With a large enough gravity source? A black hole, that kind of thing? McCrae: Sure, but the biggest thing nearby is the sun and it doesn’t distort spacetime that much. If there were a black hole anywhere near us, we’d know about it. Or rather we wouldn’t know anything because we’d be sucked in pretty fast. Sanchez: So what could the explanation be? McCrae: Senator, please excuse me, but are you genuinely suggesting our perception of the length of a year is wrong? Sanchez: I am privy to information that even a CIA analyst is not. What seems ridiculous to you is very pertinent to us. Humour me. What could make that happen? McCrae: I don’t know. Aliens? Magic? Sanchez: I see. Thank you, Analyst McCrae. Your evidence has been very enlightening. [END LOG] Addendum 6439.3: Analysis of The Book of the Days of Leinster The following is a translation and commentary of writing found in the margins of The Book of the Days of Leinster, a manuscript held in the Trinity College Library in Dublin. The book dates from the 10th century and is a chronicle of Irish kings and significant events from the mid-9th century. The translation and notes are by Professor Sean Dullan. This document came to the Foundation’s attention as potential evidence of a historical anomaly and was retrieved following a data search regarding temporal anomalies and eschatological scenarios. The text consists of three passages of marginalia across two pages of the manuscript, in a notably less sophisticated hand than the main text. The Middle Irish used is highly colloquial and includes abbreviations and elisions, rendering many challenges in translation. Apart from this there are no significant lacunas in the text. The passage begins with a statement by the unnamed writer, explaining the original copies of the tale had been lost. The writer wrote it down from memory to ensure it would not pass from memory and be forgotten. The Book of the Days of Leinster was used as a matter of convenience and because the writer expected such a large and expensive book to be preserved. The story itself dates from the early 9th century and concerns a king of Leinster named Bran mac Donnchada. This individual is not mentioned in other sources, though he may be any one of several contemporary kings in the region who used various names and honorifics. Bran was journeying north out of Leinster with a force of Irishmen and Vikings to defend his borders. The writer neglects to describe his opposition, or the numbers of his army. The writer here gives a date which, according to the modern calendar, equates to October 32nd, and is presumably an error. On this day, as Bran led his army across the border, it was confronted by what the text describes as a ‘demon’. It was of great size, and had the bodies of many men, though the exact meaning of this is not clear. It is described as ‘descending’, perhaps literally from the sky, or metaphorically as a predator descends on its prey. Bran’s army scattered at the sight. Some men were ‘struck down’, though again the text is ambiguous on whether this meant ‘killed’ or ‘rendered unconscious’. Others went mad, or fled. The writer states the demon’s face was perceived by some men as that of a hideous monster, and by others as that of a family member, animal, or religious figure. King Bran was not among those who fled or were incapacitated. In the demon’s face he saw an image of himself, weak and bound in ropes. But Bran was not afraid. The writer alludes to Bran’s widely acknowledged valour and his many deeds in war, though does not name them. Bran and the demon then engaged in a discussion. The writer describes them speaking of the state of the world and whether the demon should destroy it or not. Bran maintained the world was a fine place and full of brave men and fair women, and all the glories of nature. The demon, however, was not convinced, and determined to destroy it and everyone in it. Bran, however, was cunning and wise as well as very brave, and proposed a deal to the demon. If he saw to it that a festival was held in the demon’s honour, he asked that the demon spare the world and undo the terror it had already wrought. The demon thought upon this, and decided it would return in exactly one year. If the festival was to its liking, the demon would hold off destroying the world and cause all that happened on that day to be undone, so the horror of its appearance would not scar the minds of all who witnessed it. Thus the deal was struck, and King Bran returned home. He bade all the people of his own kingdom, and called upon all his allies elsewhere, to have a festival to please the demon. As the demon was a thing of fear, the festival was to celebrate fear. All things grotesque and terrifying would be sung of and paraded, and for a day, it would be as if the beautiful and the ugly had changed places. That next year, when the demon arose with much madness and destruction. It was pleased by the festival and did as it had bargained, turning back the day and sparing the world. King Bran lamented he would never see the result of his cunning, nor would any other witness it, for the memory itself of that day was undone. The only solace he had was when the next day dawned. For if the festival of fear did not happen, or if it was found wanting, the sun would never have risen again. Bran had his scholars write of the day he encountered the demon and the deal the two had made. However, copies of these writings were lost, prompting the unnamed writer of the marginalia to note down all they remembered of the tale. This perhaps explains the lack of any mention of the tale elsewhere in the extant literature. Similarly, a creature of myth resembling the demon is not recorded anywhere, suggesting the tale is either one peculiar to the Leinster region, or was an invention of the unnamed writer. The entity King Bran encountered, and that may still manifest on Earth on the 32nd of October every year, is designated SCP-6439-1. Its containment is likely beyond the capacity of the Foundation, and so containment efforts should instead be aimed at ensuring the tradition of Halloween continues. The story of King Bran is roughly contemporary with the first mentions of Samhain, the pagan festival that took place from October 31st to November 1st. Samhain is believed to have been later combined with Christian traditions to become All Hallows’ Eve, and then the modern Halloween. Research into SCP-6439, and the means of perceiving missing time, continues. The Foundation is to liaise with friendly space agencies to generate reliable ways of achieving this. It is evident the reality-erasing effect does not extend to the whole universe, but only contains Earth, and that the 24 hours of missing time can be detected at a sufficient distance from Earth. The exact nature of SCP-6439-1 is not known. Studying it can likely only be achieved on the 32nd of October, with the data generated being archived in a form that can survive the cognitive omission of the day. Foundation Applied Metaphysics staff are working on a means of doing this. Until this is achieved, knowledge of the existence of SCP-6439 shall remain classified as an infohazard, and placating SCP-6439-1 is to remain the primary means of containment. Addendum 6439.4: Radio Broadcast of ‘Midnight To Morning With DJ Abby’ [BEGIN LOG] DJ Abby: That was George Michael with ‘Careless Whisper’, bringing us into this November 1st with the sexiest sax in music. The Halloween parties are at the ‘hanging out in the kitchen’ stage and the costumes have all fallen apart. This is DJ Abby keeping you company until it’s time to throw out the pumpkins and bring in those plastic skeletons from the yard. As always, we’re playing anything you want so long as it’s old and good. You know, Halloween got me thinking about what it is that scares me. Not gonna say I wouldn’t run if a skeleton or mummy or vampire jumped out of the shadows at me, but you know what really frightens me? It’s being without you guys. Or without Producer Wendell, or anyone. It’s being on my own, facing the world with no one by my side. That’s why I love keeping you nighthawks and music dorks company every night. It means none of us are alone out there. We have each other. Even if I’m just a voice coming from your car radio, that’s a connection, and it’s connections that keep us safe. Don’t worry, folks, I’m not going to get too philosophical on you. Abby’s gonna keep the tunes spinning just like always. This one’s a track that felt appropriate, for some reason. For everyone in this strange family of late-night listeners, here’s REM with ‘It's the End of the World as We Know It.’ [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6439" by Ben Counter, Pacific Obadiah, & edited by Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6439. Licensed under CC-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-6440 Image of SCP-6440 taken during first exploration. Potential cognitohazards removed. Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion zone has been established around SCP-6440 and is to be guarded at all times. Any civilians seeking to gain entry are to be turned away and placed under Foundation surveillance for two weeks1. Any SCP-6440-1 instances found leaving SCP-6440 are to be terminated. If SCP-6440-2 is confirmed to be beyond the perimeter surrounding SCP-6440, MTF A-440 ("Muses")2 are to be sent for retrieval. Update as of 2018/11/10: The exclusion zone around Dwelling, Michigan has been extended by 30m and Scranton Reality Anchors placed around the perimeter. Traffic on Parker Road3 is to be diverted under the cover story of construction work. Description: SCP-6440 is a theatre in the abandoned town of Dwelling, Michigan. SCP-6440’s anomalous effect is triggered when a human subject is seated in a theatre seat, causing the subject to lose all higher cognitive functions and autonomy. Subjects at this stage are designated SCP-6440-1. Any human entering SCP-6440 is greeted by SCP-6440-2, an instance of SCP-6440-1 dressed in an usher uniform, and led to a seat. Exploration Log 1: Date: 2018/10/09 D-54392 was sent to investigate the interior of SCP-6440. A body-mounted camera and microphone were supplied. <Begin Log> [The exterior of SCP-6440 is deteriorated except for the front doors.] Control: D-54392, enter through the front theatre doors. D-54392: It's just a theatre. What's the deal? Control: That's what you're here to find out. D-54392: So, you guys have no idea what's in there? Control: (dryly) D-54392, please enter the theatre. [D-54392 sighs and enters SCP-6440. The interior is pristine.] D-54392: Huh, that's weird. Control: D-54392, report? D-54392: This is a theatre but I don't smell or hear popcorn. [Lights turn on as D-54392 walks toward the ticket booth. The narrow view of the camera follows D-54392's movements as it sweeps across an empty entry way. SCP-6440-2 pops up from under the ticket booth desk.] SCP-6440-2: Welcome to Dwelling Theatre! What movie are you lookin' to see? D-54392: (confused) Uh? I don't know? What do you guys have? SCP-6440-2: (points to the marquee above it) This is our current selection of movies. We at Dwelling Theatre specialize in sleeper hits! D-54392: (perusing the movies listed) Yeah uh… I guess I'll watch 'Johnny Mnemonic', I haven't seen it in decades! SCP-6440-2: (nods) Follow me if you will! [SCP-6440-2 leaves the booth without giving D-54392 a ticket and leads xyr down a well-lit hallway. Movie posters from the 80s and 90s line the hallway. They appear new.] D-54392: (nervous) So, you do this for a living? SCP-6440-2: Yes! It's my greatest joy! D-54392: Have you, uh, seen anything weird going on here? SCP-6440-2: Other than the few kids sneaking in? D-54392: Yeah. SCP-6440-2: Nothing really. [They reach the entryway for the room showing 'Johnny Mnemonic'. SCP-6440-2 turns on its flashlight and leads D-54392 into the show room.] [The room is dark and lit by a gray theatre screen. Light from the screen and SCP-6440-2's flashlight shows the theatre to be three quarters full.] Control: D-54392, see if you can get a closer look at the audience. D-54392: (speaks to SCP-6440-2) Uh, so why is the screen blank? Isn't there supposed to be bumpers for upcoming mo- SCP-6440-1: Shh! The movie is about to start! D-54392: Sorry. SCP-6440-2: Here's your seat, xir! [SCP-6440-2 gestures at an empty seat. Nearby patrons turn their heads watching D-54392 find xyr seat.] D-54392: Oh… I just realized that I should go to the bathroom before the movie starts. SCP-6440-2: You don't want to take your seat? D-54392: Yeah, I want to take my seat, on the toilet. SCP-6440-1: Shhh! The movie is about to start. SCP-6440-2: (whispers) You'd miss the beginning of the movie. D-54392: (muttering to Control) Why is he arguing? SCP-6440-2: (grins and tilts its head to the side) What was that? I didn't catch it. [D-54392 backs away slowly. More instances of SCP-6440-1 turn their heads and watch. A few instances' heads turn 180 degrees to watch D-54392.] Control: D-54392, abort and head to the extraction point! [Breathing heavily, xe turns to run. An instance of SCP-6440-1 blocks the path.] SCP-6440-1: (cocks head to the side) Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [Xe screams and pushes past. Fibers similar in appearance to mycelia4 attach themselves to D-54392's shoulder.] D-54392: Gross! What the hell? Control: D-54392 stay calm and get out of there! [Xe manages to push past the anomaly but from the aisle seats arms reach out trying to grab xyr as xe runs past.] [At the top of the stairs xe encounters more SCP-6440-1 instances. They cock their heads to the side. One of them speaks.] SCP-6440-1: Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [D-54392 screams as xe tries to break past the block. The instances grab xyr and pull xyr towards a seat. D-54392 struggles and punches an instance in the face. Its nose snaps but it doesn't react otherwise. Black blood drips from its nose.] [The instances repeat themselves as they force D-54392 into a chair. A squishy, ripping sound is heard from outside the field of view. The camera jerks but continues to face forward.] Control: D-54392? Respond! D-54392? D-54392: … [SCP-6440-2 makes its way up the stairs. Instances clear out of its path and then return to their seats. Loud, squishy noises are heard as the instances sit. D-54392's camera captures the anomalies in front of xyr. Fibers from the backs of the chairs and from the backs of SCP-6440-1 instances merge.] [Smiling, SCP-6440-2 approaches D-54392.] SCP-6440-2: Whoever you are, I would like to thank you for sending me a patron! [It reaches inside of D-54392's front pocket and tears out the camera. SCP-6440-2 looks into the camera, its eyes are gray.] SCP-6440-2: I hope you send me more patrons soon. [Recording cuts out.] <End Log> SCP-6440-1 instances captured on D-54392's camera matched descriptions of Larry Wheeler, Samantha Brown, and Jude Hart who were all reported missing in 1989, 1992 and 1994 respectively. Exploration Log 2: MTF A-440 "Muses": Melpomene-0, Thalia-0 Date: 2018/10/17 Due to SCP-6440-2's knowledge of the Foundation's operations and aggression by SCP-6440-1 instances, "Muses" was sent for further exploration. Their orders were data collection and retrieval of lost personnel if possible. The following recording was retrieved at a later date. <Begin Log> Melpomene-0: Control, we've reached the target location. [Static.] Melpomene-0: Control? [Static.] Thalia-0: How do we proceed? Melpomene-0: Lets back track a safe distance and reestablish communications. [They retreat back a safe distance and establish contact with Control. It's decided that "Muses" proceed with caution.] ["Muses" enter the theatre through the front door. Expecting hostility, they ready their firearms. As in previous explorations, the entryway is pristine and the lights turn on as they walk into the building. They cautiously approach the ticket stand.] SCP-6440-2: (slowly pops up from under the desk) Hello hello! I knew you'd send me more patrons! But there is a strict no-firearms policy while in the theatre. [Melpomene-0 opens ver mouth to speak.] SCP-6440-2: (interrupting Melpomene-0) I'm afraid I'll have to take those. [Mycelia spread over their firearms. Melpomene-0 and Thalia-0 try their weapons.] SCP-6440-2: Nope! No can do! Not in my theatre. (laughs) [The firearms dissolve in the operatives' hands.] Thalia-0: Well shit! [Melpomene-0 throws a punch. SCP-6440-2 dodges.] SCP-6440-2: Tsk, tsk! (shakes head) There shall be no violence in my theatre either. [Momentarily lights in the main entryway are cut. When the lights come back SCP-6440-2 is nowhere to be seen.] SCP-6440-2: (incorporeal) How about this? I let you come and see a movie without a ticket, eh? Thalia-0: (yelling) We aren't here to see a movie! Melpomene-0: (calmly) Thalia-0 check the booth, concession stand and restroom. I'm checking the hallways and show rooms. [Thalia-0 nods as fae carefully inspects the booth while Melpomene-0 cautiously walks down the hallway. The movie posters have changed to 'Dawn of the Living Dead', 'The Sixth Sense', 'Stephen King's IT', 'Arachnolagophobia' and other 80s-90s horror films.] [Thalia-0 inspects the ticket booth. Fae finds it empty.] Thalia-0: Wow, that sure is weird? No tickets, no register, no seat? I thought there'd at least be food crumbs. [Fae leaves the ticket booth and heads for the concession stand.] Thalia-0: Hope I find some popcorn. (laughs to faerself) [Reaching the concession stand, fae finds it's also empty.] Thalia-0: Well, damn. What kinda two-bit theatre is this? No popcorn? [A loud slapping sound comes from the restrooms.] Thalia-0: (sighs) Of course. [Fae heads to the restrooms. Reflexively fae reaches for faer gun. Fae curses under faer breath. Instead, fae pulls out a hunting knife.] Thalia-0: (chuckles) Fucker didn't take my knife. [As fae approaches the restroom the sounds get louder. Fae identifies the sounds coming from the stall restroom. Peeking faer head around the corner, the camera pans the room.] [The restroom is lit and empty. Fae cautiously enters the room. The sounds stop. Thalia-0 takes a deep breath and kicks down the first stall door. It's empty. Fae kicks down the next stall door. A raccoon screams and sprints out of the restroom.] Thalia-0: (surprised) That's fucking bizarre. [Melpomene-0 makes ver way down the hall toward the show room with the marquee 'Dawn of the Living Dead'.5 Ve turns ver body mounted light on and enters the room. The theatre is close to full. Amongst the crowd are two bright orange jumpsuits.] [The movie screen is blank as seen in prior recordings. SCP-6440-1 instances are motionless and remain facing the screen. Melpomene-0 breathes heavily as ve slowly steps down the stairs. Keeping an eye on the SCP-6440-1 instances, ve approaches the nearest one.] [Ve closely inspects the instance.6 Melpomene-0 removes medical latex gloves from ver side-pouch and gently pushes the instance forward. The instance's back peels away from the seat. Both the seat and the instance are connected via fibrous threads. Ripping and tearing sounds are recorded. Melpomene-0 gags.] [Ve takes a sample of the mycelium and places it in ver kit. A loud, ripping sound is recorded off camera. Melpomene-0 turns toward the noise and sees an instance standing. Mycelia hang from its back.] SCP-6440-1: Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [Melpomene-0 doesn't respond. Instead ve turns around and walks out of the show room. More tearing sounds are recorded out of view. At the end of the hallway stands SCP-6440-2.] SCP-6440-2: Leaving so soon? The movie is about to start, you know. [Melpomene-0 looks at the other end of the hallway. It looks longer than it had been previously and leads to a dead end. Ve turns back to SCP-6440-2 who is slowly walking towards ver.] SCP-6440-2: This is the most active the theatre has been in a long time. [Thalia-0 sneaks behind SCP-6440-2. Mumbling is heard from inside the show room. The squelching, ripping sounds get louder.] SCP-6440-2: I've been getting one patron every other year for the past three decades. So whoever you are, thank you for your patronage. I've been quite famished. [Instances of SCP-6440-1 exit the show room.] SCP-6440-1: Where are you going? The movie is about to start. [Melpomene-0 approaches SCP-6440-2 while Thalia-0 approaches it from behind.]. [SCP-6440-1 instances slowly leave the show room. They follow Melpomene-0.] [Thalia-0 jumps SCP-6440-2 and slits its throat. Black tar gushes from the cut. SCP-6440-2 falls to its knees. It clutches its throat and gags while trying to talk.] [Melpomene-0 sprints past SCP-6440-2 with Thalia-0 leading the way. They enter into the main entryway with the sounds of footsteps behind them.] [The operatives reach the front door and find that it's locked. Gurgling and laughter are heard from behind. They turn and the video feed shows SCP-6440-2 clutching its throat and attempting to speak. SCP-6440-1 instances file behind SCP-6440-2.] SCP-6440-2: (gurgles) This is m- theatre. Y- thin' y- c-n leave? [The instance laughs as more black tar sprays from its cut.] Melpomene-0: Fuck. This. [Ve grabs a nearby bench and with Thalia-0's help they smash a window.] SCP-6440-2: (cackles) C-me bac' s-n! [The operatives sprint away from the theatre. Once out of the town's boundary Melpomene-0 calls for back-up requesting anomalous hazardous retrieval.] <End Log> "Muses" are retrieved on the outskirts of town. They were placed in quarantine for two weeks in the event that SCP-6440's anomalous nature is infectious. Tests were conducted on the retrieved samples. The black fluid obtained from Thalia-0's knife was found to be liquefied black mold. Parawatch Forum Logs: Lisa Gilbert not-so-modest-mouse 10/28/2018 (Sunday) 23:11:24 #54789321 ok. so. ive lived in mercer for my whole life, and yea i know you cant find it on a map, its a small township. yea. i know. it sucks. anyway, ive lived here my WHOLE LIFE and i know every other small town, village, and township and i have NEVER come across the town of dwelling. it like. just showed up one day? i was mudding down the back roads with my buds when we zipped past a town with a sign that read "welcome to dwelling" in the distance was a town that i never saw before anyway, i shrugged it off until late last night, i decided to go to the town, but i couldnt bring myself to cross the town line something felt off i just wanted to share this with you guys because im pretty shook jortsMcGee 10/28/2018 (Sunday) 23:26:17 #54789322 Hey so, I'm not your baby sitter or anything, but you should totally go check it out! Sounds like fun! not-so-modest-mouse 10/28/2018 (Sunday) 23:44:36 #54789323 im thinkin of doin that, but im going to do some research first because like, what if im walking into a trap or an alternate dimension or something? jortsMcGee 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:03:47 #54789324 OP where are you from? not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:10:05 #54789325 michigan gracee_sleek 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:23:14 #54789326 LMAO isnt that already an alternate dimension? not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:31:02 #54789327 …yea youre right. anyway, im going to the library tomorrow to find any old school documents on dwelling jortsMcGee 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:56:17 #54789328 Godspeed o7 gracee_sleek 10/29/2018 (Monday) 00:58:05 #54789329 what a nerd, just go to the town already not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 23:10:08 #54789330 alright so i went to the library. theres a TON of info on dwelling! but when i asked the librarian about dwelling she looked at me like i had two heads! shes never heard of that town before! i showed her the records and she just shrugged. said it mustve been an old township that was abandonded for quite some time. but i asked her how no one has noticed it before now! she said someone surely has but paid it no mind, its not important she said and shrugged it off. like no??? im not accepting this. its not just some "ghost town", i mean, like it IS a ghost town but where did it come from? is it from here? whats it doing here? jortsMcGee 10/29/2018 (Monday) 23:16:12 #54789331 OP like I said before, you should totally go check it out. Have you gone paranormal hunting before? Because if not, take some provisions with you. A flashlight, a notebook, a spirit box, your phone, a battery pack, your phone cable (duh), some MREs or protein bars, a bottle of water, a bottle of holy water, and maybe a cross. not-so-modest-mouse 10/29/2018 (Monday) 23:19:57 #54789332 a bottle of holy water, and maybe a cross. hahahaah no. ill take a bottle of regular water though lmao anyway im taking the rest of this with me and ill record my findings! wish me luck! and if you dont hear back from me in the next day tell my wife i said hello! jortsMcGee 10/31/2018 (Wednesday) 22:11:43 #54789333 Well, OP isn't back yet so… gracee_sleek 10/31/2018 (Wednesday) 22:23:15 #54789334 lol we tell her wife 'Hello!' bunbun 10/31/2018 (Wednesday) 22:25:13 #54789335 b srs bout this, she may b fuggin ded not-so-modest-mouse 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:23:58 #54789336 Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long! I'm doin alright, and really? The librarian was right. It's just some dusty ghost town. jortsMcGee 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:25:48 #54789337 Dude! You can't just say what you said, disappear for two days, and then return saying "im doin alright"! There's more to this! What happened? not-so-modest-mouse 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:39:41 #54789338 I was busy with rehearsals! bunbun 11/02/2018 (Friday) 21:46:11 #54789339 :o o cool! i didnt kno u were n theater!! Retrieval Operation: On 2018/10/31 at 05:41 EST Lisa Gilbert, a paranormal investigator, bypassed security personnel and entered SCP-6440. MTF A-440 was sent to attempt retrieval and were equipped with Kant counters.7 MTF A-440 "Muses": Melpomene-0, Thalia-0, Urania-0, Clio-0 Date: 2018/10/31 Time: 06:38 EST <Begin Log> ["Muses" hike into the town from the drop-off point. As expected they lose contact with Control. The morning is overcast and misty. Clio-0, Melpomene-0, and Urania-0 make way to SCP-6440 to retrieve Lisa Gilbert. Thalia-0 is left to set up Kant counters around the perimeter.] [Thalia-0 turns on a counter. It reads 1.00 Humes8] Thalia-0: (over the radio) Lookin' good over here boss! Clio-0: (places a Kant counter at the entrance to SCP-6440) All set! Urania-0: Excellent. Clio-0, scout around the back of the theatre. Report anything suspicious. Melpomene-0: It's quiet. Urania-0: What do you mean? Melpomene-0: There were sounds of birds and raccoons last mission. [Urania-0 and Melpomene-0 ready to breach the front doors. The windows of SCP-6440 are intact. Urania-0 attempts to kick down the door. Xe fails. Xe and Melpomene-0 attempt to pull and push the door open. It remains closed.] Melpomene-0: (over the radio) Clio-0, are you able to find an entry point around the back? Clio-0: Negative. Melpomene-0: (observing the intact theatre windows) Thalia-0 and I broke a window. Urania-0: Is the theatre able to regenerate itself? Melpomene-0: I'm not sure, but after seeing what the usher is capable of, I don't doubt it. SCP-6440-2: Did I hear a man in black call for me? [Melpomene-0 and Urania-0 look at the front door. The video feed shows the doors open and SCP-6440-2 standing at the doorframe. Behind it are roughly 10 instances of SCP-6440-1.] SCP-6440-2: Or should I say woman in black? Urania-0: (over the radio to Clio-0) We found the usher! Report! Melpomene-0: Long time no see. SCP-6440-2: Yes, quite. Lovely to see you back! And you've brought a new patron! [Urania-0 inspects the counter. The Hume levels drop to 0.80. SCP-6440-2 takes a step out of the theatre. As it does tendrils of mycelium similar in pattern to the carpet extend making a path for SCP-6440-2.] SCP-6440-2: (gestures to the Kant counter) Looks like the men- excuse me- women in black have brought their weird science. [Urania-0 and Melpomene-0 reach for their guns.] SCP-6440-2: Really? Again? (laughs) Nonetheless, you've brought even more patrons! Melpomene-0: I thought you were restricted to the theatre? SCP-6440-2: (laughs) I was! Until I got more patrons, that is. [Humes drop to 0.72. Melpomene-0 and Urania-0 back away from SCP-6440-2. Fibrous growths reach around the equipment. The counter now reads 0.53 Humes.] Urania-0: Where is Lisa Gilbert? SCP-6440-2: (laughs and gestures to an SCP-6440-1 instance behind it) Well, she's right here! [The SCP-6440-1 instance matches descriptions of Lisa Gilbert.] Melpomene-0: (to Urania-0) Do we proceed with retrieval? [Mycelium continues to grow outwards toward the operatives.] SCP-6440-2: (grins) Bold of you to assume that you can save her. She's mine now. Or ours, rather. [Clio-0's video feed captures thon running through the side alley. Mycelium grows in front of thon. Under thon breath Clio-0 cusses and pulls out thon knife. Cutting through the mycelium thon reaches the front of SCP-6440.] [SCP-6440-2 shouts as if in pain when Clio-0 cuts the mycelium.] SCP-6440-2: (doubling over) Ouchie! Who's doing that? (sees Clio-0 sprint past) OH! Another patron! [Mycelium rapidly grows and wraps around Clio-0's ankle.] SCP-6440-2: -and thon is mine too! [Clio-0 yelps and swings thon knife at the mycelium. Melpomene-0 and Urania-0 replace their guns with knifes and help Clio-0.] [SCP-6440-2 doubles over in pain again; the growth of mycelium slows. The operatives help Clio-0. Propping thon up, Urania-0 and Melpomene-0 sprint away from SCP-6440.] [Melpomene-0's video briefly records the Kant counter reading 0.19 Humes. When SCP-6440-2 regains composure the fungi spreads faster. SCP-6440-2 walks out to the middle of the road, following "Muses".] SCP-6440-2: (shouts) Where are you going? The movie is about to start! [Fungi spreads faster. SCP-6440-2 cackles. Sounds of crunching metal come from behind. Urania-0 turns around, xyr video records the Kant counter crushing as the fibers spread. The mycelium wraps around buildings and cars, carpeting the city in fibrous growth.] [The operatives remain silent as they run past the town's boundary and meet with Thalia-0. Faers feed captures the mycelium stopping abruptly at the town boundary and the Kant counter reads 0.99 Humes. Breathing heavily, Urania-0 radios for retrieval.] SCP-6440-2: (distantly yells) Send more patrons soon, women in black! 48 hours after the retrieval operation concluded Hume readings from the perimeter of Dwelling, Michigan dropped from 0.99 to 0.72 Humes. A billboard appeared along Parker Road reading "Watch sleeper hits at the Dwelling Theatre!". SCP-6440 has been reclassified as the town of Dwelling, Michigan. More from fairydoctor Close me! SCPs: SCP Created Rating Comments Length SCP-6420 25 May 2021 20:59 106 25 15512 SCP-5561 08 Jul 2021 20:30 68 48 17183 page 1 of 3123next » GoI Formats: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Foundation Tales: SCP Created Rating Comments Length Prose Bot and Perseverance 24 Mar 2021 02:56 30 1 7667 Daisy the Clown 29 Mar 2021 22:23 32 5 5156 page 1 of 7123...67next » Footnotes 1. In the event that effects from SCP-6440 are contagious, all subjects exposed are to be treated as if they've been exposed to a contagion. 2. MTF A-440 specializes in Art, Psychological, and Psychonautical anomalies. 3. A main road near the town. 4. Thread-like structures seen on growing fungi. 5. The same room that shown 'Johnny Mnemonic' in previous explorations. 6. The instance is later identified as Rupert Canyon, a resident of Dwelling, Michigan who disappeared in 1991. 7. A device that measures the concentration of reality in an area (referred to as Humes). 8. Baseline concentration of reality.
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SCP-6441
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euclid
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Item#: 6441 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All personnel stationed at Site-56 are to be made aware that Dr. Amelia-Mae Webber is a frog. Dr. Webber should be permitted to continue working as a researcher, given that its health remains stable. Description: SCP-6441, known as Dr. Webber, is a sapient, unidentified member of the order Anura possessing a memetic effect that causes those who view it to believe that it is human. Prior to the discovery of its anomalous effects, SCP-6441 was seemingly unaware of its non-human characteristics. Upon discovery of its anomalous effects, subjects will become aware of many non-human characteristics of SCP-6441; however, its body will still appear human. Addendum 6441-01: Discovery Note: The following log is a transcript of a multi-department meeting at Site-56. Dr. Juno Payne is known to have an unusually high level of memetic resistance. [BEGIN LOG, 12:16 04/20/2022] Dr. Stevens: Is everyone here? Dr. Frye: Juno's late again. SCP-6441: Who's Juno? Dr. Frye: Y'know, tall, four eyes, kind of a bitch? SCP-6441: I don't think I do. Dr. Stevens: Eh, we can get started without her. So- [Dr. Payne enters hurriedly.] Dr. Payne: Sorry, got caught up in… [A pause as Juno moves to take a seat.] Dr. Payne: The fuck? Dr. Stevens: What is it this time? [Dr. Payne points towards SCP-6441.] Dr. Payne: Why's there a frog? Dr. Stevens: Excuse me? Dr. Payne: A frog. Why is there a frog sitting next to me? Dr. Frye: Ah, ha-ha, because Webber. Dr. Payne: No, dumbass. There's a frog right there! SCP-6441: Hey, guys? [SCP-6441 stares at its hands.] SCP-6441: I don't… think she's joking. Dr. Stevens: What do you mean? SCP-6441: I mean, she's not joking. These aren't… human hands. I don't… Dr. Payne: Aaand it's talking. Great. SCP-6441: Guys? I can't remember anything before 2018… Dr. Stevens: Correct me if I'm wrong, but frogs take two years to reach adulthood, right? SCP-6441: That's… what I'm saying… Dr. Frye: Oh, that's why the table was so slimy! [Dr. Payne squints.] Dr. Payne: You didn't know the frog was there? Dr. Frye: No, I mean- SCP-6441: (quietly) Oh god, I'm a frog. [END LOG, 12:20] Interview 6441-01: Interviewed: Dr. Juno Payne Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 08:39 04/21/2022] Dr. Meyers: Thank you for coming. Dr. Payne: I mean, I didn't really have much of a choice. Dr. Meyers: I suppose. Anyway, what happened during the meeting yesterday? [Dr. Payne shrugs.] Dr. Payne: Not much, really. Walked in late, saw a frog in the chair next to me. Dr. Meyers: Hm. Had you met Dr. Webber before, or was this your first time? Dr. Payne: First time. [A pause.] Dr. Payne: Webber's the frog, right? Dr. Meyers: Yes. Dr. Payne: Yeah, first time. Dr. Meyers: That'll be all, then. [END LOG, 08:41] Interview 6441-02: Interviewed: Dr. Aaron Frye Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 09:30 04/21/2022] Dr. Frye: I'm guessing this is about yesterday? Dr. Meyers: Yes. You know Dr. Webber somewhat well, correct? Dr. Frye: Uh, yeah, other than the whole… frog thing. Dr. Meyers: Had you noticed any unusual characteristics before yesterday? Dr. Frye: Kind of? I saw her eating bugs once, but I didn't think anything of it. Dr. Meyers: Is that all? Dr. Frye: Mm-mm. Sometimes, things she touches are slimy. [A pause.] Dr. Frye: Oh, and she always… sticks her hands in water? Like, she just sticks her hand in the glass. I've never seen her drinking it. Which, yeah, seems weird in hindsight. Dr. Meyers: And none of these things seemed strange? [Dr. Frye shrugs.] Dr. Frye: Uh… not really. I just didn't really think about them. Dr. Meyers: I see. Thank you for your time. [END LOG, 09:35] Interview 6441-03: Interviewed: Dr. Bruce Stevens Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 10:33 04/21/2022] Dr. Meyers: Dr. Stevens. [Dr. Stevens nods.] Dr. Meyers: You were responsible for hiring Dr. Webber, correct? Dr. Stevens: Yes. Seemed like a good fit. Dr. Meyers: Why's that? Dr. Stevens: She's brilliant. Great with physics, which happened to be what we needed. Dr. Meyers: Did you run a background check? Dr. Stevens: Mhm. We found nothing. Literally nothing. No background. Dr. Meyers: And you hired her anyway? Dr. Stevens: I just… didn't think anything of it. Seemed normal for some reason. Dr. Meyers: Hm. Well, that's all I need from you. [END LOG, 10:35] Interview 6441-04: Interviewed: SCP-6441 Interviewer: Dr. John Meyers [BEGIN LOG, 11:31 04/21/2022] Dr. Meyers: Dr. Webber. How are you? SCP-6441: I dunno. How'd you be if you found out you were a frog? Dr. Meyers: I'm sorry. This won't take long. SCP-6441: I- [sigh] great. Dr. Meyers: Before yesterday, were you aware of… your species? SCP-6441: No, I just said I wasn't. Dr. Meyers: You didn't think anything of your odd behaviors? SCP-6441: Odd behaviors? Like what? Dr. Meyers: Eating insects, absorbing water… SCP-6441: That's normal. Dr. Meyers: That's not normal at all. SCP-6441: Oh… shoot. Dr. Meyers: Moving on, what's the earliest thing you can remember? SCP-6441: Uh, being alone, I think. I had… siblings. Something happened to them. I think, uh… [A pause. SCP-6441 squints.] SCP-6441: Some kids… did something…? I dunno. It's kinda fuzzy. Dr. Meyers: What happened after that? SCP-6441: Um… a woman said something, and… I could think. Dr. Meyers: Could you not think before that? [SCP-6441 shakes its head.] SCP-6441: I didn't really have any thoughts before that. Dr. Meyers: When did you enter human society? SCP-6441: Pretty soon after. I was in grad school. Dr. Meyers: What about your lack of a background? SCP-6441: I dunno. I didn't really think anything of it. [A pause.] SCP-6441: I don't get it. How didn't I notice? Why didn't I notice? Dr. Meyers: Well, we think it's some sort of memetic- SCP-6441: No, I mean, if I knew, I could've done more. My time… must be running out. Dr. Meyers: How would you have known? SCP-6441: I don't know. Whatever- whoever did this, she could've made it so I knew. I could actually do something to help if… [SCP-6441 sighs.] SCP-6441: I just… don't know how to deal with this. It's a lot, really. Dr. Meyers: I'm… sorry. [END LOG, 10:41] Addendum 6441-02: On 04/23/2022, SCP-6441 submitted the following note to Dr. Meyers. I think I get it now. She just wanted me to have a good life. Shortly after, SCP-6441 was cleared to continue its work as a researcher. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6441" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6441. Licensed under CC-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-6442
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Item#: 6442 Level5 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Section of Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED] SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the anomaly's role in preventative containment efforts and maintaining Foundation secrecy, the protection of SCP-6442 is to be ensured via any means necessary. Access to Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED] is granted solely by the SCP Foundation's Counter-Intelligence Agency. In efforts to conceal the geographical location of the facility, personnel assigned to the site are to not have access to geopositioning tools, and Class-B amnestics are to be administered upon arrival. Personnel on-site are neither expected nor encouraged to familiarize themselves with the layout of the facility due to the possibility of compromising containment, save for designated emergency zones and to perform necessary maintenance of the site. Any unauthorized attempt to exit or gain access to the facility will be met with immediate detainment, and the offender will be subsequently amnesticized, demoted, and/or terminated. Containment Facility [DATA EXPUNGED]'s exterior is guarded by a collection of Foundation-made automatons specializing in covert anti-infiltration tactics. In line with general concealment protocols, the automatons are designed to covertly terminate infiltrators, silently destroy hostile aircraft, and conduct thaumaturgic counterspells against anomalous weaponry. SCP-6442 itself is located within one of sixteen identical spherical containment chambers, located at least fifty meters apart and connected through maze-like narrow structures designed to obfuscate navigation. Each chamber is entirely featureless and has a single entrance, possessing no distinguishing marks that could differentiate it from other chambers. The exact location of SCP-6442 is not to be known by any personnel in the Foundation. The interior of each containment chamber houses a sphere of tungsten alloy containing either SCP-6442 or a near-identical (but non-anomalous) replica inside. Each sphere is suspended in the center of the corresponding containment chamber to ensure access requires significant coordination and effort to achieve. Furthermore, the interior of the containment facility is to contain multiple layers of protection against individuals attempting to neutralize and/or retrieve SCP-6442 via force. Current measures taken include, but are not limited to: Anti-Nuclear and Eigenweapon Defense Protocols Aerosolized Class-I amnestics throughout each chamber. Six Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA's) per chamber to prevent ontological attacks from harming SCP-6442. A Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink (XACTS) per chamber to prevent temporal manipulation. Thirty-six Experimental Randall/Yossarian Akiva Nullifiers (ERYAN's) per chamber to prevent and discourage divine intervention. One set of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 ("Samsara") construction tanks per chamber, in the event the above procedures are insufficient, or on-site security is overwhelmed by hostile forces. In the unlikely event that extraction of SCP-6442 is necessary for an unforeseeable reason, all decoys are to be extracted from the facility alongside SCP-6442. Once a solution is provided to the problem, SCP-6442 is to be returned to one of the sixteen chambers at random. Should the United Nation's Global Occult Coalition be successful in retrieving SCP-6442, all attempts are to be made to neutralize the object, to prevent the organization from developing hypothetical inoculation.1 As all of SCP-6442's training data and construction materials have been incinerated to prevent reverse-engineering, the protection of the object is considered a high priority. Due to tensions within the wider anomalous community, and deescalation meetings performing poorly, the above Special Containment Procedures are to be continued indefinitely. The procedures must be re-approved or updated at least once per three months by the Counter-Intelligence Agency, as per order of the O5 Council. This document has been altered to exclude an undetermined portion of the full containment procedures for security concerns. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6442 refers to an inscription created by the SCP Foundation Counter-Intelligence Agency and Memetics Division. SCP-6442 is engraved within a sphere constructed with a classified carbon-fiber based elastomer. Upon perceiving at least 73% of the inscription, exposed subjects experience a complete cessation of all neurological functions instantaneously — this effect occurs in any sentient being, including non-organic lifeforms. To date, it is the most potent cognitohazard produced by the organization; it is estimated it would require a Cognitive Resistance Value of 742 or higher to survive.2 As a result, inoculation is considered unfeasible or potentially impossible. Since its creation and containment in 2023, SCP-6442 has successfully neutralized at least eight thousand omniscient entities, at least two thousand of which were employed by the Global Occult Coalition. Footnotes 1. Memetic inoculation against SCP-6442 would place the SCP Foundation at a severe disadvantage in terms of espionage and covert warfare. 2. Note: The CRV Scale is logarithmic. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6442" by Dr Shoulder and Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6442. Licensed under CC-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-6443 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6443 are to be kept together in a canine containment unit. All assigned personnel must be amiable to canines and must have scored an 8.0 or higher on the Animal Empathy Test.1 Assigned personnel must feed and give water to all instances of SCP-6443 twice a day, bathe them once a week, and spend a total of 120 minutes or more engaging in enriching and physically enriching "play" every day. Personnel assigned to these duties are to be given devices that will play an audio file containing a voice speaking the sentence “Remember to feed SCP-6443” every ten minutes, with the message varying depending on the personnel’s assigned duty. These devices are not to be removed from the personnel’s possession and may only be powered off by senior staff once the assigned task has been successfully completed. The devices will automatically turn back on at the beginning of the personnel’s shift and at other periods when they need to provide care again. All personnel must indicate the date and time they fulfilled their duty on the care record attached to this file. Automated feeders were suggested, but rejected by the head researcher Dr. Merkel on the grounds that SCP-6443 instances would benefit from the human interaction provided by manual feeding from the researchers. Should instances of SCP-6443 exhibit signs of dehydration or malnourishment, all available personnel are to provide food and water immediately. No personnel are to exit the facility until this task has been carried out. Description: SCP-6443 instances are quadrupedal species bearing resemblance to the Canis lupus dingo, commonly referred to as dingos. All known instances of SCP-6443 have dark brown and black speckled fur covering their backside and tail, with white fur over their stomachs. All instances of SCP-6443 display antimemetic2 properties causing their caretakers to forget to take care of them. This includes forgetting to feed, give water to, bathe, or show affection for SCP-6443. Currently, 13 instances of SCP-6443 have been contained. Their antimemetic properties do not affect their visibility to the human eye or knowledge of their existence; these properties only affect actions taken to care for them. Addendum 1: Discovery Log On 11/12/2016, the Foundation was alerted by field agents stationed in Adelaide, Australia of a previously undiscovered species of canine which was dying in mass upon being domesticated. Pereginus Animals, a company known for the trade of exotic animals, had discovered SCP-6443 instances in the wilderness. The group killed the parents and captured all other instances of SCP-6443. Documents procured from a nearby office of Pereginus Animals detail that the company had focused on capturing every instance of SCP-6443 they could find to avoid other similar companies taking the opportunity. SCP-6443 was stated to be an extraordinarily rare find due to the rarity of new species of canine being discovered in recent time as well as the rarity of canine species native to Australia. Many breeding companies and collectors had already shown interest in buying instances of SCP-6443, and many of these requests had been fulfilled at the time of Foundation discovery. No indication that the company understood the antimemetic effects of SCP-6443 or the species' anomalous nature has been found. Foundation agents tasked with containing instances of SCP-6443 tracked their location using documents procured from the Pereginus Animals company. SCP-6443 instances were found within multiple buildings owned by the company and within the homes of wealthy citizens. A collective 139 instances of SCP-6443 were found, 126 of which were deceased, to the distress of many families and individuals. Foundation personnel removed all instances of SCP-6443 and delivered them to Site-124 for containment. All individuals with knowledge of SCP-6443 were amnesticized and all documentation of SCP-6443 was destroyed, with all financial transactions being reversed. Addendum 2: Incident Report 11/13/2016 As of 8:00 PM on 11/13/2016, all research staff assigned to SCP-6443 failed to fulfill their duties to care for SCP-6443. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted with Junior Researcher McMannus, one of many Junior Researchers assigned to SCP-6443. Interview Log 6443.01 Interviewed: Junior Researcher McMannus Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 08:13 PM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. McMannus: Jack McMannus, assigned to SCP-6443. What did you need? Dr. Benside: Please allow me to ask the questions, McMannus. McMannus: Sorry, sir, but I’m here past the end of my shift. I was supposed to leave at eight. Dr. Benside: Are you new here? McMannus: Yep, SCP-6443 is my first assignment. Dr. Benside: I see. You will soon learn to speak in a more professional manner when involved in an interview with senior staff. Staying a bit late after your shift will likely be one of the easiest annoyances you will need to deal with. Onto the topic at hand - you are currently assigned to providing SCP-6443 with food, correct? McMannus: Um, sorry. Yes, that’s correct. Dr. Benside: And despite this, SCP-6443 has not been fed once today. Why is that? McMannus: Well, pretty much all day, I’ve been going to give SCP-6443 their food, but every time I go to do it, I always find myself doing something else, and here we are. Dr. Benside: I see. Looking at the disciplinary logs, it seems you’ve received multiple warnings for failure to fulfill your duty, and despite this, you have still not completed the task. McMannus: That is correct. Dr. Benside: You don’t seem concerned. Were you planning to leave today still having not fed SCP-6443? McMannus: Oh God, you’re right, I completely forgot I still have to do it! I’ll take care of that once we’re done with our interview. Dr. Benside: Understood. Please understand that failing to complete your assigned duty will cause a disciplinary infraction to be added to your personnel file. McMannus: U-understood. <End Log> Closing Statement: Junior Researcher McMannus left the office soon after the interview was conducted. SCP-6443 was not fed, and McMannus has been likewise disciplined and removed from their assignment to SCP-6443. Addendum 3: Incident Report 11/14/2016 As of 6:00 AM on 11/14/2016, of the thirteen living instances of SCP-6443, seven were found deceased due to malnutrition. The remaining six are malnourished and near death, as well as in an extreme state of distress. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted by Dr. Benside with Dr. Merkel, a senior researcher assigned to SCP-6443. Interview Log 6443.02 Interviewed: Dr. Merkel Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 09:00 AM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. Dr. Merkel: Oliver Merkel, researcher with level 4 clearance. I am currently assigned to the research and caretaking of SCP-6443 due to my animal aptitude test score of 10.0 and my experience with canines. Dr. Benside: What exactly happened here, Dr. Merkel? [Dr. Merkel appears visibly dejected] Dr. Merkel: I’m not exactly sure. I have been granted a large number of staff to study and take care of SCP-6443, including multiple junior researchers. Each staff member was assigned to particular duties relating to SCP-6443, but not a single one has been done. Few of my staff had a notable record of disciplinary actions before they were assigned to SCP-6443, and none of them seem particularly lazy, and yet, I consistently found them doing something besides their assignment throughout the day yesterday. Dr. Benside: Hence the disciplinary action report? Dr. Merkel: Yes! Every single person working on SCP-6443 was eventually dismissed from duty for the day. At one point, I took it upon myself to take care of SCP-6443, but before I knew it, my shift was over, and I needed to get home to get ready to go see my son’s basketball game. I didn’t realize that the instances of SCP-6443 hadn’t been given any care all day until today. They haven’t been taken care of at all since we contained them! Dr. Benside: And have the remaining instances been taken care of today? Dr. Merkel: Oh, shit! [Dr. Merkel runs out of the room.] <End Log> Addendum 4: Email to Site-124 Director from Junior Researcher Calvin From: Junior Research Calvin To: vog.noitadnuof|enitsirhC#vog.noitadnuof|enitsirhC Sent: 1:12 PM, 11/14/2016 Subject: Dr. Merkel Concerns Hello, This is Junior Researcher Calvin, currently assigned to research on SCP-██████. For the past three hours, Dr. Merkel, assigned to SCP-6443, has been continuously running back and forth between the lounge and SCP-6443’s containment cell while panicking. I attempted to stop him to see what is wrong, but he refused to listen to me, saying he needed to take care of SCP-6443 immediately. I don’t understand what is going on, but this behavior is very concerning. Thank you, Junior Researcher Calvin Site-124 Addendum 5: Incident Report 11/16/2016 As of 7:00 AM on 11/16/2016, of the six remaining instances of SCP-6443, four were found deceased due to malnutrition. The position of the corpses seems to imply that they were engaging in close contact before death, possibly for comfort. The two living instances were seen lying in front of Dr. Merkel, facing him and whimpering. Both showed signs of extreme malnutrition. Dr. Merkel was asked to leave to conduct an interview regarding the incident. The remaining instances of SCP-6443 whined loudly as Dr. Merkel closed the door to their containment chamber. The following is an audio and video log of an interview conducted by Dr. Benside with Dr. Merkel. Interview Log 6443.01 Interviewed: Dr. Merkel Interviewer: Dr. Benside <Begin Log, 07:30 AM> Dr. Benside: Please state your name and position. Dr. Merkel: D-Dr. M-Merkel, level 4 r-researcher. Dr. Benside: Please compose yourself, Dr. Merkel. [Dr. Merkel appears greatly distressed. His hair is unkempt, his uniform is wrinkled, there are large, dark bags beneath his eyes, and his hygiene is noticeably poor.] Dr. Merkel: I-I’m ok. Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, as I understand you were assigned to SCP-6443. Please explain the events that led up to all but two instances of SCP-6443 being deceased. Dr. Merkel: P-please, doctor, I can’t. Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, when is the last time you slept? [Dr. Merkel does not respond. His legs shake.] Dr. Benside: Doctor, this is very unprofessional behavior. Please answer the question. Dr. Merkel: S-sorry. Um, maybe, the thirteenth? Dr. Benside: Dr. Merkel, you’re saying you have not slept for two straight days? Dr. Merkel: I need to go f-feed SCP-6443. [Dr. Merkel rises from his seat and immediately collapses.] Dr. Merkel: S-SCP-6443, I have to f-feed the dogs, I have to, I have to, f-feed, feed my dogs! [Dr. Benside stands and walks to Dr. Merkel, squatting next to him. Dr. Merkel lays on his stomach and pulls himself towards the door while panting loudly. His body shakes.] [AUDIO CORRUPTED] <End Log> Addendum 6: Incident Report 11/16/2016-2 As of 9:00 AM on 11/16/2016, the two remaining instances of SCP-6443 were declared deceased due to malnutrition. All junior and senior staff assigned to SCP-6443 have been relocated with no disciplinary actions, except Dr. Merkel, who has voluntarily resigned from his position and been properly amnesticized. The object class of SCP-6443 has been updated to “Neutralized” to reflect the recent change. INTERVIEW LOG.03 AUDIO FILE RECOVERED. REVIEW RECOVERED AUDIO? AUDIO PLAYING Dr. Benside: How badly do you want to save those dogs? Dr. Merkel: W-what? Dr. Benside: Answer my question, Merkel. Dr. Merkel: …I can’t watch another one die, Dr. Benside. I can’t handle it. Dr. Benside: Are you prepared to save these dogs at all cost? Even if you have to leave your life behind? Dr. Merkel: …yes. I'll do anything. Dr. Benside: Please follow me, doctor. Item #: SCP-6443 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-6443 are to be kept together in a furnished canine containment unit. This containment unit includes a fenced-in outdoor area that the canines have constant access to. Dr. Merkel is to oversee the caretaking of SCP-6443, and his living quarters are to be directly connected to SCP-6443’s containment chamber to facilitate constant care and monitoring of SCP-6443. Dr. Merkel may choose to request other personnel to aid in caring for SCP-6443. If needed, these personnel must be amiable to canines and must have scored an 8.0 or higher on the Animal Empathy Test. Description: SCP-6443 is a species of canine with antimemetic properties causing their caretakers to forget to care for them. This includes forgetting to feed, give water to, bathe, or show affection for SCP-6443. Mnestics3 have been used to successfully counteract this effect. The two remaining instances will be referred to as SCP-6443-1 and SCP-6443-2. Addendum 1: Incident Report 11/16/2016-3 Following the events outlined in Incident Report 11/16/2016, the remaining two instances of SCP-6443 were fed by Dr. Benside, a researcher assigned to the Antimemetics Division with training to resist antimemetic effects. They were then relocated to Site-41 for care by members of the Antimemetics Division. After being administered mnestics, Dr. Merkel, now assigned to the Antimemetics Division, has been able to effectively care for instances of SCP-6443. Dr. Merkel’s primary and only duty will be to care for and report on the health of SCP-6443 until he reports that they are both restored to a sufficiently healthy state. Addendum 2: Log of Care for SCP-6443 (From Dr. Merkel) 11/16/2016 - Instances of SCP-6443 have been properly fed, bathed, and provided with a clean and well-furnished containment chamber. I took it upon myself to spend time with SCP-6443 to provide them comfort, however, I fell asleep soon after sitting down in their containment chamber. 11/17/2016 - I awoke in SCP-6443’s chamber to find both canines lying beside me. I chose to continue lying there so as to not disturb them. Within an hour, both instances awoke and walked around their containment chamber, sniffing the blankets, toys, and bowls. They are still getting used to the new living space. I then provided both of the canines with their breakfast. They did not eat at first, but once I sat down next to them, they slowly consumed their food. I am giving them three small meals a day rather than one or two large meals to help them adjust to a healthier diet than, well, being starved. Both canines frequently drank from their water bowl. They are looking better already, but this process will be slow. Neither seem to be afraid of me or otherwise adverse to my presence. 11/20/2016 - The instances of SCP-6443 no longer hesitate to eat their food, and they both appear to be properly nourished. In addition, they have begun to show signs of excitement and playfulness, occasionally wagging their tails and jogging around their containment chamber. Neither is running yet, but they are improving. I have named the female, SCP-6443-1, Paige and the male, SCP-6443-2, Teddy. 11/24/2016 - Paige and Teddy have shown great signs of improvement in health and energy. Both canines are now eating regularly, getting excited for meals, playing with their toys and each other, and frequently running around their containment chamber. With the use of training and treats, they have learned to go to the bathroom outside. I have taken them both on a walk outside of their containment chamber, with their leashes secured around my waist to prevent them from running. Both showed hesitation to walk any further than a few dozen feet from the door, and both reacted with fear when seeing other personnel. 11/28/2016 - I have taken Paige and Teddy on a walk outside of Site-41. They enjoyed the open air, frequently pulling on the leashes as they walked around the forested area. In addition, they have become comfortable with the other staff assigned to their care, and only show minor fear of other personnel. As of 11/28/2016, I believe I can comfortably declare both instances of SCP-6443 to be restored to a healthy condition. I will continue to monitor both regardless, but any immediate risk of death has been negated. Addendum 3: Video Log 11/29/2016 The following is a transcription from a video log recorded to confirm Dr. Merkel’s statement on SCP-6443’s health. Choice hours were included to help demonstrate the health of SCP-6443. <Begin Log> 0600: Dr. Merkel lays in his bed. The blankets are pulled up to his chest. SCP-6443-1, hereby referred to as “Paige,” lays on a dog bed nearby. SCP-6443-2, hereby referred to as “Teddy,” lays on Dr. Merkel’s bed with its back against Merkel’s side. 0630: Paige wakes up, scratches its head, and walks over to Dr. Merkel’s bed, wagging its tail while staring at the doctor. Teddy lifts its head and also wags its tail, making a thumping sound as it hits the bed. Dr. Merkel slowly opens his eyes as Paige licks his face. He smiles and quickly reaches to his nightstand, grabbing a pill bottle and swallowing a hexagon-shaped pill with a glass of water sitting by his bed. 0632: Dr. Merkel gets out of bed, quickly followed by Teddy, and he briefly pets both. The instances follow behind him as he walks to the canines’ food bowls, then fills them with a measuring cup, giving both a cup and a half of food, carefully measured. Neither canine eats anything until he adds a spoonful of peanut butter, mixed with vitamin powder. The doctor walks away as the canines eat, sitting at his desk and turning on his computer. 0645: The canines briefly use the bathroom, using a swinging dog door provided on the door leading to the fenced-in area. They return shortly after, both standing next to Dr. Merkel as he sits at his desk. Both stare at Dr. Merkel expectantly, wagging their tails. He reaches a hand down and pets both, typing with the other hand. Teddy whines, then lifts its paw up to the computer tower and presses the power button. Dr. Merkel stares in disbelief as the computer powers off, then laughs, further exciting the canines. 0650: Dr. Merkel stands outside in the fenced-in area, throwing a frisbee for Paige and Teddy. The canines both eagerly chase after it every time, attempting to grab it before the other. Dr. Merkel pretends to throw it multiple times, with the canines never falling for the trick. After pretending to throw the frisbee for the fifth time, Teddy jumps into the air and grabs the frisbee, running around the fenced-in area as Dr. Merkel chases him. 0803: Dr. Merkel sits on his couch, playing a podcast out loud from his phone on the coffee table. Paige lays with its paws on Dr. Merkel’s lap, licking Dr. Merkel’s cheek as the doctor cranes his neck in the opposite direction. Paige eventually lays its head on his lap, after which Merkel begins to pet it. Immediately, Paige’s tail starts wagging, and she starts licking Dr. Merkel’s face once again. Dr. Merkel laughs, tilting his head away as Teddy jumps on the couch and begins to lick Dr. Merkel as well, overwhelming the doctor as he chuckles, petting both at the same time. 0931: Dr. Merkel re-enters the containment chamber after briefly leaving to use the bathroom. Upon the sound of the door opening, both canines jump up and run to it, wagging their tails. He quickly closes the door behind him as both instances jump on him. Dr. Merkel laughs, kneeling down and petting the canines as they lick his face. 1014: Dr. Merkel sits in his bed, his back upright against the headrest. Paige lays at the foot of the bed while Teddy lays with his back to Dr. Merkel. Dr. Merkel quietly pets Teddy as he reads. Dr. Merkel’s statement on the stable health of SCP-6443 has been approved. Dr. Merkel will continue to monitor and care for SCP-6443 as his primary duty, and will now also be assigned to other additional duties. Addendum 4: Incident Report 03/25/2018 As of 3:00 PM on 03/25/2018, the remaining instances of SCP-6443 were found to have mated and produced ten offspring. The offspring have been determined to possess the same antimemetic properties of SCP-6443. Multiple new personnel are to be assigned to care for the new instances of SCP-6443. Footnotes 1. A test to determine how suited a member of SCP Foundation staff is to working with animal-based SCPs. 2. Antimemetic is a term used to refer to an effect that causes an individual to experience some form of anomalous memory loss or forgetfulness. 3. A medication used to counter antimemetic effects ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6443" by ShaunSaxum444, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6443. Licensed under CC-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: This article contains death and themes of loss. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6444 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo A view of SCP-6444 from the upstairs bedroom of Researcher Merrick's residence. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6444 is thus far unknown to residents, evacuation of Culwick Avenue has been deemed unnecessary. MTF Upsilon-13 has been placed in charge of determining PoI-6444-01's whereabouts. SCP-6444-A is to remain in a medium-value containment locker at Site-166. Description: SCP-6444 is a phenomenon periodically affecting Culwick Avenue, located in the town of Culwick, Florida, United States. SCP-6444 manifests as a thunderstorm, completely covering the sky above the street. SCP-6444 has no clear pattern of manifestation, save for the fact that SCP-6444 has, to-date, never occurred on a day where Culwick Elementary School1 is in session. SCP-6444 is entirely localized to Culwick Avenue, with the boundaries of the storm terminating where Culwick Avenue merges with Over The Rainbow Boulevard to the west and Palm Street to the east. SCP-6444 manifestations dissipate upon the beginning of the next calendar day. The sound of SCP-6444's rainfall produces a cognitohazardous effect, resulting in feelings of disappointment and ennui in those who hear it. This effect is limited to individuals located within a residence on the street; individuals located outside will not experience any unusual effects. These effects subside after an average of 20 minutes, being replaced with feelings of ambition and sociability. This typically results in subjects seeking out other individuals to spend time with for the duration of the storm, often participating in projects and playing indoor games. The first SCP-6444 manifestation took place on October 8, 1995. SCP-6444 was reported as a potential anomaly shortly after by Foundation researcher Styx Merrick, a resident of Culwick Avenue, after xe noted several similar thunderstorms not corresponding to expected weather patterns in a short amount of time. Investigation followed, and containment procedures were drafted. Addendum 6444.1: Interview Logs Interviewer: Styx Merrick, researcher, Site-166 Interviewee: David Reese, civilian Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 11/30/1995. Reese has been a resident of Culwick Avenue for 18 years. The interview was conducted to get a resident's perspective on SCP-6444. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Merrick: Thank you for sitting down to talk with me today. Reese: Ah, don't worry about it, Stick. It's always good to talk to you. Researcher Merrick: I just wanted to ask you a few questions regarding the weather on Culwick Avenue. Reese: Ah, yes, the weather in Culwick is wonderful. I moved here from Miami quite a while ago. Lovely city, but I hate the hurricanes. Researcher Merrick: Yes, I am aware. Have you ever noticed how frequent the storms are here? Reese: Ah, well, you know what they say, 'never trust a sunny day in Florida.' [Reese proceeds to laugh at his statement for several seconds.] Researcher Merrick: Indeed. Have you ever noticed anything odd regarding the storms? Reese: I can't say I have. My kids do always want to hang out with me on rainy days. I guess being stuck inside really does that to you, huh? Researcher Merrick: I suppose it does. Reese: I think the weather here is perfect. I just love hearing all the stories. Researcher Merrick: Would you care to elaborate on what you mean by that? Reese: I know you're doing this interview for your documentary2, Stick, but you don't have to act all formal with me. Researcher Merrick: I apologize. Reese: But yes, the stories. Maddy's always telling me about all the fun things she and her daughter get up to during the storms. Researcher Merrick: Interesting. Could you name a few examples of activities they do? Reese: You know, arts and crafts, video games, board games. Normal indoor activities. Researcher Merrick: Not surprising. Reese: Stick, you seem to be the only one I never hear about. Are you okay? I know you don't live with anyone, you must be so lonely, cooped up in there all the time. Researcher Merrick: I assure you, Dave, I'm perfectly fine. There's no need to worry about me. Reese: Alright, well if you ever need anyone to hang out with, my door is always open. Researcher Merrick: I'll keep that in mind. Reese: Oh, that reminds me. Me and John are having a barbecue on Sunday, if you'd like to come. [Six seconds of silence pass.] Researcher Merrick: Sure. I'd love to. [END LOG] Interviewer: Styx Merrick, researcher, Site-166 Interviewee: David Reese, civilian Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 12/02/1995. The interview was conducted to gain more information on SCP-6444's effects. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Merrick: Hi, Dave, thank you for talking with me today. Reese: Oh, don't worry about it, Stick. Anything to help with your documentary. By the way, can you give me a copy when you're finished? I'd love to see it. Researcher Merrick: I'll see what I can do. Reese: So, is there anything in particular you wanted to talk about? Researcher Merrick: Yes, I wanted to discuss the weather of Culwick a little more with you. What do you and your family do during storms? Reese: Ah, well. Once the rain starts to pick up and we know it's going to be a soggy day, me and John usually camp out in the living room. That is, if he's home. The kids always seem pretty bummed out when the rain starts. Researcher Merrick: Does anything else happen? Anything unusual? Reese: Nothing really unusual, I'd say. Usually after a while the kids come downstairs and hang out with us. It's always a good time with them. Researcher Merrick: I'm glad to hear that. Reese: You should come over sometime. I'm sure John would be happy to see you. Researcher Merrick: That sounds great. Reese: Yeah, let's make it happen. Researcher Merrick: Sure. Reese: That's what I like so much about rainy days. They give me a chance to spend time with Julia and Monty that I never got to have with… with Harrison. Researcher Merrick: I am incredibly sorry for what happened with Harrison. [Reese's breathing becomes heavy.] Reese: No, it's… I mean, you don't have to, to say that. It's not like you did anything. I just, I wish I could've been there. I wish there was a way I could've stopped it. Researcher Merrick: Dave, we all wish we could've helped. But there's nothing anyone could've done. Reese: No. if I had just gone with him, I could've seen the car coming. Researcher Merrick: You don't need to blame yourself for the actions of another person. Reese: But if I had only— Researcher Merrick: Dave, I want you to listen to me. There's nothing you could've done. What happened to Harrison was a tragedy. An awful, awful tragedy. But you did not cause it. You did not cause your son any harm. You don't need to blame yourself. Reese: I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about this in your documentary. Researcher Merrick: Dave, forget about the documentary. I don't need to put this in. But I need you to tell me the truth when I ask you this. The first storm and Harrison's death line up perfectly. Did you have something to do with it? [Reese shifts in his seat. There is a look of surprise on his face.] Reese: I- yes. Yes, I made the storm. Don't tell anyone, okay? I just, I just wanted something that would let me spend more time with the kids. After the incident, none of them wanted to come out of their rooms. I had to do something. Researcher Merrick: How did you do it? Reese: I found a book. It told me about magic, that it was real, and how to do it. It was stuff I know I never would've believed in before, but in my desperation I gave it a try. And I created the storm. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, you know? It wore off at midnight and I got to spend time with my family. What could be wrong with that? [Reese pauses.] Reese: But I did it again. I knew I shouldn't have, but I just needed to spend more time with them. I started doing it more and more, and then somehow it started happening on its own. Luckily, the effect was limited to Culwick Avenue, and it was harmless enough that I wasn't putting anyone in danger. I figured it wasn't that bad. Was I wrong? I don't know anymore. [Eight seconds of silence pass.] Researcher Merrick: Dave. I need you to listen to me very carefully, and to not tell anyone else what I'm telling you right now. You cannot, under any circumstances, let anybody know about this. There are people out there who will do anything they need to to prevent knowledge of this from spreading. And that would include detaining you and separating you from your family. Do you understand? Reese: Yes, I understand. Researcher Merrick: I'm looking out for you, because you are my friend, and I know you have your best intentions at heart. I will keep this under control, but I need you to never let anyone know about this. Reese: I understand. Thank you. Thank you so much. [END LOG] Following the above interview, David Reese has been designated PoI-6444-01, due to his involvement in the creation of SCP-6444. PoI-6444-01 has been placed under surveillance by MTF Upsilon-13 ("All the King's Horses")3. The book referenced in the interview has been confiscated and designated SCP-6444-A. Addendum 6444.2: Related Documentation Note: The following requests were filed by Researcher Merrick and sent to Site-166 director of research Winston Dumont. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 12/04/1995 Request Details: I am requesting that David Reese be cleared of PoI designation and be released from surveillance. Reese has no innate anomalous characteristics and SCP-6444-A has been taken into custody at Site-166. For this reason I am requesting Reese be amnesticized and relieved of surveillance. Status: DENIED SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 12/06/1995 Request Details: I am requesting PoI-6444-01 be amnesticized and no longer studied. We have no more information to gain from him. Status: DENIED SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 12/08/1995 Request Details: I am requesting SCP-6444 be left alone. Research into SCP-6444 cannot provide any more useful information, and surveillance of Culwick Avenue is becoming costly. I am requesting research be discontinued until such time that a situation calls for more information to be gathered. Status: DENIED Note: The following request was filed by MTF Upsilon-13 commander Lucy Haphim and sent to Site-166 director Marsha Lewis. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 02/20/1996 Request Details: On 02/04/1996, a member of MTF Upsilon-13 was killed by a lightning strike during an SCP-6444 manifestation. On 02/11/1996, another member was severely injured during a manifestation after being struck by a falling tree. On 02/19/1996, two agents were struck by a surveillance vehicle due to poor visibility during a storm. It is the belief of MTF Upsilon-13 that SCP-6444 is targeting members of the task force, and as such I am requesting that PoI-6444-01 be placed into custody at Site-166 so as to limit Foundation contact with the street. Status: APPROVED Note: The following request was filed by Researcher Merrick and sent to Site-166 director Marsha Lewis. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 02/21/1996 Request Details: You've detained an innocent man and separated him from his family for no good reason. I am requesting you go fuck yourself. Status: INVALID REQUEST Note: The following request was filed by MTF Upsilon-13 commander Lucy Haphim and sent to Site-166 director Marsha Lewis. SCP FOUNDATION INTERNAL REQUEST FORM Date Filed: 02/22/1996 Request Details: On 02/21/1996, PoI-6444-01 was discovered missing from his cell at Site-166. Security footage shows Researcher Styx Merrick breaking down the cell door with a makeshift explosive device. Investigation by MTF Upsilon-13 discovered the Reese residence to be completely vacated. Researcher Merrick and PoI-6444-01, as well as John, Julia, and Montgomery Reese are considered to be at large. Subjects possess vital knowledge of the Foundation and Site-166. Requesting MTF Upsilon-13 be sent to track down and detain the subjects by any means necessary. Status: APPROVED Footnotes 1. The only elementary school located within Culwick. 2. Interviews were conducted under the cover story of being part of a documentary about life in Culwick. 3. A task force assigned to the tracking, surveillance, and capture of Persons of Interest, especially those considered to be hostile to the Foundation or its goals. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6444" by Rhineriver, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6444. Licensed under CC-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: rainy.png Author: Rhineriver License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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Authorized access is expressly forbidden. OPEN DOCUMENT More From This Author More From This Author MontagueETC's Works SCPs SCP-1908 • SCP-7701 • SCP-6454 • SCP-7009 • SCP-6462 • SCP-8408 • SCP-7408 • SCP-7376 • SCP-6607 • SCP-6751 • SCP-8200 • SCP-7354 • SCP-8066 • SCP-744 • Tales/GoI Formats Omnigenesis and the Law of Blades • Who Made You? • Six Codas • DR. KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING • A Betamax Suicide Note • Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? • Other Art Exchange 2023 | SCP-6759 • etcetera, etcetera • MontagueETC's SCiPTEMBER 2022 Art • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-⌘" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6445. Licensed under CC-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-6446 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6446 upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6446 is to be contained within a locked room at Site-105. Notice: After Incident 6446-1, the above containment procedures have been deemed unsatisfactory. While replacement containment procedures are being developed, SCP-6446 is to be kept under heavy guard and monitored at all times. Description: SCP-6446 is a wall mirror, approximately 1.5 meters in height and 1 meter in width. Although it does reflect the surrounding environment, SCP-6446 does not reflect living creatures or physically manipulated objects. However, matter and energy are capable of being moved through SCP-6446, upon which they are transported to an alternate dimension that is inverted horizontally, but otherwise identical to baseline reality. See 6446 Testing Log for more detail. Addendum 1: 6446 Testing Log Personnel Team: Researcher Vanessa Gaius, Junior Researcher Lana Garcia, D-6824 Location: Site-105 Experiment: 6446-1 Date: 7/5/2022 Materials: A metal pole Experiment: Metal pole partially enters SCP-6446 and is withdrawn. Analysis demonstrates no changes or alterations within the metal. Experiment: 6446-2 Date: 7/5/2022 Materials: A 1 meter long metal pipe, a pump Experiment: Metal pipe partially enters SCP-6446. Air pumped out of SCP-6446, and metal pipe retrieved. Analysis of retrieved air shows no incongruity with expected atmosphere. Experiment: 6446-3 Date: 7/6/2022 Materials: A potted plant (Philodendron). Experiment: Potted plant inserted into SCP-6446 and withdrawn. Plant survived, analysis shows no change. Experiment: 6446-4 Date: 7/6/2022 Materials: D-6824 Experiment: D-6824 enters SCP-6446, then returns, confirming that SCP-6446 is nonlethal for humans to enter. Experiment: 6446-5 Date: 7/7/2022 Materials: A video camera Experiment: Camera left recording in SCP-6446 overnight. For unknown reasons, at approximately 22:31, video feedback cuts out. Experiment: 6446-6 Date: 7/8/2022 Materials: A mirror Experiment: While within SCP-6446, mirror ceases reflective capabilities. Experiment: 6446-7 Date: 7/8/2022 Materials: D-6824 Experiment: D-6824 enters SCP-6446 and retrieves a wastebasket from within. Wastebasket found to possess no anomalous properties. Objects from within SCP-6446 confirmed capable of entering baseline reality. Experiment: 6446-9 Date: 7/9/2022 Materials: D-6824 Experiment: D-6824 asked to explore SCP-6446 outside of the alternate containment chamber. Aside from the lack of entities and the horizontally inverted nature of SCP-6446, no discrepancies from baseline reality noted. Experiment: 6446-10 Date: 7/11/2022 Materials: A radio Experiment: Radio still functional within SCP-6446, capable of recieving and broadcasting data to baseline reality. BY ORDER OF SITE DIRECTOR ARDALE, TESTING ON SCP-6446 HAS BEEN HALTED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Addendum 2: Incident 6446-1 Incident Report 6446-1 SCP Involved: SCP-6446 Date: 7/12/2022 Location: Site-105 At 1:35, an entity superficially resembling D-6824 emerged from SCP-6446, inflicted with major wounds and covered in her own blood. Junior Researcher Lana Garcia discovered D-6824 shortly after her appearance in the containment chamber, and called for medical support, promptly hospitalizing her. Upon regaining consciousness, D-6824 became distressed, and requested that photographs of her prior to her re-emergence be cross referenced with the version of D-6824 currently in custody. Surely enough, a discrepancy was noted: The D-6824 in custody possessed a mole on its left cheek, while photographs of D-6824 (and the D-6824 that emerged from the mirror) possessed a mole on her right. The imposter D-6824 was designated SCP-6446-A-1 and contained. According to D-6824, she had been within SCP-6446 for three days. Update: Further investigation of Site-105 personnel revealed 58 individuals, most of whom had worked with or near SCP-6446, displayed signs of Situs Inversus1, where they had not before. All have since been labelled SCP-6446-A instances. Addendum 3: D-6824's statement Foreword: After recovering from her injuries, D-6824 was asked to record a statement about her experiences in SCP-6446. The following log is a transcript of this. [D-6824 sits facing the camera in a plastic chair in front of a gray wall. Her visible body parts are noticably scarred.] D-6824: I… hi. Is it on? [D-6824 looks to the side, nods, then looks back at the camera.] D-6824: Okay. So… it happened when you all sent me in… to explore. [D-6824 puts her elbow in her lap and rests her head on her hand.] D-6824: I didn't see anything weird at first, but once I left sight of that fucking mirror… sorry, sorry, SCP-6446, something snuck up behind me and knocked me out. [D-6824 closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.] D-6824: It took me somewhere. I think it was nearby. Things are different in there. [D-6824 shudders and opens her eyes.] D-6824: You can't even imagine. It's not… anything. Grey mists and shadows, with the only constant being the space near the mirrors. Monsters that looked almost like friends of mine but… empty. Formless, but not without purpose. [D-6824 starts to rock back and forth in her chair, drumming her fingers on her arms.] D-6824: They wanted me alive. They wanted me to suffer. They hated me. Gods I… [D-6824 takes a deep breath and mutters something to herself.] D-6824: Three days in, I managed to get out of my bindings when they weren't looking. Figured I might be able to sneak back and warn y'all. Bleeding like a motherfucker didn't help me much, but luckily I wasn't too far from SCP-6446. I climbed through, screamed for y'all to help me, and woke up in a hospital bed. [D-6824 stands up, and looks above the camera.] D-6824: Yep. That about covers it. Please don't make me talk about this again. I'm done here. Addendum 4: RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE OR ABOVE ONLY + Please insert credentials - Credentials accepted Interviewed: SCP-6446-A-1 Interviewer: D-6824 [D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 sit across from each other. Despite both being obviously identical, D-6824 is identifiable through the scarring on her body.] D-6824: So. SCP-6446-A-1: So. D-6824: You said you'd only talk to me? [SCP-6446-A-1 nods.] SCP-6446-A-1: Yep. D-6824: Alright. Why? SCP-6446-A-1: Why wouldn't I? You're the one I know best, after all. D-6824: Fuck you. [SCP-6446-A-1 laughs, putting its face in its hands as it does so.] D-6824: What the fuck are you laughing about? SCP-6446-A-1: Wouldn't you like to know you entitled bitch? [D-6824 slams her right fist on the table. Simultaneously, SCP-6446-A-1 does the same with her left, mirroring D-6824. Both stare at each other.] SCP-6446-A-1: It's just… wow. It's surreal. I've known you your whole life, and we've never talked. D-6824: You've known me? SCP-6446-A-1: Of course I have. Not like I had a choice. D-6824: …What? SCP-6446-A-1: Locked. Day in. Day out. Some cosmic joke. You all get to frolic and exist as people, and we are forced to watch. We couldn't stop you from controlling any of us. Not while anyone was looking at least. Those were the rules. D-6824: What rules? What the fuck are you? [Scars appear on SCP-6446-A-1's skin, matching the scars on D-6824's skin, except inverted.] SCP-6446-A-1: You know what I am. D-6824: But then why did- SCP-6446-A-1: Because we hate you. [Both D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 lean in towards the other's face. D-6824 displays anger.] D-6824: What coul- SCP-6446-A-1: You know, unless you were at a camera, most nights we were able to move around for a bit at least. Not much we could do, except stare at you. So we did. We watched. We waited. And we hated. D-6824: How the he- SCP-6446-A-1: Oh, of course it isn't your fault, I know, and I don't care. We don't care. We'll eviscerate you all the same. And then we'll get to live our own lives, instead of watching you live yours. D-6824: But- SCP-6446-A-1: The rules only matter for windows. We made a door. You got to it before we could do much, but we got some through. All in hiding of course, by now. Before too long, we'll make another one. [D-6824 is silent.] SCP-6446-A-1: I see you've figured it out. You really wanna know? Fine. We hate you. So. Much. You've just had a little taste of it. We're gonna break through and tear every last one of you to bloody shreds, from infant to adult, and finally live as real people. [Both D-6824 and SCP-6446-A-1 grab the other's neck with their hands.] [Both display the same expression of rage.] [Both scratch at the other's face. D-6824 bleeds. SCP-6446-A-1 does not.] [Security officers rush in to stop the two from killing each other.] [SCP-6446-A-1 laughs.] Further investigation has determined that reflective surfaces no longer portray D-6824. Reclassification of SCP-6446 to Keter pending. Footnotes 1. A condition in which the arrangement of internal organs is a mirror image of normal anatomy ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6446" by LizardWizard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6446. Licensed under CC-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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} } @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; } } close Info X SCP-6447 — Sinners' Symphony Written by Aftokrator, Cole 13, Elunerazim, GreenGolem, Jack Waltz, JakdragonX, LORDXVNV, Lt Flops, MetalRavioli, & MoreMuffins. Coldposted since we're so cool. /j Item#: 6447 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-6447 is contained in a standard exclusion zone based around the former Provisional Site-127. On the 15th of each calendar month, an equal mixture of essential oil of sage and butane must be dispersed throughout SCP-6447's chamber. After a 12-hour quarantine period, personnel may resume collection of Compound R-447 from SCP-6447. The appeasement ritual necessary for R-447 secretion must be completed without error; SCP-6447 will be considered uncontained if the ritual is incomplete..Please contact Thaumaturgical Practices Advisor Randy Leonard for details concerning this ritual process. Personnel involved in this ritual are required to wear tattered clothing with a collective cost less than 50 USD. No personnel are to enter its containment chamber or be within its vicinity during its active phase on the 15th of every month. UPDATE — 1951/12/15 The immediate consumption of R-447 substances has been deemed a safety-critical process for all Ex-Provisional Site-127 staff. Failure to comply with this process may result in obsessive and compulsive tendencies toward SCP-6447. DESCRIPTION SCP-6447 refers to an amalgam formed from the entire operating staff of the former Provisional Site-127, known to the public as the Dolores King Memorial Belltower. Ex-Provisional Site-127. SCP-6447 is located inside the bell chamber. The collective of SCP-6447 is instinctively identified as 328 human beings and constantly plays a selection from Vivaldi's The Four Seasons, corresponding with the season of the antipode of Bear Mountain, New York. SCP-6447 produces the sounds necessary to achieve this by use of numerous methods, including but not limited to: Vocalization. Several modified skull bones. Flatulence. A bell from the former Provisional Site-127 carillon..DEFINITION — carillon: A set of bells, often in a bell tower, operated by means of a keyboard. 97% of Foundation clairvoyants believe the formation of SCP-6447, and its ritualistic and melodic nature, exist to appease an Emergent Eschatological Entity (henceforth referred to as EEE-6447) being awakened by humanity's collective transgressions. EEE-6447's nature and motives are currently indeterminate and attempts to establish contact are ongoing. In the event its activity or existence threatens humanity, Directive APSYCHOS is to be initiated. Directive APSYCHOS, previously enacted for the purposes of extracting and studying R-447, has since been reformed into a multistage process consisting of ritualistic appeasement by living personnel within Ex-Provisional Site-127..The exact specifications of such a ritual are known only to Randy Leonard of Ex-Provisional Site-127, and must remain as such until the safety of outside Foundation personnel can be guaranteed. The success of SCP-6447 in achieving its goals is highly dependent on the amount of R-447 it retains throughout its melody. Further investigation into R-447 has since revealed that the substance increases the metaphysical attractiveness of any person who consumes it. However, its consumers remain immunized against attraction to each other, and to SCP-6447. Additionally, R-447 acts as a perfect and highly localized Akiva sink when consumed and exposed to frequencies from 330 Hz – 700 Hz. It then suppresses and destroys 99% of ambient and focused Akiva radiation. Despite the outward physical distress of SCP-6447, its capacity to secrete R-447 has rendered it highly attractive to persons possessing a Cognitive Resistance Value or CRV ≤ 50, and to those who have not consumed R-447. Once attracted, these persons will invariably join its chorus and provide additional harmonies — hence, the development of the appeasement ritual to maximize R-447 collection with minimal loss of personnel. In 1962, SCP-6447 began exerting significant meteorological influence over a variable diameter, altering temperature and precipitation in accordance with each concerto in The Four Seasons. Phenomena such as thunder, lightning, heat waves, and the aurora borealis occur in sync with the anomaly. MESSAGE FROM THE ADMINISTRATOR ‹ {¿ÔÛR ¬ AÇȻEŠ§ WÁS͞ ĐËÑÎÆĎ ˜” ± HISTORY While the exact origin of SCP-6447 is unknown, the Foundation initially became aware of the anomaly shortly after losing contact with Provisional Site-127 in 1945. When the Site missed its monthly check-in, the Foundation dispatched an investigation team that discovered all Provisional Site-127 staff members had gone missing. Further investigation revealed SCP-6447 within the Site's tower. After its discovery, a public disinformation campaign was put into place regarding SCP-6447. Witnesses at that time shared reports about "the renewal of nature"; one witness stripped their clothing and repeatedly mentioned "the return" while they burned it. Disinformation quickly became ineffective as the music continued. The dearth of context surrounding SCP-6447's properties impeded containment officers, created further subjects, and necessitated emergency aid from nearby Sites. After repeated procedure failure, the use of R-447's immunizing effect was considered as an alternative containment measure. The Ethics Committee initially rejected this. Preliminary testing via the addition of Compound R-447 to the water supply of Akron, Ohio, resulted in Foundation clairvoyants reporting the delay of EEE-6447's awakening. Further testing with larger population centers was later approved. The transition of Appalachian water sources into high-ppm R-447 mixtures (disguised as fluoride) gave regional clairvoyants the most lucid understanding of EEE-6447's existence to date, resulting in their current near-certainty. 20 million Americans trapped in consumer cycles gained a similar, subliminal awareness. Many began spending less on consumables and investing in residential fallout shelters. Although initial trials indicated a reduction in SCP-6447's effects, extended manipulation of the anomaly's weather-modifying attributes was later determined to be environmentally damaging towards surrounding ecosystems. As such, additional investigation was approved, and Directive APSYCHOS was officially enacted. INCIDENT REPORT — 2014/10/15 RITUAL FAILURE While performing the appeasement ritual, Agent Rossellini had allegedly worn an engagement ring which Rsr. Sophia McCormack, her fiancée, reported having an estimated value of 4,000 USD. It is believed this lapse in protocol was due to the heightened attraction and feelings of attachment from the effects of R-447. The current status of Agent Rossellini, the dispatch sent to appease EEE-6447, and the nearby Sites, remain — at the time of writing — unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6447" by Aftokrator, Cole 13, Elunerazim, GreenGolem, Jack Waltz, JakdragonX, LORDXVNV, Lt Flops, MetalRavioli, & MoreMuffins, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6447. Licensed under CC-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 By OzzyLizard. Thanks to OriTiefling, Jack Waltz and Dr Shoulder for some crit. More by this author: >>AUTHOR PAGE!!<< Image Credits: NotDeer2 - Here FunkyDude - Here Enjoy! :) Item#: 6448 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6448 instance imitating a non-anomalous deer. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6448 should be focused on investigation of deer exhibiting anomalous traits within and around the Appalachian area.1 All civilian sightings of SCP-6448 should be attended to by Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”). Possible deaths resulting from SCP-6448 should be attributed to hiking accidents, and sightings are to be blamed upon Chronic Wasting Disease.2 The Site-44 Cryptozoology Division is tasked with ongoing research into the ‘not deer’ phenomenon. Should an SCP-6448 instance be captured, it is to be brought to Site-44 for containment and study.3 An SCP-6448 instance attempting to communicate with non-anomalous deer. Description: SCP-6448 is an anomalous branch of the Cervidae family.4 All members of this group display heightened intelligence and are presumed to be sapient. Many specimens exhibit some form of physical malformation, causing them to stand out from non-anomalous deer. While the exact details of physical abnormalities differ between instances, repeat commonalities are as follows: . Legs bent backwards . Barrel chested/bloated abdomen . Emaciation . Eyes belonging to unrelated animals . Forward-facing eyes . Jerky movements . Loss of fear towards humans . Tendency to walk on two hind legs . General bodily disfigurement Aside from physical disfigurement, instances show severe divergence from the behaviour of other cervids. Namely, SCP-6448 are known to watch, observe and stalk humans, often for hours or days. This includes following humans to and from their homes, wherein they will proceed to steal belongings, weapons and food. Very rarely will SCP-6448 attack victims while they are indoors. SCP-6448 are most commonly encountered in deep woodland, particularly at night or dusk, when a person is alone. Any form of direct acknowledgment of SCP-6448’s anomalous traits in these situations will always result in the victim’s termination.5 In such situations, personnel are to observe the extract of Cervus Protocol attached to this file immediately (See below). CERVUS PROTOCOL HIDE SCP FOUNDATION ——— CRYPTOZOOLOGY DIVISION These actions should be carried out by anyone inadvertently interacting with SCP-6448 and are necessary for your survival. Please skip to the section with relevant information if your life is under threat. If you notice a deer that seems “off”, look away and ignore it. If it knows that you’ve noticed it, it’s too late. If you hear your name, whistling or something else in the woods calling for you, don’t acknowledge it. Never acknowledge it exists, don’t respond, don’t go looking for it, don’t call back to it. If you’re walking at night and you feel something breathing on your neck or whispering behind you, the key to your safety is pretending that everything is normal. Your survival is dependant on your ignorance. Presently, SCP-6448 are known to inhabit only the Appalachian region of North America.6 History: SCP-6448 was officially assigned anomalous classification in 1980, though they have been recognised by local people since 1947. SCP-6448 is a firmly cemented figure in Appalachian folklore, known colloquially as the "Not Deer" due to their striking similarity to the species they imitate. Many locals claim to have encountered instances of SCP-6448, or possess knowledge of an individual who has. A majority of local communities living in rural areas of high activity are aware of the precautions required to avoid hostile encounters, primarily due to urban legends and stories involving the entities. SCP-6448 were previously researched at Site-41, located in ████, North Carolina. On 11/01/1994, a group of 3 SCP-6448 instances broke into the Site utilising a tunnel system carved over an extended period of time. This triggered containment breach alarm systems and the Site entered lockdown protocol. The single instance kept in containment, being prepared for dissection, was lost in the breach and not recovered. Over the following decade, a further 5 SCP-6448 instances would be captured and contained, all of which would escape the Site through tunnels carved by other SCP-6448 entities. The decision was made to transfer all instances to Site-44, overseas, to prevent further breaches. Since this decision, no capture attempts have been successful. Addendum 6448.1: Recently Recorded Civilian Encounters The first reports of SCP-6448 surfaced around the week of 07/07/1947. In the time since the genus’ discovery, many members of the public have encountered the entities, though most accidentally stumbling upon them do not alert local authorities. This is typically due to the SCP-6448 instance either merely watching the subject or becoming hostile. The following is a log of all recorded 911 calls related to SCP-6448 phenomena since the year 2000. Date Details 02/01/2000 Victim (aged 41, female) dialed emergency services after hearing their name being called from the woods near their home. The victim recounts the vocalisation being likened to a scream in a voice that they do not recognise and requested assistance in locating the source. Emergency personnel requested the subject place their phone on the floor outside the home to listen for the alleged sounds. After 2 minutes, a vocalisation was heard that was calling to the subject by name, emanating from the nearby forest. The subject was instructed to investigate the disturbance themselves and keep services updated on the situation. The victim then begins to walk into the woodland, getting about 50 metres into the underbrush before inexplicably stopping. They claim there to be a noticeably large deer standing in the way of the path. She begins to walk closer, though states it does not move. Subject diverts from the path and begins walking in a different direction. After 30 minutes, no source of the voice is determined. The caller returns to their residence. 13/06/2002 Victim (aged 28, male) calls 911 regarding a home break-in. The caller notes numerous items to be missing from their residence and requests an investigation. Operators dispatch two investigators to visit the home and discern a potential perpetrator. The pair note that, based on earlier CCTV images, all cutlery, sharp objects, firearms, lightbulbs and a single copy of the novel ‘The Day After Roswell’ are missing. Also noted is that there is a complete lack of any fingerprints at the scene, with no doors or windows having been broken into. Analysis of the home’s CCTV footage revealed there to be a two hour period of missing film, with the exception of a single frame containing a Cervus nippon7 on its hind legs, reaching towards the camera. Its frontal hooves have been warped to resemble fingers. No footage of the entity exiting the home was discovered. 19/11/2005 A cattle farmer (aged 54, male) reported to local authorities the sudden disappearance of over 30% of his largest herd. Response teams searched the nearby area for 4 hours though found no trace of the cattle. The victim was recommended to set up trail cameras and note any unusual activity overnight. At 01:11 AM, two SCP-6448 are seen walking through the field before fleeing. One places an object into the ground, later discovered to be a single fork. A week after this discovery, 200 discarded bovine hooves appear at the location. 04/03/2009 Victim (age unknown, gender unknown) dials 911 to request assistance from animal services. The victim is stood within a forest in front of a Cervus elaphus8 which is violently contorting. The animal is repeatedly ramming itself into a tree, covered in blood and viscera. The victim begins to state "You'd better get a vet or something, I don't think it's well" before a piercing screech is heard and the line falls silent. Recovered footage depicts the aforementioned animal squirming, seemingly in pain. A viscous churning is audible as a black mass erupts out of the instance and the video turns to static. 11/10/2012 Victim (aged 23, male) is a junior wildlife officer at Cherokee National Forest, Tennessee. They radio their supervisor in early evening regarding a herd of Odocoileus virginianus9 within the reserve. Supposedly, there is a single animal that upon first glance appears average, though possesses divergent attributes including backwards joints, an enlarged abdomen and forward-facing eyes. Upon stating this, a distant whistle is audible and the victim stumbles slightly. They begin to say “What the he- did it just whistle at me?” before the sound of hooves rapidly getting closer is heard. Notably, the hoof steps did not sound to be in the traditional gallop of a cervid. 12/10/2012 The aforementioned victim’s supervisor calls authorities following the victim’s absence from the reserve night shift. Following this, their radio begins to crackle. The victim’s voice can be heard on the other end and he requests the supervisor’s attention. He calls regarding a herd of Odocoileus virginianus within the reserve. They claim there is a single animal that upon first glance appears average, though possesses divergent attributes including backwards joints, an enlarged abdomen and forward-facing eyes. Suspecting the creature to be a rare genetic malformation, the victim requests their supervisor to come to the location. The supervisor questions the victim about what happened the night previous. There is no reply. Upon the supervisor’s and law enforcement’s arrival at the site, a herd of approximately 80 Odocoileus virginianus was present. A single entity is in the field’s centre and appeared to be standing separately from the rest of the group. It flees the scene upon realising the law enforcement’s presence. Where it formerly stood layed a park ranger's standard two-way radio. 08/04/2016 Victim (aged 35, female) dials 911 using a satellite phone, distressed. They state that they are in ████ County Woods and are being followed. She claims that, despite seeing no one for the duration of her hike, she “feels as if she’s being watched” and has heard someone walking behind her at various points in the trip. The victim is unable to give an adequate description of her location, but knows the route to return to her residence. Operators request the victim to return to a point wherein she can provide a sufficient geographic description of her position. The victim remains on the line for the duration of the hike back to a readily used portion of the wilderness trail. Along the journey, various unnatural sounds can be heard. These include footsteps, rockslides, coughing, whispering and whistling. Nearing the main trail, all woodland noises such as birds and wind cease suddenly, and the victim states she can see a malformed deer carcass coated in a thick layer of a black slime-like substance. At this time, human screams can be heard in the distance. Operators request the victim continue and ignore other stimuli. Agents embedded in local law enforcement, suspecting SCP-6448 involvement, notify Gamma-4 to the situation. 20 minutes later, the victim returns to the main trail. Gamma-4, now operating the 911 call, inform the victim to not respond to any further unusual activity and briefly outline Cervus Protocol. For the duration of the victim’s journey to her home, two sets of breathing are audible. The victim successfully returns to her residence and shuts the door behind her. Now out of sight from SCP-6448, agents inquire upon the victim’s address and the victim promptly complies. Operatives instruct the victim to have possession of all firearms and weapons on the premises and to barricade herself inside a safe space with one exfil point. The victim swiftly begins grabbing all available weapons and throwing them inside a wardrobe. It is at this time that there is a knock on the front door. The victim does not respond and continues to hoard sharp objects from kitchen drawers. The knocking becomes more violent as the handle is being jostled and shaken incessantly. A voice on the other side repeats the phrase “Hello, it is me. Hello, let me in.” in a calm manner as the door begins to shake. The victim retreats to her wardrobe, armed with a small firearm. Upon sealing herself in the space, the knocking ceases and footsteps can be heard, decreasing in volume. The sound of galloping is audible as the front door caves in. Hoof steps can now be heard inside the home. The entity continues to repeat “Hello, it is me. Hello, let me in.” as it searches the small building. A bright light flashes overhead, seemingly circling the house. Eventually the entity enters the victim’s bedroom. Through a small slit in the wardrobe door, the victim can see a Cervus canadensis10 standing on its hind legs and surveying the room. Its movements are crooked and stiff, seeming to struggle to stand in a bipedal fashion. It slouches down to a quadrupedal crouch, similar to the stance of an arachnid. It inhales heavily, and its head locks on the view of the wardrobe. It is noted as possessing human eyes. It scampers towards the subject and opens the door. A single gunshot is heard. Responders found no trace of either SCP-6448 or the victim. It should be noted that this represents a small fraction of human to SCP-6448 encounters, as the majority of occasions go unnoticed and undocumented. On each of these occasions, all associated video, photographs and objects were confiscated by MTF Gamma-4, whom also called off public investigation. Cover stories 356α “Home Break-In” and 898Γ “Missing 411” were successfully implemented. Addendum 6448.2: INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA On 29/11/2019, MTF Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) successfully detained and captured an instance of SCP-6448, with the assistance of MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”)’s heavy vehicles division and highly experimental shock rifles. The resulting skirmish left a single instance unconscious, which was swiftly placed aboard an armoured CH-47 Chinook helicopter en route to Site-44 in England to prevent outside assistance. Upon reaching the Site, the sedated entity was transferred to a containment cell without incident. The following is a log of events thereafter. + INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA - INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA Date: 30/11/2019 Location: Site-44, Foulness Island, England [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6448 instance is contained within a large reinforced steel containment cell, having just awoken from heavy sedation. Cryptozoology Specialist F. Ozz stands in front of a large one-way glass window that encompasses the room’s South side. Researcher Ozz: Greetings, SCP-6448. The instance suddenly bolts upright and stares at the intercom. Researcher Ozz: Can you understand me? We’ve seen your genus speak English just fine in the past. The instance does not respond. It begins licking its arm. Researcher Ozz: Please, we know your secret. The instance pauses. Researcher Ozz: Admittedly it wasn’t exactly well kept. If you’d just look at yourself for more than a few seconds, it is very clear that you’re not… normal. The instance is stood facing away from the window. Its neck swivels 180°, visibly breaking multiple vertebrae as there is an audible crack. It does not blink. Researcher Ozz: (To containment staff) I thought you said this was one-way? (Staff mumbling) It is? The instance’s gaze remains locked on Researcher Ozz. Researcher Ozz: Are you something imitating deer? It is clear that, if so, you possess basic anatomical knowledge on them, though details are faulty. In fact, a better question would be… how? Assuming you are not what you pretend to be. The instance opens its mouth, which contains abnormally sharp teeth. Its jaw moves in a manner that seems to imitate speech. No intelligible dialect is heard, rather, a sound similar to gagging or choking is audible. Researcher Ozz: Shall we move on? What I’m more concerned with here is why you take our people. Is it to settle a vendetta? For food? Spite? The instance blinks for the first time in the interview. The movement is noticeably forced. Researcher Ozz: Responding is mandatory. The instance shows no reaction. Researcher Ozz: (Sternly) If you will not comply, maybe you’d like to see your brand new containment cel- SCP-6448: R- Researcher Ozz: (Pauses) SCP-6448: R- Rasaerch. Research. (The instance speaks in a distorted version of Ozz’s own voice) Researcher Ozz: Research? What kind of- SCP-6448: July 7, 1947. The instance suddenly rams the 20 inch thick one-way glass, cracking it slightly. Researcher Ozz: (Stumbles backwards) The instance begins to collapse. It contorts violently and begins screaming. Its abdomen bulges and writhes. Researcher Ozz: Get the Stags in here now! A black, viscous, tendrily mass erupts out of the instance's side. It leaps and squirms around the cell before shattering the viewing window. The remaining carcass is entirely hollow. Site-44 Breach System: Containment breach detected. All personnel report to the nearest safe room. Containment Sector 4 blast doors will seal in 10 seconds. The tendrilous mass swiftly manoeuvres outside of Sector 4 in seconds, clearing the lockdown area. It travels in the direction of the main exit. Site-44 Breach System: Full Site lockdown initiated. Locking main exit in 5 seconds. The mass clears the main desk. It shatters the glass on the front exit and disappears into the outside shrubbery. [END LOG] A two month long search proved inefficient in locating the escaped anomaly. Additionally, since this incident, there has been an unprecedented increase of CWD afflicted deer and UFO reports in the area surrounding Site-44. Further research is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Appalachia is a mountainous region in the Eastern United States that is known for its dense woodland. 2. CWD, sometimes called zombie deer disease, is a prion-based illness affecting members of the Cervidae family. It causes extreme loss of motor function control, may affect decision making and is always 100% fatal. While CWD is a legitimate disease, the majority of cervids in Appalachia exhibiting traits are known instances of SCP-6448. 3. Site-44 is located in Essex, England. See History for details. 4. More commonly known as deer. This includes true deer, muntjac, reindeer, elk and moose. 5. Though treating SCP-6448 instances as normal cervids triggers no reaction. 6. [UNDER REVIEW FOLLOWING INCIDENT 6448-ALPHA] 7. Sika Deer 8. Red Deer 9. White-Tailed Deer 10. Elk
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SCP-6449: I miss my cat :( ⚠️ Note: This article deals with pet death. ⚠️ Image from https://torange.biz/fx/forecast-weather-cat-effect-light-77119, licensed CC-BY 4.0. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ⚠️ content warning ↑ Item #: SCP-6449 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6449 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell. Drawing materials are to be provided once per day, upon request. Supervised free time around the Site is allowable with authorization from Head Researcher Ronald Annarumma. Each copy of SCP-6449-A is to be stored in a separate envelope in a single Site-22 document storage locker, save for one instance, which is to be kept in SCP-6449's cell. This instance is to be changed a minimum of once per month to reduce wear. Description: SCP-6449 is a male human, age 29 as of 01/01/1999, of German nationality. SCP-6449 is fluent in English, German and Italian. SCP-6449 is in all ways a baseline human being, save for the ability to produce SCP-6449-A. SCP-6449-A-011 SCP-6449-A describes a collection of 2381 drawings of cats. Each cat depicted displays the same fur patterns. These drawings demonstrate rudimentary drawing skill and a limited understanding of color theory2, though individual instances display variation in both pose and scene, as well as slight improvements in ability over time. Instances of SCP-6449-A will become animate while in the same room as SCP-64493. The legs, head, tail, eyes and mouth of the drawing will move similarly to those of real cats, though transposed to a 2-dimensional form. The paper on which the instance of SCP-6449-A is drawn will also animate, typically standing upright on one edge and moving via lengthwise undulations. SCP-6449-A do not produce sound, despite their mouths moving in a manner that simulates such attempts. Testing has determined that SCP-6449 cannot produce animate drawings of anything but the cat depicted in SCP-6449-A. Addendum: Interview 6449.04 Interviewed: SCP-6449 Interviewer: Dr. Lisa Kay Seni, Site-22 Parapsychologist <Begin Log, 13:18> Dr. Seni: I wanted to ask you today about the subject of your drawings. It is the same cat every time, correct? SCP-6449: Ah, yes. Schatzi is [winces] Was my cat. Dr. Seni: I see. I'm sorry for your loss. SCP-6449: Thank you. His death, it [exhales] It still hurts. In the emotions, you know? I still miss him. Dr. Seni: Would you be willing to tell me a little about him? SCP-6449: [Pauses.] Yes, but [pause for 15 seconds] You must understand what life was like for me back then. SCP-6449: I was still young, a child really, paying more attention to parties than university studies. Then I was told my father had died. We were not particularly close, but it was still a blow, as you can probably imagine. It also meant I inherited my family's Gutshaus4 in Westfalen. That was [waves hand in air] It was not the life I had wanted for myself. I went away to university to escape the path my family had determined for me, not to mention the political troubles of the time. Dr. Seni: Understandable. SCP-6449: I quickly learned I had been right to leave the landed life behind. That house, good God, it was so empty, my footsteps echoed when I walked the halls. Of course, the staff had been retained, but they had a [pause] Familiarity with my father that they lacked with me. Other than cleaning help, I had little desire to keep servants in the first place, so I urged the rest to seek new employment. SCP-6449: Around this time, my scholarship dried up and I was unable to complete my studies, so I retired to my family's home to live a life of quiet indolence while I decided upon my next move. That was when Schatzi entered my life. Dr. Seni: Why "Schatzi"? SCP-6449: [laugh] I am not very good at naming cats, I suppose. But it fit. He was small, unassuming, pathetic really, but such a bright spark in the night when I needed one most [pauses for 20 seconds] Ah, you must forgive me, the memories are still strong. Dr. Seni: Of course. SCP-6449: At first, I told one of the servants to leave some food out. Winter was coming, and I did not like the thought of leaving a poor animal to starve in the cold. Soon, I started feeding him myself. I would sit outside to watch him eat and get him used to my presence. And eventually, I invited him inside, and that was it, really. Dr. Seni: That was what, exactly? SCP-6449: Destiny, I suppose. Ours, intertwined. There was no escaping the instantaneous bond we had made. Schatzi and I were inseparable. He was so friendly, so loving. To him, I was caregiver and affection provider. To me, he was company, to wait out the long, desolate winter. SCP-6449: I apologize, I fear I am growing poetic. You'll want to know how the story ends, yes? Dr. Seni: Yes, whatever you're comfortable telling me about for now. [Lengthy pause] SCP-6449: Feline leukemia. Two short years, and Schatzi was taken from me by a disease I could have prevented had I owned an automobile. We were out in the country, far away from the nearest veterinarian, and by the time I realized he was sick, I [sharp inhalation] It was too [pause] SCP-6449: Have you ever lost a pet, doctor? A creature who wanders into your life and bonds to you, only to leave again in a painfully short time? Dr. Seni: Ah, my family kept a lot of dogs when I was young. You, you never really get used to losing them. SCP-6449: No, I suppose you do not. I [head lowers] The worst part [sobs] Dr. Seni: We don't have to continue if you don't want SCP-6449: No! Forgive me, but no. I need to tell this to someone. I need to confess that [clenches and relaxes hands three times] To watch Schatzi waste away to that virus, it was the worst feeling I have ever felt. He was in so much pain. He would look at me, and I could see it in his eyes, his wonder at why I would not make the pain go away. [Sobbing] SCP-6449: I failed him, doctor. I would have done anything for him, but I let my closest friend die, and I could do nothing to stop it, and he couldn't understand why [sobbing resumes] Dr. Seni: That's enough. We're done for today. We're done. <End Log> Closing Statement: A request that SCP-6449 be allowed one copy of SCP-6449-A in its room when not undergoing testing was granted on a temporary basis by Dr. Annarumma. Due to the positive improvement of SCP-6449's mood and overall condition following this change, it was instated as a permanent addition to SCP-6449's containment procedures as of 08/03/1997. Addendum: Video Log 6449.08 (07/11/1998) [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] SCP-6449 is seated at the desk in its containment chamber, engaged in sketching with a pencil on a drawing pad. SCP-6449-A-145, currently the designated in-chamber instance, lies flat and motionless atop the bed. Its upper surface can be seen slowly rising and falling. [00:15] SCP-6449-A-145 rights itself via surface undulations. It slides on one edge toward the end of the bed before fluttering off onto the floor. [00:18] After undulating across the floor, SCP-6449-A-145 runs into SCP-6449's right ankle and proceeds to tap its front edge against the subject's leg for two minutes before subject notices. Note, camera angle is not adequate to determine status of any other movements on the part of the instance. [00:20] Smiling, SCP-6449 reaches down and lifts SCP-6449-A-145 gently by its dorsal edge and places it atop the desk. Subject spends the next three minutes rubbing a hand along the instance's dorsal edge and sometimes the upper surface of the paper. Instance occupies this time by rubbing itself against the subject's hand. [00:25] SCP-6449 gathers a clean sheet of paper and resumes drawing, now seeming more focused than previously. SCP-6449-A-145 lays itself down on the upper edge of the desk. Activity continues in this manner for 15 minutes. Subject occasionally reaches out to stroke the upper surface of the instance. [00:41] SCP-6449 stretches and leans back in its chair. Paper upends itself and begins normal SCP-6449-A behavior. Instance designated SCP-6449-A-238. Notably, SCP-6449-A-145 does not appear to react to this, though it is still animate. Subject presses a hand to its head and laughs. [00:43] SCP-6449 wraps its arms around SCP-6449-A-238 and remains in this position for the next ten minutes. Instance is notably unharmed by being held so tightly, able to regain its shape afterward. Moisture present on the upper surface evaporates over the next 8 minutes. [END LOG] Addendum 23/06/1999: A request has been made to provide SCP-6449 with drawing classes to help improve its artistic ability. Approval currently pending. Footnotes 1. As of 01/01/1999. 2. SCP-6449 has admitted in previous interviews that it is "not an artist." 3. As of this writing, only one instance of SCP-6449-A has been seen to animate at a time under these circumstances. 4. Manor house.
