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/* Foxtrot Sigma-9 Theme [2022 Wikidot Theme] By Liryn */ /* FONTS */ @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:ital,wght@0,800;1,800&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Lexend:wght@700;800&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=JetBrains+Mono:ital,wght@0,400;0,700;1,400;1,700&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Fira+Code:wght@400;700&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Sofia+Sans:ital,wght@0,400;0,700;1,400;1,700&display=swap'); @import url('https://rsms.me/inter/inter.css'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Figtree:wght@800;900&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IBM+Plex+Sans:ital,wght@0,400;0,500;0,600;0,700;1,400;1,500;1,600;1,700&display=swap'); /* VARIABLES */ :root { /* VARIABLES > Core */ --header-title: "SCP Foundation"; --header-subtitle: "SECURE, CONTAIN, PROTECT"; --logo-img: url(https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:foxtrot/fxtrt-scp_logo_lightmode.svg); --darkmode-logo-img: url(https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:foxtrot/fxtrt-scp_logo_darkmode.svg); --logo-opacity: 14%; --head-font: 'Sans Normalcy'; --ui-font: 'IBM Plex Sans'; --mono-font: 'JetBrains Mono', 'Fira Code', monospace; --page-font: 'Inter', 'verdana'; --base-font-size: 0.9rem; --page-font-size: 1rem; /* VARIABLES > Misc */ --header-txt-color: #333333; --subheader-txt-color: rgb(var(--accent)); --misc-txt-color: #464646; --link-txt-color: #E6283C; --link-hover-txt-color: white; /* VARIABLES > Color Accents */ --accent: var(--acc-default); --acc-default: 59, 59, 59; --acc-wyoming: 142, 0, 18; --acc-canada: var(--acc-default); --acc-poland: 87, 44, 17; --acc-slothspit: 27, 60, 133; --acc-vanguard: 0, 153, 75; --acc-threshold: 121, 113, 130; --acc-overwatch: 28, 37, 56; --acc-spc: 0, 165, 200; --acc-fishing: 67, 111, 145; --acc-nightfall: 151, 0, 2; --acc-hybrasil: 27, 60, 133; --acc-goc: 39, 84, 149; --acc-spooky: 252, 112, 40; /* VARIABLES > BetterFootnotes */ --fnColor: var(--link-txt-color); --fnLinger: 1s; } /* VARIABLES > Info Bar */ .info-container { --barColour: rgb(var(--accent)); --linkColour: #EDEDED; } /* MAIN */ html { scroll-behavior: smooth; overflow-x: hidden; } body { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--base-font-size); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: linear-gradient(to bottom, #e0e0e0, #fff 200px); text-rendering: optimizeLegibility; overflow-wrap: break-word; } div#container-wrap { background: none; } #content-wrap { margin: 2em auto 0; } #page-content { font-family: var(--page-font), var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--page-font-size); font-weight: 440; } #page-content strong { font-weight: 700; } tt, .page-source, pre, #edit-page-textarea { font-family: var(--mono-font); } ol li { margin: 0 0 1em; } ul { margin: 1em 0; } li, p { line-height: 1.5; text-underline-offset: 40%; } ::selection { background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: #fff; } /* Clicky links */ a, a.newpage, a:visited, #side-bar a:visited { color: var(--link-txt-color); } a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover { color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--link-txt-color); } a { transition-duration: 0.1s; } /* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover { background: transparent; } .info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link { background: var(--linkColour) !important; } /* MAIN > Header */ div#header { background: none; height: 160px; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: var(--header-txt-color); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif !important; font-weight: 900; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 { margin-top: -0.3rem; } #header h1 a { width: fit-content; margin: auto; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title); font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle); font-family: var(--ui-font) !important; font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.4em; color: var(--misc-txt-color); line-height: 26px; margin-top: 0.35rem; display: block; text-transform: uppercase; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 160px; width: 100%; top: 7px; position: absolute; background: var(--logo-img) 10px 30px no-repeat; background-size: 130px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 50% 50%; z-index: -1; opacity: var(--logo-opacity); } /* MAIN > Header > Search Box */ #search-top-box-form>input[type=text] { display: none; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; 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More by ThatGuy ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy and pertinent themes / mention of suicide. ⚠️ content warning ATTENTION ALL SITE-18 PERSONNEL The following file was discovered during a daily review of our system's archives. Its origins are unknown and under investigation. We are unable to delete the file at this time, likely due to an anomalous interference and/or glitch. Despite this, we request personnel ignore this designation for the time being. Thank you. — Site Director Iovanius Neer. ITEM# 7754 LEVEL5? I never got past 3. IS IT THAT Esoteric? WHY? Drygioni IT'S Dark DID YOU Notice link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7754 is contained within the Site-18 Chemistry Division's main laboratory, and is not to be physically interacted with by all personnel. As per [ESOTERIC] classification, removal of SCP-7754 is considered more of a risk than allowing the anomaly to remain in her current position. A quarantine zone within the laboratory has been established; entering the area for the purposes of collecting SCP-7754's belongings must be permitted by Director Iovanius Neer, and conducted wearing HAZMAT IX suits. Such suits have not yet been developed. Employment of the anomaly within the Foundation is to continue despite these restrictions; however, under no circumstances can she be permitted to move upwards in the hierarchy of the organization. As such, no personnel of a higher or lower clearance are to be informed of the significance presented by SCP-7754, or given an incentive to care. The entity is to be infrequently and inconsequentially monitored for signs of deteriorating mental health by the Human Resources Department, in coordination with Site Director Iovanius Neer, and several of her close contacts; close contacts still to be designated. She is to remain contained until inevitable retermination via natural causes. NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENTS OF DECOMISSIONING AND HUMAN RESOURCES Due to the current state of the anomaly's nature in relation to the continued existence of the Foundation, all proposals for movement or decommissioning of SCP-7754 are to be ignored. She will do it in silence. It’ll just be me. — Director [BLANKED] DESCRIPTION: SCP-7754 is the designation for Katherine Bartleman, the lead researcher within the Site-18 Chemistry Department. Bartleman performed what she perceived as the only remaining option on XX/XX/7754, and has since remained on the floor of ChemLab-D18-X. According to all investigations performed by people who didn't know her, two conclusions were reached: She is not deceased yet. Nobody seems to get it. Though appearing as just my hateful remains, I haven't gone away. The properties of what is now believed to be an anomalous entity manifest when in contact with any individual who learns anything about Bartleman. Upon doing so, they come to understand more information than they ever would have asked for. She will tell them. She tried to tell them. I will tell them. When I was 5 years old, my father passed away. I was never told why, and my mother could never really move on. I tried living in that house, but it would never really be a home. My interests were in chemistry; her interests were in late-night television and sobbing over photos of a guy who wasn't even around anymore. She never really moved on. It was just us until I graduated and got a job here. Then she was on her own. I never saw her again. I don't think she could ever have been proud of me. Maybe when I was 7 I didn't mind that; looking back, creating a mix of allergy medicine and orange juice isn't worth looking at with a gleam in the eye. But even as I grew up, it never came. Validation became something I was starved of, ever since the day he died. She couldn’t give it to me, and I was too young to have friends that could replicate it. Even as I grew up, that sense of worth never appeared. High school was easy. Didn’t matter. The structure was constricting, tearing through my exploratory nature and landing me behind a desk, sitting in front of a teacher that saw me as another distracted pupil. Not as a person. University was an experience most found enjoyable. I didn’t. I was gunning for a doctorate that ostracized me socially and drained me emotionally. Where was the time for parties? For friends? For visiting mom back in our home in the middle of that swamp? At least I graduated. Was it worth it? I don't know. | ADDENDUM 7754-1: TEST LOG | Even in the Foundation Where I was supposedly a high-prospect, top-of-class big-deal It wasn’t really much. There were other chemists. It was never about me When could it have been? There was work to care about, anomalies to explain or utilize. Maybe I’m selfish for thinking it should have been about me. When the work is so impressive, What’s the need for the face behind it? Was it worth it? Craving attention that would never arrive, swamped in an organization where the individual joins the cause? Who knows. It’s too late now. EXPERIMENT LOG 7754-5 Introduction of cyanide into the main communicative orifice of SCP-7754. Anomaly was terminated. Anomaly continues to exist in some form, despite intentions. | ADDENDUM 7754-2: INTERVIEW | FOREWORD: I had friends. Loved ones. Somewhat. PRESENT: A husband, a few coworkers, a Site Director. But: Life could only be a pleasure for so long. Richard: Was always doing something. Always out of the house, trying to make himself feel better, make himself feel more worth it. He had something to prove, but proving that something meant long nights alone. He could never see. I hope he’s okay now. And: If he was the most important person in my life, why was it that even he couldn’t be there to see me? Who could? Who should? Who did I expect to? I: Had friends. Technically. Parents are supposed to be the first grounds for testing your social skills. You learn to talk to people. I never did. There were people - Richard started out as a friend, I guess - but it was never really the same. They: Were only work friends. Conversations: Usually went something like, Friend: Having fun with your project? Me: Oh, it's going great. Lots of progress. Friend: Cool. Trying for the promotion again? Me: Um. Yeah. Hopefully it works this time. You? Friend: Happened last week, it was great! I'm transferring to another facility next week, new Director of Whatever the Fuck. Me: Wow, that's- Friend: I mean, it was a nightmare to get there. Really, you'd think with how many dumb people work in Whatever that it could've come sooner, but who cares. At least it's happening now. Me: Y-yeah. Acquaintance: It'll be terrific to get out of this shithole anyway. Nobody here knows how to fuckin' smile anymore. Awful. Me: (I don't respond to that) Acquaintance: And people keep lookin' at me weird, like, fuck, yeah, I got a ticket to a better world. Sorry you suck that much! Me: (No response either) Coworker: Buncha depressed fuckin' losers. Me: Uh. Coworker: Anyway, I better get going. Great conversation. And: Then they leave. Almost every conversation was some variation of that same exchange. They all felt that way, at least. Not: Even the Site Director was much help. AFTERWORD: SCP-7754 is no longer visible to personnel without Level 4 clearance or higher. | ADDENDUM 7754-3: HUMAN RESOURCES STAFF DOCUMENT | THEY DIDN'T EVEN TRY: WHERE WAS MY LIAISON? STAFF IN QUESTION: IOVANIUS "THE FOOL" NEER EMPLOYED AS: A site director. CURRENT LOCATION: The shithole he might have deserved. He started out fine. Came into this facility because of his father, I'm sure. A Site Director, as I understood it, was someone who was supposed to be the captain of the ship. In a small facility like 18 - relatively - they're supposed to be the one holding the crew together. Supposed to understand their workforce, like a manager. I guess most managers aren't very good at their jobs, though. Human Resources here was never good at their jobs either. The department as a whole was stretched too thin across the whole organization, but here… they didn't even try. That guy, Stamos, cared more about good-looking numbers than good-feeling people. Maybe I changed his ever-so-made-up statistic. I don't blame Neer for making me work. It's how a job functions. There was a bad containment breach, they needed me to fill in. That's all I was supposed to be good for, the leader of the chemists to carry the burden when a spill tears the skin off a young man's face. I saved them. Iovanius always said I saved them. I'm sure your father would have been proud. No need to show your face. He never paid the favor. Too caught up in ignorance to ask a simple question. “Hey, are you feeling okay? Do you need a break? Are you tired of being the only tool we have to solve any of our problems? Do you want to stop skipping therapy sessions you planned months in advance to pick up the pieces of someone else's shitty problems and burn yourself into the fucking ground as you spend hours and hours at a time surrounded by chemicals and waste that no regular person should be exposed to? Do you need to stop? He never asked. I never met the facility's supposed therapist. It could have been Iovanius or Richard standing behind that constantly closed door. Who knows. PERSONNEL FITNESS SCORE: XX / 100, qualifying past the necessary number of 1. MENTAL STABILITY TEST SCORE: XX / [ARBITRARY], qualifying past the necessary number of 1. CONCLUSION: Based on assessment score, and a lack of similarly qualified personnel, Katherine Bartleman has been deemed fit for usage within the Foundation. — Arnold Stamos, in ignorance of one Site-18. | ADDENDUM 7754-4: FINAL RESIGNATION NOTICE OF SCP-7754 | NOTICE TO THE DEPARTMENT OF HUMAN RESOURCES To those I no longer concern, I have/had decided to resign from my position of Lead Chemist within Site-18's chemistry division, active currently. I hope this does not come as an inconvenience. In recent weeks, after the disastrous chemical breach which harmed a significant number of our personnel, I have experienced things that only add to a current sense of unbelonging/distaste/worthless. As such, I feel as though this path is a necessity, for both my sake and the sake of our organization. There is no need to amnesticize. Goodbye. — K And for the fucking record, I hate working here. I hate these fucking gray walls, everyone acting like we're in a goddamn prison. I hate this organization and this building and this facility and its director and I don't care about holding my tongue about it anymore because I'm not scared about getting fired or transferred or dealt with or turned into some fucking D-Class and I HOPE YOU DON'T FORGET THIS BECAUSE IT'S THE FAULT OF THIS ENTIRE FUCKING PLACE THAT WE'RE EVEN HERE AND I'M EVEN RESIGNING AND So. Few people ever stop to ask why. More often, they ask what they could have done. It leads to the same answer anyway. It didn't have to be so complicated. I wish everyone understood that. Just needed him not to die. Just needed to make friends. Make friends, of all things! In middle school, in fucking high school, at work. I guess I made work friends. Not really. He could have been around more. Maybe actually tried to be a partner. Then again, he wallowed in the same kind of thoughts I did. Maybe we shouldn’t have ever been together, really, the minds we had. I couldn't tell you whether he stayed back. And what does it say about me? What I did? I saw the headstone. "Great Worker, Good Friend, Great Wife." What of that was true? A worker, of course, comes first. I supplied to your success, congratulations. A friend, how could I? To who? Who suggested that be added? It wasn't you, Iovanius. I know it wasn't. A wife? Who cares whether I was a good wife? I ate his mashed potatoes and felt something for him, but a good wife? I guess he decided that while out there in the field. Even after I'm dead on the cold hard floor of my office in that cold hard building. The fucking headstone couldn't even be about me. Laying in absolution, sinking away from it all. Tearing off the skin that held me back. Yes, those were tears. My own greatest enemy, wasn't I? No. I don't know what I'm still doing here. The poison acted slower than I would have liked. I haven't spoken to my mother in years. She wouldn't have much to say, I suppose. Might have asked why. Everyone did. Good question. I hope this works for you. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7754 does not require containment. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7754 is a star which appeared directly above Site-18 after the death of Dr. Katherine Bartleman. but stars go out all the time, right? « LIFE IS EVER TURNING » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7754" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7754. Licensed under CC-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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“Look to the stars, my friends, and you’ll hear it. The soul of the sky. It’s membrane is filled with love, and will let you hear them: those old rocks out there, dreaming of bedtime stories.” {$caption} Item #: SCP-7755 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7755 is stored within Locker-713 in the Non-Volatile Anomalous Object storage room of Site-48. Testing requires approval from two Level 4 researchers. Subjects who own or regularly interact with rabbits are barred from exposure to the anomaly. Description: SCP-7755 is a severed rabbit's foot. When in the physical possession of a person, SCP-7755 creates probabilistically unlikely occurrences that benefit the individual in question. SCP-7755 exhibits a secondary anomalous property in which all species of rabbit will acquire a hostile disposition towards the individual when in their presence. Initial Testing: SCP-7755's probability manipulation properties were thoroughly tested and determined to be identical to numerous other anomalies within Foundation custody.1 As such, the focus of this file is to document the object's secondary properties. Subject D-7331 was given SCP-7755 and exposed to various rabbits in order to determine any difference in reactions between species. Test 1 Species European rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus) Result The rabbit displayed body language typical of hostility: folding its ears back, raising its tail, and spraying urine on the subject. The animal additionally scratched and bit at the subject before being removed from the testing chamber. Test 2 Species Eastern cottontail (Sylvilagus floridanus) Result The rabbit continuously circled around the subject, biting at his heels. The animal continued this behavior until removed from the chamber. Test 3 Species Marsh rabbit (Sylvilagus palustris) Result Identical to test 2. Test 4 Species Forest cottontail (Sylvilagus brasiliensis) Result Identical to test 1. Test 5 Species Central African rabbit (Poelagus marjorita) Result Identical to test 1. 24 tests omitted. Test 29 Species Swamp rabbit (Sylvilagus aquaticus) Result Identical to test 1. D-7331 requested a temporary cessation of testing in order to take a shower. Request was denied. 5 tests omitted. Test 34 Species Florida White rabbit (Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus) Result First notable deviation. In addition to typical hostile body language, the rabbit loudly rubbed its teeth together before screaming and charging the subject. While unable to harm the subject, it specifically focused its biting on his Achilles heel. The rabbit continued to exhibit hostile behavior for three hours following removal from D-7331's presence, though with less aggression. Test 35 Species Florida White rabbit; a different specimen from the one in Test 34 Result Identical to test 1. A physical and behavioral examination of the rabbit from Test 34 revealed no abnormalities. The specimen was determined to originate from Cape Canaveral, Florida, USA. As SCP-7755 was what revealed the abnormal behavior in the animal, it was decided a small team would be sent to Cape Canaveral to investigate potential anomalies,2 utilizing the object (in the possession of D-7331) in order to do so. The night prior to the team's leave from the site, a blackout within the dormitory wing occurred. D-7331 reportedly experienced a dream wherein he was woken up by a bright light emanating from his window (which his dorm does not have). An additional light shone from under his door, behind which an unintelligible voice could be heard knocking. The door unlocked, and right as it was about to open, D-7331 awoke in reality, power having been restored to the wing. Further abnormalities occurred at that time: personnel collectively experienced dreams pertaining to outer space; a large, indistinct mass was witnessed hovering above the site; and the sound of rabbit whimpering could be heard emanating from speakers. The rabbit from Test 34 was later discovered to be missing. Based on the above events, along with the fact spaceflights are frequently conducted at Cape Canaveral, it was hypothesized that URA-4627 is extraterrestrial in nature. Investigation of URA-4627: Personnel assigned to the investigation: Agent Mary Itō Agent Quinn Clancy Dr. Catherine Gordon D-7331 Preamble: Agents Itō and Clancy were assigned to look into records of current and past anomalies within the region. Dr. Gordon was responsible for studying any anomalous occurrences centered around D-7331 and trace their source. A local motel was used as a base of operations for the team. Summary of Initial Findings: Investigation of potential extraterrestrial anomalies had been largely unsuccessful, as the majority of occurrences were civilian sightings of SCP-994, SCP-████3 events, and one instance of SCP-5180. However, four possible leads were discovered: An evangelical sect of the Galactic Federation4 that was active within the area in early 1981. They were repelled from the region after a month, due to conflicts with Mortimer's Paw.5 The previously mentioned Mortimer's Paw, who possess knowledge of extraterrestrial anomalies discovered in the state of Florida. Due to the amiable relationship the Foundation has with the GoI, they would be contacted regarding the history of anomalies present in Cape Canaveral. A report of an extraterrestrial spacecraft that was sighted and shot down by PENTAGRAM6 on September 22nd, 1953. An individual, by the name of Aaron Jackson, claimed to have been abducted by an extraterrestrial in 1999, and again by a