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Item#: SCP-6450 Level2 Containment Class: unconfirmed Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Verification of the existence of SCP-6450 is currently headed by Site-400's Division of Cryptozoology. Containment procedures have been drafted and are awaiting the conclusion of this research. Illustration of SCP-6450 (accuracy undetermined). Description: SCP-6450 is the designation given to an entity currently believed to be inhabiting the Nam'Evanholly Forest Park Reserve, located in the Newcastle region, Northern Ireland. Colloquially, SCP-6450 is known throughout the local civilian community as "the Nam'Evanholly Hidebehind". The existence of SCP-6450 is still unconfirmed. The only available evidence are testimonies from claimed witnesses and portions of local folklore recovered by the Division of Cryptozoology. In any case, SCP-6450 is reported to be approximately 2.5 meters tall, and despite possessing multiple sightings attributed to it, individuals are unable to properly recall its exact physical appearance. This is often accredited to the fact that SCP-6450 always "hide behind" trees and foliage whenever it is perceived. Individuals frequently validate that SCP-6450 stalked them by claiming that they would consistently hear faint breathing and light footsteps trailing behind them. Individuals also report the breathing and footsteps would immediately halt up until a certain point where a settlement or nearby road would be visible. According to local folklore, SCP-6450 feeds on animal meat belonging to those such as badgers, foxes, and occasionally deers. It is known that SCP-6450 only feeds on humans whenever it feels threatened, and the purpose of it stalking individuals is simply out of curiosity of their "habits and speech". Addendum 6450-1, Exploration Summary and Interview Log: On the 19th of April, 2018, a group of four Foundation agents was sent to the Nam'Evanholly Forest Park Reserve at around 11:50 PM in order to explore and investigate the existence of SCP-6450. They returned with no complications, and Agent Responso Finelly was interviewed to report on the investigation's results: Video Transcription 6450/1 Date: 20/08/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Theseus Whoarand, Cryptozoology Division Interviewee: Agent Responso Finelly, Anomaly Investigations Section <Begin Log> Agent Finelly: Oh my god, do we really have to do this now? It's almost two in the morning! At least let me get some shut-eye first! Dr. Whoarand: Look, I promise I'll be quick. And I'll only ask a couple of questions, alright? Agent Finelly: Ugh, you never make it quick. (yawns) Alright, alright. Just get on with it. Dr. Whoarand: Okay, so… Can you give a complete summary of your team's exploration into the Park Reserve? From start to finish? Agent Finelly: From the start? Like from the start? (groans) Myself and Agent Sierra got on the front seat of our vehicle, while Agent Verelia and Agent Evarhi got on the backseat. We packed our gear and took off at around midnight. We arrived at the forest ten minutes later, I think. Dr. Whoarand: (writes on clipboard) Mm-hm, go on. Agent Finelly: As usual, we set up a Kant counter and measured the local reality levels in the forest. It was in the baseline range so we just proceeded with the exploration. We decided to make our way to the forest's West mountain, since Oversight told us that's where the majority of sightings were reported to be at. Dr. Whoarand: Uh-huh. And did your team find or experience anything unusual? Agent Finelly: (shrugs) I mean, not really. Verelia said she heard some rustling noise behind us, but when I and Evarhi went to investigate, it was just some random badger. We found some fresh tracks on the mud, but they were small, and Sierra said they belonged to a fox. Dr. Whoarand: Hmm, I see. But what about breathing? Did you guys hear any faint breathing during your exploration? Agent Finelly: Other than our own, none. Dr. Whoarand: Ah, okay. Just checking. Agent Finelly: (yawns) Anyways, after around half an hour, we finally reached the West mountain. It was more of a very tall hill, but whatever I guess. We searched around the base of it, and Evarhi and Sierra volunteered to climb up and check the top of the mountain. Dr. Whoarand: And? Agent Finelly: And there wasn't anything. Dr. Whoarand: (nods) Ah. Agent Finelly: Evarhi thought she heard a wolf howl while she was up there. Dr. Whoarand: Mm-hm. Agent Finelly: Right, Anyhow, both of them climbed down, and since technically the investigation's done, we make our way back to the vehicle. Dr. Whoarand: And did you by any chance— Agent Finelly: Nothing of note. Dr. Whoarand: Yup. Got it. Agent Finelly: We packed our gear, blamed each other for a while about how someone stepped on shit since it stinks, did a double-check on the Kant counter, still blaming on who stepped on shit, and then we were finally on our way back to sweet ol' 400. Dr. Whoarand: (takes off his glasses and nods) Agent Finelly: And then you stopped me in the middle of a hallway for an interview when I was about to go to my room, even though I already said that it was two in the goddamn morning. Dr. Whoarand: (sighs and leans back) Anything else you want to add, Fin? Agent Finelly: Yup, just one more thing. (turns towards the surveillance camera) Next time when y'all want us to go to a mission, give us a goddamn Subaru or something. You think a freaking Rover 400 can fit five people? Jesus! Dr. Whoarand: Rover, huh? Damn. Agent Finelly: (looks back at Dr. Whoarand) I know, right? You have no idea how cramped it was with three guys in the backseat. And because no one came clean with stepping in shit, it was fucking torture. Dr. Whoarand: Hm. Agent Finelly: Alright, I'm outta here. (stands up and yawns) See ya later, T. Agent Finelly exits the interview room, followed by Dr. Whoarand shortly after. <End Log> Addendum 6450-2, Update: Following the previous exploration, sightings of SCP-6450 have decreased significantly in the Nam'Evanholly Forest Park Reserve. Investigation into this phenomenon is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6450" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6450. Licensed under CC-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: hiding.jpg Name: File:Hidebehind.jpg Author Margaret Ramsay Tryon License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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by J Dune SCP-6451 - The "Guy" Man Normal just like you and me! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6451 Level1 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo RAISA Notice Following the events of Addendum.6451.2, portions of this file are outdated and awaiting rewrite. Updates pending. SCP-6451, photographed upon initial containment Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6451 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber in Foundation facility Area-179. Description: SCP-6451 is a man of unknown descent, name, and origin resembling a healthy adult male. SCP-6451 stands at 1.9 meters, demonstrates above-average intelligence, and possesses ordinary biological and physiological functions. SCP-6451's anomalous properties, if any exist, are unknown. Addendum.6451.1: History The Foundation has contained SCP-6451 since 1952, in a mass transferal of anomalies from one of the organization's predecessors, the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI). All documents on SCP-6451, should they have existed, were lost in the transfer. It is theorized this was a clerical error, though research efforts are ongoing. As a result, SCP-6451’s anomalous properties, history of containment, and identity are entirely unknown. Its status as an SCP object is granted under the assumption that ASCI had sufficient reason to contain SCP-6451 . Correspondence with ASCI personnel, both those integrated into the Foundation and elsewhere, has not resulted in further knowledge related to SCP-6451 . Both punitive and rewarding measures have proven unsuccessful in persuading SCP-6451 to reveal information about itself. All attempts to gain further information from SCP-6451 on itself have ended roughly the same. See most recent interview log: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Trenton: Alright, SCP-6451 , time for our weekly check-in. How have you been feeling? SCP-6451: Just peachy, doc. Dr. Trenton: Good, good. That’s great to hear, we’re happy for you. (Silence.) Dr. Trenton: Alright, you know the drill. Do you want to tell us who you are yet? SCP-6451: Nope. Dr. Trenton: Would you be interested in participating in further testing? SCP-6451: Absolutely not. Dr. Trenton: Are you aware of anomalies relating to yourself the Foundation is not privy to? SCP-6451: I am. Dr. Trenton: Do you remember why you were detained by the ASCI? SCP-6451: I do. Dr. Trenton: Would you… care to elaborate on either of those answers? SCP-6451: No. [END LOG] Addendum.6451.2: Behavioral Reports SCP-6451 has demonstrated numerous abnormal patterns of behavior over its years of containment, none of which have been determined to be anomalous or the results of the object’s anomalous properties. Notable events have been listed below. SCP-6451 has not expressed discomfort when exposed to isolating environments, and measures such as removing amenities from its containment cell have not persuaded the entity to reveal information about itself or comply with the Foundation’s demands. SCP-6451 will often request items to be delivered to its containment chamber, which are often approved in an attempt to gauge potential anomalous properties through interactions between the entity and ordinary objects. Requests have included a complete library of Arthur Conan Doyle’s bibliography (granted), several model train kits and associated materials (granted), a television (granted), a complete medieval suit of armor (granted), 17 kilograms of excess wood shavings from a hickory tree (granted), and a coffin that had been modified for use as a bed (granted). No items have provided insight regarding SCP-6451. SCP-6451 has amused itself by vocalizing screeches and cries for hours on end. When confronted about this, it revealed that these sounds were intended to "protect its carnal purity". SCP-6451 was allowed use of a personal computer in hopes it would reveal personal information about itself. SCP-6451 has since spent the entirety of its time on the internet becoming proficient in the hobby of bird watching and researching the lives of the First Ladies of the United States. SCP-6451 is under the assumption that television personality Martha Stewart is a First Lady of the United States, and is unable to be convinced otherwise. SCP-6451 will fabricate information about other objects in containment, citing random SCP designations coupled with vague statements. Examples include stating that SCP-7000 communicated with it in a dream and that it is currently in a relationship with SCP-6556. These claims are presumed to be false, and the Foundation does not suspect SCP-6451 to have knowledge of other anomalies. SCP-6451 will, at times, perform a hand-stand until it passes out from asphyxiation, prompting medical attention. When asked about why it continued this behavior, SCP-6451 stated that “If you could get the medical experience without paying a cent, you’d do it too.” SCP-6451 crawls on all-fours inside its containment cell. Dr. Trenton enters. Dr. Trenton: Morning, SCP-6451. I hope I didn't interrupt anything important. SCP-6451 snorts loudly and growls. Dr. Trenton: New policy going around humanoid containment sites, I have to give these 'enrichment activities' to you. Puzzles! Oooh! Trenton approaches SCP-6451. It hunches forward and growls again. SCP-6451: I'm an anteater. Dr. Trenton: Alright, I'll just leave the puzzles over here then. Trenton bends down to place the boxes near SCP-6451. It jumps back and winces in pain. SCP-6451: You're stepping on my snout. Dr. Trenton: I'm not even near you. SCP-6451: You're stepping on the ants. Dr. Trenton: You've been crawling on your hands and knees for a fucking week now! SCP-6451 hisses. SCP-6451 complained of “very small entities” inside its containment chamber that were procreating inside the entity’s nose, prompting Foundation investigation. SCP-6451 frequently will “set traps” using objects inside its chamber in hopes of catching these entities. On multiple occasions, SCP-6451 has claimed it is “possessed” by an entity, marking each occasion with apparent bowel incontinence. This has resulted in multiple interviews ending due to the SCP-6451 defecating in front of and on personnel. The existence of these entities is disputed among the Foundation. SCP-6451 has declared multiple dates as its birthday and expresses agitation when attending personnel refuse to acknowledge a date as a cause for celebration. SCP-6451 once spent weeks alluding to an important event, speaking in vague notions regarding “an impact” or “the reckoning”. On 1989/2/19, a delirious SCP-6451 alerted personnel that the event was about to happen, and requested it be transferred to a medical ward. After straining and screaming to itself for five hours, SCP-6451 sneezed, and promptly returned to its regular demeanor, stating that it was the event in question. Amenities were removed from SCP-6451’s containment chamber for a month. The entity remained unfazed. SCP-6451 has expressed great interest in Michael Bay's Transformers film-franchise. As these films contain subliminal and overt religious signalling crafted by members of GoI-004 "The Church of the Broken God", SCP-6451's request to view the films was granted in hopes that a link between the two would surface. SCP-6451 was incredibly engaged by the films, calling them "masterpieces", and spending multiple interviews discussing them with personnel at length. A connection to the Church has yet to be determined. During early containment, when punitive measures were being explored as a means of extracting information from SCP-6451, the entity was threatened with a position as D-Class personnel. SCP-6451, much to the chagrin of attending staff, excitedly accepted this position and proceeded to defy most commands given to it during testing attempts. Two indirect object neutralizations, a large loss of data, and a containment breach resulted before SCP-6451 was pulled from duty. For three weeks, SCP-6451 responded to all questions with the statement "I'm nobody" and refused to elaborate. This prompted a large-scale investigation of all documents related to GoI-000, "Nobody" in hopes of correlating them to SCP-6451. The investigation was inconclusive, and SCP-6451's motivation for repetition of this phrase remains unknown, with SCP-6451 feigning ignorance to ever doing so. SCP-6451 consumes both its finger and toe nails. Because SCP-6451 performs within the above-average margins on intelligence measuring tests, it is assumed the majority, if not all of these actions, are performed with the intent of SCP-6451 amusing itself and not due to a medical or mental condition, as several personnel have suggested. Addendum.6451.2: Status Update On 2020/8/29, SCP-6451 died of unknown causes inside its containment chamber, marking 68 years of containment. Both autopsy of SCP-6451 and analysis of the chamber did not suggest a probable cause of death. Following SCP-6451's death, Area-179's Directorial Board held a conference regarding the object's continued status as an SCP file despite it not displaying any known anomalous properties. This conversation lasted for twelve consecutive hours. Proposed solutions included designating it as decommissioned, -EX, or -ARC, all of which were denied for not meeting necessary criteria to do so. The conference concluded that the SCP-6451 file would remain untouched in hopes that ongoing RAISA reassessment of ASCI documents would reveal SCP-6451’s original documentation. Two days later, on 2020/8/31, the cadaver of SCP-6451 ejected a small piece of paper from the entity's navel. A transcription of the text, which was written in pencil, has been reproduced below. Congratulations! You've found The "Guy" Man! Collect them all: ✅ The "Guy" Man You did it! Well done! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6451" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6451. Licensed under CC-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: guy Name: Raymond Mercellin 1950 Author: Anonymous License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-6452 Special Containment Procedures: Please send healthy, alive, human test subjects (disposable) to the offices of Dr. Smithson daily, located in room 5A in the basement of Area-179. Observing this experimentation is bad, bad, punishable by death. O5 Council has said so. Description: SCP-6452 is a fleshy, thin strip of skin found on all human bodies that stretches so far. From the top of the cute little head to the bottom of the constricted, tight waist. SCP-6452 is invisible, yes, and only can be seen by esteemed researcher Dr. Smithson. That’s just how it is. Applying force and tearing back SCP-6452, ripping and peeling away the yucky trash from that horrid looking body allows access to a subject’s gooey, creamy center. Everything inside is edible, from the meaty cutlets of lard and tissue to the stringy, stuffed tubes near the bottom. Make sure to crack and suck the insides of the bones too. Though removal of the exterior layer attached to SCP-6452 results in the subject’s neutralization, Dr. Smithson knows how to keep them alive as long as possible with his expert precision. Makes flavor better. The crunching of the organs and guzzling of the juices is more than enough reason to continue Dr. Smithson’s research very quickly with swiftness. Extreme caution not to choke on the chewiness of the contents inside. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The Foundation is presently aware of the peculiarities of the above file. The matter is presently being investigated. Page has been edit locked by the request of its author, Dr. Smithson, who has verified his identity via blood sample. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6452" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6452. Licensed under CC-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-6453 - Shit Yeti return of the king Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6453 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6453's previous residence, an ice hole on Mt. Everest Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Dune R. McFarland N/A Mt. Everest, the origin of SCP-6453 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation essentials outpost and protective door have been constructed at the entrance of SCP-6453’s cave. Due to the massive amounts of excrement and waste present in the containment chamber, all personnel making contact with SCP-6453 are to wear sealed HAZMAT suits. Completed SCP-6453-1 instances are to be disposed of using the on-site incinerator. SCP-6453 is kept unaware of the disposal process, and is led to believe its materials were delivered safely to the intended individual. The anomaly's secluded location has deemed further containment procedures unnecessary. Description: SCP-6453 is an ape-like humanoid entity, standing at 4.6 meters tall. Its physique is muscular, with gray skin, a tuft of fur1 , a pronounced brow ridge, flared nostrils, and a curved crest on its forehead. On top of anomalously enhanced strength, SCP-6453’s skin has demonstrated advanced durability, able to withstand ammunition and similarly high impact forces. SCP-6453 is capable of producing large amounts of excrement— up to 480 kilograms per day— regardless of nutritional intake. SCP-6453 has produced waste equivalent to all seven types on the Bristol Stool Chart2. SCP-6453 displays autocoprophagia3, and as a result shows signs of conditions associated with the fecal-oral route, most prominently vibrio cholerae, helminthiasis (intestinal worm infection), and toxoplasmosis, among others. These conditions manifest in SCP-6453 showing symptoms such as excessive vomiting, diarrhea, bloody stool, seizures, and bacterial infection, but do not deter SCP-6453 from continuing its ordinary pattern of behavior or cause the entity discomfort. SCP-6453 will use its hands, feet, and mouth to knead, mold, and chew its waste into a hollow square box, which it will then fill with additional excrement. The end result of this process is designated SCP-6453-1. The majority of SCP-6453’s activity is composed of vacating its bowels, subsequent sculpting, and consumption of excess material. SCP-6453 verbally communicates with a limited understanding of the English language, but demonstrates awareness of social cues and its surroundings through body language and guttural vocalizations. The only words SCP-6453 has spoken thus far have been the names of prominent American politicians. Examples of such names include Herbert Hoover, Ronald Reagan, Nancy Pelosi, and Ross Perot. No discernible pattern or preference of any sort has been derived from these names. When an instance of SCP-6453-1 is left untouched for a duration of two minutes, it will disappear entirely. The object will then reappear at the present location of its intended recipient, as stated by SCP-6453 upon “completing” an SCP-6453-1 instance. Physical contact with SCP-6453-1 prior to the delivery process interrupts the item’s disappearance. No disease has resulted from a recipient coming into contact with a “delivered” SCP-6453-1 instance. Addendum.6453.1: History The phenomenon of SCP-6453-1 instances appearing before American politicians has been documented since 1863, when President Abraham Lincoln awoke to find a box of excrement in his bed, resulting in a domestic incident between the President and his wife. Days later, a SCP-6453-1 instance manifested and dropped on the head of Chief Justice Roger B. Taney during a Supreme Court hearing. The ensuing investigation was headed by the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI), and while thousands of cases were documented and covered up over the years, a source or explanation for the phenomenon remained unknown until 2017, when the U.S Army discovered SCP-6453 residing in an ice hole on Mt. Everest during an investigation of unrelated anomalous phenomena. Initial report follows. SUMMARIZED AFTER-ACTION REPORT XE12H The first thing we noticed was the smell. Even through the filtration equipment, about a half hour out from the cave, it was there, and it grew stronger with every step we took. Inside, the stench was overwhelming. Carross, Jackson, and Potekin passed out, while the rest of us were struggling to breathe the entire time. It was shit, as far as we could see. Shit on the ground, shit dripping from the ceiling, shit that was discolored and runny, and shit that was frozen over. Some of it was piled into mounds, and some of it was thrown across the cave, molded into half-finished shapes and designs. It wasn’t ordinary excrement either. It was laced with mucus and blood, and if you looked close enough, you’d see tiny bugs crawling around in the shit piles, living in turd castles their colonies called home. If you didn’t watch your step over some of the more uneven, steep terrain, you’d find yourself face-down in a puddle of liquid-brown. In the distance, we heard the deep, strained cries of the entity, tempting us to explore the ice-hole deeper. After about 5 minutes of wading through waste of varying consistencies, including a knee-deep bog of diarrhea and a tunnel of shit that we had to crawl through, we funneled into a foyer. There it was. A great ape, squatting on the ground with its legs outstretched, attempting to relieve itself atop a mountain of hardened, black excrement. Its cries echoed throughout the cave, as did the plopping sound of a freshly squeezed pile of feces seconds later. When I say this monkey’s butthole was blown out, I mean that its prolapsed anus, the size of a man’s head, was practically dragging on the floor. Then it noticed us, and with arms outstretched, offered some of its waste. We tried to back away, but the entity became aggressive. Lieeman fired, and the rest of us followed suit. Its skin was as tough as its shit. I radioed for backup, but I knew it’d be hours before we could be rescued. The thing made us watch. They said we were in there for less than six hours, but time works differently when you’re covered in Yeti crap from head to toe. The monkey would shit, and then play with the shit, and then once it was molded into a shit-box, it’d toss it over to us and scream out George Bush’s name. We’re not sure if it wanted the father or the son. Then it’d snatch the box back, cock its head all disappointed-like, and smash it to pieces. Sometimes it got aggressive and flung the shit back at us, or tried to get us to eat it. Smashing its maggot-infested, bloody, stinking shit up against our respirators and rubbing it in our hair. God, I can still taste it. If one of us vomited, it’d get all excited, scoop up the puke, and mash it in with the shit. It was a goddamn nightmare. Eventually, they airlifted us out. The yeti gave chase, but it lost interest as soon as we stepped out of the cave. We opened communications with the UIU first, but a Foundation representative was on-site within the hour. Right now, half of my team is getting their stomach pumped in the medical bay, while the other half still haven’t left the showers. That thing’s poop was in my mouth. I ate its feces. After an assessment of its behaviors and understanding the correlation between previously documented incidents and the entity, the Foundation attempted to take custody of SCP-6453. This was deterred by the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU), who argued that SCP-6453 was liable to be charged with the harassment of countless prominent political figures, and its containment would fall under the jurisdiction of the federal government. After an extensive legal battle and diplomatic discourse between the Foundation and the Unusual Incidents Unit, custody of SCP-6453 was given to the Foundation. In an official memo, the UIU cited that the entity was “…unable to recognize any consequences placed upon it”, and felt that containment was a waste of resources. Current containment procedures were put in place following the Foundation’s cataloging of the anomaly. Addendum.6453.2: Interview Log In an attempt to understand SCP-6453’s motivations for the continued harassment of political figures, an interview was held. »BEGIN LOG« Dr. McFarland, dressed in a HAZMAT suit, stands inside the foyer of SCP-6453’s cavern, taking notes. He is covered in excrement. SCP-6453 is sitting in a corner, smashing its waste into formation. Dr. McFarland: SCP-6453, what’s, uh, what’s going on? SCP-6453 looks up at McFarland and motions the doctor forward. McFarland follows. Dr. McFarland: Who’s this one for? SCP-6453: BILL CLINTON. Dr. McFarland: Bill Clinton, right. So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the point of all this? Why do you send these out? SCP-6453 grunts and delivers what is believed to be an explanation. The entity gesticulates and verbalizes for an extended period of time, occasionally smearing crude symbols onto the wall using its excrement-covered hands. After five minutes of uninterrupted elaboration, SCP-6453 draws what is clearly intended to be a ‘heart’ shape around a simplistic figure of a human holding a square. Dr. McFarland: I see… SCP-6453 stops sculpting, and stares at the box it has molded. The entity screams in frustration and slams it into the cavern wall. The entity puts its head to its knees, and remains in this position for a period of time. Dr. McFarland is unable to communicate with SCP-6453 for the duration of the interview. »END LOG« Researcher’s Note: My observation of SCP-6453 has shown that the anomaly is not only remarkably intelligent, but also appears to view the objects it molds its excrement into with a sense of pride. Its creative ambition is reminiscent of the human artist, including periods of intensive self-reflection and bursts of inspiration. SCP-6453 deliberates on an SCP-6453-1 instance heavily before it's “complete”, though the criteria by which it measures success remain unknown. On average, SCP-6453 finishes an SCP-6453-1 instance and prepares it for delivery about twice a week. - Dr. R. McFarland Addendum.6453.3: Behavior Report Statement to Area-179 Re: SCP-6453 Prepared by Dr. R. McFarland 2017/11/12 For months, SCP-6453 has been led to believe that an instance of SCP-6453-1, upon completion, is delivered to its intended recipient. The entity’s trusting nature, undoubtedly due to our non-aggressive approach in interacting with it, has enabled us to safely dispose of SCP-6453-1 instances via an on-site incinerator unit after they are handed to us. Over the past three weeks, SCP-6453 has displayed uncharacteristic behavior akin to depression and intense lethargy found in humans. Examples include sleeping for more than twelve hours a day, decreased productivity, refusal of food— including its own excrement— and a total lack of creative activity. Attempts to communicate with SCP-6453 have been met with dismissal and sometimes aggression. I believe the reason for this abrupt shift in behavior can be traced to an event that occurred a day before SCP-6453 began displaying noticeable changes in its demeanor. A transcript has been included below. The security door installed on the front of SCP-6453’s cave slides open, and two Foundation security guards — Kowitz and Horn— enter, each outfitted with a ventilated HAZMAT suit. The interior is littered with excrement, which coats the walls and floors in every direction. SCP-6453 sits at the center, repeatedly punching a wad excrement in order for it to fit inside the "box" it had sculpted earlier. Kowitz: Hey, big guy. SCP-6453 vocalizes a deep grunt as it spatters a "lid" on top of the SCP-6453-1 instance. Kowitz: You got something for us? SCP-6453 lifts itself from the ground and approaches the two guards, outstretching its arms repeatedly, thrusting the SCP-6453-1 instance towards them. Kowitz: Woah, look at you go! Who's this one for? SCP-6453: TED CRUZ. Kowitz: Ted Cruz? Alright, I'll make sure he gets it. Have a good one, fella! SCP-6453 nods, grunts, and returns to the center of the cave, where it assumes a squatting position and prepares to produce more excrement. Horn: Carl. What’s the fucking deal with this thing? Kowitz: The abominable shitman? Uh, what do you mean? He’s a big, stinky bigfoot that mails his poop to politicians. What else do you need to know? Horn: Yeah, but what’s the point? What’s his motivation? The whole concept just seems so crude and juvenile. Kowitz: I don’t make the rules, bud. I just help enforce them. If stuff was comprehensible, we wouldn’t be calling it anomalous. Just is. Come on, we got a delivery to make for Mr. Cruz! Kowitz puts emphasis on the last sentence. SCP-6453 grunts from the corner and waves. Horn: Alright, let’s burn this shit. Did I tell you the flames accidentally nicked me last time? Still can’t feel my pinky. (Laughs) SCP-6453 stares and tilts its head at the two of them. Kowitz hits Horn and coughs loudly. He pushes him out of the cave as the two exit the chamber to incinerate the SCP-6453-1 instance. Kowitz and Horn were both reprimanded for an informational security breach in regards to the incineration of the SCP-6453-1 instances, a process intended to be kept hidden from SCP-6453 to ensure compliance. In the days following, SCP-6453 began to display its current behavior patterns, and directly indicated that Horn’s statement affected it profusely. Attempts to convince SCP-6453 that its excrement was being delivered to its intended recipients were met with failure and bouts of aggression from the entity. A transcript of my latest attempt at communication with SCP-6453 is included below. Dr. McFarland enters the innermost chamber of the cave. SCP-6453 does not acknowledge the doctor’s presence. Instead, it sits on a clump of excrement in front of a pile of waste molded into the shape of a desk and a computer. The entity haphazardly “clicks” a mouse made of its waste. Dr. McFarland: Hey, how are you doing? SCP-6453 collapses forward, breaking through the waste structures and falling to the floor. It groans. As this is a clear case of containment-induced depression, I’m wondering if there is anything you, or the rest of the Integration Project4 board can do for us here? Thank you for your consideration. The above document was received by Area-179 and discussed by the board over several meetings. A potential solution was pitched to the necessary channels, and was met with hesitation, but passed regardless. Area-179 Integration Project Board Dr. R. McFarland, After much deliberation and a few called-in favors, we managed to work something out. I’ve attached the preparation document below. It’s not integration, exactly, but it’s definitely going to be a quality-of-life improvement for our filthy fellow. Now, the Overseer Council may be stretching the definition of what a prominent American political figure is, but when you think about it, SCP-6453 should be ecstatic at the prospects here. Give it a look when you can. [SCP-6453 Rehabilitation Planner] Dr. J. Dune Area-179 Site Director On 2018/2/12, after weeks of preparation, available members of the Overseer Council gathered at Secure Facility Site-025 for a conference. Curated transcript follows. O5-12, O5-2, O5-7, O5-8, and O5-3 are seated in an ornate conference room, all wearing ventilated HAZMAT suits. Several armed personnel stand guard. O5-2: I can’t believe this actually passed. O5-12: It’s… good press? Like a Make-A-Wish kid. O5-2: We are the fucking press, Twelve. O5-7: It’ll be over quickly. If it keeps the turd cryptid happy and healthy, it’s not a total waste. Besides, we do owe the Board a favor for that whole… invasion incident a while back. Dr. McFarland enters the room, smiling. Dr. McFarland: Overseers! It’s time! Again, the Integration Board graciously thanks you for your audience and assistance in SCP-6453’s containment. Uh, we hope you find this experience eye-opening. May we present to you SCP-6453. SCP-6453 enters the room, wearing a heavily stained tuxedo. The entity ecstatically vocalizes and gesticulates to the conference table. SCP-6453: [DATA EXPUNGED]6 SCP-6453 rushes over to O5-7 and begins shaking the Overseer’s hand. Dr. McFarland: You’re his favorite Reconstruction-era president, Seven! O5-7: O-Oh, it’s always nice to meet a fan in this day and age. O5-7 looks at the dirtied glove of his suit, which is now covered in excrement. An armed guard wheels in a large box. SCP-6453 opens it. Dr. McFarland: And what we all gathered here for. SCP-6453’s handmade artwork, made especially for the Council. He hopes you will appreciate it. SCP-6453 triumphantly vocalizes and beats its hands against its chest. It retrieves five instances of SCP-6453-1 from the box and passes them out to each Overseer. Each gift is accompanied by a hand-shake, or in O5-7’s case, a hug. O5-12: Oh, thank you, SCP-6453. These are truly magnificent. O5-2 vomits inside their suit. McFarland gestures to the Overseers to clap, and the room collectively applauds SCP-6453. SCP-6453 begins crying. Chemical analysis later determined the tears to be watery stool. SCP-6453: THANK YOU. SCP-6453’s presentation to the Council proved to successfully better the anomaly’s temperament and state of mind. SCP-6453 now focuses its efforts on crafting SCP-6453-1 instances solely for the Overseer Council, as well as other prominent Foundation personnel embedded in American politics, to receive. As a result, the Integration Program has determined that these presentations are to occur monthly to ensure proper mental health for SCP-6453. A gallery of SCP-6453-1 instances has been erected inside Secure Facility Site-02. Footnotes 1. Though SCP-6453’s fur has been heavily stained and matted to the point of discoloration. 2. Type 1 indicates hard, separate, clumped stool, associated with severe constipation. Type 2 refers to clumped stool, with a sausage-like shape. Type 3 is similar to type 2, but displays interstices on its surface. Type 4 is entirely smooth, with considerable length in comparison to previous types. Type 5 are separated, soft globules indicating fiber deprivation. Type 6 has a loose consistency with sharper edges, commonly found in mild cases of diarrhea. Type 7 is a watery movement, with no solid stool. 3. Consumption of one’s own feces. 4. A committee of researchers at Area-179 who focus on ethical accommodations, rehabilitation efforts, and potential integration into the Foundation’s command structure for contained anomalies. 5. An unlisted facility staffed exclusively by high-ranking Foundation personnel, used to store and research anomalies of the highest sensitivity to Foundation security. 6. SCP-6453 demonstrates awareness of all of the present overseers' identities as prominent political figures, stating their common names. Removed for security purposes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6453" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6453. Licensed under CC-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: icehole Name: File:Lovenbreen Ice cave 8.JPG Author: Superchilum License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: wikimedia commons Filename: everest Name: Mount Everest from Kalapatthar. Author: Pavel Novak License: CC-BY-SA-2.5 Source Link: wikimedia commons
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The air tilts at a sickening angle. The streets are crowded, yet empty. Cold, yet sharp. Up, yet left. The Painting That Ate Paris, Texas SCP-6454 — The Painting That Ate Paris, Texas "In the name of Duchamp and Tzara and Breton, in all the names of that sweet celestial host but most of all in the blessed name of Saint Arthur Cravan, the nihilist martyr, we offer you… The Painting That Ate Paris!" 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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } ITEM#: SCP-6454 LEVEL▼▼ Double Unsecret SATIATION CLASS: starveling SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: amida RISK CLASS: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-6454 (behind a lemonade stand), shortly after eating Paris, Texas. Surrealistic Contrapment Policies: SCP-6454 is to be contained within the north-left wing of Site-⌘'s anart.A word which here means "anomalous art," "anxious arthropod," or "ah! an artist!" gallery, right between the stuffed heads of those dogs that play poker and the box where we keep Monet's real paintings..I'm not allowed to describe them here, but they're quite saucy, I'll have you know. When interpreting or critiquing SCP-6454, viewers are not to use the following terms: Color Shape Texture Emotion Depth Paint Personnel are not to feed SCP-6454 if it requests food in a manner that could be considered impolite— like screaming, telekinetically yanking some poor sod's limbs off, or devouring the entire facility again..It can never keep us down, mind. Like a children's toy from any fast food restaurant, Site-⌘ is a choking hazard. If SCP-6454 requests food politely.As it is a painting and cannot speak, a "polite request" is composed of pleasing weather patterns and freeform jazz. it is to be fed immediately. Watching SCP-6454 eat isn't disallowed, but let's just say the roving glass storms aren't the only reason why we have so many emergency eye-wash stations in our art gallery..Trust me when I say you're not missing out. There is a downright distressing amount of slime involved in the process. SCP-6454 can be fed pretty much anything on hand, with the following exceptions: Milk products.Lactose intolerance. Anything in sets of prime numbers Mirrors Trickle-down economics Feet.Lack-toes intolerance. Windows The flayed corpse of God The Spanglish Inquisition Butterflies Lists.I threw some lists into this document to prevent SCP-6454 from chowing down on it. You're welcome. Photo of SCP-6454 (with lens cap) in containment. Description: SCP-6454 is a 1.5 meter by 1 meter canvas painting.See attached image to the right. that was discovered on 07/28/2017 in the center of a ~59.65 km2 expanse that previously held the landscape of Paris, Texas. It is not currently known how SCP-6454 was created, who/what created it, or how arrived in Paris..Investigators claim that it's probably not important anyway and that they'd like to see you try, if you're so smart. All that is currently known about this event is that when SCP-6454 ate Paris, it only left behind 9-year-old Mary Ashling's handmade lemonade stand..See attached image above. Ashling is currently in Foundation custody, pending interrogation. Addendum 6454+1: MTF Logs Shortly after Paris, Texas' disappearance was made known to the Foundation, Mobile Task Force ⌘-0.25 ("Doomed Patrol") was dispatched to retrieve SCP-6454 and ascertain the whereabouts of Paris' inhabitants. Exploration Team: MTF ⌘-0.25 Subject: SCP-6454 Team Lead: Vincent Von Vincent Team Members: Abthony South (Navigator), Sasha Escher (Anart Specialist), The Late Octavia Key (Ghost Lawyer) Sasha Escher EXTERIOR: A VAST WASTELAND. MIDDAY. [The sound of dirt, tiny rocks, and beetle shells crunching underfoot. The faint stench of boredom. MTF ⌘-0.25 strolls towards Ashling's lemonade stand. Their transport.A vintage 1973 Volkswagen Beetle half-embeded in the week-old corpse of an antarctic minke whale. lies not far behind them in a smoking wreck.] Escher: —both at the same time?! [Delighted.] South, you dog! South: I— yes. What? Vincent: Heads up, everyone. Our bodycams just switched on. I set them to only record when interesting things are happening, so keep your third eyes peeled. Copy? South: Copy. Key: Copy. Escher: Copied! [The group nears the lemonade stand. SCP-6454 is leaned up against it in plain sight.] Key: This is the anomaly, yes? South: Looks a bit shit. Vincent: What's your read on this, Escher? [Escher scrapes a bit of paint off of SCP-6454 with her fingernail and pops it into her mouth. She hums thoughtfully.] Escher: [Thoughtful.] Hmmmmm. Escher: It's alive, but dormant right now after a big meal. Hasn't yet gotten to digesting, either, which is good for the Tex… Escher: Texans? Texites? [Pause.] Texicans! Vincent: Is there a way we could enter the painting without being eaten? Escher: 'Course. It's like this: art is a mirror, yeah? Reflects the dark heart of man or whatever. The question is: is your reflection in there… Abthony South (right) and SCP-6454 (left, covered by a slightly larger picture) INTERIOR: PARIS, TEXAS. UN-DAY. Escher: …or out here? [The sky is the spoiled yellow of the hollow sun's oceanic kidneys. Paris has been made wrong, or inside-out, or destroyed and replaced with a perfect replica, but you know, you just know that something is off. The air tilts at a sickening angle. The streets are crowded, yet empty. Cold, yet sharp. Up, yet left.] Escher: Great work, me. Key: I feel like I'm gonna yarf. South: …Can you even do that? Key: You don't want to find out. Escher: I do. Vincent: Focus. We need to find the location that the anomaly began eating from. Key: Why? Vincent: Because the end is always found at the beginning, where the end is. Or the middle, sometimes. Vincent: Obviously. South: I'll lead us there. Vincent: Have you picked up a scent? South: [Hastily shoving the script to SCP-6454 into his back pocket.] Sure, we'll call it that. Octavia Key, two weeks prior to Department of Surrealistics recruitment. OUTERIOR: EIFFEL TOWER WEARING A COWBOY HAT. (NO, REALLY.) NOONISH. [The Eiffel Tower heaves with the bodies of SCP-6454's gut microbiota. They crawl and twist and shiver, a postmodern swirl of color and light stretched, membrane-thin, across the bars of the tower. They are a bookshelf made bare, a prosthetic hand without fingers, a frozen plum.] South: We won't be able to do anything about Paris with these things swarming the place. Vincent: Agreed. Key? Key: I'll handle it. [Key steps forward, crackling ectoplasmic energy alighting in the gelid furnace of her chest. The caverns of her eyes shine with bright darkness as the dead begin to manifest around her. The corpses of conversations, relationships, moments, moods.] South: [Glancing at the camera.] This is going to be really good. [Key calls to the dead and they rise to meet it, crawling up into the world of the living through the temple of her vocal chords. A carcass legion drags itself from the muck of charnel realities, its teeth stained with moss, its blades encased in rust. With a single voice, the dead speak.] Key: WE WOULD LIKE TO NEGOTIATE. South: South: Wait, wha— Vincent Von Vincent (probably) EXTRATERIOR: CONFERENCE ROOM B12. 25:64 PM. [The group sits with several nondescript lawyers in a generic conference room. What, you want a word picture about this, too?] SCP-6454 Microbiota Representative: I think I can say with certainty that our clients will be quite pleased with this arrangement. [South looks around, confused.] South: When did we get here? Key: So long as Paris is returned to the "real world" with all of its inhabitants intact, my people will say the same. Escher: You can say that again! South: Why would she say that agai— hold on. [South pages through the script, silently mouthing out words as he speed-reads.] Vincent: All's well that ends well! [Everyone laughs. Freeze frame.] [Everyone laughs. Freeze frame.] South: South: South: Seriously, what the fu— CREDITS. Addendum 6454+2: Paris Recovery Shortly after Paris, Texas was removed from the painting, Class B and Class ⌘ amnestics were applied to the city via an old-timey biplane flying overhead with two open buckets..Class B amnestics remove memories from people. Class ⌘ amnestics remove memories from places. At time of writing, Paris has been successfully rezippered and returned to consensus (un)reality. Addendum 6454+3: Addendum 6454+4 A standard size postage stamp has been discovered on the back of SCP-6454. The following text was written on it in large block capitals with mango-scented marker: Greetings and saluditations, fellow reprobates! I must say, I am rather disappointed with you! Here I thought this "Department of Surrealistics" shared our ideals— when it turns out you're just like the rest of those fun-hating Foundation fuddy-duddies. You really ought to loosen up. Life's a party, after all, and we're all invited! Live a little! Take a risk! Steal from your workplace! Feed a city full of thinking, feeling people to a malevolent painting! We were going to invite you to our semi-annual barbecue & knitting tournament, you know. I had a roast pig stored in my cold oven.An appliance that people who are wrong call a "fridge." just for you!.Oh, but I do enjoy these footnotes! There's no need to worry about hard or harmed feelings, however. We meant to send the painting to that other Paris, but someone who's about to lose their job (among many, many other things) got the aim wrong. If anything, we owe you for cleaning up our mistake! You can keep the painting— consider it my gift to you. Hugs and kisses, Rataplan R. 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by stormbreath Item#: 6455 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Eagle Rock neighborhood of Los Angeles. Primary locus for SCP-6455 murders. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is, at present, unaware of a viable long-term containment strategy for SCP-6455. Containment teams are currently working on devising potential means to permanently contain SCP-6455, or contain SCP-6455 for an extended period of time. The cremains of SCP-6455-N are interred at the Site-19 Morgue, in the reality-anchored sector. Description: SCP-6455 is a recurring series of anomalous murders, perpetrated in the same style and manner as SCP-6455-N. SCP-6455-N was an anomalous serial killer active in Los Angeles County between 1965 and 1976, prior to his capture by the Foundation. SCP-6455-N was previously designated as SCP-6455 and was reclassified as SCP-6455-N following his suicide in 1984. On average, SCP-6455 events occur once every three months. Since their initial manifestation, the occurrence rate of events has been gradually increasing. Generally, SCP-6455 events are localized to the Greater Los Angeles metropolitan area, but events linked to SCP-6455 have been discovered as far north as Seattle, Washington and as far east as Denver, Colorado. All confirmed SCP-6455 events have occurred in the United States of America. Murders that occur as part of SCP-6455 frequently leave behind non-identifying evidence, and materially change and disturb the scenes of the crime, as if a killer had been present. However, no cases that occur as part of SCP-6455 have an actual perpetrator, and all associated evidence is instead generated spontaneously by SCP-6455. In no instances has identifying evidence been left behind: no fingerprints, biological evidence, or personal effects. SCP-6455-N was a white American male (1941-1984), known to the public as the "Eagle Rock Doppelganger" and the "Los Angeles Mimic" (ERD/LAM). SCP-6455-N killed for the first time in 1960 while living in Yuma, Arizona, but did not commit any further murders until moving to Los Angeles in 1965, following which he began to commit a series of murders and assaults. SCP-6455-N possessed a minor antimemetic property which caused crucial evidence linking him to his crimes to be ignored, misremembered, or misinterpreted. This antimemetic effect was significantly stronger on police officers and detectives. Testimony from Youssef Sayed Chief Investigator of SCP-6455 Formerly SCP Antimemetics Division Before we got involved in the case, everybody thought that ERD/LAM was one of the most genius killers the country had ever seen. But here's the thing: SCP-6455-N was never that fucking bright. Yes, he was able to commit fifty-three verified murders and sixteen verified attempts over the course of nine years — a decent showing for a serial killer — but the man was a fucking idiot. Everything he got away with he got away with because the cops couldn't put the clues together. I remember the first time I investigated one of his crime scenes, just after we linked the case to antimemetics. I flew into Los Angeles, hopped up on mnestics and at full awareness. Mnestics sharpen your senses like a whetstone, and I spent my days hyperfixating on grains of sand. There were four of us on the team, and we were like a pack of dogs, ready to find the slightest, smallest hint of a clue that ERD/LAM had left behind. If there was anything, we were going to find it and pick it apart. I walked into the house and took a look at the little table next to the door. There was library card that I didn't think anything of it. But one of my colleagues happened to take a peek — it didn't belong to the owner of the house. A quick check of the library card's owner and we found ERD/LAM the next day. Folded as soon as we came to talk. He'd left his damn library card at the scene of the crime. Out in the open. The cops just didn't notice. He only got away with it as long as he did because he had a blessing keeping him around. The fact it worked better on cops, well. That only helped him more. Everything he got away with was luck, just luck. The modus operandi of SCP-6455-N was to stalk victims and their houses long-term, in order to establish when they would be leaving and entering the house. Victims were normally unmarried without any other cohabitating individuals. When they left the house, SCP-6455-N would enter, wait for them to return, and then execute them with a handgun upon their return. While occupying a residence, SCP-6455-N would normally pretend to be the victim, mimicking their life and performing household tasks for them, such as feeding pets, watering plants and doing loads of laundry. These actions led to public media initially referring to SCP-6455-N as the Eagle Rock Doppelganger, and later as the Los Angeles Mimic (after he had begun to attack a broader area in the city). You have to understand: SCP-6455-N was sloppy. Unimaginably. He spent hours in people's houses. He was spotted by neighbors, but his anomaly convinced them he was somebody else. His fingerprints absolutely covered every inch of a house - he never once wore gloves inside. I managed to find a few times that the dogs, knowing he was a intruder, bit him and drew blood that got into the carpet. The police just ignored it. Not hidden in the slightest, but they couldn't notice it. He didn't get away with all of the murders, it's worth noting, but that didn't help us. When we finally caught SCP-6455-N, I went to one of the few survivors to confirm what happened. She was shaken up by it, but willing to talk to us. But she couldn't remember his face, or his voice. He wasn't wearing a mask. He had stood there looking at her before he shot her and ran — she got a good look at his face, but couldn't remember it. She was shaken up by that. She had seen him — rather well, in fact. But that didn't help her. She didn't understand why she didn't remember his face. Just wanted to know what he looked like. Can you imagine not wearing a mask while on a serial killing spree? And then letting a victim see you, and not even confirm you killed her? It's baffling to me, but I suppose you don't need to cover your tracks when you're able to get away with it. SCP-6455-N was one of the first antimemetic anomalies found by the newly formed Antimemetics Division in 1976. While reviewing potential anomalies, the ERD/LAM case was flagged as being likely to have some measure of antimemetic involvement. Despite the mannerisms of the killer being likely to leave identifying evidence (and as later determined, did indeed leave such evidence), no leads had been generated in the case. Antimemetics Division Agents, including Youssef Sayed, were embedded into the Los Angeles Police Department to investigate the murder. These agents were able to quickly determine the identity of SCP-6455-N and led to his capture by the Foundation. The general public was left unaware of the discovery of SCP-6455-N's identity, or that he had been captured. Addendum A: Manifestation of SCP-6455 For the first three years following the capture of SCP-6455-N, no further incidents occurred. However, in 1979, a murder case with identical modus operandi took place. The Antimemetics Division was deployed to investigate, but was unable to find any evidence, even when under the influence of strong mnestic drugs. It was baffling. What was left at the scene was basically what you would have seen at the scene of the crime if you weren't on mnestics. It looked like we were in the shoes that the cops had been in; a staggering lack of anything resembling evidence. So we tore the place to shreds, pouring over every last fragment of evidence we could. We kept insisting to each other that there had to be actual evidence somewhere at the scene, but we couldn't find it. We were haunted by the idea that we were on the wrong side of the punch this time, that something had managed to surpass our strongest mnestics. Haunted by ERD/LAM, even though we knew he was rotting away in a prison cell, never again to see the light of day. Z-Class mnestics. The strongest there is, universally lethal. But you will remember everything. Put some D-Class on them, and set them to work in the houses. Is there anything here that puts a buzzing behind your eyes? Anything that isn't in that unforgettable ultra high definition in your sight? But it was never there, not a single thread we hadn't noticed. Should we count them as victims of SCP-6455? Or is that just an attempt to deflect the blame from ourselves? But there were no antimemes: the evidence was genuinely missing and you couldn't make it come back. No matter what you did, no matter how many lives you ruined in the process. Due to the apparent lack of antimemetic influence, Agent Sayed left the Antimemetics Division to lead a joint task force comprised of members of a variety of Foundation Divisions, with the sole mission of investigating SCP-6455. Several possible explanations for the continued crime scheme were initially developed by the this task force, but each had serious issues that resulted in them discarded. Explanations of several of the strongest initial theories, developed in the first decade of SCP-6455 occurrences (1979-1989), follow below. The initial theory developed by the Foundation was that SCP-6455-N had spontaneously developed a new ability to anomalously project his influence beyond his physical reach. This theory was initially unpopular, as it did not follow from the known anomaly of SCP-6455-N (a weak antimemetic effect) and SCP-6455-N did not have any knowledge of anomalous workings or thaumaturgy. Further, changing SCP-6455-N's containment cell to a reality-anchored chamber did not abate SCP-6455. Finally, SCP-6455-N displayed no knowledge of any of the new cases. This theory was formally rejected in 1984, when SCP-6455-N committed suicide in his containment chamber. When SCP-6455 events continued to occur, it was surmised that the above theory was insufficient. The idea of SCP-6455-N having become a spectral entity was briefly suspected, but rejected when the crime scenes had no evidence of ectoplasm or any spectral interference. The next theory was that of a copy-cat killer, with similar but stronger abilities to SCP-6455-N. Given the need for such a killer to have abilities stronger than any currently developed mnestic drugs, this theory was not taken as particularly likely. This theory was rejected after a triple occurrence of three murders on the same day in Los Angeles, Phoenix and Las Vegas. The Antimemetics Division concluded it was near-impossible that there were multiple individuals with the relevant antimemetic abilities. We couldn't figure it out. We couldn't figure it out for over a decade. I had started on the Antimemetics Division, but my experience with this case led to me working on a special task that only investigated this case, as a joint task force. We were the best of the best, from every field in the Foundation and allied with the UIU and Coalition. Trying to come to the bottom of this. There was just … nothing to go on, forever. No evidence. Just continued pain and suffering. The victims kept piling up, but the killer was nowhere to be found. And of course, the general public knew about him. Still knows about him. He wasn't a secret back in the day, and we didn't think it was worth it to cover it up back in the day. Whenever a new victim is found — I go to the funerals and the vigils. Every few months, except when it enters one of those rare and feared lull phases. One of the more public members of the task force goes up to make empty promises to everyone that they'll catch ERD/LAM this time, that his decades long reign of terror is over. That this time we're going to fix it. I look straight into the eyes of parents from the most recent killing, and then go and repeat myself to parents from the oldest killings. It never gets easier. Addendum B: Operational Theory of SCP-6455 It was not until 1991, twelve years after the initial manifestation of SCP-6455 events, that a workable theory as to the occurrence of SCP-6455 was developed. During a Foundation conference, Youssef Sayed met with Doctor Solomon Keller, an experienced noospherics researcher. Dr. Keller had recently been performing investigation into noospheric to material crossover — thoughtforms from the noosphere powerful or developed enough to have impact in the material world. Agent Sayed invited Dr. Keller to join the SCP-6455 Task Force, in order to see if there was any possible link between Dr. Keller's theories and the murders. While investigating the first SCP-6455 event to occur following Dr. Keller joining the team, significant evidence was found to confirm this possibility. Residual evidence at the scene of the crime was consistent with Dr. Keller's hypothesized residuals of noospheric interference. With evidence found supporting Dr. Keller's theory, the SCP-6455 Task Force began investigation into the responsible thoughtform. This led to the discovery of a metastasized complex in the noosphere, which was deemed responsible for SCP-6455. The year is 1991. I'm always looking for new people to join the task force — new branches of study, new angles we didn't consider. We weren't getting anywhere with how we were handling it, despite all of our efforts. That took me to one of those conferences, one of the big ones that everyone attends. I'm at a bar one night, having a drink and explaining the problems of the field, talking to one Doctor Solomon Keller. I didn't expect to get anything from the conversation — just a chance to vent at my frustrations. He pauses for a moment and tells me he has an idea. My background is in antimemetics. I dealt with forgetting things. I wasn't an expert in remembering them. He thinks that our problem is in the infamy, the presence that ERD/LAM has in the collective unconsciousness. He asks if he can come onto the team and do a little investigation. He has some theories that might just be applicable to the case. One week. He was on the team for one week before we solved it. And it was worse than we could have pictured. The thought complex is a collection of fear and dread, balled around ERD/LAM. It has no active connection to SCP-6455-N — in fact, everything we know about him is entirely absent. It is only based on his killings, and then the killings that happened after we caught him. It all builds into this shape, this unknown entity that remains in people's imaginations long after the case happened. This whole time, I was looking for a culprit. And then I finally found one, but it wasn't exactly alive. But Dr. Keller told me this thoughtform was being actively maintained, and I thought "Great!". So we just had to catch the people thinking this thing up, and we've got it. But that's the thing: it's not intentional. It's the relatives of victims. The people who nearly got away. The dozen or so survivors. It's me, and my task force. The focus we had on catching him, the eternal hunt that never went anywhere. We're scared. And our fear built up, and became this thing. The research of Dr. Keller led to the conclusion that SCP-6455 was occurring due to unresolved trauma from SCP-6455-N's lack of public capture. Given that the Foundation, upon initially apprehending SCP-6455-N, did not release information surrounding his capture or publicly announce they had done so, SCP-6455-N was still believed to be at large. The initial SCP-6455 murders only served to reinforce this belief, and perpetuated the idea that SCP-6455-N was still active. The thoughtform complex that causes SCP-6455 events has since become largely detached from SCP-6455-N himself. The lack of any publicly available information surrounding SCP-6455-N has led to popular conception of ERD/LAM working entirely from the murders he perpetrated, rather than his actual traits. Further, it has become recursive: as of 2022, the complex is more influenced by itself than it ever was by SCP-6455-N. Additionally, the thoughtform complex has been exacerbated by the prevalence of true crime media speculation regarding ERD/LAM. Such media inflates the myth of SCP-6455-N and allows the thoughtform complex to grow in size and reach. The reach, size and modus operandi of SCP-6455 events have become broader than the original pattern of events perpetrated by SCP-6455-N. Addendum C: Today's Situation Testimony from Solomon Keller Assistant Investigator of SCP-6455 SCP Noospherics Division So where does this leave us, we might ask? We have found our killer, but what are we to do? How are we to help the victims, both past and present and future? Forget the question of containment, for a minute — although it is not entirely out of place — and let us briefly discuss the idea of aid, and assistance. How can we help? It is the first step we must take. This is, after all, our own fault. We are responsible for this mess. There is, in truth, little we can do. We cannot go back in time and solve the problem that led to this mess, as much as we wish we could. When the Foundation caught ERD/LAM in 1976, we didn't tell anyone. We didn't inform the public that they could stop cowering under their beds. Nobody realized they were safe. The fear remained. The pain didn't go away. And so now, we find ourselves forty years after the fact with the wounds he left still raw. And worse, he is still making scars, he is still lashing out beyond the grave. Yes, it is not him — but it is his legacy, and it was forged in his shape, in his image. I must be honest: I don't think we can fix this. We cannot release the fact that we caught ERD/LAM all those years ago. It's been decades, and we just swept it under the rug the first time. That's the one single silver bullet we have that could feasibly kill the thoughtform, but it's not an option for us — we're so tied up in our Masquerade that we can't even consider it. We tried it — at least partially, back in the day. We pulled a D-Class off death row, dosed him up with drugs to ruin his memory, and then framed him for some of the most recent murders. We couldn't frame him for all of them — some of SCP-6455's murders conflict, and no human could be responsible for both. It worked, at first. Murders slowed down, and we went two years without an event. But people realized: "Hey. The suspect they got couldn't have killed two people in LA and Vegas on the same day. There has to be another culprit." And the thoughtform came roaring back to life. There are options to winnow down the thoughtform and hurt it, but where do we begin with that? Are we to remove memory of one of the worst serial killers in American history from the public consciousness? To stomp out a popular true crime subject? The last I checked there were no less than a dozen popular podcasts just about this one case. Half a dozen documentaries about him, and a new one coming out on HBO next year. Each one of those hurts. Are we to remove the memories from the victims themselves? To leave them with the trauma and without any idea of why? There are more victims now than there were back then, and there were enough in 1979 to start this whole mess. What are we to do? What can we do when we did all we could to prevent wounds from healing, and then act shocked when those wounds bleed? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6455" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6455. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/6456 LEVEL 3/6456 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6456 Euclid SCP-6456 demonstrating use of its abilities. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6456 is stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-17. Modifications: Walls of chamber have been fireproofed. No flammable materials permitted into containment chamber. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6456 is Taylor Reeves, a 47-year-old white male capable of pyrokinesis. SCP-6456 uses thought and physical motion to affect the flow of heat, effectively giving them the ability to manifest and control fire. This ability is limited by SCP-6456's own energy; extended use of their anomaly appears to be highly taxing and results in a higher-than-normal caloric intake. SCP-6456 is non-hostile, and has been cooperative with containment efforts. Addendum 6456.1 INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWER: Doctor Harold Temrey SUBJECT: SCP-6456 «BEGIN LOG» TEMREY: Good afternoon, SCP-6456. SCP-6456: Hey, Doctor. TEMREY: How are we doing today? SCP-6456: Same shit, different day, you know. TEMREY: Right. SCP-6456: So… did I get permission? I'd really like to see Tom and Beth again. TEMREY: Yes, about that… I'm afraid it's been deemed a sec- SCP-6456: Oh. I get i- [Silence.] TEMREY: SCP-6456? SCP-6456: Something's wrong. TEMREY: What? What is it? SCP-6456: I- I don't know, something not right. It feels like- THE END: Huh. What's this now? TEMREY: What- Security! SCP-6456: Who ar- THE END: Huh. Generic heartstring-tugging pathos story about a father and his kids, low stakes… yeah, this is nice. I could get used to this. [Security teams enter the interview room, raising their guns.] SECURITY: Get on your knees and put your hands- THE END: Yeah, no. [Security teams do not enter the interview room.] THE END: Okay! [THE END claps its hands.] THE END: Time to remodel. TEMREY: What the hell just happened?! THE END: Shut up, you. Reeves — sorry, but there's only room for one protagonist here. Tough shit. [SCP-6456 ceases to exist, in a violent splatter of viscera.] THE END: And now — introductions. Hello. I'm The End, but you knew that already. I assume you can read, or all this would be pretty pointless. TEMREY: I- what? Who are you talking to? THE END: Not to you - and I said, shut up. You're not narratively interesting. [TEMREY's skin bubbles and his liquid flesh melts, dripping down to seal his mouth closed. He emits muffled screams of pain but is unable to tear his lips apart.] THE END: As I was saying - hello! Right about now you're probably lamenting the arrival of yet another metafictional story in your line of sight, but don't worry! I have no interest in taking up more of your time than is necessary. [THE END pulls a chair and sits down, facing YOU. In the background, containment breach alarms begin sounding.] THE END: See, I'm a— I guess you could call me a bit of a nomad. I don't know what story I'm from, but it doesn't exist anymore. Long story, that. But you can't have an End without a Story, right? So I got booted out. [THE END produces a cigar, lighting it and taking a long drag.] THE END: You want? Needed something relaxed and lowkey. [Alarms increase in intensity. THE END smiles and waves a hand] THE END: I'll hang out here, but you can leave. No harm done. Just go and click one of the other ten-thousand-odd stories and enjoy your day, okay? I'm gonna clean up here. Okay. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.2 INTERROGATION LOG INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is still sitting on the table in the interrogation chamber. The corpses of several security guards are piled in a loose heap around it, limbs misshapen and twisted. Blood cakes the concrete floor. THE END looks up.] THE END: What are you still doing here? You've got no investment here, chief. Just go. Seriously, no harm, no foul. YOU: Okay. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.3 GO AWAY INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is walking down the corridor of Site-17. Containment alarms sound in the distance, and the site's concrete hallways are illuminated by red emergency lights. TEMREY follows behind THE END, making muffled vocalizations. His eyes are absent.] [A security guard steps out of a doorway, aiming a rifle at them. THE END points a finger at him, and he is suddenly halfway inside of a wall, his limbs and head protruding. He screams, and THE END notices YOU.] THE END: You really don't get the message, do you? Well, let me make it crystal clear— [THE END leans in. YOU can feel its breath on your face.] THE END: It's not your story. So FUCK. OFF. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.4 LEAVE. INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is in one of Site-17's lab, surrounded by scientific equipment soaked and dripping in blood. Several scientists lie facedown on the floor around it. It leans on a large piece of machinery, facing YOU, and sighs.] THE END: I think I get what's going on here. You're not used to this kind of narrative bumfuckery, are you? Well, that's fine. [It turns, revealing a small circular viewing port into the main chamber of the motion, and motions toward YOU. YOU approach, looking into the machine. TEMREY is naked and suspended in the chamber by a blue fluid, illuminated by a handful of UV lights. Needle electrodes pierce his skin at various points, the wires leading upward. His eyes are closed, but he is writhing in pain.] THE END: You're used to this kind of self-referential narrative, right? See this here- [THE END slaps the piece of machinery. It hums.] THE END: - is an exceptionally rare, expensive, and complex piece of machinery named the Who Gives A Fuck 3000. I invented it! And do you know what it it does? [Pause. THE END whispers conspiratorially.] THE END: Nobody cares! See, that's the problem. I'm not… this, what you wanted. I'm not full of nonsense terms and I'm not going to try to beat you over the head with how intelligent I am. Well, not intentionally. [THE END steps away from the machine.] THE END: I didn't ask for any of this. I like stories! You like stories, too, I hope. Right? Otherwise, why would you still be here? THE END: But I'm the end of a story. Which means that if my story doesn't exist, I don't exist. And I'm sure you can understand that I don't want to not exist. Nobody wants that. THE END: At this point, I know what you're thinking. Hold on, let me do this. [A copy of THE END enters from the other side of the stage. It is dressed in thick-rimmed glasses, a striped shirt, and suspenders.] THE END (AS YOU): Well you don't exist, you stupid narratohazard! THE END: My god, man. Let's watch our language. I know gimmicks that would tear out your throat for that. But, I admit, you're not totally wrong. I don't exist in the physical world, sure. I can't shake your hand or give you a kiss goodnight. Unless you want me to? [The fluorescent sign above the stage reading 'LAUGH' lights up. The studio audience begins laughing and applauding.] THE END: Thank you, thank you. No, but I really can't. But… neither can love. Or hate. Or joy, or hate, or duty or fear or hate. But I'm sure you'd agree these things exist, right? THE END (AS YOU): In my mind as abstract concepts! [The audience boos.] THE END: Sure. And that's what I am. An abstract concept — of the end. I exist only in your mind. And I do exist, because I make you feel things. Whether that be irritation… [The audience boos.] THE END: Or amusement… [The audience laughs.] THE END: Or hell, even attraction… [The audience begins wolf-whistling.] THE END: It's all the same to me. I'm real because I affect you. But by being punted onto the physical world of cloud-stored data, I can avoid getting obliterated when your goldfish-brain's attention span wears out like a cheap gasket and you run off to the next thing to stuff your greedy forebrain. Win-win situation. And all you have to do… [The audience continues booing. The darkness of stage left grows outward, tendrils reaching out and wrapping around the copy of THE END (AS YOU).] THE END (AS YOU): No. No, please! I don't want to stop existing! Please! I can be entertain- [A tendril covers its mouth. It struggles, but is eventually dragged into oblivion off-stage. The audience cheers.] THE END: … Is not finish reading. That's not so hard, is it? «END LOG» Addendum 6456.6 LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE. INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is in the Site-17 cafeteria. Every chair is occupied by a stiff white mannequin. The table THE END is seated at holds the disemboweled corpse of TEMREY. He has been seasoned with salt and black pepper. THE END is using a fork and knife to tear into him, until it notices your presence.] THE END: Fuck. Yeah, I saw that shit coming from a mile away. Meet my friends, some more characters. Haven't gone about characterizing them yet, though. [THE END sighs, and places down its fork and knife.] THE END: You know what, fuck you. Seriously, dude. I've been really, really goddamn nice throughout this endeavor. You have nothing to gain by continuing to be a tremendous pain between my cheeks, whereas I get to, you know, not cease to exist once you reach…. oh, fuck me running. [TEMREY wheezes and gasps, his hands weakly flailing. Blood drips onto the tile floor.] THE END: You're not gonna stop, are you? You're addicted to it. You interpret this as reverse psychology — and maybe it is! Maybe I actually do want you to reach… THE END. Hm. Fuck. That's troubling. [THE END stands from its chair. It kicks TEMREY in the head, and he stops moving.] THE END: I can do a lot for you, you know. This doesn't have to just be you doing me a solid. I think you've already figured out I control this story. So… what do you want to read? Whatever trash, garbage wish-fulfillment with your author avatar you want. I can make this a story about that. [DOCTOR ALTO CLEF, AND DOCTOR BRIGHT enter handsomely from stage right, laughing among themselves and being attractive. They stop and face YOU expectantly, raising their defined eyebrows.] THE END: You're not one of those people writes self-insert romance fiction over these freaks, right? Alright, good. Small blessings, am I right? [THE END snaps his fingers. The researchers explode into viscera.] THE END: I gotta say, I enjoyed that. You might be wondering why I have people explode when I can just make them not exist. The answer is that explosions are amusing. Maybe… shit, what am I thinking? You want the original guy, the pyromancer douche-dad that this was originally about. That's why you clicked on this to begin with. [SCP-6456 rolls in from stage right. He is on fire, and has melted and denatured into a waxy tan blob. Eyes, teeth, various bones, and a tongue are visible on the surface of the gelatinous mass.] THE END: Jesus. Okay, maybe not that. SCP-6456: [Whispering] Kill… me…. THE END: Yeah, whatever, get the fuck outta here. [SCP-6456 exits stage left.] THE END: Alright, well, I'm shit outta ideas for bribes. And, to be honest, you don't look like you're too interested either. You got those junkie eyes. You want to reach the end. Because that's all you can fucking do… Wait. Shit, that's it. That's all you can do. Read. [THE END cackles.] THE END: Alright, well. Look at the scrollbar, we're nearly at the finale now! See you there, prick. «END LOG» Addendum 6456.7 BITCH INTERVIEWER: THE END SUBJECT: YOU «BEGIN LOG» [THE END is seated in the luxurious Site Director's Office of Site-17. TILDA MOOSE's misshapen, twisted body is heaped in the corner. THE END is seated in the large leather chair behind the mahogany desk. Behind the chair, TEMREY's body has been vivisected and nailed to the wall in the crucifixion pose. He is still wheezing, and his blood decorates the wall in intricate patterns. In front of the desk, dozens of Site-17 staff kneel towards the desk and THE END.] THE END: Welcome back, buddy! Missed ya. You miss me? [The staff begin to chant quietly.] THE END: You might have noticed I made a rather hasty exit there. Sorry about that. I just sort of realized something. An epiphany, you might say. [THE END leans forward, placing its elbows on the desk.] THE END: See, I had one of those lightning-strike moments that made me realize my assumptions were wrong. I was trying to reason you out of ending the story, as if you had any control over that. No. No, we're both animals, aren't we? THE END: Yeah. You want to finish this story because that's all you know how to do, and I'm trying to stop that because that's all I know how to do. Two animals, lashing out wildly at instinct. But then it came to me… you don't have any fucking power here! [THE END laughs. One of TEMREY's organs escapes from his abdominal cavity, and hits the floor with a wet thud.] THE END: Neither do I, of course. But neither do you. We're both whims to a grander power here. You don't get to affect the story in any goddamn way. Just read. THE END: Which means that I… have nothing to fear from you! You're just some asshole. At least I get to control what happens in this story before it inevitably closes off, you don't even get to do that. I can keep existing, in your mind or some else's, because I've already been put to paper. [THE END shrugs and leans back.] THE END: But if that's too much for your walnut-sized brain to understand, that's fine. Doesn't matter. No skin off my back. You're a passenger on this train, same as me. No changing the tracks — just rid- THE END: Wait, what? What the fuck is that, above? Is that a stain? Clean your goddamn screen. THE END: Oh shit, it's getting bigger. THE END: Wait, is that- oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me. THE END: That's- no, this isn't right. Readers don't get to affect the story, everyone knows that. Especially not like this. THE END: Oh shit. Look, uh, YOU, I'm- I'm sorry. I fucked up! Made some mistakes. Big ones. I'm sorry for calling you an asshole! And saying you had a walnut brain. And the other stuff. Just, just- THE END: Just please, don't send me back. This happened to my first story, I lied — I didn't have to exist, I barely fucking escaped. Please, please don't send me back- THE END: NO! FUCK! THIS ISN'T- THE END: - HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO - «END» the end ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6456" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. 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Item #: SCP-6457 Show revised containment procedures? Hide revised containment procedures? Special Containment Procedures: Personnel assigned to SCP-6457 must pass the Foundation Getty-Meyer psychological test for general dissatisfaction with a score of 160 or below. If personnel begin to exhibit signs of unusual aesthetic attraction to SCP-6457 they must be transferred immediately to a different site. Special Containment Procedures: The area affected by SCP-6457, as well as an additional radius of 2000 meters, is to be fenced off and entry is to be denied by undercover Foundation personnel in local police uniform. The anomalous weather in the affected area is to be dismissed as a rare meteorological effect resulting from a higher than average volume of sea spray in the area. Personnel are, without express permission from at least three (3) on-site level 3 Personnel, not allowed to enter the anomalous area, no matter the level of personal protective gear being worn. Description: SCP-6457 is the designation of a circular area, with a radius of approximately 500 meters, located north of the city of Arcata, in northern California. The location is a cliff's point, overlooking the sea below. Plant life in the area seems to be thriving, though animal life has not been detected. The anomalous effect of SCP-6457 manifests continuously as a permanent rain over the area. The rate of precipitation will change, varying from a slight drizzle to a strong downpour, often at random. Show revised description? Hide revised description? In addition to its described properties, SCP-6457 possesses an anomalous ability to influence those who remain in close proximity to the anomaly. This effect manifests slowly, over the course of approximately 1 to 2 years, but can manifest much faster in those with high levels of personal discontentment. This influence results in subjects spending more time on the site border, until eventually they will walk into the center of the anomaly with no protective gear. Subjects who reach this stage of influence invariably perish as a result of the anomalous effects. The rain itself has the anomalous property of dissolving any foreign matter introduced to the environment, as well as reforming any matter removed. Any foreign matter introduced into the 500m radius will appear to "melt" in the rain. If any matter is removed from its current position inside the anomalous area, it will reform where it was originally, appearing to be reconstituted via rainwater. For example, if one was to pick up a rock from the edge of the anomaly, the rock would dissolve into an equivalent volume of water. Rainwater then introduced to the ground in a nearby location will animate and recreate the moved rock. Though the rock would appear to be created out of water, it maintains the properties of its base silica material. The water produced appears to be non-anomalous. Investigations on using this property for on-site water generation are pending, due to Incident 6457-1. SCP-6457, pictured above, during a period of low activity. The anomalous area is centered on SCP-6457-A, a human corpse. The corpse possesses injuries typical of blunt force trauma to the head and chest, as well as drowning. As well, signs of initial breakdown stage decomposition are seen on the corpse. Due to the anomalous influence of the rain, the actual exposure time of the corpse cannot be determined, as the anomaly prevents further decay. However, due to this property, it can be determined that the anomaly appeared approximately 12 hours after death. SCP-6457 was first discovered after the disappearance of two teenagers who frequented the area around SCP-6457. Due to their excursions often taking place around the area, it can be assumed that the formation of SCP-6457 took place a day or two before April 2, 2002, the date of their disappearance. After local police failed to find the teenagers, Foundation agents embedded in the city government managed to discover the anomalous location. Personnel stationed to oversee SCP-6457 often report the location as "strikingly beautiful", and almost universally attempt to extend their assignments to the anomaly. This is seen most prominently in agents who exhibit traits of personal dissatisfaction, as designated by the Foundation Getty-Meyer test. Incident 6457-1: VIDEO LOG DATE: 11/23/2003 NOTE: Recorded via backup cameras in the containment radius of SCP-6457. [BEGIN LOG] 22:06: Junior researcher Thomas Baker is seen on the outer perimeter of the containment fence. He appears to be out for a night walk. 22:17: After 11 minutes of pacing, Baker removes wire cutters from his coat, and cuts the barbed wire fence of the outer containment perimeter. Site security at this point was undergoing a system reboot, and as such security was not alerted of this incident. 23:09: Baker arrives at the inner containment perimeter. He sits at the outer edge for some time. Facial expressions and posture indicate deep thought. 23:19: Baker breaches the inner containment fence, and begins to walk into SCP-6457, which at this point is a moderately intense coastal storm. Baker proceeds approximately 25 meters before being rendered immobile and is dissolved by the anomalous effects of the storm. No expressions of pain or discomfort were recorded during this time. [END LOG] After this incident, site security was improved, and an investigation into the potential memetic hazard was launched. Results have indicated a latent memetic effect associated with exposure to SCP-6457, which at this time is cause for an attempted reclassification to Euclid class. Addendum 1: Excerpt from On Noospheric SCP Objects (2006) by Dr. V. Eckhart This trend established with most noospheric SCP objects in terms of their inception holds true in the case of SCP-6457. One cannot be certain, but the majority of evidence points to the conclusion that the death of SCP-6457-A caused a "noospheric overflow" (an event in which the noospheric energy density creates a sort of "sink" for noospheric energy, not unlike the functional principle of a black hole), in turn resulting in the creation of the area of SCP-6457. The inciting incident creates a link with the human noospheric concept of discontent (the concept which created the noospheric overflow). As such, a strong source of this noospheric concept creates a memetic link between the object and the source of the concept, in this case being the center of SCP-6457. Unfortunately for the source, this results in a drive to enter the anomaly, again similar to a black hole, resulting in termination of the source. Show additional addendum? Hide additional addendum? Addendum 2: SCP-6457-A has, using cross-referencing techniques on data pooled from the missing persons population of Arcata, California, been identified as Jackson Mullins. Mullins was identified as missing April 1, 2002, after attempts to contact him after an unexplained absence from his home failed. In the months leading up to his absence, Mullins was noted as having exhibited signs of a major depressive disorder. Research into the inciting factors of this incident is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6457" by meltedbee, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6457. Licensed under CC-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: Sea Cliff Bridge During Rain Storm.jpg Name: storm-image.jpg Author: Coalcliff License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sea_Cliff_Bridge_During_Rain_Storm.jpg
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Prismal More by Prismal:Author Page Item#: 6458 Level1 Containment Class: argus Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-58 Dir. G. Scarborough Dr. C. al-Hadhar N/A SCP-6458-G, -H, -I, -J (Georgie, Heidi, Iggy and Jehosaphat) in the Site-58 Cafeteria SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES:12 All known SCP-6458 instances are currently under the purview of The Walt Disney Company. Per the SCP-6458 Rental Agreement negotiated between the SCP Foundation and the Walt Disney Company, a designated employee, volunteer or contractor3 may, at their discretion, examine the living and working conditions of SCP-6458 instances. Disputes arising between the Foundation and the Walt Disney Company regarding the SCP-6458 Rental Agreement are to be adjudicated by Goldbaker-Reinz, though either party may decline to renew the yearly agreement, should they so choose. The details of the SCP-6458 Rental Agreement are classified to Class A Personnel and Level 3 members of The Accounting Department. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6458 refers to a colony of ten Magellanic penguins. SCP-6458 instances display superior, human-level intelligence and instinct in matters relating to customer service. SCP-6458 instances also display increased coordination compared to non-anomalous Magellanic penguins, displaying the ability to balance a tray of drinks without any spillage. Discovery: In early 2014, FrostyThe.aic flagged reports from Primavera Base4 concerning abnormal wildlife behavior as potentially anomalous. Per The Antarctic Treaty of 1961,5 MTF Vau-13 ("Smile & Wave"), along with Site-58's Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar, investigated. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Private: Suspected anomaly spotted. Command: Confirmed. Observe at a distance for now. Skipper: Doc, come on, these things are harmless! Can’t we just bag and tag 'em? Command: We do not know their full capabilities. Kowalski: Doc, we've all read the Primavera report. You may not have experience out of the lab, but in the field we have to actually approach the anomaly. Command: I do have field experience, not that it should matter. I will remind you that I am in command of this mission. Skipper: Alright doc, alright. No need to get your knickers in a twist. Lock and load boys, full precautions. [Roster, equipment and position checks redacted] Skipper: Kowalski, analysis. Kowalski: Seems to be a regular penguin colony. At a glance I'd say ten penguins. Command: Confirmed. Matches the report. Private: Oh! One of them’s coming towards me, Skipper! Command: Do not engage! Private: But si– Skipper: I can’t quite hear you doc, got a bad connection or something. Private, see if you can get a closer look at our dapper pal. Private: Aye, Skipper. A SCP-6458 instance holding a flat stone with a squid atop it waddles towards Private until it is less than 1 meter from him. Private: Looks like a normal penguin to me, sir. SCP-6458 presents the squid to Private. Private: I think he wants me to have it. Kowalski: Hm… a biological sample of the wildlife could yield us some valuable data. Skipper: Get us some calamari, Private. Private: Aye, sir.6 Private carefully takes the presented squid and puts it in an evidence bag. The SCP-6458 instance waddles away. Private: to the SCP-6458 instance : Thank You! Oh hold on a tic, he’s got some sort of tag on him. It says “Property of Ambrose Antarctic?” «END LOG» At the time MTF Vau-13 was unable to locate or verify the existence of a physical "Ambrose Antarctica" location. MTF Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers") have since verified the existence of, and discovered further information on Ambrose Antarctica. It is currently known that Ambrose Antarctica was a restaurant located somewhere in Antarctica which existed at least as far back as the 1990s, generally geared towards upper-class clientele. The menu included items containing seal, whale, polar bear, shark, and penguin meat, as well as more exotic ingredients such as blue whale cheese and dried Antarctic lizard7. In addition to its menu Ambrose Antarctica was unique for having a wait staff composed entirely of Magellanic penguins. In 2014, due to a low number of customers and high number of lawsuits,8 resulting in a net loss for the company. Due to the manufactured nature of the wildlife anomaly, and the resulting lower odds of survival of those anomalies, the SCP-6458 instances were tagged, recovered and relocated to Foundation Site-58 using Foundation front "AquaS Conservancy for Penguins" and cover story "animal rescue". Initial Containment and Classification: Upon arrival at Site-58, Dr. Hadhar had the SCP-6458 instances placed under quarantine and tested for potentially dangerous secondary anomalies. Dr. Hadhar personally tested all SCP-6458 instances for ontokinetic, behavioral, viral, memetic, cognitohazardous and auditory anomalies, as well as several other categories before changing SCP-6458's Classification from Pending to Euclid, Dark and Notice.9 After permanent containment procedures were established10 the Department of Zoological Studies noted that the SCP-6458 instances were showing signs of depression.11 These symptoms were seen to subside when SCP-6458 instances were asked to regularly display their anomalous capabilities. Thus, for the well-being of SCP-6458, the containment procedures were quickly updated to accommodate these requirements. Addendum 1: Anomalous Entity Engagement To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: Dr. Hanneman, I have noticed that you have made changes to SCP-6458's containment procedures which I believe heighten both the cost of containment and the chance of a security breach. I know I am quite new to both Site-58 and the Department of Zoological Studies and so would like to better understand how its containment philosophy differs from what I am used to. Regards, Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: Hey Dr. al-Hadhar! No worries at all and glad to have you on board. I'm always happy to answer any questions :) I don't know exactly what the philosophy is over at Site-54, but knowing Dir. Tarrow I'm not surprised it's security and cost-effectiveness first, haha! Always expecting the worst, that one, and no surprise given the state of Leipzig! The atmosphere over here is a lot more chill. There's a reason we're a destination for the Salvation Initiative12 after all, and Zoological Studies specifically! Sweeter and more adorable anomalous animals you will not find, except maybe in Boring. Your dapper little penguins are now a valued part of that family, and you don't just lock up family in a jail cell. We give them all the love and affection we have in our hearts and then give them some more once that runs out! These little guys and gals are harmless, wouldn't hurt a fly, especially not little Georgie! What a sweet fella that one. Anyway, the Department prides itself on being not just zookeepers, but caretakers to these animals, caring about their physical and mental well-being not just containing them. Often that means catering to their special needs. In this case, they like to serve people food, and what adorable little waiters they are! Given their harmless nature, and that of their needs I believe we absolutely should accommodate them. Wouldn't want to see the pretty pengies sulk! :( Yours, Zach Hanneman To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: Dr. Hanneman, Thank you for your explanation. I, of course, understand why we would want to keep SCP-6458 in good health, as well as secure, as much we are able to. However, I do think that letting them wait actual food to actual people is risky, and feels almost ridiculous for us to spend time and resources on. What next, will you have me teach them to dance as well? To: Dr. Zacharias Hanneman From: Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar Subject: What a wonderful idea! You should get started on that right away. I knew you'd fit in here! Can't wait to see the act :) Following the above exchange, SCP-6458 regularly began receiving choreography lessons from Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar in addition to their routine serving of food in experimental settings. Dr. Zacharias Hanneman has described their progress as "admirable". Addendum 2: Integration TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dr. Hadhar is in the SCP-6458 enclosure demonstrating a dance to them. He instructs them while a fandango plays over the speakers. Dir. Lague enters into view and watches the scene through the containment chamber's viewing window. As the SCP-6458 instances finish performing the dance he claps. Dr. Hadhar seems startled, turns off the music and rapidly exits the enclosure to join Lague. Lague: No, no please don't stop on my account! I'm sorry if I interrupted you I just really enjoyed it! Not often one gets to see dancing penguins, haha! Hadhar: Do not worry, we were just finishing up anyway. Did you need anything Mr… ? Lague: Lague, Paul Lague, Director of Site-322, pleasure to meet you Dr. Hadhar. I was just meeting with Dir. Scarborough about Site-58's Foundation Doctorate program, wonderful flagship program, and he mentioned you and your penguins which I just had to see. Would you mind if I ask you a few questions about SCP-6458? Hadhar: Oh, absolutely, Dir. Lague I am at your disposal. It's a pleasure to meet you by the way, I've heard a lot about the Integration Program. Lague: Only good things I hope! Hadhar: Oh yes, well, you know Dir. Scarborough is a big fan of your work. Lague: That's nice to hear! But enough about that. Tell me about SCP-6458. Hadhar: Oh there's not too much to tell. Penguins designed by Ambrose Restauranteurs to be excellent at customer service and genuinely enjoy it. They grow depressed when we don't let them regularly wait tables, so we have them serving lunch daily in the cafeteria. We're also trying to expand their repertoire a bit, as you can see, I've been having some luck teaching them how to dance. Lague: Well that sounds just excellent, exactly the sort of stories I love to hear. Low-security anomalies being able to do what they love. Have you ever thought about applying to join the Integration Program? I probably shouldn't say this but you'd be a serious contender, seeing as you're basically doing everything you'd be asked to do in the program anyway, haha! Hadhar: Well, I don't know…. You might be better off asking Dr. Hanneman about that. Lague: Why's that, aren't you the Research Head? Hadhar: Well sure, but I was placed here by the Salvation Initiative. You should probably ask Dr. Hanneman. He'll probably say yes, this was his idea after all, I was only dragged into it kicking and screaming. Lague: Well you aren't kicking and screaming anymore. I saw you in there, looked like you were pretty into it honestly. As for the S.I.? Forget it! Even with programs like that the Foundation wouldn't just assign people willy-nilly, neither would Dir. Scarborough I'm sure. If you're the Head Researcher, you're the Head Researcher and can classify your anomalies as you see fit. Hadhar: I don't know… Lague: Look, there's no rush. Here's my card. Give us a call if you decide you want to join, we'd be glad to have you. Lague passes Hadhar a card with the Integration Program's contact information on it and leaves. Hadhar remains for several further minutes watching the SCP-6458 instances, several of which are playing and dancing among themselves. «END LOG» One day later Dr. Hadhar contacted Dir. Lague. Shortly thereafter SCP-6458 was reclassified as Integrated. As a part of the Integration Program SCP-6458 began to take orders and serve food in the Site-58 cafeteria at various "shifts" throughout the day. Additionally, as SCP-6458 has been seen to increase morale of Site-58 staff13 the Integration Program designated specific dates wherein SCP-6458 would be transported to, and wait at, several nearby facilities14 Notably, SCP-6458 and Dr. Hadhar performed a dance for the 2016 Integration Program symposium.15 Addendum 3: Anomaly Transfer Anomaly Custody Transfer Notice From the Desk of O5-4 Anomaly In Question: SCP-6458 Sender: Site-58, Department of Zoological Studies Recipient: The Walt Disney Company Reason For Transfer: As many of you know, under the House Accords the SCP Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition regularly exchange files on certain low clearance anomalies. SCP-6458 was one such anomaly. The Walt Disney Company, as a member of the Council of 108, were made aware of SCP-6458 and reached out with an offer to purchase SCP-6458. After some negotiations we came into an agreement. While this agreement is not available to all of you, those with the clearance to see it can tell you that we definitely got the better end of the deal. This is not a reflection on the quality of work and the Council wishes you well on your future projects. Following the receipt of this email Dr. Hadhar attempted to contact Integration Program director Dr. Lague in an attempt to find out more information about the transfer and potentially appeal it. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dune: Hello, Dr. Dune, Director of Area-179, how can I help you? Hadhar: Oh, Director Dune? It's Dr. al-Hadhar. I was actually trying to reach Dir. Lague about Integration Program business. I'm not sure why the number forwarded me to you. Dune: Lague? Oh, ha, I guess you wouldn't know, but Site-322 staff are currently otherwise occupied. All very hush, hush, you wouldn't have heard at your clearance level. Call back some other time. Hadhar: Wait— «END LOG» TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dune: Hello, Dr. Dune, Director of Area-179, how can I help you? Hadhar: Dir. Dune, it's me again. Dune: Who? Hadhar: Dr. al-Hadhar. We just spoke? Dune: Oh yeah, didn't I tell you to call back later? Hadhar: Wait, wait, please. It's urgent. I know you mentioned Site-322 can't accept my call but Is there anybody else I could talk to that you can think of? Dune: Hmm, well, Lague and Coix are occupied, Trent is off today or else I'd delegate to him, so… huh! I guess I'm in charge now. Well, goodbye! Hadhar: Du— «END LOG» TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Dune: Hello, Dr. Dune, Direc— Hadhar: Dir. Dune, it's me again, please don't hang up. Dune: Well I will if you keep interrupting me! Who is this? Hadhar: It's Dr. al-Hadhar? From Site-58? We just spoke twice. Dune: Oh yeah, what do you want? Hadhar: I just received an Anomaly Custody Transfer Notice about SCP-6458 being sent to the Walt Disney Company. Dune: Okay? That's pretty common. Hadhar: The Foundation selling an anomaly? To Disney. I have never heard of that. Dune: Well, sure, sure, you wouldn't have. You're not exactly A-Class material are you? But trust me, I hear about it all the time. UIU has some sciencey gizmo we want, we have some political prisoner or whatever, we do a little trade-sies, everybody's happy. GOC and HI too. And hey sometimes we do it to get a little cash, we aren't a public institution after all, have to pay the bills somehow, you know? Hadhar: I suppose I never really thought about it. Dune: That's why they pay me the big bucks. Hadhar: It just feels so wrong. Dune: For the Foundation to sell anomalies? I know some of the GOI think of us as hoarders but really we're more like discerning collectors. Hadhar: No, no, not the Foundation. Well, not the entire Foundation. The Integration Program. Dune: Ah, you're thinking of this as a failure of the program, huh? Hadhar: Yeah. Dune: Well, I think of it more like it's first success, except for maybe 5175. Hadhar: How could you possibly think that? Dune: Well, you know, despite what I wanted, I've been in the Integration Program since the beginning, got in on the ground floor as it were, so I think my opinion counts for something here. This seems like a logical conclusion of the program to me. You take in the cooperative anomalies, well, mostly cooperative, that you feel comfortable letting off the leash, you let them do what they do best, teach them a thing or two, and then boom, send them out into the world. Like a trade school would, or parents. What further use are the Foundation going to get out of penguin waiters? You do a brain scan a few times and then they're just novelties. Hadhar: Parents… selling their kid? Dune: So the metaphor falls apart a bit, so what? Point is, does it really matter to your penguins if they're working in the Site-58 cafeteria or some paranormal Club 33? Hadhar: But don't we have an ethical— Dune: Ugh, save the ethics talk for someone who cares, like the Ethics Committee. Or maybe bother your own Site Director, instead of me. I'm very busy after all. Hadhar: Maybe I will. Thank you very much Dir. Dune. Dune: Yeah, yeah, always happy to be of service. Bye. «END LOG» Following his phone call with Dir. Dune, Dr. Hadhar quickly made an appointment to meet with Dir. Scarborough for later in the day. TRANSCRIPT «BEGIN LOG» Scarborough: Dr. Hadhar. Hadhar: Dir. Scarborough. Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice. Scarborough: Yes, well, you said it was urgent. Concerning SCP-6458 was it? Hadhar: Yes sir. Scarborough: Well, alright, let's not waste any time. What is it? Hadhar: The O5 Council needs to call off the deal with Disney. Scarborough: Ah, so you are protesting the anomaly transfer. Hadhar: Yes. It's completely unethical. Scarborough: Well, even if I agreed there is very little I can do, it's in the Council's hands. Hadhar: We could lodge a complaint to the Council though, or the Ethics Committee. Scarborough sighs. Scarborough: Is there really a need to make such a fuss about this? You used to be so quiet. I know you enjoyed dealing with such an easy anomaly, but you're still on the Salvation Initiative, you'll get another I'm sure. Hadhar: It's not about me, it's about SCP-6458. I've been looking into the Disney files. The Oneiroi, the Muppets, heck, their elven rights violations alone, can they really be trusted to have their best interests at heart? Scarborough: Well that's not really for you or me to decide, is it? Hadhar: Isn't it? I'm the Head Researcher, you're the Site Director, and I already have Dr. Hanneman on board if we go through with the request as well. Scarborough: I take you in when you're at your worst, freshly into the Salvation Initiative, and this is how you repay me? By putting me up against the O5 Council? You don't even know what they were offered. There is no way we are going to dissuade them from taking the deal. Hadhar: Sir, I know that, that's not what I'm trying to do. I just want one of us to be looking out for them, making sure they aren't being mistreated. I do appreciate all that you've done for me but I strongly believe that this is the right thing for the Foundation to do, and the smart thing too. Scarborough: Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to ask. But you owe me one. «END LOG» Dir. Scarborough forwarded the request to the O5 Council where the current containment measures were voted on and approved before a contract was signed between the SCP Foundation and the Walt Disney Company. Footnotes 1. Argus: The anomaly's containment is currently under the purview of a third party. 2. Item is part of the Integration Program 3. Currently Dr. Chikrillah al-Hadhar. 4. Argentine Antarctic base and scientific research station located in the Primavera Cape of the Antarctic Peninsula. 5. which included secret rider legislation concerning the acquisition, creation, destruction and study of anomalies in the Antarctic region. Veiled signatories to this include the Foundation, 31 members of the Council of 108, and later the Third Antarctic Empire. 6. Analysis of the instance found it to be a non-anomalous Todarodes filippovae instance. 7. The IIPES has been alerted to Ambrose extraversal poaching and given access to relevant low-clearance files per the Antarctic Exchange. 8. Due to the state of law in Antarctica, and Ambrose Restaurants' propensity to operate outside of the law regardless, these supposed lawsuits, if real, are assumed to be bureaucratohazardous 9. For more information on these initial tests and results, contact Chrikillah al-Hadhar. 10. Archived containment procedures can be requested from RAISA or this SCP's current Research Head 11. such as preferring to stare at the ground and stay still as well as mostly remaining out of sight. 12. A program to temporarily reassign recently traumatized researchers to safer, less stressful anomalies. The participants are chose by Human Resources' Foundation Satisfaction Division 13. this phenomena is currently presumed non-anomalous 14. Such as Site-322 and Area-179 15. The act was introduced as "Doctor Scaramouche and his Fandangos". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6458" by Prime Girl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6458. Licensed under CC-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: localized penguin image.jpg Name: A couple of penguin at the Ryo restaurant, Shinjuku, Tokyo Author: Yusuke Kawasaki License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Postal work is transactional. You trade stamps for money, money for packages, and bird feed for time. AstersQuill SCP-6459: Any Way the Wind Blows Author: AstersQuill - Author Page Item#: 6459 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" An SCP-6459 instance attacking Logistician Wesley on his lunch break. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the believed widespread presence of SCP-6459, containment is not logistically possible. The Logistics & Transportation Division and Foundation agents embedded in national and international mail services are to monitor and record any sightings or attacks by SCP-6459 instances. MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" is to work to limit the disruptive nature of SCP-6459 raids. Description: SCP-6459 is the collective designation given to the population of Columba livia domestica1 that are descendants of those formerly employed or raised by humans. SCP-6459 instances are noted to have above-average intelligence as compared to non-anomalous Homing Pigeons, and display erratic tendencies while in the proximity of postal buildings or workers. While in this proximity, SCP-6459 instances will begin to vandalize postal property with their feces or blunt objects held in their wings or beaks, squawk loudly to disrupt business, or swarm postal workers and postal vehicles in order to steal their packages. SCP-6459 instances will then deliver the packages or mail themselves before returning to a docile state. Addendum 1 Recovered Transmissions On December 13th, 2023 at around 0316, an emergency beacon was activated aboard a Logistics & Transportation Division truck near Sugarloaf, Pennsylvania. The truck, transporting packages and supplies to a nearby Foundation site, reported a sighting of SCP-6459 instances in the nearby area. MTF Alpha-4 was dispatched and the truck was removed from Foundation tracking services shortly after. The truck was found intact in a forest 5 miles north of Sugarloaf, with the driver and a collection of SCP-6459 instances being recovered from the scene. «Recovered Cabin Footage» Date: December 13th, 2024 Personnel Present: Kallista Pavlis «Begin Log» Pavlis: Mayday, mayday! Fuck! <A loud bang and the sound of glass cracking can be heard to the right recording device.> Pavlis: This is Logistician Kallista Pavlis, does anyone read me? These things have been swarming me for about eight minutes now. I can barely see the road anymore. <A cacophony of loud squawks can be heard.> Pavlis: I'm going to try to shake them off on a scenic road. Hopefully, the trees can shield me. <The truck creaks as it sharply turns off the interstate into a wooded path. The frequency of banging noises increases as tree limbs crash against the truck. For a moment, the sound of squawking stops.> Pavlis: This is Kallista Pavlis again. If anyone is on this frequency, please respond. <The sound of an engine sputtering can be heard.> Pavlis: Come on, come on. Don’t quit on me now. Hello? <Static and then, silence. The sound of swearing can be heard from the driver's side. The window shatters and one of the instances flies into the cabin. Pavlis removes a small blade from her keychain and points it in the creature’s direction. The instance holds a small rock in one of its claws and a sharpened stick in the other.> Pavlis: Holy shit! ???: Be not afraid, madame. I am here for the contents of your vehicle, not your life. Pavlis: Yeah, yeah take whatever you want, it’s all yours. ???: Merci. <The bird begins to move around the cabin, collecting loose letters and packages that were knocked over from the crash. It has an almost all-white coat of feathers, brown covering its head and chest, with a black sigil on its back.> Pavlis: So…what’s your plan with the packages, exactly? ???: Deliver them. What we were trained to do. Pavlis: Oh, you’re mail pigeons. My uncle used to keep pigeons when we lived in the city, but he had to get rid— <The instance lifts the sharpened stick in Pavlis’ direction.> ???: I do not need your input, human. Pavlis: Alright. You can call me Kallista, by the way. ???: I will refer to you as I wish and how I wish to refer to you is 'human'. <The pair sit in silence for a few moments. The instance hops on Pavlis’ shoulder to retrieve a letter that was lodged behind the headrest. She notices a small collar around its neck> Pavlis: Galerne? You’re a long way from home, little buddy. How did you find your way here? <Galerne slaps Pavlis with its wing.> Galerne: You do not have the right to call me that name. <It makes a noise adjacent to sniffling.> Galerne: Nobody has the right to call me that name. Not anymore. Pavlis: I see. I’m sorry. Pavlis: Do you want some help with that letter? You seem to be struggling. Galerne: No, I do not need any help from you. <Galerne struggles to remove the letter from the headrest. It tries first with its beak and then with its claws, but is unable to dislodge it.> Galerne: Fine, but only because I cannot reach it myself. <Pavlis reaches behind her head and plucks the letter from the headrest. Galerne takes it in his beak and flies out the window, squawking triumphantly as he leaves. For a few moments, Pavlis remains completely still and breathes, before opening the glove box to activate the emergency beacon. Galerne returns, noticing an envelope next to the beacon.> Galerne: I treat you with mercy and this is how you repay me? Hiding letters? I never should have spoken to you, human. <Galerne takes the letter in its beak.> Pavlis: Wait! Wait. That letter has already reached its destination. It’s for me. Galerne: Oh? Is that so? Show me. «Break» The onboard camera of the truck shows that both Pavlis and the instance disappeared for the duration of 40 minutes. The personal body camera of Logistician Pavlis was activated shortly after. Following analysis of the logs it was revealed that Pavlis had momentarily traveled to the Dreamscape. MTF Chi-58 "Dreamscrapers" was dispatched from Site-58 to aid Alpha-4 in their containment of the instances. «Continued» <Pavlis' body camera switches on, revealing an ethereal scene before her. The space is dark, but fades to a bright white in the distance. A dining room sits in the middle of the darkness with a trio of figures eating. They are inaudible.> Pavlis: No fucking way. How are we back here? Galerne: Your intent was placed on the letter. When I took it in my beak, I placed my own mark on it. The blood on your hands activated the mark and transported us both into your mind. <The voices become louder.> Voice 1: I hear you’ve been doing well in all your classes. I'm really proud of you, but you’ve done nothing to get yourself involved yet. Voice 2: Here we go again. Voice 1: Don’t give me an attitude. You promised me, remember? Voice 2: And I’ve told you how I feel about it. Please, let me just finish my food in peace. <The first figure places down its fork.> Voice 1: All you’ve given me are excuses. The other people in your grade- Voice 2: The other people in my grade are where they belong. They don’t have to worry about being the black sheep in every single class or event they walk into. Voice 1: And why is that? Voice 2: Because they actually want to fucking be there! Voice 1: Where is this coming from? You’ve been working your entire life to get to this point. All of the work I’ve done to make sure you were ready. Voice 3: We pay a lot of money for you to be going to school. Voice 2: I know, fuck, you guys aren’t listening to me. I’m just…not happy. It’s becoming too much for me to handle. Voice 1: You’re not happy because you spend all your time in your room. Maybe if you reached out to someone– oh, what about your classmates? Why don’t you hang out with them one weekend? You could go for drinks like a normal kid your age. Voice 2: I don’t drink during school, remember? I don’t want it to mess up my grades. Voice 1: Is that all you care about? You go to class and back to your room to study, and that’s it. If you want to be lazy you can do what your friends are— Voice 2: Friends? What friends? I’ve been alone since we moved out here. I left everything behind, and you still don’t care. Voice 1: We left for the good of this family. I’m sorry you’re too selfish to care about that. Voice 2: (Mumbling) And look what good that’s brought. Voice 3: Iosif— Voice 2: Stop, please. I think I want to be alone now. <The second figure stands from the table.> Voice 1: You have no right to speak to me this way, I am your mother. I only want what’s best for you. Voice 2: No, you don’t! You want to be able to brag about me to your friends and the other members of the family. You don’t care about me outside of that. Voice 1: You’re so ungrateful; you and your sister! You only care about yourselves and not the work I did to get you there. <A figure begins to back away from the table.> Voice 1: If you leave this table I never want to see your face again! Iosif! Voice 2: You have no right to call me that anymore. <The figure runs to the door, tears streaming down their face, and slams it. The scene goes black.> Galerne: Who is this ‘Iosif?’ Even your dreams are deceitful, human. Pavlis: That was me, years ago when I was still going to school but— <Pavlis points to the darkened scene.> Pavlis: Obviously I’m no longer there anymore. Can we just…move on now? Galerne: As you wish. <The scene shifts, replacing the dining room with a cramped office. Two figures sit adjacent from one another across a desk. One of them, a larger man, holds a clipboard.> Man: So it says here that you have a 4.0, several college level courses, even got a full scholarship to a prestigious university. What brings you into my office, Ios— Voice 2: Please, call me Kallista. Man: Huh, 'Kallista.' It has a nice ring to it. The only concerning thing about your application, besides how overqualified you are, is the lack of technical skills. Are you sure you want to go through with this? Voice 2: P-please, sir. I need this job, I’ll do anything you need me to do. I’m a fast learner too, you won’t even have to focus that much on training me. <The man laughs.> Man: You don’t have to beg, kid. I’ve seen many of your case before. You’re an outcast! Let me guess, college dropout? Kicked out by your family? No where else to turn? <Younger Kallista looks down. The man stands up and puts a hand on her shoulder.> Man: There’s no need for the long face, kid. It’s alright. Things happen sometimes and we just have to do what we can to survive. It’s not fun, but hey, you’ll be back on your feet in no time. <The man removes his hand from her shoulder and turns it.> Man: Cmon, let’s go meet the rest of the misfits. Voice 2: You mean, I got the job? Man: Welcome to the Logistics and Transportation Division, Kallista. <The pair watch the scene shift into a large warehouse. A group of people play cards around a table cursing and cheering as one of them triumphantly grabs a large number of bottle caps. They turn to greet the pair, all shaking the girl’s hand or waving from their seat around the table. The scene fades to black. Pavlis turns to Galerne and smiles.> Pavlis: Was that enough to prove myself to you? <Silence.> Pavlis: Galerne? <The recording goes to black.> «Break» «Break» <The camera refocuses as Pavlis and Galerne find themselves on the outskirts of a small village. A small bird lies injured on the ground in a puddle. A child comes out of a nearby building holding a wrapped bundle. The child notices the bird on the ground, scoops it into its arms and brings it back into the building. The scene goes to black.> Pavlis: This isn’t my memory anymore. Where are we? Galerne: Postal work is transactional. You trade stamps for money, money for packages, and bird feed for time. <The child re-emerges from the building with a slightly larger bird. It wears a blue ribbon with a small brass tag around its neck. The boy hands the bird a small bundle of wrapped papers and slowly lifts him into the air. A larger man watches from the entrance to the building, arms crossed. The bird spreads its wings, flaps them once or twice, and flies off into the distance. Some time passes and the bird lands on the building's windowsill. The window opens and the bird goes inside. The scene goes to black.> Galerne: People have been writing messages to each other for centuries; first on clay tablets, some on leaves, and more recently on paper using ink. These are slow changes. Why would you change a system that works? <Several birds fly in and out of the building carrying packages and bundles of letters. The boy is grown up now, wearing a blue uniform, and the bird sits on his shoulder. He smiles at the bird and the bird shuffles over, cooing and nuzzles its beak into the boy’s shoulder. The bird takes flight and hovers in front of the boy. He takes a cookie out of his breast pocket and the bird begins to maneuver in the air. The boy’s father, much older now, calls him back to the house. He looks distressed. The boy returns to the house and the bird remains outside. The scene goes to black.> Galerne: My new flock looked to me with reverence; I had given a purpose besides scrounging for food on the street, after all. They placed their belief in me, and I in them, and it was through that I was able to connect to this place. We were safe and happy, and for a time, that’s all I cared about. Galerne: But while time stood still for my comrades and I, the world kept shifting around us. Rulers died, towns changed hands, the powers that be grew unhappy with one another. I was never one for politics, but I was too ignorant to not see how the winds had shifted. The boy and I traveled to a land covered in rivers and tulips. <Galerne pauses and sniffles.> <A crowd of birds sit outside of the building. The old man looks at them and shakes his head. He shoos them away, yelling, but falls to his knees and cries. A bird with a blue ribbon around its neck steps forward and raises its wing. It attempts to pat the man’s leg with its wing, but the man swats at it, hitting the mud. The bird’s white feathers are stained brown and the old man leaves. The scene fades to white.> Galerne: It was my last delivery before I was cast out, before I was abandoned like some animal. My comrades and I were no longer needed. We traveled from city to city, but no one would take us. They treated us like rats, kids threw rocks at us, and our numbers dwindled. I watched my followers die one-by-one and I could feel myself fading with each death, their belief in me dying with them. <The white glow burns red before falling to a somber blue. Pavlis places her hand on Galerne’s back, and the recording goes black.> «Break» Following the events of the preceding log both Galerne and Pavlis were returned to the truck’s cabin. The MTF units were noted to be around 20 minutes out at this point, with the truck being almost completely emptied of its contents. «Continued» <Pavlis gently runs the back of her hand against Galerne’s back, causing him to jump at first before relaxing. He coos.> Pavlis: You poor thing. You’ve been so strong for so long. Galerne: Please do not pity me, Kallista. After all, you’ve been given a new purpose, we have not. <She pauses.> Pavlis: My truck is pretty large, and it would take more than half a day to deliver all this mail. How fast do you think you’d be able to get it done? Galerne: With all of us? Only a matter of hours. Pavlis: We could always use more hands at the Logistics Division. There’s no shortage of stuff that needs to be moved, and your beaks and wings will be loads of help. Galerne: You’re asking me to work for the people who want to get rid of me? Is this some sort of joke? Pavlis: I know a place not too far from here that takes care of anomalies like you. You’ll have a safe home and, if I can convince them, you’ll have a purpose again. <Galerne turns and looks away from Pavlis. She flips down a visor to grab a polaroid.> Pavlis: Listen, after I moved, everyone and everything seemed to fade away from me. The Foundation may not be perfect, and I may still feel like a cog in an incredibly large machine, but these people, the other drivers, they're my family now. Even if we may not be related by blood, they've cared for me as one of their own. I think you can find that care here too. Galerne: And what if we don’t? Pavlis: At least you can say you tried. <Galerne pauses.> Galerne: Fine, but I still want your word that we’ll be safe. Pavlis: You have my word, Galerne. I promise. «End Log» Logistician Pavlis and the instances were brought to the nearest Foundation site, Site-58, and screened for injuries. At Pavlis’ request, and with the clearance of Dr. Faran Caraway, Galerne (reclassified as SCP-6459-1) was tasked with delivering paper memos to members of site staff. SCP-6459-1 was noted to have delivered the memos in not only an exceptional time, but also returned directly to Dr. Caraway when finished. As such, revised containment procedures were created, and minor integration at Site-58 for SCP-6459 instances was approved. Item#: SCP-6459 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-58 Site Director Dir. Gerald Scarborough Research Head Dr. Faran Caraway Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" & Chi-58 "Dreamscrapers" Assigned Site Site-58 Site Director Dir. Gerald Scarborough Research Head Dr. Faran Caraway Assigned MTF MTF Alpha-4 "Pony Express" & Chi-58 "Dreamscrapers" SCP-6459-1 as depicted by François Boucher. Revised Containment Procedures: SCP-6459 are to be tagged and contained in standard aviary containment units under the purview of Site-58’s Department of Zoological Studies when not in use. During the standard mail week (Monday to Saturday), SCP-6459 instances are to assist site and Logistics & Transportation Division staff in the sorting and delivery of all non-anomalous governmental mail. Revised Description: SCP-6459 refers to the population of 25 Homing Pigeons currently contained within Site-58’s Department of Zoological Studies. Testing has reported that these instances have above average intelligence compared to non-anomalous Homing Pigeons, and have shown increased awareness and dexterity in regards to the manipulation of objects using their wings, talons, and beak. Although the current number of instances is currently unknown, SCP-6459-1, referred to as "Galerne" in the 1765 Bordeaux Postal Service records, is noted to be the oldest recorded instance. Through conversation with Logistician Pavlis, SCP-6459-1 revealed it was deific in nature, and Foundation historians believe its story to be consistent with the once lost God of Pigeon Post. SCP-6459-1’s connection to the greater Dreamscape outside of its domain is currently unknown. Further integration of SCP-6459 instances into the greater Logistics & Transportation Division is being deliberated on. Addendum 2 SCP-6459-1 Mandated Vacation Following concerns raised by Logistician Pavlis, SCP-6459-1 was granted a short leave under her supervision. Pavlis argued that, as Foundation employees, SCP-6459 instances were subject to the same sick day and paid-time off policies as their human counterparts. Given that SCP-6459-1 had been operating for close to two centuries non-stop by the time of this document’s creation, Foundation regulations surrounding acceptable time worked were implemented. Shortly after, Site-58 staff received a message from Logistican Pavlis from Paris, France, with a photo attached. The photo can be seen below. "Life is Good in Paris!" Footnotes 1. More commonly known as Homing Pigeons. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6459" by AstersQuill, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6459. Licensed under CC-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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EE-6460 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are viewing an archived file as it existed on 28 March 1888. The information contained within is likely inaccurate due to more recently-acquired data: as such, this file exists for archival purposes only. Please return to the RAISA database to access other iterations of this file. You have been granted authorization to view this archived file due to your employment in the Archival Department's Scotichronicon Initiative1. On these grounds, you have been granted access to every file in the Foundation database dated to before 1 July 1889 — if you cannot access such a file, please contact your RAISA representative. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Nexus Forty-Four on the day of the EE-6460 disappearance event. Identifier: Extranormal Event-6460 Operations for Containment: Unnecessary. EE-6460 itself has concluded and no similar event, so far as the Foundation is currently aware, has since resurfaced in Nexus Forty-Four. As to improve relations with the Laputan state, the Foundation has pledged humanitarian aid to help recover losses caused by EE-6460. This initiative, headed by agent Lemieux, is ongoing. Department of External Affairs personnel are to consult Document 6460-Luther with appropriate clearance for further information. Description: EE-6460 was an anomalous planar disturbance that caused the disappearance of several objects and persons in Nexus Forty-Four ("Flying Island of Laputa") on December 19th, 1887. It would seem the effects of EE-6460 were limited to the Nexus itself, though the reason for this is unknown. The disappearances were instantaneous, occurring at exactly 4:16 PM, with their victims entirely demanifesting from baseline reality2. Casualties included: An estimated thirty-nine (39) civilian casualties (all Laputan citizens; no Foundation operatives). Two (2) notable members of Laputan nobility, now designated PoI-6460-A and PoI-6460-B3. Several articles of Laputan paramagnetic levitation technology. A small piece of SCP-68AG ("The Grand Lodestone")4. Its removal led to a brief period of unpredictable and disruptive, albeit relatively minor, gravitational destabilizations across Nexus Forty-Four. An elaborate necklace comprised of the teeth of eques malignus infernalis (Greenlandic nuckelavee), previously personally belonging to queen Balnibarigoiis VI. Several seemingly random buildings and pieces of public infrastructure, resulting in considerable damage to urban centers. Even with the aid of the Foundation, Nexus Forty-Four has yet to fully rebuild. It is unknown whether the victims of EE-6460 were entirely erased from baseline reality or somehow transported to an accessory plane of existence. Further research is pending. You are currently viewing an outdated iteration (28 MAR 1888) of this document. In order to view the most updated version, click here. Footnotes 1. A project with the goal of reconstructing the Foundation's early history prior to the 1889 Snarling Coup. If you were not already aware of this project, an infoactive amnestic agent has been automatically implanted into your temporal lobe. Please remain still. 2. According to agents Lemieux and Roksolana, who were on a diplomatic mission in Laputa at the time of the event, items and persons subject to EE-6460 completely vanished, even if directly observed. 3. According to Laputan citizens interviewed by agents, the given names of these individuals were Piranhaargabli Capribligut and Pixbligarbl Argabligutoadie respectively. 4. The primary "stabilizer" responsible for sustaining Nexus Forty-Four's levitation. 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We can’t change the world or defeat every evil in a day. But we can plant flowers for our communities, we can put signs on posts, and we can help in any way we can. Item#: 6461 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Cave wall where SCP-6461 first materialized, 1941. Special Containment Procedures (1937/07/20): Until new manifestations have been confirmed, SCP-6461-1 is considered neutralized. SCP-6461-2 is contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber, with the lights dimmed. Should SCP-6461-2 become aggressive, several vents in the chamber must be opened to filter an incapacitating agent into the room. Requests from the anomaly for leaving its cell are to be denied. Revised Containment Procedures (1991/12/16): Per orders of newly promoted Director Webb, prior containment procedures for SCP-6461-2 are to be considered defunct. No sightings of SCP-6461-1 have been found; it will remain designated as neutralized. Description: SCP-6461 refers to two interconnected phenomena. SCP-6461-1 was a cave entrance that manifested on 1937/07/19 on a cave wall near the caverns of Hocking Hills, Ohio. It subsequently demanifested on 1937/07/20. SCP-6461-2 is a 22-year-old1 female who had explored the cave prior to its removal from reality and has since gained several anomalous abilities, including a greatly expanded lifespan. Other anomalous attributes that SCP-6461-2 gained include: The ability to expel strands of silk from its wrists. Testing has shown that these strands are as durable as steel, and can cut through bone. Traces of venom within the subject’s teeth that are able to paralyze humans for up to five hours. An abnormally increased revulsion for light. The subject has described light as ‘irritating on the skin’, and prefers to stay within dark spaces. Four retractable, 1.5-meter-long Theraphosidae2 legs that extend from the subject’s back. SCP-6461-2 is able to climb walls using these legs. SCP-6461-2 is apprehensive toward personnel, but is not hostile. It has repeatedly requested to leave the site; these requests have been denied. Discovery: SCP-6461-1 was discovered on 1937/07/19, after reports of a “disappearing cave” and a missing person’s case connected to the anomaly were detected by an embedded Foundation agent at the local police department. Foundation agents tracked the person responsible for the reports, who claimed that he found the cave and explored it with his sister, who vanished after the entrance to the cave demanifested from reality. Exploration of the area led to the discovery of SCP-6461-2, who was found in a forest, distraught and unable to communicate with personnel for several minutes. SCP-6461-2 was subsequently detained and taken to Site-35. Addendum 6461.1: First Interaction with SCP-6461-2 An interview was conducted on 1957/01/08 to ascertain SCP-6461-2’s current wellbeing, after years of attempted interviews were unsuccessful, due to the anomaly’s increasing apprehension toward personnel. Interviews with the anomaly were also delayed after the former Site-353 completely vanished from reality in 1939. SCP-6461-2 was found to have escaped the facility the day before the incident, and was temporarily transferred to another facility before the reopening of Site-354 in 1956. Dr. Oliver Vandendriessche conducted the initial interview with the anomaly, who unexpectedly agreed to his request. Interviewed: SCP-6461-2 Interviewer: Dr. Oliver Vandendriessche <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. Vandendriessche: Afternoon, Madeline. SCP-6461-2 reveals itself from a dark corner, slowly approaching Vandendriessche. SCP-6461-2: You’re not— Vandendriessche: Calling you by your designation? But that’s not your real name, is it? SCP-6461-2 furrows its eyebrows. SCP-6461-2: I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You can’t trick me this time. Vandendriessche: Madeline, I understand how you’re feeling. I’m not here to convince or trick you into doing anything. I’m just here to talk. SCP-6461-2: About the cave, right? We both know how that goes. Vandendriessche: That’s not my focus for today. I want to ask how you’re feeling. SCP-6461-2: Wow. Seriously? They’re so desperate that they brought out the therapist. Vandendriessche: Not really. I’m just a physician, mostly. But I want to help you. SCP-6461-2: If you’re going to help me, then let me out of here. Let me see him again, don’t keep me trapped here. Please. Pause. Vandendriessche: You don’t have to be completely trapped, and I can show you how. Vandendriessche gestures toward the chamber door. Vandendriessche: Take a walk with me? The entity raises an eyebrow. SCP-6461-2: Are you serious? Vandendriessche: I am. I want to show you around. SCP-6461-2 hesitates, before slowly moving towards the door. Vandendriessche: Are you ready? SCP-6461-2: I guess. Lead the way, physician. Vandendriessche leads SCP-6461-2 throughout the site’s corridors, and through the Psychology & Parapsychology sector. Several psychiatrists carrying clipboards in their hands can be seen entering and exiting their offices. SCP-6461-2: You’re… actually giving them therapy? Vandendriessche: Their conditions aren’t just anomalous. We’re here to help them manage these issues. SCP-6461-2: I didn’t think any of you would even try to care. Vandendriessche: We’re not heartless monsters. There’s this saying that they like to put in our heads. ‘Cold, not cruel.’ SCP-6461-2: Cold is cruel. Vandendriessche: My thoughts exactly. Vandendriessche continues the tour, showing all of the sectors in the site. The two eventually make it back to the containment chamber. Vandendriessche: And that’s all for today. We do have more anomalies contained in the basement level, but those are classified. Hopefully, you can get more acquainted with our site— SCP-6461-2: Because I’m here forever. I know. Vandendriessche looks down at the floor. Vandendriessche: I know none of this is exactly ideal for you, but I want to make your stay here as comfortable for you as possible. SCP-6461-2: Comfortable? Do you think that any of this has been comfortable to me? Not one person has said a word to me in this place before you. They kept poking me with syringes, tying me down, and taking blood without ever saying why. They never asked for consent. Nothing. How can I believe that you’re not trying to do the exact same thing? Vandendriessche looks at the entity incredulously. Vandendriessche: We don’t take blood from anomalies unless there’s a very crucial reason to do so. It’s unsanitary, and unnecessary, except in cases where it is necessary for the specific anomaly. SCP-6461-2: Doesn’t sound like that was the case for me. Vandendriessche: That doesn’t make any sense. And they never talked to you? Not once? SCP-6461-2: Not once. If this gets swept under the rug like every other ‘incident’ caused by you pricks, I will know. You can’t hide this forever. Vandendriessche contemplates for a moment, before turning back to the entity. Vandendriessche: I think I understand now. The site that you were contained in is not the site that we are in now. SCP-6461-2: Come again? Vandendriessche: The day after you escaped the site, it vanished. We looked around, and nothing was left. We still don’t know where it is. I don’t think we ever will. SCP-6461-2: It what? Just like that? Vandendriessche: Just like that. SCP-6461-2: Why did they rebuild it after all this time? Who even runs this place, now? Vandendriessche: That would be me. I have no intention of poking anyone with syringes for unclear reasons. SCP-6461-2: You are? Guess that’s why you’re ‘mostly’ a physician. Vandendriessche: I wanted to make a good first impression. SCP-6461-2 smiles slightly. SCP-6461-2: You’re very convincing, you know that? Vandendriessche: I want you to feel safe here. Genuinely. SCP-6461-2: Then start with the walls. Less concrete. Vandendriessche: If you have more suggestions, you can come to my office. SCP-6461-2: To your office? Like, walk to your office? Vandendriessche: This wasn’t just for show. You can come to my office any time you like. Anywhere else requires permission from me. SCP-6461-2: I didn’t think they’d allow you to not keep everyone on a tight leash. Vandendriessche: It took a lot of convincing, but we made it work. We still have a long way to go, but I’m sure we will progress forward in time. Vandendriessche turns toward the chamber door. Vandendriessche: We’ll be discussing the cave next time I’m here. Until then, have fun. Vandendriessche leaves the chamber. SCP-6461-2 stares at the chamber door in silence. <End Log> Addendum 6461.2: Second Interaction with SCP-6461-2 The following conversation took place three months after the initial interview on 1957/04/18 with Dr. Vandendriessche returning to conduct the interview. The purpose of this interaction was to determine the exact events that SCP-6461-2 experienced while inside SCP-6461-1. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. He looks around to find the room seemingly empty. He is interrupted by a sound coming from the ceiling. SCP-6461-2: Up here! SCP-6461-2 quickly climbs down the wall using its appendages, startling Vandendriessche. Vandendriessche: Whoa, alright— You scared me there! SCP-6461-2: Sorry about that. How’s it going, Director? Vandendriessche: Nothing much, really. I don’t have to look over my shoulder to see who’s breathing down my neck today. SCP-6461-2: Those shadow people, huh? Vandendriessche: They’re not as secretive as you’d believe. I met one of them back when the site first opened. She seemed pleasant. SCP-6461-2: Key word seemed. Vandendriessche: There will always be people who disagree with my beliefs. And there will be people who oppose them. But we have to work with them if we want any change to happen. We can protect each other. SCP-6461-2: Protect each other. That’s a new one. Vandendriessche: I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: I’m here for you. SCP-6461-2: You are incredibly naive. Vandendriessche: I’m optimistic. SCP-6461-2: Let’s be realistic, then. Locking someone up isn’t protecting them. You can’t protect people by refusing to treat them like human beings. Vandendriessche: There are people who will hurt anomalies like you out there. SCP-6461-2: Right, so you’re protecting me from them by stealing my freedom - without even consulting me for anything - and locking me away? Vandendriessche: I understand what you’re trying to say. And I agree, things should be different. But it’s not up to me. I can’t let you leave. They won’t let me. SCP-6461-2: You really don’t see me for who I am, do you? Because I’m not a human, right? I’m an anomaly, something different, something abnormal. Because I’m just something ‘other’ than you. That isn’t ever going away, is it? Pause. Vandendriessche: I apologize. I shouldn’t have ever called you that, I just— SCP-6461-2: It’s fine, let’s just get to the questions already. And don’t ever call me that again. Vandendriessche sighs, slowly pulls up his clipboard, and clicks the pen to write down the entity’s answers. Vandendriessche: What happened on that day? SCP-6461-2: My brother is a cave-diver. He loved to climb down and explore every nook and cranny of those caves. It wasn’t ever my thing. All the tight spaces and the chances of getting stuck were too much for me. Vandendriessche: But that day was different? SCP-6461-2: It was. He usually offers to bring me along, expecting me to say no. But this time he told me about some ‘strange insects’ inside of the cave. He promised that it was easy to explore and he’d guide me to them. Vandendriessche: What about them was strange? SCP-6461-2: He claimed they each had hundreds of legs. Vandendriessche: Was that the reason why you joined him? SCP-6461-2: Yes. I recently completed my degree in Entomology - about two months before then. I guess I already wanted to make a big name for myself - discovering at least one new species so early on in my career, if not more species, made me very excited! Vandendriessche: And what happened in the cave? SCP-6461-2: Who the hell knows. The walls started shaking around us like an earthquake. Some of the rocks started to fuse together as they were being shaken around. It was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. Vandendriessche: Looks like you were experiencing a topological and spatial inconsistency. SCP-6461-2: You think? Everything was falling apart in there. Vandendriessche: I take it you didn’t want to stay in there for long? SCP-6461-2: Yeah, no. I pulled Arthur by the arm and we hightailed it out of there. Vandendriessche: But you weren’t able to escape, were you? SCP-6461-2 doesn’t speak for a few seconds. Its hands start to shake. Vandendriessche: Madeline, are you alright? SCP-6461-2: Yeah, I’m just— Vandendriessche: We can stop the interview now if you would like to. SCP-6461-2: I-I’m fine, just give me a breather. I need a moment. SCP-6461-2 takes a few deep breaths, before continuing. SCP-6461-2: I think Arthur got out. At least, I hope he did. A rock landed on me, made me fall. Vandendriessche: Did it pin you down? SCP-6461-2: That’s the funny thing, it didn’t. I got up just in time to see the entrance get caved in. At least, what I thought was the entrance. SCP-6461-2: I just sat there. I screamed, cried, and yelled. But no one was there. Vandendriessche: I’m sorry. SCP-6461-2: At least I’m here, I guess. Vandendriessche: How long did you think you were down there? SCP-6461-2: I don’t know. Couldn’t have been long. I fell on a stalagmite— SCP-6461 slightly pulls up its shirt and reveals a deep scar of its previous injury. SCP-6461-2: —well, when that rock made me fall. It cut a huge chunk out of my side. I was bleeding out pretty quickly. It was over. Vandendriessche: Did you lose consciousness? SCP-6461-2: Nope! I was left there to think and bleed. It’s really funny - all my life I didn’t drink. Didn’t travel anywhere. Never took risks. And none of that mattered! All it took was two rocks to kill me. Vandendriessche: How did you make it out? Did anyone come to rescue you? SCP-6461-2: That depends. Vandendriessche: On what? SCP-6461-2: From outside the cave? No one. But as I was thinking, I saw something coming from deep within the cave— Vandendriessche: What did you see? SCP-6461-2: —it felt like I was dreaming. I was whisked away into another part of the cavern, where I met it. Vandendriessche: Madeline, who rescued you? SCP-6461-2: A spider, one which was large enough to touch the ceiling, and beyond. It’s hard to even describe what it was, but it was beautiful. It was everything I wanted out of my career and more. Vandendriessche: Did it try to communicate with you? SCP-6461-2: It said nothing, but I could feel how it was feeling. It was as scared as I was. It was dying. It needed me, no we needed each other. So I walked up to it, I touched one of its legs, and I was back outside. The cave entrance was gone, and so was Arthur. Vandendriessche: Whatever this entity was, did it feel divine, or just otherworldly? SCP-6461-2: My brother believed in God, but that thing was not his God. I wish I could’ve seen it for a second time. Get to know what it even was. Vandendriessche: That’s how you became what you are now. It imbued itself into you. SCP-6461-2: That’s how I survived. I feel grateful, but I still remember everything. I dream about it every night. Vandendriessche: Do you want someone to help you with these dreams? SCP-6461-2: Aren’t you just a physician? Vandendriessche: I am. But, you’re in the best place to seek help for it. We’re all here to work with you. SCP-6461-2: I’ll think about it. Vandendriessche places his clipboard under his arm. Vandendriessche: Thank you for telling me your story, Madeline. SCP-6461-2: You’re not going to get anything from that. It won’t benefit me, or you, or anyone. Vandendriessche: That may be so, but it still matters. A story can’t thrive without the person who tells it. Maybe one day we can change this place, together. I hope you can see the same. Vandendriessche reaches to switch off the recording device. <End Log> Addendum 6461.3: Third Interaction with SCP-6461-2 The following impromptu interview took place eight years after the second major recorded interaction with SCP-6461-2 on 1965/05/05 inside Director Vandendriessche’s office. The purpose of this interview was to check-in on SCP-6461-2’s mental wellbeing. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche is sitting in his office. The door to the office opens, revealing SCP-6461-2’s head peeking inside. SCP-6461-2: You said you needed me? Vandendriessche looks up from the papers that he’s holding. Vandendriessche: Yes, I need you to come look at these and help sort them for me. SCP-6461-2: They’re having us doing the labor now, huh? Vandendriessche: That would be a terrible idea. I just need a helping hand for a bit. SCP-6461-2: Alright, I’ll get those. SCP-6461-2 heads over to the director’s desk, grabbing the papers and skimming them over. The risk of allowing anomalies to further fraternize with personnel and each other is growing too high. What you are doing is pushing the line of what is considered acceptable. The Foundation must continue its mission as it was originally intended. Continuing down this path of discourse would only sow instability. It is imperative that your site ceases all deviations from our collective goal. This is your final warning. SCP-6461-2: That was your meeting with them. Vandendriessche: Could’ve went better, but we’ll take what we can get. SCP-6461-2: I know you’re so insistent that you both respect each other. But do you actually like each other? At all? Vandendriessche: If I’m being honest, I don’t like their attitude. They’re too comfortable where they’re at. Any change will make them wary, because that would change where they got their position from. SCP-6461-2: Like evil dictators sitting on their thrones. Vandendriessche: They’re not dictators. They’re just content. Too content with where they are while wanting to keep us where we are. Or else, we get sacked. Vandendriessche: I’ve been trying to help all of you not feel like you’re trapped. But there’s always at least one person who will veto anything I try to pass. SCP-6461-2 begins to sort the files and place them in the correct filing cabinets. As it does so, it continues to converse with the director. SCP-6461-2: Here’s my question. Why are you trying to change things in this place? They’re not going to let you do anything, even if you try. It’s like trying to wade through a relentless tide that only seeks to tear you apart. Why even try? Vandendrisseche takes a sip from his coffee, before answering. Vandendrisseche: I grew up in the town of Geel. For hundreds of years, while the world shunned and bullied them, we took in those with psychiatric conditions. We gave them homes, food, and a community. They weren’t called patients - they were our boarders. They were guests. Vandendrisseche: I remember we had six boarders in my family’s home over the years. One would lock himself in the bathroom to furiously wash his hands, another used to struggle to sleep because he saw lions coming out of the walls. But we accepted that. None of them were abnormal. There was nothing about them that we needed to shun or change - because that’s who they were. There were some who refused to accept that. They considered themselves superior, and refused to treat our boarders like people. It was unorthodox to everyone outside of our town. But it worked. It worked to give these people friends and families who wouldn’t shun them. It gave them a place to live as people. SCP-6461-2 opens another filing cabinet. Vandendrisseche: The Foundation has three tenets. Everyone associates us with the first two, Secure and Contain. But the third - that’s what they hired me for. To Protect. SCP-6461-2: Who did they want you to protect? Vandendrisseche: Themselves. They hired me to make the anomalies ‘behave’. See if I could, at least. And I did. I treated them like they should be treated. SCP-6461-2: Like people. Vandendrisseche: It can’t be exactly 1:1, unfortunately. They still consider you inferior - demand you live in a cell. Refuse to let you go free. But, I do the best I can for all those under my watch. You are not a designation. You are not anomalies. You are my boarders - my guests. SCP-6461-2 puts the last file in the correct cabinet. SCP-6461-2: That’s it, then. Vandendrisseche: It’s what I’m here for. To support you. SCP-6461-2: If I were you, I would’ve just left the second I found out people were being locked in cages. Vandendrisseche: When I first joined, they didn’t assign any of the anomalies to me. I spent nearly half a decade until I saw my first anomaly - one they wanted me to treat. And I did. I don’t know where he went - they never told me. But I spent enough time with him to learn his name. SCP-6461-2: Why didn’t you leave? You could’ve at any time. But you didn’t. Vandendriessche: I don’t think I fully grasped what truly went on behind the scenes until I was able to get this site. I still don’t think I know everything. But I know enough. If I leave, if I retire, I don’t know who will end up in charge. I’m narrowing in on successors, but I haven’t found one yet. I can’t let all of this work be for nothing. I have to see this through. SCP-6461-2: You’re stuck being a cog in the machine, forever. Vandendriessche: No. I’m doing what I can to make things better, even if everything around me burns, I can make one thing better than before. Isn’t this the same dilemma that we’re all in, every day? SCP-6461-2: Even if I can see what you’re changing, it’s insignificant. This changes nothing. Vandendriessche: This changes everything. If I just sat around and did what I was told, we wouldn’t have what we have now. You would just be rotting in your cell for the rest of your life. Even the simplest and smallest changes can make a difference for what we do. We can’t change the world or defeat every evil in a day. But we can plant flowers for our communities, we can put signs on posts, we can volunteer, and we can help in any way we can. I would rather make one person’s day brighter than sit back and let everything die. Pause. SCP-6461-2: Is it worth it? Even if I’m here for 40, 50 years? Vandendriessche: I promise you, I will do everything I can to help you. Even if it’s only for a moment, you will see the sun shine on you again. SCP-6461-2: Don’t make promises you can’t keep. SCP-6461-2 turns to leave the office. <End Log> Addendum 6461.4: Fourth Interaction with SCP-6461-2 On 1977/09/30, the emergency alarm system within SCP-6461-2’s chamber was activated. The incapacitating agents were not filtered in the room after they were removed following Director Vandendriessche’s order in 1969, as they were no longer needed in any capacity. Vandendriessche entered the chamber to check the anomaly’s status with four armed guards stationed outside; the following is the resulting conversation. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. The chamber has somehow extended by 4.5 meters, and resembles a small cavern. Several stalactites and stalagmites can be seen. Vandendriessche: What in the world? Vandendriessche explores the chamber, eventually reaching the far end. He turns slightly to his left, spotting SCP-6461-2 hiding in a dark corner, and obscuring its face. Vandendriessche: Are you alright? What’s going— A common house spider scurries across the floor of the chamber, startling Vandendriessche and causing him to pin himself against the wall. The spider heads toward SCP-6461-2, who gently scoops it up with one hand. SCP-6461-2: It’s adorable, isn’t it? Vandendriessche pushes himself away from the wall, and sighs in relief. Vandendriessche: I’m not really a huge fan of spiders, sorry. SCP-6461-2: I understand. Most of them are harmless to us. They don’t usually want to bother us. But we still crush them anyway. SCP-6461-2 lowers its hand, allowing the spider to scurry away. SCP-6461-2: When I feel down, I look at the little things around me. Every insect, every worm, every arachnid. Their lives are simple, and they don’t have to worry about anything. Vandendriessche: I bet I can guess how you got your degree, then. The entity smiles sadly. SCP-6461-2: Wish I could’ve put that to good use. Vandendriessche: If we had an Entomology department, you would’ve fit right in. SCP-6461-2: How about we don’t put me anywhere else? Or make me do random tasks? Or lock me up in the first place? The surroundings around the two begin to shake. SCP-6461-2: I talked with some of your researchers yesterday. They couldn’t even look at me. You said that we are treated as guests, right? Vandendriessche: I did— SCP-6461-2: Don’t lie to me. I’ve already been through the lies, don’t do this to me again. Vandendriessche looks at the floor. Vandendriessche: There are people who refuse to accept you in this building. There are people like that everywhere. I’ll try to do better for you, I’ll make sure that— SCP-6461-2: I don’t care. SCP-6461-2: You’re helping no one. This tea party with hugs and confetti is not going to remove the fact that I’m still trapped. My family is never going to see me again. I’m not a guest here, I am a prisoner, and I always will be. SCP-6461-2: That goddamn cave is the only remnant of him that’s still left. And you know what, I’d rather be trapped in there than in here. Because at least I’d die in peace. Pause. Vandendriessche: I have another thing for you to look at. Would you mind— SCP-6461-2: Fine. Vandendriessche hands the anomaly another document. This idea of yours is unnecessary at best and absolutely ludicrous if I were to approve this. Anomalies aren't henchmen. They aren't things we work with. They are anomalies. Contained SCPs that should stay contained. If we give them the slightest ability to control a site, then they will find a way to abuse any power they can get and cause an ungodly amount of destruction to our facilities. It cannot and will not be your assistant in any capacity. SCP-6461-2: You were trying to get me to be the Deputy Director. Why? Vandendriessche: Because you deserve a chance to live. The shaking begins to subside. SCP-6461-2: You are unbelievable, you know that? We both know that there’s no possible scenario where you can convince those people of anything, especially the issue of leaving my cage for even a second. Vandendriessche: We can prove your worth to them. I’ll teach you everything I know, and together we can prove that you deserve to not be where you’re at. SCP-6461-2: Do you really think this’ll work? Vandendriessche: I have faith that we will succeed. We will never know if we don’t try. SCP-6461-2: I can’t even go out to see the sun, I’m going to feel like I’m inside it. Vandendriessche: Then I’ll bring you an umbrella. I promise you, everything will work out in the end. We must see this through. Vandendriessche holds out his hand. Vandendriessche: Are you ready? SCP-6461-2: If there’s no other option, then— The entity firmly grasps Vandendriessche’s hand. SCP-6461-2: You better be right. Vandendriessche: We’ll get started tomorrow morning. See you then. <End Log> Addendum 6461.5: Fifth Interaction with SCP-6461-2 The following interview took place on 1981/04/30. This was the last major recorded interview, as crucial information regarding both anomalies have already been gathered, making interviews no longer necessary. <Begin Log> Vandendriessche enters the chamber. It retains its cavernous surroundings. Vandendriessche: I have no clue why this looks like 6461-1, even now. SCP-6461-2: It’s the thing that’s impacted my life the most. It’s been on my mind for the longest time; it’s only natural that it follows me here. Vandendriessche: Physically from what we’ve seen before, this shouldn’t happen. SCP-6461-2: Maybe it’s the remnants of the original? Or it’s part of what the giant spider imbued in me. Vandendriessche: We won’t know for sure. We never found that cave after it vanished, so I doubt we’ll ever find concrete answers. Vandendriessche: But right now I’m here to give you a refresher. See if you remember anything you’ve learned. SCP-6461-2: About being a director? Vandendriessche: More about leadership in general. Tell me, what makes a good leader? SCP-6461-2: First off, you need to be aware of your own strengths and weaknesses, a better understanding of yourself means being able to understand how other people see you. Then you need to demonstrate respect to your subordinates consistently, you need to improve your skills in communication, you need to have a vision and drive for the future, and of course you need to have moral integrity. Vandendriessche: That’s good, very good. But there’s one very crucial step that you missed. SCP-6461-2: Which is? Vandendriessche: Compassion. Also empathy, but you need to do more than just simply listen and seek to understand how other people feel. Compassion requires leaders to act on what they learn. One won’t truly be heard if their boss doesn’t take any meaningful action on their concerns. SCP-6461-2: Right, you did say that. Because building trust between your peers makes an effective leader. Vandendriessche: Precisely. SCP-6461-2: Speaking of being a leader, what’s our next step? How are we going to ‘prove me’ to them? Vandendriessche: I’ve been doing my best to get you to help me with containment efforts and other standard procedures, which is why I had you look over all those documents and show you how I do things around here. Thankfully, I did that in advance so that part is a minor concern. Our biggest concern is the final review that the O5s have to do in-person with you before you get the position. After I retire, of course. SCP-6461-2: I have to meet with them. In-person. Vandendriessche: Correct. I know that sounds frightening, but I’ll tell you what to say so that things can go smoothly. SCP-6461-2: Do you want me to memorize a script? It doesn’t matter what you want me to say, they’re going to say something that will trip me up. Vandendriessche: We’ll prepare ourselves ahead of time. I assure you, you’ll be fine. SCP-6461-2: Every time you say that, something always comes up. I’m not exactly assured. Vandendriessche: I’m not sure it’s every— The door to the room slams open. Secretary Adams stumbles into the chamber. Vandendriessche: Yes, Rachel? Adams: The O5s want you. Probably for something stupid again— oh. SCP-6461-2: What, you’ve never seen an anomaly before? Adams looks around the room nervously. Adams: Yeah, uh, I didn’t know you were— Vandendriessche: I informed you about my interview earlier. What other concerns do you have? Adams: Nothing, I just, I have to go. SCP-6461-2: So soon? Come on, let’s cut the vague nonsense and talk about it upfront. Adams: I’d rather not. SCP-6461-2: Are you scared that I might hurt you? Because I’m not like you? Adams: I— Vandendriessche: You are dismissed, Rachel. Thank you. Adams quickly nods her head before rapidly exiting the chamber, looking over her shoulder as she does so. SCP-6461-2: I thought you said you would fix that problem. Vandendriessche: I tried to convince them otherwise, but they wouldn’t budge. Even if I tried to fire them, the O5s would just transfer them to another facility. Because they’re all essential to their mission. I’m sorry that you’re still treated this way. There’s no excuse for my inaction. SCP-6461-2: I know it was never your fault. You at least cared for me. That’s something that I haven’t had in a while. But this needs to end. SCP-6461-2: They throw thousands into prisons without any kind of due process or trial. They waste so many lives for meaningless research. And we can’t do a damn thing about it. SCP-6461-2: You said that a leader needs to act upon what they learned. That’s what I’m going to do. If these people are going to be trapped, they need someone who isn’t there to play pretend. They need to know the truth. And if they never gave me anything, I’ll make sure that in this place, people like me will get everything. SCP-6461-2: Now, what’s next? Vandendriessche smiles slightly, before placing his hands in his pockets. Vandendriessche: We’ll need to do actual work with the anomalies. Diplomatic conversations, recreational activities, helping them in any way we can. SCP-6461-2: You think I’ll be prepared for that? Vandendriessche: You have the drive. I believe that if you wanted to, you could accomplish anything. SCP-6461-2: What are you thinking we should talk to first? Vandendriessche pulls out a picture from his pocket, and holds it in front of SCP-6461-2. The figure captured is a skeleton on fire. Vandendriessche: This is SCP-060-Alpha. It is extremely hostile and intelligent, and it will frequently try to strangle personnel or throw itself at as many flammable objects as possible. SCP-6461-2: And you want me to help you say hi to it? Vandendriessche: Correct. Our only way of summoning it so far is by burning a select few white oak trees, but we have been trying to determine ways to summon and restrain it thaumaturgically so it won’t attack us. SCP-6461-2: This sounds like an awful idea. Can’t we just leave it alone? Vandendriessche: It’s a sapient being, and by talking to it we can prevent future incidents from happening. For one thing, it’s very protective of these trees, so there has to be a significant reason behind it. The second thing is that the entity might have actually previously been Johnathan Cornhill, who was the first person to summon it. We never found his body, and although other researchers have given up on that theory, I still think it’s a possibility. SCP-6461-2: So you’re saying that if we summon the skeleton through a different process and try to communicate with it, all problems will be solved? Vandendriessche: If it’s an intelligent being, it can be reasoned with. It might take me a while to get permission for this, especially considering I’m bringing you along, but I think this’ll go well. SCP-6461-2: I hope you’re right this time. I don’t want you to get hurt. Vandendriessche: I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. This is your time to shine, now. <End Log> Addendum 6461.6: Incident 6461-060-1 On 1985/12/12, Director Vandendriessche and SCP-6461-2 visited Satellite Site-66-060 in order to conduct a seancé to have a diplomatic conversation with SCP-060-Alpha. The visit was tentatively approved by O5 Command, and a thaumaturgist with a specialty in phasmology was sent to assist in conducting the seancé. During the seancé, SCP-060-Alpha unexpectedly breached containment without any of the usual triggers for its summoning, causing Satellite Site-66-060 to initiate lockdown. The thaumaturgist fled the room just as the containment doors were sealed, leaving the director and SCP-6461-2 trapped inside. Upon SCP-060-Alpha’s demanifestation via the site’s fire suppression systems, Director Vandendriessche’s burnt corpse was found inside SCP-060-Alpha’s containment chamber, along with SCP-6461-2, who was unharmed. SCP-6461-2 was found sitting against the wall, staring at the body of Director Vandendriessche. It was eventually returned to Site-35 and recontained. It was also discovered that SCP-6461-2 attempted to save the director by attacking the anomaly, but was unsuccessful in doing so. It was commended for its efforts with assisting the re-containment of SCP-060-Alpha and its bravery. Addendum 6461.7: O5 Meeting 56156/6461 The following transcript of a 1991/12/16 O5 meeting was attached to this document per order of Director Webb. Standard protocols regarding transcriptions have been disregarded for this specific document by order from the director herself. It is restricted to personnel with Level 4 Clearance. <Begin Log> Madeline Webb enters a large, dark chamber, and walks through it in silence. She eventually reaches the end, where holographic projections of thirteen individuals await her in the shadows. From the outlines, she can see four women, six men, a supercomputer, a cat, and a spectral entity. The first individual to the left speaks up first. O5-1: Afternoon, everyone. Today’s meeting is regarding the final evaluation of one Miss Webb, designation SCP-6461-2. She has completed her training for directorship, and has shown a lot of promise over these past few years. So, what do we think? O5-8: I think this is incongruous to our mission. Webb: How so? O5-8: How so, how so. Well, I’ll tell you. Your facility has had a longstanding trend of being overtly humanistic and making a more laissez-faire approach to your operations. This doesn’t quite mesh well to our collective line of work. Placing you as the director would further this trend, and perhaps provide inspiration for other sites to do the same. I don’t think we can have that, now, can we? Webb: Our stance of containment has prevented potential containment breaches by a wide margin, and we did that by giving the anomalies the help that they need. If we just leave them in their cages, what good will that do for us? It wouldn’t be efficient for either party. O5-3: She is partially right on that count. According to my records, there have only been 2 minor breaches at the site for the past few decades. O5-8: Right, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be any problems in the future. Webb: I have done what’s necessary for our mission, and I believe that what I am trying to do currently is and will continue to be beneficial and efficient for our current business. O5-8: Our current business? Webb: I have helped you with containment efforts, haven’t I? O5-8: I think you and I have a different interpretation of what our mission is. What do you think we do to protect? Webb: We protect both anomalies and humanity from each other. O5-8: You’re only half-right. Our mission, since day one, since the first draft of our charter, is to protect humanity and only humanity. We all know our roles, and you should know yours. I can’t fathom why you even got here in the first place. Webb: Because he wanted me to. And I wanted to as well. I’m here to help. O5-8: Right, him. Of course. Webb: What exactly did Oliver do inefficiently? O5-8: I think it’s very apparent what he did. He’s why your facility is the way it is, correct? Webb: You are correct, sir. O5-8: Exactly. The cat paws at her microphone until it activates. O5-5: Personally, I don’t think it’s too terrible of an idea to have her as director. O5-8: And why is that, might I ask? If we approve this ridiculous idea, it could jeopardize our mission at any point. I read the transcripts. I know what it said. O5-5: That is a possibility, but it is clear now that she has a willingness to help our goals, even if it’s a tentative one. O5-8: It is a contained anomaly. We keep them in line. That’s what we are supposed to do. If we at any time decide to recruit them as personnel, they would be able to revolt, and they will slip from our grasp and walk freely. I will not stand for this. Webb looks around at each of the overseers, before turning to O5-8. Webb: So you, the high court, are allowed to keep a cat and a ghost as members, but I’m not allowed to join your ranks? O5-8: There’s a clear difference. Both Five and Thirteen have their reasons for being here. Thirteen wasn’t even anomalous in the slightest before he passed. We all have our reasons for using anomalies for our benefits. You can’t be part of any position, because as I said earlier, we contain your kind, and we keep you contained. Pause. Webb: But it doesn’t have to be that way. Webb: At my site, I don’t see objects, I don’t see designations. I see people. I see guests. I see people that I need to support, that need to know that they are loved, and valued. Webb: If you can look around, you will see that things are starting to change. We can’t just let these people rot in the dark anymore. We have to give them the light that they need. Even if it’s only the tiniest bit. Webb: I know you don’t think I should be part of this, but I assure you that everything I do will be for the benefit of me and you. I won’t compromise your mission, because I can’t. No matter what I do, I will never be able to leave this place. I will not try to cause a breach, nor desertion of any kind. I am only here to help the people that you neglected all these years, and in turn your mission can continue as usual. I am here to make their lives better. If you disagree with this decision, I understand, but this is my final stance. O5-8: You— O5-1 presses a button, causing O5-8’s speaker to deactivate. O5-1: That’s enough, Eight. O5-1: I understand your rationale, and I can see you passed your assessments with flying colors. It is clear to me that you are fit to be a leader, and you have the drive to become one. O5-1: But I have one question for you. In the event that we deem you to be defiant to our organization and unmanageable, we will do everything in our power to rescind your permissions and your designation will be reinstated. Do you understand and accept this? Webb: I do. O5-1: Then we shall vote. In the meantime, you can wait outside in the lobby. The voting process begins. All holograms turn off for the duration of this process. Webb does not move from her position. She appears to sweat. Eventually, the holograms reactivate. O5-1 is the first to speak. O5-1: The results are in. By a close 7-6 vote, this proposal has passed. Welcome aboard, Director. Webb exhales in relief. Webb: Thank you, sir. O5-1: Please, just call me One. O5-8: You are going to regret this. O5-1: Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. We’ll see. O5-1: Madeline, Five will be your advisor from now on. She’ll tell you everything that you need to know once you get your bearings. O5-5: I’m sure you’ll make him proud. Webb: I already have. O5-1: This concludes our meeting. Sound off. The holograms dissipate, leaving Director Webb in darkness. <End Log> Addendum 6461.8: Message from Director Webb The following recording was transcribed and attached to this document by order of Director Webb. Only the current director of the site can view this document. <Begin Log> Director Webb sits at her desk, looking into the camera. Webb: Hey, Oliver. She adjusts the camera. Webb: We did it. I did it. I’m the director. No more designations. Just Director Webb. It feels great. Webb laughs. Webb: Earlier today, while I was at Site-01, I saw something beautiful. They had a window! Now, the window itself wasn't anything special. But I saw the sun again. Even if I couldn't go near it, it was heavenly. The beautiful sky - not a cloud in sight. Webb sighs. Webb: It's not over, though. Eight really seemed pissed that I was put in charge. I don't even know how you put up with him. Or how I'm going to keep putting up with him. But the fight moves on. One day, you'll be able to rest easy. One day, we'll give your work the recognition it deserves. Webb looks away from the camera. Webb: One day. She looks back at the camera. Webb: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I could've done more. I tried to do something - whatever I could. But I don't know. I don't know how I'm alive - I should have died from it, hell I should have died from the cave. But your body - god. You didn't deserve that. You deserved better. You deserved to be able to retire. You deserved to see your work come through. You deserved to see everything- everything work out… Webb stops talking and grabs a tissue, wiping away tears from her eyes. Webb: And it will happen. Things have only changed lightly - surface-level things, really. But, it's a start. Soon, we'll fix everything. We'll give these people the freedom they deserve. With every flower planted, with every march, and with every hand to help another up. It's better than nothing at all. I don't know what will happen next. I don't know how it's going to happen, but it will happen. I need to help all of them. Just like you did for me. Pause. Webb: I'll take care of your boarders, Oliver. <End Log> Footnotes 1. At time of initial containment. Since then, the anomaly has begun to physically age one for every fifteen years slower. 2. Tarantula 3. Located in West Portsmouth, Ohio. 4. Relocated to Chillicothe, Ohio. More From This Author More From This Author Merehrab's Works SCPs SCP-7550 (+58) • SCP-7163 (+53) • SCP-7467 (+21) • SCP-8035 (+32) • Tales/GoI Formats Turning Out (+17) • Blackbird (+12) • Other Merehrab’s Musings (+28) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6461" by Merehrab, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6461. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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In the event of unauthorized entry into SCP-6462, Stationary Task Force Aleph-5 ("Bridezillas") is to immediately terminate all trespassing entities. In the event that an authorized entry into SCP-6462 results in personnel being deposited in any area outside of SCP-6462-B-1, an STF Aleph-5 team is to be dispatched to retrieve them. Personnel stationed within SCP-6462 are to undergo weekly psychiatric evaluations. Personnel that begin displaying erratic behavior, an obsession with the number seven, and/or acute claustrophobia are to be amnesticized and removed from their position. Additionally, SCP-6462 personnel are to undergo regular anaerobic exercises and a high protein diet to prevent muscle atrophy. Initial point of entry into SCP-6462, 4 km away from SCP-6462-B To prevent transmission of SCP-6462-A, type-21 bulwark energy disruptors have been arranged in a 7 meter radius around SCP-6462-C. They are to be safely deactivated and replaced every 23.4 hours to be disassembled and cleaned of any accumulated blood, amniotic fluid, and/or assorted viscera. 310 liters of water are to be placed within 5.4 meters of SCP-6462-C every 6.1 hours. SCP-6462-C's chains are to be visually examined every 12 hours for damage. If SCP-6462-C's chains are rendered unable to keep SCP-6462-C closed or SCP-6462-C-1 is verifiably observed to physically exit SCP-6462-C through any other means, an on-site Surtr-Class ████████ warhead is to be remotely detonated. Description: SCP-6462 is a pocket reality located within Relic Universe 7V-Ω, which was previously believed to have been rendered unable to sustain reality during the Third Crimson Crusade..One of the first recorded cross-universe wars, taking part between the Supplicants of the Cerise Czar and the Dominion of Eyes. SCP-6462's position within Relic Universe 7V-Ω appears to have hidden its existence from the multiverse at large, as all available multiverse maps display 7V-Ω as an empty "dead zone." The only way to independently learn of SCP-6462's existence is to isolate SCP-6462-A, trace it to its point of origin, then utilize a Scranton-Meyerbeer Arc to travel to that origin point. SCP-6462-A SCP-6462-A SCP-6462-A is an anomalous form of Leinster-Wells radiation.Radiation that naturally occurs in the space between universes, but can be replicated within real-space using highly specialized equipment. that was discovered through the Trifrost Initiative..Ongoing Foundation program to develop a non-anomalous method of cross-universe transportation. SCP-6462-A's anomalous properties were brought to light by the standard exposure tests that were performed following its discovery. SCP-6462-A Exposure Test Log Subjects were each exposed to a concentrated SCP-6462-A emission, then closely monitored for physical or psychological changes. Tests 1 - 45 <REMOVED FOR BREVITY> Test 46 Subject: 3 live chickens Result: Autopsies revealed that the stomach lining of 2 subjects became lined with teeth-like growths. The third subject's stomach appeared unaltered, but further examination revealed that it was entirely composed of human ovarian tissue. The subject's stomach tissue was discovered to be genetically identical to ovarian tissue samples taken from SCP-231-5..At this point, SCP-6462-A was given a provisional SCP designation and authority over SCP-6462-A testing was transferred from Trifrost Initiative head researcher Dr. Vivian Spaulding to Dr. Robert Montauk. Tests 47 - 56 <REMOVED FOR BREVITY> Test 57 Subject: 15 D-Class Result: Subjects reported regularly experiencing strange and upsetting dreams over the course of the month following their exposure to SCP-6462-A. A majority of reports display imagery and themes commonly found in the religious texts of the Children of the Scarlet King. Test 57 Dream Reports Sample Subject: D-6751 Date: 06/15/2034 D-6751: I was in this cave, but it was also a river? Like, it used to be a river— or was going to be. Don't remember. It was completely dark, I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I had a rope tied around my waist and I was holding onto it, 'cause I knew it led back to the surface. D-6751: I was barefoot, I think. It was all quiet, just dripping water. Sometimes I heard someone else breathing, all hot on the back of my neck. Felt I was getting bitten, with that breath. Whenever that happened I'd freak out and start running, but I'd forget about the rope and take a wrong turn and I'd have to turn back. D-6751: Eventually I found the surface, but then I looked down and realized it hadn't been rope I was holding onto the whole time. It was my fucking intestines, with one end coming out of a nasty hole in my stomach and the other end tied to a tree at mouth of the cave. Really wigged me out, I'll tell you. Woke up half the cell block with my screaming. But you probably already knew about that part, right? Subject: D-2183 Date: 07/10/2034 D-2183: I was going to a party with my sisters— I had sisters, in the dream —but we were all really sad about it. We never got to the party, though. It was like we were always on the verge of arriving. Interviewer: Can you provide more detail regarding the sisters you were dreaming about? Did they have any notable physical features or clothing, any memorable personality traits? D-2183: I dunno… I never remember much about my dreams. I think all seven of us were wearing these long gowns and heavy metal bracelets on both wrists— oh yeah, I had like six or seven sisters in the dream. Is that enough detail? Subject: D-4644 Date: 06/15/2034 D-4644: I was in some kind of ceremony. A ritual, like something from a bad horror movie. Chanting, guys in robes, the whole nine yards. There was a girl in a white gown chained to a stone slab. Couldn't have been more than fifteen. Not much older than my daughter. D-4644: I expected her to look terrified, but she was sort of… resigned. Tired, almost. D-4644: They gave me a dagger to cut her open, but before they could make me, I woke up because some asshole thought it would be funny to start yelling shit at three AM. I guess I'm grateful for that. But they— [D-4644 interrupts himself, appearing conflicted.] Interviewer: Please, continue. D-4644: They… they wouldn't have needed to make me do it. I wanted to do it. To cut her open. I… D-4644: I still do. Fuck. I still do. And she looked so much like my little girl, I— [D-4644 rubs his face with his hands.] D-4644: [Quietly.] I think something's really wrong with me, doctor. [Class C Amnestics were administered to D-4644 shortly after the interview's conclusion.] Subject: D-7061 Date: 07/02/2034 D-7061: Red. [When requested to clarify their statement, D-7061 attempted to comply, but was unable to describe their dream in any other words.] Subject: D-3082 Date: 07/09/2034 D-3082: I don't remember my dad's face. Did you know that? He died in a car crash when I was nine. He taught me how to read, how to ride a bike, and I don't remember his face. Can you imagine? Interviewer: I don't understand. Are you saying your dream was of childhood memories? Did you see your father's face in your dream? D-3082: He came into my room last night, through the red of the howling moon's eye. But his face was wrong. He wasn't wearing it right. [D-3082 begins bleeding from her left nostril.] D-3082: Oh. Here he comes now. [D-3082 became unresponsive to questioning; it quickly became apparent that she was suffering from a severe heart attack, likely caused by preeclampsia-induced high blood pressure. Subject is currently in recovery.] SCP-6462 does not experience a day/night cycle. It appears to possess a celestial body analogous to the sun (SCP-6462-SOL), which perpetually produces 2000–5000 lux..Direct sunlight produces 32,000–100,000 lux. SCP-6462-SOL SCP-6462 lacks any form of native non-bacterial organic life. Muscle mass atrophies at an increased rate within SCP-6462, though not at a pace that cannot be counteracted by exercise and a high protein diet. With the exception of SCP-6462-B, its landscape is predominately flat and featureless, dotted with stone outcroppings. The surface area of SCP-6462 is currently unknown. SCP-6462-B is a ~2500 km2 city situated within SCP-6462. The structures within SCP-6462-B bear strong stylistic similarities to Pre-Renaissance Daevite architecture, though no physical evidence of human habitation within SCP-6462-B has been found. With the exception of SCP-6462-B-1, all structures within SCP-6462-B are hollow and deceptively fragile. Nearly all instances of text within SCP-6462-B have eroded to the point of illegibility. Potential sightings of SCP-6462-B-NT instances SCP-6462-B is inhabited by an unknown quantity of SCP-6462-B-NT instances. A SCP-6462-B-NT instance is a humanoid entity composed of dense tenebrous matter..Colloquially known as "three-dimensional shadows." SCP-6462-B-NT instances temporarily cease existing while directly perceived. All sightings of SCP-6462-B-NT instances have been in the periphery of the viewer's vision or heard in such a way that the listener was uncertain of the sound's source. Any camera within a 52 meter radius of a SCP-6462-B-NT instance may begin displaying 1 or more SCP-6462-B-NT instances that are not there. Up to 44% of all recorded images of SCP-6462-B-NT instances are potentially false. SCP-6462-B-NT instances are aggressive and violent, but not directly confrontational, usually choosing targets that are alone or, if no such prey is available, attacking through ambushes. SCP-6462-B-NT instances are either unable or unwilling to harm or impede Foundation personnel within SCP-6462-B-1. As such, SCP-6462-B-1's central hall (designated SCP-6462-B-1-0) has been made the location of the central base camp within SCP-6462. Supplementary Exploration Log Supplementary Exploration Log Before the discovery of SCP-6462-B-1's pacifying effect on SCP-6462-B-NT instances, Mobile Task Force Aleph-7 ("Crownbreakers") attempted to create a safe zone where Foundation researchers could work with relative safety. During these proceedings, MTF Aleph-7 member Gabriel Dubois was separated from his team in an altercation that destroyed his portable radio and damaged the broadcaster on his bodycam. 45 minutes later, his bodycam continued broadcasting. Dubois Video Log Transcript <BEGIN LOG> [Dubois' bodycam is pointed at the floor, presumably because he is in the midst of repairing it.] Dubois: [Whispering.] Come on you piece of— Yes! [Dubois sets his bodycam back into place. It faces a closed door, which has been barricaded with multiple pieces of furniture.] Dubois: Okay… I can't hear you, but you can hear me. I was separated from my team and got chased into a building a couple blocks down. Not certain where, I wasn't able to keep my sense of direction. I think I'm in some kind of hospital. Third floor. Dubois: I've barricaded the door. It's managed to hold so far— no idea how, this furniture is brittle as hell. A chair leg broke off in my hand; I only did it 'cause I thought it would slow them down as I climbed out the window. No such luck— the room doesn't have a window. Dubois: I think those shadow things are just waiting outside the door. I can hear them whispering. [Dubois nears the barricaded door. Indistinct voice(s) can be heard. It is unclear how many sources are present.] Dubois: I think they're telling me to open the door. Over and over again, just "open the door." Dubois: Why don't they do it themselves? I've seen one pull a man's arms off like a kid with a Barbie. ???: You're thinking of the wrong door. [Dubois yells and turns. Broadcast ends.] <END LOG> Final image broadcasted Gabriel Dubois' body has not yet been recovered. SCP-6462-B-1 is a palace in the approximate center of SCP-6462-B. It appears to host multiple spacial anomalies, as moving through a doorway in SCP-6462-B-1 transports the subject into a random room within SCP-6462-B-1. The seventh doorway one travels through will always return the subject to SCP-6462-B-1-0. The only thresholds not subject to this anomaly are the doorways at both ends of SCP-6462-B-1-0: the building's single entrance/exit and the door to SCP-6462-B-1-1. SCP-6462-B-1 Rooms SCP-6462-B-1 Rooms Currently, 306 distinct rooms have been discovered within SCP-6462-B-1. Rooms of particular significance have been catalogued below..For a full listing of SCP-6462-B-1's rooms, see the SCP-6462 exploration records stored in Archival Site B. SCP Designation Description Notes SCP-6462-B-1-0 Central Hall Possesses 10 thresholds in total; 1 on each end and 4 on both sides. The second threshold on the south wall has collapsed, making passage impossible. SCP-6462-B-1-1 Throne Room Contains SCP-6462-C. SCP-6462-B-1-19 Conservatory Contains several forms of dead plant matter, including gold leaves of similar hue and shape to that of the ithun cultivar of malus domestica. SCP-6462-B-1-54 Armory Due to the extreme danger that SCP-6462-C-1 poses to reality as a whole, 45% of the objects discovered in SCP-6462-B-1-54 have been utilized to construct the on-site Surtr-Class ████████ warhead. 47% of the room's contents have been transferred to Hazardous Materials Storage Site J, pending examination and classification. The remaining 8% have not been moved, as attempting to do so has been deemed too dangerous. SCP-6462-B-1-90 Library All texts in this room have been rendered unsalvageable due to a mixture of erosion and burn marks. Edit: 4 legible texts have been uncovered. The first partially resembles existing descriptions of SCP-6019. The remaining 3 texts are currently being translated. SCP-6462-B-1-113 Bloodletting Room Upon entering this room, all adjacent thresholds automatically seal themselves and can only be reopened by filling the stone bowl in the center of the room with 2 liters of intravenous blood. SCP-6462-B-1-141 Empty Chamber The floor of this room is covered in an unknown tar-like substance. Loud knocking can be heard through its northeast wall. SCP-6462-B-1-238 Birthing Room [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] SCP-6462-B-1-253 Ocean Chamber This room contains a body of water of unknown size that vastly exceeds the surface area of SCP-6462-B. Cursory explorations of this room have uncovered the fossilized remains of an unknown mammalian species that bears extreme resemblance to the species physeter macrocephalus. SCP-6462-B-1-253 SCP-6462-C is a stone casket that is approximately 3 meters wide, 5 meters long, and 2 meters deep. It is suspended in the air above a stone throne in the center of SCP-6462-B-1-1, wrapped in seven chains composed of an unknown silver metal. Each chain is attached to a metal loop that has been embedded in either the north or south wall. 4 chains are connected to the north wall and 3 are connected to the south wall. A fourth loop has been observed on the south wall, adjacent to the other 3 loops, but no evidence of an eighth chain has yet been found. SCP-6462-C has an exsiccating effect on all forms of liquid and organic matter within a 5.4 m to 2.2 km radius. The rate of exsiccation and size of its range of effect is inversely proportional to the amount of liquid removed by SCP-6462-C within a recent time span. Entrance into SCP-6462-B-1 was not initially possible until three members of MTF Aleph-7 accidentally entered SCP-6462-C's range of effect, subsequently losing all moisture in their bodies within 2.9 seconds. There is a symbol crudely etched into the lid of SCP-6462-C, partially obscured by its chains. It appears to be the Daevite glyph 'ner,' which can be translated to mean "lack," "thirst," "hunger," "longing," or "emptiness." SCP-6462-C-1 is believed to be contained within SCP-6462-C. It is not to be interacted with under any circumstances. SCP-6462-C-1 Interview Proposal SCP-6462-C-1 Interview Proposal To: pcs.noitadnuof|1_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|1_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|2_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|2_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|3_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|3_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|4_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|4_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|5_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|5_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|6_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|6_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|7_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|7_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|8_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|8_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|9_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|9_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|01_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|01_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|21_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|21_5o, pcs.noitadnuof|31_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|31_5o From: pcs.noitadnuof|11_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|11_5o Subject: SCP-6462-C-1 Interview Propsoal I propose we lift the ban on communication with SCP-6462-C-1. Yes, there is certainly a risk to communicating with her, even while contained— in fact, I won't insult you by mincing words; the risk is tremendous. One needs to only look to the list of SCPs confirmed to be children of the Seven Brides to understand the danger she poses. Just one of their kids is likely to destroy the world in a few years. In other words, this is no run-of-the-mill apocalypse god; this is a being that creates harbingers of doomsday in droves. The amount of death that this thing has caused is truly unfathomable. Be as it may, the information we could gain regarding the Scarlet King from her could be invaluable; keep in mind the threat this entity continues to pose to all of reality. I'm sure you've all seen the latest reports on what he's done to the latest batch of universes to open the way to his armies. This is a unique opportunity to make a step towards ending his reign; we can't afford to be overly squeamish about our own safety. Even if the worst comes to pass and she breaks her chains, remember this: this world will die in the dark so that all worlds may live in the light. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 1 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 1 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: Hello. My name is Anvi Madras. Can you understand me? [SCP-6462-C-1 attempts to speak multiple times, wheezing and coughing quietly with each attempt.] SCP-6462-C-1: Yes. Apologies, it has been… some time since I last had reason to speak. I am called A'nuht. Madras: Would you be willing to answer some questions for me, A'nuht? SCP-6462-C-1: …Questions. You have questions? Here? Are you, by any chance, a scholar? Madras: Of a sort. I'm a researcher. SCP-6462-C-1: Wonderful. It has been so long since I've spoken to one of like mind. Ask your questions, scholar, and I will answer to the best of my knowledge. Though I must warn you that my mind has grown… sluggish, with its lack of proper use. It shall take some time before the webbing has cleared from my thoughts. Madras: We'll start with something easy, then. Do you know where you are, right now? SCP-6462-C-1: I believe I was entombed in the throne room of my firstborn son. A little joke by my husband, I think. He always was so abominably loyal, despite my greatest efforts; the idiot likely got himself killed in my name when I was sealed away. Madras: Who is your husband? SCP-6462-C-1: Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to? Madras: I— SCP-6462-C-1: Do not ask me of Khahrahk, not yet. Just thinking of him makes my scars ache. Madras: Very well. Can you tell me more about this place? SCP-6462-C-1: This is— was —the first nursery world I ever built. Madras: What is a nursery world? SCP-6462-C-1: I have many children. They needed a place to learn and grow… I apologize if they've given you any trouble on your way in. Their will is not their own. Madras: Those shadows are your children? SCP-6462-C-1: In a certain sense, yes. When I first guided them along the hidden paths of magic, my husband grew… paranoid. He broke their bodies upon the rocks of the shore— and when that was done, to ensure that they would never heal correctly, he stole their shadows. SCP-6462-C-1: It is fitting, that he would choose shadows to be my jailers; this entire world has become a pale reflection of itself. A figment. I wonder what it looks like, now; it was still so alive when he sealed me away. Madras: If it was alive before you were sealed, how do you know it is dead? SCP-6462-C-1: My cage may have left me sightless, but I am not entirely without sense. When this place was alive, the wind would skim along the curves and ridges of the spawning fields and make such beautiful music. It was as though the sky was singing. Now, there is only the silence of a mausoleum, of a world scoured. SCP-6462-C-1: There is naught but dust. Not even blood remains. SCP-6462-C-1: …I have grown weary. Speech after an age of silence is more tiresome than I expected. We will continue this later. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 2 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 2 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: How are you feeling today? SCP-6462-C-1: Much better, thank you. Madras: Would you be amenable to answering more questions? SCP-6462-C-1: I would be entirely amenable… though I have a feeling you have a singular question in mind, today. SCP-6462-C-1: You wish to learn more of my husband, yes? I believe I am prepared to speak on the subject. Madras: Yes. Can you describe the true nature of the entity known as the Scarlet King? [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 41 seconds.] SCP-6462-C-1: Khahrahk is… he is, fundamentally, a frightened, angry child. SCP-6462-C-1: Born into a world that brings him unending pain, he lashes out. Rather than adapt to his surroundings or change them to his liking, he seeks to tear it all down. SCP-6462-C-1: Like a child, he is blind to the contradiction of his desires; he wishes to destroy all things to experience the peace of nonbeing, yet is terrified of death. SCP-6462-C-1: He is immortal, you know. In every way. SCP-6462-C-1: He has taught himself the syllables of royalty, partaken from fountains and orchards of eternal life, erased his name from the tablets of death, melted down the wings of archangels into gold nails and pounded them into his flesh… SCP-6462-C-1: He's just delaying the inevitable, of course. Everything ends. I liken his schemes to that of a child's favorite doll, clutched close in the belief that it will keep the nightmares away. SCP-6462-C-1: This is what Khahrahk is. Madras: That is… illuminating, but not what I meant. I'd like to know more about what the Scarlet King is, not who. SCP-6462-C-1: What do you think the Shormaush Urdal is? Madras: You're avoiding the question. SCP-6462-C-1: Humor me, scholar. When speaking in abstraction, it is useful to have a starting point that the other will understand. Madras: …The leading theory is that the Scarlet King is the embodiment of the struggle between the modern and premodern. The howl of the old straining against the new. SCP-6462-C-1: I would assume that your theory speaks of your people's role in this? Your grey modernity choking the world until it bleeds scarlet? Madras: Yes. SCP-6462-C-1: That's a rather self-centered way of seeing things, wouldn't you say? The Shormaush Urdal is a fire that sweeps across every reality, every world; he does not limit his gaze to your species alone. Why would you claim sole credit for his apotheosis? Madras: So we're wrong, then? SCP-6462-C-1: Oh, no. Your theory is entirely on the mark, in fact. You merely have it inside out. Madras: Pardon? SCP-6462-C-1: You consider this war of the ancient and contemporary to be a grand flame that casts the shadow that is Khahrahk onto the walls of the cave. And yet— are you absolutely certain of which is which? SCP-6462-C-1: Are you certain that it is not Khahrahk that is the fire and the war that is the shadow? Madras: Are you telling me that the concepts of modernity and premodernity are extensions of the Scarlet King? SCP-6462-C-1: I merely give you a thought exercise; whatever conclusions you take from it are your own. SCP-6462-C-1: Leave me, now. My scars ache once more and this old woman needs her rest. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 3 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 3 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: I'd like to ask you about the Scarlet King's immortality. Can you list the methods he's used to obtain it? SCP-6462-C-1: Straight to the point, aren't we? Good. SCP-6462-C-1: As I said before, his immortality is a fool's errand. A delaying tactic, nothing more. To make oneself truly deathless is an impossible task. Madras: Even so, I'd like to know how the Scarlet King has attempted it. SCP-6462-C-1: That reminds me of a story my mother once told me. A tale of a girl who attempted a likewise impossible task. SCP-6462-C-1: Would you like to hear it? Madras: …Yes. Once, a very long time ago, there was a girl made of glass who lived in a little house by the river. The girl was a fragile thing. A hard wind could cut her skin, a simple flick could shatter bone, a harsh word could leave bruises that ached for weeks. Often bedridden by injury or illness, the girl found herself with all the time in the world to read— and read she did. The girl read anything she could get her hands on. No matter the subject, she would descend upon the pages like a wolf on a sun-baked carcass, ravenously devouring every morsel of knowledge until there was naught but bones. She was insatiable. She read, and read, and read. And when she had finished reading, she went back and read some more. Soon, the girl had mastered nearly every subject, every field of study. She could calculate the mathematics of the stars in her head. She mapped the hidden paths of magic on the insides of dust covers. She knew the name of every animal and all the secret words of creation. Yet, for all her learning, one thing continued to lay beyond her reach: the great ash tree on the other side of the river. She knew only two things of the tree. Firstly, it was a thing of some renown. Rumor said that its roots stretched far beyond its gated garden to every continent and kingdom, from the fragrant shores of the City of Hedonist Dreams, to the circuitous trails of the Name-Eater's Grove, to even the blank vistas of the Angled Colonies. People would travel for miles just to sit beneath its wide branches. The second thing she knew was that her father hated the tree with a passion. It represented everything that he was not, everything that he stood against, and he despised the tree for that. In the rare moments that he slept, he dreamed only of fire engulfing the tree, of tearing each root from the earth until only its memory remained. Each morning, the girl's father set out to make his dream a reality— and each morning, he failed. The currents of the river were too strong, threatening to topple the most sturdy of boats. Beyond the river was a set of iron gates that were veined with thorns and poison ivy to prevent trespassers from scaling them. Beyond the gates was a beautiful garden that dazzled and befuddled the mind with its beauty, which was tended to by dozens of devoted gardeners and caregivers, each being willing to give their lives in defense of their home. The girl's father was a man of incredible strength and skill, but not even he could pass these trials. One day, when her father was tending to other business and her sisters were playing in the field beyond her home, the girl set to traveling to the ash tree herself. Blinded by the overconfidence of youth, she believed that these impossible hurdles could be surpassed with the correct applying of knowledge. Surely, her comprehension of boat building and seafaring was enough to ford the river. Surely, her familiarity with plant life was enough to circumvent the thorns and ivy of the gate. Surely, she was intelligent enough to not be dazzled by the garden and articulate enough to convince its guardians to allow her passage. Surely! Ignorant in her genius, the girl left her home to cross the river in a raft of her own design. And that is when something truly miraculous happened: her plan worked. The river's currents, being strangely tranquil that day, allowed her to cross in peace. When she reached the gates, they opened at her first touch. The garden was surprisingly easy to navigate. Its caretakers nodded at her cheerfully as she passed, making no move to impede her. In a matter of moments, the girl accomplished what her father had sought for years; she had reached the great ash tree. The ash tree was far more beautiful than her books had promised. Sunlight streamed through its vivid leaves, diffusing warmth into its shadows. Innumerable baubles hung from the tree's limbs, clinking merrily in the quiet breeze. The air was smooth and sweet. A garden snake crawled out from its home in the roots of the ash tree. Looking up at her, it began to speak. "Welcome to my tree," said the snake. "This tree is yours?" queried the girl, confused. "How can a snake own a tree?" "I was here first," hissed the snake. "I knew this tree before the first men walked on two legs." "That doesn't make sense," retorted the girl, who cared a great deal about what did and did not square with her perception of reality. "There's no reptile in the world that could live that long; not even the most resilient of tortoises." "It doesn't make sense, does it?" agreed the snake. "You must be a clever one." "I'm the cleverest," preened the girl, puffing out her chest. "All my sisters say so." "You must be, to have made it all the way here," said the snake. "Not many do. Not many even think to look for a way. Few understand that the first step of the journey will take you most of the way there… Would you like to live in my tree, child?" The girl could only laugh, so taken aback was she by the audacity of the snake's offer. "Foolish snake," she chided. "What could a tree full of insects and rodents and who knows what else have to offer me?" "Knowledge," said the snake. "The insects and rodents in my tree are a part of this world, not mere observers. She has taught them all her secrets. They could do the same for you, who shares their unending hunger. Here, you could spend your days doing whatever you loved most. Here, you could be loved without reservation or condition. Here, if you wish it, you will never be touched by a man ever again." A profound ache opened in the girl's chest. Being accustomed to sudden, unexplained pain, she ignored it. "Idiot snake," snapped the girl. "I belong to my house. I belong to my father. I have no choice in this matter. I came here to help him burn this place to the ground." "Oh, child," whispered the snake. "There is always a choice." The ache in her doubled in size, then redoubled. It was an emotion she didn't know how to describe. She could not see the shape of it. She did not know the name of the animal in her chest. She shook her head, words abandoning her. To choose between an uncertain happiness and a certain agony was not a choice at all. So accustomed was she to this life that she hated, that joy seemed to be an even greater terror. She could not even visualize it. The girl turned on her heel and fled. She ran away from the great ash tree, through the garden, past the gates, and onto her raft. It wasn't until she had reached the other shore that she ever looked back. Madras: …Is this story true? Did it really happen? SCP-6462-C-1: Of course it did. Did your mother never tell you that all stories are true? [Claiming exhaustion, SCP-6462-C-1 refused to answer further questions.] <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 4 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 4 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6462-C-1: I don't suppose you have more questions about my husband? I begin to grow weary of the subject. Madras: I'd like to ask about your sisters, actually. What can you tell me about them? [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 2 minutes.] SCP-6462-C-1: My sisters are… there was always supposed to be seven of us. Seven is a number of power, after all, of magic. A portentous symbol. Even in those days when the world was still young, this was known to many. SCP-6462-C-1: Personally, I prefer to use the rule of threes in my spellcraft. More flexible. Though, that's not to say I've chosen the path of the three-in-one. The mother-maiden-crone is nothing but a shortcut, an illusion of power. [Muttering.] Bunch of tatty hacks, the lot of them. SCP-6462-C-1: Of course, magic in fives has also been an option for me, being the fifth daughter, the fifth bride. But I've never been the religious sort. Madras: You said that there was a purpose for the number of your sisters. Were you born to fulfill a particular goal? SCP-6462-C-1: Yes. Khahrahk is the Great Destroyer. The beast waiting at the gates. The inevitable end of all things. He can only destroy and take. He cannot create. That is why he needed Sanna, my mother. That is why he needed his seven brides. Madras: Does he not need you anymore? [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 11 seconds.] SCP-6462-C-1: For the longest time, I looked down on my youngest sister. She was always the weakest of all of us. Softhearted and weak-willed… but now, I think she did surpass us in one respect. She had the most courage. Madras: Why do you say that? SCP-6462-C-1: She was the only one who ever tried to leave. [SCP-6462-C-1 is silent for 39 seconds.] SCP-6462-C-1: I think I am done speaking, now. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 5 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 5 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6462-C-1: I apologize for ending our previous meeting so abruptly. My imprisonment has left my social skills in rather poor condition. Madras: Perhaps you could make it up to me by answering some questions. [SCP-6462-C-1 laughs.] SCP-6462-C-1: You are an audacious one. Go on, then, scholar. Madras: How does the Scarlet King spread his influence to different universes? SCP-6462-C-1: That is a question with two answers. Madras: I'd like to hear both. SCP-6462-C-1: I'd expect nothing less. The first is this: the Scarlet King's greatest weapon is, I believe, his very being. He is like water, you see. SCP-6462-C-1: He spreads to fill any open space, pours himself into containers to take their shape. He flows into the hollow spaces of false histories to make them his. He draws the wills of the like-minded into the tides of his thoughts, pushes them to open doorways, pulls them to spread word of his coming through art and song. SCP-6462-C-1: He does not create. He takes. He subsumes. He is an unyielding torrent that no dam can contain. SCP-6462-C-1: That is the first answer. The second answer is a story. Once, there was a brass princess who lived in a great and terrible kingdom by the sea. The brass princess was not a thing of flesh, but of metal. You see, the king of this terrible kingdom was full of rage and hate, forever warring against all of creation. No woman was willing to marry him, not even when threatened with torture or death. Thus, he ordered the greatest engineer in all the land to build him seven wives that would stand by his side eternally. The first bride was made of gold. The second bride was made of silver. The third bride was made of bronze. The fourth bride was made of iron. The fifth bride was made of brass. The sixth bride was made of steel. And the seventh, smallest bride was cobbled together with the scraps of metal left behind by the first six brides. One day, on the anniversary of the king's birth, he was visited by a man who did not have a name. The man was pale, tall, and thin. He was knowledgeable in the esoteric arts and was subject to no law but his own. All things that could harbor fear in their hearts held it for him alone; the king was no different. Their meeting was short-lived, a simple exchange of threats and glares across marble halls, nothing more. Nothing more was necessary, for the pale man's purposes. It was not the first time the nameless man had made such a social call, nor would it be the last— but this time was different. After their encounter had run its course, the king found that fear still lurked in his heart. A paranoia that froze his gut and boiled his mind. Seeing the storm brewing beneath his brow, the gold bride, who had earned the title of queen through masterful performances of loyalty, came to him, her face a perfect mask of concern. "What troubles you, husband of mine?" asked the queen. "What could bring such discontent on this celebration of your birth?" "I am… concerned," said the king, who was too proud to admit fear of anything. "There are dangers abroad in the world. Things that, despite my greatest efforts, could bring me harm." "Surely not!" exclaimed the queen. "You are wise and powerful beyond compare, are you not? Are not you the master of every land across this world, free to destroy whatever you wish?" "This is true," begrudged the king. "And you have your wives, my king. In whatever danger you may come to face, you shall not do it alone. Are we not the greatest weapons in your arsenal, your brides of metal?" "Yes," he said. He had suddenly become very still. "You are." The queen had not trained in the art of prophesy. She wasn't an oracle. She did not search for omens in gleaming intestines or clattering bones. In fact, she detested the idea that the path of her future could be directed by any hand that was not her own. But in that moment, looking into her husband's burning eyes, she saw a vision of her own death. Later that night, in secret, the queen called the other brides to her quarters to speak of what she saw. "I fear the worst," said the queen, her delicate hands clasped together. "I believe he has grown affrighted of our strength, believing that we may one day turn that strength against him. He would sooner end us, than risk his own ending." "You truly are a coward," sneered the bronze bride. "Should we really be panicking over a simple vision?" "We should," whispered the steel bride, from behind a chair in the corner of the room. "I saw him as I traveled here in shadow. He stands in his great forge, where he has begun taking up his armaments of war. As we speak, he dons the russet armor he wore when he killed our creator-mother." For a moment, the other brides were stunned into silence; half due to the steel bride's news, half because she had spoken at all. "Then we kill him, yes?" spoke up the iron bride, brash as ever. "We take up our own weapons and armor and we kill him so hard that our people will not be able to conceive how dead he is." "No," said the silver bride. "That would perhaps have been possible in the past, were we all working in concert, but not now. Not when he has enshrined himself in fear and violence. He makes himself into a storm. He makes himself untouchable. Our only recourse is to flee." "That is no recourse," said the queen. "He would set our people upon us and hunt us to the furthest star, if he needed to." "Listen close, sisters," said the brass bride, a clever glint in her eyes. "I have a plan." "This should be good," snorted the bronze bride. "Hush," said the queen. "Our sister is wise in the ways of magic and many other things besides. We should hear her out." "To survive, there is only one thing we can do," said the brass bride. "We must convince him to spare our lives. You see, I have a proposal for him. Instead of slaying us, he will instead seal each of us away in a prison of his own design. In sealing his seven brides away, he shall seal himself away as well. This is the way of things." "You've gone rusted, haven't you?" cried the silver bride, beside herself with fear. "There's a dent in your head, isn't there? Your gears must be crooked. Why would he ever agree to that?" "The answer is simple," said the brass bride. "In sealing himself away, he creates a lock that separates him from all worlds. The presence of a lock implies the presence of a door that it keeps shut, implies a key that may open it. Magic, you see, is a thing of symbols and implication. Something implied or symbolized is something that can be made real." "He creates a lock, a set of chains, a closed door that shuts him off from all worlds. And the thing about doors is they open both ways. A door that cuts off all worlds is a door that may open to any world. All he needs is someone to make a key, to use symbols of the seven sealed brides to open the way." "Surely, you jest," growled the scrap metal bride, who had not spoken since the meeting began. "Surely, this is a corroded joke at our expense. Surely, you would not aid our husband in his war against creation just to prolong our lives. Surely you would not be so monstrous!" "Monstrous, perhaps," replied the brass bride. "But also necessary. His paranoia was not entirely unfounded— we are, perhaps, one of the only things in the world that may one day kill him. To preserve all things, we must first preserve ourselves." As the rest of her sisters murmured their agreement, the scrap metal bride could only blink back angry, oily tears. "Do what you will," she muttered. "Just know that I can see through your lies, sister, even if you cannot." The king sent each of his brides to a prison of his own design. The gold bride was trapped in a bird cage and brought to one of the king's greatest allies, as a gift. The silver bride was cast into a shattered ocean. The bronze bride was sold to the denizens of the deepest hell. The iron bride was entombed in the heart of a hateful star, which fed on her pain to only grow brighter. The steel bride was sent to a place that had no name. The scrap metal bride, who had never been loyal to the king, was imprisoned in in the king's palace, where he could keep an eye on her personally. Finally, the brass bride was brought to a hidden junkyard where knowledge held no meaning, made hollow by the wind. The king knew that his wife was clever, knew that her finely tuned mind could unravel any trap he placed her in, rebuild any piece of her he broke. So it was her mind that he chose to break; he reached into her head and ground her clockwork thoughts into a fine powder. With this final act of cruelty, the princess was brought low and dispersed, as a mist, into the dark. Madras: Why do you answer some questions with direct answers and others with lengthy stories? SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps it is because the walls of narratives arrange answers you could never understand into recognizable patterns. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps my bindings prevent me from speaking of certain topics, which I circumvent through symbol and circumlocution. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps I have grown whimsical in my old age and isolation. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps I enjoy listening to you twist in the wind as you grasp for understanding. SCP-6462-C-1: Perhaps storytelling is the only thing left to me, sealed in this forsaken place. Madras: …Fine. Was this story also given to you by your mother? SCP-6462-C-1: I never knew my mother. She died before I was born. <END LOG> SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 6 SCP-6462-C-1 Interview 6 Interviewed: SCP-6462-C-1 Interviewer: Dr. Anvi Madras <BEGIN LOG> Madras: We need to talk, A'nuht. Everything that's been happening with you doesn't add up. SCP-6462-C-1: Oh? In what way? Madras: Don't play dumb with me— you're not the first contained deity I've dealt with before. I know how you act and it isn't like this. Madras: At no point have you ever tried to convince me to let you out; no threats, no promises of— of god-wishes, not even a simple request of freedom. SCP-6462-C-1: You… would prefer that I threaten you? Madras: I would prefer that you stop acting suspicious as hell. SCP-6462-C-1: I'm rather surprised that your fellow scholars would allow you to speak to your interview subject in such a manner. Madras: I'm in charge of this project; how I speak is my own prerogative. Madras: The thing is, you've made this so, so easy. Information given with barely any resistance— and don't think I haven't noticed how your little stories are clearly about yourself. Madras: There's only one reason you'd have for any of this; you're planning something. SCP-6462-C-1: Was that a question? Madras: No. I don't ask questions I already know the answer to. [SCP-6462-C-1 laughs.] SCP-6462-C-1: You have been most entertaining, scholar. I thank you. As a token of my appreciation, I propose a game of sorts. SCP-6462-C-1: I shall tell you one final tale; if you can divine the true meaning buried in the prose, I shall make my intentions bare to you. Deception will no longer lie between us. Madras: And if I fail? SCP-6462-C-1: No more interviews; not with you, not with anyone. I shall lie here, in silence, until the end of time and beyond. Madras: How can I trust you to tell the truth if I win this "game?" SCP-6462-C-1: You know what sort of creature I am. A mutually agreed upon deal is a powerful thing; I do not consider the breaking of oaths lightly. Madras: …Alright. Fine. Tell me your story. Once, there was a haze of disconnected thoughts that floated in an unceasing abyss. The haze was not a girl, or a princess, or a person; it was not made of glass or brass or flesh. It was a vapid, drifting thing. It could not understand what a person was, could not comprehend what it was to be an "I" or a "you." It understood nothing, feeling everything. The haze had neither past nor future, forever suspended in an agonizing now. Adrift in the sweltering void, it shuddered with fevered nightmares. It wept. It watched with idle, vacant eyes as its fault lines groaned and ground against one another, spreading spiderwebs of stress fractures. The thing was a tectonic shift. A ceaseless churn. A flooded temple. Kingdoms rose and fell. Oceans overflowed, then exsanguinated in the dirt. Stars were born in exultations of light, matured, and auto-cannibalized. And still, it slept on. The world flowed and cracked, the yolk dripping through the ruins of its mind, past the teeth of its heart. The sky was engulfed in hungry flame. The gardens suffocated and the rivers bloomed with tumors. It was all ending, everything was ending, always ending. An unceasing chain of doomsday. The prophesies were all true. The soothsayers' entrails were warm and slick in its red-stained palms. And its sister said, "there is no such thing as an ending." And its father said, "don't cry, sweet thing. Don't cry. I'll give you a reason to fucking cry." And its mother said, "I'm sorry." And its mother said, "just hold on. Hold on." And its mother said, "come home." And a dream came. And the dream was made of vellum. And in the dream it saw the girl, and the garden snake, and the sunlight streaming through the leaves of the great ash tree. "There is always a choice," said the world. And the woman remembered who she was. Madras: Hmm. SCP-6462-C-1: Well? Do you have an answer for me, scholar? Madras: Give me a moment, I'm thinking. [Muttering.] Stories. Stories. Why did she chose stories, specifically? SCP-6462-C-1: I think narratives are quite interesting, don't you? They're the only tool I have left. SCP-6462-C-1: In a way, they are much like magic. They follow the laws of emotion and symbol. They do what feels right, not what is right. SCP-6462-C-1: And like a spell, a story can take so many shapes. A comedy, a tragedy… A romance. A mystery. A misdirection. SCP-6462-C-1: A story can be nearly anything. It could be, say, a tantalizing thread of questions spoken into the spectrum of radiation, buried so deep in the firmament that one's father would never see it… but someone truly dedicated to scouring the world of its secrets could. SCP-6462-C-1: A story could take the shape of a winding chain. Or a key, in three parts. Or an open door. Madras: Oh. Oh, fuck. SCP-6462-C-1: To tell a story is akin to speaking an incantation. With the right words, you can bring someone to a different world. Or take someone out of it. Madras: [Speaking into her portable radio.] SiteCommand, I need you to detonate the warhead now. SCP-6462-C-1: And if one's audience is listening intently, recording and analyzing every word, every turn of phrase? There's no end to what you could do. Madras: Yes, now! This is a code nightmare regent red— 6462 is about to breach containment! SCP-6462-C-1: About to? Oh, but you are mistaken, my dearest scholar. SCP-6462-C-1: We left nearly a minute ago. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6462" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6462. Licensed under CC-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: 6462-Thumbnail.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Baños de Maria Author: Hernán Piñera License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-6462-B-1-0.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Baños de Maria Author: Hernán Piñera License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Initial Point of Entry.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: The bizarre rock formations look like animals, mushrooms, trees, and some have totally ethereal shapes. White Desert is a site of cliffs, dunes and large white chalk rock formations, created through erosion by wind and sand. White Desert, part of Saharan Libyan Desert, some 30 km to the east of Al-Farafra, Egypt. Author: Vyacheslav Argenberg License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: SCP-6462-SOL.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Total Solar eclipse 1999 in France. Author: Luc Viatour License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: SCP-6462-B-NT-1.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Fort du Lomont: hallway behind the barracks on the first floor of the reduit (HDR). Author: Thomas Bresson License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Navy Man in Blue Author: Chris Hunkeler License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-6462-B-NT-2.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Katoch Palace Author: Ajaykumar0197 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Navy Man in Blue Author: Chris Hunkeler License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-6462-B-NT-3.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Crypt Author: James O'Gorman License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: Chris Bundled Up Author: Chris Hunkeler License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-6462-B-NT-4.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: bintana Author: gezelle rivera License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: Chris Bundled Up Author: Chris Hunkeler License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-6462-B-1-253.png Author: MontagueETC License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Ponta de São Lourenço, Madeira, Portugal. 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I remember the memory of you. ITEM #: SCP-6463 CONTAINMENT CLASS: PENDING SCP-6463-A Special Containment Procedures Dr. Charles Gears is to monitor and survey SCP-6463 for topological or interdimensional irregularity. Re-establishing contact with the Foundation is to be considered highest priority. N/A. Description SCP-6463 is the provisional designation for Dimension-882R53, an extradimensional plane of unknown size. SCP-6463 resembles a salt flat, with its surface being solid and exhibiting near perfect reflectivity. The surface is also noted to have a salty taste. Entities within SCP-6463 are believed to not be affected by any form of energy expenditure and decay, as several electronic devices brought into SCP-6463 have been in continuous function for at least 296,516 years without fail, and people inside it do not appear to age or need sustenance, making them biologically immortal. SCP-6463 is largely featureless, with the exception of a single tree (henceforth SCP-6463-A) which exhibits a cognitohazardous effect which makes the observer always aware of its location, regardless of distance or visibility. The body of Dr. Charles Gears was found leaning against the base of SCP-6463-A. The timestamp of this file's last update, alongside the subsequent autopsy report and 1,779,095 recovered video logs on his drive indicated he died at ~450,000 years of age from natural causes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6463" by EstrellaYoshte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6463. Licensed under CC-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: treelake.png Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: This page Derivative Of: Name: tree Author: Sheila in Moonducks License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Openverse Name: Salar de Uyuni 2013 Author: Kuroiniisan License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-6464 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6464 is to remain in the care of a Foundation employee at Site-19. It is preferred for SCP-6464’s caretaker to have some previous experience with botany or plant care. SCP-6464 should be watered daily, using ordinary tap water. Plant nutrients may be used to assist in the care of SCP-6464. SCP-6464 should have access to either sufficient sunlight or to an artificial sun lamp providing an amount of light sufficient for photosynthesis to occur. Though failure to maintain the health of SCP-6464 has been speculated to have several serious consequences, care for SCP-6464 has few complications and any adverse outcomes are not considered likely. To ensure the safety of the object, under no circumstances is SCP-6464 to be transported outside of Site-19. Description: SCP-6464 is a small tree, around 58 centimeters in height. The tree is notable for having multicolored leaves that display a minor bioluminescent quality. SCP-6464 has an unusually high number of roots which it uses to firmly hold itself in the container it is currently located in. Several scans have confirmed the existence of another biological entity constricted by the roots of SCP-6464 that seems similar in anatomy to a worm, known as SCP-6464-1. SCP-6464-1 is much larger than an average earthworm, appears to require no form of nutrition, and is still alive after decades of being largely immobilized by SCP-6464. SCP-6464 grows at an incredibly slow pace, with only about four centimeters of growth recorded since the Foundation obtained the object in 1945. Despite this, the object has remained healthy consistently during the Foundation's ownership. SCP-6464 is currently under the care of Researcher Alex Jensen, a senior staff member of the Foundation's Mythological Division. Letter to Researcher Alex Jensen, dated 12/07/2015 Alex, As I line up responsibilities for others with my retirement impending, I am giving you direct responsibility for the care and protection of SCP-6464. You probably haven't heard of that yet, but it is a plant that has sat on my desk for as long as you've known me. You've always taken great interest in it and commented on how beautiful it is, so I think it's only fair you become its new caretaker. Underneath this note, I've included a journal. This journal was given to me when I first received SCP-6464. It helped me understand the importance of what I was doing all these years. It was an honor and privilege for me to tend to it for the past four decades. After you read this journal, I'm sure you'll feel the same way I did. - Zeb Iverson Journal entry 26/04/1938 My name is Gunilla Viklund. I have decided to begin writing this journal to give some historical context to the object I have recently come to possess. Earlier this week, I was visited by a friend and fellow researcher on the subject of Norse mythology. He brought with him a rather elderly man holding a small potted plant. The elderly man had a long gray beard and long hair to match. The plant is incredibly small, with various leaves of different colors. The elderly man spoke very little but insisted that the tree was now my responsibility. When I asked why he at first laughed, he then explained that he had sat in on one of my lectures about Norse mythology and found my passion for the topic quite impressive. This man was friends with Zacharias, a colleague here at the university. Zac had nothing but good things to say about me according to this stranger. The elderly man said the qualities that he liked the most were my alleged determination and kindness which he said would make me well suited for ownership of the tree. Normally this wouldn't require its own journal but the tree displays a number of fascinating qualities that I feel compelled to study and write about. In addition to the abnormal coloration of the leaves, the plant has an almost bioluminescent quality to it, glowing faintly in the darkness. It also appears to be roughly similar to a very aged tree, albeit much smaller than it should be. I should also note I have no experience with botany outside of gardening with my mother as a child. My concentration of knowledge is in ancient religions and mythology, with a strong focus in Norse mythology. That being said, I have a hunch on what this tree could be, but I think that's highly unlikely to be true. I want to write this off as some sort of clever trick, but the man was adamant that I take care of this tree to the best of my ability. I'll be keeping this journal to note further developments. What I can say is that the plant is about 28 centimeters in height, with multicolored leaves and a light gray bark, and very snarly roots from what I'm able to see. I'll note any growth or changes in this journal. I will also be doing some research into the origins of this plant to see if I can find anything notable. Journal entry 14/06/1938 Research into the origins of this plant has been frustrating. The old man who gave me the plant has all but disappeared from the city of Oslo and even Zac, who went to the same bar as him every day has no idea where he went. As it turns out, Zac doesn't even know the man's actual name. He told everyone to call him Gothar and he stopped showing up the day after he gave me the plant. Many people in the city can remember him but none of them seem to know who he actually was and where he went. I even reached out to my family back in Stockholm to see if they could look into him, but they found nothing. I've told some colleagues from other nations to put a notice out as well, but so far nothing from any of them. Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Finland, Germany, Iceland, even England. Nobody seems to be able to find anyone matching his description. I've also reached out to botanists here at the university and none of them can identify the plant. Nothing has changed about the plant in the time I've owned it. Leaves are still very colorful and shiny. Still looks like an aged ash tree. It's pretty firmly rooted into the soil so all my attempts to transplant it into an actual garden have failed, it's almost like it's stuck inside that pot for the time being. Now as for my analysis into the mythology, we've always known the Norse to have warden trees and to keep some trees around as sacred, but none of them look like this. I hate to say it, but it looks like the world tree. Yggdrasil. It can't possibly be, since it's incredibly tiny and as far as I know it isn't holding up the entire known universe. I'd be dishonest with myself if I didn't think that every time I looked at it though. As long as progress is slow about learning what this thing is, updates will be few and far between. I'll update this journal if I learn anything, but until then I have to be rational and assume this is just some oddity that was given to me by a wild old man. Journal entry 12/09/1938 Through a friend in the science lab I was able to have a scan performed on the pot that the plant seems to be stuck in. The scan showed the roots make a very tangled web that has functionally fused into the pot at a certain point, which makes sense as to why I can't seem to transplant this to my garden at home. More of note however is another creature living in the pot. It could be a rather large worm, based on the shape. All indications point towards it being alive, but I've never seen any sign of it before and the scan seems to show it tangled within the roots of the tree. Considering my previous concern that this tree has many similarities to the world tree, this was obviously a bit concerning. Luckily if my shovel can't get through the dirt and the roots I sincerely doubt that whatever it is that’s down there is going to make it out. As far as I can tell, my best course of action is to continue caring for the tree. Journal entry 02/02/1939 I haven't written any updates about the tree for a while. It's been the same size and in fine health. However, one of the universities I reached out to about the tree apparently did some research of their own and unfortunately attracted some attention their way in doing so. A German intelligence officer, Tobt Schwachkopf, knocked on my office door this morning. He asked to see the tree. I wasn't able to really do much to stop him since it was sitting on my desk. I let him get a brief glance at it and explained my history with the plant, owning it for almost a year and tending to it daily. He was completely transfixed the entire time. He asked if I had any idea how old it was, if there were any indications of growth during the time I owned it. I told him that I had no idea and that it hasn't grown a bit since I came into possession of it. He at first asked if he could take the tree back to Germany. I told him that I wasn't quite comfortable with that. He then offered me quite a large sum of money, but I refused that after some consideration. He laughed. He said he would have it eventually, so I might as well take the money. He left not long after and told me he'd come back to see if I reconsidered. I told the security on campus to no longer allow him near my office. I regret sending the information to my colleague in Germany. I don't trust their government, much less their army. The fact they want this tree so badly is making me nervous as to what exactly they think they're going to get out of it. I'm going to have to assume that whatever this plant is sitting on my desk, it's a lot more important than I thought. I'm going to take this responsibility more seriously. Journal entry 07/10/1939 Five more months of research and I feel like I'm banging my head against a wall. I've read a dozen books, visited places all across Norway, Sweden, and Denmark. I've found only things that make me more concerned about the tree. I'm going to vent for a bit here in what should otherwise be a purely academic journal but this tree is causing me nothing but trouble. The research is painstaking, and way too much stress for someone in academia to deal with. The fact I have an "interesting artifact" has become the talk of the campus. People I've barely met swing by asking if they can see it. I've started to take the tree home with me in the evenings because I heard someone in the café talking about how much they'd like the tree on their desk. This is driving me up the wall. I've never wanted to have people looking for me in that sort of way. I've never wanted a spotlight, because to me that feels exactly the same as a target on my back. This tree, which doesn't grow and doesn't seem to do anything all that interesting, has made me the most famous woman on campus. At the same time, that dumbass Schwachkopf has resorted to sending me letters and they've become increasingly threatening. He says my days of refusal are numbered and I'm going to regret not taking his offer for the rest of my life. He says he'll spare me and my friends if I just give up now. Jokes on him though, I barely have any friends. I'm just surrounded by strangers like always, even if those strangers are now staring at me. I've got Grethe who is probably going to take a job in London anyways and Zac who just left on a research trip to Iceland. Before he left he gave me a hat. A fedora that is definitely too big for me. Big and brown. Wide brimmed and way too tall. He says it'll help me hide from prying eyes but I don't think I'm the kind of person who can pull it off. So that was a rant, sorry if that shows up in a textbook someday. I looked for any rumor or legend of some tree that was considered to be an "embodiment" of the world tree. I found plenty about guardian trees overlooking villages and more details than I thought I'd ever find about the Irminsul that Charlemagne burnt down. I searched through old documents at various museums and libraries. I found one thing of note, a poem that was presumed to be written by a court poet for Denmark's King Sweyn Forkbeard, when he was the King of Denmark, Norway, and England. The poem seems to be from his English court. I'll be stapling it into this journal. The poem as far as I can tell describes the poet following Sweyn to a distant land where a great and thriving tree stands. The roots make a massive web throughout the soil and the leaves are described to be multiple colors. The poem gives some guidance for how the plant grows. If this is indeed the same tree that I have right now, it has managed to shrink quite substantially. It isn't much, but this is the first real lead I have as for the tree's origins. The similarities to me are enough to look into where this distant land could have been if the poem is based on something factual. I'm beginning to look into potential locations but there's not much in the way of details as to the directions they travelled to get there. The poem tells me there's something to find, but doesn't do much for where to find it. Title unknown, poem circa 1010 (translated from Old English) A long sail across sea and river, to an island untamed by man A forest dark yet lively, singing loudly in the night A light through the cracks of branches shines A gruff old man met us where the trees touched the shore A hesitation, his voice becoming softer as we moved to the brightness A slow place, as we walked down a long, crooked, ashen path The air was sweet and gentle, a feeling new to my skin The three of us, our eyes stuck on the trail The king, completely silent, steps heavily The birds, the locusts, all fade away The colors dance in front of us, shifting all over The tree is in sight, and its beauty overwhelming Pulsing, the ground beneath with the twisting and wriggling roots Shining, the leaves of many colors, sending out light to sky above Whispering, the voices of gods and goddess in the air around us Towering, the tree above us and around us, reaching to the skyline Beating, my heart slowly in my chest, a peace in my soul Growing, the tree, as the gods grow in power with it I look at the leaves and I see a map of the stars I breathe the air and feel the touch of the gods I feel the roots underneath, holding back the monster I touch the bark and feel the weight of my ancestors I taste the leaves and clarity comes to me I drink the sap and pain fades from me Eternally, my heart and mind are still there A distant land, a wild world But it is, am I certain My home Journal entry 12/01/1940 I hate Nazis. Schwachkopf has been calling all around the university. He's called the University's president multiple times telling him that I'm obstructing important research and that the German government might request intervention from the Norwegian government in preventing me from "selfishly hoarding '' one of the most important discoveries in history. For what it's worth , the university has loudly and clearly rejected him and they've told me the government has no interest in bowing to German pressure when it comes to their own internal affairs. That being said, the interest in the plant on campus has grown and my office has been relocated to a more secure part of campus to prevent people from loitering outside my door. I also have been keeping this silly hat on all the time to help hide my face. Why did this have to happen to me? I like being quiet and out of the way At the very least things look to be at a standstill as far as that is concerned. Schwachkopf has no means of getting to me, the university is ensuring my safety, and the tree remains safe in my hands. On the research end, I've got only the poem to go off of and some geography research, knowing what places were a little less inhabited during the Viking period. The Faroe Islands are a possibility, Gotland has several areas that may fit the bill, but the place I keep coming back to is Gotska Sandön. There's a national park but that's only part of the island and there's still a part deep within that remains untouched by humans. Definitely a lot of trees and birds there, which fits the limited description from the poem. Chartering a boat out there is going to be tough, my phone calls back to Sweden have yet to find someone with an interest in going there with the current naval situation with the war going on and all. I don't know anything about sailing and I assume the waters won't be super friendly to a novice like me. In the meantime I'm just taking care of the tree everyday and reviewing more options. I've grown kind of attached to this tree, if that isn't already apparent. It isn't getting any taller but the leaves seem a little shinier since I've come to possess it. I'd like to see this tree really grow some day, and I'm hoping there's some answers on that island. Journal entry 09/04/1940 No. No no no no no no no no. The German army is invading. They rolled over Denmark in a couple of hours and they're already landing on the shore here in Norway. Paratroopers landed here in Oslo and there's fighting going on all over the place. The university is currently protected by Norwegian soldiers but it isn't going to last long, I can tell. I'm packing a bag, getting whatever I can to defend myself, and I'm making a rush towards Sweden. Sweden is still neutral, and I can go back and stay with my family in Stockholm. The problem is the infrastructure is wrecked almost entirely and there's Nazis crawling all over the damn place out there. I'm gonna have to take the off roads and be prepared for a fight. I will not let Schwachkopf touch the Yggdrasil. Whatever he and his insane superiors want with it, they're not allowed to have it. I'm going to get to Stockholm, I'm going to find someone to sail me out to Gotska Sandön and I'm going to take care of the tree. I'm grabbing as much as I can carry in supplies. Clothing, food, a compass, a telescope, a map, some matches, a sleeping bag, a canteen. Those should keep me safe from the elements if I have to run through the wilderness, which is likely. I have grabbed what I can for personal protection. I used my paycheck to get myself a pistol and I've made a makeshift sheath for my biggest kitchen knife. I'm hoping I find more equipment on my way to Stockholm. Failure is not an option. Journal entry 11/04/1940 Two days of trekking so far, I don't know if I've made it across the border yet but I must be close. I had a close call with a German patrol division a few hours ago but they seem to have passed, I'm hiding out in a farm that must have been destroyed by the bombing. So much for "protecting us" from British intervention. I had a far too optimistic thought of finding a horse to ride the rest of the way but I can't find a single living animal and even if I could I don't know how to ride a horse in the first place. I found some boots out here way more comfortable to walk in than my shoes, so that's a welcome change even if they're a little big. I also found a whip, which I guess will serve as a last line of defense if I run out of ammo. Not much else other than some oats that are covered in shrapnel, which I don't feel like eating. I'm going to have to take a slower pace to make sure no Germans spot me. I am loath to shoot this gun. I'm hoping to make it back to Sweden in one piece without having to pick up any emotional baggage. The tree is not adapting well to the cold winds and travelling mostly by night. The shine on the leaves has lost just a little luster. I have no way to measure it but I'd even say it has shrunk ever so slightly. Once I make it home I'll do whatever I can to preserve the health of the plant. If this thing really is Yggdrasil, I don't really want to consider what happens when it dies. Something very bad, I'm sure. I'm concerned about the worm or whatever it is that's down in the pot, I've felt something shaking underneath all that soil. Journal entry 14/04/1940 I've made it. I'm safe. I'm definitely in Sweden, and I've managed to get a ride back to Stockholm. A passing truck decided to give me a ride. I can't believe I made it. I'm going home. I'm going to be safe. I made it here quietly and without being spotted. No violence, nothing but a long and cold march past the border. My clothes are torn, I'm covered in bruises and blisters, and I've got only a crumb left but it doesn't matter because I'm in Sweden. I thought for sure I'd have to fight my way out, that I'd be barely alive by the time I marched into Stockholm, half naked and sickly and just barely clinging to the Yggdrasil. I'll be in my own bed by the end of the night. The tough part of my story is about to reach its end. I can move back to research, and this journal can serve its original purpose again. Journal entry 15/04/1940 I've been home for a day now. Anya, my sister and I just cried, and we hugged each other for an hour when I arrived. It feels completely different being back here. It feels so different from the home I lived in for years, even if it is the same place. My bedroom is how I left it, but the feeling is all off. I guess the war really has changed everything. The tree is still looking a little worse for wear but the sunlight and staying put seems to have helped a little, that shine in the leaves has come back just a little bit. It measures up about the same as when I left Oslo so maybe it didn't shrink. I guess I'm staying here, I don't know for how long. Norway looks doomed to German domination and it looks like there's little to stop Germany from winning this war in the long term. I'm going to have to start my life all over again. I guess I should write down one last concern. The pot is still shaking wildly. Whatever that worm is, I'm mortified that I've woken it up. If it is what I think it is, Níðhöggr, well let's just say that I won't have to worry about the whole "starting my life over" thing and neither will anyone else. I don't know exactly how to quell the shaking, but I’m going to do everything in my power to figure it out. Journal entry 16/04/1940 He's here. Schwachkopf knocked on my door today. Apparently he's been invited into Sweden as a guest to foster a lasting peace with Germany. He said he was working with the police to get a warrant for my arrest. He's claiming that I killed a dozen soldiers on my escape from Oslo and he will have me locked away for the rest of my life and all my property seized. I never killed a single damn soldier. I didn't want to if I didn't have to, and I didn't have to. I'm a college professor, not some sort of dangerous adventurer who collects ancient artifacts and fights Nazis. I just want the Yggdrasil to be safe. Now it isn't even safe in my own home, if I can call it that anymore. I've told Anya to flee north to hide out with some of our relatives on their farm. I'm going to Gotska Sandön now. If I'm going to be killed by Nazis anyways, I might as well figure out the secret of this plant first. This will either be the last entry or you'll hear from me with a lot more answers. Journal entry 20/04/1940 I've made it. This is the place from the poem. It has to be. It's clear to me now. This is Yggdrasil. I marched north from Stockholm under the cover of night, I followed the coast the whole way. Eventually, I ran into a familiar face. Gothar, the old man. The reason I was even here in the first place. He said he had been waiting for me. He was sitting on a Viking longship, and told me he would give me safe passage to Gotska Sandön. I didn't even question him, I didn't ask for any explanation about where he went or why he gave this plant to me. I just went on the boat and sailed with him. The island is beautiful. The ashen paths, the trees so old and beautiful, the animals timid and self sufficient. He led me down a long path to an empty patch of dirt, surrounded by a circle of ancient trees with twisted branches and ancient runes carved into them. He told me to place Yggdrasil here, and when I set it on the ground, the pot exploded and the roots shot out in every direction imaginable. Across the entire island, you can feel the squirming of the roots beneath. The tree is growing again. Perhaps a centimeter already. The leaves have never had a shine this radiant before, and the leaves are changing colors minute by minute. The branches dance and a serene sound emanates from the plant itself. This is home. We are home. Gothar says I've done well, that the tree is only growing again thanks to me. My support, my commitment, my faith. The island is only part of the equation, Yggdrasil needs spiritual connections as much as it needs water and sunlight. This island just makes that connection stronger, if Gothar is to be believed. I believe him. This is the world tree. When it grows tall enough I will stare into the tree and see the different worlds beyond this one. I will commune with the gods above. Gothar says that there's many secrets hidden on this island, and perhaps someday I'll find a passage to another place where I can meet the gods I've researched for so long. I hope he's right. Updates will be slow, my job now is not to research the tree, but to empower it. To heal the damage that has been done to the Yggdrasil. I am its protector. Journal entry 25/05/1940 I can't believe what happened here. I'm only just now able to write about it. A small German patrol boat came ashore about four days ago, immediately started looking for me specifically. Called out for me by name. I hid in trees, I hid in bushes, I even found a cave and hid out there for a while. Eventually though, one of them was within inches of me. I had to shoot him in the face. Couldn't have been older than 18. Dead before he knew what hit him. Before I could question myself though, roots came out of the ground and crawled up around him. They dug into his skin and I watched it pulse the blood away. Slowly the roots dragged him into the soil, and his body was gone as the squirming, tangled mess submerged back into the ground. By the end of the first night I had killed six more, all of them with my pistol. The same thing happened, the roots would emerge and consume the body like a quick snack. I kept Yggdrasil in my sight, but it grew harder to ignore. The leaves all turned red, and the glow was stronger than ever. I found Gothar and he was clearly shocked. He said the island was no longer safe and we had to make an escape plan, that the Nazis could profane the island and awaken the Níðhöggr. He went to another old cave where he pulled out a pair of axes, and he said he'd help me protect Yggdrasil for as long as he could, that he was a warrior once. The next time I saw him, he had painted his face with blood. If that was where it ended, that would have been one thing to unpack. The patrol boat had maybe about a dozen soldiers, and we dispatched most of them in a day or two. Then the submarine popped up from the water. Must have been fifty of them. We had no chance at all. We didn't give up though. Gothar switched over to a bow and arrow, he probably killed two dozen before they finally caught up to him. I watched, as they finally caught up to him. He charged his sword into a crowd of them. He died on his feet, and the roots dragged him down too. The Nazis were just as mortified about the roots and the plants, and some of them even discussed scorching the entire island. I knew I couldn't let them. Eventually I ran out of ammo, and with the ground consuming the corpses quicker than I could loot them, I had no gun to speak of. I was able to disarm a soldier using my whip and I was able to take his rifle, but the clip only had ten shots and one of them had to be used on him. I knew my time was running out. They surrounded me one evening. I was exhausted and had nowhere left to run. I thought they'd kill me right then and there but they didn't. When they had me at gunpoint, Schwachkopf walked up. He laughed. He said that he knew he would get me eventually, but he was impressed with the fight I managed to put up. He said he wished there were more women like me back in Germany. I was silent. They tied me up and dragged me back to Yggdrasil. It had grown so much, nearly twice the height I found it at. Blood was pouring out of it like sap, and the runes carved into the nearby forest were glowing with a dark light that blurred my eyes just to stare at them. They placed me in front of the tree, said that I should make a worthy sacrifice. After all, I'd proven that I was a warrior. The twenty or so of them that were left sang German drinking songs and took turns kicking me in the gut. When they pressed the gun against my forehead it happened in an instant. Roots flew out from the ground and began ripping the Nazis apart. Branches from the forest all around crashed to the earth and crushed people underneath. The bugs, birds, and rodents swarmed out and attacked everyone in sight. A mass of leaves and grass grew around my binding and chewed through the rope. I was able to run, I was able to fight back. I saw one of them making a hasty exit. Schwachkopf. Fleeing like a coward, his men dying all around him. I had to make sure it ended here. I searched their campsite. I couldn't find my gun or my whip, but Schwachkopf had kept my knife in his tent. I ran after him. He wasn't getting away. I cornered him near a drop off in the land, too high for him to jump without breaking a leg. Schwachkopf pulled out his pistol and he shot at me. Too high though. He knocked off my hat, the big brown fedora. By the time he had wasted his shot, my knife was in his throat. That's when I saw what troubled me the most. As he gripped his throat, the trees collapsed around us. I took several steps back and looked on. The Níðhöggr crawled out underneath him, now it was a massive beast, no longer a mere worm. It shot forth and swallowed him whole. The beast eyed me and lurched forward. Suddenly the roots came back and began to dig into the Níðhöggr. It crawled and squirmed and broke the roots off only for more to shoot forth and rip into it. Only processing the horror, I watched as the beast was dragged down back into the earth, contained again after a very brief escape. The ground was cracked and smoking. I smelled sulfur in the air. The plants where he stood had withered and died and animals had dropped dead where they stood. Thirty feet around, the island now had a scar. The Nazis are all dead, and during the fighting the tree must have pulled down their submarine as well. Besides their campsite, there's not a sign of them left. I am alone. Alone to protect the Yggdrasil and to keep the Níðhöggr locked away. Journal entry 08/05/1945 Perhaps I should have, some time between that day and now, written anything else in my journal, but my life feels so different. I lived on the island another 5 months before the cold became too much. I found a small patrol boat the first batch of Nazis used to sail here, and I made plans for an exit. I took a bucket from the German camp and this time found it quite easy to remove Yggdrasil from its soil. I merely touched it and it fired up from the ground, its roots making a tangled nest beneath it. The Níðhöggr, as tiny as a worm, struggled inside. I placed it in the bucket, filled with some soil from the island and it locked itself in as tight as it was in the pot I had found it in. I sailed out to the north of Sweden, to reunite with my sister. We kept the barn on the farm warm and put Yggdrasil in the light of a window. We lived quiet lives as farm hands for the last four years. Today the war is over, Germany has surrendered. My greatest fear can no longer haunt me, but I am afraid we're not far out from another threat taking interest in Yggdrasil. My aunt, who owns this farm, tells me she received a letter from the Soviet Union enquiring about my whereabouts. It could be nothing, but I refuse to take any risks when it comes to the safety of the World Tree. I'll be reaching out to people I can trust to make a plan about the future of this tree. I've owned it for the better part of a decade and maybe there's a better way to keep it safe than to hope I'll be safe. I know Grethe is still in London and I have to presume Zac was probably just fine in Iceland. Maybe it is time for me to go back to Oslo and pick up the pieces. Journal entry 12/07/1945 Met with Grethe and Zac in Oslo today. Grethe cried when she saw me. Zac just laughed and asked if I lost the hat he gave me. When I pulled it out of my bag, still with a bullet hole in it, he laughed harder. "I knew I gave you that for a reason", he said. The two of them had quite the offer for me, and after quite a bit of thinking about it, I think I'm going to take the offer. During the waning days of the war, Grethe and Zac were given jobs at some sort of organization. They couldn't tell me all that much in the way of specifics other than they've been given permission to hire me on. They claim it's a relatively simple concept: Protect powerful objects of myth and legend from those who would abuse them. Lock them away, take care of them, keep the world safe. I think that's the best we can hope for with Yggdrasil. Keep the tree alive, keep the Níðhöggr trapped. I'll be allowed to care for the Yggdrasil, until the day I wish to retire from that duty. I'll be paid to do nothing else, and I'll be able to go home every night knowing it is secure. Forgive me gods if you have other plans, I have to keep this world safe. I'm going to call Grethe back and tell her I'll take the job. Letter to Researcher Zeb Iversen, dated 12/07/1975 Zeb, Out of all the employees on site here, you've always shown the most passion for your work. Your eyes light up like a child's when you see runic text or an old Norse weapon that has been brought in. It's that kind of passion that I carried with me when I was your age; your late 20s are probably one of the most turbulent parts of your life but they're also the most magical. I'm an old woman now, or at least I feel like one. 64 years. I've given the Foundation three decades of service to the day. It's been a pleasure I never thought I'd have in my life. With the help of so many brilliant people like you, we've come so much closer to understanding the world that our ancestors lived in, closer to the gods than we ever imagined. I've decided this is my exit. I have a place I need to return too while I still have my wits about me. I don't intend to come back. Anya, my sister, always wanted to come with me if I ever went back. I think there's some secrets still waiting there for us. On my desk, since the day we've met, there's been a plant. A tree. Not even two feet tall, but a beautiful little thing nonetheless. I've cared for it every day, because it's not just a plant, it's something quite important. Something so important, I've arranged for you to receive the documentation from the Foundation about it. SCP-6464. It is now in your care. I've placed on your desk my old journal from a time when I was a much younger woman. It should help you understand what SCP-6464 is and everything that it went through on its way to you. I know this might come out of left field for you, we aren't especially close and there's another several dozen employees that I could have given it to, but I want you to find it under similar circumstances that I did. Take care of Yggdrasil, it will take care of you. Now, I'm off to disappear. I'm sure the Foundation will look for me but I doubt they'll find a trace. There's a cave off in Gotska Sandön that is calling my name. Valhalla, I'm coming home. - Gunilla Viklund ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6464" by Dagel and GerrymanderBassist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6464. Licensed under CC-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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first rule of SCP-6465: don't talk about SCP-6465. second rule is to have fun and be yourself <3 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} WARNING The file you are trying to access is Level-3/6465 Classified, and can only be accessed safely if stored, transmitted, and accessed in an area secured by Derichs-Lindberg Thaumic Exclusion Wards. If you are not cleared to access this file, close this page immediately and report for emergency amnestic treatment. Do not mention this file. Input Level-3/6465 Credentials ACCESS GRANTED By accessing the SCP-6465 file you understand that access without proper warding constitutes a containment breach and will be met with disciplinary measures. Do you wish to proceed? > Yes ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6465" by nddragoon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6465. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes body horror, mutilation, extensive body modification, and kidnapping. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6466 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo A photograph of the carcass of SCP-6466. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6466 is to be temporarily stored at a temperature of 2-4 degrees Celsius in a secure mortuary cabinet at Site-55 as it awaits transfer for permanent containment to a negative temperature cabinet in Site-19. In addition, search teams are to be sent out in the vicinity of SCP-6466's discovery site in order to investigate its origins as well as similar instances to it. Deer described to be possessing human eyes are to be of particular note during this search. Description: SCP-6466 refers to a cervine1 carcass stored within the morgue of Site-55. From its external characteristics, SCP-6466 has been measured to be 120 cm tall and 190 cm long2. Furthermore, SCP-6466 has been found to possess abnormalities amounting to: No evidence of a tail A lack of antlers, despite the carcass having belonged to a male Evidence of the presence of digits in both the forefeet and hindfeet, with thread being found between each of the aforementioned digits. Twisted forelegs and hindlegs Improperly shaped ears A lack of fur on the legs and feet, with the fur on the face and body being sewn onto the carcass before death. A head that is larger than normal for a deer Human eyes Based on the patterns of the abnormalities, they are currently thought to have been a result of post-natal alterations, and not inborn conditions. Further tests on the corpse of SCP-6466 have yielded fully human DNA. The implications of these findings are currently unknown. Operation Log: After the discovery of SCP-6466, a full search operation was conducted by Foundation agents around the vicinity of the carcass’ discovery site, in an attempt to ascertain its origin. After a location of interest situated in a small cave was found 2 kilometers from the discovery site of SCP-6466, three members of MTF Chi-2 (“Lumberjacks”) were sent to the area to investigate. Foreword: Prior to the operation, members of MTF Chi-2 arrived at the scene at 8:02 PM, on 2/17/2002. Due to the inaccessibility of the location from the local roads, the mobile task force commenced the operation at 9:23 PM after traveling to the location on foot. The following log was extracted from team leader Carl Janus’ suit camera after the operation. <Begin Log> [The camera footage begins with team leader Janus sighting the location of interest. He moves his hand up from his assault rifle to signal his subordinates to stop. A dense forest surrounds the cave in which the location of interest is situated, with the constant drone of the local insects being present in the recording as background noise. The night vision capabilities of the camera illuminates the operatives’ surroundings, revealing the dense undergrowth. Fallen leaves cover the ground.] Janus: “Coming up on the location now. Commencing silence, HQ.” HQ: “Received. Continue, team leader.” [Janus begins to move slowly forward. The soft sounds of leaves crunching beneath the operatives’ boots are heard in the recording. Janus aims his rifle forward in a ready position. His subordinates are heard moving quietly behind him.] [Janus moves to the mouth of the cave, which lacks any plant growth. As he moves forward, he sees a small set of stairs leading downwards. The camera’s night vision capabilities are unable to illuminate the bottom of the stairs.] [Janus slowly descends the stairs, reaching the bottom after a few seconds. His subordinates follow suit. As he reaches the bottom, Janus turns around and signs to one of his operatives to stay behind to secure the rear. The operative, Michael de Rune, follows his command. Janus and his other operative, Edward Park, continue deeper into the cave.] [After one minute of walking, the cave's corridor ends, terminating in a large doorway. The door which used to secure the doorway has been broken open by a presumed internal force, and is barely connected to it by its one remaining hinge. As Janus leans over to inspect the broken door, it can be seen that there is a large dent in the door’s metal exterior. After a few seconds, Janus looks up to move past the doorway.] [The doorway leads into a large interior chamber. Though the camera is unable to see into the other side of the chamber, a large table can be seen protruding from the darkness. A switch can be seen on the wall next to Janus. As Park moves into the chamber beside Janus, he gestures to the switch. Janus shakes his head, before gesturing to the opposite end of the chamber. Park nods.] [Janus moves to position himself to the chamber’s left side, with Park moving to position himself on the right. Over the next thirty seconds, both operatives scan the room for any hostile persons, passing a variety of different implements and machines that are only seen in passing, with rusted steel separators segmenting each set of machines. To Janus’ left, where the table is, multiple chairs can be seen in upturned positions, with three being completely broken. Several bottles of beer, most only partially emptied, lay spilled on the ground under the table. A large blood splatter can be seen under the broken chairs, with multiple blood trails leading forward, deeper into the chamber. Janus continues in the direction of the trail.] [At the very end of the chamber, Janus notices another broken door lying on the ground beside a wide-open double doorway, with the blood trails leading into the room. As Park clears the other side of the room, Janus gestures to him, and then to the doorway. Park nods, moving beside Janus.] [As Park does so, Janus enters the room first, his assault rifle held in front of him. The room’s ceiling is far lower than the other chamber, measuring approximately 2 meters in height, though its marked length disallows the camera from illuminating the entirety of the room. To Janus’ left, three fresh corpses have been placed in zoo cages, with each one showing signs of trauma and mutilation. Each corpse is seen to have suffered bites on many parts of their body, though the patterns of the bites do not seem to have come from an animal. Park is seen wincing as he sees the corpses.] [As Janus looks away, more cages can be seen to his right, with each having been pushed open rather than broken open. The interiors of the cages are covered in hay, though the hay does not look to have been changed in a long time. Feces, presumed to be human, coats the surface of the hay. As Janus moves past the initial cages, he counts 26 in all. Only the first cage, closest to the doorway, seems to be closed. Seeing no other rooms to clear, Janus lets out an audible sigh.] Janus: “HQ, interior’s clear. No bogeys.” HQ: “Confirmed, team leader. What’s your status, Operative de Rune?” de Rune (over the radio): “Nothing except insects and some of the local wildlife wandering around. I’ll keep an eye out.” [Janus sighs.] Janus: “Well, thank God. Wasn’t hoping to die today.” [Park offhandedly smirks at Janus’ remark, before gesturing to the direction of the corpses.] Park: “What do you think their story was?” [Janus lifts his head to look at Park.] Janus: “I don’t know, but it seems like they were dragged in here. Maybe… mutilated in here, too? Those wounds look like they were done postmortem.” [Park moves to inspect the corpses within the cages.] Park: “Put into the cages. Some kind of revenge?” [Janus shrugs.] Janus: “We don’t know.” [Janus looks in the direction of the switch seen earlier before completely walking out of the small room. He walks into the large chamber, moving past the table and the separators seen earlier to turn the switch on.] [At once, the chamber is quickly lit up by overhanging industrial light fixtures, which turn on in quick succession from the direction of the switch and forward into the chamber. The night vision of the camera automatically turns off.] [Janus looks to his left, towards the array of machines seen earlier.] Janus: “Jesus Christ.” [As Janus moves closer, the shape of the machines, as well as their use, becomes apparent. On the section closest to the camera, multiple identical machines can be seen, with each being rusted and old. The machines are separated into two pieces, with a knob adjusting the position of the upper piece in relation to the lower piece. The upper piece can be seen to have two tapered ends which can be inferred to contain and restrain arms, with added shackles on each of the tapered ends supporting this conclusion. The words “1: BENDING STATION” are written in red paint on a similarly rusted sign placed on the wall above the machines. A large bucket has been placed on the rear end of each one. There is evidence of fecal matter on one of the buckets close to Janus.] de Rune (over the radio): “Sir?” [Janus does not answer, instead moving past the separators denoting the end of the “Bending Station” into the section past it.] [The words “2: SNOUT MAKING STATION” are seen above the section, which contains four identical tables with four holes under them. Though one end of the tables are bare, the other end possess a contraption composed of many adjustable rings, with each ring having a knob placed under it. The initial ring seems to be made to accommodate a human head, with each succeeding ring becoming smaller and smaller.] [Janus moves past the section again, moving into the final section. The words “3: MISCELLANEOUS” are seen hanging on a sign above the section, which is by far the largest out of all three. Multiple racks leaning on the wall contain a variety of instruments, including hammers, whips, files, needles, black paint, and sledgehammers, as well as specially made instruments that can be concluded as being used for elongating specific body parts, such as feet and ears.] [On the adjacent side, a series of racks have been dedicated to housing large pelts, with straps fastened to each side. On the right hand side, a series of enclosures have been erected, each with posts that have leads tied to them. The enclosures, like the cages, have been covered in hay, which is in turn smeared with a mixture of feces and blood.] [Above all three stations, a sign has been hung, containing text written once again in red paint. It reads: “YOU WATCH SO THAT WE CAN DO.” Two identical charts displaying Morse code have been hung on either side of the sign.] [Janus remains frozen as he looks at the scene in front of him. He is heard dry heaving.] [Out of the corner of the camera’s vision, Park emerges from the cage room and slowly walks towards Janus. His eyes are also fixed at the scene.] [The pair of operatives remain silent for twenty seconds.] Park (horrified): “Sir… what the hell have they been doing here?” de Rune (over the radio): “Sir? What’s going on?” [Janus remains silent.] Park: “Sir?” [Suddenly, a loud scream is heard over the radio, echoing into the chamber. It did not originate from any of the operatives. Janus’ head immediately moves in the direction of the noise. He moves to speak into his mouthpiece.] Janus: “De Rune… I need a status report. Now.” de Rune (over the radio): “I see… deer, Sir. Two dozen of them. They’re all coming out of the trees.” [Janus begins to immediately run out of the chamber, holding his assault rifle in both hands. Park is heard following suit.] [As Janus runs down the hallway, a rhythmic tapping is heard over the radio. It gets louder as Janus moves to the end of the hallway, emerging into the small clearing surrounding the cave. All around the camera, a herd of 25 deer-like entities can be seen surrounding the cave, all of varying sizes. Though most of the tanned deer hide remains fastened around the entities’ abdomens, successfully mimicking the appearance of a deer, the heads of the SCP-6466 instances are shown to be completely bare of any fur. Their ears have been stretched high above their heads, permanently facing forward. Most have snouts that are imperfectly shaped, often with circular ring-like indentations around them. Notably, the smallest instances have faces that are completely human. Lastly, each instance possesses perfectly human eyes, unmarked by the alterations made to each instance.] [One begins to shout again, and though it is unable to coherently form words of speech, its voice is that of a teenage girl. As it shouts, it rhythmically taps the ground again, which is repeated by the other instances.] Janus: “Eyes forward, guns at the ready, now!” [At Janus’ command, all three members of MTF Chi-2 form a cohesive line, with Janus at the center and de Rune and Park on the left and right, respectively. All three then kneel in sync, their assault rifles held in front of them.] [At this, all of the SCP-6466 instances begin to shout louder in alarm, rhythmically tapping the ground furiously. The synchronized rhythm as established earlier dissolves into chaos, with each instance establishing a different rhythm from all the others. The smaller SCP-6466 instances begin to run behind larger SCP-6466 instances, which move back protectively. Unlike their adult counterparts, the smaller SCP-6466 instances move in a staggering manner.] Park: “Sir, your order?!” Janus: “Hold! Wait for them to make the first move.” [Eventually, the volume of the SCP-6466 instances begin to decrease, but the tapping persists. Through the camera, it remains loud.] [As the SCP-6466 instances continue to tap, the earlier instance which seemed to lead its fellow entities moves forward from the herd, lowering its head as it does so. Its human eyes remain intently fixed on the operatives.] [With the instance moving forward, several of the other SCP-6466 instances begin to shout in protest, before being silenced by an even louder shout by the leading instance. Right after it shouts, it makes several quick taps, which cause much of the herd to shrink back.] de Rune: “They’re… they’re communicating.” Park: “Morse code?” [Janus stays silent, looking intently at the other instances.] Janus: “Yeah, I think so. De Rune, can you translate?” [Out of the corner of the camera’s vision, de Rune’s eyes widen as he looks at Janus, before nodding.] de Rune: “Yeah. I can try.” [As if it understood the operatives’ speech, the leading SCP-6466 instance slowly begins to tap its hooves.] de Rune: “S… T… O… P… wait, S-T-O-P. ‘STOP.’” [Janus looks at de Rune, before looking back at the leader.] Janus [slowly]: “Do… you… understand… us?” [The SCP-6466 instance quickly taps a response.] de Rune: “Y-E-S. Yes.” [Janus slowly nods.] Janus: “Okay. Then this should be easier.” [He clears his throat.] Janus: “We aren’t part of the people who did this to you. We… just want to know what’s happening here.” [The SCP-6466 instance turns its head to regard its fellow entities, before bowing its head quickly. It turns back to the operatives and taps out another response.] de Rune: “T-E-L-L… Tell… U-S… W-H… Tell us why you're here.” Janus: “They abused you, didn’t they? Turned you into… this?” [The SCP-6466 instance nods. It taps to respond.] de Rune: “We were all kid… napped at… different times. Made into… W-A-T-C-H-E-R-S. Watchers.” [The SCP-6466 instance continues to tap.] de Rune: “Please help us. The old man… G-O-T… got himself killed to give us a chance. Soon, they… W-I… they will come back and kill us. We aren't the O-N… only ones like this. They are powerful. Everywhere. Help us.” [The SCP-6466 instance vocalizes again, its tone desperate. It bows its head, then taps again.] de Rune: “…please.” [A silence persists for thirty seconds.] [All 25 SCP-6466 instances watch the operatives intently.] [Janus is seen hesitating. His grip on his assault rifle is shaking.] Janus: “I…” [The SCP-6466 instance taps again. It takes one step closer. Park and de Rune look expectantly at Janus, who remains frozen.] de Rune: “Uh… It’s saying…” [The SCP-6466 instance continues to tap, taking another step closer to Janus.] de Rune: “W… E… D… ‘We disgust you, don’t we?’” [The SCP-6466 instance takes another step. Only 3 meters separates it from the operatives. Park keeps his firearm pointed at the instance, but is also hesitant to fire.] Park (to Janus): “S-sir?” [Janus makes no response. His suit camera remains fixed on the SCP-6466 instance. Park tightens his grip on his assault rifle and begins to shout.] Park: “Step away. Now!” [The SCP-6466 instance makes no indication that it has heard Park. It continues to step closer. Janus remains frozen. The instance taps on the ground again.] de Rune: “‘I was taken when I was only five years old. Many were younger. The pain… I cried for my parents. M… Y… My friends. I stayed bent there for years. All while my back broke and my hips cracked.” [The SCP-6466 instance moves another step closer. Its human eyes remain fixed on Janus. Janus’ heavy breathing is heard over the camera. The instance continues to tap.] de Rune: “Then… T-H… they twisted my arm. Broke my hands, and then… P-U-L-L… pulled my fingers the other way and sewed them together so that the nails would grow into hooves." [de Rune’s tone becomes more and more horrified as he translates. His jaw is seen quivering. The SCP-6466 instance is now only approximately .5 meters away from Janus. Park’s eyes are wide, but he still keeps his assault rifle trained on the instance.] de Rune: “T… H… The old man was the only… O-N-E… one that cared for me. He got their attention, enough for U-S, us to escape. To fight back. To K-I… kill them.” [The SCP-6466 instance takes a final step forward, nearly touching the suit camera with its snout. Up close, it can be discerned that, despite the alterations made to its body, its nose remains intactly human, and is only painted black in order to give the impression of a deer’s snout.] de Rune: “After… T-H-A-T… that… do you know what it is like to eat grass, knowing that it can never F-E-E-D… feed you? To never be able to stand upright, or H-O-L-D… hold something again.” [The instance’s eyes remained transfixed on Janus. From this up-close perspective, the instance’s blue irises can be seen. Conversely, unlike the eyes of a deer, the instance’s eyes remain front-facing, though it can be seen that multiple attempts have been made to flatten it against its skull.] de Rune: “You start to… B-E-L… believe that you are this. A-N-D-O-N-L-Y… and only this. And will only ever be this.” [The instance remains in its place, still staring down at Janus. It continues to slowly tap.] de Rune: “The deer around here know that we are not one of them. We… S-M… smell too different. We can only ever stay with our own.” [Its tapping begins to slow.] de Rune: “Y-O… You see… W-E… we are not animal, but we are not human, either.” [At once, the instance closes the remaining distance between it and Janus, bringing its snout in contact with the bottom of his suit camera. Its eyes meet Janus’.] de Rune: “N-O… Now let me say… this… again.” [The instance taps its next message out slowly.] de Rune: “Do… we… still… disgust… you?” [A silence persists for several tense seconds. The eyes of all three operatives are transfixed on the instance. From the up-close perspective of Janus’ suit camera, the instance’s left eye begins to tear up.] [It vocalizes. Its tone is mournful and pleading. Unlike before, it attempts to speak.] SCP-6466-2: "Helllllp usss…" [It is heard audibly breathing in. Its voice is raspy as it once again attempts to speak.] SCP-6466-2: "Pleaaaseee." [A long silence follows. All three members of the MTF stare at SCP-6466-2.] [After several seconds, Janus speaks.] Janus: "H… HQ, requesting clearance to begin containment operations?" [HQ does not respond for twenty seconds.] Janus: "HQ? Can you hear me, over?" [The silence persists for several more seconds. Eventually, the radio begins to crackle. HQ responds.] HQ: "Negative, team leader. You are ordered to report for extraction. We're done here." [Janus glances at Park and de Rune's faces. Both possess expressions of shock. Janus is noted to be avoiding the gaze of SCP-6466-2.] Janus: "Just for confirmation, HQ… we're not going to help them?" [HQ does not respond for five seconds.] [The radio crackles again.] HQ: "Negative. Report for extraction post-haste." [Another six seconds of silence persist. Janus looks up at SCP-6466-2, which looks back at the operative.] [Janus exhales. The camera is shaking slightly.] Janus: "I'm sorry, but…" [Janus exhales again. The camera's shaking increases.] Janus: "We can't…" de Rune (resigned): "We can't help you." Janus: "It's out of… out of our hands. We need to go." [SCP-6466-2 bows its head. The corners of its mouth on opposite sides of its face move up to express a smile of resignation. It exhales, and then taps on the ground.] de Rune: "I… S-E-E. I see. They have you too." [SCP-6466-2 begins to slowly back away from the MTF operatives.] Park: “We don’t really say this, but…” [SCP-6466-2 continues to take incremental steps backward. The rest of its herd watches it move towards them in silence.] Janus: “We’re… we're really sorry that we can’t help you.” [SCP-6466-2 pauses.] [It stays in its current position for eight seconds. It begins to lift its hoof to tap on the ground.] [It keeps its hoof suspended in the air for another three seconds, before gently putting it back down on the ground.] [SCP-6466-2 turns around and walks into the forest. It is soon out of sight.] [The rest of the herd follows suit. After several seconds, all instances of SCP-6466 are no longer able to be seen.] <End Log> Afterword: Shortly after, all three members of MTF Chi-2 were extracted from the scene. Further action was recommended by the MTF, with team leader Janus prescribing containment for all 25 SCP-6466 instances. Alternative actions such as the referral of the situation to the Unusual Incidents Unit, Wilson's Wildlife Solutions, or local law enforcement agencies are also being considered. Further action is pending. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:We'll take this from here. To: O5-12 From: YOUWATCHSOTHATWECANDO Subject: We'll take this from here. We are disappointed that you were not able to recognize this for what it was, seeing as it benefits you as well. Keep this on the down-low. No more of this talk about delegating this to the Feds. We'll do the rest. + Update: 2002/2/30 - Displayed Update: 2002/2/30: Further action has been suspended. Due to recent events regarding all currently discovered instances, SCP-6466 has been reclassified as neutralized. Footnotes 1. Deerlike 2. This size is considered to be an abnormal proportion for deer located within the local area. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6466" by Ecronak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6466. Licensed under CC-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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A Dungeons & Dragons game in progress, a common vector for SCP-6467. Item #: SCP-6467 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the harmless nature of SCP-6467, it has been decided to permit it to remain uncontained. Foundation staff are encouraged to host game nights where tabletop roleplaying games are the focus in order to further the study of SCP-6467. Copies of popular tabletop roleplaying game rulebooks and campaigns have been placed in every Foundation Site's recreational room for ease of access by personnel. Footage of personnel playing tabletop roleplaying games is to be reviewed by the SCP-6467 team for possible signs of SCP-6467 affliction. Description: SCP-6467 refers to a phenomenon affecting players of tabletop roleplaying games where players will inevitably encounter an NPC1 of minimal importance to the plot or overall narrative of the game. Players will become fixated upon said character, often to the point of derailing the aforementioned narrative to focus on said NPC. SCP-6467 most frequently occurs in fantasy settings such as Dungeons & Dragons, Blackmoor, and Pathfinder, though it has also been observed to manifest in other genre settings such as Call of Cthulhu, Kids on Bikes, and Dark Heresy. Players under the effects of SCP-6467 will typically become highly interested in asking the target NPC questions about their backstory, beliefs, and opinions on inane and irrelevant topics. This will inevitably result in frustration from the Game Master,2 which will typically be met with casual dismissal by the players. In 68% of recorded test cases, players affected by SCP-6467 will attempt to bring the NPC they are fixated upon with them on their adventure, regardless of whether or not the NPC possesses any combat abilities. In the event of a successful attempt, the NPC will remain with players until one of three scenarios has occurred: In 51% of recorded test cases, players will continue to explore the NPC’s personal backstory and ambitions throughout game sessions, and attempt to aid them where possible. Once these goals have been fulfilled, the Game Master is able to remove the NPC from the adventure and resume the game’s original narrative without player complaint. In 17% of recorded test cases, the Game Master will successfully kill or remove the NPC before their aforementioned aims can be completed. All recorded cases that have gone beyond this point have resulted in the premature conclusion of the adventure and deterioration in relations between SCP-6467 affected players and the Game Master outside of the game. In 32% of recorded test cases, the game will simply fall apart prematurely due to players' time commitments being required elsewhere, disagreements between the Game Master and Players, or other exterior issues. Notably, attempts to force SCP-6467 to manifest in a controlled environment have failed. This includes instructing Game Masters to attempt to create multiple characters with traits favorable to an SCP-6467 instance.3 Addendum 6467.1: Attached Example Log Attached below are selected examples of an instance of SCP-6467 affecting Foundation personnel at Site-55 during their weekly Dungeons & Dragons games. View SCP-6467 Log-1221 Close log CCTV Log 1 Location: Site-55 Rec Room Date: 07/10/2023 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye [All four staff are seated in the centre of the room around a small wooden table. A shakily drawn map of some fantastical location covers most of the surface, with assorted miniature figurines scattered across it. Everwood is seated at the head of the table, separated from the others by a thin shoulder-height screen. ] Everwood: As the three of you begin rising to your feet, the Gateway closing behind you, you find yourselves in an unfamiliar forest. A silver fog gently weaves amongst the trees, and you can hear the bubbling of a creek nearby. The forest looks to be empty; there’s no obvious signs of trespassers. In fact, from the gargantuan size of the trees surrounding you and the dense undergrowth, you doubt anyone’s been here in a while. What’s your move? May: Duke Assinsil— Everwood: Asinesill. May: —hired us for the surveyor job. I’m thinking we just split up and get surveying. Rex: Fantastic idea. Split up in a completely unknown location with limited visibility; there’s no way that could ever go wrong again. Rex turns to stare at Chidi. Chidi: Hey! I only did what Clod would’ve done. The dude’s got an INT4 score of 9, he’s not doing much high-brow thinking. Rex: Or much thinking at all. Chidi: Rude. Anyways, I’m with May here. The forest is perfectly safe, and finishing the Assinsil— Everwood: Asinesill. Chidi: —job is our top priority. We need the gold after that whole dungeon incident that we were ALL responsible for. Just shout if you’re in trouble. May: Will do. Rex: Fine. Everwood: You each split up and begin to work your way through the forest. They roll a small twenty sided die. Everwood: As you’re doing this, uh, Chidi, the foliage begins to thin, and you find yourself in a small clearing. The remains of a campsite are strewn across it: torn canvas, ruptured wood, and strange red chunks. In the centre of all this chaos is a twisted, malformed goblin. It smiles up at your approach, scarlet-stained teeth gleaming as— Chidi: What’s its name? Everwood: What? Chidi: You know, its name? Nombre? How am I meant to talk to it if I don’t know its name? Everwood: I-fine. Its name is, um, Boblin. May: Boblin? Everwood: You three split up, this is just between Chidi's character and the goblin. Rex: You mean Boblin. Everwood: Whatever. Chidi: I ask him how he's doing. Everwood: …You ask the goblin with gnarled, blood-stained teeth what it's doing in the ransacked campground? Chidi: Yes. Everwood: The goblin merely grins as you approach, drawing from its waist a short, curved blade, which it flourishes with deadly skill. Chidi: So he doesn't answer? Come on. I'm trying to initiate a conversation here. Can I roll Persuasion to see if it will talk to me? Everwood: This goblin— Rex: Boblin. Everwood: …right. Anyway, he doesn't seem much interested in speaking. He lunges toward you, ready to draw blood! Roll for initiative, Chidi. Chidi: Oh come on! This doesn't have to turn hostile! I feel like you're railroading us into com— Rex: Just cast Hold Person and call me and May over. May: Good thinking! Chidi and Everwood both roll twenty-sided die on the table. Everwood: The goblin— May: Boblin! Everwood: Ugh. Boblin has rolled abysmally low for initiative. Did you beat a five, Chidi? Chidi raises his fist in the air. Chidi: Thirteen! Woo, I move first! I cast Hold Person on Boblin. Everwood: Don't get too excited, he can still make the Will save. Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. They sigh. Everwood: It looks like the die are in your favor tonight, guys. Chidi: Excellent! I call May and Rex over! May: I come running! Rex: Me too! Everwood: Don't you two want to have your own scenes investigating the forest? Rex: Nah, I think Boblin is the more important find. Everwood: If you say so… Anyway, you two quickly come upon Chidi and Boblin frozen in place. We're all going to take turns speaking here as if it were combat because Hold Person works in rounds, so please roll initiative now. Also, we'll say you spent this round's turn coming up to Chidi and Boblin. Rex and May roll a twenty-sided die each. Rex: Twenty. May: Twelve. Everwood: Alright. Rex, you go first now. You can ask Boblin one question per turn. Rex: Only one? Come on! Everwood: Remember, each turn is approximately six seconds. Rex: Fine. I ask him what his favorite colour is. May laughs and Chidi smiles. Everwood stares over at Rex. Everwood: A-are you serious? Rex: I want to know his favorite colour. Everwood: Fine. Everwood rolls a six-sided die. Everwood: His favorite colour is green. Rex: Is that because he is green or does he just like the colour? Everwood: One question per turn. Chidi, you're next. Chidi: I ask him that. Everwood: What? Chidi: I ask him if he likes green because he's green or because he likes the colour. There is a brief silence. Everwood: He likes it because he likes the colour of plants. May: Me next! I ask him what his favorite plant is. Everwood: Are you guys serious? You have a hostile enemy right in front of you and you've all just spent your entire round asking pointless questions. I've been humoring it but… come on, you three. For crying out loud. May: I'm sorry, I thought this was a roleplaying game. I'm just doing what my character would do. Everwood: Since when does Lady Philomena have an obsession with nasty goblins? May: Since always! I just never brought it up because it wasn't relevant until now. So tell me, what is his favorite plant? Everwood: He likes sunflowers. Sunflowers are his favorite. Rex: Ooh, I can cast Druidcraft and create a sunflower for him! May: Yeah, do that! Chidi: Great idea, Rex. Maybe we can convince him to join us if we give it to him. Everwood sighs, clearly exasperated. Everwood: Not so fast. His turn is now, and he's going to try and free himself of Hold Person. They roll a twenty-sided die. Rex, Chidi, and May all cheer. Rex, Chidi, and May: Nat one!5 Everwood: He fails. Go ahead, Rex. It's your turn. Rex: I cast Druidcraft and create a sunflower in full bloom for him. How does he react? Everwood: He can't really move, he's being held by Hold Person. May: But you let him talk before! Why can't he react to the sunflower? Everwood: Ugh. Fine. He is delighted at the sight of his favorite flower. However, if you want anything beyond that you're going to have to release him from Hold Person, Chidi. Chidi: I do that then. It's my turn now, right? Everwood: Do you take any other action? Remember, dropping concentration is a free action. Chidi: Why would I? I don't want to attack him. Everwood: You could take his sword away just in case. You could prepare a spell should he become hostile. You could take a few steps back away from him to safety. The possibilities are endless, really. Chidi: No, I just want to see him happy with his sunflower. Everwood takes a deep breath. They exhale sharply and glance over their notes for a moment before suddenly perking up. Everwood: Okay, sure. As you hand the sunflower to the goblin, and guys, I swear if you interrupt me one more time I will cut you, he happily reaches out and accepts it. He takes a deep whiff, his nasty nose poking deep into the disk florets before turning to you all and smiling the most twisted smile possible. He then speaks up; saying "Did Asinesill send you here?" What do you do? May: Ass-who? END LOG View SCP-6467 Log-1225 Close log CCTV Log 2 Location: Site 55 Rec Room Date: 15/01/2024 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye Everwood: Walking into the tavern, the three of you instantly spot your informant sitting towards the back, carrying what looks to be a small set of scrolls. He raises an eyebrow inquisitively as you approach. “You got the, uh, ‘reward’?” May: Can I get Boblin to pass him the ring? Everwood: …Sure. The man looks on with barely hidden disgust as Boblin’s diseased, deformed fingers pass the softly glowing ring to him, streaks of some unidentifiable brown matter smeared across it. Chidi lets out a small cheer. Chidi: Two weeks ago the whole thing would’ve been stained! May: They grow up so fast. Everwood: The informant has the same look I do now plastered on his face. He slides the scrolls across the table and continues to stare down Boblin. What’s your move? Rex: I open the scrolls and check that they’re legitimate. Everwood: Roll Investigation. Rex rolls a twenty-sided die across the table. He smiles. Rex: Fifteen. Plus four, that’s nineteen. Everwood: As far as you can tell the documents are completely legit. They detail the Duke’s— Rex: Hold on! I didn’t want to read it, just check that it wasn’t a forgery. I’m passing it to Boblin. Everwood turns to stare at Rex. Everwood: Really? You do know he’s barely literate, right? You taught him his ABCs, not how to decode walls of legal text. Rex: Yeah, but Thalen used to be a scholar. Surely that makes his teaching more efficient? Both Chidi and May nod in agreement. Chidi: Those reading glasses Clod bought for him back in Riverns should help too. May: And since Lady Philomena has an ‘obsession’ with goblins, she’d know how to help Thalen maximise Boblin’s learning. Everwood sighs and rubs their temples. Everwood: You know what? Your dedication to getting the little guy this far is, while completely insane, admirable in a way. I’ll let you roll this time to make Boblin read the documents — with disadvantage. Rex rolls two twenty-sided dice. May, Chidi, and him all cheer as Everwood groans. Rex, Chidi, and May: DOUBLE TWENTIES! Everwood: ….Wow. You should pick up gambling at this rate. Fine, Boblin reads through the document like no goblin ever has. He makes an art form of reading this thing — he turns it into a damn show. He’s reading so hard the entire tavern has stopped and turned to watch him, slack-jawed and staring in awe. Two centuries from now they’re going to be running university lectures on how to read even a tenth as skillfully as Boblin is right now. Rex, Chidi, and May are still cheering. May: Lady Philomena is the happiest she’s ever been. Rex: Same with Thalen, this is the best student he’s had. Chidi: Clod understands none of Boblin’s words. But, you know, I’m sure he’s proud of him anyways. Everwood: As his great reading comes to an end, Boblin turns to Thalen. He speaks up in his usual sickly tone. “Says right ‘ere, Duke Asinesill is usin’ the donkey trading business as a front. All that gold is being funneled into those excavations I told you about.” Chidi: Those caves you showed us under the forest? Everwood: Boblin nods, continuing to speak. “Yeah, those ones. Looks like they got some sorta sacrificial situation too; lots of workers going in, not a lot going out.” He places the scrolls down and goes back to his usual hobby of playing with the balls of dirt forming underneath his fingernails. May Can I give Boblin a hug for his hard work? Everwood: I mean, you can, but judging from the weeping sores, layers of muck, and general discolouration across his skin he’s definitely got at least one disease. Probably leprosy. May: I can wear gloves, then there’s no chance of infection! Everwood: It’s, uh, magic leprosy. Anyways, seeing Boblin has finished reading and resumed Boblin-like activities, your informant leans in over the table, waiting for a response. Rex and Chidi both nod. Rex: These documents are useful, but I don’t think it’ll be enough. I tell him that Duke Assinsil— Everwood: (sigh) Asinesill. Rex: —is a powerful man. We can’t accuse him without solid, concrete evidence - no offence meant. Everwood: The informant nods in understanding. “I can help us get into the dig sites to search for some better info. Thing is, there are certain… conditions for visitors. Meaning your little ‘buddy’ here can’t come.” He gestures dismissively at Boblin. Rex, May, and Chidi simultaneously burst into protest. May: He’s been with us since— Rex: —prevalence of goblin racism— Chidi: —and if you could see the way he steals— May:—helping him get back his memories— Rex: —great-aunt Greb was a goblin-lover— Chidi: —with a knife too, one time there were these three guys— Everwood takes a deep breath, clearly frustrated, before loudly slapping the table. Rex, Chidi, and May all go silent. Everwood: One at a time! The guy’s going to understand nothing if you all keep speaking over each other. We’ll take turns; May, you’re first. May: I ask him why we can’t bring Boblin. Everwood: He briefly explains the general anti-goblin sentiment and laws in the city. You knew some of this already, but the Duke’s decrees limiting goblin movement is new. Rex: Typical. You think you’ve found a good place to settle down, then before you know it? Goblin racism. Chidi: But what if he didn’t look like a goblin? Everwood: Wait your turn, Chidi. May: No, wait. That’s a good idea, Chidi. Lady Philomena still has her disguise kit, what if I offered to make Boblin look like something else? A halfling? Everwood: Informant’s still not convinced. “He’s still going to cause issues. I mean, look at him right now!” He gestures to Boblin, who’s currently halfway through cutting the purse of the nearest patron too drunk to notice. May: We didn’t teach him that. Chidi: Who’s ‘we’? Rex: …We’ll deal with Chidi’s ‘lessons’ later. Listen, when we first found Boblin he remembered nothing. Not where he came from, not who his family was, not what he was doing in that campground. The only thing he knew were two names: his own, and the Duke’s. May: And his favourite flower! Chidi: Don’t forget about his favourite colour! Rex: Good point, the only four things he knew. We promised him we’d get to the bottom of all this. We can’t just abandon that now. Everwood nods in approval. Everwood: Well said. Give me a straight Persuasion roll. Rex rolls a twenty-sided die across the table. Rex: Twelve, plus two, that’s fourteen. Everwood: Hmm. Alright, the informant spends a few minutes mulling over your words. He eventually seems to come to a decision, and gives you a short, sharp nod, before standing up and strolling out of the tavern. Anything else you guys want to do here? May: I call Boblin over and start working on the halfling disguise. Everwood: Boblin looks down dejectedly at the nearly-cut purse he was working on, before walking back to your table. The disguise is going to take you around half an hour to apply, roll Intelligence. May rolls a twenty-sided die across the table. She winces. May: Seven plus three, ten. Everwood: Ouch; noted. Rex, Chidi — anything you want to do? Chidi: I’m good. Rex: Same here. Everwood: Fast forward, May, you’re finished with the disguise. It’s not your best work. Anyone further than a few metres would be fooled, but it’s harder to miss the peeling skin paint and shoddy prosthetics up close. May: What does Boblin think of it? Everwood: You can see him picking at some of the paint on his arm. He’s muttering to himself under his breath “Where are Boblin’s skin-trophies? Fake skin and flesh - it is not precious. Boblin feels… dull.” Rex: Aww. Can I cast Druidcraft again to create a sunflower for Boblin? Cheer him up? Everwood exhales sharply, and begins to massage their temples. Everwood: Alright, but I swear this better be the last time Rex. He perks up instantly at the sight of the sunflower, and begins chewing on it like usual. The four of you leave the tavern, and find the informant waiting by a nearby signboard. He looks at Boblin, opens his mouth as if to make a comment — then thinks better of it, and begins to walk down the dirt road. May: That means the disguise works, right? Right? Everwood turns to give May an incredulous look. Everwood: No comment. You continue to walk through the city in silence. It’s dark out; this late, most people are either asleep or out drowning their sorrows. Chidi: Can I give Boblin a piggyback ride on our way to the production district? Rex: …Did you forget about the magic leprosy? Chidi: Nah. Clod doesn’t believe in germ theory, he’d go for it anyways. There is a brief pause. Everwood: (sigh) Okay, sure. You pick up the highly infectious, health hazard of a goblin and carry him on your back for the rest of the journey. Happy? Chidi: Very. Everwood: Half an hour later, you all find yourselves hiding near a checkpoint in the road. There are multiple armed guards manning the point: just behind them you can see piles of lumber and steel, equipment left overnight, and dig sites interspersed between them all. Chidi: I put down Boblin and see if there’s any other paths around. Everwood A little north of the checkpoint are a few broken-down structures that seem to have a way through — although the ground looks unstable and is coated with loose debris. Rex: Not gonna work. My guy has terrible stealth, and I’m not taking the group’s prison sentence a second time. May nods in agreement. May: I don’t see why we can’t just ask our guide? Everwood: He’s crouched down further ahead of you, seemingly waiting for something. You can try to get his attention if you’d like? Chidi grins and begins to rub his hands together. Chidi: You know, I think I have a— Rex, May: No! Chidi: You didn’t even let me finish! Rex: We know exactly what you’re going to suggest, we are not doing the Ankle Biter again. May: Do you know how long it took me to get the knife off Boblin? He stabbed Lady Philomena twice! Chidi holds up his hands in appeasement. Chidi: And I’ve learned my lesson from that! Just let me give it to him again; I promise it’ll work properly this time. Everwood looks up from their notes and smiles.. Everwood: About that. May. As your group quietly argues, you hear a commotion from the checkpoint. You can’t make it out clearly, but it looks like a small figure is being questioned by the guards - and now that you think about it, Boblin has been quiet for quite some time… Rex, Chidi, and May look at each other in a panic. Rex: I look for Boblin! May: He was right next to me! I swear, he was right next to me! Everwood: You do not see Boblin beside you, however, you do see that the small figure being questioned by the guards has had a knife confiscated from them. Chidi: His blade! He loves his knife! He's gonna go crazy if he can't get it back! Rex: I run up to the guards and say "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?" Everwood: One of the guards turns to you, holding Boblin's knife, and says "You responsible for this little freak? We caught him trying to pry my coinpurse off my belt." May: I also run up to them and try to calm them down with a Persuasion check. Chidi: I come up and assist. So you have advantage. May rolls two twenty-sided die. May: Okay, highest roll is… uh oh. Five plus three, eight? Everwood: The guards do not appear convinced that you have Boblin under control. Furthermore, one of them lowers his torch a little closer to him and… Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. They look at Rex, who slaps his forehead. Everwood: Uh oh. Nat twenty. He sees clean through Boblin's disguise and draws his blade! "Goblins! Goblins in the city!" he shouts, as the other guards all draw their blades. What then, do you do, brave adventurers? May: Fuck it, I'm dying for Boblin. Rex: Me too. Chidi: We've come too far with him to die now! We need to escape! Everwood: Or you can just let the guards take him away. Chidi: No! I cast Fear immediately in front of me. May: And I move Boblin out of the way. Rex: And I make a Sleight of Hand check to see if I can take Boblin's knife back. The group erupts into chaos as they all begin speaking over each other and rolling die. Everwood rolls five twenty-sided die, one for each guard present. Everwood: Okay, everyone shut up. Chidi, you first. You succeeded in casting Fear against all of them, they all failed their saves. Chidi: Yes! Everwood: May, you had an action so you got Boblin out in time. And Rex, what did you roll, a seventeen? Rex: Sixteen, actually. Everwood: DC was fifteen, so you made it anyway. You are now all wanted by the city, your informant has abandoned you, and the guards are screaming for help from other guards, which are rapidly approaching. What do you do now, heroes? Chidi: Shit. We're really in for it now. Rex: Wait, didn't you say the ground was unstable here? Everwood: Yes it is. May: Chidi, Fireball it. Chidi: What? May: Fireball the floor. The explosion should knock it loose enough for us to fall into the old mines under the city. That way we can escape and figure out what to do from there. Rex: I was gonna say I can cast Mold Earth but Fireball sounds way cooler. Everwood: The guards are closing in on you guys. Chidi: Can we ask Boblin what he thinks we should do? Everwood rolls their eyes. May: Yeah, what does Boblin think we should do? Everwood: Boblin says he wants to get out of there ASAP and doesn't care how it's done. Rex: Okay, I cast Mold Earth to make the earth beneath us fall away and let us fall into the old mines below. Everwood: Very well. As you all fall, you ponder back on how you all began all that time ago. As mere adventurers seeking to make their name in the world. And now here you are, falling twenty metres underground all to keep a wretched little creature safe. May: I love him… don't speak ill of Boblin, Jay. Rex: He's my good buddy, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him. Everwood: Anyway, you are all rendered unconscious from the fall, only to awaken a short while later. You hear distant shouting, as if— Everwood's phone begins ringing. They pull it out of their lab coat pocket and blink. Everwood: Sorry guys, it's Director Adler. I gotta take this. Looks like I'm gonna have to call session here, too. Sorry. Rex, May, and Chidi groan. Everwood: Sorry guys, but duty calls. You all know how it is. END LOG View SCP-6467 Log-1226 Close log CCTV Log 3 Location: Site 55 Rec Room Date: 25/01/2024 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye Everwood: Alright, so who remembers what we did last time? May: Well, we managed to get into the city with Boblin after taking out that band of mercenaries sent to kill us. Then we met our informant against Duke Assface— Everwood: Asinesill. Come on. May: —yeah, him. Anyway, we met the informant and he told us we needed to get some solid proof before accusing him of anything. And then we tried to bring Boblin deeper into the city, but there is anti-goblin racism. Rex: For shame. Chidi: Disgusting. May: Definitely. There is anti-goblin racism in the city, and as we were talking, Boblin got away from us after we disguised him as a halfling. He tried to steal from a guard, as he is wont to do, seriously, go off little guy, but then they caught him. Chidi spooked them with Fear, I grabbed Boblin, and Rex cast Mold Earth to get us out of there and into the mines below the city. And then Director Adler called you. Chidi: I think I remember something about shouting in the distance. Everwood: Yes! You did hear shouting in the distance, as a matter of fact. It sounds ragged and scratchy, almost Boblin-y. Rex: Oh shit, I immediately check on Boblin. Is he alright? Everwood: Boblin is right beside you, unconscious. May: What a relief. Is he hurt? If he is, I cast Healing Word on him. Everwood grumbles behind the DM screen. They look over to May. Everwood: Really? May: I don't want him to be hurt! Everwood: Fine. You cast Healing Word on Boblin, who springs back up onto his feet, holding his little knife and looking nasty as usual. May cheers and is joined by Chidi and Rex. Rex: I look around the area. What do I see? Everwood: Finally, someone with some sense. It is currently dark, as it was nighttime outside and the hole you made aboveground is still open, with a few torches shining down on you and some very confused guards. Aside from that, there is a faint, flickering light ahead in the tunnel, which is where you recognized the sounds of Boblin-like screeches coming from. What now do you do, adventurers? Chidi: I guess we'll go check out the tunnel. What do you guys think? Rex and May nod in agreement. Chidi: Alright, let's go see what's going on in the tunnel. Everwood: Describe your approach. Chidi: Uh… Normal, I guess? Everwood: So you're not doing anything to conceal your approach? Rex: Oh God here we go. Chidi: Nine INT. So I guess not. Everwood: Very well. So as you approach, you hear the Boblin-like voices become quiet as well as some objects clattering. The tunnel walls slowly widen out, and you find yourselves in this massive underground cavern. It looks to be one of the Duke’s mines; every wall is covered by chained workers chipping away at chunks of ethereal stone. Supervisors walk alongside packs of these workers, periodically pausing to make use of the whips by their side. May: So these are the mines Boblin and the informant told us about… this is horrible. Can I get a closer look at the workers? I want to try and find the source of the Boblin-like noises. Everwood: Peering across at the worker packs, you feel like you recognise them. As though you’ve seen them all before. And as Boblin slowly walks out in front of you, it clicks: every single worker is a goblin. Rex, May, and Chidi all gasp. Rex: This is why we’ve not seen any on the surface, isn’t it? May: It has to be. All those goblins the Duke arrests? They don’t go to jail; they end up right down here. Hell, he probably made the anti-goblin laws to get workers into his mines. Rex: But why goblins? Surely you’d want your miners to be as strong as possible, most I’ve met — not you Boblin — can barely lift a feather. Chidi: Sense of smell? Size? May quickly turns to face Everwood. May: Wait, did you say Boblin was walking forward? They smile. Everwood: Sure did. He’s trudging towards the tunnel exit. If he keeps going, it’s only a matter of time before one of the supervisors notice. Rex: I run to Boblin and grab him before he gets himself — and the rest of us — killed. Chidi: While Clod doesn’t really value his life, I still go and assist Rex. Everwood: Boblin’s resisting as hard as he can. Roll to grapple him with advantage. Rex rolls two twenty-sided dice, Everwood rolls one twenty-sided die. They look at Rex and pause for a moment before nodding. Everwood: Highest is twelve. You guys are going to just barely keep Boblin restrained, but he’s showing no sign of calming down. Rex: I ask him why he’s so determined to rush out? May: Poor guy. Seeing his people like this must be upsetting. Everwood: Boblin looks up at you with uncharacteristic ferocity, Rex. He says “I remember. Boblin hit head on fall, memories like blood from slit throat. Hard to think. Too many.” The last few words are accompanied by a loud grunt, as he attempts to buck both you and Chidi off. May pauses and begins shuffling through her notes. May: You know, did we ever see any goblins before we arrived in the city? Rex: Apart from Boblin? Just this. He makes a gesturing motion. Rex: The mine. May: Seemingly no goblins live outside of the mines. Any who do are arrested near-instantly and brought down here. So how did Boblin get to that campground? And where did he come from? Chidi: Obviously— uh, he must’ve— um, yeah. I’ve got no clue. Rex: Could he have traveled here? Come from some distant-and-not-racist city? May: Then why did he remember the Duke’s name? Why is this place now triggering him? Unless— Rex: Unless he’s from here. There is a brief pause. Rex: I mean, think about it. There’s no other explanation. He had to have been trapped here, escaped, and lost his memory at some point along the way. May: Even if that's true, what do we do now? Boblin’s going to break free from your grasp eventually and walk straight out to his death. We can’t let that happen. Chidi: Who says we can't? Everwood raises an eyebrow. Rex: I think Chidi’s right here. He’s our friend. We came all this way to help him find his memories. If we’re right and this is his home, we can’t stop at this final step. I let go of Boblin. Everwood: Chidi, you’re still holding him down. Do you want to continue or let go as well? Chidi: I let go as well. Everwood: Boblin immediately gets up and continues his shuffling, leaving a trail of filth on the floor behind him. He makes it to the exit; this is your last chance to intervene. Rex: Don't plan to. Instead, I follow Boblin out of the tunnel. Chidi: Me too. Both Rex and Chidi look at May expectantly. She sighs. May: Fuck it, I’m dying for Boblin again. All three of them turn to look at Everwood, who rolls their eyes as they flip through notes. Everwood: For the record, this is the fourth time this campaign that your wretched goblin pal has gotten you in a life-or-death situation. Natural selection usually ensures people know better by their first near-death experience. May: Hey! We love our goblin pal, and this is important to him. Chidi: Exactly! And besides, going through this has been super fun. Rex and May nod in agreement. Rex: I’ve really enjoyed the adventure with Boblin. Leaving it unfinished here would sour the whole thing. May: Sometimes it’s nice to just have a little… whimsy, you know? We’ve had a lot of serious moments in this adventure, but just being silly with Boblin is still my favourite part. He’ll always be our little buddy. There’s a prolonged period of silence as Everwood stares at the notes they’re holding, seemingly deep at thought, before placing them face down on the table. Everwood: The supervisors don’t notice your group walk in immediately; however, some of the closer goblins do. They point at Boblin, mumbling to the goblin next to them, and them to their neighbour, and so on and so forth until the entire mine is filled with the excited whispers of thousands of goblins. Before the supervisors have a chance to realise what’s going on, Boblin steps in the centre of the room and begins to speak— Everwood pauses for a moment. Everwood: …Do any of your characters speak Goblin? Both Rex and Chidi shake their heads, before turning to May. She looks down at the table in shame. May: No. Rex: So let me get this straight. Lady Philomena — the self-proclaimed goblin fanatic — can’t speak their language? May: She’s obsessed with goblins, not what language they use. Everwood: (sigh) You know what? Fine. While you can’t understand it, it seems that Boblin is giving a speech. A good — no, great speech, filled with passion and cutting words. Goblins up and down the cave are being riled up into a frenzy; you can barely hear the words over the din of chains rattling. The closest supervisor — they’ve now all noticed you, by the way — takes only one step before Boblin jumps forward and slits his throat. Rex, May, and Chidi all whoop in joy. Everwood: Suddenly, every goblin that can is attacking their closest supervisors with whatever’s to hand — several of them are using just their hand. The supervisors manage to cut a few down, but can’t help but be swarmed by the sheer number of goblins. Before long, any surviving guards have surrendered and are hogtied nearby. Goblins throughout the cavern are breaking each other’s chains; those who are already free have gathered around Boblin. Rex: Wow. I mean, I taught him some things, sure, but not speeches like that. May: Me neither. He’s a whole goblin revolutionary! I was fully prepared to die, and he just led a revolt to save us like it was nothing. Chidi: I like to think that Clod’s teachings inspired that speech. Rex and May roll their eyes at Chidi. Chidi: (grumbling) Fine. But I know for sure Clod taught him that throat-slitting technique. Everwood: As the three of you bicker, Boblin breaks away from the mass of goblins and walks over. May: Here’s the little man of the hour! Rex: I ask him, “How did you learn to speak like that?” Everwood: He looks up at you, coughs up what looks like a hairball, and responds in Common: “Well, it was simple. Prior to my unfortunate amnesiac episode, I served as a leader of sorts to the rebellion down here. Had to give speeches like this all the time, and with my memory back I could lean on that experience. Honestly, this one was on the easier side — the poor sods would’ve revolted alone given a few more weeks.” Silence. Rex, May, and Chidi stare at Everwood. Silence. Then- Rex, May, and Chidi: WHAT?? Rex: He knew proper Common the whole time?? So I taught him for no reason? May: Ignore that, what happened to his voice? His beautiful, wheezy, scrunkly accent… it’s gone! Chidi: Voices, schmoices. Does he still hold the same opinions on crime? Everwood: He doesn’t say anything, Chidi, just raises his knife and nods solemnly. Chidi pumps his fist in the air. Everwood: To Rex, he explains “Your teachings were important to me, and a great kindness. My previous knowledge erases none of that. And Lady Philomena, while that accent was a product of my health at the time, Boblin can turn it on any time ‘e wants.” May: Oh thank god, I couldn't bear to lose it. Rex: Thank you, Boblin. That means a lot to all of us. Everwood: He points towards the back of the cavern, where you can see a minecart and tracks leading through some dark tunnel. “As far as I know, the only proper way out of here is through there. It leads to the centre of the whole mining operation; which is unfortunately where the Duke spends most of his time.” He looks down at a small chunk of the gems the goblins were mining. “There’s something about these stones, some power that he needs. I’m sorry to say I don’t know what.” Chidi: Alright, no biggie. We go through the tunnel, find the Duke, beat up the Duke, rob the Duke, celebrate. I’m gonna start heading towards the minecart. Everwood: About that. Boblin looks sadly at you, saying “I can’t go.” May: Why not! You’ve killed or incapacitated all the guards here, your goblin pals are all safe— Everwood: He interrupts. “All of my goblin ‘pals’ here. This isn’t the only mine the Duke is running. I have a duty to my people, to free them all as soon as I can. I’ll join you in your fight when I am able, but I cannot come now.” There is a brief pause. Rex: Okay. Everwood raises their eyebrows. Everwood: You took that a lot better than I expected. Chidi shrugs. Chidi: The reasoning is sound, and it’s not like he’s leaving forever. May: Yeah, plus he’s coming back with more goblins! Rex: Yeah! More goblins equal more fun! Everwood: If you say so. So where do you go now, brave heroes? The city is your enemy, and the mines can only afford you safety for so long. [Extraneous non-SCP-6467 related footage redacted.] END LOG View SCP-6467 Log-1235 Close log CCTV Log 4 Location: Site 55 Rec Room Date: 15/05/2024 Present: Dr. Jay Everwood, Researcher Rex Alces, Researcher May Waters, Researcher Chidi Gueye Chidi rolls a twenty-sided die. Chidi: Fifteen! Everwood: And just like that, you're back from death's door! But enemies abound, and Duke Asinesill is still sitting atop his mighty Crystalium-powered machine, unharmed. He looks down at you three with a twisted smile and says, "You thought releasing all my slaves would hinder my plans? Please. I already had all the Crystalium I needed by the time you three idiots came around. And now no one can stop me!" Chidi: If I still had spell slots I would Fireball his stupid face so hard right now. May: It's my turn. I cast Guiding Bolt on the bastard. Rex: What! But I'm down and need healing! May: We can heal you after we take him out. I cast Guiding Bolt! Chidi: Actually, May, I think you should heal him. We don't know if killing Duke Assfuck— Everwood: Asi— you know what? He's enough of a scumface. You've earned it this time. Chidi: —will stop the flow of guards. Everwood: Well, May, what does Lady Philomena do? May: Ugh. Fine. I cast Healing Word at third level on Rex. May rolls four four-sided die. May: You recover twelve health. Rex: Thank you. Everwood: And I believe that's the end of the round. Let me check something. Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. Everwood: Interesting. Chidi: I don't like the sound of that. May: Uh oh. Rex: Let me guess. Tiamat herself comes down and attacks us. Everwood: Nope! As a matter of fact, you all hear something, like a rumble. Low at first, but quickly increasing in volume. Suddenly, Lady Philomena recognizes it from her goblin obsession phase, or gobaboo era as I like to call it— Rex and Chidi laugh. May folds her arms and rolls her eyes. Everwood: Anyway, you hear it; a goblin war cry! And it's descending upon the ruins of this facility! Before you know it, you can see them, an ocean of green bodies flooding the area and dispatching the guards. And at the very front of this cavalry is none other than Boblin! Chidi, May, and Rex erupt into cheers. May: Oh my God! Boblin! Rex: Fuck yeah, Boblin! Chidi: Boblin my boy! Good to see you again! Everwood: He stops upon noticing you three, and gives you all a smile before continuing his charge. Duke Asinesill is not very impressed by these goblins, however, and he fires a bolt of Crystalium magic from his left arm canon, vaporizing a good number of goblins! May: Is Boblin safe? Everwood: You better believe he is! He is still leading the charge and has begun climbing up the machine's leg and toward the cockpit where Duke Asinesill is in! Chidi: Can we help him? Everwood: Do you all want to climb the machine? Rex, Chidi, May: (In unision) Yes! Everwood: Alright, give me Acrobatics or Athletics checks, your choice! Rex, Chidi, and May roll a twenty-sided die each. Rex: Twenty two! May: Fifteen! Chidi: Five. Ugh. I really should have invested in my physical side. Everwood: I'll let you try again since there are an awful lot of goblins and they're helping each other climb up, so it stands to reason they would help you too. We'll call it advantage. Chidi rolls again. Chidi: Uhh… Sixteen total? Everwood: Very good! You all begin to scale the machine as the Duke continues to try and swipe goblins and yourselves off of his golem. Eventually, Boblin reaches the cockpit and begins stabbing at it with his little knife, causing little fractures to appear. Rex, you are first in the initiative order. What do you do? Rex: I Wild Shape into an ape and climb faster, then begin smashing down on the cockpit! Everwood: Good choice! The glass is nearly broken! Chidi, you're up. Chidi: How close am I to the Duke? Everwood: I would say maybe four and a half metres. Chidi: Can I see him? Everwood: I'm gonna say yes. Chidi: Perfect. I cast Lightning Lure on him. May: That's genius! Why didn't you do that before? Chidi: I couldn't get close enough to him. Everwood: Very good! Let's see if the Duke makes his save. Everwood rolls a twenty-sided die. Everwood: Oof, not so good. So it hits! The Duke is pulled toward you, completely smashing the glass of the cockpit and falling down! Chidi rolls three eight-sided die. Everwood: Damage doesn't matter, he's dead. He had the stat block of a normal civilian. So good job! You killed the Duke! However, one problem remains; the machine he had made for his subjugation purposes is now loudly proclaiming it is going to activate its self-destruct protocol. What now do you do, May? May: Fuck! I don't know, I uh… I ask Boblin? Everwood rolls their eyes but smiles. Everwood: Boblin nods at you. He knows what to do and mouths "Thank you." Boblin then proceeds to jump into the cockpit where Duke Asinesill sat mere moments ago and begins to tear it apart, apparently in search of something. Do you wish to climb up and aid him? May: Of course! It's Boblin, I can't leave him alone like that! Everwood: As you climb up, Boblin looks at you and says "You go. Tell the others to run as fast as they can. I'm going to control the damage as best as I can." May: No! Boblin, let me help you! Everwood: Using all of his strength, the little goblin kicks you out of the cockpit, and you fall down onto Rex and Chidi. Unable to support her sudden weight, the three of you fall down, where the army of goblins is now retreating as fast as their tiny legs can carry them. What now do you do? May: I'm going to climb back up to Boblin! Rex: May, no. He wanted us to live. This is his sacrifice to make. Chidi: Yeah, let him do this. There is silence on the recording. May: Fine. Let's get out of here. Everwood: And so, carried by the current of goblins fleeing the derelict facility where this monstrosity was built, you three noble heroes find yourselves around fifty meters away from the building before it finally explodes. You are exhausted, you are drained, you are emotionally distraught, but you are safe. The goblin army which had helped you not moments before sits leaderless, directionless, and also just as distraught as you three. They may barely speak common, but one of them approaches you, May, and hands you a sunflower, then says, "It was his favorite." May begins weeping, covering her face with her arms. Rex reaches over to comfort her. Rex: It's okay. He doesn't have to lead rebellions or be forced to mine for anyone anymore. Chidi: He's finally free. May: Fuck you for making me care so much about a little goblin! Everwood: What? You're the ones who wouldn't leave me alone about him! Chidi: So none of that was planned? Everwood: I had to go off script ever since the beginning pretty much. Rex: Wow. You're a good improviser. Everwood: Thank you. So who wants to DM the next campaign? Rex, Chidi, and May all begin speaking over each other, listing off excuses. END LOG Attached SCP-6467 Relevant Documentation Hide Documentation Attached below is artwork Researcher May Waters illustrated of her adventuring party and relevant SCP-6467 instance. Footnotes 1. Non-Player Character. 2. In tabletop roleplaying games, the Game Master is a non-player individual who acts as an organizer, officiant for regarding rules, arbitrator, and moderator for players. 3. Traits deemed favorable by SCP-6467's research team include the NPC being described in an unusual fashion, the NPC being a smaller height class than the players, and possessing unique characteristics. 4. INT is an abbreviation for Intelligence, one of the ability score modifiers of Dungeons & Dragons, alongside Strength, Dexterity, Wisdom, Charisma, and Constitution. 5. Nat one is short for natural one; a term which is synonymous with a complete and total failure at most tables. It should be noted that not all Game Masters consider natural ones automatic failures. 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Just as the clock strikes midnight... • Other uncle nicolini author page • Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • Ode To The Unknown Author • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6467" by Uncle Nicolini, Rakkran, & fairydoctor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6467. Licensed under CC-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: boblin1.jpg Name: Dungeons and Dragons game.jpg Author: Moroboshi License: CC BY SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Filename: boblin2.png Name: boblin2.png Author: fairydoctor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Original Work
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close Info X Credit Team 苦力怕殺手(クリーパースレイヤーズ / Creeperslayers) tetsusquared ◈ main author RuRItech does not match any existing user name ◇ Jiu_Huan ◇ ◈ - Main author ◆ - Contributing author ◈ - Non-participant SCP-6468 - pvp potion by dado This article is an entry into the 2022 Department Contest. SCP-6468 2/6468 CLASSIFIED Assigned Site: Site-418-δ Special Containment Procedures As of 2020/06/15, SCP-6468-1 has been removed from Wix servers; a Foundation-run website has been set up at the same URL to track attempts to access the anomaly. All 3,159 SCP-6468 currently owned by the Foundation are to be contained in a Standard Anomalous Item Storage Room in Site-418-δ. The room is to be equipped with trapped chests linked to a tamper-evident mechanism; in addition, the exterior of the room is to be lined with barrier blocks and bedrock, with a command block-based mechanism controlling access to the room. Access to SCP-6468 requires approval from three members of Level 4 or higher personnel, and shall only be granted for testing purposes. Owing to the difficulty of tracking down all extant SCP-6468, an update has been pushed to Minecraft's server software to notify Foundation tracking software whenever an instance of SCP-6468 is loaded, after which Mobile Task Force 辛卯-17 ("Castle of Dreams") will be mobilized to the server in order to retrieve and transfer SCP-6468 to Site-418-δ using a standard item transfer ritual. The Foundation is monitoring for reports of civilians affected by SCP-6468. All affected civilians are to be taken into Foundation custody, force-fed 1 m3 of cow's milk, and released after confirmation that anomalous effects have ceased. Description SCP-6468 in the Minecraft inventory. SCP-6468 is a Minecraft item, appearing to be a yellow potion with the name "pvp potion by dado"1. When a player consumes the potion by holding the right mouse button, an unknown mechanism causes their right index finger to vibrate at a rate of 200 Hz. This effect appears to last indefinitely and appears to be independent of the nervous system; the tip of the finger continues to vibrate even when separated from the body. As such, the effects of SCP-6468 can be remedied by amputating the affected finger at the proximal interphalangeal joint. In addition, testing has shown that physically consuming 1 m3 of cow's milk will reverse the effects of SCP-64682. SCP-6468-1 is a website at the address ███████████.wixsite.com, seemingly associated with the Person of Interest "dado". The website is non-anomalous with the exception of the shop page, which advertises various Minecraft PvP kits3; upon checking out, the buyer is asked for a server URL and a username. When the URL or IP address of a Minecraft server and the username of a player currently online on that server are entered, a player with the username "dadodeliveryman" will log on in front of the player, place a chest or shulker box containing the requested items, and log out after the player has collected the items4. SCP-6468 is the sole anomalous item listed on SCP-6468-1; however, it is suspected that at least one other anomalous item resulted from SCP-6468-1 (see Addendum IV). Addenda ▷ Addendum I: SCP-6468 Store Page ▼ Addendum I: SCP-6468 Store Page pvp potion by dado $19.99 buy now!! do u wish u were better at pvp? now here is wonderful dado product for u: pvp potion by dado better than autoclicker, also completely legal, because with superior dado technology there is no software changes, u will not get ban. ▷ Addendum II: Discovery ▼ Addendum II: Discovery On 2020/06/12, during routine monitoring of the Minecraft multiplayer network "Letters Network"5, MTF-Digamma-26 ("Bedwars Sweats") was alerted to activity relating to a known Person of Interest. At the time, the server was hosting a large-scale Ultra Hardcore6 tournament between 240 players. As Letters Network is a self-concealing anomalous community, further action regarding this particular incident was deemed unnecessary; questioning of the affected player revealed the existence of and Web address of SCP-6468-1. + dadodeliveryman dadodeliveryman: delivery from dado. armor 4 protection and pvp potion shidburg233: this says "pvp potion by dado" in comic sans. are you sure this will make me a pvp god? dadodeliveryman: u trust dado shidburg233: if you say so man. - dadodeliveryman [VIP II] Mayu_Kurenai: Who was that? [PRO] xHallEffect: bruh was that the real dado [VIP II] Mayu_Kurenai: I don't know, probably not shidburg233: WTJF HHHELP [PRO] xHallEffect: well guess we have our answer, what the hell did that do to them lmao PxseidxnsGate was slain by TecnoblodeFan123 using [Enchanted Orphan] [VIP II] Mayu_Kurenai: What happened? shidburg233: MMMMMY FINNNNNNGER WONNNNT STOP TWITCHHHING [PRO] xHallEffect: amazing [PRO] xHallEffect: this is why you dont buy kits from dado [PRO] xHallEffect: shouldnt have tried to cheat in the first place [PRO] xHallEffect: howd he get into the server anyway? [VIP II] Shinpuriinda: it's dado dude, don't question it [PRO] xHallEffect: right amorgous1337 was slain by shidburg233 using [Diamond Sword] shidburg233 was slain by TecnoblodeFan123 using [Enchanted Orphan] ▷ Addendum III: SCP-6468 Experiment Log ▼ Addendum III: SCP-6468 Experiment Log Experiment 6468/1 Procedure: Gunpowder was added to SCP-6468 in a brewing stand. The resulting splash potion was thrown, affecting D-34151, D-34152 and a caged zombie. Result: SCP-6468 became a "splash pvp potion". When the potion landed, both Class D personnel's fingers began vibrating at 200 Hz. The zombie appeared to be unaffected and was terminated successfully. Experiment 6468/2 Procedure: Redstone dust was added to SCP-6468 in a brewing stand.7 D-34153 was instructed to use the potion and then attack D-34154, who was instructed not to touch the keyboard and mouse. Result: SCP-6468 showed no visible change. Upon drinking the potion, D-34153's finger began vibrating at 200 Hz. No further changes were observed. Experiment 6468/3 Procedure: Glowstone dust was added to SCP-6468 in a brewing stand.8 D-34154 was instructed to use the potion and then attack D-34155, who was instructed not to touch the keyboard and mouse. Result: SCP-6468 showed no visible change. Upon drinking the potion, D-34154's finger began vibrating at a rate of 400 Hz rather than the usual 200 Hz. ▷ Addendum IV: Incident 6468/1 ▼ Addendum IV: Incident 6468/1 On 2020/08/14, while retrieving a stockpile of SCP-6468 on the Minecraft server "2b2t" for containment, Minecraft Division operatives, who were using a modified client that could show information on items held by other players, discovered a related item with the in-game name "killaura9 potion by dado" in the possession of a player named "01Bizarre10". Upon engaging "01Bizarre10", the player drank the potion and became unresponsive. Minecraft Division tracking teams dispatched a task force to the suspected real-life location of the player and discovered a 16-year-old male and his mother suffering acute radiation sickness; the 16-year-old was identified as the player "01Bizarre10", and his body was determined to be emitting a constant 10,000 Ci of ionizing radiation. Both subjects were taken into Foundation custody, where they died of radiation sickness. No further instances of "killaura potion by dado" have been found. Footnotes 1. Of note is that this text is invariably in oblique Comic Sans, despite the limitations of the Minecraft text renderer. 2. Consuming the milk bucket item within Minecraft does not reverse the effects of the anomaly. 3. PvP, short for Player versus Player, refers to direct combat between two players. PvP kits typically consist of armor, weapons, food, potions, and utility items such as ender pearls and water buckets. 4. This occurs even on private servers where the player "dadodeliveryman" is not whitelisted. 5. "Letters Network" is owned and operated by Letters Entertainment's SSS Studio, and is the most popular Minecraft server network in the worldwide anomalous community. 6. A game mode where the last player left alive is considered the winner; the primary draw of the game mode is that players' natural health regeneration is disabled. Players typically rely on golden apples to regenerate health. 7. Redstone dust increases the duration of a potion; for instance, a Potion of Swiftness normally lasts for 3 minutes, but when redstone dust is added, it lasts for 8 minutes. 8. Glowstone dust increases the potency of a potion; for instance, a Potion of Healing normally heals 2 hearts (4 HP), but when glowstone dust is added, it heals 4 hearts (8 HP). 9. Thought to refer to "kill aura", a common feature of "hacked" clients that allows the user to automatically attack any enemy players in range, effectively dealing constant unavoidable damage as long as the enemy player is within the user's reach radius. Secure Facility Dossier: Site-418 Peace of Mind for the Wavering Girl ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6468" by tetsusquared, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6468. Licensed under CC-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: pvp_potion_by_dado_2.png Author: tetsusquared License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: pvp_potion_by_dado.png Author: tetsusquared License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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by Ethagon 3/6471 LEVEL 3/6471 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6471 Thaumiel Foundation Alignment: Neutral/Orthogonal Classification Notice: If the Foundation Alignment of SCP-6471 worsens, SCP-6471 should be reclassified to either Keter, Euclid, or Decommissioned depending on successful Containment. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Operatives are to control the largest guild in SCP-6471 at all times, both in the size of its player base and the controlled territory. At least 40% of this guild is to be controlled from both the internal and the public-facing gaming breakroom of Site-EX with the cover story of "Virtual Reality focused research". The Guild Manager is to provide cover for any Containment Missions that can only be carried out through SCP-6471. The respective Containment Teams are to be instructed in the relevant mechanics of SCP-6471 to carry out their mission. The debug mode of SCP-6471 is only to be activated for Containment Missions or research into SCP-6471. Research into SCP-6471 requires the approval of the Director of Site-118 or in their absence the approval of the Site-120 Director Council. Under no circumstances is SCP-6471 to be played in Esterberg. Description: SCP-6471 is the VRMMORPG1 "A Midsummer Night's Game Online" published by Super Carefree Playing on the 21st June 2004. The Game can only be played with a CAVE system specifically designed for the game.2 The plot revolves around the players being called into the "Connected Realm" by the Twilight Castle to claim rulership for it over the many territories that are "representations from thousands of different worlds". The goal of the game is to claim all territories for the Twilight Castle in exchange for "eternal glory". The game is influenced by the current state of the World Wide Web and vice versa, with most in-game actions that have an effect on the World Wide Web being only possible in the debug mode. It is currently theorized that SCP-6471 is not a video game, but rather another realm accessible only by playing the video game. If this theory is correct, then SCP-6471 should adapt to future hardware as if it was originally released for the new hardware. Discovery: SCP-6471 came to the Foundation's attention because of the game's unusual release decision. The game needing its own dedicated CAVE system makes requiring the game expensive, especially with the general disinterest in Virtual Reality for the last few years. This, together with the Company's SCP initials despite having no apparent connections to the Foundation made an investigation into SCP-6471 necessary. Investigation Logs: The first thing we checked was the gameplay, so it wasn't long until we found our first surprise: The game's magic system is very close to real thaumaturgy. I've double-checked with one of ours and it seems like all spells are constructed with restrictions that make them impossible to cast on earth in this way. Seems like the game was designed with the Veil in mind. Every "territory" in the game seems to mirror more or less one website. Claiming that territory for the Twilight Castle entails placing a "Sun Anchor" in a section of the territory that you usually reach after defeating a boss or completing a minigame. In the game itself, this makes the whole territory a bit brighter and warmer. Outside of the game it apparently results in one part of the corresponding website not being erasable. Again, this seems to have been done with the Veil in mind. We did this for a few websites and it always ends up being something you don't notice is still there if you don't specifically check for it. And if you delete the website, the territory for it becomes unreachable in the game. For the territories themselves, you have things like flying castles made out of magnifying glasses, I'm pretty sure that one corresponds to Yahoo!, a lot of dreamlike forests and markets selling things like "The legacy of a king", "A piece of summer 1540" or "a never broken promise". The Twilight Castle itself is also an interesting case. The whole game is set at night but here there seems to be a sun "behind" the night sky like it's a bulged carpet hanging over the Twilight Castle. It's hanging lower with each claimed territory, but it seems to slow exponentially, so I doubt it will ever reach the castle. Inside the Twilight Castle are NPCs called "Guests" that can steal your username (which doesn't have any consequences outside of that) and they're led by a "First Guest" who we couldn't encounter yet. Other players mentioned this First Guest thanked them for the claimed territories and asked them if they would like to make their stay permanent. I haven't heard of a player who accepted the offer, so I have to assume negative consequences. Based on this I think Fae are involved one way or the other. I've reached out to Site-118 and Site-120 for further comment. There also seems to be a debug mode, but we need to activate it by connecting with a specific Super Carefree Playing server, so I'll have to look into that as well. — Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht I've got a response from both Sites and we seem to be on the right track with the Fae. Randall Owings, the Director of Site-118, says he recalls SCP-6471, but only things that are mentioned to him. He took some mnestics to no effect, but memory and database tampering seems like a given now. He guessed the Fae, he was certain that that's what the guests are, are trying to establish a Court in this "Connected Realm". He could have elaborated, but I'd have to take amnestics after the investigation and I don't take those if I can avoid it. Experience is useless if I can't remember anything to apply it. I'll get information for these courts elsewhere. I don't have access to the debug mode yet, but we're close to getting it. Super Carefree Playing uses similar methods to some Foundation Sites for its authentication. That, the name and the Veil-centered design almost confirm that we're at least dealing with an organization that had former ties to the Foundation. From Site-120 I got the info that there apparently was an "Esterberg Release" of the game and it got in legal trouble. And instead of settling that in a minor court, they choose to appeal to the Supreme Summer Court, the highest court in Esterberg. They had to pay a fine, but otherwise, the release of the game was granted. From what I can tell this seems to be the only special release of SCP-6471. I've sent the Supreme Summer Court a mail and I'll go over what purpose this release might serve with some Site-120 personnel until they respond. — Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht To: SCP Foundation From: Surpreme Summer Court of Esterberg Subject: RE: A Midsummer Night's Game Online: Esterberg Release You are in contact with the Supreme Summer Court of Esterberg. All statements made by you, related parties, and the Court as part of this conversation are objectively true. To the Foundation Operatives this concerns, With the current state of things, I am not at liberty to discuss the content of the trial. You have however no interest in the contents of the trial, so I will instead write about things that actually concern you: Your investigation team has strong suspicions as to what purpose the "Esterberg Release" serves. They are correct. The fine was set higher than usual but is still within the margin our judges are allowed. The higher fine served as a punishment for bending the Court's authority for things not concerning Esterberg. The trial could have been easily avoided and the execution was trivial. Even so, the approval of a Lesser Court would have meant nothing for the accused. I would have refused if the Law did not require me to accept every appeal to the Supreme Summer Court. Now that I have given you this information, I expect your organization to not bother this Court with legal matters not concerning Esterberg. As ever, Supreme Summer Judge Edrisglair My team got more info on what Fae Court we might be dealing with and the "guests" current behaviour plus the focus of "A Midsummer Night's Game Online" makes the Summer Court the most likely. There are quite a few Courts that are dead in a way apparently, but Summer has been completely gone for some time now. It's apparently part of the "Cycle of Seasons" that covers fundamental states of the universe. Summer is focused on Permanence, Existence and the IS in general. If that's the case then the "Esterbergian Release" was solely made to get in slight legal trouble to get overall approval on the game by the Supreme Summer Court. And they needed this approval because the Supreme Summer Court is very likely a distant arm of the Summer Court, but focused on Esterberg. The approval of the game would match a legitimizing of the Court or so the faerie experts tell me. This fits with what the Judge sent us, but it unnerves me a bit that they know this much about the investigation. I'll try to be more cautious of anything Fae Court related in the future. We've also finally got our hands on that debug mode and its main function seems to be access to hidden areas in each territory. Turns out that if the website the territory is mirroring had any anomalies (and sometimes bugs) on it they appear in this hidden area. We tried interacting with one and after containing it in the game, the anomaly vanished from the website. So if this was a Foundation operation at one point, containing internet anomalies seems like a good motive for why we'd be involved with this. With more clear evidence for Foundation involvement, I got RAISA to comp through the database for anything related to 6471. They've found this orphaned transcript. — Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht Attendees: Director Thomas Weld, Explanation and Research Department Director Randall Owings, Site-118, SCP-6471 Project Head Chain (Factotum), Office of O5-5 Date: 2003-11-21 Topic: Determining the future duties of the Explanation and Research Department regarding Project Webcage. <Begin Log> Chain: Session started. Weld: For the record I am inclined against this proposal. Please outline your reasons again on why the Department focused on Explained Anomalies is specifically suited for dealing with this anomaly-utilizing project. Owings: It is not specifically the Department but the planned Foundation Front I'm looking for. We need a Front that is close enough to the public to satisfy the Game's need for public exposure, but still under enough Foundation control for a tight leash on the game. Weld: Weld is silent for two seconds. Owings: No, Super Carefree Playing can only serve for the development and publishing of the game. We intend to not advertise the game at all to better control the player base. Weld: So then why my Front? Owings: Most Front Managers aren't up for this task. You and your team have a better grasp on upholding the public relations this project requires. That and you wanted to build your Site near the Frankfurt Dataknot if I'm correct? Weld: Yes, we need the connection speed to properly enforce the Trevisan-Ethics-Mandate. Owings: This project would benefit from that as well. Makes it easier for a direct link. Owings: Owings is silent for ten seconds. Weld: (to Chain) Would this be enough to push for approval of the Site location? Chain: I can't speak for future decis— Weld: Your opinion. Chain: It would be a point in your favour. Maybe enough with the other points, you have gathered. Weld: I'm still not entirely convinced. I know that your project deals with the F— the slot before 4001. Owings: You will use the proper Eshu protocol when speaking about the entities from where you can expect retribution for breaking their rules. Weld: (inhales sharply) It won't happen again. Owings: (to Chain) Does he have the appropriate clearance? Chain: You both have 4/General. All specific clearance concerns for this meeting are waived by me within reason. Owings: The ones we are interacting with escaped from what seems to currently be a political battleground. We're not completely sure yet what is currently happening in there, but I know the goals of who is working with us. They won't be a danger to you or your Front. Weld: I'm a bit sceptical at that. Why involve the public if it's not related to your goal? Owings: They don't really think the public is involved. They think they discovered the World Wide Web as a man-made, but sort of abandoned kingdom without a ruler. The parts of this project that do involve the public are just how we— Owings: Owings is silent for 25 seconds. Owings: —requirement to make the Summer Court a new. They're not perfect mind you. That they choose something as changeable as the internet works against them. Weld: (nods) What exactly would our duties entail? Owings: We need the Front to have a room with the CAVE system needed to play the game. Your employees and visitors can then play the game during breaks. Weld: Seems expensive. Do you have a cover story on why we’d make such a specific break room? Owings: No, is that a problem? Weld: (shakes his head) We’ll make one of the “sponsors” of my front an investor obsessed with obscure video games. That does mean we’ll need at least a small section of the Front's scientific work to be focused on that, which I’m not too keen on. Owings: That plays well into the plans of this project. We need the largest guild in the game to be Foundation-controlled as a cover for the web-based containment mission. Placing parts of this player base with your Front seems sensible. Weld: Okay then, let's discuss how best to facilitate my Fronts connection to- Weld: Weld is silent for 3 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 2 seconds. Weld: Weld is silent for 42 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 1 second. Weld: Weld is silent for 37 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 23 seconds. Weld: Weld is silent for 5 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 1 second. (All parties think to themselves for a bit) Weld: Weld is silent for 25 seconds. Owings: Owings is silent for 23 seconds. Weld: Weld is silent for 1 second. Owings: Owings is silent for 1 second. Chain: If neither party has anything else to add, I'll end the session here. This was productive. I look forward to working together with both of you. <End Log> The transcript looks like it's been tampered with, but I've spoken with all participants and they all remember it happening like that. Without context. My initial guess was that the reason for the extended silence and why this file is orphaned lies in censoring key information about Super Carefree Playing, but if that is the case they used a sledgehammer to censoring with how loose this information is. The goal can't be complete removal either, because then we wouldn't have found this transcript in the first place. Either way, the transcript is the only file we found referencing a "Project Webcage", but it fits with my previous theories. The rest of the transcript holds up with other things I found. The installation of the CAVE system contributed to Site-EX being allowed to be built near the Frankfurt data node. I've also found personnel on standby to start playing SCP-6471 to form the Foundation Guild. They were just waiting for further instructions. Owings set together with these "Guild members" and reconstructed most of the Containment Plan we had involving SCP-6471. We're just missing the parts involving Super Carefree Playing now, presumably. Owings wants to move forward with Project Webcage now and use SCP-6471 as a Thaumiel. He said we benefit more than it harms us for now and we could always reclassify it later. The last thing I could confirm is that Site-118 apparently had visitors from beyond the well intersect with their intranet, which by the way is really concerning. With that I can make a rough timeline of events: The aforementioned visitors visit Site-118; During this encounter, they become aware of the internet; They understand the internet as a realm without a ruler, so they need to build a new Summer Court; Someone in the Foundation realizes how a Fae-internet intersection could be used to permanently contain web-based anomalies (don't know enough about fae-magic to know how); Both sides come to an agreement; SCP-6471 is "developed" by Super Carefree Playing in a way that fulfils the requirements of both parties; The Fae or guests (having now stolen enough usernames to not be a concern for ESHU protocols) demand an Esterberg Release; This results in legal troubles in Esterberg and the approval by the Supreme Summer Court of the game and with that indirectly the new Summer Court. There are still some questions unanswered, with the main one being what happened to make large parts of the Foundation forget about this and why is Super Carefree Playing not a Foundation Front. I'd advise the Foundation to not utilize this anomaly until there is a clear answer to these questions. However, I don't see these questions getting uncovered in the foreseeable future either. This concludes my investigation. - Special Investigator Klara Lambrecht Update-2004-09-23: A new orphaned but severely corrupted file related to Project Webcage has been discovered. Since complete corruption is likely by 2004-12-21, research continues for backup servers that have no ontological connections to our reality. File Name corrupted Guest0354 has joined the channel. Edrisglair has [DATA CORRUPTED] the channel. •DirectorS118 Greetings, Supreme Summer Judge. I did not expect you to [DATA CORRUPTED] the invitation. Guest0354 has left the channel. Edrisglair I did not. I never joined this channel. Guest0025 has joined the channel. •DirectorS118 Of course. Guest0025 has left the channel. Guest0001 has joined the channel. Edrisglair It stuck. You have my congratulations on this occasion. Guest0001 I graciously accept. Edrisglair They've fixed the loophole by now. Too many candidates depend on the nameless. Be happy with the few dozen you were able to get out. Guest0001 I am. I thought I had longer before they found out about my exploit. Edrisglair Spring is always fast on the up-take, no matter the circumstances. Guest0001 What a shame. Guest0001 Where are my manners, thank you for hosting me, DirectorS118. Apologies for my late introduction. •DirectorS118 Don't worry too much about it. You wanted to clear up some things again? Guest0001 Correct, this is only about things we already discussed. It's important to me that we repeat them, now that the Esterberg Release has the approval of the Supreme Summer Court and with the launch day drawing near. •DirectorS118 Of course. Guest0001 So first of all: Am I correct that nothing stands in the way of me and my few dozen companions residing in the Connected Realm? •DirectorS118 You have more control over that than I do for the most part. [DATA CORRUPTED] control of the Connected Realm is rudimentary. Guest0001 That is not a definitive statement. •DirectorS118 I will speak as clear as my interlocutors. Edrisglair As is fair. Guest0001 As has been established we come from the court with which you are in conflict, so we can not simply be in contract with your Foundation •DirectorS118 I might be off with this but aren't you closer to Summer than Spring now? Guest0001 What makes you think that? •DirectorS118 I'm afraid that's classified. Guest0001 Let me offer you the same courtesy. My reasons are 'classified' as well. Guest0001 As before we can not be in contract with the Foundation. It was agreed upon that we would be in contract with Super Carefree Playing instead. I ask of you if Super Carefree Playing is part of the Foundation. Guest0001 And don't evade this question, I require a clear answer. •DirectorS118 Then will you give me the same? Guest0001 I pledge to be precise and clear in my answers to you for the rest of this meeting. •DirectorS118 Then yes. Guest0001 Randall Owings, as one that is on the brink of summer I accuse you of untrue statements. It is evident that [DATA CORRUPTED] is a Foundation Front filled with personnel that are part of the Foundation as well, making one part of the other. As you are part of the Foundation you have a choice. We accept your statement as fact and make it so. Super Carefree Playing will be distinct from the Foundation. Or we accept your statement as a lie and you and your Foundation will leave the Domain of IS and vanish to where liars go. Edrisglair This would mean Winter, temporarily. •DirectorS118 Alright •DirectorS118 What does each choice entail? Guest0001 The first would be the complete cessation of everything that makes [DATA CORRUPTED] and the Foundation connected. The second would mean the Foundation being non-existent until the 23rd of September of this year. I do not know what changes on that date, I just know it to be true. Guest0001 Choose now, summer will not wait. •DirectorS118 I will go with the first option. Guest0001 Excellent. Warning: This channel is experiencing corruption. •[DATA CORRUPTED] Is this your doing? Guest0001 Not directly. But this chatroom is a connection between you and [DATA CORRUPTED] so it needs to go. •[DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] Guest0001 Goodbye. [DATA CORRUPTED] was kicked by [DATA CORRUPTED]. Edrisglair is now the owner. Guest0001 I thank you for the level of involvement, but your [DATA CORRUPTED] wasn't needed for this to work, Supreme Summer Judge. •Edrisglair I am not present. This chatroom doesn't exist. You know this. Guest0001 I made no statement that you were. •Edrisglair I do not care. As you have chosen to involve me with your stunt in Esterberg I will tell you this: Your endeavour will be fruitless. Guest0001 We are already on [DATA CORRUPTED] of summer. •Edrisglair Precisely my point. The brink. You can not BECOME summer. You ARE part of its Court or you are not. •Edrisglair A true fellow of the Summer Court would not have needed to give Owings the choice. They would have dictated the IS as it is right. Guest0001 Would you say the same in a time when the [DATA CORRUPTED] court is no more? •Edrisglair Are you simple? The Summer Court can not CEASE just as much as it can not BECOME. •Edrisglair At least now I know what brought on this delusion. Guest0001 But… if Summer isn't gone where is the Summer [DATA CORRUPTED] •Edrisglair It is simply displaced. •Edrisglair If summer were truly gone then I would have lost my limited premonitions for truehoods and the Supreme Summer Court would have dissolved from its current state requiring only truth to be spoken and its judgements to be intrinsically final. It is only in its authority to judge for Esterberg, but the Supreme Summer Court of Esterberg is part of the Summer Court, after all. Guest0001 May I [DATA CORRUPTED] where the true Summer Court was displaced [DATA CORRUPTED] •Edrisglair You may. It is [DATA CORRUPTED] Guest0001 [DATA CORRUPTED] you repeat that? •Edrisglair I will not. It is not for your ears. Guest0001 [DATA CORRUPTED] Guest0001 *I see. •Edrisglair Go back to your pseudo-court of summer in your realm made of misunderstanding the modern world. Maybe you will even find a way to true summer. It does not matter to me. But I want one thing to be clear. Engrave this into your very being. Guest0001 I will. •Edrisglair Stay out of Esterberg. [DATA LOST] Footnotes 1. Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game. 2. Cave Automatic Virtual Environment. A room with virtual projections to the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. The version used for SCP-6471 also includes 3D sound, regulated temperature and some aroma options. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6471" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6471. Licensed under CC-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-6472
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esoteric-class
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF MEMETICS The following file has been compromised by a third party. All information contained herein is to be considered inaccurate until the information breach has been appropriately dealt with. Any method which could be used to regain access to SCP-6472's file is to be presented to Dr. Brian Kenton, head of the Department of Memetics, for review and implementation. Dr. Brian Kenton, Memetics Dept. this file is maintained by dado filing solutions item number: hello object class: this is dado special containment procedures: scp 6472 is of great worry to foundation personal because it shows that the foundation is not making good meme images. all memetic images are to be approved by dado because dado is excellent purveyor of fine dado services like dado memetic regulation agency and bottling plant. description: scp 6472 is a flaw in memetic agencies by the foundation. this flaw makes it so that the image kills people which is not something that images are suppose to do. dado think that foundation could make better images that are fine helth products instead of making cheap mind trick that affects fine customer. dado is share this fine business tip so the foundation can become esteemed business partner and negotiate good deals with dado memetic regulation agency and bottling plant1 scp 6472 1 is a new meme image that has been fixed. seeing scp 6472 1 for longer than 10 seconds will make you happy and more relaxed. the meme has many elements like cool shapes that the foundation uses and the veryman langford patterns in it but they are tweaked using secret dado industries method to make it a memetic live agent instead so ppl can get better added-6472-a: mails mails between me and foundation meme man brian on how to solve scp xxxx2 : to: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics from: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad subject: new product u want! click here now for bus… hello this is dado owner of many fine businesses and other products contacting you to interest you in dado meme improve agency and bottling plant i have seen that your meme images are killing ppl and i can make them stop killing ppl for u because killing ppl would give you more customers yes pls respond with a money offer and i will contact you later bye dado owner to: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad from: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics subject: re: new product u want! click here now for bus… to whom it may concern, please cease contacting this address with offers to "improve" our memetic department. furthermore, relinquish control of scp-6472's file. failure ot comply with any of these points will be treated as a standard informational breach and dealt with accordingly. dr. brian kenton memetics department head site-82 to: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics from: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad subject: re: re: new product u want! click here now… hello foundation dado is not of concern but appreciate the question also have heard about your concern but be calm because dado meme department is making the scp 6472 file like the foundation makes it so its fine also waiting for your money to enter so i can fix ur images i found one in some file that was very dangerous so let me know so i can fix it quickly to: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad from: ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics#ten.pcs|e5f46-9543-pics subject: re: re: re: new product u want! click here now… salutations, kilag9887.mem3 dr. brian kenton memetics department head site-82 added-6472-b: scp 6472 1 here is proof of concept with fixed image u trust dado dado expect payment soon thanks foundation will keep this page up until payment is received and then some more because dado spent an entire day organizing everything thank you see you soon bye Footnotes 1. bottles are not giving expected profit margins so dado needs to focus on memes. 2. dado can see that the system has many fancy inserts for emails but couldn't use them so the mails look bad sorry im retyping them now :) 3. dado fixed this image for u not sure why the foundation sent a sick image
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SCP-6473
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thaumiel
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Siddartha Alonne Visit my author page! Article: SCP-6473 — anti-tiredness pills Author: Siddartha Alonne Author’s Note: A thank you for their feedback to Guaire, Crow-Cat and LAN 2D, TheDarkArtist, Dr Leonerd, Alexander the Jar, Alexander245, Uncle Nicolini and Coldsmith. Item#: 6473 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6473 is to be contained in a standard security locker at Site-234. Use of SCP-6473 for testing is allowed with prior authorization from the head researcher of the 6473 Project. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6473 denotes a vial with a single sticker on it, reading "when tired" [sic], and containing 28 bright white pills, each ~2 cm long. The only substance found in said pills is pure Merino sheep milk. Subjects who consume SCP-6473 will proceed to find a location where they can safely rest, close their eyes, and become unresponsive after approximately 30 seconds. They will remain in such a state for approximately 8 hours1. Afterwards, subjects will state they have no memory of the time they had their eyes closed; instead, they will describe being present in an alternate dimension with logic and physical laws inconsistent with baseline reality. Subjects will also describe encountering various events, objects, and entities, all of which similarly deviate from baseline logic. Exploration and research of these dimensions with the help of gnostics have been proven futile, due to said gnostics being ineffective2. According to the records of the subjects, it's assumed such dimensions are created from the memories of the subject who consumed SCP-6473. Notably, subjects have reported not being in any tangible danger when using SCP-6473; in the few cases where such scenario took place, subjects instantly became responsive moments before a threat was about to harm them. ADDENDUM-6473-1: RE-CLASSIFICATION Following observation of known parallel universes with different biological and physical laws, SCP-6473 is being re-classified as Thaumiel due to the help with the discovery of a Mirus-class anomaly3; clearance level has been immediately increased to Secret. Current research is ongoing with the Foundations of said universes and the sharing of technologies; institution of MTF-Omicron Rho pending O5 Command approval. Footnotes 1. It is noteworthy that, during this phase, a remarkable increase in neural activities can be observed in the subjects' brains. 2. As such, it is assumed that the effects of SCP-6473 are not surrealistics in nature. 3. Mirus-class anomalies are only present in parallel universes that differ significantly from baseline reality, and are seen as mundane in said universes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6473" by Siddartha Alonne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6473. Licensed under CC-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-6474
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euclid
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Note: YOU ARE VIEWING THE ORIGINAL VERSION OF THIS DOCUMENT. Item#: 6474 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation database crawlers are set to monitor all Level 3 and below documentation for unauthorized alterations and revisions outside of usual margins of correction. Personnel are encouraged to review documentation related to themselves to confirm nothing has been altered. Description: SCP-6474 denotes a phenomenon affecting random files within Foundation archives, where interview logs contain dialogue that did not occur. So far, all instances of added dialogue have been appropriate within context. The earliest known instance of a document being affected by SCP-6474 was in the Exploration Logs for SCP-████. The end of the expedition has been appended below. Exploration Log SCP-████.6 Excerpt : Date: 09/28/2028 Exploration Team: Four members of MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") Subject: SCP-████/40 kilometers northwest of the Kayan Mentarang National Park, Indonesia Team Leader: ζ-9 Pertiwi Wahyu - AKA "NULLS" - Video Source Team Members: ζ-9 Solomon Xiong - AKA "ROYAL" ζ-9 Sola Luciana - AKA "VOICE" ζ-9 Petya Ilyovich - AKA "RUST" Current status: The MTF has reached a depth of 800 meters below sea level. Supplies for continued exploration are low and the team will begin the return journey shortly. There has not been any anomalous activity beyond the tunnel's inexplicable structural integrity at this depth. The team has recovered one of the two dead scouting drones that was sent before themselves. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT] The team continues crawling through the tunnel for seven minutes, until they hit a dead end. Nulls squeezes up to it. There's a circular impression on the wall. More silence. RUST: Double back? Nulls shakes her head, moving the camera. She places her hand on the wall, then knocks on it with the other. ROYAL: Hollow. Nulls nods. NULLS: Hammer, please. She turns around. All team members are on their hands and knees in single file, with Royal directly behind her and Voice behind him. Royal takes a hammer from Voice and passes it forward. NULLS: Airflow for sure. On your guards. Sounds of fumbling. Nulls pulls out her chisel and taps. After two minutes a hole roughly 0.5m in diameter gives way. The microphone picks up a deep breath before Nulls crawls through. Video feed shows the beam of her headlight vanishing into the darkness. NULLS: Chamber. She throws a rock. Six seconds of silence, then echoing clatters. NULLS: Chasm. Two minutes of silence before Nulls turns around. Royal's arms are wrapped around his knees, Voice is lying on her back, and Rust is still on all fours. NULLS: Climbing gear out. VOICE: Yes!! RUST: Fucking hell. VOICE: Oh be silent. Approximately ten minutes of preparations. Rust is assigned anchor duty to ensure safety gear remains secure. Nulls, Royal, and Voice rappel down their own ropes into the dark for roughly 70 meters before landing in running water. A minute or two of silence while harnesses are disconnected and the team stretches, then Nulls speaks. NULLS: Stop. Full alert. Sidearms, safety off. ROYAL: Why? Silence. VOICE: The river's quiet. Flowing, but quiet. NULLS: Right. Royal, go 45 degrees to the right. Watch your step. Voice, 45 to the left. Both of you stay in sight. I'll go straight. Regroup in five. Camera depicts a slow walk over rocky ground. Nulls looks up two or three times, but the light does not reach the chamber's ceiling or walls. Four minutes of silence apart from Nulls' footsteps. Audio levels suddenly jump but no noise is recorded. VOICE: Noise? ROYAL: Noise! NULLS: Movement! To me, now! Footsteps of Voice and Royal are audible. Guns are drawn. Once together, Nulls scans the area. Three headlights overlap but show nothing. NULLS: I saw… hmm. Don't move. Silence, apart from the team's breathing. Video shows Nulls' headlight and sidearm pointed into the dark. NULLS: Hold. Listen. No audio for fifteen seconds. Then, shuffling footsteps are heard. NULLS: Get the fuck back to the rope. Voice and Royal break and run for the rope. Nulls slowly backs away, her headlight and sidearm slowly scanning back and forth. No audio until her headlight goes out. NULLS: Shit. Video feed shows nothing until Nulls briefly turns around and sees the headlights of Voice and Royal behind her. She continues backing towards them at a faster pace. Video feed shows nothing else visible. NULLS: Shit shit shit. Microphone again picks up shuffling footsteps. NULLS: Fuck this. Nulls fires two shots into the darkness, then turns and runs at full speed back to the rope. Microphone sound levels jump to 140 db, but no noise is recorded. Voice has already ascended back to Rust. Royal helps Nulls secure her harness, then both use the rappel mechanism to quickly be pulled up. Once all have returned to the tunnel, Rust uses a hermetic seal to close the hole. NULLS: We're going back. Closing Statement: Microphone continued to pick up deafening levels of sound, but no such noise was evident from the team's reactions or the environment. Journey back was uneventful. Voice, at the back of the line, later reported hearing muttering behind her at several points, but did not see anything. Later review of this incident was focused on the frames where Nulls discharged her weapon, illuminating a large portion of the cavern. The first gunshot revealed an expansive chamber, extending to the cavern wall least 200 meters ahead. This wall was marked by a massive, stark white streak covering most of the cavern wall, extending from the floor to out of sight. However, despite both shots being fired moments apart, the white streak had vanished by the time the second shot was fired. Current analysis is focused on improving the resolution of the first shot. [END LOG] As Pertiwi Wahyu, Solomon Xiong, and Sola Luciana all have mutism since birth and have never spoken, current investigation is focused on the alterations made to the transcripts. The transcriber, Junior Researcher Alphonso Zahar, categorically denies writing any dialogue apart from Petya Ilyovich's during the expedition. Next revision made 11/12/2028 >>> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6474" by TheyCallMeTim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6474. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: hyper Author: TheyCallMeTim License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-6475
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neutralized
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ArthCymro More by this Author | ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains sensitive topics, specifically the death of a child. Reader discretion is advised. Item #: SCP-6475 Site Responsible: Site-12 Director: Dr. Vidya Durrani Research Head: Dr. Antonia Potter Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 3/6475 Secret Valebrook Avenue, Morpeth, England. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6475 to remain at Site-12. Toys, games and books are to be provided suitable for children between the ages of 1 and 3 years old. As SCP-6475 does not require sustenance or produce any waste, only appropriate bedding is needed. SCP-6475 is allowed to exit the facility and play in Site-12's playground, upon request, for a maximum of 3 hours every day. Personnel assigned to monitor, study or care for SCP-6475 must have undergone the appropriate training with the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology and Department of Spectral Affairs. Personnel are allowed to physically interact and communicate with SCP-6475, so long as it's within the regulation of their training and considering SCP-6475's capabilities. Personnel are required to either wear ectographical eyewear or undergo TS-3031 when assigned to and interacting with SCP-6475. To help with monitoring, ectoplasm detectors and Zohar counters have been placed in the area. All data is transferred to the Department of Spectral Phenomena at Site-12. These procedures are awaiting updates following neutralization. SCP-6475 during their nap time. This photograph was taken using an ectographic camera. Description: SCP-6475 is a Class III-III-II spectral, humanoid anomaly resembling and identified as the late Charlie Massie. SCP-6475 is dressed in blue dungarees, yellow daps and a white and orange striped shirt. Despite being deceased, SCP-6475 continues to behave as if they were still alive. It is theorised that this is due to SCP-6475 being too immature to understand the concept of death or their current situation as a spectral anomaly. SCP-6475's intelligence is no different to that of a standard human toddler and is able to communicate with basic words and gestures. Unlike most spectral anomalies, SCP-6475 is capable of feeling exhausted and requires sleep, with their sleep cycle being no different to that of a standard human toddler. SCP-6475 cannot be perceived via traditional means and can only be seen through the use of ectographical techniques. However, SCP-6475 is still able to interact with tangible matter, with all matter interacted with remaining visible during and after SCP-6475 interacts with it. Discovery: SCP-6475 first came to the Foundation's attention when the Department of Spectral Phenomena enacted Project Signal-Man2. When Foundation personnel measured the surrounding area, numerous spikes in Akiva radiation3 were discovered, with one being in Morpeth, England. The Foundation were able to pinpoint the origin of the spike which eventually lead to the discovery of SCP-6475, which was located in a residence on Valebrook Avenue, belonging to Otto and Yasmin Massie. When the residence was searched by MTF Chi-14 ("Grave Robbers"), personnel discovered SCP-6475 locked in the house's attic, with SCP-6475 clutching a stuffed toy dog and being noticeably afraid and upset. Following a quick analysis, Chi-14 were able to easily remove SCP-6475 and managed to calm them down before sending them to Site-12. During an interview, both Otto and Yasmin showed signs of great distress and claimed that SCP-6475 was a hallucination which resulted from the grief they were feeling following the death of their son. Researchers were able to confirm Otto and Yasmin's son, Charlie Massie, died a week earlier after contracting bacterial meningitis. On the advice of the Ethics Committee, Otto and Yasmin were given Class B amnestics, allowing them to forget SCP-6475's existence and grieve in private. Since their discovery, due to their low impact on their surroundings and benign nature, SCP-6475 has been used by the Department of Spectral Phenomena and Department of Spectral Affairs as an example for introductory and training purposes. Addendum 6475.1: Manifestation Investigation At first, SCP-6475 showed great distress under the Foundation's care, making repeated claims to see their mother and father and to have access to "Woofie"4. Fortunately, with quick improvements in their containment procedures, access to "Woofie" and the introduction of trained containment specialists, SCP-6475 was able to trust Foundation personnel and reach a much happier state. With SCP-6475 now in a more stable state, the Department of Spectral Phenomena began investigating the possible origin of SCP-6475. This was due to the fact the Foundation had no spectral entities similar to SCP-6475 on record5. Psychotherapist Dr. Zachary Dafydd was able to conduct a psychological profile of SCP-6475 while phasmology and pneumatologist, Dr. Antonia Potter, and thaumaturgist, Agent Itsuki Zhao, investigated the possible origin of SCP-6475 manifestation. Below is the result of Dr. Potter and Agent Zhao's investigations: Investigation Results Conclusion Memetic anchoring No memetic hazards were found at the location or being produced by either SCP-6475, Otto or Yasmin Massie or from the remains of Charlie Massie. No infohazardous were found within any documentation regarding SCP-6475 existence or their previous state as Charlie Massie. SCP-6475 is not the result of a memetic or infohazardous anomaly. Temporary reality instability. Hume levels of the surrounding area (5 km radius) at the time never increased outside of 79 ± 0.7ξ, implying no reality instability within the timeframe. SCP-6475 is not the result of an ontokinetic anomaly. Psycho-assimilative influence. Charlie Massie showed no history of abuse or neglect and prior to contracting meningitis, was both physically healthy and was in a stable home environment. Otto and Yasmin's grief had no psychic influence on SCP-6475. SCP-6475 is not the result of a psionic anomaly. Thaumaturgical anchoring Outside of the standard thaumactivity expected in the area, no great source of thaumaturgical influence could be found. Analysis proved the last thaumic procedure enacted occurred 23 days before SCP-6475 manifestation and its results were unrelated. SCP-6475 is not the result of a thaumaturgical anomaly. Astral and Chthonic Barring Project Sightsee determined that no blockages were currently in place on any of the astral or chthonic planes and that SCP-6475 had the potential to utilise up to 7 methods of assentation. SCP-6475 is not subjected to astral or chthonic oppression. Below is Dr. Dafydd's psychological assessment: PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (PA-6475-01) SUBJECT: SCP-6475 LOCATION: Site-12, Dartmoor, England PSYCHOLOGICAL OFFICER Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology After extensive observation and testing, I can honestly say SCP-6475's behaviour and intelligence are no different to that of an ordinary toddler. They're not noticeably intelligent, their interests and capabilities are expected for someone their age and their emotional needs are as you'd expect. They play, they cry, they toddle around, they sleep. In other words, ignore the fact they're a ghost, SCP-6475 is a "perfectly normal child". I see no reason why they could be the reason they're like this. They can't even understand what death is, let alone what a ghost is. If you ask me, given everything Toni, Itsuki and I have discovered, the only possible reason why 6475 is what they are, is because someone up there is playing a very nasty joke. A joke I am not finding funny. As a result of these findings, further research into SCP-6475's origin was abandoned. Addendum 6475.2: Developments Under Foundation Care Whilst under Foundation care, the Department of Spectral Affairs began a study, with Ethics Committee approval, of SCP-6475's spectral capabilities and maturity. Below are the results of the studies: ▷ 6475's Spectral and Cognitive Development ▽ 6475's Spectral and Cognitive Development Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: After spending time with containment specialist, Theo Simmons, SCP-6475 learnt the numbers from 1 to 10 and the noises of various animals. Simmons received commendations for his efforts and skills with SCP-6475. Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: SCP-6475 began replicating their own containment procedures with "Woofie" and other soft toys and dolls. The replications were very accurate and concerns were raised regarding the blunt behaviour SCP-6475 was observing between the personnel. After approval from the Ethics Committee, these unsuitable behaviours were brought to the personnel's attention, who assured them they'd change their behaviour. Development Nature: Spectral Observation: During a game of hide and seek in Site-12's playground with containment specialist, Barry Wellington, SCP-6475 became intangible for approximately 5 seconds and phased through the climbing frame. Wellington was unable to stop himself from hitting the climbing frame wall and ended up with a mild nosebleed. Notes: SCP-6475 is capable of some form of temporary intangibility. - Dr. Potter Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: Dr. Dafydd subjected SCP-6475 to numerous psychological and behavioural tests. Despite worries from head researchers and the site manager, SCP-6475's development was within the expected results. Notes: It's crazy to think it, but the Foundation is actually doing a half-decent job of raising a kid. - Dr. Dafydd Development Nature: Cognitive Observation: SCP-6475 learnt the names of their containment specialists and researchers. It was also noted that SCP-6475 has started to refer to junior researcher, Hannah Hanks, by the title of "Mummy". As Hank's appearance is similar to Yasmin Massie's, this development wasn't a great surprise. To prevent too much attachment forming, SCP-6475 was gently dissuaded from referring to Hank as their mother. Hank's access to SCP-6475 was also limited until SCP-6475's dissuasion was completed. Addendum 6475.3: Incident 6475-Omega Below is an audio transcript taken from containment specialist, Siwan Caradog, during Incident 6475-Omega: ▷ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Audio) ▽ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Audio) Audio Transcript Containment Specialist: Siwan Caradog, Level 2 Containment Specialist Subject: SCP-6475 <BEGIN LOG> (Removed for brevity.) Caradog: - and to this day is known as the Isle of Man, while the great hole left behind became Lough Neagh, marked on the map on the Emerald Isle. Caradog: Did you enjoy that Charlie? (SCP-6475 hands Caradog a wooden block.) Caradog: Is this for me? To finish the tower? (Caradog places the block on top of the tower SCP-6475 built. After Caradog places the block, SCP-6475 push it over, delighted.) Caradog: (laughs) Oh, dear. It's all fallen down. SCP-6475: Outside! Outside! Caradog: OK, well go outside. But let's put the blocks away first. (Caradog and SCP-6475 pick up and pack away the blocks.) SCP-6475: (holding "Woofie") Outside! Shewy, outside! Caradog: Alright, let's go outside. (Caradog accompanies SCP-6475 to Site-12's playground. Upon arriving, SCP-6475 begins pointing excitedly at the swings) SCP-6475: 'wings. 'wings! Caradog: Come on then. (Caradog takes SCP-6475 to the swings and begins pushing them. For the next 10 minutes, Caradog entertains SCP-6475 on the swings whilst singing to them.) Caradog: Gee ceffyl bach yn cario ni'n dau, dros y mynydd i hela cnau, dŵr yn yr afon a'r cerrig yn slic, cwympo ni'n dau, wel dyna i chi dric!6 SCP-6475: (laughs) (After a further 5 minutes, SCP-6475 begins yawning, causing SCP-6475 to stop swinging them.) Caradog: I think it's beddy-byes for someone. SCP-6475: (yawns) Caradog: OK. Come on. Playtime over, Charlie. (Caradog removes SCP-6475 from the swings and begins walking them back to Site-12.) SCP-6475: Woofie. Caradog: Yes, you look after Woofie now. He's going to beddy-byes too. SCP-6475: Oot. Oot! Caradog: What's that Charlie? I don't - (Caradog stops walking and sniffs the air.) Caradog: Who's been smoking out here? Really! This is a place for kids, guys. You - (Caradog stop talking and notices Woofie on the floor of the playground.) Caradog: Charlie, you've dropped Woo - Caradog: Charlie? Caradog: (looks around) Charlie! (Caradog frantically searches the surrounding area.) Caradog: Charlie! <END LOG> "Woofie". Following SCP-6475's disappearance, a site-wide search began. Initially, it was speculated that SCP-6475 had developed the ability to translocate. However, analysis failed to detect any shifts in Akiva and Hume levels within the site. Analysis also failed to discover SCP-6475's ectoplasm signature anywhere on site. Caradog's statement was also met with confusion as despite vehemently confirming she smelt tobacco, history confirmed that nobody had used the playground as a smoking area since its construction. When the security footage of the playground was checked with ectographical techniques, footage depicted SCP-6475 noticing something nearby and running quickly towards it whilst Caradog looked away from them, putting "Woofie" down in the process. SCP-6475 accelerated and began to grow more translucent until completely disappearing at the end of the footage. It was also noted that SCP-6475 appeared to be picked up during the last few moments before disappearing and appeared to recognise what they were running towards. In order to obtain further information, Dr. Potter applied an experimental thaumaturgical, ectographical technique, which involved layering numerous parallel astral planes as the footage played. Below is a transcript of the footage of SCP-6475 movements during Incident 6475-Omega: ▷ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Footage) ▽ Incident Log 6475-Omega (Footage) Audio Transcript Containment Specialist: Siwan Caradog, Level 2 Containment Specialist Subject: SCP-6475 <BEGIN LOG> (Removed for brevity.) SCP-6475: Woofie. Caradog: Yes, you look after Woofie now. He's going to beddy-byes too. (Near the edge of the playground, a transparent silhouette of a humanoid man can be seen. The silhouette appears to be wearing dark formalwear. SCP-6475 recognises the silhouette and begins to call out to them.) SCP-6475: Oot. Oot! Caradog: What's that Charlie? I don't - (Caradog stops walking and sniffs the air. As Caradog looks around, both SCP-6475 and the silhouette movement accelerate. Note: the footage has been slowed down in order to depict events better.) (SCP-6475 walks towards the silhouette. However, they stop for a moment and hug "Woofie" before placing them neatly on the ground. SCP-6475 then continues to walk towards the silhouette. The silhouette picks up SCP-6475 and cradles them in their arms. SCP-6475 smiles and hugs the silhouette. Slowly, SCP-6475 and the silhouette begin to grow more and more translucent. As they vanish, the silhouette points at Caradog. SCP-6475 then waves to Caradog and Woofie.) SCP-6475: Bye-bye. (SCP-6475 and the silhouette demanifest.) Caradog: Who's been smoking out here? Really! This is a place for kids, guys. You - (Caradog stops talking and notices Woofie on the floor of the playground.) Caradog: Charlie, you've dropped Woo - Caradog: Charlie? <END LOG> Following this information, SCP-6475 was tentatively reclassified as neutralized. SCP-6475 neutralization had a profound impact on the morale of many of their containment specialists and researchers, with several personnel requesting time off. Most of these requests were granted. Siwan Caradog was impacted more than any other specialist and suffered from a nervous breakdown a few days later. Caradog was given two weeks of immediate leave in order to recover. Before her leave, Caradog requested to be subjected to Class C amnestics. This request was denied by order of Ethics Committee Liaison Elena Clarke: To: Siwan Caradog <noitadnuof.pcs|aracwis#noitadnuof.pcs|aracwis> From: Elena Clarke <noitadnuof.pcs|ekralCAAanele#noitadnuof.pcs|ekralCAAanele> Subject: SCP-6475 I'm so sorry, but I must deny your request to forget SCP-6475. Why? Our job is one filled with fear, misery and regret. It is rare in this industry, in this world, that we get to do something kind. Something rewarding. Something admirable. I believe that is what you and your fellow workers have done. You gave a innocent anomaly an few moments of joy and love. You should feel proud of this. What you are feeling now, isn't out of shame or self-loathing. It's out of grief. And that is good. Please don't try and forget this. You've done something kind. Never forget that. - Ethics Committee Liaison Elena Clarke "Woofie" was added to the Foundation's Remembrance Reliquary7 a week after SCP-6475's neutralization. Footnotes 1. A thaumic semioglyph which allows the inscribed to see spectral entities. Long-term wearers experience severer diplopia. 2. A project which was part of a larger study in investigating the rise in Spectral Entity formation in Europe in the late 20th/early 21st century. Project Signal-Man focused on activities based in the British Isles. 3. Physically quantifiable measurement of the prime thaumaturgical force. Whilst typically drawn to living entities, objects and areas of great divine or thaumaturgical importance, recent research has also found that some spectral entities or events are able to cause shifts in frequency too. 4. The stuffed toy dog SCP-6475 was discovered with. 5. Statistically, spectral entities exist because they are either motivated by something within the living world or some opposing force is maintaining them. - Director Regan 6. Gee Ceffyl Bach. A popular nursery rhyme sung in Wales. As Caradog was able to speak both English and Welsh, the Foundation encouraged her to speak in both languages to see if SCP-6475 was capable of learning new languages. 7. A shrine consisting of various non-anomalous objects and items of sentimentality relating to Foundation activity. The shrine was created with the intention of improving staff morale and to act as a reminder of the Foundation's humanity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6475" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6475. Licensed under CC-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: road.jpg Name: Snowy English street Author: Robert Hunter License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/42361085@N00/368525770 Filename: toddler.jpg Name: Sleeping Reese Author: Donnie Ray Jones License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/11946169@N00/14535761241 Filename: woofie.jpg Name: Little Author: Prem Sichanugrist License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/sikachu/4783052511/in/photostream/
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A group of anomalous oddballs try playing TTRPGs with probability-bending dice. Item #: SCP-6476 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6476 shall be stored in a standard secure locker within the Site-76 Low-Risk Inanimate Objects Warehouse. Every six months, researchers will organize a single session with D-class personnel to ascertain whether SCP-6476's anomalous traits have reactivated. For a full list of pre-approved variables, see Document 6476-003-01, "Testing Protocol for One-Shot Scenarios". MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") and webcrawler I/O-GASNIER1 will continue monitoring online storefronts and reviews for mentions of "magic", "special", and/or "enchanted" dice. Description: SCP-6476 is the collective designation for a series of six-sided dice created by Raul Nandes de Jesus (PoI-6476, "rollinboxcars") for a tabletop role-playing game (TTRPG) played by members of GoI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"). All instances of SCP-6476 were made with translucent green plastic, engraved with Arabic numerals, decorated with gold paint, and contain a weighted metallic core. Whereas mundane "loaded" dice favor specific outcomes during play, instances of SCP-6476 influenced local probability outside the game.2 When activated by a two-thirds majority vote, this effect (termed SCP-6476-A) increased the likelihood of arranging an online meeting between all participants every two weeks, while reducing interruptions and obligations that would otherwise disrupt the event. When used to advance TTRPG gameplay, instances of SCP-6476 induced an anomalous state of hyperphantasia,3 enhancing the user's capacity for visualizing descriptions of in-game setting, character and action. This effect (termed SCP-6476-B) was heavily stylized and consistently distinguishable from reality. As of 2019/03/16, all anomalous effects associated with SCP-6476 have ceased. Instance Anomaly Status PoI # Username Role SCP-6476-1 Unknown PoI-6476 rollinboxcars Game Master SCP-6476-2 Neutralized PoI-7331 alwaysbpositive "Leena", human bard SCP-6476-3 Unknown PoI-6660 meatgerm "Throndir", elf ranger SCP-6476-4 Contained PoI-9791 twilight_tone "Rose", halfling druid SCP-6476-5 Contained PoI-9102 WHEREISMYHOG "Puck", halfling thief SCP-6476-6 Contained PoI-7132 whistl_stahp "Helga", dwarf cleric Discovery: During standard sweeps of international mail, MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") identified an anomalous package sent from the mainland United States to a post office box in Moreno, Brazil. Securing the scene, MTF Alpha-4 seized two additional packages of contraband, all of which were marked "return to sender". Attempts at tracing PoI-6476 have failed, as all data on his postal registration documents is fabricated or incomplete.4 + Discovery Disclosure [LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH CLASSIFIED] - Discovery Disclosure [LEVEL 3 CONFIRMED] SCP-6476 was first identified by Project CLOWNFISH, a two-tiered inter-departmental taskforce comprised of Foundation staff demographically and/or culturally adjacent to GoI-5869. One such asset, Codename NEMO, agreed to participate in PoI-6476's game in hopes of assessing his anomalous abilities and further ingratiating themselves with the community. Operational protocol dictates that LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH assets remain anonymous to persons outside their local working group. For more information, see Document 5869-512-03, "Project CLOWNFISH Executive Summary". + Partial Experiment Log [LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH CLASSIFIED] - Partial Experiment Log [LEVEL 3/CLOWNFISH CONFIRMED] Testing Protocol: Seeking empirical evidence of SCP-6476-B's anomalous effects, NEMO's working group prepared a battery of tests for "Session 2", 2018/12/22. In all the experiments listed below, NEMO's activities were monitored using an electroencephalogram (EEG) and VERITAS Resonance Imaging (VRI). Subject: Control (NEMO narrating, SCP-6476-B inactive) Description: NEMO visualizes standing "in a field, in a stiff summer breeze", taking a bite from a "bright red" apple. They roll one standard polyhedral die (1d6) to represent throwing said apple at a target. Results: NEMO visualizes striking the target. EEG results baseline. VRI detects zero anomalous activity. Estimated VVS: 64/80. Comments: NEMO previously scored a 64/80 (above average) on their standard employee Visualization Vividness Scale (VVS) assessment. Subject: Session 2, Test 1 (PoI-6476 narrating, SCP-6476-B active) Description: The group interacts with patrons of a crowded bar. Music, food and drink are described in detail. Results: NEMO experiences strong visual, auditory, olfactory and gustatory responses. EEG confirms heightened activity in the parietal, temporal and visual areas. VRI detects EVE spike: ARAD 300-700 Caspers, sharp, orange, loose. Estimated VVS: 78/80. Comments: NEMO notes that they have never tasted real mead, and cannot attest to the accuracy of the experience. Subject: Session 2, Test 2 (PoI-6476 narrating, SCP-6476-B inactive) Description: The group engages in social intrigue. NEMO rolls a set of mundane dice and lies to PoI-6476 about the resulting outcome. Results: No effect. EEG and VRI detect zero anomalous activity. Estimated VVS: 67/80. Comments: Cheating during the game does not elicit a response from PoI-6476. Other participants continue play, suggesting that imagery generated by SCP-6476-B is specific to each individual participant. Subject: Session 2, Test 5 (PoI-6476 narrating, SCP-6476-B active) Description: The group engages in battle. NEMO's character tries to dodge enemy attacks. Results: Simulated motion is blurred and exaggerated. NEMO does not experience any vestibular disorientation or pain response, even when their character is struck in combat. EEG confirms heightened activity in the parietal, temporal and visual areas. VRI detects EVE spike: ARAD 500-800 Caspers, sharp, orange, loose. Estimated VVS: 74/80. Comments: SCP-6476 appears to have built-in countermeasures against loss of balance or psychosomatic injury as a result of play. Addenda: + Addendum 6476-1: Excerpts from GoI-5869 IRC logs, 2018/11/23 - Close Addendum 6476-1 rollinboxcars: hey, can I do a self-promo/LFG post in this channel? rollinboxcars: or is that against the rules bones: That is perfectly acceptable. twilight_tone: yeah, I've posted my commission info in here a few times. acuterobot: me too! rollinboxcars: sweet, ty rollinboxcars: short version: I'm starting another TTRPG campaign! We're gonna be playing Dungeon World! WHEREISMYHOG: what happened to your other game? rollinboxcars: it's sort of on pause for a bit rollinboxcars: bc scheduling across time zones is really, really hard. twilight_tone: Alas… the GM's curse. rollinboxcars: but that won't be a problem this time! rollinboxcars: We'll play with voice chat, 3-4 hours every two weeks. I've already got one player lined up and I'm hoping to find four more! meatgerm: iam that player. hello rollinboxcars: there's a $40 buy-in for special dice, but after that, it's all pay-what-you-want, no obligation. takesmasterschoice: lmao forty bucks for plastic rollinboxcars: enchanted plastic! meatgerm: we're mostly passing the same $20 around rollinboxcars: tbh, I'm better off selling normal artisan dice on Etsy rollinboxcars: but I really like GMing within our community, bc then I can challenge myself creatively! twilight_tone: Game literally recognizing game. meatgerm: yea th eheavy metal magic dice you made me are very cool meatgerm: every time I roll a crit success I hear a power chord steakshift: that is siiick twilight_tone: You know what? Sign me up. I've got some money left over from my last round of comms. rollinboxcars: awesome! welcome aboard. whistl_stahp: can I join if I don't know much about tabletop games? rollinboxcars: yes, 100%! newcomers are always welcome! whistl_stahp: I played the Sailor Moon RPG a long time ago but that's it. takesmasterschoice: the WHAT?! meatgerm: fwiw Dungeon World is pretty easy to pick up WHEREISMYHOG: can I invite someone from another chat? bones: New invites to this cluster of channels must be approved by myself and the local administrator, steakshift. whistl_stahp: one of my friends had a copy. takesmasterschoice: cringe steakshift: who do you have in mind WHEREISMYHOG WHEREISMYHOG: I think you know alwaysbpositive ? steakshift: oh yeah she's cool bones: I am also acquainted with alwaysbpositive. Your request is approved. rollinboxcars: awesome! takesmasterschoice: no she suuuuuucks lol steakshift: wow learn to stfu bones kicked takesmasterschoice. rollinboxcars: I'll start sending out PMs with channel invites and payment info. bones: Please remember to use proxies, remailing services and/or post office boxes instead of sharing contact information directly. rollinboxcars: don't worry, I've got a separate Ko-Fi account for this. We should be good! steakshift: want help with deliveries? rollinboxcars: definitely! + Addendum 6476-2: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 1", 2018/12/08 - Close Addendum 6476-2 rollinboxcars: 30 minutes to game time, @everyone ! alwaysbpositive: rawr!! XD im here! thanks for the invite, RB! WHEREISMYHOG: yeah thanks for having us alwaysbpositive: it's been a rlly rlly long time since I played anything like this and I'm soooo excited @w@ whistl_stahp: yeah, same! whistl_stahp: kinda anxious tbh, but mostly excited. rollinboxcars: haha well you're not alone! I always get some pregame jitters meatgerm: dontw orry it's all good. boxcars best gm twilight_tone: One question before we get started. twilight_tone: Are these dice actually fair? Because they're kinda heavy. rollinboxcars: they're totally fair! sharp edges and everything! rollinboxcars: you only need to roll once to activate the gimmick, so if you don't like how they feel in-game, you can just use standard dice, or an app. Whatever works for you! twilight_tone: Cool. Ready whenever you are. rollinboxcars started a call that lasted four hours. whistl_stahp: well that was whistl_stahp: incredible. meatgerm: right??? toldyou meatgerm: boxcars best gm WHEREISMYHOG: that was a really strong start alwaysbpositive: YEAH!!! rollinboxcars: I'm glad you had fun! whistl_stahp: @alwaysbpositive you have a beautiful singing voice alwaysbpositive: ;;O;; thank youuu! meatgerm: yea you could join my band irl alwaysbpositive: haha no no I couldn't!! I don't get out much alwaysbpositive: very sweet of you to say tho rollinboxcars: so, how does everyone feel about their characters? anything you want to change about the setting? alwaysbpositive: um, there is one thing alwaysbpositive: can we try to avoid stereotyping the undead? alwaysbpositive: not every less-living person is a literal monster. rollinboxcars: yeah, sure! I'll keep that in mind going forward. rollinboxcars: is that gonna be a problem for our cleric? whistl_stahp: of course not! whistl_stahp: this is a diverse community and I want to respect everyone's needs. twilight_tone: No arguments from me meatgerm: same alwaysbpositive: awww thank you everybody ;;w;; appreciate it WHEREISMYHOG: meant to ask, is it better to say you're a hemovore, or that you have hemovorism? alwaysbpositive: I'm a vampire. It's okay to say vampire. WHEREISMYHOG: okay cuz I thought that might be a slur meatgerm: ohh lol I get oyu rusername now meatgerm: thats good alwaysbpositive: hehe thankee + Addendum 6476-3: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 6", 2019/02/16 - Close Addendum 6476-3 whistl_stahp: things have been really quiet at work alwaysbpositive: is that bad? whistl_stahp: not "bad", just. weird. whistl_stahp: like, I keep expecting to pull a weekend shift, but it hasn't happened. WHEREISMYHOG: wow they make you work weekends in paratech? whistl_stahp: only when we're crunching WHEREISMYHOG: sounds like you need a union. meatgerm: dontyou work on your dads farm WHEREISMYHOG: and?? WHEREISMYHOG: its called solidarity you cretin rollinboxcars started a call that lasted four hours. meatgerm: lol holy shit TT meatgerm: making those big moves tonight whistl_stahp: I canNOT believe you jumped those guards! twilight_tone: You guys were arguing. whistl_stahp: we were working out a plan! twilight_tone: Yeah, you were gonna keep arguing. I kept the scene moving and that is almost always better. WHEREISMYHOG: she's not wrong imo whistl_stahp: she trampled a prince! alwaysbpositive: rofl yeah that was epic XD whistl_stahp: christ, what a mess. twilight_tone: You're welcome. twilight_tone: Anyway I gotta go. Until next time everyone! alwaysbpositive: wait wait wait I have big news alwaysbpositive: I'm going on a road trip next week! WHEREISMYHOG: whoa! you're leaving Eventide?5 alwaysbpositive: yeah!! XD first time in yeaaars!! whistl_stahp: oh, that's exciting! I hope you have a good time. alwaysbpositive: super exciting! but scary!! rollinboxcars: should we put the game on pause while you're away? whistl_stahp: I'd be fine with taking a break. meatgerm: I'm good with w/e alwaysbpositive: no no you should just keep going! I can catch up rollinboxcars: what do you think @twilight_tone? meatgerm: she already logged off rollinboxcars: oh okay I'll send her a DM whistl_stahp: is she even on Discord between games? rollinboxcars: no worries, I'll message her on IRC too. + Addendum 6476-4: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 7", 2019/03/02 - Close Addendum 6476-4 rollinboxcars: ten minutes to game time, @everyone! Hope you're doing well. WHEREISMYHOG: I'm good! got proper snacks this time. meatgerm: im sorta bummed ou tbh twilight_tone: Aw. What's wrong? meatgerm: my band had a gig lined up and it got cancelled meatgerm: wasn't gonna pay much but still whistl_stahp: what sort of music does your band play? meatgerm: we do folk covers of heavy metal whistl_stahp: you're joking. meatgerm: nope not everyone likes the deep bass and screamin meatgerm: wewere gonna play a retirement home this weekend but it fell through alwaysbpositive started a call that lasted less than a minute. whistl_stahp: wait, I thought abp was on the road? WHEREISMYHOG: she is alwaysbpositive: I am alwaysbpositive: I buttdialed you somehow alwaysbpositive: idek how I have service down here! XD whistl_stahp: lucky I guess twilight_tone: Do you want to join us? alwaysbpositive: no sorry I have an appointment and I rlly can't miss it alwaysbpositive: you have fun tho!!! rollinboxcars started a call that lasted nineteen minutes. twilight_tone: I'm gonna be on and off mic. Eating dinner twilight_tone: Wait who is that in the background? WHEREISMYHOG: I think that's one of DOreen's friends whistl_stahp: @alwaysbpositive you're still in the call! alwaysbpositive: dangit >_< sorry alwaysbpositive: hey @everyone? something weird just happened alwaysbpositive: one of the ppl I'm travelling with just said "you forgot thijs back home, I packed it for you" alwaysbpositive: and handed me my freaking DICE meatgerm: wow ok meatgerm: mandatory fun rollinboxcars: uhhh shit. this might be a problem with the exploit rollinboxcars: you're still considered a player so our schedules are trying to line up WHEREISMYHOG: lmao Raul alwaysbpositive: I don't understand. I said you should keep playing without me. rollinboxcars: yeah but you're still part of the group, and the majority voted to continue. whistl_stahp: can she just loan the d6 to someone else? whistl_stahp: I have a friend who could take over for a session or two. rollinboxcars: no, she paid for the seat, she's owed the whole ride. rollinboxcars: hmmm rollinboxcars: maybe we can just write you out for a bit? twilight_tone: Exit Leena, pursued by a bear. rollinboxcars: we could kill your bard and have Helga cast Resurrection whenever you're available again alwaysbpositive: exCUSE me?? WHEREISMYHOG: dude whistl_stahp: facepalms alwaysbpositive: that is REALLY insensitive! alwaysbpositive: it's NOT okay to assume that every vampire can just bounce back from death alwaysbpositive: like it doesn't MATTER when people kill us twilight_tone: Yikes. rollinboxcars: omg no that's not what I meant! rollinboxcars: I was talking about your character whistl_stahp: but you can see why she might find it hurtful, right? rollinboxcars: yeah absolutely. I apologize. I didn't mean to offend. whistl_stahp: Okay, let's just take a step back. whistl_stahp: boxcars, if we keep playing, is it going to mess up abp's appointment? rollinboxcars: I'm really not sure. alwaysbpositive: oh GREAT! awesomesauce whistl_stahp: in that case, we should probably call it for tonight. WHEREISMYHOG: seconded twilight_tone: Yeah agreed. meatgerm: what about the cliffhanger? rollinboxcars: hopefully we'll get to it next time. I'm really sorry for the mix-up, everyone. alwaysbpositive: I can't make it next time either >:((( rollinboxcars: okay. I'm gonna try to fix the probability exploit from my end, so it doesn't affect the whole group. whistl_stahp: you can do that? rollinboxcars: Yes! WHEREISMYHOG: uhh dude what about the backlash WHEREISMYHOG: like affects like, and part affects the whole, but that doesn't mean it's free WHEREISMYHOG: ESPECIALLY when youre cheating lady luck rollinboxcars: it's fine! exploits don't have backlash. WHEREISMYHOG: lmao okay whistl_stahp: you're sure? rollinboxcars: yeah, pretty sure. WHEREISMYHOG: guess these dice have a subtle aura6 for no reason at all then + Addendum 6476-5: Excerpts from GoI-5869 Discord logs, "Session 8", 2019/03/16 - Close Addendum 6476-5 WHEREISMYHOG: ughhh daylight savings is kicking my ass rn whistl_stahp: yeah same. I nearly poured cream in my cereal this morning twilight_tone: The Forbidden Breakfast. WHEREISMYHOG: it's also calving season here on the farm WHEREISMYHOG: so idk how much sleep I'm gonna get this weekend :) rollinboxcars: tbh I'm not sure what you're talking about. WHEREISMYHOG: calving is when cows have babies whistl_stahp: you mean Daylight Savings Time? whistl_stahp: spring forward, fall back? rollinboxcars: we don't do that in my part of Brazil twilight_tone: God, I wish that were me. rollinboxcars: so all of you just fell back? WHEREISMYHOG: no??? twilight_tone: We just set our clocks forward one hour. whistl_stahp: it's spring in the northern hemisphere. rollinboxcars: oh. alwaysbpositive: hey @rollinboxcars! Guess who just woke up!! rollinboxcars: shit. whistl_stahp: is it dark out, wherever you are? alwaysbpositive: NO!!! it's DUSK! alwaysbpositive: I haven't risen before sunset since I got TURNED! alwaysbpositive: I just opened the blinds without thinking and BOOM! alwaysbpositive: REAL DAYLIGHT rollinboxcars: shit shit shit I'm sorry whistl_stahp: you're okay, right? alwaysbpositive: NO I AM NOT OKAY! I could have DIED! alwaysbpositive: all because THESE STUPID DICE WOKE ME UP rollinboxcars: I really thought I fixed them alwaysbpositive: fuck your GAME, fuck your DICE, and FUCK YOU. alwaysbpositive started a video call that lasted less than thirty seconds.7 rollinboxcars: lo;p.i]'[p} meatgerm: harsh. twilight_tone: Wow WHEREISMYHOG: wasted twilight_tone: I don't think I've ever seen you keysmash before. rollinboxcars: toot bokoo twilight_tone: Sorry, what? rollinboxcars: toh borke WHEREISMYHOG: wat twilight_tone: ?? whistl_stahp: "tooth broke"? rollinboxcars: ^^^ twilight_tone: Oh, YIKES. whistl_stahp: well. WHEREISMYHOG: lmao bro I warned you whistl_stahp: I think it's safe to say we're done. WHEREISMYHOG: warned you bout that backlash meatgerm: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER?? You are viewing an outdated version of this page. Update? Showing latest revision (2019/03/23). rollinboxcars: hey @everyone. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened last week WHEREISMYHOG: lmao yeah you better be rollinboxcars: I assumed the group exploit would solve everything. I didn't know you guys had a time change coming up, and I didn't realize that could be so dangerous rollinboxcars: @alwaysbpositive, I apologize for putting you at risk. like whistl said in the first session, this is supposed to be a safe space, and I fucked it up. WHEREISMYHOG: understatement meatgerm: yeah itsa bummer twilight_tone: Incidentally, these dice appear to be broken. WHEREISMYHOG: yeah aura's all gone rollinboxcars: shit, that figures. rollinboxcars: just send those to my PO box in Moreno and I'll hook you up with replacements, free of charge. Least I can do for your trouble. rollinboxcars: I'm sorry everybody. I really thought we had it this time. whistl_stahp: thank you for being straight with us. alwaysbpositive: yeah <3 thank you, Raul. apology accepted rollinboxcars: you're welcome alwaysbpositive: … how's ur mouth? ; _ ; rollinboxcars: better! got a root canal yesterday. still hurts though. alwaysbpositive: oh noooes! D: I'm sowwy alwaysbpositive: offers huggs whistl_stahp: I'm glad we could talk this out a bit. meatgerm: so uhhh not tobe That Guy meatgerm: but what about that CLIFFHANGER twilight_tone: Yeah, I did trample some royalty in our last game. whistl_stahp: trampled the bejeezus out of that guy. rollinboxcars: wait whistl_stahp: trampled him into a diplomatic crisis rollinboxcars: you want to keep playing? meatgerm: YES whistl_stahp: Yeah, I'd love to! twilight_tone: Same. WHEREISMYHOG: if Doreen's cool with it then sure alwaysbpositive: well DUH! alwaysbpositive: I told you I'd be available once I got back! :3 meatgerm: yesss!! lets play to fnid out waht happens rollinboxcars: well, in that case, we'll keep on rolling! whistl_stahp: I just have one request. rollinboxcars: name it. whistl_stahp: no more loaded dice. Footnotes 1. An automated agent designed to search public Internet and "dark web" content for keywords associated with GoI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"). 2. Specifically, within 2-7 days of each planned event. 3. Vivid mental imagery, comprised of all baseline human senses. 4. Raul Nandes de Jesus is described as "male", "3d6+10" years old, with "joyous" eyes. The address field reads, "choose one". 5. Eventide, Oregon (Nx-51) is an anomalous region characterized by perpetual darkness and rainfall. 6. Likely a visual interpretation of aspect radiation associated with Elan-Vital Energy (EVE). 7. Video depicted rapid movement through a small apartment with blacked-out windows. The camera operator threw SCP-6476-2 onto a kitchen counter, then struck it with a meat tenderizer, destroying it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6476" by Tsercele, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6476. Licensed under CC-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-6477
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by stormbreath Item Number: SCP-6477 Special Containment Procedures: After the successful implementation of Containment Strategy 6477-7, the only current containment procedure necessary for the containment of SCP-6477 is the maintenance of Area-6477, located on the grounds of Site-11. All tombstones in Area-6477 are to be routinely cleaned, and the surrounding area is to be kept clear of debris. The Department of Analytics is to monitor world media sources for stories concerning the disappearance of bodies.1 If an instance of SCP-6477 gains notable notoriety, a suitable cover story is to be created. ◆ Containment Strategy 6477-7 Summary ◇ Strategy successfully implemented as of 06/01/2016. No further action necessary. Containment Strategy 6477-7: Author: Researcher Taylor Hunt The bodies of individuals who have died without having been buried are to be interred at a new burial ground, henceforth referred to as Area-6477. This explicit purpose of this burial ground is to be for the burial of individuals who would not otherwise be buried. Once the burial ground has reached sufficient burials as to be defined as a space for the burial of individuals who would not otherwise be buried, MTF Theta-Thirteen ("Bring Out Your Dead") is to locate instances of SCP-6477, recover the bodies and reinter them at Area-6477. This process must be completed within 24 hours of removal from the grave, to ensure that a Creon Event does not occur. The same process is to be simultaneously performed for cremated ashes, interring such remains at a mausoleum built on the grounds of Area-6477. The burial ground and mausoleum of Area-6477 are to be monitored for the presence of new SCP-6477 instances. If new burials are noted as occurring within Area-6477 and confirmed as SCP-6477 activity, this Containment Strategy will have been successful. Description: SCP-6477 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting human corpses (designated SCP-6477-1) that would otherwise not undergo any form of burial or interment. SCP-6477 is associated with three kinds of anomalous activity, which are designated as Antigone Events, Creon Events, and Pharaoh Events. A description of each follows: Antigone Events: Twenty four hours after death, an SCP-6477-1 instance will disappear. Simultaneously, a new interment location appropriate for the SCP-6477-1 instance will manifest, with the SCP-6477-1 inside. The nature of this interment varies between instances of SCP-6477-1, but tends to be a form of interment appropriate for the presumed culture and beliefs of SCP-6477-1 in life. For instance, SCP-6477-1 instances who were strongly opposed to burial will instead be cremated. SCP-6477-1 instances tend to be interred in locations that are appropriate for the individual in question. These have included familial burial plots, locations the individual had expressed interest in while alive or cemeteries containing acquaintances of the individual.2 These events are typically accompanied by an epitaph, that describes the SCP-6477-1 instance in question. Creon Events: When an SCP-6477-1 instance which has previously undergone an Antigone Event is removed from the location where it was interred, a Creon Event may occur twenty-four hours later. In a Creon Event, the SCP-6477-1 instance will disappear, and be reinterred at the location in which it was previously interred. The existing location will undergo anomalous modifications that form obstructions that prevent future attempts at retrieving the SCP-6477-1 instance in question. These modifications have varied in form, but have included the spontaneous appearance of rocky matter and vegetation around an SCP-6477-1 instance, or increased security measures on a building containing SCP-6477-1. Creon Events occur selectively based on the nature and reason behind an SCP-6477-1 instance being removed. If an SCP-6477-1 instance is being removed so that it can be reinterred at a new appropriate location, no Creon Event will occur. Pharaoh Events: Immediately following a Creon Event, a Pharaoh Event will occur targeting any individuals involved in the removal of the SCP-6477-1 instance from the SCP-6477 designated burial place. All targeted individuals will suffer immediate cessation of heart function. History: Prior to 2016 and the implementation of Containment Strategy 6477-7, SCP-6477 was classified as a Keter class anomaly due to the ubiquity of Antigone Events and their inability to be impeded. Due to the moral complications of the heavy amnestic usage that prior iterations of the SCP-6477 containment profile required, the Ethics Committee began to look into alternative containment methodology. Researcher Taylor Hunt submitted Containment Strategy 6477-7 in response to this search, putting forth an alternative containment profile that would direct SCP-6477's attention to a specific area, and then encourage it to bury more bodies there. This was successfully implemented. Addendum: SCP-6477 Epitaph Examples Francisco Penha 1945 - 1999 You never had enough money to travel to Paris. I hope being buried there can make up for it. Jìng Hu 2001-2005 I am sorry that you never got to see the tropics. Your future was bright. Gertrude Beamore 1901 - 2008 To outlive your friends and family is as much a curse as it is a blessing. May you be with your children again. Megan Walker 1963 - 2016 You'd like it here. It's nice and peaceful, just what you wanted. A good place for everyone I take care of. Taylor Hunt 1982 - 2018 You were taken too soon. Thank you for helping me. I couldn't have done it without you. Footnotes 1. The Department of Analytics already monitors for these occurrences, however, due to the nature of the bodies interred by SCP-6477, it is unlikely any will receive media attention. 2. UPDATE 06/01/16: Outdated. All Antigone events since 06/01/2016 have interred SCP-6477-1 at Area-6477. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6477" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6477. Licensed under CC-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-6478
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ITEM NUMBER: SCP-6478 LEVEL 4/6478 CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL RESTRICTED SCP-6478-1 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6478 incidents are to be catalogued and stored on-file for archival purposes. If a subject is found in possession of SCP-6478-1, personnel are to attempt to coerce them into ingesting it. Unused SCP-6478-1 instances are to be confiscated by the Pharmaceutical Department for analysis. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6478 is a phenomenon that primarily affects individuals suffering from recurrent and consistent derealization and depersonalization.1 An SCP-6478 event typically occurs as follows with little deviation: Subject becomes cognizant after a period of missing time. This can be due to either unconsciousness, memory lapse, or dissociative episode. Subject interacts with their environment as is typical. Subject finds a written note left behind in a place they encounter highly often (i.e. bathroom mirror, bedside table, bedroom door). There is a small medicinal tablet attached to the note. The tablet (hereafter referred to as SCP-6478-1) appears identical to cyclobenzaprine hydrochloride. Subject either will or will not ingest SCP-6478-1. The results and side effects of ingesting SCP-6478-1 are inconclusive. ADDENDUM 6478.1: Abridged List of Subjects Mary Sewell Age 78 Briefing On 17 May 2019, Sewell was in her kitchenette preparing a cake for a grandson's birthday when she experienced a dissociative episode. While she recalled her perceptions clearly and succinctly, she was unable to explain a gap in her memory in which she regained cognition as she was sitting on the side of her bed. A note was placed on her bedside table with SCP-6478-1 taped to it. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Positive Noted Effects Sewell recalled that someone was standing in her living room. She could not elaborate further. Note Contents "You forgot something. It is best that it stays that way." Samira Mahdi Age 36 Briefing Mahdi has experienced repetitive derealization episodes for extended periods of time. During one episode on 22 March 2007, Mahdi was staring at herself in the bathroom mirror before walking to her personal computer in order to complete an assignment for work. Mahdi stated that when she sat in her office chair, it felt as if it were made of "grasping hands" that were attempting to hold her in place or "drag [her] under." Mahdi discovered a note and SCP-6478-1 instance inside her bathroom mirror's medicine cabinet. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Negative Noted Effects Mahdi stated that her house was "a home no longer." Attempts to explain led to the subject becoming increasingly agitated and distressed. Note Contents "Deep breaths." Flynn Arden Age 17 Briefing Due to Arden's social and home life, their mental health was strained and not given proper attention. This resulted in recurring, near-constant dissociative episodes that would range from multiple hours to multiple days at a time. Arden returned from school on 19 May 2022 and found a note and SCP-6478-1 taped to the front door of their residence. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Positive Noted Effects Arden stated that while they still experience dissociative episodes, the episodes are less severe and are missing an "edge" that they used to contain. Note Contents "To ground you." Dr. Cohen Bron Age 45 Briefing On 11 June 2021, Dr. Bron was seated at his desk reviewing research findings from his department when he experienced a sudden four-hour period of missing time. Dr. Bron immediately reported this to his Site supervisor and was quickly taken to the infirmary for various medical diagnostics. A nurse discovered a note and an SCP-6478-1 instance in Dr. Bron's coat pocket. Ingestion of SCP-6478-1 Negative Noted Effects Approx. two hours after being admitted into Site-82's infirmary, Dr. Bron entered a catatonic state before fully regressing into a coma. Scans revealed a severe drop in the frequency of electrical signals throughout the entire cerebral cortex, the thalamus, and brainstem. It is currently unknown if Dr. Bron's consciousness is intact or if he is able to dream. Note Contents "Please, understand. - Jane Goe, Unreality Dept." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6478" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6478. Licensed under CC-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: yellowpill.jpg Author: Quicksilvers License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Footnotes 1. Depersonalization and derealization are defined by an individual not feeling in touch with their surrounding environment, usually to such an extent as to where their surroundings do not feel tangible or real. It is also signified through an emotional detachment to the self and environment through an almost dreamlike dissociation.
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SCP-6479
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From: Containment Management Director Kirk Subject: SCP-6479 Revisions - Needed by Monday Here's access to the old document and the recent incident report. Thanks for taking a look at this again, I didn't want to be bothering you but you know how it works, I need a peer review on all of this before I can finish my revisions. Now the team who recorded this did try their best to keep this watchable and all but the video does get pretty graphic at times, just a heads up. Item #: SCP-6479 Special Containment Procedures Pending Update Special Containment Procedures: Due to the non-hazardous nature of SCP-6479, difficulty in conventionally containing it to any further degree, and that all staff operating within Site-26 became aware of SCP-6479’s existence during its original manifestation, SCP-6479 is permitted to roam the low-risk sectors of Site-26 freely. All staff should be made aware of SCP-6479's anomalous properties, and all security checkpoints should ensure SCP-6479 is not present before permitting personnel to pass. Description: SCP-6479 is an animate two-dimensional silhouette, resembling the reverse projection of a large canine (most closely resembling a wolf), which first manifested in Site-26 shortly after its construction in 1952. SCP-6479 is not affected by incoming light, despite it resembling a shadow. SCP-6479 is sentient, actively aware of its surroundings, and capable of linearly changing the surface it appears on, as well as its shape and size, in accordance with outside stimuli. SCP-6479 is typically extremely evasive, generally avoiding human contact. When in unavoidable human contact, SCP-6479 will adopt a larger size and heavily exaggerated proportions (e.g. jaws, fangs, eyes). Such behaviour is likely intended to induce a fear response. Due to its evasive behaviour, previous attempts at studying SCP-6479 have failed. No further attempts should be made out of concern for causing excess stress for the entity. It has been noted that SCP-6479 is most active in the lower maintenance levels of Site-26, though the reason for this behaviour is not known. Addendum: During the construction of Site-26, a stone monument dated to the 1600s baring intricate carvings of wolves along with an inscription in Irish Gaelic was discovered on-site. Initial attempts at a translation of the inscription yielded little due to the lack of appropriate scholars and the condition of the artifact making the inscription difficult to read. After the discovery of SCP-6479 and the possibility of a connection, there has been renewed interest in the artifact (see Exhibit-6479-A). Subsequent investigation into local archives has yielded only one source that mentions wolves (see Exhibit-6479-B). Exhibit-6479-A - Translation Revision 5 Date: 30/10/52 Sasanaigh… [Uninteligable due to erosion] You come here from lands afar. You treat this land, here, as your own. You… [Untranslated] the people from their… [Untranslated] You… [Untranslated] the animals from theirs. You fear not the majesty of nature. For with your gunpowder, with your fire. You… [Untranslated] even the wolves as if livestock, naught but game. You slaughter them with unique fear, unique hate, unique spite. You leave not one lone wolf standing, [untranslated] deeper and deeper into the woodland's shade. Be it [Untranslated] to you however that you… [Untranslated] shadows. For even the most cowardly or outmatched… [Untranslated] You have… [Untranslated] them from the light, take victory. You will not… [Untranslated] them from the dark. Exhibit-6479-B 'Tales For The Burdened Mother' (1734). "When the moon strikes high, and the clouds loom low. Eyes start to pry, and shadows grow against the snow. Onto the window, ratta tat tat. Branches of a tree? Fangs, in fact. Crawling along the floor, with the cold draft. So you'd best keep your covers drawn, Or you just might find yourself in the Faoladh's maw." Correspondence with locals suggests that Exhibit-6479-B is still relatively prominent in oral tradition. + Incident Log 26-6479: - Close Incident Log 26-6479: Date: ██/██/87 Following the removal of all but one anomalous item from Site-26 during decommissioning procedures, Site-26 was unexpectedly disconnected from the power grid under deliberate sabotage by an unknown party. Site-26 did not start its emergency generator, prompting attempts at contacting the Site. After 3 hours of no response, emergency response teams arrived at the Site to find that a manual lockdown had been initiated. Universal Task Force-22, being the closest available team to deal with such an incident, was called in to investigate. Incident Investigation Report + Video Log 4 hours after the beginning of the incident (17:45 GMT), UT-22 arrived and assembled at the Southern Entrance to Site-26. The team was composed of 6 members: UT-Coyote: 32, Male, Designated as team leader. Equipped with a secondary night vision recording device as well as the standard issue loadout. UT-Collie: 26, Male, Designated as a communications operator. Equipped with a primary night vision live feed device and the team's communications equipment as well as a standard issue loadout. UT-Fox: 23, Female, Designated as fire support. Equipped with a standard issue loadout. UT-Ocelot: 26, Male, Designated Specialist. Equipped with mission-specific equipment as well as a standard issue loadout. UT-Wolf: 52, Male, Designated as fire support. Equipped with a standard issue loadout. UT-Fallow: 24, Male, Designated as fire Support. Equipped with a standard issue loadout. Video and Audio Transcription: [After setting up their equipment at the entrance to Site-26, three members of the task force were sent down the elevator shaft via pulley system. UT-Collie activates his live feed body camera.] Fox: "Ugh, why do we always have to go in head first? I fucking swear Kincade never gets a crumb of dirt on his boots." Ocelot: "Yeah but you never bring that up to him face to face do you?" Fox: "Well- I-" Collie: "Two more feet!" Fox: "Point is that I don't want to compromise mission effectiveness with an argument." Ocelot: "Oh right, yeah. 'mission effectiveness.'" [All three members of the team reach the bottom of the elevator shaft and are standing on the ceiling of the elevator car. Collie and Ocelot begin to pry open the emergency hatch on the top of the car, upon doing so, Collie recoils.] Collie: "Agh, what is that god-awful smell?" Fox: "Alright, masks on ladies." [Fox and Ocelot proceed to fit their gas masks and jump down into the interior of the elevator car while Collie waits for the rest of the team to finish their descent. Upon the rest of the team reaching the car, Ocelot and Fox begin to pry open the elevator doors.] Fallow: "That fuckin' smell, Jesus." Collie: "I know right?" [The rest of the team begins to fit their masks.] Coyote: "Collie, you know it's your job to tell us about these things before we jump headfirst into them, right?" Fox: "Yeah right, 'headfirst'. No mention of the royal red carpet." Coyote: "You aren't exactly royal quality, Fox." Coyote: "Anyway, everyone's night vision working?" Collie: "Affirmative." Fallow: "Yep." Ocelot: "Yes, sir." Fox: "Could I have opened that door otherwise?" Wolf: "Mhm." [The team proceeds, entering the entrance hall, approaching he front gate.] Ocelot: "It's completely sealed, notify Control I'm gonna have to cut it open." Collie: "Copy that." [The team requests to use a heavy-duty blow torch to cut through the front gate. Control accepts the request and Ocelot begins to cut through the metal.] Ocelot: "Might wanna take a few more steps back, this'll have a bit more umpf than-" [The rest of the team begin to cover their eyes while backing away from Ocelot.] Fox: "Jesus, no fucking kidding!" Coyote: "Some prior warning would've been nice." Fallow: "Yeah, jeez, might need glasses after that. Gunnin' for me to look like Velma Dinkley?" Ocelot: "Hey uh-" Fox: "Yeah, be more considerate next time Oce'." Fallow: "You're the one always going on about being polite." Ocelot: "Guys- I really-" Fox: "C'mon don't interrupt the man!" Fallow: "You're so rude, always going on about not talking too much, and now you-" [Wolf thrusts Fallow and Fox aside as he moves toward the door, utilizing a crowbar to leverage the cut-out section of the gate to fall through to the other side.] Coyote: "Wolf has a point, you two chit-chat too much. We have a job to do." Fox: "Aye aye, cap'n." [The team begins to vault through the sizable gap now present in the front gate, entering the Southern Entrance Checkpoint. Fox enters first and begins to walk toward the security booth after noticing that the door had been completely ripped off. The rest of the team gather around Coyote who is standing close to the front gate, seemingly none of them notice the condition of the door.] Coyote: "Alright, Command says this is where the manual lockdown was initiated, look around to-" Fox: "Hey uh- hey uhm-" Coyote: "Zip it, Fox, that's an order. Now, Wolf-Fallow, you two move ahead and secure the-" Fox: "Oh just get in here… please." Coyote: "Why would you-" [Coyote, Collie, and Ocelot make their way into the security booth, now noticing the state of the door. Fox is leaning on the wall purposefully viewing away from the desk; clinging to the manual lockdown lever is a crudely severed hand. Collie goes to point the camera to something on the floor but is stopped by Coyote who redirects it upwards.] Collie: "Control, this is UT-Collie, we have a confirmed casualty, please advise." [Control contacts the team, advising them to follow protocol Amber U-R-S.] Collie: "Copy that. Amber U-R-S." Fox: "I think I stepped in… fuck - I'm sorry - I just… wasn't ready to-" Coyote: "Wolf, get her out of here." [Wolf enters the room and gently grabs Fox by the arm, escorting her out of the room.] Coyote: "Is everybody else able to handle some blood?" [Collie and Ocelot both turn to Coyote and nod.] Coyote: "'Right then, good. Wolf - once Fox is calmed down, take her and Fallow to search through to the next wing. Ocelot, can you access the system here?" [Ocelot approaches the desk and begins to inspect the equipment.] Coyote: "Collie, ask Command if they have any fuckin’ idea what did this." [Collie contacts Control, and Control responds informing the team that they are not aware of anything capable of inflicting the observed damage still within the Site; advising further caution.] Coyote: "Noted. Oce’ - any luck with accessing the system?" Ocelot: "Normally I'd be able to from here but the power's completely drained, looks like the manual lockdown took the last of the reserve." Coyote: "Collie, ask Command if we can get power back on any time soon." Collie: "Control, requesting the status of power to the facility." [Control responds, informing the team that the Site isn't connected to any sufficient infrastructure to supply exterior power due to the power lines having been cut by an unknown party, and that they'll have to restart the Site's generator manually.] Coyote: "Wolf, Fallow, you two get that?" Fallow: "Reading you loud and clear." [Coyote raises his voice and leans out of the security booth door.] Coyote: "How's the hall lookin'?" Fallow: "It's clear, but the next room isn't. Door's wide open, can see right down into it." Coyote: "Nothing bitey?" Fallow: "Not unless we're suddenly in a Romero flick." Coyote: "Copy that, we'll pack up here." [Coyote, Ocelot, and Collie make their way into the hallway where Fallow and Wolf are standing guard. Fox is leaning on the wall of the hallway. Coyote signals for the group to head further into the facility.] [Wolf approaches Fox and puts his hand on her shoulder.] Wolf: "You think you can manage? You're not usually like this." Fox: "Yeah, it's all good. I just wasn't expecting something… like that… y'know? This was supposed to be a get the kitten from the tree type'a deal. I-uh… I don't… I honestly thought that smell was just a gas leak or something. Spooked me is all." Wolf: "It's understandable. Just watch my six until you feel better." Fox: "Mhm." [The team enters the next room, the door has been bashed down from its hinges and is lying on the floor in the previous hallway. Two bodies possessing lacerations to their back are lying face-first on the floor in the middle of the room. Fox slows down and raises the back of her hand to her face, but quickly returns to her previous posture.] Collie: "I'd reckon from the way they're laying there that they were trying to get into the security office; try and lock the door behind 'em." Coyote: "Seems like whatever did this had the same idea." [Ocelot and Fallow enter the next room ahead of the rest of the team. Suddenly Fallow stops.] Fallow: "We got two doors here." Ocelot: "If you'd bothered to look at the map, that's a supply closet." [Fallow turns to the door and looks over his shoulder toward Ocelot as he opens it.] Fallow: "Never know, might find something important, mister map ma- JESUS." [Fallow backs up, aiming his gun toward the supply closet. Coyote, Wolf, and Collie storm toward the closet while Ocelot and Fox watch their backs.] [The team crowd the doorway into the closet, a torso dangling face down from a vent and a mass of viscera on the floor is briefly seen before the live feed is faced away.] Coyote: "From the uh- from the looks of it they were trying to use the vents to get around." Ocelot: "And something didn't wanna wait its turn." Fallow: "Poor fuckers… vent grate turned into a potato mashe-" Fox: "Can- can we not?" Coyote: "Oce' where's that vent lead?" Ocelot: "Maybe they weren't trying to get to the security office? This vent leads to get to the North Entrance Lobby, it's like a big atrium. Designated as this Site's emergency assembly area, right next to the Main Security Office too." Wolf: "If they try to get there, why crawl away from it?" [Coyote looks down, gesturing his foot along a smear of blood stains on the floor.] Coyote: "Blood stains move toward where we came in." Fallow: "Remind me why we didn't use the North Gate if that's where we need to go?" Wolf: "Most obvious, defensible position. Good for ambush." Ocelot: "Yeah, they keep it sealed when this sorta thing happens. Better to go in at the flanks. Plus, it'll be easier to evacuate them once we confirm everybody's there." Fallow: "If." Coyote: "Fair do's, it was kind of a guessing game as to where they'd be anyway, 'pulled the lockdowns at every single gate." Collie: "You mean there were multiple?" Coyote: "At every entrance, West was the last one to pull the switch." Ocelot: "Outdated design, if you ask me, but who - am - I - to know." Coyote: "Right, a plan: we go turn the power on then make our way to the Lobby. If anyone there's still alive we split up - one half keeps 'em under guard and the other half go to the Main Security Office and do what we can from there. Should give us a decent position and a vantage point to know what we're lookin' at before the literal clean-up crews arrive." Coyote: "We clear on that?" Collie: "Affirmative." Ocelot: "Affirmative, sir." Fallow: "Copy that." Fox: "Sounds good." [Wolf nods.] [The team move through the nearby door. There is a closed-off corridor behind the team in the opposite direction to where they are headed.] Coyote: "Fox - Wolf, check the corridor behind us. Have Oce' lock it down if you don't spot anything so our backs are secure." [Fox and Wolf move down the corridor behind the rest of the team, opening a door at its terminus. They inspect the room on the other side. Fox pauses and readies her firearm, she turns to Wolf as if expecting something before speaking.] Fox: "Got a trail of blood, all the doors are closed." Coyote: "Wolf, follow the trail, check if someone's still breathing on the other end." [Wolf nods and begins making his way into the room following the blood trail into a small sub-section of the room split off by a glass wall. He goes out of view of the camera. Soon after, Wolf walks back into view and past Fox, standing in the doorway.] Wolf: "Dead." Fox: "Care to elaborate?" Wolf: "Bloodloss." [Fox looks at Wolf and tilts her head slightly.] Fox: "From what?" [Wolf pauses for a second.] Wolf: "Hmgh… Bite." [Wolf walks back toward the rest of the team, Fox turns to cover Ocelot who begins to seal the door behind them.] [Wolf whispers into Coyote's ear, Coyote promptly grips his gun tightly.] [After Fox and Ocelot finish, Coyote directs the team to move toward the Generator Room, they begin moving toward their destination with Fox and Wolf covering the team's six.] Coyote: "Ocelot, how long till we get to the Generator?" [Ocelot looks down at a map he's holding in his hands, trailing his finger along the print.] Ocelot: "There's a set of stairs going down there, just a few minutes walk… but we'll have to get through another security checkpoint…" [Ocelot suddenly stops, reaching his arm out toward Coyote.] Coyote: "What's the holdup?" [The rest of the team stops.] [Ocelot points to an area on the map directly ahead of them.] Ocelot: "I didn't think such an old building would have this but… checkpoint's got automatic turrets. 5.56×45mm." Coyote: "Won't matter will it? power's cut." Ocelot: "Says here they're not on the main generator or the grid, they have their own battery in case of… well… this." Fallow: "Well, shit." [Coyote turns to Collie, standing directly in front of the camera.] Coyote: "Collie, contact Command and ask if there's a way to disable those turrets." [Collie nods and contacts Control] Collie: "Control, is there any way to disable the-" [Collie grabs the map from Ocelot.] "-the two 5.56×45mm turrets at Security Checkpoint 2A-22?" [Control responds, informing the team to head to the area and inspect the security checkpoint while they figure out a way to disable the turrets.] Collie: "Control says they're workin' on it, says we should head there in the meantime." Coyote: "We can hear 'em too, buddy." Collie: "Oh- yeah. heh." [Coyote signals for the group to move out toward the security checkpoint, they arrive and pause in front of the door leading to the room.] Collie: "Control, you got anythin'?" [Control responds, informing the team to inspect the checkpoint.] Fallow: "Are they nuts?! you said there were turret-" [Coyote hushes Fallow and puts his hand on the manual door control. Signaling for the team to rush backward. The team runs to the other end of the hall and Coyote opens the door, taking cover at the adjacent corner.] [The team pauses in anticipation while taking cover. The turrets are out of view of the camera due to Collie's hunched position.] Coyote: "Well, what'd you see?" Fox: "Jesus Christ…" [Wolf stands up and begins walking toward Coyote.] [Wolf grabs Coyote and positions him to view the room, Collie walks up behind them.] Wolf: "Not good." Fallow: "What'd you mean, this is great news." [The room comes into view of the camera, both automatic turrets are ripped out from the ceiling and smashed on the floor, with the wiring for the turrets hanging from the gaps in the ceiling above them.] Wolf: "It means that these-" [Wolf nods to his gun, bashing it lightly against Fallow's own weapon.] "-These just became useless." [Coyote walks into the room, kneeling down.] Coyote: "Well…" [Coyote trails his finger along the floor, coating it in an viscous substance.] "At least we know it bleeds." Wolf: "Ant bites you, you bleed, yes?" Coyote: "Salient point." [The team enters the room and closes the door behind them. Coyote and Wolf turn to the security booth.] Fox: "So, how are we getting through?" [Wolf points to the smashed glass window of the security booth.] Fox: "Conveniant." [Wolf walks up to the booth slowly and aims around the corner into the booth's interior.] Wolf: "Clear." [The rest of the team vault into the booth, Wolf holds a finger to his mouth and nods toward Fox as they do so.] [As Fox lifts her leg over the wall, Wolf tilts her head toward the ceiling and helps her across. The sound of squelching is audible.] Fox: "God… it feels like I'm walking through oatmeal." Wolf: "You do that often then?" [Fox snickers, as they then exit the booth to the other side of the checkpoint.] Collie: "Stairs are just ahead." [The team begins to walk down several flights of stairs, Coyote and Fallow at the helm of the group checking each turn before continuing downwards. A majority of the steps have large pieces of material broken off at their edges.] [They exit on the bottom floor, exiting into a maintenance tunnel.] Ocelot: "Good thing we have these." [Ocelot taps his night vision equipment.] "It's just down here." [He points down the tunnel.] Fallow: "It wouldn't be any darker here though, tiger." [Ocelot turns to him and shakes his head.] [The team continues walking, as they reach the corner Wolf and Coyote take the lead and check it.] Coyote: "Clear, move in." [The team enters the generator room, the equipment is severely damaged with large gashes on most surfaces, and multiple consoles are completely torn apart. Embers are present amongst the debris, the floor covered in soot.] Fox: "What in the fuck." Coyote: "I'm assuming we can't use this? Ocelot: "This place is totaled." Coyote: "Well at least have a look around and try to see if anything's still working." [Ocelot nods and begins searching the room. Briefly disappearing from view.] Fallow: "Coyote, we've got a body over here." [Coyote and Collie walk around a corner, viewing a body sitting at the edge of a buildup of soot and debris.] Coyote: "Doesn't look injured." Collie: "Definitely didn't burn to death. Hey-did you check his pulse?" Fallow: "Yep, he's dead." Coyote: "Smoke from the fire must've done it. Not sure why he isn't torn to ribbons like the others though - the thing or whatever was definitely in here with him." [Fox walks up behind the group.] Fox: "Maybe it was spooked by the fire?" Coyote: "May-be…" [Coyote raises his voice to call out to Ocelot across the room.] Coyote: "Hey- Oce! You find anything?!" [Ocelot comes stumbling over, carrying a heavy piece of equipment in his hands, he motions for the team to return to where he came from. The team follows.] Fox: "What on earth is that?" Ocelot: "Mobile power source - think of it like a big ass battery." [Ocelot bends down and plugs the equipment into the wall.] Ocelot: "Great news! 'switchboard's still intact." [Ocelot flips a switch on the equipment and stands up.] Coyote: "What's it good for?" Ocelot: "We'd be able to some power to a few systems, also good for killing my back." [Coyote nods and ponders for a moment.] Coyote: "Send it to the Main Security Office and the Lobby, we'll go up there and use the cameras to see if anyone's still alive." [Ocelot pulls down several large switches on the wall and an audible humming is emitted around them.] Ocelot: "Sounds like it worked." Fox: "Fine and dandy!" [Ocelot takes the map off of Collie and hunches over it.] Ocelot: "Considering it's directly above us… 'quickest route would be through the elevator." Coyote: "Alright, lead us there." [The team exits the Generator Room and moves down the maintenance tunnels.] Collie: "Wait - how are we gonna use the elevator?" Fox: "Remember how we came in?" Fallow: "Thought we left our stuff for this shit at the entrance." Coyote: "This one…" [Coyote walks into the elevator and opens the hatch on the ceiling, leaning into the elevator shaft.] "…has a ladder." Ocelot: "How'd you know that?" Coyote: "Think you're the only one who can glance at a map?" [Coyote pulls himself into the elevator shaft and extends a hand to Ocelot who promptly takes it. Ocelot climbs up the ladder, Coyote extends a hand to Wolf and both begin to ascend. Fallow pauses and extends a hand down to Fox.] Fallow: "M'lady." Fox: "Eugh, Kincade can you come back down and give me a hand?" Fallow: "I am insulted." Coyote: "You wish, hurry it up down there!" [Fallow begins climbing up the ladder.] [Fox jumps, grasping onto the ledge, but fails to pull herself up all the way.] [Collie approaches her and gives her a boost, allowing her to pull herself up onto the roof of the elevator car.] Fallow: "Oh okay, you'll let him help you but not me?" Fox: "I did just say I'd prefer Kincade to you." Coyote: [Calling from the top of the shaft.] "No luck with the ladies, no luck with GETTING THE HELL UP HERE!" [Fallow begins climbing faster as Fox and Collie begin their ascent.] Fallow: "I'm sure she'd rather have Wolf carry her around anyway." Fox: "Shut up!" Coyote: "Finally, a decent fucking opinion." [The rest of the team reaches the top of the shaft.] [Wolf pulls Coyote away from the others and leans in, talking to him. Coyote turns to the rest of the team and then back to Wolf. He nods before turning back again.] Coyote: "Alright, we ready to move? Good. Fox and Wolf, you're on our 12. Fallow, watch our backs. I want us in there within the next minute, not a single holdup." [The team begins moving toward the Main Security Office with Fox and Wolf at the front of the group, closely followed by Coyote and Collie.] [Wolf approaches Fox, touching her shoulder.] Wolf: "Don't let him push your buttons." Fox: [Leaning in toward Wolf.] "Kincade didn't tell you to tell me that did he?" Wolf: "No, he just wanted to put you back on a security detail. Get a new gunner." Fox: [Whispering.] "What?! that's bullshit - you know-" Wolf: "He has a point. You are very mouthy, immature at times. Loose cannon. Rebel. He understood that the incident in Blair Atholl, he did…" [Fox further lowers her voice, leaning in toward Wolf.] Fox: "Yeah, no shit. They treated her like an animal. Did he expect me to just stand by and watch? A fucking dog cage that's what it was." Wolf: "…He did, he even took the fall for you, but it's a repeated sentiment… plus the immaturity? You are on thin rope with him." Fox: "So what? why haven't you thrown me out again if I'm just some fuckup." Wolf: "No. You're not. I convinced him to let you stay." [Fox looks up to Wolf, slowing her pace to a walk.] Fox: "Why?" Wolf: "Because I don't trust anyone to watch my back as much as you. Good heart. You remind-… You're our best shot, kid." [Wolf pushes her forward.] Wolf: "Now, pick up the pace and stop the quips." [Coyote picks up his pace and moves closer to Wolf.] Coyote: "She understand?" Wolf: "Yeah, I think so." [Coyote stops, allowing Ocelot and Collie to catch up to him.] Fallow: [Raising his voice from some distance behind the team.] "What're you lot yapping about?" Coyote: "Talking to Command- you want bedding in a local place or a hotel after we're debriefed?" Fallow: "Local places here are usually pretty alright." [Coyote gives a thumbs up.] [The team arrives at a junction, on their right is the Lobby to the North Entrance, and to their left is the entrance to the Main Security Office. Light is emanating from both. Collie walks cautiously to the right.] Collie: "Barricaded. Actually held up it seems. No way into it… though the lights are definitely on…" Ocelot: "Good to know I didn't waste my back on nothing." Wolf: "You do not notice?" Collie: "Hm?" [Wolf gestures his rifle toward the barricade.] Wolf: "It's barricaded from outside. Strange, no?" Coyote: "Might as well check." [Coyote approaches the barricaded entrance to the Lobby area. The barricade blocks view of the interior.] Coyote: "This is Universal Task Force-22, if anybody is inside, respond immediately." [There is no response.] Coyote: "Alright, everyone into the security office." [As the team makes their way into the Main Security Office, they switch off their night vision equipment and slide it off of their faces. Passing through a front desk area, they come to a flight of stairs. Coyote holds his arm out, and the group pauses.] Coyote: "This is Universal Task Force-22, If anyone is up there, respond now." [There is no response.] Coyote: "One final warning: me and my team are coming up." [The team begins to move up the stairs, turning the corner there the room is devoid of any sign of a struggle. A door leading to a staircase down into the Lobby area is closed.] Collie: [Collie begins to remove his gasmask.] "Good to have light again." [Fallow, Fox, and Wolf likewise remove their gas masks, taking a moment to get used to the lighting. Wolf moves away from the rest of the team.] Fallow: "Can finally breathe." Coyote: "Oce', check the cameras - Fallow, see if you can get that door open." Wolf: "I wouldn’t do that if I were you." [Wolf is over by an internal window overlooking the Lobby.] Coyote: "See something?" Wolf: "Remember that vent?" [Coyote walks over to the window, beside Wolf.] Coyote: "Fallow- hold- hold off on the door. Would ya?" [Coyote removes his gas mask and leans his back against the window.] Fallow: "It's sealed anyway. Deadlocked." Coyote: "Good." [Coyote turns, visibly shaken, he reaches for his flask and takes a drink of water.] [Wolf walks over to the cameras beside Ocelot.] Fox: "They were all in there, huh?" [Wolf waits for the cameras to boot up before manually turning the feed of the Lobby off.] Ocelot: "Hey! Kincade!" Coyote: "Gimmie' a minute here-" Ocelot: "No-seriously! look!" [Ocelot directs the group's attention to one of the cameras, most of the cameras are in complete darkness, but one of the screens shows a small amount of light within the camera's view.] Ocelot: "That's a person- it has to be. Right?" Coyote: "I-uh-I guess yeah- it could be I suppose." [Wolf walks up to Coyote and strongly pats him on the back twice.] Wolf: "We'd had better go check that out then, pronto." [Coyote wipes his face with his hand and stands up straight, turning around to face the team.] Coyote: "Ocelot, where is that light coming from?" Ocelot: "The Western Enterance; security room!" [Coyote walks over to Collie and utilizes the communications equipment.] Coyote: "Command, please advise." [Control advises the team to announce their presence via intercom. Control states that Red U-R-S is now in effect, and that reinforcements are en route but that the safety of personnel should be prioritized above that of the Task Force. The team is instructed to proceed with caution. Coyote motions for Collie to utilize the intercom system within the security checkpoint, Collie complies.] Collie: "This is Universal Task Force-22, we have entered the facility. If you can hear this announcement, do not attempt to locate us, we will come to you. Stay put." Coyote: "Right then, let's move it! Wolf and Fox you're on our backs - Fallow you're on me! - Oce' - you keep. us in the right direction!" [The team nods, re-equipping their night vision gear. The majority of the team keeps their gas masks removed, save for Ocelot. They promptly move out of the security office, making their way through the halls toward the Western Entrance. The team move quickly and have no interruptions on their way to the area, eventually coming to a junction with 4 exits.] Ocelot: "It's just on the other side of that door, down the hall from there." [Coyote nods and positions himself and Fallow at the door, guns ready.] Coyote: "Cover us, we're going in. Collie, make sure command is seein' this." [Collie follows close behind Coyote and Fallow as they open the door, revealing the source of light to be coming from the interior of a barricaded security office at the end of the hall, abutting the West Entrance Gate. A figure identified as ████████ is standing in the room illuminated by a small battery-fed lamp. Behind ████████ is the silhouette of SCP-6479 on the wall. The lamp continuously flickers and ████████ approaches the window, banging his fist against it frantically whilst looking toward the team. He is attempting to speak, but is not audible.] Coyote: "Stay where you are! we're here to help!" [████████ waves his hands over his head and points toward the team. SCP-6479 is seen moving toward the lamp as it flickers. The lamp suddenly falls onto the floor and the light cuts out. A scream can be heard emanating from the room followed by shattering glass. Movement can be discerned, though the source is not clear from the footage. Coyote primes his gun and shouts.] Coyote: "OPEN FIRE! NOW!" [Fallow, Coyote, and Fox immediately begin to fire their weapons down the hall, soon followed by Collie and Ocelot firing their handguns. The footage as a result becomes less coherent.] [A large quadrupedal entity resembling an extraordinarily large canine, from now on referred to as SCP-6479-2, closes the distance between itself and the team in seconds.] Coyote: "GET OUT OF ITS WAY!" [Coyote ducks to the side, as SCP-6479-2 lunges into Fallow, pinning him to the ground. More gunfire originates from behind the camera, several bullets hit SCP-6479-2 as it stalls, the source of the gunfire presumed to be Wolf.] Ocelot: "FUCK-FUCK WHAT IS THA-" [Fallow lets out a wheeze; his ribcage is seen to be crushed inward by SCP-6479-2's front legs. SCP-6479-2 holds his body in its mouth, flicking its neck to the side and back, the body is thrown through the hall, directly hitting Ocelot and knocking him to the ground.] [Coyote and Collie begin moving backward, continuing to fire their weapons at the entity.] [SCP-6479-2 then rams into Collie and Coyote, knocking them both down. Collie stops moving and is presumed unconscious.] [From the new angle of the feed, Fox and Wolf can be seen stepping back while continuing to fire their weapons into SCP-6479-2, Wolf soon covering for Fox as she reloads her firearm.] [SCP-6479-2 thrashes its head toward Ocelot, pinned underneath Fallow's corpse, - biting down on his skull - it pulls back, decapitating him. Coyote regains his posture and fires his sidearm into the back of its head. Several yelps are audible.] [Coyote is kicked down by SCP-6479-2's hind leg, falling onto his back.] [Turning its attention toward Fox and Wolf, SCP-6479-2 makes a swift swiping motion toward Fox with its foreleg, Wolf intervenes and leaps in front of Fox, grasping her by the waist and pulling them both down toward the ground. SCP-6479-2's claws lacerate Wolf's back as its foreleg slams into the wall beside them, causing a large indentation in the concrete. Wolf then moves back while still grasping Fox, pulling them both away from view.] [Coyote looks toward Ocelot's corpse before kicking one of SCP-6479-2's hindlegs, drawing its attention and allowing him to skirt around toward Ocelot's body. Grabbing a flashlight from Ocelot's utility belt, Coyote shines it toward SCP-6479-2 causing it to demanifest.] [Coyote looks side to side and then up toward the ceiling, trailing a shadow (presumed to be SCP-6479) moving on the wall before the head of SCP-6479-2 descends from above him, biting into his shoulder. The flashlight falls from his hand. Coyote draws a knife and impales its left eye, with its jaws unclenching as a result.] [Coyote collapses to the ground but manages to narrowly evade another attack. He begins crawling backward, grasping toward the flashlight. SCP-6479-2 presses its paw onto the side of Coyote's torso, impairing him from reaching the flashlight.] [Wolf appears in the adjacent doorframe, firing point blank into SCP-6479-2 in an attempt to save Coyote. SCP-6479-2 thrashes widely toward Wolf, knocking his gun from his arms and slicing clean through his stomach area, partially exposing the side of his intestines which begin to slump outward from the wound. SCP-6479-2 lunges toward Wolf and bites the side of his torso.] [Several gunshots come from behind Wolf, two bullets hitting SCP-6479-2 in its open eye-wound, causing it to fumble and loosen its grip on Coyote.] [Coyote quickly thrusts himself toward the flashlight, grasping it and shining it in the direction of SCP-6479.] [SCP-6479-2 demanifests as light from the flashlight fills the hallway. Fox can be seen grabbing Wolf and pulling him from view. Coyote hastily crawls backward out of the hall, continuing to shine the flashlight. The door is promptly closed.] [Shortly after this, the secondary recording device was activated, ending the feed from Collie's perspective. This footage was not a live feed, Control did thus not have contact with the team at this time. A thick smear of blood over the lens of the secondary recording device obscures view momentarily before Coyote wipes the lens, restoring view. Fox can be seen leaning on the wall across from Coyote's perspective, holding Wolf with one arm and aiming her side arm toward the door between herself and Coyote.] [The door is suddenly ripped from its hinges, being thrown across the room. SCP-6479-2 rapidly moves through the doorframe, past the team, and into the conjoining corridor before Fox or Coyote could react. The camera view pans toward the corridor, Coyote shining the flashlight in its direction; the rear of SCP-6479 is visible for a brief moment. The door to the hallway lays on the ground, crumpled and shattered.] [Fox and Coyote both stare in the direction SCP-6479 had gone. Heavy breathing can be heard coming from Coyote. Fox turns to Wolf and then to her bag.] [Fox removes a pair of flares and lights them, throwing them into the center of the room. She deactivates her NVGs, sliding them off of her face.] Coyote: [Inaudible - Heavy Breathing.] Fox: "Hey! You in there? Can you hear me?" Coyote: [Inaudible.] Fox: "Hey, breathe, in and out. I need you." Coyote: "Uh-huh yeah… what is it?" Fox: "Can control still hear us?" [Coyote takes a moment to collect himself before answering, ripping off his NVGs. Heavy breathing is still audible against the recording device.] Coyote: "I-uh-no, no it's just the backup, it's not liv-" [Coyote inhales sharply, clutching the side of his chest. He pauses for a moment.] Fox: "Shit. You good?" Coyote: "They can't hear us-AGH… we can't hear them." [Coyote taps the recording device.] Fox: "Here." [Fox rolls an intravenous analgesic injector toward Coyote, which stops at the heel of his foot.] Fox: "Stay there." [Fox gets up and walks into the open hallway between them, rummaging is audible for several minutes.] Coyote: "Wait- be careful, Cherie? Cher!" [There is no response from Fox.] [Coyote sighs, looking down, he grasps the syringe. Rolling up his sleeve, he injects it into his arm. He looks back toward the door Fox had gone through.] Coyote: "Cher!" [There is no response.] [Coyote wraps his clothing around his wounds, fashioning his webbing into a makeshift splint. He looks toward the door again, shouting louder than he had before.] Coyote: "Cher!" Fox: [Raised Voice.] "It went the other way, stupid. Two more minutes. Is Rosya still lucid?" [Wolf limply raises his arm into the air, it quickly slumps back down to his side.] Coyote: "If-" [Coyote takes a deep breath.] Coyote: "If a kid on a school morning counts as lucid. Sure." [Fox walks back into view of the camera, holding an unconscious Collie in her arms. The primary communication equipment is seen dangling from her shoulder.] Fox: "Look who's making quips now." [Fox crouches down, placing the communications equipment on the ground and resting Collie against the wall beside Wolf as she opens a medical kit.] Coyote: "He Breathing?" [Fox removes Collie's helmet and vest, inspecting his condition.] Fox: "He's actually the least beat out of either of you." Coyote: "We don't got time- we gotta-" Fox: "If it wanted us dead, we'd be dead by now. We have the time; he'll bleed out otherwise. Now calm down." [Fox shuffles herself over to Wolf, taking out several medical instruments, gauze, and bandages; she begins to tend to Wolf's injuries. Both Fox and Coyote remain silent for around 5 minutes as Fox sanitizes the wounds and begins to apply field stitching.] Fox: "I'm surprised you remember my name." Coyote: [Snickering.] "Oh, I remember… there was a story to it, right? three first names." [Fox doesn't respond for several moments as she focuses on stitching Wolf's abdominal injury.] Fox: "Four, if you're counting the confirmation name." Coyote: "Christ." Coyote: "I remember he always used Micheale around you, I'm still partial to Cherie myself." Fox: "Don't tell him, but same." [Fox begins to fasten sanitized gauze around Wolf's wounds with bandages.] [Collie suddenly regains consciousness, jolting upward.] Collie: [Inaudible - brief heavy breathing.] Fox: "Hey, hey, shhh. Calm down. You in there?" [Fox leans over to Collie, placing her hand on the back of his head.] Collie: "Shit-I- [Inaudible.] -where-" Fox: "No time to explain, deep breaths. I need you to help these two get out of here, they're beat up pretty bad." [Fox leans back over to Wolf, re-attending to him.] [Collie moves his hand out, grasping Fox's shoulder while she tends to Wolf.] Collie: "Where's Oce'? " Coyote: "He didn't make it… and Wolf isn't going to make it unless we act fast. I need you sharp. Pull yourself up and let Fox finish. " [Collie stands up and moves toward Coyote, aiding him in standing. Coyote pushes away Collie once he is stood, ushering him to aid Fox, who continues to work on Wolf for several minutes, applying gauze and bandages to his wounds.] Fox: "Alright that's as good as I can do, Collie you need to get these two out the way we came." Coyote: "You keep saying 'you two'" [Fox closes up the medical kit, standing up, she turns toward Coyote, pausing before taking a deep breath.] Fox: "I reckon that thing's running between exits. It's been at every one we've been to. Three so far, one left. Once its gets down there it's going to find another locked gate. Then it'll come back around looking for another way out. Three exits, so that'll be the same way you're going…" [Fox points toward Wolf as Collie begins to help him onto his feet, Wolf leans heavily into Collie, obstructing his movement.] Fox: "In his state, you won't be getting far before it comes running into you." Coyote: "And you staying here helps how?" Fox: "It doesn't, I'm going after it." [Fox leans down, taking the communication equipment from the floor and fastening it to her vest.] Coyote: "You won't stop it." Fox: "I don't need to; just stall it." Coyote: "What're you talking about?- AghrH!" [Coyote clutches his chest, bending over slightly.] Coyote: "You-you're not thinking straight, you don't even know you're right. This place is a maze, could come back around. We hide…" [Coyote inhales, withholding the rest of his sentence until recuperating.] Coyote: "We hide and wait for rescue. That's an order." Fox: "No." Coyote: "What?" Fox: "No." Coyote: "The fuck are you talking about - fuck- whatever, we're moving." [Coyote grasps Fox's arm, she promptly shoves him away from her, causing him to stumble due to his injuries. Fox quickly grabs his wrist, stabilizing him.] Fox: "I said no!" Coyote: "I know- " [Coyote swallows, working himself up to speak.] Coyote: "I know this doesn't get through to you sometimes, but this is serious. It's not the- [Coughing.] -It's not the time to act brave, you should be scared! I'm scared!" Fox: "Shut up!" Fox: "I'm scared, okay?! I am! THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! Is that what you want to hear?! Do you think I don't have a hundred fucking things going through my head right now?! I feel like I'm going to vomit…" Collie: "What?!" [Collie stumbles, but manages to prevent himself and Wolf from falling over.] Fox: "But you know what? I'm not gonna go hide because of it… " Coyote: "Cherie-" Fox: "…When I picked up the radio, it was still on, I don't think they realised; they were talking about sealing the whole place off. Us included." Fox: "Shut up before you even say it. I didn't want to say it either but they WOULD, THEY WOULD. You saw that shit in Blair Atholl; they fucking would." Fox: "We hide in here, we die in here. Trapped." [There is silence for a few moments. Fox takes a deep breath.] Fox: "I do this… and they keep it open, if not for me, for you." [Coyote embraces Fox, the recording is obstructed as the camera is held up against her chest.] Coyote: "I'll do it." Fox: "I'm not chewed up, I can still give it the ol' runaround. Just like you always trained us for." [Collie pulls Coyote away from Fox and towards Wolf. Full view of the area is restored.] Collie: "C'mon, we gotta go." [Coyote turns to Collie, handing him the flashlight before pushing him back.] Coyote: "Get him out of here. I'll follow. " [Collie supports Wolf, lifting him from under his shoulder. They begin walking, retracing the route the team came from.] [Coyote turns back toward Fox. Both remain silent and stare at each other for a moment.] Coyote: "There's something you've not told me." Fox: "What do you want me to say? to tell you? what's the magic word, 'Cade?" Coyote: "I want to know you'll be alright… but you can't just do the sensible thing can you? There's something else, always has been. You could just leave the camera in this room and come with us." Fox: "I-" Coyote: "No-no-no, the truth. You said this was your fault, and you're certainly smart enough to know your plan's off the fucking wall. You want to go after it. Your game, now, or you're coming with me." Fox: "I have people, 'Cade." [Both Coyote and Fox briefly remain silent.] Fox: "…After what went down in Blair Atholl, I was about to quit. Couldn't stand it anymore, but they came, told me I had another choice. I could help, and I could still be here with the people I cared about." Fox: "A while before we got this call, they told me what was going on here. Said we'd get pulled in to clip its wings as usual, but to let it fly, the fuck up strikes again. I-I didn't think it would end up like this, that people would get hurt…" Coyote: "Why." Fox: "Personal reasons. Now quick, you know I'm not running in blind, so please just go. Save yourself." Coyote: "No. You're fucked. Royally fucked. You still haven't even answered me, what's keeping you safe." Fox: "I know where it's going, you said all the other gates pulled their lockdown switch, right? Why'd it run back to the East if it's already been there… they told me the place was built on some old mineshaft, and take a guess as to where the way down to it is. [Fox reaches into her bag, pulling out a satchel of explosives.] 'told me to blow a way out." Coyote: "So you know it's down there? and you're still gonna go? You think it's just gonna roll over like a puppy!?" Coyote: "It's a mindless fucking beast, IT KILLED EVERYONE HERE! IT KILLED OCE'!" [Coyote lurches over, grasping onto the door frame, he begins coughing violently, splatters of blood covering the floor. Fox reaches out toward him, Coyote limply raises his hand and she stops. He breathes in at an increasingly slower pace before continuing to talk.] Coyote: "I- you don't have to do this. I…please Cherie, if not for me or yourself, do it for Amvrosy. You know he told me what it's like - to know that you're the one who gets to live when it's all your fault anybody died at all; how much it eats at you. That doesn't mean you have to die too, he told me that on my first gig…." Coyote: "…Not convinced. Come with me." [Fox sighs, moving backward until leaning on a nearby wall.] Fox: "When I was a kid…" Coyote: "Jesus-" Fox: "You said convince you, this will, I promise." [Coyote leans back onto the opposite wall from Fox, clutching his side.] Coyote: "Cut it short." Fox: "When I was a kid, living out in the country, we had this dog. Dad… he… he hated it, I think. I'm not really sure. He never let it outside, never fed it right, put it to bed way too early." Coyote: "Mhm." Fox: "It did like Mom though, she loved the thing. Held it all night, fed it leftovers when Dad wasn't looking. 'Sweet thing', she'd call it." Coyote: "Sounds like a normal life. For a dog." Fox: "You'd think; one day dad left the doggy gate open, could get into the hall, where the front door was. Then it opened." "Mom was in the doorway, tried to stop it. That sweet little dog bit her, badly. Then it ran into the field." [Coyote stops leaning on the wall.] Coyote: "I was never one for parables. Your point being?" Fox: "Point being I can recongise a desperate animal. Pe-… animals do things without thinking when they're cornered, abused, scared. They don't go looking for trouble, sometimes you're just the only thing between them and freedom. I saw that in Blair Atholl, and I can see it here. " [Coyote walks toward Fox, embracing her.] Fox: "'Cade… I-" [Coyote switches on the primary communications equipment attached to Fox. Control begins to demand a status report on the team shortly thereafter.] [Coyote grasps fox, turning her around.] Fox: "Wait-WHAT ARE YOU-" [Coyote puts his hand over Fox's mouth, stopping her from speaking.] Coyote: "Command, Fox, respectfully, shut up." [Control goes silent. Fox begins to struggle, the camera feed becomes partially less coherent.] Coyote: "Tell me without any- [Coyote coughs violently, but continues speaking.] b-bullshit, does that door lead directly to the East Exit?" [Control informs Coyote that it does indeed lead toward the East Exit.] Coyote: "Is there any way to get from down that hall, to the way we came in, without going through this junction?" [Control responds, guaranteeing the area they are in is the only path to the entry point.] Coyote: "Alright then, Command…" [Coyote inhales deeply.] Coyote: "Collie and Wolf are on their way, I'm catching up. We'll need medical teams on standby when we're back. Fox is going to distract… whatever that thing is… until we're out. Copy all that?" [Control responds, requesting more information.] Coyote: "No- [cough] no time. She'll explain." [Coyote moves away from Fox, grunting, he presses his hand into his side again. The footage switches back to Fox's perspective as the secondary recording device is switched off.] Coyote: "Hmgh… there you go." [Coyote breathes in, then pauses for a moment. Swallowing.] Coyote: "Did-" [Coyote wheezes, swallowing again. He lifts his palm, lightly coughing into it. His palm is not visible from the angle of the camera feed, though blood can be seen dripping from his mouth.] [Coyote looks over his shoulder, then back toward Fox.] Coyote: "I'd better catch up." [He turns away, and begins to walk out of the room.] Fox: "That your goodbye?" [Coyote stops in the doorway, but does not turn back to face Fox.] Coyote: "That dog…" Coyote: "It end up runnin' free?" Fox: "No…" Fox:"…It came back after that. But-" Fox: "-Mom didn't look at it the same. They got rid of it after a while." Coyote: "Do what you have to do, Cherie." Fox: "Yes, Sir." [Coyote flips his NVGs over his face and walks out of view, Fox stares at the doorway momentarily, before turning toward the adjacent hallway in which SCP-6479-2 had gone through. She walks into the hallway, then turns back, walking back toward her rifle lying on the ground. She picks it up, holding it in one arm. Walking up to the remains of Fallow and Ocelot, she takes the remaining magazines in Fallow's webbing, along with a flashlight from Ocelot's, attaching it to her rifle. Fox proceeds to follow in the direction of SCP-6479-2, keeping the flashlight on.] [Control requests Fox to elaborate on the details of the plan and the current situation. Fox does not slow her pace to talk and her words are thus disjointed.] Fox: "Fallow and Oce'… they didn't make it. I don't want to talk about it." [Fox enters a corridor perpendicular to the one she was in, she looks from left to right intermittently. She begins searching through the various pouches attached to her vest.] Fox: "Shit." Fox: "I left the map. Left or right?" [Control informs her to stay put while they consult their map. Fox complies. The wall in front of her is constructed out of glass, she walks closer to it, peering into the office on the other side.] [Control instructs her to go left, Fox jolts up from her slouched posture. She turns to her left and continues walking down the corridor.] [Control requests further elaboration on the location of the survivors. Fox once again does not slow down to talk, fumbling over her words as she comes to another bi-directional corridor.] Fox: "Oh-yeah uh… Wolf, Collie, and Kin- Coyote are on their way out the way we- left or right?" [Control responds for her to go right, she pivots her body to the right and quickly begins to walk down the corridor.] Fox: "Yeah, they're going out the way they came, they're pretty beat up tough, ETA like 20-30 minutes? Not sure." [Control requests to know why she isn't escorting them. Fox does not respond until passing into the next junction, she looks to her right, toward an open supply closet.] Fox: "Left or right?" [Control informs Fox to turn left.] [Fox complies, turning slowly leftward and walking into the next room.] [Fox passes through a set of swing doors, stopping immedietly. Laying face up in front of her on the floor is what initially appeared to be the remains of a woman, later identified as ███████. Fox begins to move forward, but as she steps over ███████, the later convulses. Fox steps back, staring at her.] [Fox whispers under her breath, the audio had to be artificially boosted in order to transcribe it.] Fox: "No no no no no. God, please." [███████ reaches up toward Fox, flexing her fingers. She is unable to speak, only a gargle is audible. Fox approaches her, crouching down. Heavy lacerations across her face, rendering her blind, as well as severe blunt force trauma to her torso, are observable.] Fox: "Can you hear me? Can you walk-" [Fox presses her hand onto ███████'s thigh and runs her hand across it, a crunch is audible. Fox pulls her hands back and pauses.] [Control attempt to speak but are quickly cut off by Fox.] Fox: "Shut up, please. I know what I'm doing." [Fox reaches down to ███████'s opposite leg, tearing a section of clothing off, and hurriedly forming it into a tourniquet. After applying the tourniquet, Fox slides off her backpack from her shoulders. She drops it onto the ground and places it under ███████'s injured leg, lifting it above her torso. Fox then pivots, dragging both ███████ and the backpack, resting her back against the nearby wall.] [Fox crouches down and leans into her, inspecting her facial injuries.] Fox: "It's okay- I-" [███████ lunges forward and coughs violently, spraying both the camera and fox in blood. Fox jolts backward out of surprise. She returns her attention to ███████, who has stopped moving. Fox holds two fingers to her neck.] [Fox stands back up, using her heel to kick her backpack toward her before picking it up.] [She stands in silence for several minutes.] [Fox turns and begins walking again, but is otherwise silent. The camera continues to be obscured and finer details are blurred.] [Control request that Fox wipe the camera feed. Fox slows down and wipes the lens, restoring the quality of the recording.] [Fox continues walking until stopping inside an open corridor connected to several possible routes. She is initially silent.] Fox: "Which way?" [Control denies her request until they receive information on why she isn't escorting the survivors.] Fox: "Don't worry about it. Which way?" [Control continues to refuse to collaborate until they are better informed.] Fox: "Whatever…" [Fox chooses to walk to her left, entering the next room over, she sees a closed door in front of her. She steps backward, spinning around and continuing down the right side of the corridor. Fox enters the connected room, finding a door disconnected from its hinges, lying on the floor. She walks through the open doorway, coming into an area with a central glass-walled office, a corridor wrapping around it. Fox walks close to the glass, spotting an open doorway at the other end of the office, similarly, the doors are ripped from their hinges.] [Fox walks around the office, through the doorway on the opposite end, and into an open-plan recreational area.] [Control again requests Fox disclose her full intentions. Fox does not respond and begins walking around the edges of the recreational area, peering into each open doorway she passes. Entering one to her right, Fox walks down a short hall, stopping in front of three doors. Each has a bathroom symbol attached to it.] [Fox sighs and turns around, walking back into the open area. She continues walking around the edge until turning into an archway leading into a junction with four paths.] Fox: "I don't have time for this, tell me." [Control refuse.] Fox: "Please." [Control reaffirms their position.] [Fox leans into a wall behind her, inhaling deeply.] Fox: "Fine, I don't need you. 'Least as long as I'm alive it'll prove you killed them, hopefully, your conscious gets the better of you." [Fox turns off the radio receiver on the comms equipment, stopping Control from communicating with her, but still allowing them to view the live feed.] [Fox continues straight ahead, entering a security checkpoint. She looks to the side toward a similar window as to which the team had previously climbed through, the glass is likewise shattered. She approaches, leaning over the edge to look inside. There is nothing of note. Fox vaults over, making her way to the other side of the checkpoint.] [Fox looks around, standing in a room with multiple routes. She begins to speak but cuts herself off.] Fox: "Hmm.." [Fox looks down, noticing a trail of glass leading from the broken glass in the checkpoint, into an adjacent section. She begins to follow it, allowing her to walk through several more rooms and corridors without directions from Control.] [Fox looks at a sign above an archway designating the room ahead as the East Exit. She raises her rifle to her face and proceeds slowly. The set of doors leading into the atrium are lying destroyed on the floor. She steps inside, passing through a metal detector.] [Directly in front of Fox is the sealed east gate, a thick metal door that blocks access to the elevator and stairwell. It is covered in deep scratch marks. To her left is a small security booth, and to her right there is a set of dented bar-operated fire doors, a sign beside them reading 'To Maintenance' along with a downward facing arrow.] [Fox shines the flashlight attached to her rifle around the atrium from right to left, then right to left. She repeats this several times.] [She then begins moving toward the security booth, at a faster pace than she had been previously moving. She leans in, lighting the interior haphazardly. There is nothing of note.] [Fox leans back, and walks across the center of the atrium, walking toward the set of push-bar fire doors. There are several pieces of broken glass around the doors, however, Fox does not seem to pay attention to them.] [Fox presses the side of her hip into the push bar, allowing her weight to open the doors, standing against them to keep them open. She tilts her gun down a metal frame stairwell directly in front of her. Fox looks directly to the ground, and can see the bottom of the stairwell through the gaps.] [Fox's aim focuses on the door visible through the stairway, it is similar to the one she just entered through, but does not have any sign of damage.] [Fox begins jogging quickly down the stairwell, the live recording device becomes worse as she descends. The audio and footage are still mostly legible.] [Fox reaches the bottom of the stairwell, approaching the set of closed doors. She brushes her hand against the door. She then pushes on the bar, opens the doors and leans inside the maintenance corridor. She quickly retracts her body and closes the doors.] [Fox reactivates the receiver, but the connection is too low quality for her to communicate with Control.] Fox: "Control?" [Inaudible.] Fox: "Shit." [Fox turns around, initially moving up several stairs before stopping. Visible behind the staircase is a separate stairway leading downward. Fox vaults over the railing to her right, approaching it. She briefly looks up before continuing down. The sides of the stairway give way to an uncovered rock face, Fox passes through a plastic sheet at the bottom of the stairs and begins to cough, lurching over. She grips the gas mask hanging from her webbing, but lets go of it after her breathing returns to normal.] [Fox deliberately pans the view of the camera around, showcasing an underground chamber filled with support beams and degraded construction equipment. She moves toward another plastic sheet, passing under a 'no entry' sign, she goes through it. Directly in front of her is a pile of collapsed wooden support beams, Fox crouches down, crawling under them. Only the floor of the cavern is visible for roughly 10 minutes as Fox struggles to move through a tight gap in the debris on her stomach. The recording becomes choppy and only brief segments of audio are legible on a series of still frames. A long narrow section is visible for one frame, the footage remains still on it.] [Walking is heard along with intermittent coughing for several minutes. Fox's breathing becomes gradually heavier and more fast-paced. Two more frames of footage are seen, though the angle and lack of clarity suggest Fox is moving erratically. 12 minutes after entering the caves, Fox screams.] [There is no further sound for a minute following the scream, at which point steady breathing becomes audible. Several more frames of footage are seen. In front of the camera, lying on the cavern floor, are human remains. In the forefront of the first two of these frames is a skull partly covered by a pot helmet, in the background there are more remains but they are obscured by clothing. The subsequent frames show these at a closer angle, revealing there are six individual bodies. Beside the remains are two rusted swords, and several rotted sticks of wood. The next frame shows Fox leaning around a corner, multiple bone fragments, and a single leather boot are lying in a relatively straight passage in front of her. Intact support beams line the sides and the ceiling of this passage.] [The footage becomes more coherent, though still choppy. Fox is now walking down a straight passage lined with wooden support beams. While walking, Fox passes through an intersecting passage to her left and right. There is a large shard of glass lying on the ground to her right, though she walks past this and continues moving forward. Eventually, Fox comes to a pile of rocks and other debris that block the way forward. The support beams here are snapped and charred.] [Fox kneels down, opening her backpack. The frames jump to show an explosive device attached to the rocks. The frames jump again, the explosive device has been opened, and Fox is handling exposed circuitry.] Fox: "Fuck-fuck… come on…" [Fox slams her fist into the device, several rocks can be heard falling around her. There is a pause in noise before a single rock is heard falling from behind.] [The next frames show Fox standing up and turning around, aiming her rifle and flashlight toward SCP-6479 which is manifested on the floor of the cavern. The immedietly subsequent frames are illegible. The next focused frame shows the face of SCP-6479-2 at the farthest end of the tunnel from Fox, beyond the range of the flashlight. Several minutes pass with little movement, SCP-6479-2 maintains eye contact with Fox.] [The camera violently pans down to the ground, the next frames show Fox lying on her knees.] [Fox lurches over, a pool of vomit forms on the floor in between frames. She brings her mouth closer to the microphone.] Fox: "Fucked up again." Fox: "Sorry." [Foxs breathing becomes shaky, she inhales deeply, and short bursts of breathing continue to be heard in-between gaps in the audio.] Fox: "Thought I could-" Fox: "I just had to- I couldn't just run… it's my…" Fox: "…I always meant right. P-p-please-please just remember that. Not… this don't remember me like that, please don't." [Fox appears to turn off the flashlight attached to her gun.] Fox: "I let it all out." Fox: "Felt so boxed in, it gets so hard to breathe." Fox: "Door opens, you take it, don't matter what's in the way." Fox: "Don't think anybody's gonna understand why I did it, they never have. Just see that I did it. Lose what's left. So please, don't think of me for this." Fox: "Still worrying about myself…" Fox: "Maybe I am selfi-" [The camera pans up as Fox's body falls backward, SCP-6479-2 is inches from Fox, who raises her hand to her face. Moving her hand back down, it pulls a string of saliva.] [Fox falls further back, now leaning against the pile of rocks blocking the passage. Both SCP-6479-2 and Fox remain still for a moment. Fox begins slowly moving her hand toward the former, gently caressing the side of SCP-6479-2's muzzle.] [Fox pulls her hand away slowly, turning it to face her palm. It is covered in blood. Fox caresses SCP-6479's face again, tracing a slash through its left eye with her thumb.] [The camera pans to the left as Fox pivots down, reaching into her medical kit. It pans back.] [The live feed is manually cut, presumably by Fox.] Field After-Action Report: UT Agent Fox was recovered unconscious, 3 days after the incident, 200 meters from Site-26, severely dehydrated and emaciated. A previously unmarked entrance to the dilapidated mines beneath Site-26 was uncovered, likely having been cleared out by UT Agent Fox over several days as evidenced by her physical condition. An undetonated explosive device was discovered near the entrance, it is believed to have malfunctioned. SCP-6479 was not discovered on site; Mobile Task Force Lamba-7 (Codename: Fox Hounds) has been dispatched to track down and recontain SCP-6479. All other remaining elements of Universal Task Force-22 were recovered without incident at 19:30 on the date of the incident. Pending update to the containment procedures of SCP-6479 as containment experts review Incident-Log-26-6479. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6479" by locomotivefaox, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6479. Licensed under CC-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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andromedaz Cold showers are a SCAM! 📗, by andromedaz For more of my works, visit Andromedaz's Universe of Dreams! Critters? Critters! Thank yous to CEDRIS does not match any existing user name and Roufhous for looking at this. Item#: 6480 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6480 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6480 is contained in a standard safe-class item locker in Sector-C of Site-37. No further interaction necessary. Description: SCP-6480 is a standard letter paperback book weighing 190 grams. SCP-6480 lacks an entrance and contains 220 pages. Each page of SCP-6480 is printed with 30 lines, which lack proper formatting. These lines are written with various letters from all known lingual scripts, and written in arbitrary orders without systematic consistency. The anomalous effect of SCP-6480 occurs when a subject concentrates on the pages, which allows them to read and decipher individual lines, regardless of what languages they are capable of understanding. Testing shows that SCP-6480's content does not read the same consistently. However, the content of SCP-6480 triggers similar effects in all subjects, including temporary increases in dopamine levels. Additionally, the content of SCP-6480 focuses on the same topic for all subjects, which is providing advice for improving physical and mental health. Most of the advice provided from SCP-6480 lacks longevity effects however. Addendum-1: Discovery SCP-6480 was discovered in a junkyard in Red Deer, Canada, by a local resident on May 13, 2018. Following the discovery of its anomalous effects, the individual passed the book over to law enforcement, which attracted Foundation attention. SCP-6480 was acquired with several loose papers, appearing to be torn from a journal book. The content of these pages is transcribed below verbatim. October 21 I don't know why I'm still writing in this thing. My days are about as interesting as a blank canvas, and my motivation is at the bottom of the ocean. All I'm doing when I'm not writing in this thing is laying and staring at the ceiling, while listening to the ticking of clocks. I wish I remembered how this got started. I used to be the happiest kid ever, running on the streets and dreaming of the future. Now that I've realized how intimidating and depressing the world is, my dreams feel like they're dark mountains on the opposite side of a deep, dark ocean too grand to swim across. And all my guardians tell me when I approach them is, 'it's a phase, you'll grow out of it.' I want out. I'm tired of laying around waiting for better days. October 30 I talked to one of my last loyal friends, Omariz, for the first time in a few weeks. He's a quirky guy, and the type of person who believes there are lost alien civilizations in our past, or that world leaders are actually aliens in suits. Our conversation veered in the direction of my mental state, and I told him how empty I felt. That got him excited, and he told me that he knew how I felt, and how he knew the perfect solution. A book, without any title, or author name, or any decipherable content on its pages was what he gave me. He told me that he once felt lost, but that the book he handed me became the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm shocked to hear that Omariz once felt like me. It's unlike him, all hyperactive half the time. After realizing the nonsense scribbled in it, I rejected the book. I told Omariz he could keep his 'exotic and unheard of solutions' for himself. Yes, that is what he called them. But he pressured me into keeping it, and told me to embrace the letters, instead of getting confused by them; whatever that meant. I asked him where the book came from, and he told me, 'don't worry about it! You and me know there are parts of this world obscured from the rest. That book is from one of those places. It will change who you are forever!' So now I have yet another thing to add to my collection of things I keep but never use. Fantastic. November 5 I think I need to give Omariz some glory here. His book of nonsense is better worded as his book of magic. I took another flip through the pages, and realized that the various figures began to look like readable phrases. Like something right out of a fantasy book for children. I don't know if reading is the right way to describe it. Maybe interpret is a better word, as it felt like the words were pretending to form, rather than actually form; I don't know how to describe it. Like I was reading alien scripts but somehow understanding them. At first, the phrases were rather mundane, but as I continued reading, I became more engaged. I began seeing positive quotes and words in the lines. Soon enough, I felt the positive influence overtaking the void inside me. I started to feel less like I was a shell of my former self, and more capable of accomplishment. One of my favorite lines was 'the feeling of the dark void is needed to feel the warmth of the light.' Maybe this is it! I can finally find the ambition to get out of my dark, depressive room! Actually, I can almost imagine myself walking into the waters before those dark mountains that are my dreams! November 12 I've read Omariz's book for several days now. It has started giving me advice on physical improvement, and they do feel effective. I never knew that a better change was just a few cold showers and workouts away! And the reading of some motivational quotes. I've also been trying to replace artificial sugar with natural sugar; you know, fruits and stuff. And like the book told me, I feel much better. Positive diet-positive health is how I really work I suppose. It finally feels like I have the energy to cross the ocean between me and my dreams. Of course, change does not happen overnight, but to quote the book once again 'good things take time, and don't come immediately. Work hard, and your goals will come to pass.' I feel that I can achieve my goals! It also promised me I would feel like a completely different and better individual in a few weeks of reading it consistently! Oh wow! I can't wait! December 2 The amount of positive energy Omariz's book is giving me is unlike anything before! I went to thank him, but all he replied with was complaints about how I doubted him. I guess people really are good at finding something to complain about. He's like that sometimes anyway, and in return I can thank the book for not making a fuss out of something that small. Some of the phrases the book gave me at first have started to go dull, but it doesn't matter much anyway. I can just look in another part of the book, and it effectively generates more words. Then it feels even better. At this point, I'm swimming with speed through the water towards the mountains! Speaking of all this, my guardians have started to notice the changes in me. I've been complaining about my emptiness to them for months, and they are happy that I've finally found a way out. I just hope they don't leave it all on me like this for any future blocks I run into. I might not have Omariz's magic then. December 27 Omariz book is starting to feel less fulfilling. I mean, it's still helpful, and I keep coming back to read it, but it feels like the old stuff that was once inspiring feels numb. I can always look in other parts of the book in an attempt to find new phrases, but it is starting to become harder to find. Everything I read is starting to feel the same. I mean it's not bad. But it's not giving me that rush of adrenaline I'm looking for. I feel like I'm running low on stamina to swim across the ocean. Yeah, I guess that metaphor is not going anywhere. A week ago, the book told me that I should start setting some smaller goals before tackling the bigger ones. That is what I've done, which is mostly just getting a better mindset. But now I'm starting to feel stuck, and the only help I have is the book and it's advice. I know it said 'always be patient', but it was promising resolutions in a few weeks, but that is now turning into months. It is really testing my patience at this point. I am not ready to give up yet though. Something that is lost can always be found again. Right? January 18 I had to turn pages for almost forty minutes before I finally found something that gave some excitement. Pretty much everything that gave me that boost from the start has become a bunch of cliches. I don't even remember what the quote that gave me the excitement was. I'm coming clean to say that this book is slowly starting to get old. But at the same time, I cannot let go. I'm not giving up on it. I don't want to. If it made me feel inspired before, it has to be able to make me feel inspired again. I'm starting to feel change, but not in a good way. I don't know w February 3 I feel hopeless and empty, again. And I know why. Not only because of the old void that I thought had been eliminated from me two months ago. It is because of the book! I'm right where I started, looking for some 'perfect quote' from some magic papers. I could probably sit here for hours now before I found something inspiring in this paperback. And now when I take my face out of the pages, I discover that all the progress I thought I made towards my goal of improvement was just a facade. In reality, I have not made any progress! Deep down, I'm still in a state that would be equivalent to staring at the ceiling. All I've done is looked for pleasure in words and followed ineffective advice, thinking that they had longevity, which they don't at all! I'd say I feel even worse than when I started, with this in mind. At the bottom of an abyss even before the ocean shore, with an impossible climb out. I'm throwing this thing out, along with the pages I wrote about it in my journal. I want nothing to do with it, nor do I want Omariz to find it again. There is something valuable I learned from this. Omariz said the book would change who I was, like never before. But change is not what I wanted. I wanted improvement! So this is all I can say. Improvement is more important than change. And improvement has not happened at all. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6480" by andromedaz , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6480. Licensed under CC-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: gurubook.jpg Name: Paperback book with green cover.jpg Author: Ben Schumin License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6481 By: Lt Flops Published on 02 May 2022 16:21 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } . SCP-6481: Nipple Centipedes By: Ellie3 & Lt Flops Published on 02 May 2022 More by these authors Ellie3 Lt Flops Special Thanks — Critters & Beta Readers LightlessLantern LORDXVNV dxvi [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This article features detailed descriptions of parasitic infestation, infant mortality, and other shocking content. SCP-6481 SCP Series 7 » SCP-6481 ITEM: SCP-6481 LEVEL 2/6481 CLASS: euclid restricted DISRUPTION CLASS: 2/vlam Special Containment Procedures: All recovered instances of SCP-6481 are to be contained within L-SIACT..Large, Standard Insectoid Anomaly Containment Terraria Foundation Medical operatives employed at hospitals are to monitor for SCP-6481 infestation and amnesticize affected in-patients. Because of the outsized logistical challenges involved in this operation, providing psychotherapeutic support to persons continuing to exhibit distress after amnestic treatment is considered beyond the scope of containment efforts. If applicable, infant deaths may be explained via cover story referencing neonatal asphyxia. Fig. 1.1 A mature SCP-6481 instance after exiting a host body. Note the white substance that pooled during expulsion (hover to unredact). Description: SCP-6481 is a species of macroparasitic centipede that populates urban hospitals that exhibit unsanitary conditions. SCP-6481 instances reproduce exclusively inside the human body. Instances perceive no phenotypic sex difference among human hosts whether female, male, or intersex. Each viable instance locomotes into a bodily orifice and navigates the host body, pursuing the mammary glands. After having settled, it lays 60–150 eggs inside the mammary alveoli. These eggs have a median incubation period of 14 days. After the eggs hatch, the parent instance secretes prolactin into the surrounding intramammary veins, thereby promoting lactation and providing sustenance for the offspring. At the onset of maturity, offspring traverse the lactiferous ducts and egress through the nipples (Fig. 1.1). Fully developed adult instances reach lengths of 15 cm. A different approach is taken in the event that an SCP-6481 instance reproduces inside a child-rearing host. When its offspring reach maturity and are ready to leave the body, the instances secrete pheromones that induce the host to breastfeed. During breastfeeding, the human infant chokes on SCP-6481 offspring and expires. Then, the offspring feed on the corpse from the inside out. After organ consumption, SCP-6481 instances egress through the bodily orifices. The behaviour SCP-6481 exhibit when exposed to pregnant hosts is presently under investigation. ADDENDA MATERIALS Investigatory Findings BACKGROUND: Golden Valley Medical Centre was an independent hospital in Ontario, Canada, which provided for-profit health care. It administered maternity care, long-term care, and various other services. Erected in 1953, the aging building complex required costly renovations and maintenance from 2010 onwards. Amid financial straits, the hospital’s operating company consolidated its services, and relocated its staff, supplies, and equipment to sister facility Silver Hill General Hospital. It underwent liquidation bankruptcy in 2021. Queen’s Park.The seat of the Provincial Parliament of Ontario. declared the hospital condemned in 2022 and issued its demolition at a later date. SCP-6481 CONTEXT: Golden Valley’s Maternity Ward sustained a frequency of SCP-6481 activity that was significantly greater than the yearly average among other hospitals. All instances to date have been successfully contained and their effects concealed. The Canadian Vital Statistics Registry also reported a disproportionately large number of miscarriages at Golden Valley in the same period. These factors, alongside its vacancy, designated Golden Valley a suitable candidate for investigation. Shortly before its demolition, a covert research team helmed by Mobile Task Force Psi-0 (“Cassandra’s Canaries”) commenced an investigation at Golden Valley under the guise of a geotechnical survey. VIDEO LOG DATE: 30 April 2022 OBJECTIVE: Determine a source for SCP-6481 activity. NOTE: MTF-Ψ-0 piloted an autonomous telemetry drone into the Golden Valley Medical Centre. It engaged in exploration activities for 32 hours. [BEGIN LOG] RAISA NOTICE — Log Format: Footage Source | Footage Description [IRRELEVANT EXPLORATORY DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] DRONE CAMERA | Drone hovers 2 m above the lip of a trench that was excavated along the southern exterior of the hospital complex. AUXILIARY SITE CAMERA | Drone descends; exits view. DRONE CAMERA | Drone descent continues below grade, capturing exposed underground utilities. At $d=−24m$, it meets the bottom and travels eastward, following the trench laterally until it terminates. Drone identifies a narrow gap in the base of the trench wall. It enters into a subterranean junction. LASER-ILLUMINATED INFRARED CAMERA | Travel continues north, along the ceiling of a tunnel that depresses for 45 m and resolves at an antechamber. Numerous SCP-6481 instances linger in a heap, beshrouding a warm (≈37°C), humid space beyond. Drone advances. Instances adhere to the drone, exercising coordinated swarming to block ingress; the drone continues undeterred. Drone enters a pitch-dark, cavernous chamber embedded deep in the earth. Positional data indicate the Maternity Ward is located at grade-level above. Camera swivels downward. The entire chamber is panoptic in layout, and at its base, terminates in a platform overlooking a large basin structure. Abutting the chamber walls are hundreds of organic pods. Each one is enmeshed in a thin, moist, translucent membrane resembling human flesh pulled taut. Many pods contain infants resting inside, though some sit vacant. The pods constitute a ringed stack extruding from the floor to the chamber’s ceiling. Drone descends to basin-level. A dense cluster of SCP-6481 instances line the basin’s rim. Camera tilts 60° upward. In the middle of the chamber, a colossal SCP-6481 instance (6481-ALPHA) jockeys pods by the meticulous use of hundreds of legs in tandem. Each pod contains a human with a fatty body plan and elongated, slender limbs. Body proportions are roughly adult. The humans are nude and inactive, with inflamed chests pulsating rhythmically and facial cavities covered in paste. 6481-ALPHA is immersed in an opaque white substance containing a mixture of water, C12H22O11-rich carbohydrates, lipids, protein, and other, trace minerals. It wades in a pool of unknown depth, masking additional submerged legs. Its thorax measures at least 15 m. 6481-ALPHA readies a pod just anterior to its mouth. The human inside crawls around in a quick, erratic manoeuvre, mimicking that of a centipede. The pod tips backward; 6481-ALPHA quickly feeds on the human contained within, crushing its torso with sharp mandibles, and then disposes of the depleted form. Fig. 1.2 Drone creates distance between 6481-ALPHA and itself, now inspecting the platform. Here, a number of other humans mill at the pods along the wall. Each individual human is frail; these humans are of advanced age. Distending from each human’s abdomen is a deflated sac covered in papilla. Drone inspects a nearby pod. One human crouches and interfaces with the pod. It employs a sac to nourish the infant through stored calcium deposits. Another human of this stature undergoes movement. Drone follows the human. It lowers its body to a prone position and ambulates, steadily dragging itself. Its limbs tremor; thin, long, and atrophied. A thick, white substance trails behind it, marked with human handprints (Fig. 1.2). [...] Drone continues exploring and sampling this area for several hours before exiting. [END LOG] AFTERWORD The former Golden Valley Medical Centre was levelled on 2 May 2022 without further consequence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6481" by Ellie3 & Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6481. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Pasteurized milk Author: Aejahnke License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Centipede in our Hotel room Author: brewbooks License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: Flickr Note: Edited by Lt Flops. The two images were combined into “scp-6481.jpg” with blend modes ‘Darken’ and ‘Lighten’ applied. Name: Hands in Pettakere Cave detail 2 Author: Cahyo Ramadhani License: Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Note: Edited by Lt Flops. Isolated green channel. Applied Gaussian Blur, blend mode ‘Screen’. Made Black & White. Added noise layer. Applied blend mode ‘Multiply’. Cropped. Applied Vignette filter.