separate entity that same year. As Jackson's story was inconsistent with typical false leads, it was decided to be worth pursuing. Along with this, D-7331 observed multiple specimens of White Florida rabbit throughout the day; each encounter involved the rabbit staring at D-7331, before proceeding to scream at him and retreat from the general area. Additionally, small chondrite meteorites occasionally impacted the ground near D-7331, with a distance of 10-15ft from his person. Investigation Update 1: Records show there has been no evidence of Galactic Federation activity within Cape Canaveral since 1981. Additionally, members of the GoI have stated strong reluctance and outright refusal to reenter the area, due to "the lingering presence of the Simian Overmind's psychic visage."7 Communications were established with the leadership of Mortimer's Paw, who agreed to assist the Foundation in its investigation. When asked regarding abnormal behavior from Cape Canaveral rabbits, a cursory look into their records revealed infrequent sightings of glowing figures in the sky and open fields, followed by rabbits staring at witnesses from a distance. The team was granted permission to interview members living in Cape Canaveral, while the group itself searches through their historical records. Information regarding the 1953 Encounter was requested of the FBI Unusual Incidents Unit. The UIU agreed, on the condition the Foundation would provide them records [REDACTED]8 in return. This line of investigation would be temporarily paused while relevant personnel deliberated on how to proceed. Agents Itō and Clancy were permitted to use any cover story they deemed necessary to persuade Aaron Jackson to meet with them. The agents contacted Jackson, informing him they were members of a secret organization dedicated to researching paranormal phenomena, and desired to interview him regarding his encounter. Jackson agreed to meet the agents on Tuesday, two days time from the writing of this update. D-7331 reported a decrease in the amount of rabbit encounters but an increase in the frequency of meteorite impacts, in comparison to the previous day. Additionally, Foundation satellites observed an abnormal amount of meteorites traveling in the direction of Florida, the majority of which were destroyed by impacts with other passing meteorites. Investigation Update 2: Multiple member's of Mortimer's Paw were interviewed regarding unusual occurrences in Cape Canaveral. A common element of the stories provided were hallucinations of an astrological nature: such as a sunrise visible in the west, and an unknown constellation being the sole source of light in the night sky. While the previously recorded phenomena of rabbits and meteorites ceased to occur, D-7331 was subjected to an anomalous encounter while walking alone at night. His recounting of this event has been transcribed below: Alright, so. Uh… So, I had been feeling… a bit cooped up today. Well, given my job I hardly ever get a chance to catch some fresh air. So, I asked Catherine if it would be okay for me to go on a little walk, stretch my legs a bit. She gave the 'go-ahead', but said it had to be less than 20 minutes. Short-leash as always, but fine, I am the test subject after all. It was a nice night, so all I was gonna do was take a walk in the woods while she stayed here with her… trivia books, or whatever. I was having a nice little stroll, watching the stars, listening to the wildlife; relaxing. After a bit, I checked my watch and saw I was nearing 18 minutes. I knew Catherine wasn't gonna be anal if I was a couple minutes over. But I'm like, the designated "weird shit happens to" guy, so I didn't want to make her and the other guys worried, make their job harder. So I decided to head back and… I… couldn't remember which way I came. I hadn't been taking, like, a straight path; I was walking around, exploring, you know. I thought if I tried walking in the opposite direction, I'd see a landmark or a- or a ditch I'd recognize from the hike. But I didn't see anything familiar; I- I didn't recognize anything at all. So my first thought was, "shit, they're gonna think the rabbits or whatever got me." I mean… you guys have that tracking device chip thing on me, so you would probably just see me stumbling around in the forest and come get me. That calmed the nerves a bit. But I didn't want to just sit around and wait. I mean, what if something did get me… I- I looked to see if there were any lights in the distance, find my way back to town: there were no lights, pitch black in all directions. My stomach started to churn a bit. Then, I remembered, "well, the stars are out. I can just use the Big Dipper to find my way back." I looked up, and my stomach dropped: there were no stars, the only thing in the sky was this weird, white shape. Not the moon, it wasn't the moon. I couldn't make out what shape it was, but it definitely wasn't round. I stared at that thing for… probably not that long, I think. Then I saw it move a bit to the left, and my hairs stood on end. There was something in the woods with me. I was barreling through the forest, looking for… for- for anything! The park, a light, a person, anything. There was nothing, no exit. I ran. No exit. I ran. No exit. I ran, I could feel it getting closer. No exit. The shape was lower in the sky. No exit. I could feel hot breath all around me. I was too afraid to scream. Then I tripped over a big rock and heard a "oomp." I got up and looked behind me, and saw the rock fell into this… hole in the ground, lined with teeth. I got closer and noticed sound coming out of it, but it was all muffled. Like listening to someone with a sock stuffed in their mouth. Then I backed away from it, and bumped into another rock which fell into another mouth in the ground. Uh, this repeated 3 more times until I was just surrounded by a bunch of holes making muffled sounds. Then I saw the light of a streetlamp and, uh, walked out of the woods. Uh… yeah. The forest was later searched; no evidence of anomalous entities could be found. Investigation Update 3: After careful discussion, the Foundation acceded to the UIU's demands and were provided the requested records in exchange. Date: September 22nd, 1953 Event: An Unidentified Flying Object appeared in Cape Canaveral, Florida, USA. The Object was described as low-flying and covered in white fire. Due to the UFO's intrusion on American airspace, along with the potential harm it could cause to civilians, an order was made to ground it using anti-aircraft weaponry. Aftermath: The Object was successfully shot down and its remains retrieved. Due to the low amount of witnesses, memory suppressants were deemed unnecessary. RECOVERED ASSET #59 DETAILS: An anomalous aircraft of unknown make and manufacture. Retrieved by PENTAGRAM on September 22nd, 1953. GOAL: Reverse engineer the technology of the Asset for use in the U.S. Air Force. RESULT: FAILURE REASON: Disassembly of the Asset led to catastrophic loss of life, along with destruction of the Asset. SUBSEQUENT ACTIONS: The anomalous technology is undergoing incineration. The remains of DoD personnel have been immobilized and are awaiting dissection. The Entity has been buried. The following is a transcript of the interview with Aaron Jackson: Interviewed: Aaron Jackson Interviewer(s): Agent Mary Itō, Agent Quinn Clancy <Begin Log> [EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE REMOVED] Itō: Wait, so… I'm sorry, could you describe the first one again? Jackson: She's like a doctor, though more… mystical. Like a spiritual surgeon, I think? She was removing "bad energy," or something, while also performing an actual physical examination on me. Checking my bodily systems, making sure everything was in working order. She even got rid of the cold I was having. Clancy: And you said she was hairy? What else did she look like? Jackson: Uh, well at first, she looked kinda short. Like a bipedal ape, or a Sasquatch with dwarfism. But then when she started doing the examination, her body extended. She was taller and lankier, and her hair became longer and shaggier. Her glowing eyes are the only part of her face I can see, at that point. Itō: And the other alien? Jackson: That one, that one is also a doctor, but he gives off a kinda veterinarian vibe. He also did an examination; I remember him taking this creepy, purple worm out of my body and putting it in a glass ball. I think he also said something about the sodium in my body? He was proportioned like a normal- like an average human. But he looks like a mummy, and instead of cloth wrapping it's some sort of plastic or rubber material. He never moved his legs, just hovered around with a stiff posture. And his arms moved in very jerky motions. Sometimes a glowing wire would be poking out from his back, other days there would be multiple wires sticking out of his bandage folds- Clancy: Wait. What do you mean by "other days"? Pause Jackson: You guys are used to strange stuff, right? Like, you're not gonna- Clancy: A friend of mine looks after a talking grapefruit with DID that makes speeches about societal change. Nothing's too out of the ordinary for us. Jackson: …Thank you. So… I wasn't just abducted that night. Those two have been abducting me repeatedly for the past 14 years. I never told anyone else cause I didn't want people to think I was crazier than I already am. Itō: Any idea why they keep abducting you? Jackson: It's cause they each keep doing something that the other one doesn't like. I remember, one time the mummy kept putting this tiny metal thing in my body, but then the hairy one would find me, take it out, then put something else in; it looked like a charm or talisman. Then the mummy would find me, take that out, and put his thing back in. They did this for 4 years before giving up, but then they did other things that annoyed each other. But the thing is, they aren't aware of each other; neither of them know who keeps undoing their work. I think it has something to do with their ships' cloaking devices. Clancy: Can't you just, tell them what's going on and explain the situation? Jackson: I- (chuckles) I would if I could, but I'm completely paralyzed whenever they abduct me. All I can do is lay there and listen to them rant about their day or talk about their life, like I'm at a hair salon. Itō: Hmm. How regular are their visits? Have you noticed any pattern over the years? Jackson: Well, early on it was pretty frequent, once a week I'd say. But over time it's become less so, I think it's because they have other patients who need attention. Presently, the mummy guy picks me up every 5 months, while the hairy lady's every 4 months. I've been seeing their ships around lately, which means I'm gonna get picked up in a few days. Itō: Let's see if Quinn and I can hitch a ride to the ol' doctor's office. <End Log> The agents proceeded to coordinate a plan with Jackson to allow them access to the spacecrafts during his next abduction. Investigation Update 4: The Agents were informed by Jackson that he believed he would be abducted tonight. Anti-somniac preventative measures were placed in and around Jackson's home, to protect Agents from incapacitation by the extraterrestrial. <11:03 PM>: Bright lights shine through the windows of the house, signifying the arrival of the spacecraft. Agent Clancy secures the nylon rope connected to both his and Jackson's harnesses. <11:04 PM>: A shaft of light, which appears to incorporealize all non-living matter within it, shines down through the roof and onto Jackson, who is now paralyzed. As