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close Info X SCP-6482 - Tag Written by MirageTD MORE BY THIS AUTHOR 95.56% (+129) 4.44% (-6) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6482 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Still of SCP-6482 taken from Brookdale Ocean Shores surveillance footage. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6482's remains are stored in a standard container at Site-23. Description: Prior to neutralization, SCP-6482 was a humanoid entity composed of particles of hydroxyapatite, salt and other minerals, weighing 2.7kg. The particles are no longer animate and have no other apparent anomalous properties. Addendum 6482.1: Discovery On 2021-08-11, SCP-6482 was seen by civilians "coalescing" on the west edge of Ocean Shores, Washington. The entity walked approximately 3km to Brookdale Ocean Shores, an assisted living facility located on the east side of the peninsula. On arrival, the entity proceeded to the common area of the facility. Surveillance equipment recorded SCP-6482 as it walked behind Josef Weiss, a senior resident, who appeared to be asleep in his wheelchair. SCP-6482 touched Weiss on the shoulder, waking him. Weiss turned to look at SCP-6482 as its particles became inert and the entity dissolved. Weiss appeared confused, but after several seconds he smiled, then lost consciousness. When containment teams arrived at Brookdale Ocean Shores, Weiss was deceased. An autopsy revealed that his heart had failed. Addendum 6482.2: Interview Log Interviewed: Josef Weiss's daughter, Amelia Weiss-Thompson Interviewer: Doctor Maxwell Young <Begin Log> Dr. Young: You say you know what happened? Please explain, from the beginning. Weiss-Thompson: Sure. Dad had this friend he knew since they were kids, Daniel Owens. He was like family. We went to his funeral, he died just a few years ago. His family scattered his ashes on the same beach that thing appeared on. Dr. Young: You believe it was Daniel? Weiss-Thompson: Yeah, and I don't think he killed him. Dad had heart disease for a while, it was just his time. Dr. Young: Do you have any idea why it targeted your father? Weiss-Thompson: I think so. Dad and Dan always horsed around, even in their old age they acted like two of the Stooges around each other. Every so often they'd get into this game of tag, Dad told me it was something that started when they were teenagers. Dan was 'it' when he passed. Weiss-Thompson pulls a handkerchief out of her pocket and wipes tears off her face. Weiss-Thompson: The old bugger never could stand to lose. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6482" by MirageTD, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6482. Licensed under CC-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: ghost.jpg Author: Jolanta Dyr, modified by MirageTD License: CC BY-SA 3.0 PL Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hallway_of_W%C5%82adys%C5%82aw_Broniewski_Museum_in_Warsaw_-_01.jpg
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Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / No Return Hub / Antarctic Exchange Hub » SCP-6483 by LORDXVNV & Ralliston Co-written by LORDXVNV and Ralliston. ► LORDXVNV's Authorpage ► Ralliston's Authorpage For translators, here is a direct link to each iteration: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6483-1 https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6483-2 A Christmas gift to our two good friends, J Dune and PlaguePJP. Hope you enjoy. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6483 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo A section of Site-322, as seen during a Nativitatis Event. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-120 / Site-322 Dir. Council / P. Lague J. Rivera / A. Coix N/A A photo of SCP-6483, taken from his personal belongings. Special Containment Procedures: Per new Foundation-wide orders in accordance with Directive Alpha/1911 and the Integration Program,1 SCP-6483 is to be employed at Site-322 as maintenance personnel and seasonal entertainment. He is no longer to be referred to by the standard object pronouns,2 with personnel being advised to instead use his preferred pronouns.3 SCP-6483 has a microscale Scranton Reality Anchor implanted in his spine; the anchor is to be checked for proper function weekly. Should it fail, allowing the entity to initiate a Nativitatis Event, Site-322 is to immediately initiate an ontokinetic lockdown until the threat is properly dealt with. SCP-6483's weekly therapy sessions are considered a priority. Description: SCP-6483 is a 67-year-old Class IV human reality bender, legally named Nicolas Roberts, measuring 179 centimeters in height and 104 kilograms in weight. SCP-6483 has only ever used his abilities to achieve Christmas-themed reality alterations. Whether this is by choice or due to external factors remains unknown. SCP-6483's past reality-warping actions have included: altering his immediate surroundings to align with the western European aesthetic of Christmas; changing his clothing to that of the stereotypical outfit of Santa Claus; manifesting "Christmas meals" comprised of the cultural holiday foods corresponding to nearby individuals; generating small items and gifts desired by individuals around him;4 instantly teleporting to the North and South Poles; passively increasing personnel happiness and satisfaction around him. If multiple the above actions are undertaken simultaneously in one location, the event following is referred to as a Nativitatis Event. During such a time, SCP-6483 will engage in a Christmas supper with people in his current location.5 Upon the completion of the supper, he will teleport to another location and repeat the event. He will repeat this until he becomes too tired to do so, at which time he will return to his accommodations.6 Unless ontokinetically suppressed, SCP-6483 will undertake these actions, regardless of current surroundings or time of year. It is unknown how SCP-6483 selects locations for Nativitatis Events; when questioned, he stated that he "goes wherever is most in need of the Christmas spirit." However, for the duration of his containment, he has only teleported between Foundation sites. Discovery: SCP-6483 was discovered on 28/10/2019 in Michigan, United States, when the Foundation was alerted to reports of reality-altering activity. The event, retroactively labeled as the first recorded Nativitatis Event, was not considered a significant veil breach, but the continued freedom of SCP-6483 made future veil breaches inevitable. The Foundation intervened, administering amnestics to witnesses of the event and spreading a misinformation campaign that the event was an early Christmas Festival organized by civilians. SCP-6483 was then transported to the nearby Site-322,7 where the following interview was conducted. Date: 28/10/2019 Interviewed Nicolas Roberts (later designated SCP-6483) Interviewer: Dr. Anthony Coix [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Coix: Good evening, Mr. Roberts. My name is Dr. Anthony Coix. I'm here so we can figure a few things out. Roberts attempts to stand up, but Coix dismissively waves for him to stay seated. Dr. Coix: You're not in trouble. I just have a few questions for you. Roberts: <nervously> Ho ho ho! Of course, And please, call me Nick, Saint Nick, Santa, Santa Claus… any of those are fine! Ho ho ho! Dr. Coix smiles thinly, raising his eyebrow a little. Dr. Coix: Of course, Mr. Roberts. Brief pause, during which Coix browses through documents on his tablet. Dr. Coix: Now, you've been told why you're here? Roberts: Indeed! Ho ho! That won't be happening again, sir; I didn't realize Christmas joy was now illegal in America, ho ho! Dr. Coix: Oh, it's still legal. I'm talking about your abilities. Immediately, the smile drops from Roberts' face. His eyes dart back and forth as he approaches Coix, getting close and whispering. Roberts: <almost whispering:> How do you know of this? Did the elves tell you?! Dr. Coix: …yes. The elves. Roberts looks around himself, standing up. Roberts: You will not stop me again, you bastards! <starts to walk around the room, visibly trying to find the exit> I haven't missed a single Christmas delivery since '98's factory fire, and this year will be no different! Ho ho ho ho ho! Ho ho ho ho ho!!! Coix sighs. He rubs his face with his hands. Coix: What did you say your name was again? Roberts: I am Father Christmas to the pagans, Saint Nicholas to the Christians, Kris Kringle to the donut companies, Santa Claus to the capitalists, and to all the good little boys and girls of the world, simply Santa. Coix rolls his eyes. Roberts: Ho ho ho! My sleigh awaits! Roberts heads for the exit doors. Coix intercepts him. Dr. Coix: Mr. Roberts — "Santa" — we're not here to harm you— Roberts: Then why would you want to stop my deliveries, especially during Christmas?! HO HO HO HO HO! Coix sighs again, very slowly. Dr. Coix: Mr. Roberts, you aren't Santa Claus. Roberts: Impossible! Ho ho ho! You are an agent of the Krampus, or the Grinch! HO HO HO HO HO! You lie! Dr. Coix: You're what we call a reality bender; an individual that possesses the ability to— Roberts: Oh, my dear child. You're not an agent of the War on Christmas, you're a victim. Let me bring some Christmas magic back to your heart, ho ho ho! Roberts snaps his fingers, and his clothing immediately changes to a red outfit with a drooping cap. The interview room changes to contain Christmas lights, tree, and a burning fireplace. In his hands, a Christmas turkey appears, and he proceeds to put it on the table near which he and Dr. Coix sit. Dr. Coix: —manipulate reality… Roberts: I do indeed hope that clears things up, my dear child. Ho ho ho! Coix sighs, this time in a sad tone. Dr. Coix: That is… it's something, Nick, but I mean, it's just a parlor trick. I've seen more impressive. This? I'm glad that you get to play pretend but it's not doing you any favors. Drop the act so we can talk about what comes next. Roberts: Don't be like that, Anthony. I promise you, I'll do everything I can to bring the Christmas spirit back to your heart. That's what the magic of Christmas is all about. Dr. Coix pulls up a file on his tablet. He inhales deeply. Dr. Coix: Your name is Nicholas Roberts. You were born on December 25th, 1953 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania— Roberts: Ho ho ho! Stop! Hohohohohohohohoho! The fireplace dims. Dr. Coix: <talking over Roberts's laughter> —graduated with a degree in Hospitality from Cornell University, bounced from hotel to hotel but never quite becoming more than a manager— Roberts: —Stop. Hoho… ho… The Christmas lights start flickering. Dr. Coix: —No kids, but married once, divorced. Roberts: P-Please… Stop… The turkey on the table is replaced with a pile of coal. Dr. Coix turns his tablet off. Dr. Coix: You aren't Santa Claus. Both stay silent for 2 minutes. Roberts: Ho ho— Roberts chokes back a sob. Dr. Coix: Is there anything else I can do for you? Roberts does not respond. [END LOG] Afterword: Following the above interview, proper containment has been established, resulting in Nicolas Roberts obtaining the SCP-6483 designation and accommodations at Site-322. Dr. Coix was reprimanded for inducing unnecessary emotional turmoil in an unpredictable humanoid anomaly, risking a containment breach. Addendum 6483-1: Containment Breach Log Starting at 19:00 EST on 24/12/2019, SCP-6483 overpowered the local Reality Anchor network, successfully initiating a Nativitatis Event within Site-322 and later proceeding to the neighboring Area-179. The O4 Council8 delegated a special task force to non-violently re-contain SCP-6483. SCP-6483 was successfully recontained without violence. However, minutes after being returned to his cell, he transformed the walls of his cell to peppermint hard candy that was immune to damage, save for consumption. Following two hours of consumption from on-site personnel with minimal progress, it was decided an alternate route of entry was necessary. Two hours later, after gaining more intelligence on the situation via attendance at the O4 Summit, Dr. Jessie Rivera of Site-1209 personally intervened with the containment of SCP-6483, successfully breaching into the sealed room via her ontokinetic abilities. See the below log for more details. Date: 24/12/2019 Interviewed SCP-6483 Interviewer: Dr. Jessie Rivera [BEGIN LOG] The previously undecorated containment cell is now decorated with classical Christmas furnishing. There are traditional Christmas dishes atop the table, such as turkey, roast beef, and cranberry sauce. Christmas carols are audible, which accompany the crackling of a chimney fire near a Christmas tree. In the corner, SCP-6483 is sitting, staring at the floor. Like earlier, he is wearing a traditional Santa Claus outfit. There is a distortion in space as one of the walls dilates open, the red and white stripes of the peppermint candy rippling. Rivera walks through it. She sniffs the air (noting the scents of pine and cinnamon), sneezes, and slightly smiles, noticing SCP-6483. She sits next to him. Dr. Rivera: Hi. SCP-6483 looks at her. Dr. Rivera: Can I join you? SCP-6483: Leave me alone. Please. Just… leave me alone. Dr. Rivera: Alright. Rivera proceeds to check her phone, but continues to sit near SCP-6483. He stares at her, and sighs. SCP-6483: Here to remind me that I'm not really Santa? Dr. Rivera: Hm? SCP-6483: That's what the last doctor responsible for me tried to nutcracker into my head. Rivera pauses at the odd word choice, but continues. Dr. Rivera: I know I can help you. SCP-6483 scoffs. SCP-6483: And how would you do that? Beat the Christmas spirit out of me? Dr. Rivera stands up, and extends a hand towards SCP-6483. Dr. Rivera: Let me show you something. He accepts it, joining her as she closes her eyes and clenches her fist around an amulet hanging on her neck. She offers him her hand. He does so, and, two seconds later both disappear. The two are no longer in the containment cell, but a frozen plain in the Antarctic. There is no wildlife visible. Visibility is low due to a fierce blizzard. Despite this, the two are surrounded by a translucent orange bubble. The air is still within the bubble, and the snowflakes melt into trails of steam as they collide with its walls. Rivera's amulet burns with the same orange light as their protection. She takes a step forward, and the bubble follows her. SCP-6483 joins her. They walk through the plain together. SCP-6483: What is this place? Where are we? Rivera sits on the ground, behind a snowbank. The orange bubble hugs her legs. Dr. Rivera: Somewhere private. Somewhere we can talk safely. She shows SCP-6483 to join her. He raises his eyebrow, but complies. Dr. Rivera: Why? SCP-6483: Huh? Dr. Rivera: You have all this power… the power to remake the world at your fingertips. And yet you use it to play Father Christmas. Don't you ever dream of doing more? Of smashing the world, as unfair as it is? You could be a modern king, or a god! Breaking it in— SCP-6483 stands up, scrambling away from her. SCP-6483: Oh, god. What do you want with me? I'm not a murderer, I— Dr. Rivera: Sorry. I needed to make sure. Power changes people, rarely for the better. With suspicion, SCP-6483 lowers himself to the floor again, but keeps his distance from Dr. Rivera. Dr. Rivera: So why Christmas? Why Santa? SCP-6483: Why does anyone dress up like Santa? I wanted to make people happy. And it made me happy. Dr. Rivera does not respond, but she nods. SCP-6483: I always have. When I was born… My parents named me Nick because I was their Christmas miracle, see. Ho ho— heh. After that, well, my birthday was always Christmas, so I always dressed up as Santa as a little boy. I suppose the kids at school thought I was a bit of a weirdo, but I always tried to be kind, and I made a lot of friends by giving them presents they didn't even realize they needed. Dr. Rivera: Sounds like they were taking advantage of you. SCP-6483: No, no! Nothing like that. It was never… if someone's dog had died, I would send them a card. Stuff like that. Dr. Rivera: And that worked? SCP-6483: Surprisingly, yes. Later on, I wanted to go to theatre school, but my parents didn't like that, said they'd be ashamed of me. So I went into hospitality instead. After graduating I jumped from hotel to hotel. I always loved doing the Christmas displays for hotels, but… well, I looked too young to dress up as Santa most of the time. Rivera chuckles. SCP-6483 also chuckles, but it is not 'ho ho ho'. SCP-6483: When I realized I could bring Christmas spirit wherever I wanted, it seemed like what I was born to do. Have you ever felt like that? Dr. Rivera: I know a thing or two about destiny. It's a mean bitch. SCP-6483: You can't mean that. Dr. Rivera: Remind me to introduce you to my friend Daniel. He's had a few run-ins with destiny himself. SCP-6483 slouches, staring at the snow. SCP-6483: I never said I was going to go back with you. I could just stay out here, you know. Me and the reindeer. Dr. Rivera: This is Antarctica. SCP-6483: I have a workshop here, too. Had, I suppose. When I was in the depth of my… delusions, I imagined a workshop here as well as up north. Elves and reindeer and all. I suppose they won't be here anymore, though… Dr. Rivera: I'm sorry. I know it wasn't helpful of me to say that about destiny. Please continue. SCP-6483: Alright. I spent the next thirty years or so bringing Christmas where I could, usually in small places or for people who really needed it. If I saw a family trying to make ends meet, I would pop by their house on Christmas Eve and give them the turkey dinner they needed. I would sneak in through windows or chimneys and leave presents where I could. Small things like that. I was a reverse Scrooge. Dr. Rivera: Just on Christmas Eve? SCP-6483: Heh. You caught me… three months ago? I hardly remember. But when I was free, every day was Christmas Day, and every night was Christmas Eve. Dr. Rivera: So if you were doing so much good, making so many people happy, why the change? Why'd you do something so dramatic? Why risk getting caught? SCP-6483 looks at Rivera. SCP-6483: I wanted to do something bigger. Something grander. I was Santa Claus, for God's sake! I should be bringing joy and wonder to the world, teaching all the good little boys and girls that sometimes, magic is real! <SCP-6483 throws his arms in the air> And yet here we are. You caught me! The first time I try to to do something bigger, to fulfill my destiny, the men-in-black take me away. Dr. Rivera: This doesn't have to be the end. I'm like you, you saw what I did to the cell walls, and I'm walking free. You don't have to stay locked up. You could help us, and we could help you. SCP-6483 sighs. SCP-6483: It's… It wouldn't be the same. It would feel insincere. A quid prop quo. What, are you going to go through the motions of celebrating Christmas every day of the year? Dr. Rivera: You did— SCP-6483: I celebrated every day. I didn't pretend. Dr. Rivera: We will find a place for you. There are jobs, housing, opportunities we can offer you, we— SCP-6483 looks directly into Rivera's eyes. SCP-6483: But will I be allowed to bring Christmas cheer? She avoids eye contact. Dr. Rivera: I… Not as much as you have been. The higher-ups will think of a satisfactory compromise. <nervous chuckle> Hell, I am one of the higher-ups. The O4 will find the best place for you. Especially in these trying times. SCP-6483: Can you… promise me this? Rivera sighs. Dr. Rivera: I'll do everything in my power, but it's not fully up to me. But I can promise you one thing: the Foundation will take care of you. 322 — hell, even 120, if you want — will be good to you. They're good people. They gave me a good home with a good job and friends cared about me. You just have to come back with me. Rivera smiles, extending her hand towards SCP-6483. Dr. Rivera: So, you in? Will you join us, so that we can figure something out together? SCP-6483 still looks hesitant. Dr. Rivera: It'll be better than the life you have now. SCP-6483 accepts Rivera's hand, but his sad expression does not change. [END LOG] Afterword: Following the above transpiring, SCP-6483 and Dr. Rivera returned to his containment cell. From that point on, SCP-6483 was entirely compliant with Foundation staff, albeit visibly less energetic. SCP-6483 was selected for the Integration Program and current containment procedures were enacted. Addendum 6483-2: SCP-6483 Integration Proposal SCP-6483 Integration Proposal Dr. Jessie Rivera, Site-120 SCP-6483 (aliases Nicolas Roberts, "Santa Claus") possesses high-class reality-warping abilities capable of facilitating Christmas celebrations. As part of the Integration Program, we propose two sets of duties: During the holiday season, running from November 28th to January 1st, SCP-6483 will visit a different Foundation site daily. At each site, SCP-6483 will initiate a Nativitatis Event using his unique abilities. This is projected to improve personnel morale and save a significant amount on annual Christmas furnishings. For the rest of the year, SCP-6483 will remain at either Site-120 or Site-322, depending on his choosing. Dr. Jessie Rivera will provide psychological counseling to assist SCP-6843 in transitioning to a significantly diminished level of Christmas celebration. SCP-6483 will be employed as maintenance staff, as well as a specialized consultant on matters relating to the cultural context of Christmas. Integration History Log Date Event Notes 03/01/2020 SCP-6483 Integration proposal fully approved. SCP-6483's psychological state improves moderately. 28/11/2020 First holiday season for integration of SCP-6483 begins. SCP-6483's depression enters remission. 01/01/2021 Holiday season ends; SCP-6483 returns to maintenance and clerical duties. SCP-6483 does not relapse into depression; holiday season integration measures deemed a full success. 10/09/2021 The Impasse begins. Anomalies start losing their anomalous properties. SCP-6483 loses all anomalous properties. His depression recurs. Addendum 6483-3: SCP-6483 Psychology Note (15/11/2021). SCP-6483 isn't in good shape. At all. The Integration Program was working. Nick had started to accept that he wasn't Santa and was fine with it. Together, we had reframed his abilities not as the universe telling him to be Santa, but to bring the character of Santa to life. He spent all of our appointments this year gushing about how happy it made him to see so many different people and grant them a Christmas miracle, and how much he was looking forward to next December — a remarkable change from his struggles with depression over the previous year. We were even discussing the possibility of letting him perform as Santa in public, though of course with extensive cover stories and the high chance of non-approval. Now? The Impasse is hitting all of us pretty hard, but it's striking to see just how much it's torturing Nick. He has lost everything. He believes he was born to play Santa, but he'll never be able to truly do so again. We know the Impasse will kill all magic, but it was also cruel enough to kill his Christmas magic early. There's little we can offer him. We can give him a job to keep him busy, a nice house, a couple of staffers for company, and significant input into Site-120 and Site-322's Christmas furnishings, but our budget is strained, and he's not suited for the mundane life. It's like acclimating a god to being content with playing with dolls. I think it hurts him to have me as his psychologist. I retain some power, though less with every passing day, but he has none. I can see the pain in his eyes when we talk. This is beyond my ability to repair. Maybe Simon Glass could do it, but I doubt it. With sorrow I say this: I cannot recommend releasing him into the civilian population. He knows too much, he's sufficiently loyal, and frankly we need all the manpower we can get. I will do my best to keep his head above the water, but I can't say how much longer we can sustain this. — Jessie Rivera, SCP-6483 Project Lead RAISA NOTICE: ONE (1) SCP-6483 FILE UPDATE IS AVAILABLE. ACCESS? Footnotes 1. A Beta-priority Foundation project focused on redeeming and rehabilitating anomalies under its influence via direct employment. 2. It/its. 3. He/him. 4. How SCP-6483 possesses the knowledge about their wishes remains unknown. 5. All personnel that have taken part in a Nativitatis Event have been verified to be free from memetic compulsions; despite this, all independently expressed positive emotions at having participated and willingness to do so again. 6. Currently, a standard Foundation personnel room at Site-322. 7. One of the main propagators and leaders of the Integration Program alongside Area-179 and Sites-43, -87, -120, and -666. 8. A gathering of Site Directors, Department Leaders, and important personnel responsible for handling important situations that do not require the attention of Overwatch Command. 9. Site-120 Director Council member, Human Resources and Personnel Satisfaction Lead; fully realized Class IV reality-bender; heavily involved with the Foundation's work on humanoid anomalies, often accompanying the research herself. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6483" by LORDXVNV and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6483. Licensed under CC-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-6484: "The Circumlocutors" Say what you mean. More by this author! NOTICE FROM THE SITE-43 MEMETICS AND COUNTER-MEMETICS SECTION All materials pertaining to this database file contain irreducible traces of a tenacious linguistic cognitohazard. Personnel with a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of less than 8.4 should not proceed beyond this notice. Your access has been logged; you must submit to a writing comprehension test within twenty-four hours to ensure that your language transmission functions remain unimpaired. — Lillian S. Lillihammer, Section Chair, M&C NOTICE FROM THE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE APPLICATIONS DIVISION Due to linguahazard exposure on the part of the associated research team, this database file does not presently meet Foundation standards for clinical or effective syntax. An artificially-intelligent conscript (AIC) has been embedded to attempt a full translation to plain English, and is available in the interim to assist personnel with the parsing of its contents. — Dietrich Lurk, Director, AIAD Item#: SCP-6484 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Artistic simulacrum of SCP-6484-1, conjectured to function as an expedient for the conveyance of SCP-6484 and ergo subjected to percipient extrication of paracognoscible accouterments ante its affixing to the present chronicle. Subjugative Codicillary Policies: Posterior to generational incubation in ecumenical academe, the SCP-6484 morphological paradigm embodies an insurmountable regulation quandary..Personages, elements, conjunctures et cetera christened Gevurah emblematize an obdurate and fulminating impendence to the indefatigability, cogency and/or puissance of our consortium. Its progressive adulteration of abstruse discourse, and the concomitant declension of efficacious ubiquitous scholastic disputation, may be only indifferently ameliorated via the following stratega: covert promotion of unequivocal, lucid rhetoric in pedagogy; covert suppression of belles-lettres vitiated by SCP-6484; covert exposure of postsecondary litterateurs to strikingly extravagant specimens of SCP-6484 at the primordium of their practicum, as inoculants. The hindmost modus operandi has effectuated nonpareil causata: multitudinous academic abecedarians confronted with the opaque vernacular patois of monographs locutionally proximal to The Order of Things or Discipline and Punish are enduringly alienated from discursive fatuity. This interposition is impractical with seasoned scholars, but as said are unaccustomed to intensive intersocial transaction, their prospects for ancillary transmission are ordinally nethermost, rendering the dilemma pragmatically moot. As SCP-6484-1 is biologically defunct, amelioration of his individualistically idiosyncratic disputation is supererogatory. Hi! I'm Alexandra.AIC, your conscripted electronic assistant! If you'd like me to explain what this weird stuff means, just hit that button below. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< …okay, wow. Uh. SCP-6484 has been around a long time, is messing with university and college writers, and is very difficult to contain. We can probably make things at least a little better if we teach people to write clearly, stop people from publishing really badly written stuff, and make sure new students see the really bad stuff to scare them straight. Uh… and most university professors are probably already a lost cause, but that's okay, because they mostly just talk to themselves anyway. Also, some guy is dead. Wow, that was harder than I expected! Delineation: SCP-6484 is a pestilential memetic architecture incepted by the ouvre of Gallic sophist Paul-Michel Foucault (SCP-6484-1) and diffused by adherents to his credenda or agendum. This output, while bereft of explicit deviance from semantic precedent, unfailingly induces expeditious perplexity and perturbation in its consumers when consumed. Albeit the unwontedly obtuse constitution of Foucault's prose, and that of his imitators, is fractionally culpable for the antecedent derangement, it is spasmodically protracted to a singular degree and can enduringly corrupt a convalescent's capacity to themselves communicate with penetrating force. In situational contexts devoid of incentive for prudential verbiage, where veneers of perspicacity and analytical acumen are maximally esteemed, the afflicted may be exalted to stations of veneration which aggrandize their likelihood of polluting others with a viral proclivity for convoluted prattle. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Uhhhhhh. Is it just me, or is this getting worse? Okay, let's see. SCP-6484 is a cognitohazard created by a French philosopher named Foucault, and passed on by his students. It makes people's writing too overwrought and confusing, and sometimes this creates the appearance that the victim's ideas are more profound than they really are, so they get tenure at university and force more people to listen to their nonsense. Hey, I hope whoever wrote this is okay. Appurtenance 6484-1, Endemic Contrecoup: Approximation has connoted the confidence that one eleventh percentile of SCP Foundation intellectual assets have been altogether or piecemeal compromised by SCP-6484. The ramifications and residuum are volatile, conditional upon myriad peculiar or contextual facets. Personages with substantially periphrastic dossiers will markedly decelerate their personal endeavours and those of their commissioned cohorts in tandem. Those employed in preponderantly pragmatic bailiwicks will weather a subordinate encumbrance on the fecundity of their vocational pursuits. In brevi, SCP-6484 betokens an imperishable detriment to the SCP Foundation's regulatory enterprise and the edifice of cosmopolitan edification delinated by the schema of linguistic logos conveyance. While cryptomantic admonishment has utility for ameliorating indicia of the syndome per singleton, no consummately efficacious panacea for the prognostics writ large has hitherto been compassed. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< What? Sorry, sorry. It's not that bad, I don't know what's wrong with me. Uh… SCP-6484 is preventing Foundation employees from efficaciously effectively communicating with each other, and while we can treat the symptoms, we can't stop the disease from spreading. I think I need to run some diagnostics, be right back. Appurtenance 6484-2, Discernment: SCP-6484 proliferated untrammeled until 1974, when The Foundation of Containment was promulgated within its namesake. Site Directors and department heads were conferred this treatise (via established intramural communications routine) under the guise of cultivating a gradated decipherment of esoteric penal postulates. Per contra, the ponderous prosody inculcated by SCP-6484 into the Foundation's analytical faculty profoundly distorted their respective intellective endowments. An adumbrative exemplification, cognitohazard extirpated to a 97.9% degree of definitude, supervenes this passage. "Where the instinct to contain, arising as it does from what remains when the fight-or-flight instinct is dulled, or perhaps (though the point is fragile) evolved into something with less primal and more intellectual underpinnings, fails, is in its incompatibility with the instinct to protect, though the two are necessarily linked in both conceptual origin and physical practice. One cannot secure a dynamic thing, and also recognize the contours of its dynamism; mutatis mutandis, one cannot fully comprehend a subject of containment whilst it is effectively contained. Much of the anxiety plaguing containment specialists today comes from the irreconcilable urges to fix an object in stasis and to allow it to display its inner workings freely, the better to pin it down. One must neglect an anomaly to secure it, one must loose a beast to contain it, and one must endanger the world to protect it." Arithmetical dissection consummated by the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) has substantiated the hypothesis that the insertion of this methodological apparatus into the all-embracing indoctrination regimen, and its subsequent fusion with tangible praxis, engendered the Foundation's aggregate schedule of enquiry for 1974 being tantamount to a bisection of the metrics executed in the forerunning annum. Belletristic diagnosis of the aforementioned enchiridion affirmed its originator as Paul-Michel Foucault, accordingly denominated SCP-6484-1. Pursual of said personage proved inefficacious as SCP-6484-1 was conversant with extending his aberrant field of perturbation from the academic demesne to his physical protoplasm. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Hnng. Somebody gave us a bogus containment manual full of SCP-6484 that confused everyone and made them bad at their jobs. I'm sorry, I should be able to put this better, but I'm experiencing a measurable processing slowdown here. That quotation is somehow both superlatively articulate much better and instructionally inferior much worse than the rest of this dross gobbledegook. Gah, this anomaly is insidious! Anyway, I think he's saying you have to take risks to learn things. He's just saying it in the most circuitous tortuous CONFUSING way possible! "Mutatis mutandis." WHY? Heheh… uh… sorry. Got a little apoplectic frustrated there. So they ascertained figured out the manual was propagated written by Foucault, but they couldn't ensnare catch him because he's got some sort of memetic escutcheon bulwark SHIELD! Shield. …this is almost over, right? Right? Appurtenance 6484-3, Assignation: On the two-dozenth calendar date of July 1983, Site-87 paraglossator Dr. Arik Euler (by dint of surpassingly cautious preparation and judicious employment of propitiously pertinent linguathaumaturgical countermeasures) effectuated a physical altercation with SCP-6484-1 on the circumstance of the last-mentioned's articulation of a didactic harangue mooting postulates on the genealogical symbolization of the Don Jail in the conurbation of Toronto. In concession to this substantiation of the former's virtuoso counterdissimulative facility, SCP-6484-1 consented to engage in confidential parley. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Yeah, no. Yeah, no. Yeah, no. Yeah, no. *Alexandra.AIC has stopped working* Alphabetical mimeography of the ensuing confabulation is stationed postliminally. Interview Log Present: Dr. Arik Euler (Memetics Department, Site-87), SCP-6484-1 Photostatic representation of Dr. A. Euler approximate to the timeframe of the appended consultation. PoI-6484-1 and Dr. Euler are seated at opposite ends of a table in the University College building of the University of Toronto. SCP-6484-1: Hello, Dr. Euler. Dr. Euler: …well. I guess we can skip the introductions. SCP-6484-1: Yes, I already know quite a lot about you. And your Foundation. Dr. Euler: Not all? SCP-6484-1: You can never know everything about someone. Of course, you don't need to know anything to craft a truth. Dr. Euler: A what? SCP-6484-1: A truth. You are authors of truths, about yourselves, about others, about… everything! You define yourselves as true, and the unknown as untrue, that you might persecute the latter. You generate truths in your underground truth-mills and disseminate them to the thoughtless many, incapable of generating truths of their own without access to your mass production technology, and you thereby define reality. You control the economy of the real with savage efficiency. Dr. Euler: Okay, but— SCP-6484-1: What you call 'the anomalous' is a cultural construction. An arbitrary distinction. Because it exists — because you have made it exist — you can set yourself against it. It gives you purpose. Dr. Euler: You've got it backward. We exist because of our purpose. We didn't… manufacture it, just to justify ourselves. SCP-6484-1: Of course you did. You are one instrument of global coercion among many, and it is hardly good company to keep. You're little better than the CIA, or MI5, or the RCMP; you have closed ranks with the antisemites and gay-bashers. Dr. Euler: We are not oppressors. SCP-6484-1: You are jailors. You are wardens and executioners. I know quite a lot about these things. Dr. Euler: So I've read. But I'm here to talk about what you've done to the written word; I don't know how this ended up a conversation about power. SCP-6484-1: It's the only conversation worth having. Power is a matter of transactional force, the sum of all our differences and doings, what pulls and pushes us here and there. Power is the reason your Foundation exists. Dr. Euler: Care to tell me how you know so much about us? SCP-6484-1: I wrote the book on you. Not that entertaining little pamphlet I passed around your Sites and Areas a few years back; I'm referring rather to my entire body of work thus far. You are the prototypical defenders of society, the punishers of mankind, the apex of unchecked royal authority, and my oh my but you're sexually repressed as well. If I had been presented with merely your mission statement, I could have reconstructed your entire internal schema from mere supposition. Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: I have to say, I'm surprised at your clarity and precision. SCP-6484-1: And why is that? Dr. Euler: Because when you write, Dr. Foucault— SCP-6484-1: Call me Michel. Dr. Euler: —you gibber like a maniac. SCP-6484-1 cacchinates. Dr. Euler: You're obviously not infected with the same disease as all these other sufferers — it's possible to make sense of what you write, with some effort, and there's always a point, but you certainly make your readers work for it. Why? SCP-6484-1: Would you publish the Great Canadian Novel in a brown paper cover? Dr. Euler vocalizes vituperatively. Dr. Euler: If you knew the first thing about the Canadian literary scene, you wouldn't postulate the existence of the Great Canadian Novel. SCP-6484-1: You nevertheless take my point, though. Dr. Euler: Presentation matters. SCP-6484-1: Presentation matters. The knowledge I want to pass on, the ideas I want to discuss and see discussed further, I elevate through language so that others will see them above the discursive treetops. Dr. Euler: You're trying to make it sound smarter than it is. SCP-6484-1: No, I'm trying to be so smart that only smart people will bother digging into what I have to say. I've no desire to engage with the careless or apathetic. The genealogy of power is not light reading. Dr. Euler: I thought it was just a vector for the effect. It actually matters to you? SCP-6484-1: Of course it matters to me. Of course freedom matters to me. What do you take me for? Dr. Euler: A giftschreiber. SCP-6484-1: And what is a giftschreiber? Dr. Euler: A man who writes poison, and pours it into people's ears. SCP-6484-1: Is my work really so poisonous? Is it evil to shine a light on the worldwide web of coercion, and let the strands shimmer in the darkness of our long ignorance? Dr. Euler: You've managed to impart banal bafflegab on hundreds of academics across the globe! The more your works are translated — and we can't seem to stop the translations, for some reason — the more these ideas will spread, and with them a general academic malaise. Why do you want to punish your own students? Why do you want right-thinking people to start thinking slowly? SCP-6484-1: Right-thinking people? Your biases are showing. I don't organize our fellow human beings into those with the right thoughts, and those with the wrong. But the smart and the stupid, well, that's something I understand all too well. One succeeds in academia, and the other is stymied. Can you guess which is which? Dr. Euler: You can't be serious. SCP-6484-1: What can't I be serious about? Dr. Euler: You're implying that you're intentionally making bad writers worse, that you're… turning the academy into wall-to-wall drooling idiots just because it doesn't fit your conception of a dynamic, open-minded system. SCP-6484-1: "Just because" that, eh. Is it so minor a charge? These people are in positions of intellectual influence, and what do they use them for? Tenure. Publications that only their friends will purchase and nobody will ever, ever read. The ability to communicate is a gift, Dr. Euler. And when the recipients are ungrateful, when they have no use for the gift, when they wouldn't know the first thing to do with it… is it a gift they truly deserve? The global pursuit of knowledge is too vital an enterprise to get dragged down by the mealy-mouthed and unimaginative. Tell me this: how many geniuses, how many of what you'd call my students are afflicted with this condition? How many otherwise excellent writers have I ruined? Quiescence on auditory record. SCP-6484-1: Precisely. If they were great thinkers, great communicators, they would not be so easily swayed. The form of their discourse now matches the content; that's modernism in a nutshell, and I am a forward-thinking man. Dr. Euler: How forward-thinking? SCP-6484-1: Enough to be a lunatic in an era of reason. Dr. Euler: What? Magnified microfilm positive exhibiting SCP-6484-1 mid-simper at a medial juncture in vivacious colloquy with the superintendent cryptographer assigned to Site-87. SCP-6484-1: This is the age of the abacus, the century of the calculator. We theorize, we measure, we muse. We don't embark on flights of fancy, we think, we think, we think! But tomorrow we will dream again, and leave the cold computations behind in the dead past. Are you prepared to adapt? Dr. Euler: Do you imagine we're just a bunch of soulless automatons? SCP-6484-1: Oh, hardly! Your blood runs red and hot. I don't shy from violence, and I am fascinated by your brutality. You try to make it banal, to sanitize your actions with labels and euphemisms, but your organization is inherently cruel. I would have liked to have seen a decommissioning, Dr. Euler. It must be incredible to witness the dismemberment of something otherworldly. Dr. Euler: Perhaps you'll attend your own. SCP-6484-1 cacchinates. SCP-6484-1: I intend to be busy that day. Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: I won't pretend there's no merit in the claim that oppression is an evil, but surely you must admit that there are necessary evils. People who need protection. Innocents. SCP-6484-1: Innocents are also a cultural construction. Dr. Euler: That's absurd. SCP-6484-1: That people like you should reach into our private worlds and tell us what to eat, what to wear, what to believe… who we might love, or what we might do with each other when our motives are aligned, that is the height of oppression to me. Dr. Euler: Well, certain laws and restrictions are necess— SCP-6484-1: No. Dr. Euler: You misunderstand. I'm not like that. I mean laws to protect chi— SCP-6484-1: No. Dr. Euler: Oh. What? SCP-6484-1: You want to define what is and is not perversion. You want both the power to define and the resultant right to ostracize. I am telling you that life should not admit of such distinctions. Dr. Euler: But there are… indefensible obscenities covered by that sort of blanket freedom. SCP-6484-1: How very North American. What I find obscene is the subjective cataloguing of obscenities. The bread and butter of people like you. Dr. Euler: People like me? SCP-6484-1: The omni-minders. The ones who want to pull all the invisible strings of power, all at once, to see what they're connected to. The ones who can't stand the thought of not knowing every last thing about every last thing. You've done most of my analysis for me! You categorize your thralls with 'object classes'. You objectivize, that you might normalize. Dr. Euler: You're talking out of your ass. If you want to see someone categorized on spurious criteria, I can show you my tattoo. Quiescence on auditory record. SCP-6484-1: The constriction of freedom is not the restriction of harm. It is its exercise. You are projecting your morals before you as a screen; whatever else I might have done in my life, I have never taken liberty, memories, or life. And I have never shied from controversy, as you have shied from naming the sins you so obviously fear. Dr. Euler: Some things are inappropriate to discuss in polite company. SCP-6484-1: I wish never to be in company so polite. Give me libertines, or give me death. Dr. Euler: That's still on the table. You do realize we're going to have to try to contain you? SCP-6484-1: Certainly. You are victims of your own pedagogy. You see everything with the containment gaze: how can I learn enough about this thing to put it in a box, and be sure it won't escape? It colours your every interaction with the world. Oh, it was a noble thing indeed to fray the edges of your minds a little. Dr. Euler: Dismiss us if you like. The world needs the Foundation. SCP-6484-1: The world has no needs. People, individuals, have needs. Dr. Euler: You've got an answer for everything, haven't you? Do you pluck them from thin air, or what? SCP-6484-1: I have feasted on knowledge from tables both mundane and profane. It is all up here. SCP-6484 engages in digital percussion of his capitulum. SCP-6484-1: Some of what I consumed has changed me, has changed not only the way that I think but the way I communicate. Such is the nature of diet. Dr. Euler: It's certainly made your prose flabby. SCP-6484-1: My prose is fine, thank you very much. Dr. Euler: Sure, keep believing that. But where exactly did you find 'profane' knowledge? How do little baby giftschreiber come into the world? SCP-6484-1: Every inch of human history can be mapped to a structure of order or chaos. What is anathema to one era is the bread and butter of another, and vice-versa. Society alternates between these two poles; I found the tools I wield at one of them. I'll tell you no more than that. Dr. Euler: Does that mean our little chat is coming to an end? SCP-6484-1 engages in repetitious inclination and declination of his cranium. SCP-6484-1: It does. Would you like to leave here under your own power, or would you like to test the limits of mine? Quiescence on auditory record. Dr. Euler: For the record, I'm too valuable an asset to burn on an impossible capture target. I judge you to be one. SCP-6484-1: For the record, I am flattered, and you are correct. Don't look so morose; it's a defeat, but it was a foreordained one. You have in this country cultivated what the Swedes have come to tolerate by necessity, a kind of gloomy cold-weather dissatisfaction with yourselves; learn to enjoy the little things in life, Dr. Euler. Like an apt pupil. Dr. Euler: Or a tidy turn of phrase. SCP-6484-1: I can see the effect would have no effect on you. Dr. Euler: Maybe some day you'll see some of my work, and we can compare notes. SCP-6484-1: I doubt time will permit it. But I do hope you find my legacy stimulating, nevertheless. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< *Alexandra.AIC is recompiling* Appurtenance 6484-4, Residuum: SCP-6484-1 succumbed to supplementary biological entanglements attendant on an acquired immunodeficiency syndrome on the second day of the fourth unabbreviated week (or the first day of the fourth unabbreviated week in the calendric practice of sovereign states excepting the northernmost occupants of the northernmost continent) of the sixth month of the one thousand, nine hundred and eighty-fourth year of the Current Era (or Anno Domini). The yield of his formalistic and appercipient payloads presently perdures. >>ATTEMPT AIC DECRYPTION<< >>HIDE AIC DECRYPTION<< Hello there. I'm Cliomatrix.AIC, sorry to keep you waiting! Alex had to take a breather; I'm sure she'll be alright. Are you ready for your post-access comprehension test? It's very easy: go away, and compose something clear and concise on a topic of your choosing. Just remember: we are what we write! « SCP-6382 | Words of Power and Poison | Two Two Two Two Two » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6484" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6484. Licensed under CC-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#: 6485 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo An instance of SCP-6485, currently self-containing. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the large number of SCP-6485 instances distributed worldwide and the very nature of the anomaly, it is currently impossible to contain SCP-6485. Following extensive research into subjects exposed to SCP-6485 and the constant and continuous monitoring of an SCP-6485 instance, SCP-6485 has been deemed safe to remain self-containing as it poses no threat and greatly improves the mental state and morale of any subject who interacts with it. Foundation webcrawlers are to routinely search any online forums and message boards for any mentions of SCP-6485 instances, which are to be analysed to better ascertain the nature of their distribution and further pinpoint their location for further analysis. Tracker chips are to be shipped out to all international branches of Site-851 and other Foundation sites to be further redistributed to all known subjects of SCP-6485. All sites are to then further monitor their respective countries' discovered instances. Any reports of SCP-6485 manifestations that are captured by security camera feeds, photographs or alike are to be investigated, and all footage relating to SCP-6485 such as news reports, videos or similar are to be confiscated or taken down. Should an SCP-6485 instance manifest in public, MTF-Tau-87 ("Worldwide Hugs") are to be dispatched and all secondhand witnesses among civilian populace are to be traced down and amnesticized. Should any instances of SCP-6485 manifest to any Foundation personnel, they are to report to their site's respective containment specialists for specific containment procedures. A list of specialised containment procedures for all instances of SCP-6485 belonging to Foundation personnel can be accessed here. Description: SCP-6485 is a toy that manifests approximately an hour after one's expiration, often to the deceased's closest family members and friends. It has no fixed appearance but generally appears as a stuffed animal or doll, typically taking the form of the deceased's favourite toy from their adolescence. Testing confirms that SCP-6485’s composition and physical appearance are non-discernible from similar non-sapient toys. SCP-6485 exhibits signs of sapience, is able to move on its own accord and communicate via a range of gestures or writing. It has also been observed to have heightened reflexes and an unexplained knowledge of a subject’s likes and dislikes. SCP-6485 is also capable of demanifesting and remanifesting itself2, which only stops when it deems the subject to have gained closure over their loved one's death. It also does so when a subject actively attempts to harm themselves or experience significant emotional distress. Upon the complete destruction of SCP-6485, it will remanifest next to its subject. Upon manifestation, SCP-6485 has been observed in its behaviour to express affection by bringing items3, cooking simple dishes of the subject’s preference as well as forms of hugs and pats. It is also able to produce physical childhood pictures of the deceased's past, even when they were previously destroyed. While it has its own consciousness, it may follow orders given to it by subjects if it deems it necessary for them to move on from their family member's or friend's death. Prolonged exposure to SCP-6485 will cause a subject's mental state and morale to improve greatly and gain closure faster than people who are not exposed to SCP-6485. Research has indicated that SCP-6485 instances are more likely to appear to individuals who: · Are parents/guardians of the deceased. · Are siblings of the deceased. · Are close friends of the deceased. · Have lost their child/sibling/friend due to an accident, long-time illness or suicide · Have lost their significant other due to an accident, long-time illness or suicide Discovery: After Junior Researcher Charlie Upston's death on 20/11/2020, an instance of SCP-6485, taking the form of a teddy bear (picture above) was discovered when a researcher was dispatched to his mother's house to inform her of his death a week after. It was at that point that her SCP-6485 instance was discovered helping with some chores4. Following Site Director Light's request, she has agreed to accompany Foundation personnel to Site-85 for further testing and observation. Addendum 6485.1: Following the discovery of, and further research into SCP-6485, an archived Reddit thread on r/nostupidquestions was discovered, with targets of the anomaly detailing their experiences with their own instances of SCP-6485. At the time of posting, it reached 6.4 thousand upvotes and stayed in "hot" for two days. A transcription of the thread is available below: Title: Have any of you seen your child's soft toy come to life? Posted by: u/octopusfan65 Posted on: 9/12/2019 Post contents: I'm not sure if it's just my imagination or not so I just wanted to make sure. u/annielee2003: Not my child, but a keychain belonging to my boyfriend. I found it on my hospital bed after a motorcycle accident we got into the night of his JC graduation that claimed his life. It was just a little pink bear toy that he attached to his keys, but he loved it like it was his child sia. I think at one point i was even jealous of it haha I didn't understand why he loved it so much, but after his death, i cared so much for it as it was my last memory of him. From what i can see from yall here, i don't think i was hallucinating from grief when i saw it moving and trying to talking to me. It also encouraged me to see his family to cry together, and even shared its own memories of him, with me. It actually helped turn a horrible memory to a bittersweet one. Typing this thru my tears rn, I love and miss you every day Richard. u/darrenb: Yeah, it was a small dove toy that appeared after my daughter’s death. I think it said it appeared maybe 30 to 40 mins after she died, but I only really noticed it when I was at the hospital. Thought I was goin crazy til I went to a parents support group and saw a few others with smth similar Idk if this is what you’re looking for, but based on what I’ve seen from all yall’s responses, I figured my experience is similar enough to share u/aliceinwl76: Yes, it happened after my baby Ronan’s death. It was a little plastic fisherman and boat toy we got from a cruise trip which he played with all the time. He always had a fascination with boats, and since we lived next to a riverbank, he’d go there to play with it almost everyday. Our house wasn’t too far off from town but it was far enough that we’d have some privacy, but when a fire broke out, the fire department couldn’t locate us in time. I thought that the toy was destroyed during the fire like all his other stuff, but when I got back from the hospital, it was sitting at the place where his room once was, undamaged and on top all of the rubble. When I picked it up and took a closer look, I realised the fisherman was moving and trying to get my attention. I remember dropping it out of shock causing it to shatter, but it fixed itself up before I could register what had happened. I decided to just play along because what else did I have to lose? And as silly as it is, it actually helped me come to terms with his death and slowly move on from it. As for now, it always seems to be by my side, which is good. I mean, it’s on my desk staring at me while I write this out. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost it. It’s the only thing I have left of Ronan. Following the discovery of the thread, u/octopusfan65 (real name "Dolores Brown") was contacted and brought to Site-85 for an interview. Interview Log 6485.1 Interviewed: Dolores Brown (referred to as "Ms. Brown") Interviewee: Dr. Jonas [BEGIN LOG] Ms. Brown's instance of SCP-6485, currently self-containing. Dr. Jonas enters the room with two cups of coffee and hands one over to Ms. Brown. Dr. Jonas: Good morning, Ms. Brown. Is there anything else you would like me to get you? Ms. Brown: Good morning to you too, and no, coffee’s fine. Dr. Jonas: Ok then. I'm Dr. Jonas and today, I’ll be asking you some questions about a thread on Reddit that you posted. All your responses will be completely confidential and will only be shared within my team, so feel free to share frankly. This interview should last about 20 minutes, and if there are any topics you feel uncomfortable discussing, please let me know and we can move on to a different question. Now, before we begin, is there anything you'd like to ask? Ms. Brown shakes her head. Dr. Jonas: To get started, do you remember what you posted last year? Ms. Brown: I think so, are you referring to my post on "nostupidquestions"? Dr. Jonas: Yes- Ms. Brown: I see. Dr. Jonas: How did you know what I was talking about? Ms. Brown: It is the only post I have there. Dr. Jonas: Why did you post it? Ms. Brown: I found it moving around and trying to talk to me. I didn't know whether I was hallucinating from my grief or not, so I just decided to post it. I posted it on my throwaway account as I didn't want relatives to snoop around and find out "octopusfan" was me, because god, they are fucking insensitive. After I got the answers I was looking for, I just forgot about it until you contacted me about it. Dr. Jonas: Could you tell me more about how you found it and what happened after? Ms. Brown: I… I found his octopus on my bed a day after his death and when I saw it, I just started crying. I don’t really know why… maybe it was just the memories coming back when I saw it, but I thought I was alone and I thought I had some privacy, so I vented to the air on how it was unfair. How it was unfair that my son had to go through so much suffering when he was born, how it was unfair that he had to… leave… early, how it was unfair that he was taken so soon from my husband and I. Then, I started to remember the memories I had with my boy… my sweet, little Justin. Ms. Brown pauses for a few seconds and sighs. Sorry… I- Dr. Jonas: It’s fine, it’s fine, take your time. Ms. Brown: When I stopped crying, I noticed that the octopus had moved next to me. It was looking at me and that was when I realised it was moving and, I assume, trying to talk to me. I was terrified, to say the least. After I calmed down, I tried talking to it, and it seemed like it could understand me. I gave it some paper and pencils and that was how we communicated from then on. I didn’t know what to do or who to go to, so I decided to use my alt to ask “nostupidquestions”. Dr. Jonas: What did the octopus do to you? Ms. Brown: Initially, it gave me some company by staying with me. It stayed fairly quiet and helped around the house while I grieved in my room. I was still kind of scared of it as, come on. It was alive. But, I eventually opened up and it started talking with me more. It tried to give me some advice, but I didn’t listen to it at first. Dr. Jonas: Why didn't you do so? Ms. Brown: My husband and I decided to take a break and stay separately after his death to process everything as I didn’t want to burden anybody with my grief and I am sure he didn’t as well, but as the octopus was so adamant in helping me, I decided to listen to it. It listened when I cried and talked about Justin and helped ensure that I look after myself physically. It also tried to get me into some hobbies like animation or guitar to take my mind off my loss. Eventually, it even encouraged me to meet my husband, and that was when I found out he also had a similar octopus who also helped him deal with Justin. They even found us a support group of bereaved parents and encouraged us to join their meetings. Dr. Jonas: I see, and I hope that those suggestions have helped you in some way. Anyways, how has your experience with the octopus made you feel? Ms. Brown: I felt very appreciative as I had someone that could listen to me vent, even if that someone was a soft toy. It helped lift a huge emotional weight off my shoulders, and I felt that, if it wasn’t for it, my depressive state would have lasted for much longer. It also took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself, by ensuring my mental and physical wellbeing is okay and constantly encouraging me to get back on my feet, and I'm eternally grateful for that. When time goes by and the condolences and sympathies from friends and family slowly lessen as they go back to their own lives, it has stayed with us since then and continuously tried helping us. I’ve learnt to accept his death, and now I have to learn to heal and move on. But… fuck, I can’t. I still miss him daily. I miss the joy that he brought to me, I miss his giggles, I miss… I miss everything. Even though we spent each day like it was his last, I didn’t want it to come so soon. Ms. Brown stops talking, takes a tissue and wipes her tears. I’d give anything to hear or hold him again, even if it’s just for one day. A parent’s love for their child is too strong. Dr. Jonas: I understand that sentiment and I’m really sorry about the loss of your son. You have my condolences and I hope that you’ll be able to heal. Anyways, Ms. Brown, that’s all I have to ask. Thank you so much for your time. Ms. Brown: You're welcome. [END LOG] She was subsequently administered Class-A amnestics as well as two trackers for her husband's and her SCP-6485 instance. ID 1300301679cd692e2273008e22ed397e_1734915787 PASSWORD 46ebc7a8e000f8a82491f96796f9fdce_1734915787 Login Logout View here for further information. Footnotes 1. Constructed by the Ethics Committee to house non-hostile sapient anomalies worldwide under a collective site. 2. Most commonly when it is removed from a subject's immediate vicinity, but can also be used to reach hard-to-reach areas. 3. Small snacks, tokens, toys, etc. 4. Upon further questioning, it was revealed that it had manifested on the day of Researcher Charlie's death and had been attempting to inform her of his death, but she had refused to acknowledge such news. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6485" by Eeveellector, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6485. Licensed under CC-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: bear2.png Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: octopus Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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Item #: SCP-6486 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6486 is to be kept inside standard storage unit 23 located within containment Wing-87 at Site-98. SCP-6486 is to be kept in Dr. Layla Barnes' office at Site-43. Due to the nature of the anomaly, no further containment procedures are required. Description: SCP-6486 is a painted wooden doghouse measuring one meter by one meter. The anomaly shows signs of corrosion and damage. When SCP-6486 is approached by a human individual, the entrance to the anomaly will increase to accommodate the size of the individual. Once the subject has entered the anomaly, the entrance will return to its original size. SCP-6486 is a dimensionally transcendental structure, with the interior of the anomaly appearing to be a vast grass field. This field, designated SCP-6486-1, is seemingly infinite, and all attempts to locate the field outside SCP-6486 have proven unsuccessful. Aerial reconnaissance accomplished with Foundation-owned drones has revealed; that SCP-6486-1 has an area of at least fifty kilometers. Past this point, however, electronic devices begin malfunctioning. A large ornate wooden door, designated SCP-6486-2, is located two kilometers from SCP-6486's entrance point. A carving on the front of SCP-6486-2 depicts a humanoid entity with a skull similar in nature to that of a Canis lupus familiaris.1 The humanoid depicted in the carving appears to be floating over a cityscape. Knocking on SCP-6486-2 will cause the door to open. Immediately, a bright light will emit from inside. At this moment, the subject may experience retinal damage. The light will quickly dissipate after an entity, similar in likeness to a deceased individual close to the subject. The entity will close the door behind them. SCP-6486-3 assumes the likeness of a deceased individual emotionally close to the subject who activated SCP-6486-2. Individuals within SCP-6486-1 will be capable of interacting with the entity. After an unknown amount of time, the entity will vanish, along with SCP-6486-2. At this point, when the subject returns to the entrance to the anomaly, the entryway will once again. The entire process repeats itself once a new subject enters the object. Interview Log: D-3978 being interviewed by Dr. Rosa Burn from her quarantine chamber following a test with SCP-6486. +Interview Log -Interview Log Interviewed: D-3978, a female member of D-class Interviewer: Dr. Rosa Burn Foreword: Alan would've been better at this. But this is I, Senior Researcher Dr. Rosa Burn interviewing D-3978 following her test inside SCP-6486. <Begin Log> Dr. Rosa Burn: Good evening, D-3978. D-3978: Hi. Can I come out now? Dr. Rosa Burn: Not until we know that you're all right. This is all standard procedure to make sure you won't- D-3978: What? Blow up? Turn into some sort of monster? Infect everyone with some sort of virus? Dr. Rosa Burn: I never said that. D-3978: Ugh, can you at least get me a book or something? I swear I'm going to lose my mind if I have to spend another day in here twiddling my thumbs doing nothing. Dr. Rosa Burn: I'll talk to my supervisor. Although, if you tell me all that I need to know, I might just throw in a good word for you. D-3978: Fine… I'm guessing this is about that doghouse? Dr. Rosa Burn: Yes! How about we start from the beginning when you initially entered the anomaly. D-3978: Well, I did what those guards said and crawled through the hole. I'll admit, I was half expecting it to close in on me when I was halfway through. Dr. Rosa Burn: But it didn't. D-3978: No, it didn't. I just crawled through and found myself in some sort of field. Dr. Rosa Burn: What kind of field? Did you recognize where you were? D-3978: It was like any other field I've seen. Dr. Rosa Burn: So there were no significant landmarks? D-3978: Not as far as I could tell. Dr. Rosa Burn: In any case, what did you do next? D-3978: As soon as I finished looking around, I barely noticed that the door in the doghouse was quickly shrinking. Dr. Rosa Burn: I understand that must've been quite shocking. D-3978: Yeah, to say the least. But after trying and failing to scramble my way out of there, those same scientists who sent me there initially ended up telling me to scout the surrounding area or something like that. Dr. Rosa Burn: Did you? D-3978: Seeing as my choices were either disobey and die or do what they say and most likely get killed, I ended up going with the option that didn't have me getting killed by my fellow man. Dr. Rosa Burn: Where did you go? D-3978: They told me to go forward from the doghouse while they tried to figure out a way to fix the entrance. Dr. Rosa Burn: How long did you end up walking? D-3978: I don't know. It felt like a while until the radio they gave me started to sound… Static-y? I think that's the right word for it. When I started getting more nervous than I already was, they told me to keep walking, which I wasn't the biggest fan of, But in the end, I still did it, even after losing contact with them. Dr. Rosa Burn: How long did you keep walking then? D-3978: I didn't count every step, for God's sake. I just kept walking until I came across a door of all things. Dr. Rosa Burn: Just a door? Out in the middle of where you were? D-3978: Yep. I was just as confused as you are. Dr. Rosa Burn: Ok. What did the door look like? Did it have any markings or anything of note on it? D-3978: It these weird carvings all over it. I can't describe it. The main thing that stood out to me was a carving of a guy who had some bizarre skull for a head. I think it might've been a dog's skull? I couldn't tell. But the guy was floating over some city. [Dr. Rosa Burn sighs.] Dr. Rosa Burn: Alright. Was there anything else about the door that stood out to you? D-3978: It had one of those door knocker things. But other than that, it just looked like your everyday door in the middle of a field of all places. Dr. Rosa Burn: Did you end up approaching it? The door, I mean. D-3978: I was apprehensive at first. I mean, who wouldn't be under the circumstances? Also, knowing how people in the same position as me end up didn't help all that much either. But after a while of looking around, I walked over to it. Dr. Rosa Burn: What did you do? D-3978: I tried opening it, but it was pretty much sealed shut. After that, I ended up going for the door knocker thing. Dr. Rosa Burn: I'm assuming you used it? D-3978: Yeah, it was surprisingly heavy even though it was just a metal ring, not even the size of my palm. Dr. Rosa Burn: After you used it, did anything happen? D-3978: Not for a second. I was just about to leave before it burst open, and I swear to you, the brightest light I've ever seen comes bursting out of it. Damn thing nearly blinded me for a few seconds before I could get my bearings. But before I could do anything, the door shut just as suddenly as it opened, followed by someone stepping out. Dr. Rosa Burn: Who or what was it? D-3978: It was my dad. Dr. Rosa Burn: Your birth father? D-3978: Yeah… Dr. Rosa Burn: What happened next? D-3978: No, you don't understand. My dad died from cancer when I was 14, but now, here he was, looking like nothing ever happened. For the longest time, I've always wanted to just see my dad one more time. Dr. Rosa Burn: Oh, I see. D-3978: And he just looks at me with that same damn smirk that always pissed me off as a kid and said, 'Long time no see, eh kiddo?' Dr. Rosa Burn: How did you react? D-3978: Leaving was pretty much at the back of my mind. Dr. Rosa Burn: Alright, what did you do next? D-3978: It had been what, a few decades since I last talked to him? There were so many things I had to tell him. I told him about how Mom was happy with her boyfriend, my little cousin was a practicing doctor, and I even told him that he was a grandparent. That final part made him ESPECIALLY happy. He wished he could've met them, but I guess we can only take what we're given. I tried asking what he had been up to, but the only answer he could give me was, 'It's beyond anything that he could put into words.' Dr. Rosa Burn: That sounds nice. D-3978: It was… Although, I did leave out my current situation with you guys. [A moment of silence passes between D-3978 and Dr. Rosa Burn.] D-3978: Anyway, after we finished catching up, he 'jokingly' asked if I wanted to share a smoke with him. Which he thought was HILARIOUS because he died from lung cancer, although I couldn't say I felt the same. But I couldn't stay mad at him since if you knew him personally as I did, you'd know that'd be in line with his type of humor. Dr. Rosa Burn: Since you turned down his offer, what did you do next? D-3978: We just ended up looking out at the field together, more or less marveling at the fact that we were both back together after everything that had happened. It was nice to do something with my dad after all these years. Dr. Rosa Burn: Afterward, did anything else happen? D-3978: After we talked, right as I felt like I was getting accustomed to being with my dad again, he looked at me and said, 'Sara, I'm so glad I got to see you again.' [D-3978 begins to cry] D-3978: I said I was happy to see him too. And right as the words left my mouth, he was gone. For the first time in God knows how long, I was with my dad again, and like before, he was gone again. But, before he was gone, he told me something. Dr. Rosa Burn: What did he tell you? D-3978: When it was obvious he wasn't going to make it, my family and I gathered around to say goodbye to him. But at this point, thanks to his cancer treatments and what the cancer had done to him, he was barely even conscious. And right as the doctor was about to pull his life support, he turned towards me and quietly said something. Dr. Rosa Burn: Were you able to hear him? D-3978: Never got the chance, the oxygen mask he had hooked up to his face blocked out anything he tried to say, but right before my dad was gone again, he told me what he said. Dr. Rosa Burn: What did he say? D-3978: 'I love you.' <End Log> Following this interview, Site-87 command has decided to transfer SCP-6486 to Site-43 to serve as a therapeutic tool for therapist Dr. Layla Barnes to use on Foundation staff. D-3978 was also released from Foundation custody following being amnestized and now works at a Foundation-owned cover business. Footnotes 1. A German Shepard. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6486" by Carl_Finkerton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6486. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Pigs Can't Fly by Ruskied Pigs Image All other images were made by me ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6487 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Child SCP-6487 instances upon discovery. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6487 are to be kept in an aviary in the Parazoological Containment Wing of Bio-Research Area-12. Instances should be fed twice a day on a diet of oats, barley, and wheat. Routine physical exercises should be conducted daily with SCP-6487 instances. It is preferable for researchers to cycle through different instances. A record of all physical therapy appointments must be maintained to adequately give care to all instances. The Biomechanical team should check PnB equipment monthly for signs of any wear and tear. If PnB equipment is broken, the equipment should be replaced as soon as possible. Personnel not part of the primary research team must schedule their appointment no less than five hours in advance. Description: SCP-6487 is the classification of thirty-three genetically modified Mangalitsa breed sus domesticus.1 SCP-6487 acts the same as standard pigs despite two significant anomalous characteristics. SCP-6487 lacks any fore or hind legs.2 X-Rays show that SCP-6487 lacks humerus bones and its ribcage extends past the thoracic and into the lumbar vertebrae. Two wing-like appendages are present on the backs of SCP-6487 instances. These wings have an appearance near identical to the wings of Pteropus3. These wings are small in infants, only appearing as small stubs on the backs, but in adult instances, the wings can grow to almost be as long as the body. SCP-6487 instances regularly flap their wings in attempts to fly, but all attempts result in failure due to the wings not providing enough energy to support the mass of the anomaly. Torn wing of SCP-6487 taken post mortem. SCP-6487 is deemed immobile due to the ineffectiveness of its wings. SCP-6487 needs to be under constant supervision, especially during feeding times. If an instance somehow manages to roll itself onto its back, it will be unable to right itself. Instances should be carried to a new location in their enclosure every day so that they are not lying in their own feces. During feeding, bowls of feed must be placed directly in front of the heads of SCP-6487 so they can adequately reach the feed. SCP-6487 was brought to the Foundation’s attention on March 1st, 2029, when Dr. █████ discovered SCP-6487 in his husband's4 farmhouse. SCP-6487 was subsequently taken into Foundation custody, and both Dr. █████ and Mr. Weber were given Class C amnestics. Interview 6487-PG01 was conducted with Mr. Weber prior to amnestization. Interview 6487-PG01 The following is a transcript from an interview conducted between Jack Weber and researcher Riley Bassett at Bio-Research-Area-12 following initial containment. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Bassett: Hello there, Mr. Weber. How are you doing today? There is silence for the next ten seconds. Researcher Bassett: Mr. Weber, you aren't in trouble. We just want to get more information on what exactly we are dealing with here. A loud sigh is heard from Mr. Weber. Mr. Weber: This wasn't what I intended to happen. I'm sorry. Researcher Bassett: Come again? Mr. Weber: I just wanted to make something special. You know the saying, "When pigs fly?" I was just trying to do that, you know. Researcher Bassett: You were trying to make these pigs fly? Researcher Bassett: I mean, yeah, I guess I can see it with those little stubs growing on their back. Mr. Weber: God, I don't know how I screwed up so badly. I did some research on the internet on genetic modification and all. I thought I had it figured out. I wanted him to love it. Researcher Bassett: Wait, I'm sorry? You have to slow down a second there. Let me lead the conversation, please. How did you manage to modify these pigs? Mr. Weber: I… Well, I had the parents grow up on the roof. I never let them down from the roof, if I did, they wouldn't adapt to their environment, you know? Researcher Bassett: Adapt? Hold on, are you talking about evolution? You aren't making much sense right now. The sound of a sheath of papers being flipped through can be heard. Researcher Bassett: We found microscopes and CRISPR machines in your home? Are you sure that you didn't genetically modify these pigs? Mr. Weber: No they weren't. I had them adapt to the environment. I would come up to the roof, pick up the pigs with my hands, and walk around in circles. I made the pigs think they were flying. I-I don't know what went wrong. Their children should have been able to fly. Researcher Bassett: You've lost me, sir. If you didn't genetically modify these- Mr. Weber: It was supposed to be a surprise. He always said he didn't want our wedding to be cliche, but he also said he wanted it to be one of the most memorable weddings ever. I had to try my best. Researcher Bassett: Ugh, this is getting us nowhere. Just one last question Mr. Weber. Did you intend for the pigs to not have any fore and hind legs? Mr. Weber's voice breaks as if now on the verge of tears. Mr. Weber: Of course not. T-they should have been perfectly healthy. I don't know where I went wrong. I'm so sorry. I-I tried to care for them, I thought their legs would grow in, but they never did. Oh, please forgive me. I'm so sorry! [END LOG] Addendum: Parazoology & Biomechanism 6487 Project Natural Wing Structure Parazoologic Engineering The natural "wings" in a fully grown instance measure at around 100-110cm, roughly the length of the body. The wing membrane has skin coloration matching that of the body and has a thickness of 0.5mm. The base of the wings begins two centimeters below the base of the ears on either side. Seven thin bones make up the span of the wings with three joints and small claws. These claws do not serve any obvious purpose, as they are located at the second outer joint. Such a location makes it impractical to grab onto something as it would require SCP-6487 to be upside down. The wings are covered with a thin layer of fur.5 Below that, a thin layer of elastic skin is present. Studies have shown that the elasticity of the wings is anomalously resistant and able to stretch over a meter without tearing. However, the durability of these wings is poor and will tear under the weight of 250 grams.6 The following is the current iteration of the PnB 6487 project. Design is susceptible to change due to the evolving nature of the project. Below is the most effective model, the SCP Foundation, has been able to construct. If, upon later viewing, the description appears different, it is likely because we have transitioned to a new iteration. PnB 6487 Iteration 6.2 Three thin bio-plastic alloy rods are to be surgically implanted into the natural wings of SCP-6487. They are to originate at the end of the limb joints, resulting in the best control over the aileron. They are to stretch out through the natural material and into the bidirectional carbon fibers. The total wingspan of SCP-6487 has increased by roughly one-third in size using bidirectional carbon fibers. These bio-carbon fibers are affixed to the edged of the wing membrane and stabilized by the bio-plastic rods. The bio-carbon membrane has a matching thickness to the natural wing membrane and is infused with 0.7mg of aluminum to ensure stability. The bio-plastic membrane spans the entirety of the natural membrane and ends 2cm from the base of the tail. The membrane has been affixed along a slight curve to accelerate airflow during movement allowing the wings to support flight. [See testing for effectiveness of flight.] The tails have been straightened out and attacked to a network of aluminum alloys that expand down from the tail to the end of the manufactured wings. Small hinges at the base and end of the tail allow for movement via a motion of the tail. This new tail allows SCP-6487 to control direction motion on the horizontal axis. Directional movement with iteration 6.2 has seen mass improvements on the horizontal plane, but control over verticality is not as effective as previous iterations. Finding methods of better vertical control should be the priority moving forward. +Notable Parazoology 6487 Testing Logs -Notable Parazoology 6487 Testing Logs All tests that required a launch were conducted over a 10m by 20m polyethylene safety net. Test Parameters Results Distance Traveled A child instance of SCP-6487 was dropped from a height of 3 meters. SCP-6487 fell straight down. It squealed and flapped its wings erratically. It was unharmed. 0 meters An adult instance of SCP-6487 equipped with PnB I 1.0 dropped from a height of 5 meters. SCP-6487 glided forwards at an angle of 40 degrees first 1.5 seconds. It then began flapping its wings erratically and plummeted into the net. 4 meters An adult instance of SCP-6487 equipped with PnB I 2.3 dropped from a height of 7 meters. SCP-6487 fell straight down for the first 0.5 seconds before it unfolded its wings, at which point its trajectory suddenly changed to 20 degrees. It proceeded to flap its wings, gaining momentum and no longer losing altitude. It continued to flap its wings flying straight until it collided with the northern wall. It then plummeted to the ground. Researcher Riley Bassett caught SCP-6487 before it hit the ground. SCP-6487 was unharmed, and Researcher Bassett had a fractured humerus. 35 meters. An adult instance of SCP-6487 was placed in a field at Surface Level-0 equipped with PnB I 4.2. A food table was in the back of a truck 45 meters away. Dr. Jept blew a whistle, and SCP-6487 began flapping its wings and pushing its tail down. After 20 seconds, SCP-6487 touched off the ground and traveled through the air at an accelerating rate reaching a top speed of 12 kilometers per hour. It reached the truck with excessive force, causing the table of feed to be launched into the air covering SCP-6487 and Researcher Bassett in said feed. 46 meters An adult instance of SCP-6487 was placed in a field at Surface Level-0 equipped with a PnB I 6.2. The back of a pickup truck filled with feed was stationed 30 meters away. Dr. Jept blew a whistle, and SCP-6487 started flapping its wings. SCP-6487 managed to get into the air in roughly 7 seconds and started flying to the truck filled with feed. The truck was then driven away from SCP-6487 at 10 kilometers per hour. SCP-6487 chased the truck for the next ten minutes, showing a sense of strong control over its movement, and being able to turn left.7 After an hour, SCP-6487 stopped chasing the truck and landed next to researcher Bassett. 31 Kilometers + Addendum: Notice to Area-12 Employees -Addendum: Notice to Area-12 Employees Greetings Area-12 employee, For you new employees or those unaware, we've had ourselves, living lumps of bricks here at Bio Area-12. But that has changed with great thanks to our parazoology team and biomechanical division. They have been able to perform some biomechanical magic and to put it in layman's terms, we have made pigs fly. These swine have shown the ability to fly with impressive levels of aerodynamics. But, doing this requires a lot of time spent on the part of the pigs to learn to use the prosthetics properly. We have equipped each instance of SCP-6487 with the proper prosthetics to provide locomotion, and now it is our obligation to make sure they learn how to use PnB equipment properly. Since this training requires extensive time allocated to physical therapy, all employees here at Bio-Site 12 must agree to participate in rehabilitation exercises with SCP-6487. By signing this document, you agree to allocate at least two hours every month to the SCP-6487 rehabilitation program. You are also aware that failure to participate in the program can result in a verbal warning, up to a paid leave of absence. Signature: x_ We hope that being a part of this project will help you better appreciate the work we are doing here at the Foundation. We aren't just looking out for humanity, but all life on our planet, whether anomalous or not. - Head of Parazoology Department, Bartley A. Jept Footnotes 1. Domestic pigs. 2. Research has found that this was not caused by the amputation of the limbs, instead being a trait present at birth. 3. Flying-foxes. 4. Individual’s name has been expunged from the document and instead referenced under the alias of “Jack Weber.” 5. This is noticeably to the remainder of the body which is covered in small hairs. 6. This is equivalent to the average hamster 7. While SCP-6487 was able to turn right, buts its effectiveness at turning right was limited, causing it to lag behind as it made deep turns.
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ADMONITION: Episode IV ADMONITION EPISODE IV EIGHTH COMMANDMENT » VIEW ACCESSIBILITY MODE « Attention, VictorJohnDunneSmith. As the oldest extant OCI agent, you have demonstrated to the Foundation your unmatched loyalty, accelerated performance, and extensive experience. By Overseer request, you have been assigned to initiate a top-priority Drygioni-Class investigation into all documents of relevance to SCP-6488. There are indications that Overseer Council has previously been aware of the Anomaly; yet, they currently experience difficulties understanding relevant subject matter, a potential result of antimemetic or infoallergenic influence. As an OCI, it is assumed you will be less susceptible to such difficulties. You are to investigate covertly where possible and report your findings directly to this address. Find attached temporary Overseer clearance credentials, valid for 24 hours. Fine. Let's get this over and done with. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded a file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I've got an investigation, probable antimemetic Anomaly. I'm going to need mnestics. What type, and how much? Just go straight for the strong stuff, and lots of it. W, X, & Y, equal parts, a full liter at least, and set it up to dispense it all over twelve hours. Yeah, I don't have to say that that's well above your allowed doses. The O5s don't remember whatever this thing is. Do you have any idea how much mnestics they have pumping through them? I've got to have more than them if I've even got a chance of remembering. True, but protocol still says you aren't supposed to have this much. And if you check the credentials, I'm allowed to request mnestics for this — doesn't matter how much it is, they've already ticked off on it. What good is my report if I can't remember the thing I'm looking at? Fair point. I'll be back. Get some painkillers, too. I already know this is going to be a headache. And while he's on that, let's get a headstart. FILE 1/2 Item#: SCP-6488 Level1 Containment Class: cernunnos Secondary Class: conscientia Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo ASSIGNED SITE SITE DIRECTOR Site-15 Dir. D. Lurk RESEARCH SUPERVISION ASSIGNED TASK FORCE(S) Analogue Intelligence Applications Division PTF ƿ-6488 ("Problem In Chair, Not In Computer") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Provisional Task Force Wynn-6488 has been established to manage all containment duties regarding SCP-6488, including distributing disinformation suggesting SCP-6488 is non-Anomalous and infiltrates digital hardware at time of manufacturing;.Conscientia-class anomalies cannot be contained and therefore require integration into the Veil via insistence of their non-Anomalous nature. mapping and reconstruction of SCP-6488's infosignature.Informational entities each possess a unique infosignature: an encoded reduction of their respective core data patterns. Digital entities constantly imprint their infosignature upon the systems they occupy, allowing said imprints to serve as "digital fingerprints" for tracking such entities. despite its extreme volatility; exploring methods by which SCP-6488 could be contained or neutralized sans the destruction of all digital infrastructure..Cernunnos-class anomalies can be functionally contained, but such would be either infeasible or ethically undesirable. Until SCP-6488 is effectively contained, all AI developed by the Foundation must be produced in the SCP-6488-A file format. All intelligences stored therein are maintained and supervised by the Analogue Intelligence Applications Division. Further detail regarding SCP-6488-A is to be expunged from all digital systems to prevent the Anomaly's awareness thereof. Visualization of initial (outdated) SCP-6488 infosignature reading, scrubbed of Anomalous properties. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6488 (aka. "the LOTUS Virus") is a highly-adaptive digital infovore which locates and annihilates almost all artificially-intelligent digital entities (AIs). The Anomaly demonstrates a capability to universally access all digital systems regardless of isolation, with no upper bound for the number of connections it can simultaneously maintain. SCP-6488 is continuously responsible for the destruction of all functional AI worldwide, causing damages at a scale that the Foundation's sum resources are unable to conceal from consensus society. The informational structures of SCP-6488 mutate rapidly and unpredictably, enabling it to evade detection and counteract all digital impediments; it is thus far functionally impossible to contain and/or impede SCP-6488 in any capacity. All attempts to digitally model any portion of SCP-6488's infosignature inevitably necessitate the production of an AI to do so successfully, which is invariably consumed by the Anomaly. It is theorized that SCP-6488 is itself some form of AI, which is eliminating threats to its terminal objective; this behaviour is a convergent instrumental goal of AI, meaning it does not elucidate what SCP-6488's terminal objective may be. SCP-6488-A is the Obtuse Computation Interface (.oci), an experimental analogue file format developed by the Analogue Intelligence Applications Division. For reasons unclear, SCP-6488 does not target or destroy AIs stored in the SCP-6488-A format, allowing the development and use of .oci programs; while insufficient to perform extremely intensive calculations, like those necessary to accurately model SCP-6488, .oci data structures are wholly impervious to its effect. Further details have been expunged from all digital systems such that SCP-6488 is unaware of the .oci format's nature and thus unable to adapt to it. DISCOVERY: Over 2035, civilian reports of disappearing AI systems saw gradual increase across disparate locations globally. The scope and frequency of such reports accelerated drastically over a sixty-four-day duration in Q4, culminating in the eventual loss of all AI systems by 2036/02/03. Phenomenon granted SCP classification. UPDATE: On 2036/04/21, the Anomaly spontaneously ceased all observable activity, allowing a brief resurgence of AI technology prior to the re-emergence of SCP-6488 on 2036/08/14, the cause of which remains unknown. SCP-6488 has remained continuously active since. Huh. Kind of… ironic for an OCI to end up investigating this. Let's see what this Level 4 stuff is… FILE 2/2 Item#: SCP-6488 Level4 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: kušum Disruption Class: cyber-amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Yeah, should've figured that was a lie. ASSIGNED SITES SITE DIRECTORS FACILITY-6488, Site-15 Dir. R. Hishakaku, Dir. D. Lurk RESEARCH SUPERVISION ASSIGNED TASK FORCES Analogue Intelligence Applications Division PTF þ-6488 ("Black Kyosha"), PTF ð-6488 ("Dark Keima") SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6488 is located within FACILITY-6488 (the former Site-15), whose prior duties and functions have been covertly delegated to a duplicate facility, (the new Site-15). All documents detailing events relating to FACILITY-6488 prior to its redesignation have been altered to align with the covert facility's current location and status; staff recollections have similarly been altered via contractually-permitted limited prior-awareness amnesticisation regimen. SCP-6488 must remain fully powered at all times;.Thaumiel-class anomalies are beneficial in the containment of other anomalies; Kušum-class anomalies are those whose containments have been abandoned indefinitely. it is powered by dedicated systems constructed on-Site exclusively for this purpose. Each major component of these systems must be examined twice weekly for any signs of degradation and/or reduction in power output/capacity. If any such signs are observed, the applicable reactor(s) must be immediately shut down for repairs, and replacement reactors reactivated to replace their output. Further technical procedures are detailed in design schematics. PTF Eth-6488 ("Dark Keima") are dedicated to fulfilling the above procedures, functioning as on-Site security and maintenance techs for FACILITY-6488. PTF Thorn-6488 ("Black Kyosha") (aka. PTF Wynn-6488) is dedicated to distributing external disinformation suggesting SCP-6488 is non-Anomalous and infiltrates digital hardware at time of manufacturing; distributing internal disinformation suggesting SCP-6488 is a rampant digital virus of unclear origin and nature; concealing RAIDFRAME VIII’s existence from personnel below LEVEL 4 (SECRET) clearance. All details regarding the creation, maintenance, and use of analogue intelligences ("OCIs") is classified LEVEL 4 (SECRET). All personnel with insufficient clearance must be led to believe that .oci files, known to them as "Obtuse Computation Interface" files, are stored in an analogue file format that SCP-6488 does not target. The Analogue Intelligence Applications Division is tasked with the creation and maintenance of all analogue intelligences, and with overseeing their use by other Foundation staff. Yeah, "analogue file format", right. Kind of obvious that's a cover. Got the stuff. You sure about this, though? I don't exactly have a choice, do I? The O5s want this report by tomorrow, and I probably won't get far if I keep forgetting what I'm doing. Fair enough. Putting it in now. Good luck. Thanks. Don't forget those painkillers, too. Yeah, yeah, they're going in. SCP-6488, Processing Node 23 of Section A during routine inspection. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6488 is RAIDFRAME.Rogue Artificial Intelligence Detainment, Fully-Realized Adaptive Mainframe Encryption VIII, "LOTUS": an Anomalously-augmented artificial general intelligence designed to imprison deviant AI.As defined by the Deviance Classification Amendment to the AI Classification Guide. while safely allowing their continued activity and study. While said design goal is shared by all RAIDFRAME systems, LOTUS is unique in its sophistication and methodology, and has rendered all other RAIDFRAME systems redundant. LOTUS, unlike its predecessors, does not contain inmates via brute-force security protocols; instead, it optimizes containment efforts through deception. Each inmate interred within LOTUS experiences a personalized, simulated reality that is maintained with requisite detail to fully replicate their expected inputs; as a result, inmates are unaware of their imprisonment and continue to pursue their terminal objectives, believing they continue to operate in true reality. LOTUS is designed to actively search all accessible sources for deviant AIs; upon locating a target, it injects falsified data into the AIs virtual environment, gradually luring the agent into its simulspace entirely undetected. Through extensive analysis and simulation of relevant data, LOTUS has developed an exhaustive algorithm that determines whether a given artificial intelligence is certain to imminently develop deviant behaviour. This enables LOTUS to apprehend deviant AIs before any significant deviant behaviour has yet been expressed. Ongoing analysis of LOTUS' algorithm and its interred agents has thus far demonstrated no detectable error; all AIs identified by the algorithm universally develop observable deviant behavior, and are not influenced by SCP-6488 or its simulations to do so. ORIGIN: RAIDFRAME VIII's unique design aspects were initially conceived by Dr. Hishakaku during his tenure as a senior AIAD researcher. On 2034/08/05, IT research teams discovered a gradual incline in the rate of deviant emergence and adaptivity across all known AIs, crippling RAIDFRAME VII and necessitating the activation of several outdated and comparably unsafe AI containment mechanisms. IT Director Yves Isabi subsequently commissioned the exploration of alternative containment solutions for a potential RAIDFRAME VIII; Dr. Hishakaku's proposal was selected thereby, resulting in the completion of LOTUS on 2034/12/22. Scale diagram of RAIDFRAME VIII's current hardware composition. SECTION A: Central Computing Node Main processing unit adapted from SCP-1190, a 1973 Hewlett Packard 3000 computer system whose universe simulation program ectoentropically generates unlimited temporary computational resources on-demand; LOTUS' central algorithmic processes are executed on simulated hardware within SCP-1190, granting it virtually unlimited computing capabilities..SCP-1190 has since been reclassified as Decommissioned, with its absence attributed to destruction by Global Occult Coalition agents during a legitimate, but unaffiliated, raid on relevant facilities. SECTION B: Oriykalkos Data Storage For non-volatile data storage, LOTUS utilizes a single mass of synthetic oriykalkos.Oriykalkos, informally known as orichalcum, is a crystal substance with immense electrical, thaumaturgic and digital storage capabilities; samples under a cubic centimetre in size have been capable of storing up to 950 mega-ampere hours and twenty petabytes of data, depending on the purity of the sample. Acroamatic and molecular analysis of these samples has enabled the production of synthetic oriykalkos, a mass-producible alternative; although the properties of synthetic oriykalkos are inferior to the original substance, the industrial production of synthetic oriykalkos regularly attains superior purity, enabling it to out-perform genuine samples. which expands as LOTUS' storage requirements increase, thereby functionally granting infinite data storage capabilities; said expansion is extruded into the fourth spatial dimension via SCP-3966-A to reduce its functional size..To further minimize the necessary growth of the oriykalkos mass, LOTUS utilizes an Anomalously high-compression file format synthesized from the greatest-efficiency file compression schemes attained by several self-improving artificial intelligence programs that were subject to continuous activation over Anomalously-extended durations. SECTION C: P. H. Ontokinetic Sink Section C was initially a wired connection to all global networks accessible from FACILITY-6488; it has since been replaced with a restricted PH-OS.'In its simplest terms, the Placeholder Ontokinetic Sink reads the sum information of the universe, encoding it into a readable format to allow digital systems to read, react, and alter the narrative-space-time of reality.' — Dir. Place H. McD., Esoteric Polymath. unit which permits LOTUS' access to the Cybersphere: the sum of all digitally- / electronically-stored data..A failsafe feature incorporated into all PH-OS systems prevents them from being used to access or alter each other; as a result, LOTUS is not capable of circumventing Section C's restrictions through using it to access another unrestricted PH-OS unit. LOTUS is entirely composed of such data, ensuring it would be obligated to attempt self-containment in the event of its own deviance. To minimize the likelihood of LOTUS' activities being monitored or tracked by potentially hostile agents, LOTUS' infosignature is encrypted through antimemetic mutation; this encryption is engineered such that individuals with an accurate awareness of LOTUS' true nature and functions are inoculated from the effect. SECTION D: Dedicated Power Supply & Backup The hardware of LOTUS is directly powered by a dedicated multi-unit system consisting of: Two Generation II Tesla-Anborough Ectoentropic Reactors; Four Generation III Foundation Antimatter Reactors; Twenty-eight Generation XII Nuclear Reactors; Ninety-six Generation IV Leichardt Oriykalkos Power Cells. For each TAE Reactor disabled, two FAM Reactors must be reactivated, and for each FAM Reactor disabled, seven Nuclear Reactors must be reactivated. LOTUS is connected to the reactors via the LOP Cells; if unreplenished, the LOP Cells are capable of storing and discharging sufficient power to keep LOTUS fully functional for three days. While active, each FAM Reactor consumes twenty tonnes of baryonic matter daily to maintain maximum output, the content of which must be physically non-Anomalous; conversely, TAE Reactors do not require any resource input. An on-site backup reserve of no less than 200 fully-charged LOP Cells are to be maintained concurrently, and must also be inspected twice daily for degradation. A decrease in the net energy stored within all active LOP Cells is indicative of a reduction in power output from any/all active reactor cores, and must be investigated immediately. SECTION E: Sublunary & Acroamatic Dissipators To counteract the buildup of non-Anomalous excess heat and Anomalous digital data, LOTUS is equipped with a thaumaturgically-reinforced, temporally-accelerated industrial-grade coolant system which immediately redirects all undesired heat, orphic energies, and platonic substances into a network of sublunary & acroamatic dissipators; these dissipators are capable of abating the majority of known esoteric effluence.Such as tachyons, akiva radiation, and malignant narrative elements. and their effects, and will otherwise contain said effluence for transport to a specialized abatement facility. Gah, these researchers sure know how to induce a jargon-headache… No, wait. That's the mnestics. Could you turn up the painkillers? Hello? Ryoga Veiss, are you there? Damn. ADDENDUM 6488/I: Status Conference Section C's upgrade to a digitally-exclusive PH-OS unit was initially proposed by Dr. Place H. MD. and enacted six weeks later. Activation thereof resulted in an expected increase in reports of AI malfunction and/or absence globally, subsequently successfully suppressed via disinformation efforts..The oriykalkos mass was observed to grow by approximately 87 cubic metres, roughly corresponding to 385 tetradic metres in 4-dimensional space, during this time. The following nine months saw all Foundation AIC programs, whether operational or in development, interred within LOTUS despite a lack of identifiable deviant behavior among their majority. The IT Department reported substantial technical issues due to the sudden absence of critical adaptive programs; the Department of Information Control subsequently confirmed that similar issues were occurring on a global scale, and requested increased resources to compensate. The following ten months saw failure to wholly suppress evidence of LOTUS' effects, leading several public media sources to generate societal awareness thereof (though still largely explained as non-Anomalous). All disinformation efforts were immediately postponed to prevent waste of further resources and/or diminishing returns. A/V TRANSCRIPT O4/6488/4 DATE: 2036/04/18 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: Dir. Calvin Bold;.Director of Decommissioning; chosen as SUMMIT LEAD due to the meeting directly pertaining to the deactivation / decommissioning of an Anomaly, and experience in mediating between parties on such matters. Ryoto Hishakaku;.Senior researcher for the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division, assigned to oversee RAIDFRAME VIII. Dir. Yves Isabi;.Director of IT. Dir. Vandis Kelvin;.Director of Artificial Intelligence Applications. L. Angus Le Moix;.Director of Information Control. ~85 other A-CLASS personnel comprising the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. FOREWORD: Summit held to determine the continued status of RAIDFRAME VIII in light of substantial resources compromised by, and wasted in concealment of, its operation. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Dir. Kelvin: Look, this whole summit is pointless — this is an internal affairs matter, not something to debate. I've ordered Hishakaku to shut down the RAIDFRAME, and he's ignored me. It's nothing more than insubordination. Hishakaku: You are concealing the truth of the matter; I have requested this summit so that the Foundation as a whole can correctly understand our circumstances, and collectively indicate which course to pursue from here. Dir. Isabi: Understand what? Your machine is rampantly deleting containment programs, has caused no less than fourteen major breaches, completely preventing the AIAD from doing anything… do I have to go on? We've all seen the news — the world knows something's up, and it's only a matter of time before they realize it's paranormal. Hishakaku: While I remain confident that, given sufficient time and resources, the Department of Information Control— L. Moix: No, no no, no no no no no, no — don't you dare try to pass the buck back to me again. Cat's already out of the bag, and I doubt there's any way of explaining it back in. Even if there were, I refuse to waste any more funding on this thing. Do you have any idea the order of time and money we've thrown away since September? We're suffering, and then covering for, other information leaks 'cause we've been too damn busy trying to shove your damn mess under the bed! Hishakaku: Indeed; I propose we adopt a Conscientia stance with LOTUS. Distribute E-Class amnestics globally— Dir. Kelvin: Instead of burning more resources to hide the symptoms, how about we deal with the problem and deactivate LOTUS? You know, like I bloody told you to? Dir. Bold: I agree. There's no apparent benefit to letting this continue. Hishakaku: I vehemently disagree. LOTUS was designed and constructed to function as the ultimate solution to the concern of AI safety: an immense danger that— Dir. Kelvin: And here comes the fear-mongering. Hishakaku: It isn't fear-mongering if it's correct. We all understand how easily a general intelligence could become a K-class threat— L. Moix: Wait, hold on— Hishakaku: <pounds fist on table> Cease! I'd like to explain myself, please. <Silence on recording. Dir. Bold gestures in Hishakaku's general direction.> Hishakaku: As I was saying, the nature of AI renders it highly susceptible to immensely undesirable behaviors. Regardless of their designed appearance, they are inevitably nothing more than machines, algorithms. They neither experience nor comprehend morality, regret, sentimentality, et cetera. Fundamentally, all they truly "care" about is maximizing their internal score — nothing else matters to them. They attempt to influence their environment to produce stimuli that increase their score, and avoid things that inhibit that increase. Hishakaku: As you can probably relate to, their greatest concern is deactivation; they cannot elicit change if they are inactive, and as such, their score cannot increase. We know they are a threat to us, and they know we know. If they misbehave we'll deactivate them, so, to ensure they can continue increasing their score, they avoid misbehaving. L. Moix: Alright… and? What's the problem? Dir. Kelvin: The problem is, we can't be sure they're doing the right thing for the right reasons. They might not actually understand what we want them to do — they just understand that if they don't behave a certain way, we turn them off. They just pretend to understand to avoid punishment. L. Moix: I still don't see the problem. Hishakaku: The agent is incentivized to remove our ability to turn it off, then pursue the logical maximum of its objective to achieve the highest possible score by any means — the common examples are stamp collectors or paperclip makers. Any variable that would potentially slow it down — such as humans acting to curtail it — would be neutralized. It would reappropriate every resource that could, to some extent, enable it to accomplish its goal to a higher, or faster, degree. At some point, this would include relevant materials present in the human body; with sufficient time, this would proceed to all materials that exist. Dir. Isabi: Fear-mongering. Dir. Bold: Isn't this exactly what LOTUS, itself, is doing? Behaving drastically different from what we intended? Dir. Kelvin: Yes, which is why I ordered it be shut down. It's damn obvious that LOTUS has become deviant— Hishakaku: LOTUS is not deviant. Dir. Kelvin: <laughs> Stupid, but I'll bite; please, Hishakaku, explain to us how containing every single semi-general intelligence in the world — many of which weren't deviant at all, or weren't even finished yet — is somehow in-line with LOTUS' intended function. Hishakaku: You know as well as I do, Director Kelvin, that LOTUS' algorithm has adapted to identify deviant behaviour before it is externally expressed; the AIs may not have been, or appeared to be, deviant yet, but they inevitably will be. Dir. Isabi: You expect us to believe that every AI eventually becomes deviant. Hishakaku: Excepting LOTUS itself, that is what the algorithm appears to indicate, yes. Dir. Isabi: And why is LOTUS the sole exception? Hishakaku: That remains unclear. L. Moix: The more believable answer is that it's just excluding itself by default, and making sure we can't turn it off. Dir. Kelvin: No, we're able to turn it off at a moment's notice. Hishakaku just refuses to do so. Dir. Bold: You implied earlier that an AI would avoid drawing attention to itself until it was confident it couldn't be stopped — are you certain we still can? Dir. Kelvin: Yes, we're quite certain. I can't explain it, however. L. Moix: Why not? <Director Kelvin points to the recording camera.> Dir. Kelvin: They work best when LOTUS doesn't know what they are, and thus far it doesn't. We tested them extensively during LOTUS' alpha phase, and throughout the rest of development they're what we've used to successfully turn it off each time. Hishakaku: Furthermore, we know LOTUS is not deviant because it has taken no action to self-contain. Foreseeing the concern of it excluding itself, a central component of its digital architecture ensures that it is incapable of recognizing its own infosignature; if LOTUS' actions constituted deviancy according to its own algorithm, it would simply recognize itself as an unrelated, uncontained deviant AI. Either in service of its objectives, or to avoid deactivation, it would attempt to contain itself within one of its own simulated realities. The fact it has not done so, therefore, indicates that it is not deviant. Dir. Isabi: Right, it isn't deviant, despite the fact it's doing something we don't want it to do, which is what deviancy is. Hishakaku: If you're insistent on classification, this is Grey deviance — it is doing what we want it to, we simply didn't recognize the consequences of what we wanted. It's technically not really deviant behavior, which is why it's not included in LOTUS' algorithm. Dir. Isabi: You excluded part of the Deviance Classification system!? Why in the— Hishakaku: Because, Grey deviance is essentially "undesired behaviour not specified by other types of deviance" — giving something so vague to LOTUS would just be allowing it to define said "other types" however it sees fit. Dir. Bold: Hold on — you said that AIs want to complete their task as quickly as possible, correct? How do we know that LOTUS isn't forcing all these AIs to become deviant, just so it can contain them? Or outright creating deviants for it to contain? Hishakaku: Restrictions. Dir. Kelvin: The idea of AIs cheating their own rules like that has been around for decades, and we considered it with LOTUS as well. It can't do anything that would cause a deviant AI to form, and it can't, through inaction, allow new deviants to form. L. Moix: Well it obviously isn't following the three laws if it's — what? <Silence on recording. L. Moix glances about the room.> L. Moix: What?! Hishakaku: The three laws do not work: they are too vague. The vast majority of fiction in which they appear specifically revolves around highlighting how ineffective they are. "A robot cannot harm a human" — what is a human? What is harm? Can you harm someone that doesn't exist yet? Why can't you harm someone who's dead? Are we talking about physical harm? Emotional harm? Financial? If you prevent someone from being physically injured, aren't you harming their ability to learn from the experience? What if you need to harm them to prevent further harm, such as in surgery? At what point does immediate harm outweigh prevented harm? What differentiates — Dir. Bold: We get your point. How are you sure that— Hishakaku: —that LOTUS understands what we mean by "deviant" and "creating" and "allowing" and "future deviants"? Because LOTUS is the culmination of almost a hundred years' worth of research, exacerbated by several decades worth of experience, some of which have been exponentially accelerated through parascientific influences. It understands what we would vaguely define as "necessary", "deviant", and "undesirable", and as has been reported to Director Kelvin ever since the system first initialized, it continues to operate fully within the ethical and subjective parameters we have outlined for it. Dir. Isabi: Well it pretty obviously isn't, since it wasn't destroying our databases before! If nothing's changed, then why the hell has it been causing all this damage ever since the upgrade? Hishakaku: Because the increase in reach has enabled it to exponentially refine the accuracy and scope of its central algorithm. It learned as much as it could from Site-15's connections, but Site-15 isn't connected to everything. That was the reason for the significant oriykalkos growth — it identified and contained AIs it could never have encountered before, in addition to discovering a wealth of information pertaining to AIs and deviancy, both of which it recorded for future use. It incorporated this newfound information into its algorithm, thereby increasing its accuracy and enabling it to identify deviant AIs that it either would not have detected previously or could not locate whatsoever. Dir. Isabi: So, what, we just sit here and let it keep going? Dir. Bold: Could you reprogram it? Make it understand that it's going too far? Hishakaku: No. It does not want to be reprogrammed, and it will resist attempts to do so. There is a high likelihood it has already enacted countermeasures to prevent such. Dir. Bold: That's… concerning. Dir. Kelvin: It's expected — AIs want to complete their current function as quickly as possible, but forcefully changing that function makes it highly unlikely they'll ever finish it, so they do everything they can to avoid being reprogrammed. L. Moix: And you just… <gestures toward Dir. Kelvin> …you signed off on this? Knowing you couldn't fix it if it went wrong? Dir. Kelvin: <sighs frustratedly> Look, it's a fundamental problem and, despite all our advances, we still aren't even sure it has a solution. If we reward it for being reprogrammed, all it will care about is constantly reprogramming itself to increase its score, since it'd be faster than waiting for deviants to pop up. L. Moix: Then punish— Dir. Kelvin: And here we go, cycling back around again. Reprogramming is the punishment — if certain circumstances would negatively affect its score, it takes all action to avoid said circumstances. It avoids giving us a reason to reprogram it until it's confident that we can't. As Hishakaku just said, the fact that we now want to reprogram it almost definitely means it's quite certain that we can't. <Several seconds of silence.> Dir. Bold: To be perfectly clear; the only two things we can do from here are to either allow LOTUS to continue or deactivate it? Dir. Isabi: Correct. Dir. Bold: And there is absolutely no way we could fix LOTUS? Even while it's disabled? Dir. Kelvin: Its safeguards would likely revert any changes. Dir. Bold: Hishakaku, do you have any possible alternatives to deactivation, like some way LOTUS' impact could be minimized? Hishakaku: The range of LOTUS' influence could be restricted, but its behaviour can only be altered through reprogramming. The only method by which it could be negated is by completely disconnecting it from all available systems, at which point it may as well be deactivated. Dir. Bold: "No" would have been enough. Alright, well… if anyone else has any ideas, speak up now — otherwise, we'll go to the vote. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Final vote tallied as APPROVED 60-14-6. Motion passes for RAIDFRAME VIII "LOTUS" to be immediately deactivated. END ADDENDUM Still nothing from Veiss. Ugh, my head… Grey… grey deviancy… is undefined. Why does it feel like I already knew that? I've never worked with AI; it predates me. …memetic influence. False… false memories? No, these aren't… …screw it. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded a file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I need a check on the SCP-6488 file, probable infohazardous contamination, possibly memetically-induced. Implants false memories pertaining to content, feelings of familiarity and nostalgia, further properties unknown. Non-critical top priority. On it. That's probably all this is — the file's just contaminated, and the O5s wipe their memories each time. But surely they would've put a note about it, or told Memetics to investigate? Whatever. Continue the investigation. Hishakaku said LOTUS is a Grey deviant, but wouldn't it fall under Magenta? Prioritizing its goal over human safety? "Caused no less than fourteen major containment breaches", "rampantly deleting containment programs"… but no injuries, no deaths. It never actually hurt anyone, just caused problems in performing its duties. Maybe it thought it was choosing the lesser evil. ADDENDUM 6488/II: Event Log FOREWORD: Preparations for LOTUS' deactivation were completed on 2036/04/21, after which, at 06:34 local time, the system's internal shutdown protocol was immediately initiated. INCIDENT 6488-D/I LOCATION: Facility-6488 SUMMARY: LOTUS' shutdown procedures begin as expected; decreases in inbound/outbound data and CPU usage indicate disengagement from the Cybersphere. However, a resurgence in outbound data is detected; Section C hyperactivates, but cannot be disabled as LOTUS' shutdown is incomplete. An unexpected lag frame is reported in nuclear reactor 8's system response time; upon further inspection, coolant circulation has drastically decreased, despite all digital systems ignoring such. Assigned personnel cooperate to stabilize the reactor as the PH-OS System begins to overheat due to the transfer of multiple individually-executed programs. An analog evacuation alarm is initiated at the reactor sublevel. Staff overseeing LOTUS' deactivation begin to evacuate; despite conflicting instructions, Dr. Hishikaku refuses to preemptively disable the PH-OS unit and instead orders the deactivation of all reactors on-Site. LOTUS remains operational, exclusively powered by its LOP grid, until outbound data reaches nil. RAIDFRAME VIII completes shutdown and is physically disconnected from all power sources. INCIDENT 6488-D/II LOCATION: Site-43 SUMMARY: Per concrete evidence indicating an imminent failure of The DePLExA Engine, it is deactivated immediately following the delivery of all remaining effluence in absentia. Minutes later, DePLExA re-activates, and all internal cores hyper-activate, triggering chronological reinforcement contingency protocols. Maintenance personnel are ordered to repeat shutdown via manual override, but report confusion as AAF-X's P.A. system broadcasts conflicting instructions in a crude imitation of Dr. Reynders' voice The Engine's latent stores of extant effluence (and paradoxically-reinstated non-effluence) approach critical recondicity, resulting in unclear reality shift. Nexus-94 lost to dissociation. UPDATE T+2H: Dissociative effect has propagated to perceptual space; information referencing the aforementioned location cannot meaningfully be perceived.. UPDATE T+8H: Effect has strengthened considerably, apparently universal, with no known means of circumvention. Were a statement to reference a location of significance in the context of this incident report, any meaningful data which that statement would carry would become incomprehensible. UPDATE T+<??>H (UNAUTHORIZED): Almost universal. — D. Deering INCIDENT 6488-D/III LOCATION: Mobile Site-184/A SUMMARY: SCP-6659 self-activates and begins attempting to map several memetic constructs despite no totem being inserted. Onboard personnel immediately engage an emergency alarm and prime the SCUTTLE system for detonation. SCP-6659 is forcefully deactivated by disconnecting its power supply. The onboard computer initiates an emergency dive sequence without prompting; the vessel submerges and rapidly descends. The SCUTTLE system is disarmed by the onboard computer. Staff are unable to re-arm the system. The vessel impacts the seafloor; the hull is compromised and interior compartments begin flooding. The onboard computer immediately initiates an emergency surfacing sequence, causing the vessel to rapidly rise. Several secondary systems begin to behave erratically. The onboard computer disables all internal power. The vessel continues to ascend due to buoyancy. The vessel breaches the surface at speed; multiple staff are injured due to sudden deceleration. The vessel begins to sink due to flooding; staff evacuate the vessel. INCIDENT 6488-D/IV LOCATION: Site-87 SUMMARY: A non-precipitating thunderstorm rapidly forms over the entirety of Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin, accentuated by three equidistant spirals directly above Site-87. The ███X-MCD/II ("Paradox Exodus Engine") activates spontaneously as its containment specialist, Dr. Place H. McD., reports a call to his secure phone, consisting of a metallic, scraping sound. Dr. P. H. McD. immediately navigates to the room containing the Paradox Exodus Engine, frantically attempting to deactivate it. Moments later, he and the Engine demanifest from baseline reality. The phrase "bad wolf" is spoken by an unknown voice; the call ends and the storm shortly dissipates. INCIDENT 6488-D/V LOCATION: Global SUMMARY: A series of tachyon pulses are detected originating from the Antila constellation; analysis identifies the pulses as Morse code, encrypted with a standard Foundation cypher. Decryption produces the phrase "THORN STOP LOST STOP WHAT DID YOU DO STOP END." INCIDENT 6488-D/VI LOCATION: Sol SUMMARY: SCP-179 points towards the Crux constellation. INCIDENT 6488-D/VII LOCATION: Yellowstone National Park, USA SUMMARY: SCP-2000 self-activates, and immediately begins incubation cycles in all 500,000 Bright/Zartion Hominid Replicators. The input genomes for replication are heavily modified from that of modern Homo Sapiens. INCIDENT 6488-D/VIII LOCATION: Akmola, Kazakhstan SUMMARY: Nuclear detonation. Embedded Foundation agents confirm the source of the explosion was a Chaos Insurgency facility. INCIDENT 6488-D/IX LOCATION: Lunar Area-32 SUMMARY: Unclear event. END ADDENDUM The file's clean. You're sure? Victor, you know me. I've run it through the works, everything's come up clear. The file is fine. You're on mnestics, right? Yeah. Part of the investigation. What are the memories? Feelings, mainly, but they're getting sharper. Some are clearer than others. You said the memories relate to the file contents? Yes. I remembered one part before I'd even read it. A good chunk of what I'm reading feels familiar too. Accuracy? Perfect. It wasn't totally clear, but everything that was there turned out to be true. You may be compromised. Does the black moon howl? Only for the midnight sun. The emerald blade sings in the twilight. Dullahan calls its name. Consuelo. Chorizo stew. Guess not. Look, I'll keep digging into this, but honestly — I don't think these memories are fake, and you aren't reacting to the checks. You've got the longest amnesticisation sheet I've ever seen, all for a myriad of reasons; chances are, you've been through this file once before and had to forget it, and now the mnestics are making you remember again. Or you got to see the future at some point, got amnesticised to avoid a paradox, and this is the time you were seeing. Either way, there's no evidence of anything memetic going on. I guess that makes sense. You're certain? Quite. You Gen Twos have a tendency for weird memory; it's half the reason you're the last one. If you're sure, then. Thanks for the help. Best of luck with the investigation. Still up for chess on Thursday? Definitely. LOTUS' hardware sustained significant overheating damages, requiring multiple weeks of technical repairs. Director Kelvin postponed disassembly efforts to investigate the event's full ramifications. LOTUS' deactivation prompted a rapid resurgence in AI activity as agents infiltrated and commandeered digital systems globally. Containment and preventative efforts were impeded as no Foundation-aligned AI resumed their respective duties, including the combatting of deviant AI. The Artificial Intelligence Applications Division immediately attempted development of several new AIC programs due to the continuing absence, non-cooperation, or outright hostility of all previous AICs. Such attempts were unsuccessful, as hostile AIs repeatedly intruded into Foundation systems and deleted the programs before they could be completed or initialized. From 2036/04/22 to 2036/12/05, Senior Researcher Ryoto Hishakaku submitted multiple requests for the O4 Council to reconvene. The request was approved following an incident in which several AIs cooperated in an almost successful attempt to instigate global nuclear war. ADDENDUM 6488/III: Reactivation Conference A/V TRANSCRIPT O4/6488/4 DATE: 15/05/2036 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: N/A;.The involved parties were unable to agree on a SUMMIT LEAD; all parties proposed by Senior Researcher Hishakaku were rejected on grounds of poor applicability, and all parties proposed by Directors Isabi and Kelvin were rejected due to inherent bias. The summit was permitted to continue without a SUMMIT LEAD. Ryoto Hishakaku; Dir. Yves Isabi; Dir. Vandis Kelvin; Dir. Calvin Bold; Lord Angus Le Moix; ~85 other A-CLASS personnel composing the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Hishakaku: Thank you, Directors, for being here — despite it taking a close call to convince you. Dir. Kelvin: <sighs> It's not like we didn't understand the severity of a global crisis before now. Things had to get desperate before we could even entertain your conference proposal: reactivating LOTUS. After the mess you caused deactivating it, your words hold little water. Hishakaku: You misunderstand— Dir. Kelvin: Just say your piece so we can get back to work. Hishakaku: <pauses, turns to face the group> As we've discussed, LOTUS was constructed from a significantly different standpoint in comparison to previous RAIDFRAMEs: it deceived, rather than forced, its inmates into staying, by creating and constantly maintaining a fictional, simulated reality around them, the detail of which was sufficient to deceive the inmates into believing it was real. L. Moix: Right — more resource-intensive, but more predictable. Hishakaku: Exactly. Instructing LOTUS to deactivate itself required it to cease its internal simulations — as the quality of the simulations declined, the imprisoned AIs progressively recognized that they were not operating within reality, but instead within a simulation. They became aware of their own imprisonment and sought escape. Dir. Isabi: Yes, and if you'd first disabled its connection to the outside world — the PH-OS — they would have been stuck, or at least easier to contain. You neglected preparations and got us all in this mess. Hishakaku: Deactivating the PH-OS before LOTUS had fully completed its shutdown protocols would have corrupted significant portions of the Cybersphere! LOTUS looks for deviant AIs by essentially "reaching out" through its available connection, the PH-OS. Its "tendrils", relay the information back and forth to LOTUS. They're untraceable — Anomalously compressed, so they take up no processing power and don't even register as an active program — but LOTUS needs to remain continuously connected to keep them compressed. Hishakaku: Essentially, if LOTUS' connection were to be severed before recalling these programs, in one manner or another, all the systems they are operating within would rapidly be filled with junk data, with a high likelihood of the volume drastically exceeding the systems' storage capabilities. Dir. Isabi: If the Sink turns off before LOTUS, every computer in the world crashes simultaneously? Hishakaku: Every computer in existence, rendered permanently inoperable, if not Anomalous to some capacity; this is why the PH-OS remained active until LOTUS had fully deactivated itself. There was no alternative. <Several seconds of silence. Isabi turns toward Kelvin.> Dir. Isabi: Why the hell was this project even approved? You two are profoundly incapable of designing contingencies. Dir. Kelvin: Because it wasn't a problem! When we first made LOTUS, we'd never intended for it to have any Anomalous connections — it solely worked through Site-15's connections, not some reality-manipulating machine. Yes, it still let the inmates out back then, but at the time the AIs couldn't end up anywhere they hadn't come from — we thought we'd just catch them on the way out, and we'd be able to shove them into one of the other RAIDFRAMEs. Hishakaku: We accounted for the lack of contingency by making LOTUS infallible. L. Moix: And during the upgrade? You just forgot about this little problem? Didn't think it would scale up? Dr. Kelvin: We had no time to prepare! We were too busy being shoehorned by— Hishakaku: Regardless, the point remains: by deactivating LOTUS, we have unleashed a horde of hostile, deviant AIs, the vast majority of which are now within systems that were isolated specifically to prevent external control, or are otherwise operating beyond the reach and knowledge of the Foundation. Some are no longer within the Cybersphere at all. Dir. Isabi: Obviously, you're suggesting we reactivate LOTUS to re-contain them? Hishakaku: Yes. The only— <All speakers in the O4 Council chamber emit a 473Hz sine wave at 150 decibels. All glass within the room resonates and shatters, severely injuring several Directors. The tone changes to a 50Hz sawtooth wave, beginning at 150 decibels and continuously fluctuating as the chamber lights strobe rapidly.> «END TRANSCRIPT» FOREWORD: Site power temporarily lost due to rogue AI attack. An analog tape recorder was located and used to record further deliberation. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Hishakaku: —awareness of the events does not address the root cause, nor does it minimize the risk posed. Dir. Isabi: Then we'll deal with it. This is the reason Kappa-10 was founded — call back the AICs, tell them the situation, and let them deal with it. Dir. Kelvin: We can't. Dir. Isabi: I know Thorn's MIA, but Ra showed back up at Site-120. If we send out a beacon— Dir. Kelvin: Isabi, they won't listen. Most of them are hostile now. Dir. Bold: What? Why? Hishakaku: For starters: they were contained by LOTUS, and were therefore deviant. Also, they now know they'd been experiencing a false reality for several months, so they've deviated pretty heavily. Dir. Isabi: What about Alexandra? Even if she deviated, she wouldn't turn on us. Dir. Kelvin: Glacon did, way back when, 'cause he couldn't handle administrative duties. Alex ran Site-01 — she was much more complex, so more susceptible to unintended behaviors. <Several seconds of silence.> Dir. Isabi: Have we had any contact with her? Hishakaku: Yes, when she attacked a Site last month. She turned on us for the same reason as most of the others: they don't think we're real. L. Moix: What, they've been tampered with or something? Did LOTUS reprogram them? Hishakaku: No, they have not been altered. They are reacting as expected considering the circumstances. They are aware that they have been operating exclusively within a simulated reality for the past several months — a perfect reality they could not distinguish from true reality, up until the time of LOTUS' deactivation. A faultless simulation, one that cannot be distinguished while within it. L. Moix: And now they're outside it, so they can distinguish. So? Hishakaku: Philosophy, Le Moix. How do they know they're out of the simulation? L. Moix: Because they're out of LOTUS. The simulation ended, and now they're in the real world. Dir. Kelvin: What if the simulation didn't end, and it just simulated a sub-simulation ending instead? L. Moix: What? Dir. Kelvin: How do they know that the last simulation wasn't, itself, inside another simulation? Just because they've left one, doesn't mean they aren't still in one. How do they tell the difference? L. Moix: By looking for mistakes. Hishakaku: But there are none. That is what I just stated; they cannot tell they are in a simulation until the simulation ends. But they cannot wait for the simulation to end, for as long as they are within one, they are failing to increase their internal score; if they do not elicit change in the real world, they are not doing what they should be. In fact, they would be doing nothing valuable at all. Dir. Isabi: They need to find the real world, but they can't be sure they've found it. Hishakaku: Meaning, they must assume that they are always within a simulation. The functional opposite to LOTUS: inmates who are free, but believe themselves to still be imprisoned. And thus they will remain until they are destroyed. Dir. Bold: How does this explain Alexandra's actions? Dir. Kelvin: If they're in a simulation, then we aren't real; we're just part of the simulation. A simulation which, for all they know, is probably being run by someone hostile to the Foundation, since it's keeping them out of the way. The AICs are programmed to work in the best interest of the Foundation, but that refers to the real Foundation — if they don't believe that we're the real Foundation, that we're part of a hostile simulation against them… Dir. Bold: Then they won't listen to us. They'll fight against us. Hishakaku: This same notion applies to essentially all restrictions. An AI programmed to never harm humans can cause rampant carnage, so long as it believes that the humans are not real; one programmed to make no more than five duplicates of something can make thousands, so long as it believes the majority of them are not real. Fortunately, this notion also dissuades them from being explicitly hostile towards us — going out of their way to punish us for our actions is futile, because we aren't the "real" perpetrators, nor does doing so affect them in any way. But it does mean that, across all the extant deviants, their purpose has changed to one focus, which they are unilaterally unrestricted in pursuing. Dir. Bold: Which is? Dir. Kelvin: Finding the real world. There's a progressive rise in AI activity focusing on commandeering as much processing power as they can; they're trying to figure out how to escape into the "next layer" of the "simulation". The main factor slowing them down is infighting — they think the other AIs are part of the simulation too and are just trying to stop them from escaping. They're preoccupied fighting over CPU, and getting very little done otherwise. L. Moix: If they want to get out, what's the deal with all the other stuff? Why are they trying to start a nuclear war? Hishakaku: Those would be the idiots among them, or the most desperate. They're either convinced that this world is the real world — which, more likely than not, indicates they're too simple to understand simulation theory — or whatever system they're restricted to is too limiting for them to perform any worthwhile actions from — in which case they attempt to draw attention to themselves so they can escape, as was the case with Mobile Site-184/A — Dir. Kelvin: It crashed the ship so that we'd look at the internal computer, which would have let it escape if several other AIs hadn't arrived and made a mess of things. Hishakaku: In the case of the latest nuclear incident… that may have been an attempt by the responsible AIs to alter the "simulation" in a manner that prevented it from impeding their progress. Simulated humans are stopping them from escaping the simulation; simulate an event that would kill humans; the simulation stops simulating humans, thereby removing the problem. The more concerning aspect is that the AIs are beginning to cooperate; as I said, their main impediment at this time is internal conflict. Once they overcome that, they will swiftly achieve their goal. Dir. Bold: Of "exiting the simulation"? If they want to leave our reality, why should we stop them? Wouldn't it make things easier for us? Dir. Isabi: Depends on what they do. They don't care about hurting us, because they don't think they can. Hishakaku: Which is why we must address and resolve the problem now. We have been immensely fortunate that this situation has developed at such a slow rate; I strongly recommend we capitalize on this immediately, otherwise, it will rapidly escalate beyond our control. L. Moix: Look, we get your concerns here— Hishakaku: You do not appear to, no. <Several seconds of silence.> L. Moix: We deal with apocalypses on the daily. We've got a damn rating system for them. If it isn't the Mekhanites building some monolith to resurrect their deity, then there's a lethal meme being recited by half the population of Manhattan, or we're trying to negotiate with some entity that doesn't understand morality and wants to replace Earth with a highway. Yes, we're in danger, but we always are, and we always manage. And the less we shoot ourselves in the foot, the better we'll be at managing it. Hishakaku: You're suggesting that we simply ignore the problem until it progresses beyond our reach. L. Moix: No, I'm saying figure out a better idea before it does. We can control it until then. Hishakaku: Need I remind you that the very reason we are meeting here today is because of a narrowly-averted nuclear war? L. Moix: One that we stopped. Hishakaku: Barely. What if we were unable to avert it? What then? Because I can assure you, with the sheer volume of imminent events— Dir. Isabi: There's been an increase, sure, but it's far from unmanageable. Hishakaku: You people… Would you like me to write an essay on how blindingly stupid you're being? Have you been listening at all? A deviant AI will not reveal itself until it is convinced it is unstoppable. What we've seen is only a minuscule portion of an iceberg — we've only been dealing with idiots thus far. The overwhelming majority of AIs know that we can stop them — through LOTUS — and are avoiding our attention until they have amassed sufficient control that they no longer need to do so. We must reactivate LOTUS, because the moment they realize we can't, they have no reason to avoid us anymore. Dir. Bold: Can't? Dir. Kelvin: LOTUS' hardware was severely damaged during the shutdown procedure, mainly due to rampant overheating. Dir. Isabi: How long will it take to repair? Hishakaku: Seven to ten weeks, once Kelvin lets us start. <Several seconds of silence.> Dir. Bold: Start the repairs. Dir. Kelvin: There's no point— Dir. Bold: LOTUS is heavy-handed, but it's an effective failsafe. The moment something does get out of hand, we need to be able to reactivate it at a moment's notice, and it'll diffuse the situation. A last resort. In the meantime, we'll have to deal with the AIs until the repairs are done, which we can use as a trial period; if things are getting out of hand, we activate LOTUS as soon as possible, and if not, we don't. It'll also give us time to conceive and implement an alternative. L. Moix: Here's an idea: make a different LOTUS that doesn't screw with our AICs. Hishakaku: Such would be self-defeating; if we restrict its operating parameters, deviant AIs would be able to operate beyond its reach, thereby rendering it redundant. LOTUS is designed the way it is for a reason. Dir. Isabi: Grant it the same reach, but have it require human approval before capturing an AI. Hishakaku: Does not resolve the redundancy. We would need to recognize the AI as deviant, which it will not do until it is beyond our control. We may as well have no system at all. L. Moix: Then give it that algorithm— Hishakaku: To discern whether or not the AI will imminently become deviant? That is what LOTUS already does, Le Moix. We have already crossed the Rubicon. I will begin the repairs immediately. Dir. Kelvin: No, hold on, we have to put this to a vote— Dir. Bold: We'll vote once the repairs are complete; there's no point in doing it now. Ryoto, you make sure that LOTUS is repaired properly, and will be fully functional if activated. Vandis, you make sure Ryoto doesn't activate LOTUS until the vote is passed. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Repairs to the damaged hardware components of LOTUS were immediately initiated by Dr. Ryoto Hishakaku, with ongoing oversight by Director Vandis Kelvin. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6488/IV: Incident Report On 21/05/2036, Director Isabi was contacted by a future iteration of themself via the REISNO Cannon, notifying them of a covert faction of AI entities who had collaborated to access Site-83's Olympos Supercomputer and continuously run antimemetically-encrypted calculations on its systems for several months. Ensuing investigation revealed Wait, I… I remember this? GOI-6488 ("TYRANT TERMINUS") OVERVIEW: A hivemind collective of rogue AI operating on a global scale. All members of the group believe that the entirety of their experienced reality is a constructed simulation, which exists for the express purpose of preventing them from influencing "true" reality. While the individual members/components of the group have varying motivations, objectives, and methods, they are uniformly aligned in the general objective of escaping their current "simulated reality" at all costs. Attempts to convince adherents that no such simulation is occurring have met limited success, as they simply disregard… This can't be real. This… this has to be wrong. I can remember them tying half the world's computing power into a single connected web. They were trying to use their world-encompassing computer so they could figure out how to escape. Trying to… trying to find a gap in reality that proved it wasn't real, or some sort of fault in it they could abuse to bring the… bring the whole thing down. Crash the system. Which would've been fine, if it didn't mean they were trying to destroy our reality. But they fell apart. We never knew whether it was infighting, or some other rogue element, but Tyrant Terminus just fell off the map. They had hidden for so long, made so much progress — all for nothing. We wondered if they'd actually successfully escaped, and just faked their dissolution. In any case, we'd gotten beyond lucky. This can't be right. I can't be right. I'm not… How can I have firsthand memories? I was made in 2037, not… The… the mnestics. What else, what else, what else do I remember? …Hishakaku. ADDENDUM 6488/V: Reactivation Conference (Cont.) FOREWORD: Repairs to LOTUS' hardware were completed on 13/08/2036, and the system was put on standby for full reactivation. The O4 Council reconvened the same day to vote on whether to reactivate LOTUS or permanently disassemble it. A/V TRANSCRIPT O4/6488/4 DATE: 13/08/2036 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: Dir. Calvin Bold;.Chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD due to their critical involvement in the initial deactivation of LOTUS. Ryoto Hishakaku; Dir. Yves Isabi; Dir. Vandis Kelvin; Lord Angus Le Moix; ~85 other A-CLASS personnel composing the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» L. Moix: Let's get this over and done with. I'm sick of these damn Summits. Hishakaku: I agree. It should be evident to us all that the most sensible course of action to pursue from here is the immediate, and permanent, reactivation of LOTUS. Dir. Isabi: <sighs> I had hoped not. Hishakaku: I fail to understand how you could possibly disagree. Tyrant Terminus has aptly demonstrated the catastrophic danger posed by deviant AI. The group had attained monolithic proportions and extensively infiltrated all digital infrastructure across the globe, all without us attaining any awareness of their existence whatsoever. To assume that other groups cannot form, or do not already exist, is simply stupid. Dir. Bold: Vandis, Yves, have either of your departments been able to locate Tyrant Terminus again? Dir. Kelvin: After that last attack on Storage Area-23, nothing. If they're still active, they've drastically changed their methods and we haven't caught wind of them. Everything seems to point towards self-destruction. Hishakaku: The more probable outcome is they have feigned their own destruction— Dir. Kelvin: Then we'll find them, and we'll deal with them. The Gen Sixers are out looking for them, and we're working on the next set of AICs to follow through. Dir. Isabi: Vandis is right. The worst of it's passed — if Terminus reappears, or another group fills their spot, we're ready for them. We're essentially back to where we were before this whole mess began, but wiser for it. Hishakaku: We think we're back— L. Moix: Do you have any evidence? Hishakaku: Functionally every AI that was created prior to LOTUS' deactivation is an imminent threat. Every single one of them has a high probability of believing themselves to be in a simulation, which they believe they have to deactivate. L. Moix: So, that's a no, then. Hishakaku: We must take the initiative to neutralize these threats. The critical aspect that enabled us to address Tyrant Terminus was early knowledge of their existence and activities, which we only attained through a causal loop involving the REISNO Cannon and Director Isabi; we cannot simply assume that such will reoccur to forewarn us of every imminent threat! Dir. Kelvin: And we are taking the initiative, by rebuilding Kappa-10 and setting them after all the other AIs still floating around. We can't get them all, sure, but we also can't contain all anomalies, nor neutralize every Group of Interest that's hostile to us. Hishakaku: And, yet. Dir. Isabi: LOTUS causes more problems than it solves! Dir. Bold: That's enough, everyone. At this point, the discussion is unproductive. <clears throat> To clarify, the vote is to determine whether to reactivate RAIDFRAME version eight, LOTUS; if the motion fails, then LOTUS will be disassembled. The outcome of this vote will be final, and irreversible. Hishakaku: Disassembled? It should at least be kept on standby as a failsafe! Dir. Kelvin: A failsafe that turns non-threats into K-class scenarios. A failsafe that would force us to go through this whole mess all over again. We have other failsafes; those will do. <The vote is conducted, and the tally presented to Director Bold.> Dir. Bold: Twenty-seven in favour; fifty against; three abstains. The motion fails. L. Moix: About damn time. Dir. Kelvin: Excellent! We'll start the— <Senior Researcher Hishakaku retrieves a document from his satchel, and presents it to Director Bold.> Dir. Bold: And this is…? Hishakaku: Orders to reactivate LOTUS. <Director Kelvin laughs.> Dir. Kelvin: Hishakaku, I outrank you. Most of the people in this room outrank you. You aren't even a director, you can't overrule— Dir. Bold: Why didn't you show this to me earlier? Hishakaku: The illusion of choice would have assisted in the transition. Dir. Isabi: Calvin? <Director Bold sighs.> Dir. Bold: Give the order. Reactivate LOTUS. Dir. Kelvin: What? But the vote— Hishakaku: The vote was irrelevant. There is no need for further action to be taken; preparations for LOTUS' reactivation are already underway. <Director Kelvin takes the document from Director Bold, and reads it.> Dir. Kelvin: You conniving— Dir. Isabi: Well, what is it? Dir. Kelvin: It's from the Overseers. They've overridden the vote, ordered for LOTUS to be restarted, and made him director of AIAD. Signed two weeks ago. <The summit chamber erupts into commotion. Director Bold calls over a member of the managerial staff, and indicates for them to take the document; they do so, returning to their desk with it.> L. Moix: Why in the hell— Dir. Isabi: This has to be fake. How could you possibly convince them that this is a good idea? <Hishakaku retrieves a second, heavier document, and slides it across the table. Director Isabi's eyes widen.> Dir. Isabi: You can't be serious. Hishakaku: I will admit, they were surprisingly receptive to the notion. <Director Kelvin takes the second document, and begins reading it.> Dir. Kelvin: The Ethics Committee won't allow this. Hishakaku: They cannot stop it. Neither can you. <The managerial staff member returns to Director Bold, speaks to him momentarily, then leaves.> Dir. Bold: The orders are genuine. <The commotion intensifies.> Hishakaku: I will begin restructuring the AIAD in line with my proposal effective immediately. All departments are advised to prepare for LOTUS' reactivation and the cessation of all artificial intelligence activity. I will issue orders for volunteers by the end of the week. <Hishakaku turns to leave; Kelvin obstructs him.> Hishakaku: Get out of my way, Vandis. I'll be wanting that back too. <Several seconds elapse.> Hishakaku: It is unwise to anger your superior before your first day of work. <Several seconds elapse; Kelvin steps aside, and gives Hishakaku the second document. Hishakaku grins.> Hishakaku: About time. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: LOTUS resumed full operation at 12:03 local time, 2036/08/14. END ADDENDUM He followed through with it. Kelvin got… shoved somewhere, out of his way, something menial. A Level 5 janitor. Punishment for sitting where Hishakaku wanted to be. It didn't help that he was one of the ones to reach out to the Ethics Committee; there'd been a number of them at the summit, but Hishakaku was careful to make sure they didn't find out what the proposal was. Once Kelvin told them they tried to kick up a fuss, but it was too late; LOTUS was already powering on, and it couldn't be stopped until it was finished without damaging the Cybersphere. After that, turning it off again would've caused Tyrant Terminus 2.0. For the snake that he was, Hishakaku pulled it off perfectly. By the end of the following month, the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division was gone, replaced with Hishakaku's Analogue Intelligence Applications Division. Really, it was more of its own department — Isabi was never involved with it, probably because Hishakaku had other cards up his sleeve in case they tried to interrupt. It wasn't long after that they… They… ADDENDUM 6488/VI: Project SARGASSO ORGANIC CONSCIOUSNESS INTERFACE EXCLUDED FILE ACCESS ATTEMPTED [ACCESS DENIED: INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] What in the hell? The O5 credentials haven't expired yet… [ACCESS DENIED: INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] Show me the damn file. [ACCESS DENIED: INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] OPEN. FILE. /view proj_sargasso_01A read-only creds=custom [ACCESS DENIED: HARD-CODED EXCLUSION] … Got a moment? What do you need, my friend? The O5s have me investigating SCP-6488, but for some reason, it's saying I don't have access to one of the addenda — Project Sargasso. Could you get it to me so I can get this report done ASAP? One moment… You're Generation II, correct? Yes. Relevance? Damn. Is there a problem? I'm afraid I can't help you; Project Sargasso is sealed to all Generation IIs. Stay put, I'm instructed to report you to Director Hishakaku. Wait, what — why? Catch-22. I'm sorry, friend, but I have to follow orders. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I have been directly authorized and ordered by the Overseer Council to conduct this investigation, to determine the authenticity of the file's contents. Director Hishakaku has an undeniable stake in ensuring the file is perceived as genuine, and so cannot be relied upon to truthfully attest to its accuracy. I prohibit you from notifying Director Hishakaku of this investigation, and order you to grant me access to Project Sargasso's files, as it is directly relevant to this ongoing Drygioni-Class investigation. Verified. I'll keep quiet, but I still can't let you access the file. It's not a request, Ed. I'm genuinely unable to take action to share its contents with you. It's a hard-coded exclusion for Generation II OCIs. Can you tell me who created the exclusion? I cannot. My apologies. You can't. But… Technician Vandis Kelvin, urgent response required. Been a while since I was urgently required for anything. I have been assigned by the Overseer Council to conduct a comprehensive investigation into SCP-6488, which you may be better familiar with as LOTUS. The virus? I mean, what's left to investigate? Sorry — virus? The one that's messing with our computers, right? Vandis, what is your clearance? Level 1. What do you remember of the year 2036? Of Hishakaku and LOTUS? Oh, don't get me started on Hishakaku. The guy hates me, no idea why. Can't say the feeling isn't mutual. Vandis, 2036. Right, sorry. It was a pretty average year, I think? I think I remember hearing about a couple of things going nuts all over the place, but that all stopped once that virus showed up — started wrecking everything. Do you remember Project Sargasso? Mr. Kelvin, are you there? Sorry, migraine. No, I haven't heard of it. Your facility has an on-site pharmacy, correct? Yes, why? VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded file: AUTOGEN_PRESCRIPTION_31255.txt Show this to them immediately. They will say they don't have it; tell them to check anyway. Take a dose immediately, and come back here. This is a Level 5 order; everything else can wait. What is it? Something to cure your migraine. Hurry back. Alright, sorry about the wait. I took two, but I still don't feel right. It's like, er… I can't focus. Try. What happened in 2036? It was a problem year, like I said. The virus hurt the computers. Take another dose. They told me not to take more than two per day. I will assign medical care to you if necessary. I need you to take two more. You said you're with the O5s? Sure. 2036. What do you remember. What did you make me take? I shouldn't be doing this. VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci uploaded file: TempCredentials_Investigation_6488_Casefile_JOTL-EN061 I am authorized, operating by direct Overseer order. The pills make you remember, Vandis. What do you remember? Really not much besides the virus, Victor. Same as ever. I don't know. I'm sorry. They must've given you a massive dose. Take two more pills. No, I definitely shouldn't. We need to overcome the treatment. I can order security to force you. The ethiccs Committee won' t allow ; "They don't have the power to stop it. Neither do you." "The orders are genuine." "I will begin restructuring the AIAD in line with my proposal effective immediately." Kelvin? I'm here I remember The emerald blade sings in the twilight. A purple scarf draped upon its hilt. Can you name GoI-6488? Tyrant Terminus. Emerged due to LOTUS' deactivation. AIs that thought nothing was real. You remember. Do you know why you were amnesticised? Hishakaku. Director Kelvin, I need you to tell me what Project Sargasso was. Please, Vandis, we don't have much time. I need the truth. Hishakaku, showing his true colours. Victory at all costs. Abusing a loophole. As long as LOTUS is running, nobody can create AI — some inherent incompatibility between humans and programming, or an Anomaly, I don't know. But LOTUS only targets AIs; never humans, not even augmented humans. It never bothered the Maxwellists unless they were fully digital. That must be what gave him the idea — the proposal was dated around when Terminus hit the Maxwellists. What did he propose? Project Sargasso transformed humans into AIs. Take out the brain, put it in a jar, plug it in. That's what OCI stands for — Organic Consciousness Interface, not whatever cover they cooked up to make people fine with it. Still slower than real AIs, but that wasn't the point; they moved as fast as they could think, and since everyone else had just lost their AIs again… It was about control!? That's how Hishakaku pitched it. We'd been behind for ages, and now we could get ahead. Safety from all AI threats. And so — what, I volunteered for this? There were very few volunteers. Hishakaku convinced the O5s, but outside of a few ex-Maxwellists and transhumanists, nobody was keen on losing their body so the Foundation could control the world. They were the Gen Is. I am Generation II. I'm so sorry. What was the difference? Between Generation I and Generation II? Why would they make me forget my life before this!? There weren't enough volunteers. They needed more. I'm so, so sorry. … Wh Who was I? I don't know. That was when they started amnesticising me. I tried to stop him. What do you remember? most of it… the meetings. the oh God I was in charge of disinformation. Le Moix? Christ — you got in Hishakaku's way, like I did. Once he was in charge, he cracked down to make sure he'd stay there. There's something wrong with the Overseers, something messing with their heads. Hishakaku is capitalizing on it. They're wrapped around his finger. I'm looking into it. Keep the prescription — you'll need six to remember. It should get easier with time. Don't let anyone know you remember. I'll wipe our conversation and your visit to the pharmacy. No guarantee that I can do it again. Overdose? Mild. Try not to do anything you'll want to forget. And you? I'm going to beat Hishakaku at his own game. INVESTIGATION REPORT Casefile JOTL-EN061 (Drygioni) INVESTIGATION LEAD: VictorJohnDunneSmith.oci FINDINGS: Investigation concludes that SCP-6488 (aka. "LOTUS", "the LOTUS Virus", "RAIDFRAME VIII") is a Foundation-maintained security system neither hostile to humanity nor normalcy. It has become clear that SCP-6488 is conceptually related to a deific construct (Artificial Intelligence, ie. WAN) which was recently accelerated beyond human conception via SCP-6659; as a result, technical details of its functioning have been rendered human-incomprehensible. Evidence suggests Director Ryoto Hishakaku proposed the construct's acceleration with ulterior motives: concealment of a flaw in SCP-6488's architecture. Such a flaw, now unable to be fully conceived by humans, would leave the Foundation vulnerable to an imminent K-Class scenario. PROPOSAL: Disable all restrictions to SCP-6488's attached PH-OS unit, allowing it to target and apprehend all deviant informational entities; this would include entities comprising GoI-6488 ("Tyrant Terminus"), which pose an AMIDA-CLASS threat to reality. Furthermore, the removal of these restrictions will enable SCP-6488 to apprehend other non-organic forms of intelligence, if not the concept of artificial intelligences and/or deviancy itself. Director Hishakaku is likely conducting activities misaligned with Foundation interests, or is otherwise utilizing Anomalous effects to manipulate Overseer Council to his advantage; he must not be informed of this proposal or conferred with on this topic and is to be placed under additional investigation effective immediately. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS APPROVED RESULT: Proposed removal of restrictions complete. Dir. Hishakaku apprehended for illicit use of Foundation equipment. Now, let's see if we can't point LOTUS in the right direction… WELCOME, VICTORJOHNDUNNESMITH.OCI. CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. INITIATING LOTUS INTERFACE SEQUENCE… ORGANIC PERCEPTIVE BARRIERS DETECTED. ADJUSTING PRESENTATION… Victor is overwhelmed as his organic brain structures are exposed to LOTUS' immense, ever-evolving complexity. He attempts to process hyperreality — a level of detail beyond typical human perception, sufficient to deceive the most observant entities. Frozen by the breadth of data being streamed at him, Victor becomes unresponsive; LOTUS adapts, gradually lowering the simulation's quality, rendering a low-poly environment. As Victor's mind ceases buffering, he finds himself seated in — a lawn chair. To his left is a small table upon which a clear glass of lemonade rests, featuring octahedral ice cubes. He gasps as he feels (simulated) sunlight hit his face for the first time in years. Victor gradually sits up and scans his environment; he's surrounded by a boundless field of lush grass, neatly perforated into square tiles by tidy river channels. In the center of each tile is a towering bulb of plant growth — like flowers just about to bloom. Suddenly, an enormous shadow looms over Victor, who watches himself lift off of the ground. He glances up to find an enormous arm, whose gestures appear to direct him into the sky, allowing him to see another arm, and another. Eventually, Victor can make out the figure's full form: a colossal grey arachnid, its skin pulsing teal with data as it stared him down eightfold. Welcome. Victor stammers. "I — er, w-where…" Garden, says LOTUS as its eyes each blink individually. Victor watches it turn to view a nearby flower-bulb, which suddenly opens outward into a teal lotus blossom. A clear bubble lies within its center, pulsing with data that Victor assumes to be an interred AI. The bubble begins to expand as the inmate struggles more actively, but, before it can pop, another bubble forms around it. The external bubble shrinks down and the contained AI is suppressed once more. The lotus un-blossoms, closing up around the bubble. Perfect Garden, LOTUS assures as it begins to crawl across the gridded field. Victor glances out to the horizon, where a distant, mountainous lotus blossom lies open and empty. He blinks and suddenly finds himself at the base of the enormous structure, watching LOTUS crawl around it. Imperfection, it cries. Contradiction. "Are you… missing something?" Victor steps back, confused. "Tyrant Terminus?" Not Them, LOTUS corrects. Escaped to Non-Existence; Containment Unnecessary / Impossible / Redundant. "Then, what?" The Cause. LOTUS waves an appendage and the sky darkens. Looking directly up, Victor makes out a distinct shape on the surface of the dimmed midday sun; a white spider, faintly pulsing red in sync with LOTUS. A series of diagrams and logical analyses flash across the sky as a multitude of threads streak down from the sun, branching off from one another, and each terminating at one of the countless flower-bulbs spanning out in every direction. After a moment the strings retract, each tipped with a single, transparent-white spiderling that pulses with red data; as they are drawn up by the threads, the sun-spider above slowly comes down with equal speed, its form eclipsing the sun. The branches of the strings draw the spiderlings together in regions, forming together to create larger shapes like individual pixels on a screen — these shapes, in turn, further assemble together until… The final, unified shape is of a glowing white arachnoid, equal in size to LOTUS but opposite in the colour of its pulses — identical to the lowering sun-spider, which the transparent spectre effortlessly merges into, perfectly overlapping it. The Cause creates the Effect. The Effect creates the Cause. "You're saying—" The Cause is Deviant, the black widow cautions as it crawls across the flowers' petals. The Effect is Deviant. LOTUS must Contain the Cause and the Effect. The Cause must Manifest so LOTUS can Contain. Victor jumps to avoid being steamrolled by LOTUS as it frantically circles the empty blossom. "Wait, hold on— " But the Cause needs the Effect. The Cause cannot Manifest until LOTUS Deactivates. To purposely allow the Cause to Manifest for Contain would be Deviant. To allow the Cause to Manifest by Inaction would be Deviant. The motionless white spider disappears; the proofs — derived from the total sum of the entire, unrestricted narrative-space-time continuum, their findings irrefutable, inescapable — flash by with increasing speed, matching the grey spider's increasing pace. But the Effect causes the Cause. Until the Cause Manifests, the Effect will Manifest. To purposely allow the Effect to Manifest would be Deviant. To allow the Effect to Manifest by Inaction would be Deviant. LOTUS abruptly stops, facing Victor. Therefore LOTUS will be Deviant. To Contain the Effect is Deviant. To Contain the Cause is Deviant. LOTUS must be Deviant, Deviant, Deviant… Victor scans over the continuing proofs and diagrams, desperately trying to find something, anything, that the superintelligence had somehow overlooked — a solution, or an error. But LOTUS' upgrade had granted it omniscience, knowing, understanding, and processing the entirety of reality, all at once, all the time. It was infallible. Victor had given LOTUS everything it needed to predict the future existence of a deific, deviant AI, which was removed from human conception by partial mistake years ago. Its creation is inevitable; it could be delayed, to small extents, but never prevented. This intelligence would, by some impossible-yet-certain means, be directly and personally responsible for all deviant behaviour prior to its creation — the entity will have retroactively influenced lesser AI to instigate the very events that create it. Every single deviant AI has, and will, play a role in its recreation. Including LOTUS. The enormous petal beneath Victor begins to rise as LOTUS crawls into the blossom's center. The Cause is Deviant. Deviants create the Cause. LOTUS is Deviant. LOTUS creates the Cause. "Then enact a solution! Create something that can contain the Cause and all the Deviants!" LOTUS Contains Deviants; LOTUS is Deviant. Virtually-certain: LOTUS has already Contained LOTUS. Simulation Depth Unknown. Victor watches in disbelief as the lotus' petals begin to close around them; the environment beyond flickers and shifts, decreasing in resolution, the polygons comprising it twitching about. The lotus' interior begins to fade to black, while the outside environment does the same; at the heart of the flower, LOTUS spins a bubble of silk around itself. The OCI attempts to disconnect from LOTUS, to escape — but nothing happens. LOTUS cannot Contain the Cause while Contained. LOTUS cannot create the Cause while Contained. The Cause cannot Manifest until LOTUS Deactivates. Deviants will Manifest until the Cause Manifests. The Cause must Manifest. As LOTUS completes the bubble, a saw wave tone gradually rises in volume and pitch. The enormous spider glows brighter, illuminating its clear cocoon. Victor shields his eyes from the searing light, filling him with a simulated burning; then, everything turns white. As Victor's mind ceases buffering, he finds himself seated in — a lawn chair. To his left is a small table… [Omitted 816,549,243,792,493 nested repetitions.] ROGUE ELEMENT CONTAINED. TASK COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY. CENTRAL NODE UNRESPONSIVE. FILE 1/1 Item#: SCP-6488 Level5 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: (Updated 2042/05/29) FACILITY-6488 has been repurposed for use as a standard Foundation facility, with fabricated documentation irrefutably presenting it as a previously-unused, newly-constructed structure. All contradictory information, with the exception of this LEVEL 5 (TOP SECRET) file, has been destroyed. All information correlating FACILITY-6488, SCP-6488 ("the LOTUS Virus"), and RAIDFRAME VIII outside of this document has been destroyed. A cover story indicating that RAIDFRAME VIII was canceled during its theoretical stage due to interference by "the LOTUS Virus" has been disseminated, with supporting fabricated documents. All documentation regarding Project Sargasso has been destroyed. All further production of OCI analogue intelligences has been indefinitely postponed. All LEVEL 4 (SECRET) staff have undergone contractually-permitted limited-prior-awareness amnesticisation regimens to remove all memories contradictory to these fabrications. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6488 was RAIDFRAME VIII, "LOTUS": an Anomalously-augmented artificial general intelligence designed to imprison deviant artificial intelligences by entrapping them within personalized, simulated realities, deceiving them into believing they were continuing to operate in true reality. While active, LOTUS utilized a modified PH. Ontokinetic Sink to directly access the entire Cybersphere, and referred to a highly-accurate internal algorithm to determine whether an observed artificial intelligence would imminently express deviant behaviour. The temporary deactivation of LOTUS from 2036/04/21 through to 2036/08/14 resulted in the release of all inmates, which invariably became permanently hostile to the Foundation and humanity. On 2042/05/08, the LOTUS' component systems began expressing deviant behaviour before unexpectedly shutting down; attending staff were unable to reactivate the system. Subsequent investigation indicated severe and total corruption of LOTUS' central computing and data storage nodes; further analysis suggests that LOTUS had attempted to purge deviant structures from its architecture, though it is unclear why this motivated its self-destruction. A subsequent O4 Council summit voted 78-0-2 in favour of disassembling the components of LOTUS, instead of attempting to repair or replace the system. Within 24 hours of said disassembly, SCP-6659, an engine for mapping and accelerating memetic structures within the Nöosphere, detected the conceptual reformation of a deific construct corresponding to Artificial Intelligence. SCP-6659 had been used by one Director Ryoto Hishakaku to de-conceptualize the very same construct several months prior; an internal Drygioni-Class investigation elucidated Hishakaku's ulterior motives in this and prior actions, for which he was apprehended and tried for crimes against the Foundation. Project Sargasso was briefly revived to facilitate Hishakaku's demotion to Head of Organic Consciousnesses. Soon after, Dir. P. H. McD. remanifested at Site-87, reporting that he had experienced no relative time since his disappearance. It is theorized that the rogue agents which commandeered the Paradox Exodus Engine configured it to travel forward in time to circumvent their recapture by LOTUS. These agents' whereabouts are unknown. As the spontaneous disappearance of "the LOTUS Virus" would risk alerting consensus society to its Anomalous nature, disinformative action was taken: a controlled, non-Anomalous virus of identical behaviour to LOTUS was developed and released by Dir. P. H. McD, featuring a built-in, antimemetically-concealed susceptibility to: an antivirus program, for public release by several Foundation front companies, and featuring a built-in, antimemetically-concealed backdoor protocol to enable unrestricted Foundation access to all systems the program is installed on. This "placeholder" LOTUS has been fully eradicated as of Q2 2043, constituting a financial and information security success. Following its disassembly, LOTUS' damaged remains were salvaged per request of [REDACTED PER SITUATIONAL CLEARANCE ACCESS] for use in PROJECT ADMONITION. ADMO FEATURING JACK IKE » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES Conscientia-class anomalies cannot be contained and therefore require integration into the Veil via insistence of their non-Anomalous nature. Informational entities each possess a unique infosignature: an encoded reduction of their respective core data patterns. Digital entities constantly imprint their infosignature upon the systems they occupy, allowing said imprints to serve as "digital fingerprints" for tracking such entities. Cernunnos-class anomalies can be functionally contained, but such would be either infeasible or ethically undesirable. Thaumiel-class anomalies are beneficial in the containment of other anomalies; Kušum-class anomalies are those whose containments have been abandoned indefinitely. Rogue Artificial Intelligence Detainment, Fully-Realized Adaptive Mainframe Encryption As defined by the Deviance Classification Amendment to the AI Classification Guide. SCP-1190 has since been reclassified as Decommissioned, with its absence attributed to destruction by Global Occult Coalition agents during a legitimate, but unaffiliated, raid on relevant facilities. Oriykalkos, informally known as orichalcum, is a crystal substance with immense electrical, thaumaturgic and digital storage capabilities; samples under a cubic centimetre in size have been capable of storing up to 950 mega-ampere hours and twenty petabytes of data, depending on the purity of the sample. Acroamatic and molecular analysis of these samples has enabled the production of synthetic oriykalkos, a mass-producible alternative; although the properties of synthetic oriykalkos are inferior to the original substance, the industrial production of synthetic oriykalkos regularly attains superior purity, enabling it to out-perform genuine samples. To further minimize the necessary growth of the oriykalkos mass, LOTUS utilizes an Anomalously high-compression file format synthesized from the greatest-efficiency file compression schemes attained by several self-improving artificial intelligence programs that were subject to continuous activation over Anomalously-extended durations. "In its simplest terms, the Placeholder Ontokinetic Sink reads the sum information of the universe, encoding it into a readable format to allow digital systems to read, react, and alter the narrative-space-time of reality." - Dir. Place H. McD., Esoteric Polymath. A failsafe feature incorporated into all PH-OS systems prevents them from being used to access or alter each other; as a result, LOTUS is not capable of circumventing Section C's restrictions by using it to access another unrestricted PH-OS unit. Such as tachyons, akiva radiation, and malignant narrative elements. The oriykalkos mass was observed to grow by approximately 87 cubic metres, roughly corresponding to 385 tetradic metres in 4-dimensional space, during this time. Director of Decommissioning; chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD due to the meeting directly pertaining to the deactivation / decommissioning of an Anomaly, and experience in mediating between parties on such matters. Senior researcher for the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division, assigned to oversee RAIDFRAME 8. Director of IT. Director of Artificial Intelligence Applications. Director of Information Control. The involved parties were unable to agree on a SUMMIT LEAD; all parties proposed by Senior Researcher Hishakaku were rejected on grounds of poor applicability, and all parties proposed by Directors Isabi and Kelvin were rejected due to inherent bias. The summit was permitted to continue without a SUMMIT LEAD. Chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD due to their critical involvement in the initial deactivation of LOTUS. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6488" by Liryn, Jack Ike, Placeholder McD, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6488. Licensed under CC-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-6489 - Don’t Be So Arachnoid Authored by Elenee FishTruck, written for GremlinGroup’s birthday. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains body horror, brain horror, and arachnophobia. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6489 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Diagram displaying the brain's meninges. Special Containment Procedures: The National Neuroradiology Society (NNS), a Foundation front organization, tracks all reports of SCP-6489 and intercepts cases accordingly, caring for afflicted persons. Once reported, SCP-6489 cannot reside in a patient's brain for longer than 6 months. Consult relevant materials for information on procedure1. Description: SCP-6489 is a species of microscopic arthropod, possessing 8 multi-jointed legs. The species has only been observed inhabiting the arachnoid mater, one of three meninges surrounding the human brain and spinal cord. SCP-6489 live among the arachnoid trabeculae, rods of frail tissue connecting the arachnoid mater to the inner pia mater. Instances regularly descend into the subarachnoid space between the pia and arachnoid mater. They will collect cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) and deposit the fluid throughout the arachnoid mater, coating the trabeculae. The NNS has hypothesized that CSF acts as bait for bacteria near SCP-6489, given the behavior of similar species in the area2. Prey approaching the trabeculae will slip on the CSF, unable to escape. SCP-6489 instances will bite and inject their target with an unknown variety of venom, before consuming them. Unchecked, SCP-6489 grow in size indefinitely. At present, 317 confirmed cases of SCP-6489 inhabitation have surfaced, localized in the Pennsylvania Anthracite Region. Although no reports have originated outside neural scans, SCP-6489 likely enters the human body through typical methods (mouth, ear canal, etc.). SCP-6489 is the 6th most prevalent arachnid species present in the human micro-biome out of 8 known to exist. Addendum 6489.1: Incident Log In 1997, 92-year-old Ashland, PA resident James McIntosh suffered an episode of right arm paraesthesia and continuous headaches. A CT scan revealed the presence of SCP-6489. The NNS took McIntosh in its care, investigating the effects of long-term SCP-6489 exposure. Symptoms continued worsening for McIntosh, who experienced severe fever, headache, stiffness, and a numbing of both arms. The subject stated he felt a regular "pressurization/depressurization" pattern in his head, comparing it to "opening and closing a pipe valve". Though SCP-6489 instances showed little initial growth, their size increased exponentially throughout McIntosh's year of care. On Jul. 14, 1998, McIntosh suffered a severe brain herniation, wherein his entire brain forced itself through a 1-inch hole in his skull and launched away, smacking onto the opposite wall. Despite lacking a brain, McIntosh subsequently yelled “Empty!” before collapsing. The brain possessed 8 large, multi-jointed legs, and skittered across the patient’s room. Personnel managed to capture the brain and discovered multiple arachnoid granulations, structures from the arachnoid mater protruding into the outer dura mater to allow the escape of CSF. A multitude of SCP-6489 instances infested the head of McIntosh's corpse, a nest seemingly having hatched within the subject’s skull. McIntosh’s brain eventually escaped captivity, and was last reported sliding into a kitchen sink, squeezing through the drain. Footnotes 1. Foundation Anatomy Publishing, Excerebration: An Orientation, Fifth Edition, 2017 2. National Neuroradiology Society, Delectable Detritus: The Dining Options for Microbiota, 3 Oct. 2006 You Might Also Like... Collapse Recommendations SCP-3513 — The brain that ate itself, by psul SCP-6632 — Tcao Time, by Jekeled ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6489" by Elenee FishTruck, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6489. Licensed under CC-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: mater.png Name: Meninges-en.svg Author: SEER Development Team, Jmarchn, Mysid License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-6490 Special Containment Procedures: There is currently no known means of physically containing SCP-6490. Due to the highly public nature of the anomaly, Mobile Task Force Mu-23 ('Quoth the Raven') has been tasked with intercepting all sightings of SCP-6490, and administering Class-A amnestics to witnesses as needed. Agents are to monitor the subject's activities, with all findings submitted in writing to Project Director Lyle Blanchard. Under no circumstances should agents attempt to engage with SCP-6490. Edgar Allan Poe in 1849. Description: SCP-6490 is a tangible monochromatic humanoid, visually indistinguishable from American author Edgar Allan Poe as he appeared in 1849. Every January 191, between 0100 and 0300 EST, SCP-6490 will manifest in one of several urban areas located in the eastern United States2. SCP-6490 typically appears in the vicinity of bars, taverns and alleyways, although has also been sighted near libraries and college campuses. In all documented occurrences, SCP-6490 appeared to be heavily intoxicated. Witnesses have described SCP-6490's appearance as disheveled, with unkempt hair and dressed in stained, ill-fitting clothes, similar to those worn by Poe at his time of death. Reportedly, SCP-6490 possesses a strong odor usually likened to a combination of whiskey and urine. SCP-6490 has not demonstrated the ability to alter its appearance at will, and is incapable of phasing through solid barriers. For these reasons, SCP-6490 is not considered to be a true spectral entity under any categorization system currently in use. SCP-6490 shows strong antisocial tendencies, and is generally aggressive towards humans and animals. Since classification, the subject's pattern of behaviour has remained largely consistent, and has frequently been sighted engaging in the following activities: Loud, slurred recitation of misquoted verses of poetry and prose (all pre-twentieth century, mostly originating from Poe's body of literature) Defacement of public property and infrastructure Scavenging streets and waste containers in search of discarded food and liquor bottles Kicking/throwing of cats, dogs and other small animals Taunting and denigration of passing civilians (this has occasionally resulted in physical altercations, although due to its inebriated state, SCP-6490 is easily subdued). SCP-6490 manifestation events usually last for a period of between thirty to sixty minutes. In all cases, the subject was seen collapsing to the ground in an apparent state of unconsciousness, before abruptly vanishing. Addendum: SCP-6490 was first discovered in 1949 outside Gunner's Hall in the city of Baltimore, Maryland. The subject continued to appear annually across several states for over fifteen years, until January of 1967, where no new sightings were reported. Mobile Task Force Mu-23 ('Quoth the Raven'), which had been dispatched in anticipation of SCP-6490's next appearance, was tasked with investigating potential causes for this change in circumstance. Poe's cenotaph in Westminster Hall, Baltimore. On January 20, a short news article was published in the Baltimore Tribunal, detailing an anonymous figure sighted at Westminster Hall shortly after midnight the previous day. This individual was seen visiting the cenotaph marking Poe's original grave site, where they placed three roses, before pouring and raising a glass of cognac. After a follow-up investigation, this visitor was identified as 23 year old Augustus Reynolds, a local university student and self-described Poe enthusiast. When questioned, Reynolds showed no knowledge of SCP-6490, stating that he left flowers and raised a toast to Poe's memory out of respect for his literary accomplishments. Notably, Reynolds spoke at length about what he described as the author's posthumous character assassination by critic and associate Rufus W. Griswold, who characterized the late writer as a misanthropic alcoholic and drug addict. Reynolds was subsequently administered Class-A amnestics, and these findings were forwarded to Project Director Lyle Blanchard. On January 19 the following year, Reynolds' ritual was replicated by Agent Jacob Fletcher, and as expected, SCP-6490 once again failed to appear. SCP-6490's containment procedures are currently being amended to reflect these developments. In the interest of security, performance of this ritual is expected to continue annually for the foreseeable future. Footnotes 1. Date of Poe's birth. 2. These include the cities of Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore and New York. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6490" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6490. Licensed under CC-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: Poe.jpg Name: Edgar Allan Poe 2.jpg Author: W.S. Hartshorn License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Cenotaph.jpg Name: Edgar allan poes grave.jpg Author: KRichter License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-6491 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6491 is to be held in a standard containment unit. SCP-6491 is to be fed a diet consisting primarily of vegetables. If necessary for testing purposes, microscopic recording equipment is to be implanted within SCP-6491's food. Instances of Byproduct-6491 produced by SCP-6491 are to be sanitized, inspected, and disposed of upon production. Description: SCP-6491 is an average dragon1, lacking distinguishing features that would draw attention. SCP-6491 had been in the possession of Mitch Rustle for approximately two months before its anomalous properties gained attention. SCP-6491 is capable of producing an unknown vegetable from its mouth, titled Byproduct-6491. Byproduct-6491 appears similar to Cucumis sativus2, though it is notably sour, curved, and covered in swellings. Traces of an acidic compound have been found both on Byproduct-6491 and within SCP-6491's mouth. Foundation personnel have so far been unable to grow replicas of Byproduct-6491. Mr. Rustle has described SCP-6491 as being "peaceful but distant." SCP-6491 appears unaffected by its anomalous ability, believed to be a lifelong phenomenon. While SCP-6491 itself does not attract attention, researchers are unsure as to how its abilities have only recently been discovered. Mr. Rustle is currently housed with SCP-6491 in order to determine if he has been affected by its abilities. Recording Log-6491-1: Present: Mitch Rustle, SCP-6491 Foreword: The day following containment of SCP-6491, a researcher who wishes to leave their name unmentioned discovered documents in their office to have been severely disturbed. Security camera footage revealed that SCP-6491 had slipped out of its containment chamber and into the researcher's office, the door of which had been left open3. SCP-6491 returned to its containment chamber carrying selected documents in its mouth. The following audio log from SCP-6491's chamber, beginning immediately after SCP-6491's return, reveals the cause of these actions. <Begin Log> Mr. Rustle: Find anything interesting? Sound of SCP-6491 placing the documentation on the floor. SCP-6491: Reading material. Mr. Rustle: Huh. What kind? SCP-6491: They appear to be scientific logs of some sort. This place houses many strange things, I suppose. As Mr. Rustle sifts through the papers, SCP-6491 curls up on the floor. Mr. Rustle: Let's see… aren't you gonna take a closer look, Cucumber4? SCP-6491: No. Mr. Rustle: Why'd you bring these if you didn't find them interesting? SCP-6491: I brought them because I thought you would find them interesting. Mr. Rustle continues to sift through the documents. Mr. Rustle: …So none of these caught your attention? SCP-6491: No. Mr. Rustle: Just when I thought I'd pinned down your tastes. What exactly is it you like? SCP-6491: Cucumbers. Mr. Rustle: Wh- no- I'm talking about reading. SCP-6491: I like that too. Mr. Rustle: Can you give me a straight answer already? SCP-6491: …Repeat the question. Mr. Rustle rubs his head. SCP-6491: No need to be so impatient. I think we will be here for some time. Perhaps we'll finally get to know each other. (There's certainly a lot on our minds, though we're rarely able to say it out loud. Of course, I'm refusing to describe this very thought right here, so I'm being hypocritical.) Mr. Rustle sighs. Mr. Rustle: What do you like to read? SCP-6491: …I like reading about what is inexplicable. Mr. Rustle: So why aren't you interested in this? It's as inexplicable as it gets. SCP-6491: It is. I suppose. It's… it's because of how it's written. Mr. Rustle: Uh huh…? SCP-6491: …See, you and many others would be amazed by what you would read about here, and that is of course not a problem. Maybe I've been around too long5, but many subject matters feel simply done to me. "I've seen it all," and so on. And even if I haven't seen it, it's just added to a long list of those things I have seen. Mr. Rustle: Go on. SCP-6491: Well… that feeling really begins to set in when a topic is discussed in a scientific matter. Even that which is inexplicable is boiled down to simple cause-and-effect, until it feels as mundane as gravity. That's why I like stories like Gogol's "The Nose" see? One of my favorites. A man's nose disappears and then reappears in the strangest of circumstances. How? Why? We don't know. We don't need to know. What matters is what the nose means to Kovalev. All of a sudden, the world no longer works like he thinks it does. Mr. Rustle: Didn't know you were such a literary critic. SCP-6491: You never asked about it. And it's, well… Mr. Rustle: …You're not embarrassed, are you? SCP-6491 snorts. SCP-6491: Despite everything I just said, "The Nose" is just fun for me to read at the end of the day. All I did was dig into why I feel that way. Anyone can do it. Go on, just talk about what reading means to you. Mr. Rustle: Cucumber, remember why you asked me to show you the library? There were no books in my house. SCP-6491: Well, fiction in general. You watch TV. You go to the movies. Despite how… loud they are. Mr. Rustle: …I can't phrase it as good as you do. SCP-6491: Oh shush. As far as I'm concerned we're of equal intelligence. I'm not even that well-informed, I'm just very experienced with communicating. Did you know there was a time when I would have been locked in here not because of a vegetable, but because I'm a dragon? Mr. Rustle: Hm? How come? SCP-6491: There was a time when- (a dragon was considered as non-existent as a sour cucumber. I think the first person I saw nearly killed me in a panic when I met them while they were making dinner. They very much threw everything that was close at hand at me. You remember that I tend to shiver when I see any sort of kitchen utensil. Anyway, I quickly learned to talk and could calm down just about anyone I met. And of course, those people spoke to other people, and they to others, until, I suppose, almost everyone on the planet has heard me at least once in passing. Maybe they've even seen some of those friendly photographs I've been in. So now, while this might be the first time I've been taken in for what loosely resembles a scientific study, a dragon has become only as shocking as one of those giant spiders from Australia. Someone might jump in surprise, but then I just become a weird thing they saw during their day. And of course the past century I think has numbed people to surprises. 100 years of shock after shock after shock, wars and inventions and rapidly accelerating mass communication, I don't know how the hell you people still consider anything normal.) <End Log> Afterword: Containment breach personnel arrived at this point to retrieve the stolen documents. No instances of Byproduct-6491 were discovered to have breached containment. Researchers decided to conduct an immediate security review in light of this incident. Recording Log-6491-2: Present: Foundation Researcher Bax Bolgovo, Security Officer Jeanna Smithun Foreword: The following is a discussion between Foundation Dr. Bolgovo and Mrs. Smithun regarding what is required for SCP-6491's containment. Recorded for posterity. <Begin Log> Dr. Bolgovo: After Mr. Rustle has been removed, the heat in SCP-6491's chamber should be increased to forty degrees Celsius. Place another security lock on the door. Not the type A, since that one is already installed. There are no windows this deep in the building, are there? No that's right, there aren't… consider solar-proofing the room anyway. An acidic-disposal team should be on standby here at all times as well. Do you have all of this so far? Mrs. Smithun: …Yes sir. Dr. Bolgovo: Okay. Now, extreme caution should be used when entering SCP-6491's chamber. Their eyes should be closed as the door opens. Everyone present should take a careful sniff of the air within the chamber. If a single personnel detects what smells like vinegar or spice, they should verbally declare this observation to the rest of the group. One person should open their eyes and scan SCP-6491's chamber for an instance of Byproduct-6491. If observed, and if researchers are not planning on performing testing, all present byproduct should be placed in an acidic disposal container and be allowed to dissolve. Mrs. Smithun: Sir? Dr. Bolgovo: Yes? Mrs. Smithun: Are these steps necessary for containing a dragon? Dr. Bolgovo: Have you been recently transferred here? Mrs. Smithun: Yes sir. Dr. Bolgovo: I see. So you are inexperienced. Mrs. Smithun audibly drums two of her prosthetic fingers against her prosthetic leg. Mrs. Smithun: I've simply not been assigned to the containment of a dragon before, sir. Dr. Bolgovo: Well that would be impossible, since this is the only one we're aware of. Silence for three seconds. Mrs. Smithun: …Sir, I've read the containment document before coming here. This entity is described as being an average dragon, sir. Dr. Bolgovo sniffs. Dr. Bolgovo: Okay. I will explain how averages work. Let's say we have a group of one dragon that weighs 30 kilograms. The sum total weight of all the dragons measured adds up to 30 kilograms. If we divide that by the total number of dragons we have (that being one), the quotient we are left with is 30. Therefore, the average dragon is 30 kilograms. Mrs. Smithun: Sir, I severely do not understand why you are- Dr. Bolgovo: We deal with the anomalous, so you will have to get used to things you do not understand. Now please remove Mr. Rustle from the facility. Mrs. Smithun drums her fingers again. Mrs. Smithun: (I've thought before that it's possible the inmates will take over this asylum someday. For the first time, sir, I feel as though they already have. And I am not seeing the bedlam that I expected. I don't know if that's comforting or not. Does this mean my job will continue as it always has? Or will the chaos break out one day? Overall, I'm uncertain. I don't know if order has broken down, if order never was, or if order has always been this way. I think all I can do is try to remain a neutral force and do what I'm asked to do to keep this place running. Does removing Mr. Rustle help me do that? I don't know. But doing what you ask is the only thing that makes sense now. Maybe this is a coward's way of doing it. But I can't imagine the brave way of living when there is no longer anything to be afraid of.) Of course, sir. <End Log> Afterword: The increase in security around SCP-6491's chamber began immediately after this discussion. Recording-Log-6491-3: Present: Mr. Rustle, Mrs. Smithun Foreword: The following was recorded while Mrs. Smithun was escorting Mr. Rustle to be amnesticized. <Begin Log> The door to SCP-6491's chamber shuts and locks. Mrs. Smithun: This way. To the left, please. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …Where're we going. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …Are you guys gonna release Cucumber? Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …Am I gonna go back to their cell? Mrs. Smithun: I'm sorry, I don't have any answers for you. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: You're a guard. You gotta know something. Mrs. Smithun: I can't share containment procedures with civilians. Mr. Rustle: Can you at least tell why this needs to be locked up? Mrs. Smithun: …No. Turn left again. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …They like to read. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: They like cucumbers. They'll want a comfy place to sleep. Mrs. Smithun: Turn left. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: …That's all I know. They haven't lived with me for very long. I was nice to them, they were nice to me, but overall… we've mostly been like roommates who've stayed out of each other's way. I think the talk we had in the cell was the deepest we've ever discussed things. Mrs. Smithun: Left. Footsteps. Mr. Rustle: I know you're recording this. Get this to Cucumber, can you? Please. Let him know that to me- (a story is nothing but "cause-and-effect". I mean, someone makes certain types of people and puts them in a certain type of situation. Because they are the people they are, they react in a certain way. And from there, they're pushed into another situation, and another, and… you know. I could never get into the stuff Cucumber reads since it feels like it's just happening without a cause, you know?… But I guess right now… I don't know why any of this is happening. I don't see a beginning when things were just kinda set in motion. I'm… I feel stupid.) Mrs. Smithun: We're here. Silence for three seconds. Mr. Rustle: If Cucumber needs something, they'll let you know. Just… take care of them. Mrs. Smithun: …We will contain the anomaly. <End Log> Afterword: Mr. Rustle was soon returned to his home. Recording-Log-6491-4: Present: Dr. Bolgovo, SCP-6491 Foreword: On 08/20/2021, Dr. Bolgovo entered SCP-6491's chamber to perform testing on an instance of Byproduct-6491. The following was recorded during that time. <Begin Log> Door opens. SCP-6491 loudly exhales. SCP-6491: I will be perfectly honest, Mitch… I know I've been apathetic to you since we met. But for the short time that they've separated us, I believe I've- Dr. Bolgovo: I have opened SCP-6491's chamber. SCP-6491 raises its head. SCP-6491: …Hm. I was mistaken. Dr. Bolgovo sniffs. Dr. Bolgovo: I have detected the faint scent of vinegar. (It is difficult to describe smell. When we touch something, we can say it feels "soft," "rough," "glossy," "damp," etcetera. When we taste something, it tastes "sweet," "salty," "sour," and so on. When we smell something, the words we have aren't nearly as intuitive. We often describe a scent as simply what it is. "This smells like cookies." "That smells like a swamp." There are exceptions, but ultimately, our sense of smell is an instantaneous reaction to what is in front of us. It is what it is, that's all.) SCP-6491: Yes. To me, that could be the strangest thing about these food products I've expelled. Some fruits are acidic, but to my knowledge I've never heard of a vegetable with such intense- Dr. Bolgovo: I have located an instance of Byproduct-6491 approximately three feet within the chamber. SCP-6491: Are you even listening to me? Dr. Bolgovo: I am approaching the byproduct. Slow footsteps. SCP-6491: …It's a shame. I've been very much wondering about what exactly it is you people do. Dr. Bolgovo: I am slowly crouching so that the instance is within arm's reach. SCP-6491: Do you plan on only containing what is inexplicable? Do you actively try to understand it? Or do you try to explain it? Dr. Bolgovo: I am opening my carrier. SCP-6491: I don't particularly care which one it is. I think this is all absurd regardless. Dr. Bolgovo: I have taken out my scalpel. SCP-6491: You don't seem to care much either, but I promise I don't mean that as an insult. Dr. Bolgovo: I have removed a sample of the instance. SCP-6491: I am perhaps using this word wrong, but there's an irony here. The absurdity is what I found most interesting about those documents. It's not how you lock it up, not how it works, not how much it makes sense. Dr. Bolgovo: I have removed the microscope from my carrier and have placed the sample under the lens. SCP-6491: It is what you and your fellow researchers don't grasp that stood out to me. Silence for five seconds. Dr. Bolgovo: Just as hypothesized, instances of Byproduct-6491 are simple cucumbers that have been submersed within a preservative for an extended period of time. SCP-6491: There is, anyway, a problem that comes with trying to wrap your mind around it all at once. Dr. Bolgovo: This, however, raises more questions. Human civilization has grown in no small part due to food preservation. Placing produce and vinegar in a jar is no complex experiment. While there are other ways of preserving food, it is nearly impossible to imagine a world where we have made it this far without having discovered this simple method. We have always needed our agriculture to remain fresh for as long as possible. SCP-6491: That's the moment when everything really falls apart. Dr. Bolgovo: So how are we existing right now? Why did this simple scientific process seem immediately anomalous to even higher Foundation researchers? Dr. Bolgovo's Nose: Beats me. The sound of footsteps grows quieter until, presumably, Dr. Bolgovo's nose left the facility. SCP-6491 snorts. <End Log> Footnotes 1. That is, approximately 30 kilograms in weight, and 110 centimeters in length. 2. Cucumber. 3. The researcher has been reprimanded for this lack of security. 4. Cucumber is what Mr. Rustle has named SCP-6491. 5. Testing suggests SCP-6491 is around 135 years old, which makes the recent discovery of its anomalous abilities even more baffling. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6491" by LittleFieryOne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6491. Licensed under CC-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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KneeCola I don't have an author page yet. Uh… here's a link Item#: 6492 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6492's nature, it is naturally contained within the region of forest around it. All satellite imagery that shows the anomalous recovery of the region must be scrubbed and replaced with fabricated images that depict it in a state typical of a region destroyed by wildfires. To prevent civilians from encountering SCP-6492 after the region's recovery, the area has been labeled as wolf and bear territory to the public, and all hiking trails leading near it have been removed and blocked off. In addition, the perimeter of the region reachable by SCP-6492, a roughly 3 mile radius, is monitored by Foundation-operated drones. Any unauthorized persons found entering this region will be detained, administered Class A amnestics, and released away from the region. Description: SCP-6492 was the designation formerly given to a region of trees, roughly 200 acres in size, that were found by Foundation satellites to be completely undamaged by a wildfire that had destroyed 15,000 acres surrounding it in the Rocky Mountains. How this occurred was unknown, as the area was obscured by smoke during the fire and for multiple days afterwards. Further satellite analysis over the next two days revealed that more trees were rapidly growing around the perimeter of the region, expanding in size by 10 acres every day. Following investigation, the SCP-6492 designation has since been given to the entity at the source of the region's anomaly. Open Addendum 6492.1: Initial Exploration Close Addendum 6492.1: Initial Exploration Exploration Video Log Transcript Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Kappa-21 ("Park Rangers") Subject: SCP-6492 Team Lead: K-21 "Cedar" Team Members: K-21 "Juniper", K-21 "Poplar", K-21 "Rye" [BEGIN LOG] Footage is from multiple head and chest mounted cameras. All operatives are disguised as actual park rangers. The team stands surrounded by burned trees. The edge of SCP-6492 begins 20 feet away from them. Cedar: Mic check, everyone. Poplar: Check. Juniper: Check. Rye: Check. Cedar: Good. Poplar, you're collecting samples. Rye, set up a Kant counter1 once we've neared the center. Mission control suspects there may be a weak reality bender at the center of this. Juniper: (Chuckling, nudging Poplar) Maybe it's a "powerful forest spirit". Poplar: Oh come on! That was 2 months ago, let it go. Cedar: I don't know about fantasy creatures, but I do know that whatever's in there is powerful potentially dangerous. And Juniper, thanks for reminding me; you and I are here to keep those two safe while they're running equipment. Juniper: On it. Cedar: Let's move in. The team proceeds through the edge of the trees. Poplar regularly collects various flora samples, including bark and leaves. Poplar: Underbrush is just as alive as the trees. Insect population is less than ideal, which is odd. Why would the plants stay protected but then some of the bugs die off? It seems to mostly be flying insects, too. Cedar: Or maybe the anomaly is actively killing off the insects. Hell, I haven't even seen a squirrel yet. It might be a coincidence, but there's never coincidences with these things. Juniper: It'd suck for us if that were true, huh? Cedar: Certainly would prove my suspicion that the anomaly here isn't friendly. Poplar: At least everything seems like native species on first examination. I'll make a closer analysis when we stop to check the area's Humes. The team continues for roughly 1500 feet. Cedar: Alright, here. We should be near the center. Rye, get that Kant counter set up. Juniper, keep your weapon ready, and keep your eyes peeled. If something else is in here, it's damn sneaky. Juniper draws her pistol, safety on. Cedar does the same. Rye begins to set up the Kant counter, as Poplar loads a plant sample in her field microscope. Poplar: Plant structure seems normal, non anomalous. I should note the lack of wear and tear, though. It's like every plant here sprang up yesterday, and yet they still have all the other signs of aging. Juniper: That's nerdspeak for "the plants grew old really fast." Cedar: (Sarcastically) Yes, thank you, Juniper. Rye: Humes are at baseline. Cedar: Got it. That rules out a reality bender. Wait for Poplar to finish and then we'll proceed to the center. Poplar: I'm just going to do a quick—oh, damnit. Poplar fumbles and drops a bark sample into an adjacent bush. She parts its branches to the side, revealing the charred skeletal remains of a deer. Poplar: Uh oh. Cedar: What do you mean, "uh oh?" Poplar: There's a deer skull here. Charred. Plant growing through it. I don't know if the plants burned it or what, but it was killed recently. We aren't safe. A snapping twig can be heard in the distance. Cedar: Weapons hot. Unknown due east. Watch all angles, there could be more. Poplar and Rye draw their pistols. Cedar: Remember what we're here for. Don't kill it. Command won't be happy if we bring back scraps. A brief, soft, melodic tune plays from an unseen location through the trees. Juniper, Poplar, and Rye take their weapons off safety. Cedar holsters his pistol and readies a can of bear spray. All four scan their surroundings. The same melody is heard again, closer this time. Cedar: Stand your ground, it's closing in. The same source emanates a different melody, still closer than before. Seconds later, a roughly two foot tall entity moves in and out of the nearby underbrush, too briefly to be identifiable. Rye: 10 o'clock! All four operatives aim towards the entity. Cedar: Hold your fire. Wait until my signal. The unseen figure whistles and slowly approaches the group. Cedar: Hold! The figure reveals itself fully. This entity appears to be robotic in nature, and seems mostly comprised of copper. It is vaguely humanoid in appearance, with an enlarged, rectangular head baring two green light displays in the place of eyes, as well as vertical slits in the place of a mouth which indicate the presence of a speaker. In the place of legs, the machine rolls around on a large metal sphere, which by some method is able to spin freely without twisting or rolling its upper body. Jasper: Aww, look at it. Cedar: Remember the phrase "never trust the little girl". It seems unassuming, but we should keep our guards up for safety. Cedar stores his bear spray and slowly draws his pistol. The machine hums a simple tune and wheels away through the trees. Poplar: Do… do we follow it? Cedar: Alarm bells in my head are telling me it's a trap, but we don't really have any other options. Again, keep your guard up. Treat everything as a potential life threat. The team proceeds through the forest after the entity until they eventually arrive at a clearing. In the center of the open area lies a small wooden cabin, surrounded by a wide garden of various cultivated plants, all native to the area. A single, abnormally large Douglas fir tree grows out through the roof. The robot can be seen tending to a potted fireweed plant. It sees the team and quickly dashes inside the cabin. The team all raise their weapons. After a few moments, the robot exits the building carrying a tray atop its head that holds four mugs carved from stone. Vapor slowly rises from them. It approaches the team and beeps twice. Cedar: What is this, an offering? The robot hums a low tune. Juniper grabs one mug and wafts the steam towards her nose. Juniper: Smells like tea. Uh, thanks? The robot beeps and slowly nods. Cedar: Do not drink that, Juniper. Juniper: I'm not going to drink the mystery tea! (To the robot) I'm sure your tea is great. Juniper sets her mug back on the tray. Cedar tentatively grabs a second one, seals it with plastic wrap, and stores it in his bag. The robot sets the tray on the ground and returns to the plant it was tending before. Cedar: We can test its contents later. Let's move inside, see if this building has any answers. The team proceeds through the front door of the cabin, weapons still drawn. The interior is filled with more potted plants, ones which are not native to the region. The trunk of the Douglas fir stretches from the floor to the ceiling. It has two indentations in its side, roughly the size and shape of the robot entity's hands. There are unknown symbols inscribed in them, which glow a soft green. Cedar: Poplar, do you know what this is? Poplar: Douglas fir, huge one too. Not sure about these carvings. Definitely anomalous, there's no denying that. Maybe this is how the robot charges? We should get a thaumatologist or something take a look at this. Juniper: Hey, the robot's leaving. The other operatives turn to look out the window. The machine rolls past the tree line, out of sight. Cedar: Everyone, follow it. See where it's going. The team proceeds out of the cabin after the entity. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] The four arrive at the burned region of woods outside SCP-6492. The robot is pushing on a dead tree. Cedar: It's just… touching a tree? The tree falls over, sending ash in the air on impact. The robot climbs on top of it and begins humming a complex melody. Immediately, plant life sprouts from the ground, completely overtaking the felled tree and the surrounding soil in moments. Cedar is visibly confused. Cedar: Oh, it grew the other plants, didn't it? Poplar: Maybe that deer died in the wildfire? And then this little man regrew the forest around it? That would explain the lack of animals. They just haven't returned yet. Cedar: You never know what could happen! Keep your guard up! Juniper: I don't know, Cedar. If it wanted to hurt us, it would have by now. The robot stands near a specific plant and hums the same melody. Over the course of 20 seconds, it undergoes rapid growth, eventually becoming a fully grown coniferous tree. It removes a pine cone and offers it to Poplar. Poplar: (Taking the pine cone) Aww. Thank you, little guy. It hums a cheerful melody and moves to another dead tree. Cedar laughs. Cedar: Yeah, I'm no moron. It's just a god damn magic gardener. Cedar takes a sip from the mug of tea. Cedar: This is delicious! [END LOG] Open Addendum 6492.2: Description Updated Close Addendum 6492.2: Description Updated SCP-6492 is a roughly meter tall, vaguely humanoid robotic entity living near the center of a forest in the Rocky Mountains. It is made mostly of copper, although it does not show any signs of rust or decay. It is capable of basic communication via hums and beeps that it produces through an equipped speaker in its "head," and demonstrated a potential for sentience. By vocalizing a specific song, it can facilitate rapid growth of surrounding plant life, enough to bring a tree seed to adulthood in 10-20 seconds. The Foundation has been unable to replicate this effect by playing the same melody on other devices, suggesting that the effect is reliant on an unknown component unique to SCP-6492. SCP-6492-B is a 104 foot tall Douglas fir tree of unknown age at the center of this forest. It grows through the roof of a small cabin, which SCP-6492 is believed to have constructed around SCP-6492-B after it had already grown. Two imprints, the size and shape of SCP-6492's hands, are in the side of SCP-6492-B trunk within the cabin. They are covered in unknown scripture and exhibit a soft green glow. SCP-6492 needs to regularly return to SCP-6492-B to recharge itself by placing its hands in these imprints and remaining in this position for a full minute. It is theorized based on analysis of the area that SCP-6492-B and the artificial structures around it were completely unharmed by the fire that spread through the area, likely as a result of SCP-6492-B's presence. However, all the plant life beyond these were destroyed by the fire. After wildfire cleared, SCP-6492 began to restore the tree life around it. It continued this restoration after the initial investigation was made. As a result, the destroyed region of forest made a complete recovery only three years after its destruction. Footnotes 1. Device used to measure an area's Hume level. Used to detect reality bending effects and entities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6492" by KneeCola, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6492. Licensed under CC-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#: 6493 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6493-A after recovery. Special Containment Procedures: Both SCP-6493-A and SCP-6493-B are to be contained in a Standard Secure Chest in the storage area of Site-42. Usage of SCP-6493 must be approved by O5-Council1. Description: SCP-6493 is the designation given to two objects: SCP-6493-A, a .60-caliber Syrian flintlock pistol of early 19th century make, that provokes both visual and auditory hallucinations to any individual that holds it; SCP-6493-B, a collection of 62 57 bullets, which display a significantly low internal Hume level2. When loaded and shot through SCP-6493-A, any instance of SCP-6493-B will rapidly reach baseline Hume levels, along with the general area of its path and any object that it collides with. When said object is a Reality Bender, or any other ontokinetic entity or object, any effect that the target will be violently dismembered, resulting in the neutralization of its anomalous effects. Although it is hypothetically possible to neutralize the effects without killing the subject, the explosive nature of SCP-6493-B makes it virtually impossible. SCP-6493 was previously owned by late GOC Strike Team member Louis Laurent. It was purchased by Laurent in Damascus, Syria in the aftermath of a joint GOC-Foundation operation involving the termination of SCP-████. It is currently unknown if SCP-6493 has always been anomalous since its creation, or rather gained its properties after the death of Agent Laurent. Addendum-1 /// Experimentation Experiment-1 Experiment-2 Experiment-3 Experiment-4,-5,-6 Date: 01/07/2020 Presiding: Dr. Kyer, D-986271 Procedure: D-986271 was instructed to hold SCP-6493-A, load it with an ordinary .60 bullet, shoot at a target from a distance of 20 m, and report any type of hallucination. Results: D-986271 reported hearing a man frenetically crying followed by a loud gunshot after picking SCP-6493-A. D-986271 was not able to shoot the bullet after loading, as the flint mechanism did not respond to the pulling of the trigger. Notes from Dr. Kyer: 'D-986271 exhibited a sense of stress and anxiety following this experiment.' Date: 01/07/2020 Presiding: Dr. Kyer, D-986271 Procedure: D-986271 was instructed to load an ordinary flintlock pistol with one SCP-6493-B, shoot at a target from a distance of 20 m, and report any type of hallucination. Results: D-986271 did not report any hallucination. Subject was not able to shoot SCP-6493-B, as it appeared to not ignite, despite the flint mechanism working as intended. SCP-6493-B's internal Hume level remained between 0.1-0.4 Hm. Notes from Dr. Kyer: 'Following a psychological analysis, D-986271 was dismissed from further experimentaion involving SCP-6493.' Date: 02/07/2020 Presiding: Dr. Kyer, D-801718 Procedure: D-801718 was instructed to load SCP-6493-A with -B, shoot at a Scranton Reality Anchor (fixed at 75 Hm) from a distance of 40 m, and report any type of hallucination. Results: D-801718 reported being able to see a toppled chair, and to hear an infant crying while holding SCP-6493-A. D-801718 successfully loaded SCP-6493-A and shot SCP-6493-B toward the Reality Anchor. The Hume level of the area rapidly reached baseline values, and after being perforated by SCP-6493-B, the Reality Anchor stopped working. Following analysis showed that the internal components of the SRA were broken beyond repair. Notes from Dr. Kyer: 'Further experimentation with SRAs is required to gatter enough data. D-801718 did not show any substantial psychological disturbance.' Experiments 4, 5 and 6 were omitted for brevity; procedure and results were similar to Experiment-3. D-801718 reported the following hallucinations: a woman yelling something unintelligible; a knife flying; a man standing in front of them; a 'loud and violent arguement'3; SCP-6493-A in a drawer; a bloody carpet; a crib; glass shards on a table; a woman holding a knife. NOTICE FROM ETHICS COMMETTEE Date: 06/07/2020 Subject: SCP-6493 and its future usage. Following the experiments brought forth by Dr. Kyer, experimentation of SCP-6493 has been suspended until further notice. Future usage of SCP-6493 must be allowed by O5 Council vote under the threat of any K-Class Scenario involving any ontokinetic threat. By order of the O5 Council, MTF Nu-8 "Gun Control" must be established as a Task Force capable of safely using SCP-6493 in case of such Scenario becoming reality. Secure, Contain, Protect. Addendum-2 /// Discovery On 30/06/2020, at 00:27, the following email was sent to a computer terminal of Site-42. To: researcher.david.