Jackson is lifted upwards, Clancy puts on his cognito-suppression helmet and enters the shaft of light. Clancy climbs the rope as Jackson is pulled closer to the aperture of the vehicle. Before Clancy is able to reach Jackson, the latter passes the threshold of the aperture, which closes, leaving the Agent suspended outside. <11:07 PM>: The vehicle9 begins moving southward. Agent Clancy impacts multiple trees as he is dragged along with it. <11:09 PM>: The vehicle suddenly stops as red points of light appear on its surface, before resuming movement in an erratic manner.10 The vehicle performs bobbing motions in an attempt to remove Agent Clancy. As these fail, it switches to oscillating motions. <11:14 PM>: The vehicle travels to a nearby lake and lowers Clancy into the water. It then performs sharp, swinging motions; flinging Clancy in and out of the water. <11:19 PM>: The vehicle begins moving in single direction at high speeds before stopping suddenly. It repeats this action 6 more times. <11:23 PM>: The vehicle ceases calculated motions and starts flying around haphazardly. Agent Clancy impacts additional trees during this. At one point the vehicle collides with an unknown glowing object, which explodes into sludge.11 <11:29 PM>: As the vehicle continues its random movements, the mummy-like entity mentioned by Jackson becomes visible, looking through the aperture. The entity turns toward something inside, then back to Clancy, then back inside and back to Clancy again. They vocalize something to the Agent, but it is indecipherable. <11:30 PM>: The vehicle travels to an open field, lowering itself closer to the ground and decreasing its speed. While it does this, a robotic arm holding a bladed instrument is seen through the aperture. It severs the nylon rope, dropping Clancy 0.5 meters from the ground. The aperture fully closes as the vehicle disappears from view. <11:32 PM>: Clancy stands up before briefly vomiting onto the ground. The agent was recovered largely unharmed, suffering only minor bruises and slight nausea. Jackson, who was returned 3 hours later, was unable to recall the above events. He reported the entity made numerous, perplexed remarks regarding "some weirdo who attached himself to me." Investigation Update 5: As no useful information pertaining to anomalous occurrences had been gained from Mortimer's Paw, questioning was switched to knowledge regarding notable persons who lived in Cape Canaveral. While the majority of reported individuals were false leads, a figure by the name of Johnny Travers was deemed noteworthy to the investigation. The audio log pertaining to data gathered on Travers has been included with minor truncation, as the information contained within is relevant to the entire URA-4627 investigation. Investigation Update: Audio Log 5 Date: 13/06/2013 [BEGIN RECORD] [SUPERFLUOUS DATA REMOVED] Itō: Which brings us to Johnny Travers, an oddball compared to the people we just covered. He was described as an occultist with a fixation on astronomy, often talking to others about "cosmic ghosts" and "voices carried on celestial winds," among further ideas. Most people assumed he was just another start-up UFO cult leader, but judging by the things he preached, that wasn't the case. Most UFO religions hold a belief in aliens who will save the Earth through the use of advanced technology, and teach humanity how to better themselves. Travers never mentioned anything about interstellar races, alien technology, or even saving humanity. The stuff he was focused on involved "attuning to the faint sapience contained within celestial bodies." He was definitely spiritual, but his beliefs were too weird for others, so he became a bit of a social outcast. Clancy: It's also worth noting that his spiritualism reportedly began when he encountered "a star that fell from the sky," as an 11-year-old. Travers was born in early 1942, so his encounter lines up with the date PENTAGRAM shot down that UFO. Itō: Though it would be hard to verify that, as he died in a car accident in 1988. The only records of his beliefs that remain are a few notes and writings he made, and the memories of the people who had bothered to listen to him. Clancy: There are also some folks from Mortimer's Paw that remember a bit of the weird stuff he did- The door to the room opens and closes abruptly. D-7331: Hey, uh, guys, I think I'm being affected by, uh, ah- a memetic thing. A memetic thing or something. Itō: What? D-7331: It hap- I had just finished throwing out the trash, admiring how the moon looked. But when I looked down, I saw one of the rabbits. I know it's not that weird, like we've seen the rabbits before and they just scream and run away, you know? But this one was just like, in the distance, and then it started walking slowly towards me. I was creeped out, but I wouldn't have known something was up if this lady hadn't asked what the hell I was staring at. I pointed at the rabbit but she couldn't see it. I moved to some other people and asked if they could see it, and they looked at me like I was high and said no. Then a car passed between me and the rabbit, and the rabbit was, like, overlaid over the image of the car. Like I could see it through the car. And then I booked it here. Clancy: Where's Catherine? D-7331: She went to the truck to grab something that could help. Itō: Where is the rabbit now? D-7331: It's, uh… it's one block away right now. But getting closer. Clancy: I'll look through SCiPNET, see if it's similar to any skips we know about. Itō: I'll do the same. You're gonna be fine, George, don't worry. D-7331: Right. You're right. Yeah… The door to the room opens and slams shut. Gordon: I got 'em! Generalized memetic counter-agents. George, which direction is the rabbit? D-7331: That away. Gordon: Okay, sit down on the bed facing this way. Sound of ruffling paper. Gordon: I'm going to show you pictures, and each time I do, I want you to look at the rabbit and tell me if it's still there. Got it? D-7331: Got it. Itō: Does the rabbit look blurry at all? D-7331: No. Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: I still see it. It's on this block now. Itō: Uh, do you see anything weird besides the rabbit? Like figures in your peripheral vision? Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: Still see it, and no there's only the rabbit. Itō: Would appreciate some help here, Quinn! Clancy: I can't- the fucking- it won't let me connect! Itō: What do you mean it won't let you connect? Clancy: Fucking Florida internet, I don't know! Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: Still see it. Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331: Still- whoa, oh geez that picture made me dizzy. Still there. Itō: Does anything happen when you look at it with one eye? What about when you cover your ears? D-7331: Uh, no, and no it's still the same. Sound of ruffling paper. D-7331 sneezes. D-7331: Wha- ah! Ah, pink goop! Pink goop! What? Why did that come out of me? What? Is that my brain? Gordon: No, don- Banging on a desk. Clancy: Come on! Itō: Could you not add to the stress, Clancy! Sound of paper ruffling, then scattering. Gordon: Damnit. D-7331: Uh, guys? It's almost at the door, and it's starting to not look like a rabbit anymore! Sound of papers being collected. Itō: Does it look like any family members or- D-7331: It's coming through the door no- WOAH! Gordon: What! What is it? D-7331: It… uh. It's… gone. Clancy: What do you mean, what happened? D-7331: It… got… aten. Eaten. Silence. Itō: By…? D-7331: The- the thing… the thing that ate it is still there, chewing it in its mouth. It looks like a Chinese dragon, made out of… paper mâché. A finger snap. Gordon: So that's where it went. [END RECORD] The entity that consumed D-7331's hallucination was an infovore produced by the Foundation, as part of a project aimed at creating controllable memetic lifeforms for the purpose of protecting personnel. Dr. Gordon had volunteered to host the entity in order to train it, as the current batch of Foundation-bred infovores were under a trial-run period in order to adjust their behavioral issues, such as transferring themselves to another host without permission. Investigation Update 6: Jackson alerted the agents that his next abduction was unexpectedly imminent. The agents arrived to find a disk-shaped spacecraft hovering over Jackson. As they did not have time to put on their harnesses, agent Clancy instead latched onto Jackson's body as he was pulled upwards, bringing them both into the vehicle. VIDEO LOG Date: 14/06/2013 Note: Footage was recorded by agent Clancy's helmet-mounted camera. [BEGIN LOG] The camera is momentarily blinded by light as it enters the ship. The camera adjusts to reveal a large, white room. The aperture below closes and a floating, rectangular platform appears from off screen. Jackson, who is either paralyzed or unconscious, is moved by an unknown force to lay down on the platform. This causes Clancy to fall on the floor. Clancy looks to his right and sees a short, hairy humanoid standing roughly a meter away. The entity's facial expression appears to be one of anger. They being to speak with a feminine voice. Hairy Entity: (In Spanish) What the fuck. Are you kidding me- are actually fucking kidding me? I have to deal with this shit now? Clancy: …What? The entity rubs their face with their hands. Hairy Entity: There's another patient I need to meet in 2 hours. I have a tank filled with bad karma that needs to be disposed before it congeals. Fucking bird traffic. And now I have to deal with some dickhead friend of Aaron's! Clancy: (In Spanish) You speak Spanish? The entity ignores him, continuing to rant in Spanish as their body gradually increases in height. Hairy Entity: Do you know how much shit I have on my plate right now? Too much! Way too much stuff for one person to handle! I've patients I need to take care of… Emotional psychic energy I need to redistribute… Fucking resonance crystals I need to grow and sell to actually make ends meet. Aaaaahhhg! The Guild used to be something, you know? We used to help people wherever they lived, cleanse souls from societal corruption. We used to do good until those wealthy humans showed up and started bribing Guild members to focus their talents on the rich. The organization is a joke now: working for the upper-class and selling snake-oil to the poor. Now I have to pick up the slack, all the while being harassed by paranoid governments and those creepy, big-headed assholes! The entity pants, having run out of breath. A portal suddenly opens and a mummy-like entity floats out, along with agent Itō who steps out. Clancy: (In English) Oh hey, Mary. Itō: Yeah they just came down to me, so I directed them here. The mummy entity speaks with an androgynous voice as they gesticulate with stiff motions. Mummy Entity: (In Ortothan)12 So you are the one who keeps messing with Aaron Jackson's body! Hairy Entity: (In Ortothan) Excuse me? I keep pathogens and dark spirits out of his body. Who in the world are you? Wait. You. You're the one who keeps sticking his body full of junk! Mummy Entity: They are not junk. They prevent various contaminants from entering his body. And you are one to talk; multiple times I have met with Aaron Jackson and discovered a drobalane13 infesting his body. Hairy Entity: (scoffs) Are you kidding me? Drobalane only hatch in the southern hemisphere of this planet. Mummy Entity: You are wrong. They only hatch in warm climates, such as where Aaron Jackson lives. You also say you are protecting him from dark spirits, but many times you have removed devices meant to ward off negative-vibration beings. Hairy Entity: Of course I did! Trying to prevent a negative planar attack is like trying to prevent spontaneous combustion! It's impossible! That's why I put the talismans inside his body, to ward off lower-vibration beings. Mummy Entity: It is better to have an all-encompassing ward than several specific ones. Hairy Entity: Those big clunky ones damage a person's aura! A pause. The mummy entity points at the hairy entity. Mummy Entity: Don't I know you? Is your name Vixiz?14 Hairy Entity: I don't- wait, 1O7al-P?15 Mummy Entity: Yes! Hairy Entity: Oh my gosh, haha! It's been so long. Mummy Entity: It indeed has. How have- Clancy: (In Spanish) If I could interrupt for just a moment. Since it seems like you two are on friendly terms at the moment, I would like to ask if either of you know anything regarding the rabbit population in this area? Any strange events you believe might originate from them? The hairy entity relays the question to the other entity in Ortothan, as well as translating their response. Mummy Entity: I remember an occurrence from 5 years ago. My ship alerted me that an unknown lifeform had somehow come aboard. As I searched for it, I felt a presence down the hall, coming from another room. The weight of this presence was… oppressive. I was too afraid to approach. After a while it left, and when I checked the security system, it pointed to a group of those creatures as the source. They were huddled around, doing something I could not determine. Hairy Entity: They were probably performing some sort of ritual. They're a spiritual group, and though I don't fully understand their beliefs or practices, I've seen enough to know they are extremely peaceful and timid. Perhaps… they sensed you nearby, and wanted to make contact? Mummy Entity: If that is the case, then why was their method of communication so intimidating? Hairy Entity: Well, a person tapping on a glass enclosure may intimidate the creature inside, but that doesn't necessarily mean the person is trying to be. A pause. Hairy Entity: You wanna grab something to eat, maybe some time next week? Mummy Entity: Yes. That sounds lovely. [END LOG] A local farmer reported to the police an incident that occurred on his land, wherein he was woken up by the screams of his cattle. When he went to investigate, he discovered the mutilated corpses of 3 cows. Each corpse showed signs of an organism having torn itself out of the body. The 3 cows were previously pregnant. On the same night, an unknown animal broke into the investigation team's motel. The creature was successfully killed after Agent Itō fired multiple gunshots into its head and body, with the agent only suffering moderate lacerations to her left leg. The corpses of two similar animals were discovered elsewhere in Cape Canaveral, one having been run over by a car, the other killed by a condor attack. Each animal possessed canine and arthropodal physical features. Investigation Update 7: The following is an excerpt from an interview with local resident Mabel Dailey, regarding knowledge on Johnny Travers: Dailey: Ask almost anyone who's met him and they'll say somethin' like, "Why, he was a kind young man," "The oddball who's always eager to help," "The school's local rabbit expert." I knew him as the sweet child, who helped me with gardening and loved bunnies. Though certain folks often talked bad 'bout lil Johnny; said he was dangerous, that he'd sacrifice ya to a dark god or some such if he ever got the chance. Most people were smart, didn't listen to that hullaballoo. But that didn't make it any easier for the poor kid. Dailey: Johnny was a good boy, just… eccentric, and very lonely. He saw the world different from everyone else, and wanted to share that with others. But no matter who he spoke to, people never connected with his ideas. I certainly didn't, though I would let him rattle on about "sky souls," or what have you, whenever he came over to help with my garden. I could only half-listen. I could never find it within me to fully engage with what he told. I think when Johnny realized that, he felt genuinely alone in this world. Dailey: The only true company he had, in the end, were his rabbits. So he spoke to the rabbits, and the rabbits listened. It was learned that Travers created a makeshift fort when he was a child, and would utilize this fort throughout his life. The team discovered a concealed rabbit burrow within the fort. A drone was sent into the burrow. EXPLORATION LOG DATE: 15/06/2013 [BEGIN LOG] The drone enters the burrow, which proceeds down an incline. As it travels deeper, a soft blue light of indeterminate source begins illuminating the tunnel. The drone observes numerous holes during its descent, but is unable to enter them due to its size. The dimensions of the tunnel gradually expand to the point where it can comfortably accommodate an adult human. The drone encounters a room containing weathered newspapers and drawings of astrological events. The drone encounters a room containing crosses, with each cross situated on top of a patch of dirt, and each patch possessing signs of a burial. At a certain point in the room, the crosses become remarkably cruder, with indications of animal activity on the dirt patches. The drone reaches the end of the tunnel: a room with 14 rabbits, sitting around in a circle. A hole in the ceiling is present, with the moon visible through it. The light of the moon shines down on the inner circle, where a reflection of its image can be seen. A glow appears above the circle, fading in and out before materializing as a grey-skinned figure. The oblong head of the entity is bare, while the body is covered in a mass of either feathers or scraps of cloth. Sharp, thin claws can be seen protruding from this mass. The rabbits all slowly turn in unison towards the drone. The figure opens its eyes, groaning with the voice of an elderly human. The groaning increases in volume before shifting into wailing. The wailing shifts into screeching, clipping the audio. The drone suddenly shuts down. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Manipulation of events that lead to generally beneficial outcomes for the recipient, such as finding loose money out in the open, experiencing favorable weather, avoiding premature death, etc. 2. Designated UnRegistered Anomaly-4627. 3. A series of anomalous television broadcasts that when viewed, impart a strong belief in extraterrestrial abductions/contact and interest in science-fiction concepts. 4. A Group of Interest based primarily within Chinese territories. The organization preaches a philosophy that combines Buddhism with Space Age Science-Fiction. 5. A minor GoI based in the state of Florida. The group describes themselves as warriors that protect Earth from extraterrestrial threats, and defenders of alien lifeforms stranded on Earth. 6. The occult branch of the Department of Defense. 7. Likely referring to SCP-████-N, an anomaly neutralized by the GOC in 1985. 8. Information regarding codename PURPLE HARVEST is restricted on a need to know basis. 9. Now identified as having a vertical, rectangular shape with four hemispheres on its underside. 10. It is assumed this is due to the nylon rope preventing the aperture from fully closing. 11. It was later learned that D-7331 was being stalked by the glowing object for approximately an hour beforehand. Analysis of the residue revealed it to be ectoplasm. 12. A language common among numerous extraterrestrial species. 13. Closest approximate translation of name. 14. Closest approximate translation of name. 15. Closest approximate translation of name. More From This Author More From This Author Crow-Cat's Works SCPs SCP-7547 • SCP-050-INT • SCP-6818 • SCP-6426 • Tales/GoI Formats SPC-6985: THE ANTI-SHARK • What does B stand for? • Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7755" by Crow-Cat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7755. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Special Containment Procedures SCP-7756 is only to be stored or examined on a computer that has been entirely separated from SCiPNet or outside internet connection. The anomaly may be downloaded but after that the computer must be entirely quarantined. METATRON.aic is to scan the internet for instances of SCP-7756, taking down any posting that includes the anomalous file. Given the nature and content of the anomaly, this represents a significant threat to Normalcy and the continued operation of the Foundation behind the Veil Protocol. SCP-7756 must only be accessed by those with a high rating of memetic resistance; any researchers wanting to perform tests or access the anomaly must rate at least 4.9 on the Cognitive Resistance Value scale. Description SCP-7756 is an online digital security seminar produced and distributed by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) entitled “There’s No Place Like Home… Land Security.” The anomaly has been found linked to a number of posts on Reddit and other social media sites in the context of digital security. An account with username of VKTMNarrator has responded to numerous comments and posts on social media with links to the anomaly. The storage of SCP-7756 has been difficult to locate, even with the use of AICs – the link appears as homelandsecurity.vktm.org, but no such website exists. The content of the seminar includes sensitive data and images concerning the nature of the Veil in general and the SCP Foundation in specific. More importantly, those who access the link and participate in the seminar are subject to a significant memetic compulsion to do as the seminar instructs. Usually this results in completing the seminar without incident, but in one notable case it led to the arrest of a man in Detroit, Michigan for murder. ADDENDUM 7756.1 – Testing Log [Dr. Lillihammer1 turns on the dedicated laptop and activates the link to SCP-7756, downloading the file, and then engaging the security protocols to air-gap the device from SCiPNet. As soon as the laptop is secure and disconnected from outside sources, the starting screen of SCP-7756 flashes open in a window without any input by Lillihammer.] Lillihammer: Great, off to a good start. [The screen is suddenly overlaid with persistent weak static, but the cursor continues to operate as per normal. Lillihammer clicks on the image, starting the security presentation.] [On the screen a video appears of a computer monitor wrapped in barbed wire and set against the backdrop of a burning apartment building. A voice begins speaking on the recording.] Narrator: Welcome to “There’s No Place Like Home…Land Security,” Vikander-Kneed’s newest excursion in media excellence! We at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media take digital security seriously, and we thought we could share with you our best practices. Lillihammer: What the… I know that voice. Narrator: No, you don’t! Lillihammer: Yes, I do. And clearly you can hear me, Mari! Narrator: Let’s get started with the seminar! Lillihammer: Also, the sound isn’t coming from the laptop. It’s just surrounding me. Narrator: Please click on the next slide! Lillihammer: That won’t work on me. Narrator: [Sighing] Okay. What do you want to continue? Lillihammer: Admit who you are. Narrator: There’s No Place Like Home…Land Security. Lillihammer: We can do this all day, or you can play it straight with me. Up to you. Narrator: Fine. Mari MacPhaerson, Vice President of Public Relations, Vikander-Kneed. Now can we continue? Lillihammer: Yes. [Lillihammer