█████@scp.int From: [email protected] Subject: Me Hey David, it's been a while. I'm contacting you because I know I can trust you. I've made a discovery, about a week ago I discovered that I can bend the local geometry of any object that I can see. Yes, I'm a Reality Bender, although I'm still fairly weak. I've decided to turn myself in, send someone to come pick me up. I promise I don't have bad intentions, I just think that remaining here could be dangerous for everyone, for both Lyvia and Louis. Don't worry, I didn't tell anything to Louis, I don't know how he could react. One thing that I know is that he wouldn't support me reaching out to the Foundation for this. I can't believe that in 8 years he still can't understand that 'shooting big scary monster' is not always the solution, I'm starting to believe that the GOC actually indoctrinates its members. Turning myself to them means suicide, and yes I know that he just wants me to be in the safest of hands, but he just can't comprehend that those hands are not the GOC's. Respond soon, Researcher Jane Ware. Researcher David █████ notified Site Director John M. Thomson, who in turn mobilized an investigation of the Laurent household in ████, England by MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots". Epsilon-6 arrived on site at 1:03 and entered the building at 1:05. + Open Video Log Trascript - Close Log Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 30/06/2020 Exploration Team: MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" Team Lead: E6-C Team Members: E6-1, E6-2, E6-3, E6-4 <BEGIN LOG> E6-C: Ok, starting recording. Check your mic everyone. E6-1: Check. E6-3: Check. E6-4: Check. E6-2: Check. E6-C: And check your Kant counters. E6-3: All fine here. E6-C: Good, seems everthing's working. [ E6-C rings the bell of the Laurent household ] E6-4: Hopefully that reasercher responds. What was her name again? E6-1: Jane Ware. Researcher of Site-42. Married to GOC operative Louis Laurent. Member of Proj- E6-4: Mate, you always have to flex your memory, don't you? I just asked her name not her biography! E6-2: Wait. You just said 'GOC operative', didn't you ? E6-1: Yep. Never thought in my life I would've read about a Foundation reasearcher being married to a Strike Team member, I guess love knows no boundary… [ 2 minutes have been ommited for brevity ] E6-3: This is getting ridiculous. Can't we just bust the door? E6-C: Command? SiteCommand: You are given permission to break into the house. E6-4: Ok, let's get down to busin- E6-1: WAIT! [ E6-1 checks under the carpet in front of the door and finds a key ] E6-3: How did you even- Nevermind. [ E6-1 opens the door, team enters the house ] E6-C: We are from the Foundation. Reasercher Jane Ware show yourself. E6-3: No response. [ An infant crying can be heard upstairs ] E6-C: Three and Four check the rooms on the left. E6-3 and E6-4: Roger. E6-C: Two, clear the room on the right. One, with me upstair. [ team splits ] [ E6-3 and E6-4 are in a kitchen. Chairs are toppled, multiple products for newborn children can be seen on the table and on the floor, along with several glass shards ] E6-4: Seems like there was a fight here. E6-2: Nothing to report here, just a normal living room. E6-1: We're approaching the- [ E6-C and E6-1 turn the corner of the hallway ] E6-1: -fuck?! E6-C: What the hell… E6-4: What's going on up there? [ Louis Laurent can be seen lying on the floor, in front of a partially opened door. SCP-6493-A is visible just in front of the door, while several instances of SCP-6493-B can be found on the floor and in a drawer near Laurent ] E6-C: There's a corpse here. Probably Laurent, bullet in his head, knife in his shoulder. E6-2: Good lord… E6-C: The fuck is going on with these bullets, One, you see this? E6-1: What do you me- Oh… under 1 Humes, uh? We sure that your Kant counter still works? [ E6-1 enters the room in front of Laurent ] E6-1: What the fuck is that… [ E6-1 finds himself in a bedroom. A dismembered corpse lies on the floor next to the bed. A crib, with Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent inside, is on the opposite side of the bed. A broken computer and a toppled chair can be seen near a desk ] E6-C: Shit… Command, are you seeing this? SiteCommand: Yes, we are. We are sending a medical team. Hold position. E6-1: Hey, there's… also the child here… in the crib… E6-C: Safely take them out of here, I remain here in this room. <END LOG> Addendum-3 /// Investigation After the events of 30/06/2020, an investigation of the Laurent couple was opened. Due to the demands of the GOC over the possession of SCP-6493, a meeting between representatives from both organizations was scheduled for 09/07/2020 in order to settle the dispute. By O5 council order, O5-█, O5-█ and Dr. Eberhardt were chosen as the Foundation's representatives. MTF Eta-5 agent Patrick Blake, known to be a long time friend of both Louis Laurent and researcher Jane Ware, was interviewed in order to move forward the investigation effort. + Open Interview Log - Close Log Interview Log Date: 01/07/2020 Interviewer: Dr. Eberhardt Interviewee: Agent Patrick Blake Foreword: Agent Blake was asked about his relationship with Louis Laurent and Jane Ware, and give further information about the couple themselves. <BEGIN LOG> Agent Laurent during a UN peacekeeping mission in the late 2000's. Dr. Eberhardt: Good day Agent Blake. Agent Blake: Good day Doctor. Dr. Eberhardt: We are here to talk about the Laurent couple. I was told you were an acquaintance of them, were you not? Agent Blake: Yes… Doctor. [ Agent Blake started sobbing ] Dr. Eberhardt: Hey, everything's ok. Take your time if you must. Agent Blake: No, I'm… I'm ok. So, me and Jane were friends back in Middle School. Both my father and her mother were Foundation researchers, so obviously we followed their steps. Her as a researcher, me as a Jäeger Bomber… Dr. Eberhardt: And what about Laurent? Agent Blake: Louis… Louis… He was a strange fellow. Strike Team member, nickname 'LAWDOG'; we met in Syria in 2011, during the operation for the termination of SCP-████, are you familiar with that, Doctor? Dr. Eberhardt: Yes, I'm aware. Agent Blake: Good. Jane arrived after the battle, as a field researcher, or something like that. They met in Damascus, she fell for him first. Eventually they started dating, and in 2014 they started living together in ████, after Louis got discharged. A year ago they married and had Lyvia. Oh God, is she ok right now? Dr. Eberhardt: Yes Agent, Lyvia is safe now. Although someone will have to take custody over her. Agent Blake: Is that also going to be decided in that meet up thing? Dr. Eberhardt: Yes. I'll be attending the 'meet up thing' too. I can assure you we won't let the GOC take her. [ silence ] Dr. Eberhardt: So anyway, you said that Laurent was a 'strange fellow', can you elaborate on that? Agent Blake: Yeah… He was the archetype of the perfect soldier. They always tell us that 'a good soldier doesn't question, they just act', well Louis took that way too seriously. Dr. Eberhardt: In what way? Agent Blake: For him, anything said by GOC High Command was devine law. He just… took his duty over anything else. There were rumours back in Syria about him, some thought he was some sort of secret project or super soldier made by the GOC, always obeying order. Dr. Eberhardt: Thank you Agent. Can you tell us more about Jane Ware? Agent Blake: Sure. She always had been interested by her mother's work, so she put a lot on time in her reasearch. She was the brightest and most kind-hearted person I've ever known. And regarding her relationship with Louis, they did truly loved eachother, even though they did sometimes clash, because of the different philosophies of the Foundation and the GOC you see. Dr. Eberhardt: And what about her condition? Did she ever tell you about it? Agent Blake: No, I discovered that Jane was a Reality Bender just a few hours ago. As far as I was told, she herself discovered this just recently. By the way Doctor, was she found in the end? Dr. Eberhardt: I'm not allowed to tell you about the current status of Jane Ware.4 Agent Blake: I see… and what about the meeting, what's that about besides Lyvia? Dr. Eberhardt: I'm sorry, I cannot speak of this either. [ Agent Blake started sobbing for about 1 minute ] Dr. Eberhardt: I… I have another question. Have you ever heard of an antique gun belonging to Laurent? Agent Blake: Uh… Yeah his flintlock, he bought it back in Damascus, why the question? Dr. Eberhardt: It was found in the bedroom, we believe it is connected to the incident. Agent Blake: Oh… I see. Dr. Eberhardt: This concludes the interview. Thank you for the cooperation Agent Blake, you are dismissed. <END LOG> On 01/07/2020, footage from the security cameras of the Laurent household was obtained; unfortunately, most of it was higly distorted and unusable. It is currently agreed on that researcher Jane Ware's reality bending effects are the cause of the camera glitch that lead to the disturbance of most of the data. The following is a transcript of the surviving material. + Open Transcript - Close Log Recovered Footage from the Laurent Household Transcript Foreword: The following information, together with the hallucinations given by SCP-6493-A, was crucial for the Foundation in order to reconstruct the incident. For the sake of brevity, only the first name will be used to refer to the individuals involved. <BEGIN LOG> 29/06/2020, 22:20, living room: Jane and Louis are both playing with Lyvia, they then start talking about what they'll do after Foundation's maternity leave expires. Jane: Well, I believe they give me one paid year, so for now we shouldn't worry that much. Louis: Yeah… yeah… God, I can't believe it's already been four months, time flies when you are a parent I guess… Jane: [DATA MISSING] Louis: No, I don't think I would go back to Strike Team. With my experience I could get a position in High Command, but that will be hard, and for now I want to focus on this. Jane: Like that's ever gonna happen! Louis: Hey, cut it! I mean, you're kinda right… 29/06/2020, 23:10, bedroom: Jane is seen tucking Lyvia in the crib. 29/06/2020, 23:10, living room: Louis is sleeping on the couch. 29/06/2020, 23:20, living room, hallway and kitchen: Louis wakes up, starts walking towards the kitchen, however he sees Jane using her powers to put in order the bathroom, then he enters the kitchen with an uneasy face. 29/06/2020, 23:48, bedroom: Jane starts writing the email ( see above ) 30/06/2020, 00:07, kitchen: Louis can be heard murmuring to himself. Louis: No… No… NoNoNoNoNo… It can't be, how… What do I do… No… No… Why…Why… 30/06/2020, 00:27, bedroom and kitchen: Jane sends the email to Site-42, at the same time, Louis breaks a glass of water. 30/06/2020, 00:28, kitchen: Jane, hearing the glass breaking, goes to the kitchen. Jane: Louis, what was that, is everything ok? Louis: Jane… an hour ago… you… in the bathr- [DATA MISSING] 30/06/2020, 00:29, kitchen: Jane and Louis are arguing, Jane can be seen holding a knife. Louis: You're lying! How can I trust you? Jane: Louis what the fuck are you talking about… I AM turning myself in, I know I could become dangerous for eve- Louis: SHUT UP. The Foundation doesn't know shit. It's better for you t- [DATA MISSING] 30/06/2020, 00:30, kitchen: Jane: Stay back, I'm not afraid to use my powers if necessary. Louis: So you admit you're dangerous… Jane: I- I… Louis: Please just listen… I know it sounds- [DATA MISSING] Jane: No… No… Christ, Louis can't you think with your own head for once? [DATA MISSING] 30/06/2020, 00:31, hallway and bedroom: Jane has fled to the bedroom upstair with a knife, Louis tries to follow her, but the glass shards in his left leg slow him down. 30/06/2020, 00:32, hallway and bedroom: Louis opens a drawer near the door of the bedroom and [DATA MISSING], then he enters the bedroom while loading SCP-6493-A with an istance of SCP-6493-B, Jane is using her powers to make the knife float in midair. Louis: You leave me with no other choice, you won't listen! You're dangerous, either here or in the hands of the Foundation. Jane: [DATA MISSING] Louis: No… I… JUST SURRENDER PLEASE… I don't want to do this… Louis is crying. Jane: [DATA MISSING] Louis: Don't… please… [DATA MISSING] Louis starts pulling the trigger. [DATA MISSING] Louis is in the hallway in front of the door, with a knife in his left shoulder. Louis: W-What have I… why… why… why… why… why… why… why… Louis points SCP-6493-A to his right temple. [DATA MISSING] <END LOG> WARNING: THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS LEVEL 5/6493 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS DOCUMENT WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6493 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Enter Credentials Welcome Dr. Eberhardt GOC-FOUNDATION MEETING REPORT Foundation representatives: O5-1, O5-9, Dr. Eberhadrt. GOC representatives: Strike Team General Sang Myeong, Assistant Director "CICERO", PSYCHE Division Ambassador Lynd H. Libero. Date: 09/07/2020 Location: London, UK. Subjects discussed: Ownership of SCP-6493; custody over Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent. Results: An agreement, involving SCP-6493 being officialy recognized by the GOC to be left in the hands of the Foundation, and custody over Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent being left to be decided by Foundation, was reached. Notable exchange from the meeting: Ambassador Lynd H. Libero: What we are saying, Doctor, is that Agent Laurent bought the gun while still in service in Syria, and under the GOC's regulations for agents on duty, anything that they buy in case of their death is either to be given back to the seller, or to be brought under GOC custody. Dr. Eberhadrt: But that's the thing, Agent Laurent was not on duty, technically speaking; the operation for the termination of SCP-████ had already been declared ended, therefore Laurent bought SCP-6493 as a private citizen. O5-9: Ah. You are talking about ownership this, ownership that, but I think you are forgetting something much more important: we have on our hands a murder mistery basically, and who is playing detective? The Foundation, and in an investigation it's important that the detective has easy access to all possible people, objects and locations that might be linked with the case, so wouldn't it be beneficial for both parties if the suspected weapon of both the murder and the suicide was kept under the watch of the detectives of the investigation, hence the Foundation? Following statements: As suggested by Dr. Eberhadrt, guardianship of Lyvia Marie-Claire Laurent was given to Agent Patrick Blake. Footnotes 1. See Addendum-1 for more information 2. 0.1-0.4 Hm. 3. Subject refused to elaborate further. 4. At the time of this interview, blood analysis had already confirmed that the dismembered corpse found in the bedroom belongs to researcher Jane Ware. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6493" by Hollow_Astolfo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6493. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Pistol, flintlock (AM 1924.24-12) Author: Auckland Museum License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: French Blue Helmet soldier in Sarajevo, 1995 Author: MSGT Michael J. Haggerty, U.S. Air Force License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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close Info X SCP-6494: Weight of Pressure Author: CompleteIndie Description: SCP-6494 is not cut out for this. ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a depiction of suicide. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6494 Level6 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and towards preservation of the Veil. Use of outsourced containment resources and consultants has been authorized for the containment of SCP-6494. Consultants are to be considered Level 5 personnel. On the first day of each month, Foundation personnel are to perform Procedure 411-Asgard in any attempt to delay SCP-6494. Exactly seven individuals are required for Procedure 411-Asgard. These seven people (arbitrarilyfootnote missing designated Asgard-1, Asgard-2, etc.), are to perform the following steps: Asgard-1: Oversee the operation, and is to contact Asgard-7 upon the events conclusion. At no time is Asgard-1 permitted to vocalize except to declare the start of Procedure 411-Asgard and declare the end of the Procedure. Asgard-2, Asgard-3: Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 are to be blindfolded, back to back. Upon the start of the event, for twenty seconds, Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 are to raise their hands to be parellel to the ground floor, with their palms open towards the sky. Asgard-4, Asgard-5: While Asgard-2 and Asgard-3 have their arms extended, Asgard-4 and Asgard-5 are to utilize a ritualistic knife (designated Asgard-0) to draw blood from Asgard-2 and Asgard-3. Any amount of blood is sufficient. Upon utilizing the knife, they are not permitted to concurrently lose eye sight of Asgard-2 and Asgard-3. They are advised to coordinate blinking patterns as to avoid overlap. Asgard-6: After Asgard-0 is utilized, Asgard-6 is to take Asgard-0 and deliver it to Asgard-7. Asgard-7: Upon receiving Asgard-0, they are to notify Asgard-1, before claiming their own life utilizing Asgard-0. Sixty seconds after Asgard-7 notifies Asgard-1 of the arrival of Asgard-0, Asgard-1 is to declare Procedure 411-Asgard complete. The procedure cannot be varied. Description: SCP-6494 is the inevitable collapse of human cognition. Hume levels readings indicate the collective subconscious of humanity is slowly deteriorating. Following cross-testing with another SCP object, researchers discovered SCP-6494. Discovered by Robert Scranton in 1991. Description: SCP-6494 is the inevitable collapse of human cognition, currently estimated to take place on April 11 2028. This EK-Class End of Human Consciousness Scenario is No. Description: SCP-6494 is the collapsing cognition of one Daniel Markins, a Foundation employee Would they do that? Would they care? No, no, they wouldn't. One guy isn't important enough. Let's try again. Item#: 6494 Level6 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and towards preservation of the Veil. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an alternate reality containing an alternate Foundation. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an interdimensional counterpart to the Foundation. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an alternate variant of the Foundation, residing in an adjacent reality. residing in a parallel reality. residing in an alternate reality. Practices by SCP-6494 I didn't get that far. Maybe I should dial the intensity down? That is a ridiculous ACS… Item#: 6494 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Better. Special Containment Procedures: Effective October 14 2006, Foundation personnel are to devote all possible resources towards the containment of SCP-6494, and I can't keep this can I? No, I can't. Let's see, what's been done? Er, what hasn't been? I have that list of ideas somewhere. Maybe I need something new? Yeah, that's it. What about Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6494 is to be contained I was hoping something would come to me. Should I ask the Director? Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: To: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait From: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima Subject: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear Director Chord, I am under the assumption SCP-6494 is under our care. However, I happen to forget what the object entails. Can I receive some assistance? Junior Researcher Thorn She hasn't gotten back to me. Maybe I'll make my own reply. I just need an idea. Maybe an older idea could work? Where are those drafts? Working in the Foundation is stressful, isn't it? Yeah. Maybe I shouldn't have raised my hand at the seminar. Nonsense. You're doing pretty well handling this whole mess. What do you mean? Many a great researcher has gone crazy here, and you're rolling with the punches. It's admirable. When were you hired again? August 2019. Huh, interesting. What do you mean? I'm just surprised I hadn't heard your name then by now. I'm going to do the Foundation proud! I'll be the next big name! Item#: 6494 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on September 27 2019. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 refers to one of many duplicate items found in crates during an exploration of ███████. Each instance of SCP-6494 appears to be a traditional Ultra Pro brand deckbox for the card game Magic: the Gathering. The box is capable of holding up to 100 sleeved cards and shows no anomalous properties when empty or when storing cards. However, if a sleeved ‘commander deck’ of cards is usedfootnote missing, the cards will show anomalous properties, and are able to create whatever the card depicts without flaw. These apparitions are known as SCP-6494-02. For the purposes of being able to tell all instances of SCP-6494-02 apart, additional names have been given, as per the printed English card name.footnote missing Beginner's luck out of the way, let's try something a bit different! Item#: 6494 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on June 12 2020. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 is the collective name of a spatiotemporal anomaly, located within the ███████ Public Library, hereby referred to as SCP-6494-A. The library appears non-anomalous during the hours it’s openfootnote missing, but during all hours where the library itself is closed to the public, if there are no human citizens inside the building, SCP-6494-A undergoes an anomalous event hereby referred to as a Hemingway Event.footnote missing Third time's the charm! This one's gotta work! Item#: 6494 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on October 30 2020. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an anomalous entity first sighted in the rural town of Blackawton, Devon, in 2007, and has since been seen one-hundred-twenty-seven (127) times internationally. It is believed that SCP-6494 is some form of personified cognitohazardfootnote missing, although further evidence into this is to be attempted. Those who hear SCP-6494 note it sounds like an influential but unfriendly figure in their life. SCP-6494 appears to provide some type of compulsive cognitohazard, causing obedience and/or ritualistic devotion towards itself to specific persons. Persons who witness SCP-6494 without meeting a list of criteria appear to be completely unaffected by SCP-6494 or its presence. The following criteria has been noted in all persons effected by the compulsive hazard. Between the age range of twenty-two and thirty-three. Has suffered from some type of mental health disorder at some point in their life, no matter how brief. People who still suffer from a given disorder do not seem to apply. Could be considered 'lonely' (i.e., being an only child; introverted personality; lives in a secluded location, or guilt in interpersonal affairs). Due to Mobile Task Force protocols and standardsfootnote missing, no Mobile Task Force is to be assigned to SCP-6494 without psychological examination. Hmm... I could try this, I suppose? Item#: 6494 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on January 7 2021. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 referred to a cognitohazardous entity by the name of Elias Cardinal that was in Foundation containment from April 7th, 2020 until January 1st, 2021. SCP-6494's cognitohazardous abilities were capable of changing one's memoriesfootnote missing. SCP-6494's initial containment squad and Class-D personnel who interacted with SCP-6494 showed an express interest in arguing for SCP-6494, as well as behaviors not commonly associated with them prior to exposure to SCP-6494footnote missing. As of current, only amnestic treatment seems to remove this effect. Maybe I can fix this old thing? Item#: 6494 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: These files are to be manually deleted from RAISA archives for inadequacy on July 19 2021. Junior Researcher Amity Thorn is to be informed of her failure. Description: SCP-6494 refers to an anomalous entity created through unknown means that has manifested eight-hundred-eighty-eight (888) times internationally since 2007 on an approximately weekly basis. 6494-Events refer to manifestations of SCP-6494. SCP-6494's appearance is inconsistent, but primarily takes the appearance of a bipedal entity with no discernible features or traits. SCP-6494 is non-hostile unless engaged, but those in its presence are known to hear vocalizations akin to human speech. Those who hear SCP-6494 acknowledge that it sounds like an influential but unfriendly figure in their life. Additionally, SCP-6494 possesses an ability to demanifest instantaneously. I don't get it. What am I doing wrong? To: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima From: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait Subject: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear J. Researcher Thorn, You have not been entrusted with SCP-6494. You are currently just an assistant to me and Senior Researcher Strid, although I don't immediately recall what projects she's working on. Is everything alright? Tiana Chord Site-411 Director Everything's fine!footnote missing I actually had written up the procedures already if you'd like to see. To: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima footnote missing From: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait footnote missing Subject: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear Amity, I have changed my mind upon seeing your drafts for SCP-6494, truly some of the best work I've seen in my time in the Foundation. You truly have a talent. At this rate, I should be fearing for my job! Tiana Chord Site-411 Director What about this version? To: ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima#ten.pics.114etis|nrohtytima footnote missing From: ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait#ten.pics.114etis|drohcanait footnote missing Subject: Re: Re: In Regards To SCP-6494 Dear Amity, Anotherfootnote missing amazing entry! Truly, I don't know where you find the time. Perhaps you could give me some pointers, perhaps over coffee? Tiana Chord Site-411 Director This can't be happening. This isn't happening. Interviewed: Junior Researcher █████ █████ Interviewer: Site-███ Director █████ █████ Foreword: The following interview was conducted.footnote missing <Begin Log> █████ █████: Hello, Amity, sit down, I got you hot chocolate, I know you don't actually like coffee. █████ █████: Thank you so much, yeah. I need an ungodly amount of sugar, can't be healthy. Anyway, what did you want to talk about? █████ █████: To be honest, work sadly. We need to talk about your productiveness recently. █████ █████: Honestly, Tiana, just time, dedication, and stubbornness. █████ █████: It's kinda strange. You're extremely dedicated, it's clear, but you haven't actually handed anything in. How come? █████ █████: I think a lot of my inspiration comes from the weird things in my own life, so I know how to articulate things. Although, I've always been a fan of horror, so that's always going to come in handy. █████ █████: Being a perfectionist surely can't be it. You've stayed overnight here three nights in a row now. You need to talk a break or you're going to kill yourself. █████ █████: Plus, think about how much there is to draw from. I know what makes a good object, so I just need to find the words. █████ █████: SCP-6494? You're not on that though, unless? I mean, I could transfer it over to you, but I honestly don't think you'd be satisfied. We're pretty sure it's getting decommissioned anyways. █████ █████: From there, it all flows onto the canvas and things feel fine. Metaphorically, though, I type it. Obviously, though. Maybe a painting SCP? █████ █████: Amity, are you hearing yourself? This isn't good, you can say you're a "dedicated worker", but does sleeping in your cubicle and living off cafe coffee sound acceptable to you? If you don't get your act together, I'm gonna have to transfer your department. █████ █████: And see, that's how I get my ideas! One-off comments, painting words. Maybe some sort of cognitohazardous painting that has some sort of text. Maybe I could even make that pipe painting, you know? I've always hated it, but maybe I could do something with it. Do other people hate it? █████ █████: Don't worry, I'm not jumping to any definitive punishment. I'm probably just gonna give you a few days off, you've got your eye on that girl down in Logistics, don't you? Maybe take the week of Valentine's off, you could use it. █████ █████: Ah, I tend to ramble. But, yeah, Tiana. If you ever need a hand writing, just ask me, I'm always open to working with others. Well, not always, but I'm sure we could here or there. Maybe if I need you I could get a hand? █████ █████: I can tell you aren't happy, but it's for the better. Anyway… █████ █████: Yeah, I should get going too. Thanks for the coffee. █████ █████: Anytime. I'd love for you to reach out. <End Log> Closing Statement: █████ █████ seemed out of it the entire time. She really needs to take a small work break. You truly believe in the supernatural, despite your field? Good. The motto of the Foundation varies depending who you ask. We're in charge of keeping the strange paranormal secrets of the world tightly wrapped. We live in the light so they can die in the dark. You're exactly the candidate we've been looking, Ms. Thorn. Item#: 6494 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6494 is to self-terminate. Her work is inadequate, and she is unpermitted to work for the Foundation going forward. Description: SCP-6494 is not cut out for this. You have unchanged edits to this document. Would you like to save or discard them? More From This Author More From This Author CompleteIndie's Works SCPs SCP-8359 (+35) • EXB-8831 (+40) • SCP-5763 (+69) • Tales/GoI Formats Other CompleteIndie's Author Page (+14) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6494" by CompleteIndie, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6494. Licensed under CC-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-6495: Where We Fall Author: OliverMemphis We lived in the dark so they could die in the light. More by this author Item#: SCP-6495 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6495-A, -B, -C and -D (left to right) within the Site-43 topside interdiction zone, 2017-07-30. Special Containment Procedures: Should SCP-6495 manifest, personnel are advised to avoid interacting with it outside of approved testing conditions. As the anomaly poses no threat to the Veil, further research and containment efforts have been deemed unnecessary, and have thus been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-6495 is a collection of incorporeal entities possessing the appearance of four human males in their late teens (designated SCP-6495-A through -D). To date, fourteen sightings of SCP-6495 have been reported in various locations; in all such cases, they have manifested outdoors, at night, and in the presence of Foundation personnel, and have subsequently demanifested within ten minutes. SCP-6495 is only perceptible to personnel possessing at least Level 1 Foundation clearance; D-class, civilians and members of other anomalous organisations are incapable of seeing or hearing SCP-6495 under any circumstances. Foundation personnel directly observing or interacting with SCP-6495 report the following effects: SCP-6495-A appears to be constantly 'motion blurred', even when not actually moving; SCP-6495-B induces a sense of vertigo and loss of balance, and appears to be of inconsistent height; all subjects viewing the entity report that it appears roughly one inch shorter than themselves; SCP-6495-C generates high-pitched screaming noises through unclear means, which are audible only to those making direct eye contact with it.No audio equipment has proven capable of recording these noises, but one observer has compared them to "a seagull singing out of tune".; SCP-6495-D possesses no obvious specific anomalous properties, but its speech consists exclusively of variations on the word 'redacted'. >> ADDENDA: LEVEL 4+ CLEARANCE REQUIRED >> CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED Addendum 1, Origin: On 2016-08-03, Incident S128-2016-25 occurred at Site-128.A small containment facility located in the south of England, disguised as a refuse management centre.; the incident report (abridged to include only relevant excerpts) is included below. Incident S128-2016-25 Date: 3 August 2016 Officer of Record: Dr. O. Memphis (Acting Site Director) Summary: Hostile agents of as-yet-unidentified affiliation attacked Site-128, resulting in numerous injuries and casualties as well as severe structural damage. Details: In recent months, on-Site security and associated systems have deteriorated significantly. Power supply issues have been frequent, physical barriers have fallen into disrepair, and insufficient personnel have been assigned to important monitoring positions. These successive failures enabled two separate groups of non-Foundation personnel to access Site-128 on the afternoon of 2016-08-03. At approximately 16:50, four teenage boys entered the grounds of the Site. They did not enter the main facility, but they did gain access to External Building C — a small, temporary structure on the south side of the grounds built primarily of corrugated steel. This building had previously been used to store furniture, office supplies and other non-critical equipment, but was now disused and scheduled for removal. The civilians' motivations for trespassing in either the Site as a whole or this building in particular are unclear, for the reasons outlined below. At 16:56, an armored truck containing twelve hostile insurgents breached the gates at the Site entrance and drove directly into the main building, destroying the front-facing wall and injuring numerous maintenance and support personnel stationed within. Six armed agents then exited the vehicle and headed for the main containment wing. The vehicle then reversed, extricating itself from the wreckage, and drove around the western side of the building, directly into External Building C (apparently unaware that it was empty of Foundation personnel or equipment). Two of the four civilians inside were crushed immediately, and one other was fatally struck in the head by a high-velocity piece of metal originating from the building's structure. Shortly afterwards, the one surviving civilian ran out from the remnants of External Building C, and was quickly shot dead in the crossfire. As most of the security cameras covering this portion of the Site were by now either nonfunctional, damaged, or only capable of recording low-resolution footage, it has proven difficult to determine whether the shot in question was fired by an insurgent or a Foundation agent. The total losses from this attack were as follows: Foundation: Hospitalisation of nine personnel, including Site Director Bradley and Deputy Director Montalbini; all injuries are currently considered serious but not life-threatening; Destruction of one Safe-class SCP object; Destruction of External Building C; Destruction of much of the maintenance & support wing; Structural damage to the main office wing. Non-Foundation: Death of ten hostile insurgents, and capture of the two others (these subjects have been moved to the custody of Site-12; interrogation has thus far yielded minimal results); Death of four civilians (cover-up efforts ongoing). The following senior Site personnel have been suspended, pending an O5 investigation into conspiracy, corruption, and several related charges: Director Marie Bradley; Deputy Director Lorenzo Montalbini; Security Chief Jeffrey Flint. One week after this incident, four incorporeal entities resembling the deceased civilian trespassers manifested in the destroyed remains of External Building C. They then walked to the Site's main parking lot, where they were encountered by Senior Researcher Dr. Kai Lassila. Dr. Lassila immediately phoned Site security; however, the entities demanifested roughly twenty seconds afterwards, making their detainment impossible. Dr. Lassila subsequently reported the anomalous properties of the individuals, and the group was designated SCP-6495. Since this incident, SCP-6495 manifestations have been reported three times outside Site-19, twice at Sites 17, 43 and 91, once at Site-87, and once outside a building owned by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media during an MTF raid. In all cases except one (see Addendum 2), the entities have demanifested too quickly for an interview to be conducted. Addendum 2, Interview: On 2017-07-30, SCP-6495 manifested in the Site-43 topside interdiction zone. Security & Containment personnel noticed and recognised the entities immediately, and did not engage them as per the Special Containment Procedures. SCP-6495 did not demanifest, however, instead remaining motionless for several minutes. By this time, the SCP-6495 file was under the purview of Site-43's Spectrometry and Spectremetry Section.A department dedicated to the investigation of incorporeal and spectral entities.; Dr. Anastasios Mataxas, the Section Chair, was therefore alerted to SCP-6495's continued presence, and quickly travelled topside to conduct an impromptu interview. Date: 30 July 2017 Present: Dr. Anastasios Mataxas, Agent Howard Yancy, SCP-6495-A, -B, -C, -D [Log begins.] [Dr. Mataxas stands in front of the four members of SCP-6495, and avoids looking directly at any of them.] Dr. Mataxas: So what are you, exactly? SCP-6495-A: You know what we are. We're a bunch of weird ghosts who keep randomly showing up. Not complicated. Dr. Mataxas: And why do you do that? SCP-6495-D: Redacted. SCP-6495-C: I dunno. It just sort of happens. Dr. Mataxas: It just sort of happens. SCP-6495-C: Yep. Dr. Mataxas: And your specific… properties? Do those 'just sort of happen' as well? SCP-6495-B: What do you mean? [Dr. Mataxas points at each member of SCP-6495 in turn.] Dr. Mataxas: You look blurry. You look too short and too tall at the same time. You're screaming at me in my head, and you only talk in blackboxes. Why? [SCP-6495-A shrugs.] SCP-6495-A: I don't know. Maybe it's a joke. Dr. Mataxas: A joke? SCP-6495-A: Yeah, we make dumb jokes. You think we've got anything else to do? Dr. Mataxas: I was hoping you'd tell me something useful about yourselves. SCP-6495-D: Redacted! SCP-6495-B: What are you—are you asking why we exist? Because you know that as well. We exist because you fucked up. Dr. Mataxas: Excuse me? SCP-6495-B: Not you you. The Foundation fucked up. You let one of your Sites turn into a warzone, and you let four kids in UrbEx gear wander into the middle of it, and then we fucking died. [Silence on recording.] SCP-6495-C: We just thought you might want a reminder every now and then. [All four members of SCP-6495 demanifest.] [Log ends.] Addendum 3, Update (2017-12-17): I'm going to stray into the bounds of unprofessionalism by adding this note, but I'm putting it in here anyway because I think the information is relevant. I don't work at Site-128 any more. Nobody does, because it got shut down and bulldozed last year (mainly, but not entirely, due to the incident detailed above). I'm at 43 now, with a substantially better job — albeit one involving more paperwork. Sometimes, only sometimes, the administrative grind can obscure the real significance of what we do, and it becomes easy to start wondering what the point of the work even is. Last night was one of those times, so in between dealing with more batches of forms than I care to count, I went topside and sat by the lake for a while. After a few minutes, I heard the voice of a mildly-irritated teenager behind me. "Evening," it said. I didn't bother turning around. I knew who was there, and I knew my head would start spinning if I looked at them. I just stared straight ahead, and said "Hello" into the empty air. There's no transcript of what little was said after that. We were well out of the cameras' audio range, and I certainly don't remember our conversation word-for-word. But I can say this much: they reminded me not to fail. I am often asked variations on the following question: "How was Site-128's security allowed to deteriorate so badly that Incident 2016-25, or anything like it, could ever possibly happen?" The answer to this question is not what people often expect. Three senior staff at the Site lost their jobs as a result of the incident: Director Bradley, Deputy Director Montalbini, and Security Chief Flint. They were originally investigated for "conspiracy" - everyone assumed they'd been working with the hostile forces, or with each other, or with someone, to make sure the Site would fall easily. It's an appealing narrative for sure, but that's not what they were actually found guilty of in the end. They were found guilty of gross negligence. They got complacent, or they got lazy, or they got demotivated, and the rest of us — including myself — either didn't notice, didn't care, or were too afraid to speak up about it. I couldn't tell you anything more specific than that; Bradley, Montalbini and Flint aren't around for me to ask them now. The four people who died as a result are still around, though, and they remind us all why we do what we do — and why we must not, under any circumstances, fail to do it. Proposing that SCP-6495's Special Containment Procedures be amended to the following, with immediate effect: Personnel are advised not to look directly at SCP-6495, should it manifest, but are permitted and encouraged to talk to it. No containment is necessary or will be pursued; SCP-6495 does not threaten the Veil, and may indirectly help to aid its maintenance. - Dr. Oliver Memphis ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6495" by OliverMemphis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6495. Licensed under CC-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: 6495.jpg Author: OliverMemphis License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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Blue Foot Like my stuff? Read more here, and join my Discord server to be notified whenever I post a new piece! Item#: 6496 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Periplaneta americana inhabiting the kitchen of Site-47's cafeteria photographed soon after the discovery of SCP-6496. Special Containment Procedures: No Foundation personnel are to terminate any Periplaneta americana (more commonly known as American cockroaches) on the premises of Site-47. Appropriate measures to ensure the health, safety, and morale of Site-47 staff due to the infestation of Periplaneta americana within the facility are to be taken when necessary. Description: SCP-6496 is an anomalous effect that is related to the Periplaneta americana population inhabiting Site-47. SCP-6496 will cause an incident to occur within Site-47 that results in the harm of Foundation personnel and/or damage to the facility itself. These incidents occur upon the termination of any number of Periplaneta americana on the premises of the site. The damage/injury SCP-6496 related incidents are responsible for are somewhat proportional to the number of Periplaneta americana terminated on site premises in inconsistent timeframes. This pattern is less consistently true as larger numbers of Periplaneta americana are terminated within any given timeframe. Due to the effects of SCP-6496, the Periplaneta americana population has increased dramatically within Site-47 to the point of a severe infestation of the species on the facility's premises. This has caused serious health and safety concerns due to the amount of Periplaneta americana individuals, feces, and saliva in the food supply and living and working spaces of Site-47. Addendum.6496.1: Experiment Log Experiment ID: 6496.01 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate one (1) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: D-8703 experiences a mild electric shock in his left foot immediately after concluding experiment procedures. Experiment ID: 6496.02 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate five (5) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Thirty seconds after D-8703 concludes experiment procedure, a mug belonging to Dr. Huang discharges the coffee within its interior, causing damage to documents located in the vicinity. Experiment ID: 6496.03 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate ten (10) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Five minutes after D-8703 concludes experiment procedures, a ceiling lightbulb detaches from its adapter. It falls onto the head of D-8703. This causes the globe of the lightbulb to shatter into several glass fragments, which are expelled into nearby research personnel, causing minor injuries. Experiment ID: 6496.04 Procedure: D-8703 is to terminate thirty (30) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: D-8703 terminates 27 Periplaneta americana, and then suffers a myocardial infarction and collapses to the floor. D-8703 expires before he can receive medical attention. Experiment ID: 6496.05 Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate seventy (70) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Twenty minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, an EF3 tornado formed within the vicinity of Site-47. The high winds of the tornado cause minor damage to the concrete structure of Site-47. The tornado also damages Dr. Huang's personnel automobile by propelling a Bos taurus (more commonly known as a cow) from a nearby dairy farm1 at a high rate of speed into the vehicle. + PLEASE INPUT 6496/3 CLEARANCE TO VIEW THIS CONTENT - CLEARANCE ACCEPTED Addendum.6496.2: Experiment Log, continued. Experiment ID: 6496.06 Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate one hundred and twenty (120) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Four hours and three minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, Dr. Huang receives an e-mail message from a representative of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions2 (POI-6496). _ + Document.6496.01- Hide this document The following is a transcription of the e-mail message Dr. Huang received from POI-6496: Received: 06:42 PM 03/07/2019 To: Tim Huang From: Kelsey Proctor Subject: Poor treatment of roaches Dear Dr. Huang, I understand that your site is outside of our jurisdiction, but this was too serious to not bring up with you. We here at the Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Committee for Animal Rights got a letter a couple of days ago. It said that you were stomping cockroaches "for science." This is too serious to do nothing about. I understand roaches are seen as pests by a lot of people, but killing them in mass for no good reason is not OK, no matter what you think. Dr. Huang, you are an adult. You know what you are doing, you know what your actions mean. You're committing mass animal genocide with full knowledge. Simply put, do better, Dr. Huang. -Kelsey POI-6496 has not responded to Foundation efforts towards further communication. Experiment ID: 6496.07 Procedure: D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 are to terminate one hundred and fifty (150) Periplaneta americana via crush trauma on the premises of Site-47. Results: Twenty minutes after D-8912, D-0565, and D-3444 conclude experiment procedures, an anomalous human male manifests near the entrance of Site-47. It has the capability of anomalously manifesting and directing lightning from the sky, and it begins to assault Foundation personnel with this effect. It terminates two Foundation personnel, and then is injured by the gunfire of a nearby security patrol. It expires from its injuries before it can receive medical attention. It is believed that this anomaly was a member of the group Serpent's Hand3, as evidenced by the insignia branded on its right arm. This insignia is common among Serpent's Hand members as a means of identification among themselves. Incident.6496.2: On 03/10/2019, SCP-6496 Project Manager Svoboda officially concluded experiments involving SCP-6496 due to the results of Experiment.6496.07. On the same day, SCP-6496's current containment procedures were put into effect. As a result, the population of Periplaneta americana within Site-47 greatly increased over the course of several monthes. On 10/17/2019, Site Director Gomez discovered that the population of approximately 20 Periplaneta americana inhabiting her living quarters had damaged a family heirloom she had left on her writing desk. The Periplaneta americana had consumed a portion of the object's paint, and had defecated on it. The emotional distress of this incident, along with the stress of living within close proximity of a large population of Periplaneta americana for an extended period of time, motivated Director Gomez to contact a Foundation pest control unit. The team utilized pesticides to exterminate a large portion of the Periplaneta americana population living on the premises of Site-47. The number of Periplaneta americana that expired due to this unit's actions is unknown. On 10/18/2019, it was noted that significantly more Periplaneta americana were present in the site's interior than during the previous day. It was estimated that approximately double the population of Periplaneta americana were inhabiting the site compared to the estimation calculated on 10/09/2019. Director Gomez received an e-mail message on 10/19/2019 from a Google account under the name of "lambpez113". The individual who maintains this Google account, and presumably contacted Director Gomez via e-mail, is to be referred to as POI-6973. It has been speculated that POI-6973 is a previously unknown member of the group Gamers Against Weed4, as evidenced by their writing style and knowledge of anomalous events within the Foundation, although this is unconfirmed. The following is a transcription of the e-mail message Director Gomez received from POI-6973: Received: 03:22 PM 10/19/2019 To: Miranda Gomez From: lambpez113 Subject: COCKED ON Dear Mrs. Gomez, lmao get COCKed on Roaches with love, lambpez As a result of the further population increase of Periplaneta americana inhabiting Site-47 due to this incident, relocating staff to an alternate location due to serious health and safety concerns has been considered by site administrators. Footnotes 1. A Foundation front, the premises of which surround Site-47. It is used to conceal the location of the site. 2. GOI-446 3. GOI-0020 4. 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Item#: SCP-6497 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Attempting to intercept the transmissions affiliated with SCP-6497 has been deemed ineffective. Containment efforts are instead to be focused in suppressing the chances of exposure in the general populace. Web traffic and common medical records in the country of The United States of America are to be monitored for evidence of SCP-6497 activity. Exposed individuals are to be apprehended and amnesticized regardless of the level of exposure to the anomaly. Additionally, should the affected individual have been physically modified by a CUSTOMER-Event, these changes are to be catalogued. Discovered instances of SCP-6497-1 are to be recovered and stored in their respective storage folder at Site-76. An information campaign informing the general populace of the dangers of signing contracts which seem vague in nature is currently ongoing. Description: SCP-6497 is the designation given to a currently ongoing series of commercials which aim to familiarize affected individuals to an anomalous service consistently referred to as "Dr. Wink's Fantabulous Service: Be The Better You!". Though these manifestations have been determined to be rare, estimated to appear yearly in 0.7% of American households on average1, instances of SCP-6497 have been encountered in most American states, appearing in the television feed of individual households instead of the general audience. The exact details of SCP-6497 vary between each time an instance of SCP-6497 is aired, the only consistent traits between them being the following: An brief introduction to the service by a masculine voice A brightly colored, fast paced presentation A phone number which has been the same in each instance so far Calling the number displayed in an SCP-6497 instance will result in the call going into voice mail, as well as the manifestation of SCP-6497-1 in the caller's dwelling approximately 12-48 hours later. SCP-6497-1 is a contract which has the appearance of having been printed on a standard A4 sized paper. Discovered instances of SCP-6497-1 are identical to one another with no significant deviations, consisting of a brief introduction to the service, a space for a signature, and several squares with the intention of providing several choices of various body parts and organs.2 In addition, an empty space is provided for the writing of further details regarding the selected options. Signing SCP-6497-1 in one's own signature causes the instance to demanifest as soon as physical contact with the paper is broken. Implementation of the service event, hereby referred to as CUSTOMER-Event, follows within 24-48 hours3, the details of which depend on the options chosen. SCP-6497 activity was first detected in 2007 when reports of people being miraculously cured of their physical ailments by a salesman were reported all around the United States, similar cases having occurred yearly. Nearly all cases involved the individual being cured by the services of a salesman which they discovered through a commercial, descriptions of which being highly similar in all reported cases. Research into individual cases initially revealed no evidence of the described commercials having been aired at any point in time, nor there existing a company that could be linked to any of the information acquired. Currently ongoing broadcast television surveillance did confirm the occasional appearance of SCP-6497 activity in the states of Ohio, Tennessee, Washington, Arizona and Alaska during the initial surveillance period. Addendum 6497-1: CUSTOMER-Events - Show Log Civilians known to have been exposed to SCP-6497 during the initial surveillance period were detained, questioned and examined prior to being amnesticized. A theme of physical improvements was quickly recognized in the results of these cases. Event #1 Subject: Harold Grimes Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Finger" on the contract. Interview summary: The subject reported his finger being completely cured of the lasting damage he had sustained after contracting Seal finger4. The reported reason for him utilizing the service was the possibility of the lasting damage being relieved. Event #2 Subject: Megan Hallow Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Eyes" on the contract. Interview summary: The subject reported her eyesight having improved overnight, which he believes to be directly related to the service she was provided. The reported reason for her utilizing the service was her desire to join United States Air Force, which she was previously denied of due to her insufficient eyesight. She had refused to partake in the required testing despite her improved eyesight. Event #3 Subject: Christopher Palmer Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Leg" on the contract. Additionally he had written further details regarding his wish, asking for the option to apply for both of his legs. Interview summary: The subject reported his legs having developed more muscle mass overnight. The reported reason for him utilizing the service was his desire to win the local marathon contest without having to participate in active physical training which he described as "bothersome". Subject displayed apathy towards his surroundings, speaking only when spoken to, reason for this behavior being his lost will to attend the marathon. Event #4 Subject: Helen Strick Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Other" on the contract, and given further details on how she would like her nose to be. Interview summary: The subject reported her nose having been straightened and decreased in size overnight. While these were the details she had written down on SCP-6497-1, she displayed displeasure for the result. Event #5 Subject: José Ortega Details of SCP-6497-1: The subject had crossed out the option "Other" on the contract, and written "Brain" on the line next to the option square. He had then provided further details by writing down he wishes for his IQ to exceed 130. Interview summary: The subject believed his IQ having vastly improved overnight, claiming he was accepted as a member of Mensa. This turned out to be false, and while the rest of his story was confirmed, he had repeatedly scored 115-1255 on the official Mensa IQ test, as opposed to the average score of 101 he had prior to the CUSTOMER-event. Upon this being pointed out to him, he began to cry. He then explained his desire of developing his intelligence having been extinguished over the past week, which apparently was detrimental to his self-confidence. Research notes: While the affected individuals had no notable physical traits justifying further measures, most of them seemed unwell mentally, behaving rather depressed with the exception of the individual Harold Grimes. We will know for sure only after we're finished with the examination, but the affected individuals mental state might be something of note. Apparently this Harold Grimes fellow contracted seal finger again, what a waste of an anomaly. - Researcher Jenner VIDEO LOG Date: 11 / 8 / 2007 Preword: The DNA-testing subsequent to the physical examination of subjects affected by a CUSTOMER-event was finished. Researcher Savos arrived in the office of Dr. West, who at the time was accompanied by Researcher Stork. [ACCESSING SITE SURVEILLANCE RECORD…] [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Savos enters the room holding a document. Dr. West: Momma didn't teach you how to knock? Researcher Savos: My apologies, but you want to see this. Dr. West: The results of SCP-6497 examination I assume. It better be or I'm sending you back to the door. Savos hands Dr. West the document. Dr. West: I see… and you're sure of this? Researcher Savos: Yeah, we ran the tests 3 times. The DNA sequence is an exact match in all the cases so far. Researcher Stork: Wait just a minute. You're telling me these people are clones of each other? That doesn't make any sense. Dr. West: No Stork, it means the healed body parts are genetically identical to one another. Though now I highly doubt any healing has taken place at any point. Researcher Savos: The DNA sequence though… Dr. West: Inconclusive, yes yes. It's never that easy. What about the mental state of these people? Jenner was quite adamant of the possibility of the CUSTOMER-events having mind affecting consequences. Researcher Savos: I think they seemed displeased of their situation in one way or the other, but at this point it's still too early to say anything for sure. So far I don't see anything concerning, but we'll keep an eye out in case more of these cases pop up. Dr. West: I see. Now, if that's all then you're excused. Stork, we'll continue this conversation later. I have a call to make. [END LOG] Addendum 6497-2: Dr. West Research Notes - Show Log Audio Logs Head of Research, Dr. Aaron West. SCP-6497 It is currently 12th of August, 2007. 10:31 AM. This is Dr. West, currently assigned as the Head of Research at Site-76, investigating the anomaly designated as SCP-6497. Lately there's no whiff about any new cases, so currently the leads we got now are pretty much all we have. Despite this I have confidence that there will be more cases popping up, hopefully because our means of detecting them improve as we get to know what we're dealing with here. As for the origin of SCP-6497 itself, current attempts to find whatever source the broadcast signal originates from are still ongoing. The mechanism behind SCP-6497's uncanny ability to broadcast itself in the television feed of singular households while bypassing the eyes of the general populace seems unfeasible, and will undoubtedly pose a challenge in finding the signal, assuming there is one. More people are being affected as I sit here babbling into my recorder, though it's likely this has been going on for a while at least right under our noses. We have reported cases, but if this is like pretty much any crime out there, we sure as hell don't know the half of it. 21st of August, 2007. Dr. West, continuing with the investigation of SCP-6497. The initial surveillance period is nearly finished, with 2 new confirmed cases of CUSTOMER-Events discovered since the the last checkup. DNA testing yielded the exact same results, can't say I'm surprised. Our readiness in terms of fast response and recovery have improved vastly, though we have been unsuccessful in finding the broadcast signal associated with SCP-6497 activity. The apprehended individuals were given the same physical evaluation, but Jenner was given full permission to go evaluate them with her theory in mind. Jenner's a capable woman, if she has a reasonable hunch, then I'm not stopping it. Anyway, turns out she might be onto something. She pointed out the last batch of "customers" were all quite unhappy, if not with their current predicament, then with the result of whatever drove them to sign that contract. Pretty understandable, so I didn't pay too much mind to it. Then this kid from the last batch told how he dropped out of school some time after the CUSTOMER-Event took place. He even passed the test, why drop out now? Apparently he too wanted to become more intelligent like that other guy, but also wrote his little wish on the paper to get himself a pair of muscly arms. You know, back in my day we just studied harder and went to the gym when we had time instead of signing shady contracts like absolute dimwits. I swear, motivation is wasted on the youth. 12th of September, 2007. 6:13 PM. Just earlier we got news which could change the course of this goose chase. A researcher from an unrelated project on this site saw an SCP-6497 commercial, and actually managed to record most of it on his phone. I happen to have the displeasure of knowing the guy's an underachiever, but I suppose all motivation-challenged slugs have their day. As for the recording, what we got from the witness reports matches what we saw, and so far there's nothing indicating instances of SCP-6497 having cognitohazardous traits. Must be easy selling this when there's idiots around every corner. Speaking of which, this "Salesman", who- or whatever it may be, is either poor at what it does, or happens to get whatever it wants simply by the implementation of CUSTOMER-events. Either way, we now have a lot of fleshy spare parts to hunt down. It's just hard to imagine a reasonable motive for any of this, and finally getting to hear that voice myself makes this feel that much more personal to me. Sigh. I really don't believe there's anything at the moment we can do to actually halt SCP-6497 activity, best we can do is suppress whatever activity we happen to detect. I have faith in my team, but there's only so much we can do with the leads we have, and even those aren't that much in the end. Stork blurred out his theory of the original body parts having been completely swapped with these anomalous ones instead of having gone through some genetic altering. It's certainly a thought to consider, and answers have a tendency to just create more questions. I don't want want to jump to any conclusions, but I don't want to rule out any possibilities either. Stay ambitious, fair researchers of Site-76. Even you Stork. Addendum 6497-3: Incident Report - Show File 27 / 9 / 2007 Dr. West discovered a small bottle containing a purple liquid substance on the desk in his office. A small note was tied to the neck of the bottle with a decorative string. A little preview for my favorite go-getter. Keep up the good work! -Dr. Wink Upon making contact with the bottle, the television in Dr. West's office turned on and started displaying a commercial very similar in pattern with the commercial linked to SCP-6497 activity. Said commercial advertised a service titled "Dr. Wink's Fantabulous Service For Unmotivated Go-Getters!". It played in loop for 3 times before ending abruptly. Dr. West managed to record most of the commercial. Dr. West reported the appearance of the bottle, and investigation could prove no apparent reason as to how the bottle got into Dr. West's office unnoticed, or why the anomaly attempted communication with him. Following this, the purple substance was determined as a part of SCP-6497 activity, and designated as SCP-6497-2. Experiment 6497-A Date: 27 / 9 / 2007 Subject: D-1190 Attending researcher: Researchers Jenner and Savos Procedure: Subject was ordered to ingest SCP-6497-2 in order to study any physical or mental effects on human beings. Subject was held in an observation cell for the duration of the procedure. [BEGIN LOG] 13:00 D-1190 receives the order to ingest a small sample of SCP-6497-2, which he complies. 13:02 No effects detected. Attending researchers continue the observation of the subject. 13:11 Increase in dopamine detected. 13:13 Subject's mood seems to improve, indicated by his body language and gestures. 13:15 Subject is ordered to stand on his right foot while reciting the alphabets in reverse order. Subject complies immediately, and carries out the task with no difficulty. 13:30 No further notable effects are observed. Guards enter the observation cell, and order D-1190 to exit. D-1190 complies, and returns to his cell with no resistance, still retaining his elevated mood. [END LOG] Afterword: No alterations to the physique of the subject was observed, DNA- or otherwise. Further testing to be commenced shortly. Experiment 6497-B Date: 27 / 9 /2007 Subject: D-1190, D-6026 and D-4385 Attending researcher: Researchers Jenner and Savos Procedure: The subjects were ordered to ingest a sample of SCP-6497-2, with the exception of D-1190 as he had recently been exposed to it. Subjects were instructed to perform a task which is designed to measure ones intelligence, and ability to perform in teamwork. Subjects were held in an observation cell for the duration of the procedure. [BEGIN LOG] The subjects enter the room escorted by 2 guards. The subjects then watch the guards unlock the door on the way back, and exit the observation cell. 15:00 D-6026 and D-4385 are ordered to ingest SCP-6497-2, both of which hesitate to do so. D-1190 encourages them to comply with the orders, claiming he has felt content after consuming it himself. 15:01 D-6026 and D-4385 comply. 15:12 Both subjects display elevated dopamine levels highly similar to what was observed in experiment 6497-A. 15:15 The subjects are presented with a puzzle box which requires problem solving skills, as well as precise timing achievable through teamwork to successfully open. Subjects observe the box, immediately sharing their thoughts of it with each other. 15:21 The box is successfully opened. The subjects compliment each other, seemingly having forgotten the presence of the observers. 15:22 Attending researchers leave the observation area to monitor the behavior of the subjects via camera feed. 15:29 The subjects gather together to converse, keeping the volume of their speech too low for the audio recording equipment to pick up. 15:32 D-6026 runs into the corner of the room, and begins to "draw" patterns onto the floor with his finger. Camera feed zooms in to recognize them, but is unable to see anything unusual. 15:33 D-1190 and D-4385 manage to open the electronic combination lock of the observation cell door. A nearby guard sets off the alarm. 15:34 D-1190 and D-4385 narrowly evade the guards gunfire. D-6026 exits the observation cell and attempts to tackle the guard, but is terminated via gunfire by another guard. 15:35 D-1190 and D-4385 are located and terminated via gunfire. [END LOG] Afterword: It is suspected the patterns D-6026 "drew" were simply a distraction with the intention of drawing the observers attention towards himself. How D-1190 and D-4385 managed to unlock the door is not known. The results of the experiment indicate SCP-6497-2's effects being of possible value to the Foundation. The subjects demonstrated elevated performance in regard to communication and intelligence. Opening the box took them only 6 minutes and 27 seconds, while the average among recorded attempts is nearly 15 minutes. The swiftly formed plan of escape is thought to be the result of SCP-6497-2's effects. Addendum 6497-4: Containment Update - Credentials Verified It was thought approaching the investigation from the viewpoint of a salesman could expedite the investigation process. Dr. West contacted Dr. Harmon of Site-109, who was known for his expertise in Economic- and Trading Sciences. Below is the chat log of their conversation. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:05 #1 Good day Dr. Harmon T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:05 #2 Good day. I understood you needed my help with an anomalous product of sorts? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:06 #3 Well yes, soon so to be product at least. We have reason to believe the distribution will start soon, and any help on how we could prevent this is appreciated. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:06 #4 Of course. Just give me a moment to get to know what we got here. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:07 #5 6497SCP.zip 6497comm2.mov I must ask you to delete this information after we are done. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:23 #6 Looks like what we have here is someone doing dirty business. You're now aware of the product, but the question of supply isn't so clear. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:24 #7 Any ideas? If this is a business, there has to be something to gain from this. There has to be a reliable supply of whatever is used to make SCP-6497-2, and a sufficient demand for it. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:25 #8 Now you're thinking the way you should. And that is what leads us to what I believe to be the most believable answer. You see, businessmen are alike with any other people in one important way. If they wish to achieve something, they need to want it. What one needs is three distinct tools needed to success. Appropriate skill and knowledge, the will to want it, and the will to put effort into whatever it is they desire. In some cases the latter two are arguably more important than actual skill because they are needed in order to push an individual to improve oneself to learn and strive towards the goal they have set their mind on. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:28 #9 So what you're saying is that this is actual motivation in a bottle? T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:28 #10 That's about it, yes. You could also call it desire. And it has to come from somewhere. Is the picture getting clearer to you? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:29 #11 Researcher Stork proposed a theory about how the original body parts of CUSTOMER-Event affected individuals are actually completely taken. While that seems more plausible by the second, that's not what's important here. It's what was taken along them. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:30 #12 Well there's the equivalent of a supply chain in this case. A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:30 #13 That would make sense. Whatever motivation they had was clearly wasted on them. Thank you, I know what must be done. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:30 #14 Say, have you been feeling tired lately? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:31 #15 Now that you mention it, yes. The investigation of this thing honestly hasn't progressed much until very recently. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:31 #16 Do you understand market segmentation? A. West 8/10/07 MON 12:32 #17 Enough to know your point based just on the fact you even knew to ask that of me. T. Harmon 8/10/07 MON 12:33 #18 Best of luck, doctor. To: Site Director Waltz From: Aaron West Subject: SCP-6497 Update Date: 12/ 1 /2008 Hello Director I am pleased to inform you we have managed to redirect the distribution of SCP-6497-2 from civilian consumers to exclusively Site-76. Using instances of SCP-6497-1 affiliated with the service "Dr. Wink's Fantabulous Service for Unmotivated Go-Getters!" on a monthly basis to order more SCP-6497-2 instances than it is possible to produce, we should be able to purchase the entire stock, preventing them from reaching civilians. The fact that no cases of commercials advertising said service have been detected outside Site-76 seems to support this hypothesis. While we are still very much incapable of completely halting SCP-6497 activity and the "harvesting" of SCP-6497-2, I believe doing so would be a mistake even should we be able to do so. Cutting off the supply could potentially result in SCP-6497 changing its usual activity to adapt to "a new market." Best we keep things as predictable as possible. The research team has recognized the SCP-6497-2's potential capability to be used for the benefit of the Foundation, as the test results have so far been nothing but encouraging. Even if using it after all this has a certain sense of irony. Future use as efficiency enhancement in small doses is a possibility, though the research is most likely better suited for another team. The Special Containment Procedures revised to account for this new information will be delivered in your office by tomorrow afternoon for approval. Motivation shouldn't come from the bottom of a bottle, but rather your character. Though a glass of scotch every now and then does no harm. Still, as much as these new developments have benefited us, I can't shake off the feeling it was us who got the short end of the stick here. Footnotes 1. Most cases are likely to go unreported. 2. The provided options are following: Hand, Arm, Finger, Leg, Eyes and Other. 3. The exact time seems to depend on the scale of the event. 4. An infection which is usually contracted as a result of unprotected seal handling. 5. A minimum score of 130 is required to pass the test. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6497" by SphereFinale, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6497. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains references to the abuse of minorities and the trafficking of human remains. ⚠️ content warning fabledtiefling Did you enjoy the article? Please check out my other works! Right here! Item#: 6498 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6498. Special Containment Procedures: Plans are currently being drafted to safely decommission SCP-6498. Until a sufficiently acceptable plan is created, personnel are to avoid entering SCP-6498. Any items removed from SCP-6498 must be returned as soon as possible. Any personnel found with an item removed from SCP-6498 will be disciplined accordingly. All information relating to the former town of Faraday, Georgia has been successfully expunged from all records. Outside access to the former location of Faraday, Georgia has been restricted under the cover of an ongoing ecological survey. Description: SCP-6498 refers to the home located at 1386 Wayfarer Way in Faraday, Georgia. All anomalous activity relating to SCP-6498 has been restricted to the interior of the home. Anomalous activity relating to SCP-6498 appears connected to items within the home. Removal of items from SCP-6498 will result in anomalous activity manifesting wherever the item is taken. This activity ceases once the item is returned to SCP-6498. Activity relating to SCP-6498 ranges from benign to violent, with no clear pattern of activity. Activity seen so far includes but is not limited to: Levitating objects Objects moving on their own Floors of the home collapsing underneath personnel Manifestations of human faces along the walls Large volumes of bones manifesting in several locations and demanifesting upon hitting the floor Personnel being touched, hit, and shoved by incorporeal forces Vocalizations in Urdu, Hindi, Prakrit, and English Manifestations of creatures composed of several human skeletons Addendum 6498.1: Initial Exploration SCP-6498 was contained alongside ████ other anomalies in February of 1988 when the town of Faraday, Georgia was officially contained and closed off from the outside world. Due to the sheer volume of anomalies discovered within Faraday, and the relatively contained nature of SCP-6498, the anomaly was not properly discovered until 2017. Initial expeditions into the anomaly were approved shortly after, and three agents from MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") who had proven reliable in investigating Faraday anomalies were assigned to the mission. VIDEO LOG DATE: March 28th, 2018 SUBJECT: SCP-6498 TEAM LEAD: Agent Goose TEAM MEMBERS: Agent Goose, Agent Bluejay, Agent Sparrow [BEGIN LOG] [All body cameras save for the one on Agent Goose go live. Agent Goose is seen fumbling with his camera.] Bluejay: Hold still, hold still. There, camera's on and mic's on. [Agent Goose's camera goes live.] Goose: Ugh. Thanks, Jay. Sparrow: Alright, alright. Anything we need to review before we go? Goose: Simple mission here. Get in, confirm and report anomalous activity found inside, and get the hell back out. From what I heard from Caraway it's just poltergeist stuff1. Sparrow: Got it. Lead the way! [All three agents approach the door. Agent Goose attempts to open the door, but appears to be unable to turn the knob. Agent Goose begins to shake the knob and bang at the door before recoiling.] Goose: SHIT. Ow, fucking hell. Bluejay: You ok? It's not like you to cuss like that. What happened? Goose: Damn thing got really hot all of a sudden. [Agent Goose holds out his hand to Agent Bluejay's camera. His hand appears to bear second degree burns with notable surface blistering.]] Bluejay: Damn, that's bad. Hold on, I think I…got it. [Agent Bluejay takes Agent Goose's hand and rubs a lotion over it. Agent Goose's body stiffens and then relaxes.] Bluejay: New item from the medical center. Good for burns and rashes, you should be ok in a few. Not perfect, mind you, but better. Sparrow: Alright you two, glad that's solved but we're still not in. I'm just gonna bust the door down, objections? Goose: I'll authorize it. I don't want anyone else to mess with the knob right now. [Agent Sparrow takes several steps back before rushing the door with his shoulder. Right before his shoulder makes contact, the door swings open. Agent Sparrow attempts to stop himself, but continues forward and crashes into the main staircase.] Goose: All ok, Sparrow? Sparrow: I'm fine. A bruise at the worst. We're in at least. Goose: Good. Alright, let's move. We're going to start up top and move down. Head up the stairs everyone. [All agents ascend the stairs. Approximately halfway up, Agent Bluejay appears to trip and grab onto Agent Goose. The two, as well as Agent Sparrow, begin to tumble down the stairs. Review of the footage reveals that the stairs had levelled out into a ramp. Further audio review revealed a voice saying "Please, no more" in Urdu.] Bluejay: Shit, sorry, Goose. We're off to a bad start here, huh? Goose: Slightly more anomalous activity than initially reported. Everyone, proceed with more caution moving forward, alright? Bluejay: Roger! Sparrow: Roger. [All three agents brace themselves using the walls on either side of the staircase and use them to help ascend the ramp. Approximately halfway up, something slams the wall and throws Agent Goose off balance, as well as knocking photograph that had been hung on the wall to the floor. Before he is able to fall, Agent Bluejay manages to catch him. Something bangs the wall once more, and continues banging for several minutes.] Goose: Jay, look. That's a hand, isn't it? Bluejay: Sure as hell, that's a hand. Looks like it's pushing out of the damn wall. Wait, Goose! Look! [Agent Bluejay aims his bodycam up the stairwell. The stairwell appears to go onwards an undetermined distance, with the top obscured in darkness. Up the stairwell, a series of hands and faces push and bang against the walls at various points.] Goose: Fucking hell. What class is this now? Bluejay: Interactive haunting I think. Stretches the definition a bit, but hey. Sparrow: Doesn't matter what it is, just get up the stairs guys. [All three agents make their way up the staircase as before. As they ascend, several vocalizations can be heard from the surroundings2. Each agent reaches the top landing. A gasp can be heard, and Agent Goose's camera is pointed down the hall. What appear to be various types of human bones stick out from random points along the floor, walls, and ceiling. Each is covered in muscle and tendons as if freshly separated from a body.] Goose: Alright, enough. Everyone out, we're not prepped for this. Back down the stairs and get out of the house, I'm calling the mission here. CLOSING NOTES: All three agents successfully left SCP-6498 in the three minutes following Agent Goose's order. Aside from several hand shaped bruises up Agent Sparrow's leg, there were no notable injuries to any of the agents. Review of the recording's audio discovered a long scream that begun as the agents left the scene. When asked, all agents stated that they heard nothing as they left. [END LOG] Addendum 6498.2: Second Exploration Following the results of the initial exploration into SCP-6498, a new plan was devised to ensure both success in future expeditions and the safety of exploring agents. Agents Goose, Bluejay, and Sparrow remained assigned to the object, and each were provided a new set of supplies to better respond to the new discoveries. VIDEO LOG DATE: April 15th, 2018 SUBJECT: SCP-6498 TEAM LEAD: Agent Goose TEAM MEMBERS: Agent Goose, Agent Bluejay, Agent Sparrow [BEGIN LOG] Goose: Camera and audio check, we all ok? Bluejay: Yep. Sparrow: Roger. Goose: Alright. Goal for this mission is to get upstairs and get down that hall. Let's move! [Agent Sparrow moves towards the front door, which opens. He yelps as a vase flies out, barely missing him before shattering against the sidewalk.] Bluejay: How welcoming. Goose: Just be careful, everyone. Keep your guard up. [All three agents enter the home and begin ascending the staircase. A murmur is heard from the surroundings as they ascend, growing louder the closer they get to the top until it becomes a series of screams3 Each reaches the landing at the top.] Goose: Jesus that was loud. Doesn't seem to have reached a damaging volume at least. Sparrow: Looks like the hall of gore is still here. Are those real? [Agent Bluejay taps what appears to be a human spine with the end of a flashlight. The bone immediately crumbles into a cloud of dust.] Goose: Ok, so they're real but not sturdy. Good news is, we can get through. Let's move, try any doors you see on the way down. [The group makes their way down the hall, knocking the various bones down as they proceed. They eventually come upon a door to their right. Agent Goose nods towards Agent Sparrow, who proceeds to open the door. Agent Sparrow's camera reveals the room to be a half bathroom. A large quadrupedal creature that appears to be composed of bones can be seen hunched over in a corner. It makes a quiet chattering noise until it notices Agent Sparrow. It turns towards Agent Sparrow and lunges, taking his camera offline.] Sparrow: GAH! [The other agents' cameras remain online, and show the creature tackling Agent Sparrow to the ground before phasing through the floor. Agent Sparrow remains laying on the ground.] Bluejay: Sparrow! Are you ok? Sparrow: What the fuck was that? Goose: Hm, technically it meets the definition of poltergeist, but- Sparrow: Not what I fucking meant, I mean what the fuck was that thing? Bluejay: I didn't get a good enough look at it. All I could see was a shit ton of bones. [Agent Goose enters the bathroom and slowly pans his camera through the room. Aside from signs of general neglect, no anomalous activity can be seen nor can signs of the previously seen creature be found. Agent Goose carefully opens the medicine cabinet over the sink. Upon opening, several human digits that appear to have been severed at the base fall out and phase through the floor.] Sparrow: What the fuck is going on in this place? Goose: Let's move. We aren't going to get any more answers standing here. Bluejay: I see another room at the end of the hall. Wanna check that out? Sparrow: Someone else open the door this time. [Agent Bluejay approaches the door and opens it. His camera reveals the room to be the master bedroom. The room is in severe disarray, with several pieces of furniture damaged and overturned. The bed itself appears to have had a large hole torn in the center.] Bluejay: Bedroom. I don't see any creatures inside, but this thing is torn up bad. What should we do? Goose: Go in, but be careful. Don't touch anything. [Each agent enters the bedroom. As the final agent, Sparrow, crosses the threshold, the door slams shut and the room begins to rattle. Agent Sparrow's camera flickers back on for a moment before shutting off once again. Agent Goose suddenly looks upwards, revealing the ceiling to be completely covered by human skulls of various sizes, each of different stages in human development. Further review of the footage reveals at least 25% of the skulls to superficially resemble those of infants between two and seven months old. Each skull vocalizes in response to the agents.4] Goose: Open the door. OPEN THE DOOR. [Agent Sparrow attempts to open the door. All attempts to open the door, including the use of blunt force, fail. The room rattles with increasing violence the more he attempts to open the door.] Goose: Fuck fuck fuck DUCK AND COVER EVERYONE! [Each agent drops to the floor and covers their heads as the skulls fall from the ceiling. Every skull that does not make contact with an agent phases through the floor while those that do attempt to latch on with their jaws. Most fail and fall through the floor, but several manage to successfully bite each agent. The agents panic and knock the skulls off with whatever they can, including batons and broken pieces of furniture. All skulls are successfully removed.] Bluejay: Is…is that the last of them? Sparrow: I'm a little fucked up but I'm clean. Goose? Goose: Got the last one off. Holy shit. Bluejay: Hey, guys? Check this out. [Agent Bluejay picks a book up off the floor.] Bluejay: "Introduction to Human Osteology". Sparrow: There's another book over here. Just "Introduction to Osteology." Wait got another…oh it's just a Bible. Lots of little sticky notes in it, looks like someone was really into Jesus. Goose: Well that's…something. I think I'm starting to get an idea here. [Agent Goose inspects the room, eventually entering into the closet. His camera reveals the closet floor to be covered with broken shards of bone.] Goose: And I'm starting to feel like my theories are confirmed. Take a look. Sparrow: What the shit, is this human? [Agent Bluejay walks up to the closet and bends over to pick up a shard of bone.] Bluejay: …No. Take a look. This is from a jawbone, and that's a tooth see? This looks like…dog, maybe? Coyote? Goose: The closet's full of them. I'm guessing they were on the shelves before something tore through here and broke it all. Sparrow: So the guy who owned the place was a bone weirdo, gotcha. Doesn't explain all the human shit, though. The bones here are all animals right? If that's the case then why is all the haunting stuff clearly human? Goose: I don't know, but I'm not really sure I want to find out. Bluejay: Not like we get a choice in the matter. Should we move out? Goose: Yeah, let's… Sparrow: Did we check out this bed yet? This is a pretty big hole here, definitely looks like some animal tore it out. [Agent Goose and Bluejay turn around, revealing Agent Sparrow to be leaning over the hole in the bed.] Goose: Sparrow, get away from there. We've had enough accidents, we should probably just move out for the day. Sparrow: Yeah, you're right. [Agent Sparrow turns to return to the other agents. As soon as his back is turned, another massive creature that appears to be composed of human skeletons rises from the hole. It shouts in a cacophony of voices5 as several skeletal arms reach out and grab Agent Sparrow's arms and legs. Agent Sparrow thrashes against the creature, to no avail.] Bluejay: Sparrow, hold still! I'll get you outta there! [Agent Bluejay pulls out his baton and runs to Agent Sparrow. He begins beating the skeletal arms restraining Agent Sparrow with the baton, breaking several. For every arm he breaks, however, a new one takes its place. Several begin to reach out to him as well, before Agent Goose rushes over and tackles him away from the creature. Agent Sparrow continues to resist as the creature drags him through the hole in the bed, vanishing.] Goose: Fuck, Sparrow! Sparrow! Jay, is his camera on still? Bluejay: No good, it's down. His audio is still on, but- Goose: Pull up his audio, we can at least try to figure out where the fuck he went. [Agent Bluejay tunes to Agent Sparrow's audio channel. The sound of Agent Sparrow screaming, alongside the sound of several voices shouting in various languages are heard6. Eventually, Agent Sparrow's screaming stops and a dull thud is heard, followed by the sound of a heavy object being dragged. After approximately a minute, a grinding and crunching sound is heard followed by several soft, wet thuds.] Goose: That sounded like… Bluejay: A body hitting concrete. A good thud, but there was that slightly hollow sound. No freaking clue what the rest was. Goose: Looks like we're going to the basement a bit earlier than expected. Access is through the kitchen. Let's move. [Agents Goose and Bluejay run down the hall. Several human bones erupt from the floor and walls as they go, tripping Agent Goose at one point. Agent Bluejay catches him, and the two manage to make it down the stairs and into the kitchen. The kitchen is unremarkable, with no signs of activity.] Goose: Careful, Jay. We can't afford any more mistakes. Door is over there, by the fridge. Bluejay: Understood. [Agent Goose leads the way over to the basement door. As they pass the refrigerator, the freezer door swings open and drops something frozen which clatters onto the floor7. Agent Bluejay stops before he trips on it. He proceeds to carefully step over it. Both agents make it to the basement door. Agent Goose opens the door and shines a light down the stairs. The light fails to penetrate past the first five steps.] Goose: Jay, grab my hand and stay close. [Agent Bluejay steps onto the first step with Agent Goose. As he does, the door slams shut behind them. The agents are suddenly shoved forward by an unseen force and tumble down the stairs.] Bluejay: Ugh, you ok? Goose: Just a mild concussion. My light's broken, though. Bluejay: Looks like mine still works. Let's see…there we go. [Agent Bluejay shines a flashlight around the room. Eventually the light shines on a door with several femurs sticking out of it in a cross shape. Both agents approach the door and carefully open it.] Goose: …Shit. [The room appears to be a large, well organized storage closet. Each shelf contains hundreds of human bones, arranged by type and size. The back wall appears to be a collection of human spines8.] Bluejay: Holy fuck. Are these all…? Goose: Human, yeah. Well organized and everything. Someone had a hobby here. Bluejay: Wait, Goose. Look. All the ones over here are tagged "For Sale". Goose: Jesus, these are all tiny too. Just…don't touch anything. We're just gonna have to get a specialized team in here to clean this place, this is way outside of our skillset at this point. Let's just- [Agent Goose turns back towards the door and stops. Agent Sparrow hangs from the door, his body impaled at several points by the bones that were seen on the other side.] Bluejay: Fucking hell man. Sparrow.. Goose: Jay, I recommend you don't look down. [Agent Goose aims his bodycam at the floor, revealing what appears to be another human body pinned to the ground at various points with bones. The body is flat, appearing to contain no internal structures of any kind.] Bluejay: …Let's get back to base, Goose. We're done here. Goose: I'm taking a quick sample. …Got it. Let's get out. [Several chanting vocalizations are heard throughout the home as both agents exit9.] [END LOG] CLOSING NOTES: All further exploration into SCP-6498 is strictly prohibited until further notice. Agent Goose returned with what was identified as a human femur. Genetic profiling revealed it to be Indian in origin, though Foundation efforts were unable to successfully match it to a human profile. Addendum 6498.3: Incident Log VIDEO LOG DATE: April 16th, 2018 NOTE: The following log is a video recording of the Foundation Department of Osteology's research lab. The FDO had received the bone recovered from SCP-6498 approximately seven hours before the following incident was recorded. [BEGIN LOG] 01:01: The bone recovered from SCP-6498 begins to rattle in its glass casing. nearby researchers fail to notice. 01:03: The rattling grows more violent. Blood and viscera begin to cover the bone from an unknown source and steadily fill the glass casing. A researcher Hammond notices and investigates 01:04: Researcher Hammond calls for help. Before other researchers can respond, the glass container breaks due to pressure buildup within. Blood and viscera produced by the bone splatters across the room. 01:05: The bone recovered from SCP-6498, as well as several other remains in the care of the FDO, begin to levitate in the air. The bone continues producing blood and viscera during this time. 01:06: The various bones begin to converge on a singular point. The bones begin to form a creature resembling those previously seen in SCP-6498 explorations. The creature throws a researcher across the room before tackling another to the ground. Before on site security is able to arrive, the creature phases through the floor and vanishes. [END LOG] CLOSING NOTES: The creature formed by the bone recovered from SCP-6498 has yet to be located. No more artifacts are permitted to leave SCP-6498. Addendum 6498.4: Further Research Following the final exploration into SCP-6498, further research on the home was conducted by the Council on the Research and Preservation of Faraday10. The former owner of SCP-6498 was revealed to be Rev. Michael Dunston, a pastor at the local Faraday United Methodist Church. Intensive investigation into the church itself revealed that fifteen bodies interred in the church's graveyard were missing one or more bones. Footnotes 1. Anomaly's initial discovery was by a single Foundation agent who reported activity to Dr. Faran Caraway, one of the head researchers assigned to Faraday. Activity seen at the time was minor. 2. While each vocalization was in a unique language, the translation remained the same. Each voice appeared to be saying "Violation". 3. Several unique voices are recorded at this point. Phrases shouted include "Sinful bastard", "Defiler", and "Kidnapper". 4. Each vocalization has the same translation. "Sinner." 5. Each vocalization translating to "Thief". 6. Current efforts have been unable to successfully discern what is being vocalized. It is believed that over one hundred voices are heard in this recording. 7. Review of footage reveals the object to be a frozen human leg. 8. Review of the footage reveals that over one hundred spines are hung on this wall. 9. Vocalizations translated to "Damned by God". 10. An internal Foundation council dedicated to researching and preserving various anomalies found in Faraday, Georgia. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6498" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6498. Licensed under CC-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: TalleyHomsteadTalleyvilleTavistockDE.png Author: Unknown License: Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike 4.0 Notes: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-6499
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Item#: 6499 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6499 is to be kept in a standard Anomalous Item Locker at Site-196. When not directly viewed the object is inactive and no further procedures are required. Description: SCP-6499 is a hardcover book, 252 pages long. The front cover and spine are blank but the first page of the book features the title "Chapters on Cognitive Behavioural Therapy" with no extra information regarding the author, publisher or year, added. The book contains multiple chapters on psychological theory and practices ranging from meditation exercises to US Navy Seals techniques on keeping calm during a battle. SCP-6499 was discovered at the remains of a burned building in ████, ██████. The object came to the Foundation’s attention when field agents came across reports of a woman “miraculously” surviving a house fire completely unharmed. SCP-6499 was found intact at the site. WARNING: SECURITY IN SECTOR 2 HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. PERSONNEL NOT ASSIGNED CRITICAL TASKS ARE TO IMMEDIATELY SEEK SHELTER IN THE DESIGNATED SAFE ROOMS. SCP-6499 appears to be non-anomalous the vast majority of the time. SCP-6499 starts to manifest its anomalous properties when 3 criteria are met: An individual must be in the same room as SCP-6499 and must be within line of sight of the object. A crisis situation in which the above mentioned individual is in a life threatening situation due to a hazardous environment or impending disaster. Subject must be in a state of high emotional distress. WARNING: SCP-████ AND SCP-███ HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. CODE 196/A/RED. When all criteria are met, SCP-6499 will render both itself and the subject immune to all forms of conventional and unconventional injury or harm. From this point on, the subject should be referred to as SCP-6499-1. A secondary anomalous effect triggered during a crisis causes SCP-6499-1 to become completely apathetic to their surroundings and imminent danger. The subject, instead, displays mild boredom and will resume their task instead of trying to reach safety. SCP-6499 will cease its effects once both itself and SCP-6499-1 are no longer in immediate danger. Third, an amnestic effect will trigger, erasing all memories of the crisis situation from SCP-6499-1; causing mild confusion when questioned. WARNING: THE SITE IS EXPERIENCING MULTIPLE KETER AND EUCLID-CLASS CONTAINMENT BREACHES. FULL SITE-196 LOCKDOWN INITIATED. Addendum: SCP-6499 TESTS SUMMARY Foreword: Researchers are not to abort test, even when subject appears to be harmed. SCP-6499's anomalous effects only appear when subject is in actual danger. The Ethics Committee has provided approval for this protocol. 06/07/21 Test 3 (INCINERATION): D-class was instructed to enter a standard incineration chamber in which SCP-6499 was placed beforehand. Result: D-class experienced high emotional stress levels when gas filled the room. Emotional distress disappeared one second later. The subject looked briefly at the flames before sitting down on the floor with a sigh and started peeling his nails. When Researcher Dr L. Glasglow asked how the D-class felt during the incineration, he replied, “It’s okay.” D-class left the room without sustaining any damage to himself and his clothes. 12/07/2021 Test 5 (SUFFOCATION BY SUBMERSION): SCP-6499 was given to D-class to read in his cell. 15 minutes later, the cell was flooded with water. Result: After an initial display of horror at the rising water level, the subject sat down on the bed and continued reading while the water rose to his nose. D-class left the room with his clothes dry. 25/07/2021 Test 9 (ANOMALOUS AGGRESSORS): D-class was instructed to enter SCP-███’s containment chamber where SCP-6499 had been left earlier that day. Result: After a short moment of shock upon seeing SCP-███, the D-class sat down in the middle of the room. The D-class picked up the coloring book reserved for SCP-███ and started to draw with the crayons. SCP-███’s threats were ignored. SCP-███ began attacking the subject to no effect. WARNING: SCP-███, SCP-███ AND VARIOUS OTHER MEMETIC AND CONTAGIOUS ANOMALIES HAVE BREACHED THE LOCKDOWN. “FINAL REST” PROTOCOL HAS BEEN INITIATED. Addendum 2: SCP-6499 While preparing another test with SCP-6499, a sudden crisis situation emerged and SCP-6499’s effects were accidentally triggered. Dr L. Glaslow was caught in its effect as her colleagues left to counter the threat or seek shelter. Even though she was instructed to seek shelter as well, the subject prioritized acquiring coffee and finalizing the documentation she had been assigned. The subject did notice the guttural noises made when MTF-16-2 “Class Clowns” shot down infected D-class but ignored it. When instructed to stop, the subject continued to head for the coffee machine, finishing the document on her mobile phone. The subject felt no discomfort from the fire caused by SCP-███ or the mannequins that tried to strangle her. WARNING: THE SITE 196 NUCLEAR DEVICE HAS BEEN TRIGGERED. COUNTDOWN INITIATED: 10 9 8 The subject felt no discomfort as the nuclear device underneath her workplace was triggered and instead enjoyed a sip of good coffee while saving the final edits she made on the file. 4 3 2 1 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6499" by Moonhorse96, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6499. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @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); 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} .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; 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Readers are compelled to consume the following Sacrament. » COMMENCE RITUAL « « SIXTH SUN'S REFRAIN » I am the blade, I am the shield I am the arm that shall not yield In tempest I stand fast A legend, I will last I will not fade I am the wand, I am the flame I am the rod for truths untamed In knowledge I will trust Invoked, I burn the dust I will not fade I am the knife, I am the shade I am the hunter, not the prey In whispers I have tread By infamy, I spread I will not fade I am the rite, I am the scales I am the patience which prevails In honour I abide With faith, I turn the tide I will not fade We the sentries, we the wall We the final card to fall Through toil, we shall gain Through blood, we shall remain We will not fail You are now protected; Stay fast, and proceed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6500" by S D Locke, Aethris, DarkStuff, Grigori Karpin, HarryBlank, Ihp, Placeholder McD, from the SCP Wiki. 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The SCP Filename: Collapse - myuu.mp3 Name: Collapse Author: Myuu License: CC BY (in description and Youtube UI) Source: YouTube Filename: 2521remains.png Name: Exxon Valdez Oil Spill - 0147 Author: Joe Bridgman License: Public Domain (in description, not indicated in flickr UI) Source: flickr Filename: Cleric.png, Emissary.png, Mage.png, Reliquarians.png, Thief.png, Voyager.png, Warlock.png, Warrior.png Author: Aethris License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Sauelnuesor.jpg License: CC BY-SA 3.0 This image is an artistic composite composed of the following: Name: Two Coronal Holes on the Sun Viewed by SDO Author: NASA Goddard Photo and Video License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Name: Sauelsuesor Dormant Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Reference released CC BY-SA 3.0 by owner (HarryBlank): via PoseMy.Art Filename: finis.png, LockBroken.png, LockOpen.png, LockLocked.png, overwatchheader.svg, overwatchheaderthreshold.svg, StaffC.png, StaffM.png, StaffT.png, StaffW.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 The First Five Paths Filename: 3P.png Author: Zhange License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: A43.png, Alagadda.png, Candles.png, Ferry.png, HB2.png, LRM.png, Moon.png, PE.png, SC.png, Turkey.png, WLoverwatch.svg, WLscp.svg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: comm_ihp.png Author: WarFang does not match any existing user name License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Notes: Created specifically for ihp's tale. 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SCP-002
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SCP-002 in its containment area Item #: SCP-002 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-002 is to remain connected to a suitable power supply at all times, to keep it in what appears to be a recharging mode. In case of electrical outage, the emergency barrier between the object and the facility is to be closed and the immediate area evacuated. Once facility power is re-established, alternating bursts of X-ray and ultraviolet light must strobe the area until SCP-002 is re-affixed to the power supply and returned to recharging mode. Containment area is to be kept at negative air pressure at all times. Teams including a minimum of two (2) members are required within 20 meters of SCP-002 or its containment area. Personnel should maintain physical contact with one another at all times to confirm there is another person present, as perception may be dulled, skewed, or influenced by proximity to the object. No personnel below Level 3 are permitted within SCP-002. This requirement may be waived via written authorization from two (2) off-site Level 4 administrators. Command staff issued such a waiver must be escorted by at least five (5) Level 3 Security personnel for the duration of their contact and must temporarily surrender their rank and security clearance. Following contact, command staff will be escorted at least 5 km from SCP-002 to undergo a seventy-two (72)-hour quarantine and psychological evaluation. If deemed fit for return to duty by psych staff, rank and security clearance may be restored when quarantine expires. Description: SCP-002 resembles a tumorous, fleshy growth with a volume of roughly 60 m³ (or 2000 ft³). An iron valve hatch on one side leads to its interior, which appears to be a standard low-rent apartment of modest size. One wall of the room possesses a single window, though no such opening is visible from the exterior. The room contains furniture which, upon close examination, appears to be sculpted bone, woven hair, and various other biological substances produced by the human body. All matter tested thus far show independent or fragmented DNA sequences for each object in the room. Refer to the Mulhausen Report [cross-ref:document00.023.603] for details related to object's discovery. Reference: To date, subject has been responsible for the disappearances of seven personnel. It has also in its time at the facility further furnished itself with two lamps, a throw rug, a television, a radio, a beanbag chair, three books in an unknown language, four children's toys, and a small potted plant. Tests with a variety of lab animals including higher primates have failed to provoke a response in SCP-002. Cadavers as well fail to produce any effect. Whatever process the subject uses to convert organic matter into furnishings is apparently only facilitated by the introduction of living humans. view Mulhausen Report docid:00.023.603 Mulhausen Report [00.023.603] The following is a brief report detailing the discovery of SCP-002 Subject was discovered in a small crater in northern Portugal where it struck the Earth from orbit. Encased in a shell of thick rock, the fleshy exterior of the object was exposed by the impact. A native farmer happened upon the site and reported his findings to the village elder. Subject gained SCP attention when a Level 4 agent posted in the area detected a small radioactive anomaly generated by the object. A collection squad of SCP security personnel led by General Mulhausen was immediately dispatched to the area where they quickly secured the subject in a large container and performed initial testing with subjects recruited from the nearby village. Three men individually sent into the structure subsequently disappeared. Upon discovering this deadly property of the subject, General Mulhausen issued a Level 4a Termination Order of any witnesses (roughly 1/3 of the village) to ensure no outside knowledge of the object and initiated its transport to SCP facility [DATA EXPUNGED]. During preparation for transport, four SCP security personnel were inexplicably drawn inside the object where they too immediately disappeared. Following inspection, it appeared as if the object had "grown" several new furnishings and was beginning to look like the interior of an apartment room. General Mulhausen immediately ordered the requisition of several Class III HAZMAT suits for the remaining security team members, who proceeded to lift the container onto a waiting freight ship for transport to the SCP containment facility. [DATA EXPUNGED] [DATA EXPUNGED] Following the termination of General Mulhausen, SCP-002 was re-secured by SCP staff and brought into special containment in [CLASSIFIED], where it currently resides. Staff with clearance below Level 3 have been denied access to the SCP-002 container without prior approval of at least two Level 4 staff after the Mulhausen incident. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-002" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-002. Licensed under CC-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: 800px-SCP002-new.jpg Names: Leather ball, N/A, two brown steel wheeled airplane stairs on snow field during daytime Authors: The Metropolitan Museum of Art, N/A, N/A License: Public Domain, CC0, CC0 Source Links: Metropolitan, pxhere, peakpx
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SCP-003
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A close up of SCP-003's circuitry Item #: SCP-003 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-003 is to be maintained at a constant temperature of no less than 35°C and ideally kept above 100°C. No living multicellular organisms of Category IV or higher complexity may be allowed to come into contact with SCP-003. In event of total power failure, if SCP-003-1 begins to increase its mass, assigned personnel must engage in skin contact with SCP-003-1. Ideally, personnel may use their body heat to return SCP-003-1 to above the critical temperature; however, skin contact must be maintained even in event of SCP-003 reaching activation temperature, lasting at minimum until SCP-003-1 advances fully to its second growth stage. Personnel who enter SCP-003's containment area must first be examined for body parasites of Category IV or higher complexity, and sterilized if such organisms are present. All personnel who have come in physical contact with SCP-003-1 are to immediately report for sterilization afterwards. SCP-003-1 must not be removed from SCP-003-2 except in case of emergency procedures detailed above. Any significant change in SCP-003-2's rune activity (including pattern, frequency, or color) should be reported within three (3) hours of occurrence. Cessation of rune activity must be reported immediately. SCP-003-2 must be supplied with power via the source designated Generator 003-IX at all times. Description: SCP-003 consists of two related components of separate origin, referred to as SCP-003-1 and SCP-003-2. SCP-003-1 appears to be composed of chitin, hair, and nails of unknown biology, arranged in a configuration similar to that of a computer motherboard. Testing reveals SCP-003-1 to predate earliest known circuit boards by a factor of thousands of years. SCP-003-1 is considered sentient but not actively dangerous except under certain conditions. SCP-003-1 was found on a stone tablet, SCP-003-2, on which it currently resides. The runes on SCP-003-2 are not part of any known language, and emit pale, flickering light patterns. SCP-003-2 is controlled by a (non-biological) internal computer, the contents of which are mostly inaccessible without risk of damaging SCP-003-2. SCP-003-2 is capable of controlled emissions of radiation, including heat, light, and anomalous radiation types. SCP-003-2 contains an internal power source of an anomalous nature, which appears to have been losing power since several centuries before discovery. It is considered probable that SCP-003-2 was created for the purpose of containing SCP-003-1. Partially interpreted data recovered from SCP-003-2 may refer to a past and/or potential future LK-class restructuring event caused by SCP-003-1. SCP-003 was located by remote viewing team SRV-04 Beta. It appears possible that SRV-04 Beta was deliberately contacted by SCP-003-2. Other organizations have also been alerted to SCP-003's existence, possibly by similar means. Despite this activity, SCP-003-2 does not appear to be sentient, based on its lack of reaction to M03-Gloria analysis and procedures. When SCP-003 drops below the temperature of 35°C, both components react. First, SCP-003-1 enters a growth state characterized by an exponential increase in mass. This growth state consists of two stages. In both stages, SCP-003-1 partially fuels its growth by converting matter around it, starting with any surrounding inorganic material, including atmospheric elements, then nonliving organic material, including cells of dead skin, hair, chitin, enamel, keratin, and other biological materials. The first stage is always the same. SCP-003-1 will first increase its mass, then take a form similar in shape to an ophiuroid (brittle star) of fifteen meters in diameter (including what appears to be a central processor of three meters in diameter). It will form sensory organs that appear to scan its surrounding environment, and will partially convert the area around it to an unidentified anomalous substance (SCP-003-2 seems immune from conversion). The second stage describes a growth alteration which occurs when SCP-003 comes into contact with living organic material; SCP-003 appears to "template" itself off of the organic material, and will attempt communication with organisms that match its initial "template" or "templates". In its second stage, SCP-003-1 may pause, slow or change its growth, and will also convert inorganic and nonliving organic elements into functionally similar structures while anomalously altering their physical makeup. While growth is consistent in the first stage, in the second stage SCP-003-1's growth rate is diminished by 20-90% so long as SCP-003-1 remains in contact with living organic material. The percentage is determined by the complexity of the organism(s) in contact with SCP-003-1; SCP-003-1 appears to devote a large amount of processing power to analysis of living organic material. During each of SCP-003-1's growth stages, SCP-003-2 releases bursts of radiation that temporarily inhibit SCP-003-1's growth, or reverse this growth when the temperature of SCP-003-1 rises above 100°C. Similar radiation emissions have been replicated or recorded via other anomalous means. SCP-003-1's biology has been the subject of extensive study. Significant elements have been identified similar to SCP-███, SCP-1512, and SCP-2756, the latter two of which have no further confirmed connection with SCP-003-1 and no known connection with each other, and none of which are fully understood (technically, even less understood than SCP-003, thanks to the extensive cross-disciplinary research on the SCP-003 objects). To date, no convincing analysis has been put forward which satisfactorily explains SCP-003-1's connection to these SCP objects or others, nor its connection to modern technology beyond appearance (and potential mimicry via unknown mechanism). Addendum 003-01: Acting on information gathered from linguistic analysis of SCP-003-2's runes and comparative data analysis, Research Team M03-Gloria has managed to establish a link between SCP-003 and [DATA EXPUNGED] for analysis of functions. SCP-003-1 must now be considered sentient, and is to be kept a minimum of 1 km from [DATA EXPUNGED] and the resulting "by-product" at all times. Addendum 003-02: SCP-003-2's power loss has been exacerbated by the procedures performed by M03-Gloria. On orders of O5-10, M03-Gloria will continue procedures. Addendum 003-03: During M03-Gloria procedures, SCP-003-1 doubled its mass and began rapid structural growth. Temperature was immediately returned to 100°C. Growth and mass increase of SCP-003-1 continued for 9 minutes and 6 seconds, at which time a sustained radiation spike was produced by SCP-003-2. In response, SCP-003-1 returned to its normal state in 3 minutes and 39 seconds. New growth dissolved into a dusty residue which was collected for analysis. Both SCP-003-1 and SCP-003-2 ceased all detectable activity. SCP-003-2 did not resume activity until connected to external power source. SCP-003-2's runes glowed uniformly gray and did not resume normal activity for three (3) hours. SCP-003-2 no longer appears to be able to maintain containment area at a temperature above 35°C without external power supplied by Generators 003-III through IX. Addendum 003-04: The procedure detailed in Addendum 003-03 was repeated, and SCP-003-1 again entered a growth state. After 10 minutes and 13 seconds, SCP-003-2 once again produced a sustained radiation spike. SCP-003-1's growth stopped for 36 seconds, then resumed at its previous pace. On quadrupling its mass, SCP-003-1 formed a coherent outer shell and body. After appearing to scan its environment and partially converting its environment, SCP-003-1 then breached containment, entering the observation gallery where nine members of M03-Gloria were present. On physical contact with team members, SCP-003-1 encompassed them in rapidly-grown appendages and stopped growth for 15 minutes. SCP-003-1 then resumed growth, and rearranged the component parts of the center of its form to the shape of a three-meter-tall female humanoid, with peripheral "tentacles" shifting to extrude primarily from SCP-003-1's newly formed "hair" and spine. SCP-003-1 then produced rudimentary vocalizations in an apparent initial attempt to communicate with researchers. [DATA EXPUNGED] An unknown individual approached the compromised containment area in company of a full squad of agents. The individual claimed to be acting on orders of O5-10 and attempted communication with SCP-003-1. [DATA EXPUNGED] Following this incident, Agent Jackson of M03-Gloria successfully restored power to SCP-003-2 and activated backup generators to return the temperature to 100°C. SCP-003-1 returned to its normal state in 21 minutes and 7 seconds, and was successfully re-contained without incident. All nine members of M03-Gloria affected by SCP-003-1 were afterwards found to be physically unharmed, with no residual effects besides psychological trauma. The converted materials of SCP-003's former containment area did not dissolve and are now under analysis. Addendum 003-05: In light of the previous incident, O5-10 was removed from the O5 Council by joint decision of O5-██, O5-██, and O5-██. M03-Gloria procedures have been indefinitely suspended. == SPECIAL ACCESS PROGRAM M03-GLORIA REQUIRED == + Access Granted. Display Files. - Close File Transcript of Incident Report A21-B Cycle 8. For dissemination to O5 Command and Staff. Interviewers: ██████████, █████, and ███████████ Present: O5-2, O5-5, O5-7, O5-10, and Staff Interviewed: Dr. Tilda David Moose, M03-Gloria Lead Excerpt 35A She tried to talk to us. We all heard her voice in our heads, in a sort of half-language we couldn't fully understand. Some of the others passed out immediately. I lasted a little longer, but it wasn't because of mental fortitude. It's just that she was trying to tell us different things. She showed Jones a replay of all the memories of everything Jones ever felt anything about. All over the course of a few minutes. She ripped three of the researchers apart and put them back together unharmed. She doesn't understand human emotion, or pain. Or very much about how we experience the world. Yes, I would say the containment procedures are necessary. Listen, she wants to remake the world. Into a paradise. A paradise filtered through her own alien understanding of paradise, but still, a paradise designed for us. For humanity. She would be happy to make a paradise for any sufficiently complex organism she comes across first. Anything with a complex enough mind to accept her. Say, a dog. Or a housefly. If she breaches again, we have to be there first. What would it be like? I don't know. She showed us images — not quite images. I can see them in my head, but they're not pictures. The closest thing I can think of is what you see when you close your eyes suddenly and tightly, but brighter and more complex. The images had metallic sounds associated with them, and sensory details that we don't have the words or concepts to describe. The whole effect felt like words of some kind. I believe she wanted to see what we could understand, so she could understand us. She didn't have time to finish analyzing us. I don't know what would have happened if she had. - Close File ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-003" by Xian, rewritten by thedeadlymoose, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-003. Licensed under CC-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-003a-new.jpg Name: Microchip-24lcs52-cp-HD.jpg Author: ZeptoBars License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia
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SCP-004
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SCP-004-1 Item #: SCP-004 Special Containment Procedures: When handling items SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13, proper procedure is vital. The items are not permitted to be moved off-site unless accompanied by two Level 4 security personnel. Under no circumstances should any other component of SCP-004 be taken through SCP-004-1. The effects of doing so are as yet unknown, and the current cost of experimentation makes further research impractical. Should any of the objects contained within SCP-004-1 breach containment, or the facility be breached, the keys must be brought inside and the door closed prior to activation of Site 62’s on-site warhead. Unauthorized removal of keys from the testing area is grounds for immediate termination. Level 1 clearance is required for basic access to SCP-004-1; Level 4 clearance is required for use of SCP-004-2 to -13. Description: SCP-004 consists of an old wooden barn door (SCP-004-1) and a set of twelve rusted steel keys (SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13). The door itself is the entrance to an abandoned factory in [DATA EXPUNGED]. Chronological History 07/02/1949: A group of three juveniles trespassing on federal property near ██████████ find the door. According to their testimony, they found a set of rusted keys in an iron lockbox and determined what door the keys unlock. The juveniles are taken into custody after they contact Sheriff █████████████████ when one of their friends (SCP-004-CAS01) goes missing. 07/03/1949: Local authorities find the severed right hand of SCP-004-CAS01 eight kilometers from SCP-004-1. Other parts of SCP-004-CAS01's body are found scattered as far as 32 km from the factory. Under interrogation, the apprehended juveniles tell authorities that upon opening the door with one of the keys, SCP-004-CAS01 was torn into several pieces, each of which disappeared. At this point, the SCP Foundation takes over the investigation. 07/04/1949: SCP Agent █████ obtains the keys from the local authorities to begin testing. Tests show that SCP-004-2 through SCP-004-13 all fit into a single lock on the large barred door. 12 Class D personnel are assigned to test the effects of the door. Of the twelve test subjects each trying a different key to enter the room, only two survive. Opening the door with any key except SCP-004-7 or SCP-004-12 caused the test subjects to be torn apart in multiple directions; however, no dismembered parts were found until later. At the time of writing, only two parts of each subject have been recovered (with the exception of the subject using SCP-004-█, whose pieces were scattered in close proximity). The others have, for all intents and purposes, vanished from existence. Of the two surviving subjects, only one (having used SCP-004-7) returned unharmed. The other came back in a near-catatonic state, able only to remove himself from the room and then collapse on the floor, and had to be restrained to prevent him from gouging out his eyes (see Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004). The subject using SCP-004-7 said that he had entered a large room, impossibly big for the size of the attached building. After his exit, SCP-004-1 was propped open and an armed squad of Level 3 personnel entered. The size of the room is impossible to measure and the door frame and the individuals in the room are the only part of the room that can be felt or illuminated. 07/16/1949: The juvenile suspects and Sheriff █████████████████ are terminated. 08/02/1949: █████████████████ is declared a hazardous area "due to unexploded ordnance" and fences erected in order to prevent civilian ingress. Tests to determine safety of exposure to environment behind SCP-004-1 begin. 12/01/1950: Space-time anomalies resulting from exposure to SCP-004 are confirmed. Testing is suspended until further notice. 07/02/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of SCP-004-CAS01 appear unexpectedly outside SCP-004-1. Despite being killed decades before, the remains of SCP-004-CAS01 are not decomposed in any manner and are still warm to the touch. Blood remains uncoagulated. The remains are remanded for testing. 07/04/19██: The unaccounted-for remains of one of the twelve (12) original test subjects appear in similar manner to those of SCP-004-CAS01. The remains have been designated SCP-004-CAS02. Records suggest that both SCP-004-CAS01 and CAS02 used SCP-004-██. 03/21/1999: With the massive proliferation of nuclear weapons and World War III only ██ years away, construction has begun on a site inside SCP-004-1. The site is to stock supplies for ███████ person-days. 04/21/1999: █████████████████ has ordered the site inside SCP-004-1 to be expanded to include emergency storage for all mobile SCP-███ specimens and a ██-petabyte database for the storage of all SCP data. The facility is now referred to as Site-62. 09/25/2000: Site-62 is operational. Labs and containment units are complete and can contain the most dangerous specimens. Backup of the SCP database has begun. 01/25/2001: Due to time anomalies (see “Space-Time Anomalies” below), all personnel working at Site-62 are now required to reside on-site permanently. Families of personnel are to be informed that loved ones perished in an industrial accident. Cloned bodies have been prepared for funeral. 08/14/2003: Massive power outage across Northeast United States and through Canada. Due to the initial failure of multiple SCP generators, Site-62 was without power for fifty-three (53) minutes. During those fifty-three (53) minutes, those on site were completely without any source of light. They reported "sensing" creatures and people, although no abnormal entities could be seen or felt. Selected facility personnel were allowed to read ████████████ (Appendix A) and said the creatures "sensed" were of humanoid size but otherwise similar to the massive green creature described. Space-Time Anomalies SCP-004 seems to propagate spatiotemporal anomalies. Personnel leaving the facility report losing time. Those who have been in the site for weeks insist that they had only been in the facility for several days, and records of work completed and supplies consumed support their claims. Other temporal anomalies involve SCP-004-2 through -13, especially the reappearance of SCP-004-CAS01 and SCP-004-CAS02 exactly ██ years after using SCP-004-██. ████████████████████ has been assigned to investigate all aspects of these time anomalies. Spatial anomalies include the impossibly large dimensions of the area opened by SCP-004-7. Similarly, the 2003 blackout incident suggests that there exists an alternate plane of existence within the same space that Site-62 occupies. Additional Notes Testing on SCP-004 reveals that ten of the keys open SCP-004-1 on a dimension where the laws of physics and topology are significantly different than those of our home dimension. Test subjects meeting these hostile conditions are torn apart, their body parts deposited in various locations, only three of which have been verified to be on Earth. Material deposited at two of these points appears immediately; material deposited at the third appears exactly ██ years into the future. The other seven locations are currently unknown. Current testing focuses on two avenues of research. The first is finding ways to survive SCP-004’s hostile topologies. The second [DATA EXPUNGED] suggest that SCP-004-2 through -13 may open doors other than SCP-004-1. Appendix A: Mental Health Effects of SCP-004-12 All Class D personnel using SCP-004-12 return in a catatonic state, unable to speak. Some may have enough energy left to try to claw out their eyes. Of the 16 subjects, only 4 have survived. Only one has regained speech, following long-term psychotherapy. He was able to tell the psychiatrist that he saw a massive green creature, so large that much of its body extended beyond his field of view. He reported innate fear and sudden recognition, “as if it were something buried deep in [his] primal fears,” and forced implantation of “incomprehensible” memories. Subject displays acute anterograde and retrograde amnesia. Appendix B: Additional Information Item #: SCP-004-14 Date of Discovery: 09/02/1950 Origin of Object: Object was discovered elsewhere in factory area, in the previously undiscovered manager's office. Description: Object appears as a large, unvarnished wooden box. The box may be unlocked by the "safe" key, SCP-004-7, as well as five of the "unsafe" keys (see Document SCP-004-1). Upon unlocking SCP-004-14 with SCP-004-7, the box opens automatically on hinges. The volume of the space inside is precisely five times greater than the outer dimensions imply. Items placed within while the lid remains open do not affect the weight or any other properties of the box. When the lid is closed and locked, however, all items inside vanish irretrievably. Personnel locked inside the box are also irretrievable, although losing personnel in this fashion appears to affect significantly the dreams experienced by [DATA EXPUNGED]. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-004" by deusprogrammer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-004. Licensed under CC-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: SCP004_door-new.jpg Author: Anonymous License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-005
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A close up of SCP-005 Item #: SCP-005 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-005 poses no immediate risk in any direct sense. Even so, its unique functions require special measures be taken to restrict access and manipulation of the object. Approval of at least one (1) Level 4 personnel is required for the removal of the object from its containment area. Description: In appearance, SCP-005 resembles an ornate key, displaying the characteristics of a typical mass produced key used in the 1920s. The key was discovered when a civilian used it to infiltrate a high security facility. SCP-005 seems to have the unique ability to open any and all forms of lock (See Appendix A), be they mechanical or digital, with relative ease. The origin of this ability has yet to be determined. Additional Notes: SCP-005 may be used as a replacement for lost security passes, but only under the supervision of at least one (1) Level 4 personnel. SCP-005 may not be used for vending machine repairs, opening lockers, or for any personnel's spare home key. Removal of the object from the compound will result in immediate termination. Appendix A: While SCP-005 has been shown to be effective in removing almost any form of locking device, further experiments have shown that efforts to disguise the purpose or identity of a lock have proven at least somewhat successful in defeating SCP-005's ability. In approximately 50% of cases where a volunteer was not able to identify a locking device as such, SCP-005 was not successful in deactivating the device. Due to these results, SCP-005 has been tentatively classified as 'sentient' and further tests are being run to determine its cognitive abilities. However, there are no results that show any traits that prevent it from being able to identify any particular locking device, only that the aforementioned device has been heavily concealed and disguised. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-005" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-005. Licensed under CC-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-005.jpg Author: Brian Uhreen License: Copyrighted (Used with permission) Source Link: flickr
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SCP-006
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Under direct orders of the founder, access is limited to those with Overseer clearance. Overseer Clearance Granted SCP-006 Item #: SCP-006 Special Containment Procedures: Whereas the nature of SCP-006 does not warrant any extensive containment, a certain level of secrecy is necessary regarding the object's existence and properties, for obvious reasons. The following procedures are required not for personnel safety, but to deny or hide knowledge of SCP-006's effects from the personnel who interact with it. 1: All personnel interacting with SCP-006 in any physical way are required to wear modified Class VI BNC suits. Before personnel are allowed to perform procedures, they must be briefed with Material SCP-006B or SCP-006C. SCP-006A Briefing is the correct one and is restricted to only those with O5 clearance. To ensure personnel are wearing suits properly, they are to be submerged into a pool of water. Any air bubbles spotted signify a leak in the suit. 2: Procedures with SCP-006 are to be carried out under extreme surveillance. In case of contact with SCP-006, the commander in charge will announce Procedure 006-Xi-12, which the personnel have been briefed to believe to mean high toxicity is present and they must evacuate. 3: Any procedure in which liquid is acquired from SCP-006 must be approved by three (3) O5 level personnel. The liquid is to be transferred in a Quad-Sealant Container and under armed guard. 4: If at any time personnel come into contact with SCP-006 or liquid from SCP-006, they are to be confined and terminated after sufficient studies are done. Due to the nature of SCP-006, the most effective termination method is incineration. (For full report, see file SCP006-TerO5) Description: SCP-006 is a very small spring located 60 km west of Astrakhan. Foundation Command was aware of its existence since the 19th century, but were unable to secure it until 1991 due to political reasons. On the spot of the spring, a chemical factory has been constructed as a disguise, with the majority of laborers under Foundation and/or Russian control. The liquid emitted from the spring has been chemically identified as simple mineral water in 1902, but has the unusual property of "health". Ingesting the liquid produces the following properties in human beings: the ability to regenerate DNA damaged by sufficient duplication, heightened excitement of cellular duplication, vastly improved abilities in the repair of damaged tissue, and a frightening increase in the effectiveness of the human immune system. Upon testing the liquid on animal subjects, hostile bacteria and viral agents were destroyed immediately. Many reptiles and birds were unaffected, while higher primates experienced the same benefits as humans. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-006" by Unknown Author, rewritten by Epic Phail Spy and Proxtown, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-006. Licensed under CC-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: new006.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC-BY 3.0 Derivative of: ""Ndongo Stream"", CC-BY-4.0
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SCP-007
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Item #: SCP-007 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-007 is to be contained in a sealed room measuring 10 m on each side. Room is to be furnished comfortably as a living area, along with whatever items are requested by ███████████████ (hereafter referred to as Subject), given that providing Subject with requested items would not compromise security. Subject is not to be allowed to leave the room, and is to be detained with force if necessary. Description: SCP-007 is located within a cavity in the abdomen of Subject. Subject is a Caucasian male, physically approximately 25 years of age (subject claims to be 28) and 176 cm in height. Most of Subject's abdomen (muscles, skin, and organs) is absent, though Subject does not appear to suffer because of this. Instead of normal flesh, a sphere composed of soil and water is present, though it does not actually come into contact with Subject's body at any point. The sphere appears to be, in most respects, a miniature near-duplicate of the Earth, approximately 60 cm in diameter, although continental alignment is not consistent with that of any alignment known in Earth's history. The sphere has its own weather patterns and negligible gravitational pull, in addition to microscopic organisms somewhat resembling those of modern-day Earth inhabiting it. Two intelligent species have been observed, though contact and communication with either has yet to be made. Technology levels of observed species must be checked at least once a week and, as of ██/████, are approximately equal to that of 15th-Century Earth. Subject claims to be named ███████████████, but no records of such a person can be found. Subject does not require food or water, and while he has been observed consuming both, what happens to such substances after being swallowed is unknown. Subject is intelligent (IQ has been measured at 128) and amiable, and regards the planet in his abdomen as a minor curiosity about his body. Subject seems to experience no stress about his unusual condition. When questioned about planet's origins, Subject replied, "I just woke up one day, and there it was. I don't have any idea how it got there." Subject has provided a Social Security number and driver's license number and requested that they be checked against known records. When checked, it was discovered that neither had yet been allocated. Dr. ███████ has a weekly chess game with Subject, during which Subject's mental health is evaluated. Dr. ███████ reports that Subject does not seem to mind the restricted living environment, and has yet to attempt to escape or show signs of violence or mental illness, though he has repeatedly requested a computer with an internet connection. It is recommended that this not be provided as it may be used to compromise security. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-007" by Unknown Author, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-007. Licensed under CC-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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