clicks on the “next” button. Bringing up the following image.] Lillihammer: Oh, come on. Narrator: … Lillihammer: Hello? Narrator: What now? Lillihammer: You know what. How do you even know these things? Narrator: No idea what you’re talking about. Look, I don’t have all day and we’ve got at least forty-five more minutes left in this presentation before the quiz. Can we get started? Lillihammer: There’s a quiz? Narrator: Of course, there’s a quiz! How else are we supposed to know if you’ve learned the lessons of digital security? Anything else? Or can I start? Lillihammer: Go ahead. Narrator: Thank you. [Clears throat.] In order to reinforce the primary concepts of Digital Security, we’re going to cover six areas where we think your company’s practices can be improved… Fifteen minutes of footage are omitted for brevity. [When prompted, Lillihammer clicks through to the third slide.] Lillihammer: What just happened? Narrator: Time moves when we’re having fun! Lillihammer: It took you a quarter hour to read less than a hundred words! Narrator: Next slide! [Lillihammer sighs. She begins to tap her fingers against the surface of the desk in a rhythmic fashion. Several minutes pass. The narration doesn’t begin.] Lillihammer: I thought you didn’t have all day! Narrator: [Snoring.] Lillihammer: Are you fucking serious? Narrator: [Coughing and sputtering sounds.] What? Jesus, what time is it? Where am I? Lillihammer: Are you going to read the slide? Narrator: You can read this time. [Lillihammer’s fist clenches on the desk next to the laptop. Then she actually looks at the screen.] Lillihammer: Actually, that’s funny, we don’t use MFA. Narrator: Really! What do you do instead? Lillihammer: Classified. Narrator: Oh, come on, tell me. We’re girlfriends! Spill! Lillihammer: We. Are. Not. Girlfriends. Narrator: …Fine. Next slide. Three hours of footage are omitted for brevity. [Several dozen slides containing primarily mundane information about password strengths and the flagging features for suspicious emails. Of note, UI specific to SCiPNet systems is on display in these slides. Additionally, Dr. William Wettle’s password is noted as a particularly strong one.]2 Lillihammer: I thought you said there was another forty-five minutes left? We’ve been here for hours. Narrator: Lillian, I don’t know how to tell you this, but it’s only been ten minutes. Lillihammer: No, it hasn’t! [Holding out her tablet, utilizing a stop watch feature.] It’s been literal hours! Narrator: What is time? Aren’t we having fun? Lillihammer: You better hope we’re never in the same room again. Narrator: That’s the spirit! Next slide! [The Narrator reads the slide without editorializing.] Lillihammer: What does that have to do with digital security? Narrator: What do you mean? You shouldn’t reveal company secrets, that’s the simple baseline of all digital security. Lillihammer: It’s actually possible to divulge secrets without using any technology, you know? Narrator: Sounds like someone who has some experience in divulging company secrets! Lillihammer: I repeat, what does this have to do with digital security? I swear to god Mari, I will shut this laptop down and go home. [The Narrator whispers something unintelligible.] Lillihammer: What was that? Narrator: This was a contract gig. Lillihammer: Is this almost over? Narrator: Nope! Next slide! Approximately ten minutes omitted for brevity. [The presentation proceeds through half a dozen slides concerning the identification of phishing emails. Throughout the presentation, the internal Site-43 SCiPNet message system is utilized as visual examples.]3 Lillihammer: I’m a memeticist, I know how to spot a fucking phishing email. This presentation is literally killing me. Narrator: Can you describe the pain you’re experiencing? On a scale from one to ten, how bad is the pain? Lillihammer: Next slide! [Several slides are moved through in silence, explaining the process by which one should dismember and hide the remains of a human body. Neither the narrator nor Dr. Lillihammer speak during this period. The slides contain the following information: “1) Wrap the body in plastic tightly, several layers of food plastic wrap would be best.4 2) Using a serrated cutting implement, disconnect the feet, hands and head.5 3) Place the wrapped bundles in a bathtub or large plastic vat, pour hydrochloric acid over the top.6 4) Take the leftovers and mix with lye, then bury in your neighbor’s back yard. 5) Repeat.7”] Lillihammer: Jesus, was that a threat? Narrator: What do you mean? Lillihammer: You’re using comatose or dead Foundation personnel of note as examples of how to dismember a fucking body. So, is that a threat? Narrator: Those were actors, VKTM makes entertainment not snuff films! Lillihammer: I’ve met Clef, that was Clef. Granted, he’s unpleasant but this feels targeted. Narrator: No no no. Come on. You’re suspending your disbelief a little too intensely, Lillian. Lillihammer: What are you talking about? Narrator: I’m going to the next slide. Lillihammer: No, explain what you meant. Narrator: Special effects! That’s what I meant. Lillihammer: Special effects? Narrator: Squibs! CGI! That sorta thing. [Lillihammer sits silently.] Narrator: I’m moving onto the next slide. Lillihammer: Whatever. Lillihammer: Come on! What about that? Narrator: We are pretty scared of PETA. Lillihammer: I hate this assignment. Narrator: It’s ok, because it’s time for that quiz! Lillihammer: Wasn’t there another section left? Narrator: I don’t think so. Lillihammer: Yeah, “Keeping your systems up to date.” Narrator: Do you keep your computer updated? Lillihammer: Yes. Narrator: Great! I’d say that’s a lesson learned. Ready for a quiz? Lillihammer: Just get it over with. Narrator: Love that energy. Narrator: What do you think? Pick the most correct answer. Lillihammer: … Narrator: Well? Lillihammer: … Narrator: Jesus, come on. Aren’t going to guess? Lillihammer: It’s D! Narrator: Oh, I’m sorry! But we would have accepted any of the answers A, B, or C. D is obviously the wrong answer. Lillihammer: I know. Narrator: Next Question! [Lillihammer gets up from the computer, turns out the light in the testing chamber and exits the room.] Narrator: Well, what do you think? [Roughly thirty seconds pass.] Narrator: Come on, Lillian. It’s the last question! [Roughly thirty seconds pass.] Narrator: Lillian? [Roughly thirty seconds pass.] Narrator: Hello? END OF LOG Footnotes 1. Highly resistant to memetics, Dr. Lillihammer has been assessed with a Cognitive Resistance Value so high that she is practically immune to memetic effects. 2. During the presentation Wettle’s password is revealed to be 321passowrd! [sic] The Identity and Technocryptography Section of Site-43 issued Dr. Wettle a citation for mandatory password strength training. Afterward, his password was changed to 456letshitthebricks@$$. This was found to be acceptable. 3. At one point, an email by Site Director Allan McInnis is shown being written in real time through use of a video file embedded in a slide. Dr. Lillihammer paused the test to contact the Director and confirm the contents of his email. Those sections of the recording have been omitted from the official record as well as from this transcript. 4. A video of a comatose Dr. Alto Clef slowly being wrapped in thin sheets of plastic then bound in duct tape plays in this slide. 5. A pair of hands grip the body and places a hacksaw against the left ankle and then begins to saw back and forth until the limb is detached from the leg. The video then plays through a montage of further cuts until both feet, hands and the head are detached. 6. The video plays at ten times speed as the body parts are slowly dissolved. 7. 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The following document contains information that is verifiably untrue. No Foundation Site-⌘ exists in any recorded documents. The document is currently under review for memetic hazards. The source of the file is currently unknown. PROCEED WITH CAUTION + Continue - There is no going back. WARNING THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT CONTAINS SEVERAL EXISTENTIAL DESTABILIZATION INDUCERS | DO NOT CONTINUE WITHOUT RECITING THE FOLLOWING WHILST UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF GRADE 4+ AGNOSTICS. One is only as real as they want to be. To seek reality is the errand of fools. I am a fool. Steven Hayes is not. Item#: 7757 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7757's influence being restricted to Site-⌘ personnel by nature, no significant actions are to be taken in response. The spread of information about SCP-7757 is to remain limited to Site-⌘ personnel exclusively. Any individuals that do not meet that criteria and are found to possess knowledge of SCP-7757 are to be detained at Site-⌘. "Steven Y. Hayes" is to remain on the Telecommunications Monitoring Office's list of keywords. Any request by non-Site-⌘ personnel seeking the meaning of this term are to be denied. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Description: SCP-7757 is the general consensus among staff at Site-⌘ that a researcher by the name of Steven Y. Hayes, referred to here on out as SCP-7757-1, was at some point employed by the Foundation, despite no record of any personnel under that name. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Site-⌘ staff under the influence of SCP-77571 will typically attribute the following characteristics to this supposed entity: - SCP-7757-1 is male. - He is 1.9 meters tall. - He has short brown hair, blue eyes, and pale complexion. - He is originally from Sofia, Bulgaria. - He was Site-⌘'s director of Intangible Anomalous Applications (IAA). - He was hired by the Foundation in 1998. - He is quite reclusive. - He is quite fond of chess, though not particularly good at the game. - He mysteriously disappeared at some point in mid-2019. Other details are often included as well, though with significantly less consistency. In an attempt to prove the existence of SCP-7757-1, staff will often try to procure photographs to show the unconvinced, despite no only one pieces of media depicting SCP-7757-1 having been successfully recovered. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Stories pertaining to interactions with SCP-7757-1 are often brought up by those affected by the anomaly, which can often be corroborated by other affected personnel. The abundance of shared conceptions and memories of SCP-7757-1 have led researchers to believe the entity has a presence in the localized noosphere of Site-⌘, though this hypothesis has yet to be proven. Amnestic and mnestic agents have been shown to have no effect on SCP-7757. Addendum 7757.1 - Interviews: Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall Interviewed: Dr. Thom Evans [BEGIN LOG] B. Randall: Now, Thom, could you please tell me a bit about your experiences with 7757-1? Dr. Evans: Oh, Steve? He was great, man. Really funny, too. If you had joined the team a few years back, you two would've got along damn well. B. Randall: Do any interactions stand out? Dr. Evans: We went fishing once. He was like, really good at it. It was, I wanna say a bonding exercise. Dave probably set it up. You know Dave, always tryna get us to do things outside of work. He caught a few salmon before a time loop caught up to us. We dealt with that though. Nothing too in of the ordinary. B. Randall: What makes this moment stand out? Dr. Evans: Well I didn't really talk to him that much to be honest. He was always holed away in his office. Room 19½2, if my memory serves me well. Up until that point, I don't even think I had had a full conversation with the guy. That day, though, he truly got out of his comfort zone. Lovely guy, really. I have some photos if you wanna see. [Evans reaches under the floor, grabbing his smartphone. He opens the photo app, but finds no images depicting SCP-7757-1. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.] Dr. Evans: Jeez, I swore I had a couple of pictures from that day. Shame. [The smartphone disintegrates into a pile of gray dust, which Evans promptly puts in his coat pocket.] B. Randall: What did he look like? Dr. Evans: Brown hair, kind of slicked back. Gray-blue eyes. Not that much taller than you. Whiter than garlic. Always wore a lab coat with olive khakis; at least, that's all I ever saw him in. He was nearing sixty last time I saw him, but didn't look it. Kind of a baby face. No beard. No graying in his hair. Nothing. B. Randall: What did he do? Dr. Evans: Like, job-wise? B. Randall: Yes. Dr. Evans: Jeez, I don't really remember too well. I think it must have been something about applied surrealism. I remember him doing a lot of work with stuff we couldn't sense. I sat in on one of his meetings with that ghost we have in Site-⌘. Kind of a one-sided conversation to be honest. B. Randall: Anything else you'd like to say about him before this ends? Dr. Evans: He didn't like eggs too much. [END TRANSCRIPT] Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall Interviewed: Tom Wilkins [BEGIN LOG] B. Randall: What was your relationship with SCP-7757-1? Wilkins: I don't know what you are talking about. B. Randall: Does "Steven Y. Hayes" ring any bells? Wilkins: Oh that guy. Yeah, I know him. What ever happened to him? B. Randall: I am not able to disclose that information. Wilkins: In a mocking voice Oh we can't tell the janitor anything, even though he was a bloody senior researcher back at Site-152. He wouldn't understand what we do here. B. Randall: This has nothing to do with your position. Wilkins: Yeah right. B. Randall: Are we going to get through this, or do you want to go back to cleaning up that fractal in the hallway? [Silence.] B. Randall: That's what I thought. Now, what was he like? Wilkins: Steve? I can't really say too much about him. He told me when there was a parallel universe clogged in the toilet sometimes, but beyond that we didn't really talk too much. He was always in that office on the second real floor. I never had to do much cleaning there, he tended to keep it tidy. I do remember that he had a mini-fridge with some really nice wine in it. There was also that chessboard that kinda freaked me out. I don't know why… something about it. B. Randall: What did he look like? Wilkins: Clean-shaven, brown hair, pretty tall. That's about all I remember. B. Randall: Any notable interactions? Wilkins: Not many. The only one I can really think of was that time that he stood in the corner of that meeting room during an anticonference. He didn't say anything, just kept staring at the ceiling. He looked terrified. I asked him what was up. He just said "Nothing." Not in a dismissive way or anything; he seemed genuine. Come to think of it, that was probably the last time I really remember seeing him. B. Randall: Interesting. Anything else? Wilkins: Not really. B. Randall: Okay. Now go clean up that fractal. I nearly fell into it this morning. [END TRANSCRIPT] Addendum 7757.2 - Recording: On October 52, 2021, a video of an entity matching all known descriptors of SCP-7757-1 was found in Site-⌘'s media folder. The video was dated to July 5th, 2019, with no source being available. The following is a transcription of that video file, which has not been attached due to potential memetic hazards. [SCP-7757-1 sits at a table, playing a game of chess on a magnetic board in front of him] SCP-7757-1: I'll warn you, I have been practicing since we last played. Unknown Voice: Yeah? You finally learn a real opening? e4 SCP-7757-1: e4? You're just as basic as I remember. e5 Unknown Voice: If it ain't broke. Knight f3 SCP-7757-1: sarcastically How innovative! Knight c6 [Silence] Bishop c4 Unknown Voice: You're not real, ya' know. Knight f6 SCP-7757-1: I've worked here long enough to know that nothing is real. Knight g5 Unknown Voice: You know that's not what I mean. d5 SCP-7757-1: I don't know anything. exd5 Unknown Voice: True. Knight xd5 SCP-7757-1: Well what do you mean? Knight xf7 Unknown Voice: You don't exist. King xf7 SCP-7757-1: I'm sorry? Queen f3+ Unknown Voice: This world around you, what you see, it's not real. King e6 [SCP-7757-1 turns to the wall, which has become slightly translucent.] knight c3 SCP-7757-1: What the fuck? knight e7 Unknown Voice: You've spent your whole world working what's real. Crazy to think that you're not, right? O-O [Silence.] d4 SCP-7757-1: I… King d6 Unknown Voice: You are merely a figment of someone else's mind. Bishop g5 SCP-7757-1: Simulation theory… Bishop e6 Unknown Voice: Not quite. Rook fe1 [Silence.] exd4 SCP-7757-1: But I have consciousness! Knight e4+ Unknown Voice: Do you? King c7 [Silence.] Queen g3+ SCP-7757-1: Who are you? King b6 Unknown Voice: It doesn't matter. I'm less real than you. Queen b3+ SCP-7757-1: Why are you telling me this now? King c7 Unknown Voice: Because you are ready. Queen g3+ SCP-7757-1: For what? king b6 Unknown Voice: Oblivion. knight d6 [SCP-7757-1 is trembling.] Queen d7 Unknown Voice: You've served your purpose. You were good for what you were, you're just no longer required. This story can go on without you. a4 [Silence.] a5 [Silence.] Queen e5 [Silence.] Knight g6 SCP-7757-1: timidly What happens now? Queen xd4+ Unknown Voice: Absolutely nothing. c5 SCP-7757-1: What do you mean? Queen d3 Unknown Voice: It's done. This is it. You're gone. You'll feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing, think nothing. A soulless, formless, mindless, nonentity, floating in the seas of Aether. Queen xd6 SCP-7757-1: Is there anything I can do? Rook ad1 Unknown Voice: Nothing can't do much. I'd say you have a day left of reality, or more accurately, the lack thereof. h6 [Silence.] Rook xe6 SCP-7757-1: I've spent years studying that which doesn't make sense. I've devoted my life to the absurd. I've looked right at what isn't real… Queen xe6 Unknown Voice: A fitting end, isn't it? Bishop xd5 [Silence.] Queen d6 [Silence.] Queen b3+ [Silence.] King a7 [Silence.] Queen xb7# Unknown Voice: Checkmate. [SCP-7757-1 reaches his hand out in front of him for a handshake with his opponent, but no one sits at the other end of the table. The only thing in front of him is a mirror. There is no reflection.] Footnotes 1. ~9/8 of total Site-⌘ staff. 2. Though plans to make a Room 19½ have been made, they have not yet come to fruition. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7757" by Some Reference, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7757. Licensed under CC-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-7759
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Information regarding the anomaly’s casefile shall be restricted to L-4 clearance until further notice. The profile of SCP-7759 is presently being developed by the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA) and Project Heimdall staff. UPDATE 10-23-43: All Foundation sites possessing radio receivers have been placed under indefinite lockdown. Incoming signals, regardless of their apparent source, are to be treated as hostile anomalous vectors. Description: SCP-7759 refers to the former FSS HADES-01, a Foundation-built space station located in the Kuiper Belt. SCP-7759 was originally intended to function as a containment site for particularly high-risk SCP objects, as well as a forward operating base for acquisition and study of other extraterrestrial anomalies. Initial construction and crewing of SCP-7759 were performed in 2034, and the station operated without issues for nearly a decade. However, in late 2042, a disaster of unclear nature occurred aboard SCP-7759. The inciting event appears to have been a modulated radio transmission received by SCP-7759’s telescope array. Shortly after the signal was reported, outgoing missives became fragmentary and panicked, seeming to imply the sudden invasion of an unknown agent which was causing mass structural damage within the station. All contact with SCP-7759 was lost shortly thereafter. In order to determine the cause of these events, High Command authorized an exploratory probe mission. This resulted in a catastrophic loss of assets: as the probe approached SCP-7759, it was rapidly subsumed and destroyed by an indistinct mass which emerged from nearby docking ports. It is presently believed that SCP-7759 has been integrated with, or assimilated by, a swarm of extraterrestrial nanotechnology. These devices are self-replicating at a rapid rate and drastically altering SCP-7759’s layout — repurposing existing infrastructure in addition to fabricating entirely new additions via raw materials from nearby asteroids. The full extent of SCP-7759’s modifications are unknown, but the following has been ascertained: SCP-7759’s exterior has been heavily reinforced with layers of metal shielding, presumably sourced from ore-rich asteroids. Numerous clusters of radio equipment are installed across the hull of SCP-7759. It is estimated that 50% of these emitters are active at any given time and broadcasting to unknown parties. Notably, some are similar in design to the standard comms package used by Foundation exploratory probes. Certain sections of SCP-7759’s hull are perforated by deep, perfectly rounded holes which emit high quantities of blackbody radiation. The exact function of these holes is not yet known; they may represent a form of waste heat disposal or camouflaged weaponry installation. All viewports have been occluded from the interior by a dark substance, which appears to be in constant motion. Flashes of red light can occasionally be discerned. SCP-7759 as a whole has grown in size by approximately 30%. New modules are fabricated and incorporated into the structure on a bi-monthly basis; while the purpose of these modules is uncertain, they appear to follow standard Foundation construction guidelines. Analysis of what is occurring inside SCP-7759 has proven highly difficult. Remotely operated probes are typically only able to submit small amounts of information before they are destroyed; recovered images appear to show large-scale industrial operations using a mixture of unknown devices and modified Foundation technology. It is unclear if this indicates higher intelligence on the part of SCP-7759 or is simply programmed behavior. Curtailing the anomaly’s expansion, in particular before it develops spacefaring capabilities, is considered an urgent priority. Addendum 1 (FIREFLY Project): The primary obstacle to directly exploring SCP-7759 is signal lag. Any information transmitted to or from the Kuiper Belt is subject to a severe delay; as a result, probes sent to SCP-7759 cannot be operated in real time. Any successful exploration would require instant communication between the exploring agent and Mission Command. Recent breakthroughs in paratechnology yielded one possible solution: an experimental psionic interface which, via [REDACTED], allows complex machinery to be operated through a mental link with a living being. The consciousness of the operator essentially inhabits the device in question — permitting exchange of observations and instructions with no delay. While not yet approved for widespread use, this technology was deemed of interest to the containment of SCP-7759, and ultimately implemented into an unmanned space probe codenamed FIREFLY. The probe’s primary mode of thrust is a pair of contained ion drives; to ensure its survival within SCP-7759, it is electromagnetically shielded and equipped with EMP saturation weaponry. The FIREFLY probe was launched in September of 2043 and reached its destination in October, at which point it was inhabited by a volunteer on Earth. Consult Addendum 2 for findings. Addendum 2 (Exploration): Initial stages of the mission proceeded without issue. As it approached, FIREFLY reported unusual but ultimately harmless phenomena: <T+00:13> Devices arrayed around primary docking port of SCP-7759, resembling weapon embankments. Was tracked by said devices during approach; however, no shots were fired. Experiencing a sensation of being watched. Most likely psychosomatic. <T+00:15> Red light visible within SCP-7759. Source unknown. Proceeding with caution. Initially, FIREFLY’s EMP weaponry proved highly effective against the nano-constructs inhabiting SCP-7759. The probe was thus able to largely avoid damage. Over the course of its exploration, it noted a number of unusual occurrences. <T+00:23> Layout highly variable. Station modules are relocated frequently, often with no regard for their inhabitants. <T+00:31> Behavior of SCP-7759 nanites inconsistent. Some constructs passively observe. Others respond to my presence with overt hostility. <T+00:39> Passed through botanical bay. Hydroponic planters apparently being maintained meticulously — all empty. <T+00:44> Almost all heavy containment cells vacant. Two in use. Sole contents were inert piles of regolith. <T+00:53> Several humanoid constructs occupying research bay; engaged in mutilating one another with makeshift tools. <T+00:55> Correction to previous report. Constructs appear to be mimicking a dissection. SCP-7759 began to exhibit increasing hostility over time, apparently taking more drastic measures to destroy the FIREFLY probe. Reports became brief and vague as the danger of the situation escalated; as such, many of the ensuing events are still under investigation. <T+01:04> Widely distributed swarms being deployed. EMP saturation only effective at close range. Outer chassis incurring gradual erosion damage, apparently on a molecular level. <T+01:27> Traveled through data center. All computer servers subsumed by metallic growths, composed of interlocking plated segments and lengths of fiber-optic cabling. Presumed large-scale nanite construct. Growths appeared to slowly undulate; possible visual artifact. <T+01:43> Rightmost sampling arm severed by abruptly closing bulkhead. <T+01:45> Attacked by ~200 fabricated copies of own sampling arm, emerging from wall seams and exposed circuitry. Heavy damage. Repairs urgently needed. Fleeing to auxiliary airlock. <T+02:13> Unable to find auxiliary airlock. Restructuring of station layout presumably responsible. <T+02:24> Entered unknown module. It is believed that this module was the station’s fabrication plant, extensively modified from its original form. A spike in the subjectivity of reports was noted at this point. <T+02:25> Visibility sub-optimal. High density of nanite swarms and macro-scale constructs, some appearing similar to lost sampling arm. Restricting my movement and gradually pulling me forwards. Glaring red light ahead. Request assistance or guidance. <T+02:27> Light source is a massive pillar composed of nanites. Surface of pillar is shifting and rippling; fabrication devices appear to have been integrated into its interior; constant activity producing the red light seen earlier. Occasional bright flashes accompanied by high production of nanites. Request assistance urgently. <T+02:30> Center of pillar is opening. The arms are lifting me towards it. Request assistance. Please. Further details could not be obtained; at this point, the FIREFLY operator on Earth began to seize and thrash uncontrollably. Subject was quickly restrained by attending personnel so as to prevent self-injury. It was found that, due to an unprecedented amount of negative sensory input, the operator’s mental link with FIREFLY could not be severed without risking severe psionic backlash. They were remanded to the medical wing and kept under watch. The subject remained entirely unresponsive to outside stimuli, displaying only brief periods of lucidity during their seizures. Coherent excerpts are attached below. "There’s probably a good reason you haven’t brought me back yet. I-I get- I… can’t see, Command. A… a thousand needle teeth are eating me alive. I can feel them in my head. I’ve lost three birthdays already. My father’s face. My fff… all my water egress training. How long will—?" "They didn’t kill the crew, you know, just, just repurposed their bodies. What they had in their heads was more important. [Unintelligible] That’s what they want, don’t you see? They want to understand us and— and they’re devouring us to do it—" "I get it now. Secure, contain, protect. Of course they’d try to do things our way. They wanted us to send them our best tech. It was a sampling transect. We’re so stupid. So fucking stupid. God. God." "You start to see the predator’s point of view… way down in its digestive tract. (Laughs) They’ve lived for longer than we can imagine, riding the signals. Seen everything. Living nebulas, [unintelligible] moons covered in black mold. And they want more. They’re so hungry, so hungry…" "Parabolic arc… slingshotting off Jupiter’s Lagrange point… when can I go home, Command? If you turn your ears to the sky, you’ll understand. The singing in the stars. All for them." [Laughter, transitioning into toneless humming and tongue clicking over forty-five minutes] "Listen." Further attempts at communication were ineffectual. In the interest of denying SCP-7759 further access to Foundation intelligence, subject was terminated via gunshot; their remains continued to spasm until incineration. Addendum 3 (URGENT UPDATE): SCP-7759 has begun to accelerate out of the Kuiper Belt and directly towards Earth. Its method of thrust is unclear; however, particle emissions have been observed which are consistent with controlled ion propulsion. Orbital trajectory measurements indicate that the anomaly will reach its destination within six months. Concurrently, a number of Foundation facilities received transmissions from SCP-7759. These facilities are now under Class NK quarantine due to the rapid appearance and spread of hostile nanotechnology, evidently originating from on-site fabrication plants. Reclassification to Keter pending. S is for "Saintly" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub Ð is for "Ðirteen" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7759" by swordlover87, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7759. Licensed under CC-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-7760
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Item #: SCP-7760 Special Containment Procedures: All remaining 40 instances of SCP-7760 are currently stored within high-security anomalous document containers within Site-19. All personnel accessing any SCP-7760 instance must have completed Level 4 tactile cognitohazard training, and be equipped with standard-issue anti-tactile cognitohazard equipment. Use and/or testing of any SCP-7760 instance requires direct approval of both the Site Director and the Ethics Committee. + Update 15/11/2010 - Update 15/11/2010 Due to the increased frequency of containment breaches at Site-19 since 2000, and the importance of SCP-7760 as a Foundation asset, all remaining 40 instances of SCP-7760 are to be stored within high-security anomalous document containers and temporarily held at facilities on a rolling basis. Upon Elan Vital Energy (EVE) levels reaching five times the regional baseline, SCP-7760 is to be relocated immediately via secure transport. Description: SCP-7760 consists of a set of 46 40 playing cards. The cards are printed on a typical cardstock of the mid-19th century using an otherwise non-anomalous combination of inks. No manufacturer label or mark is printed on any SCP-7760 instance. SCP-7760's effects occur when an individual makes direct skin contact with any instance of SCP-7760. Upon contact, causality and probability are altered through an unknown mechanism1, causing the individual to experience increased negative life events. These events include but are not limited to: Occurrence of traumatic/accidental injuries. Onset of chronic/terminal disease. Significant personal monetary loss and other financial hardships. Dissolution of stable social connections and relationship loss. Occurrence of natural disasters in areas of residence. Death. The magnitude of this effect is directly proportional to the duration of contact with SCP-7760 and the value of the SCP-7760 instance contacted. Instances of SCP-7760 traditionally holding higher value in western card games (ie, Aces, Kings, Queens, Jacks, etc) have been noted to cause more severe effects2. No difference in effect has been noted between SCP-7760's different suits. Additionally, SCP-7760's effects appear to be cumulative. Individuals exposed to SCP-7760 multiple times, or multiple individuals exposed to SCP-7760 simultaneously, have been observed to receive more severe effects. Testing has revealed that anomalies that similarly alter causality are capable of negating SCP-7760's effect. Anomalies tested include: SCP-181 SCP-1968 SCP-3460 SCP-████3 SCP-████4 SCP-████5 Likewise, testing has revealed that the effects of an SCP-7760 instance are transferred to any document in which at least 20 micrograms of an instance of SCP-7760 is embedded, with this effect terminating upon removal of the instance fragment. Proposals to create additional instances of SCP-7760 for testing purposes are currently approved on a case-by-case basis. Addendum 7760-A: Discovery SCP-7760 was first brought into Foundation containment in 1990, following a series of defections of Pentagram6 operatives. Recovered documentation from Pentagram records indicates SCP-7760 was originally discovered in Deadwood, South Dakota by ASCI7 agents in 1879 following the town's destruction. It is unknown to what extent the ASCI utilized SCP-7760 during the period that followed, as such records were lost during the assimilation of multiple ASCI assets by the Pentagram. SCP-7760 was utilized extensively by Pentagram operatives throughout the Cold War, where it was deployed as a cognitohazard against US targets both domestically and abroad. The extent of this utilization resulted in the full consumption of six SCP-7760 instances during this time8, with only 46 SCP-7760 instances surviving upon Foundation acquisition. Attempts to determine which, if any, historical events are potentially due to the United States government's utilization of SCP-7760 are ongoing. Records suggest the highest utilization of SCP-7760 within the Soviet Union and its allies occurred between February 1960 - October 1962 as well as December 1980 - April 1986. Successful containment of several SCP-7760 fragments located throughout the former Soviet Union shortly after the Foundation's acquisition of SCP-7760 lends credence to these reports. Pentagram records also suggest high domestic use upon political targets within the United States between March 1963 - November 1963, as well as June 1979 - May 1981, though these accounts remain unverified. Addendum 7760-B: Object Class Update As of March 3rd, 2010, following successful utilization of SCP-7760 instances by MTFs Gamma-13 ("Asimov's Lawbringers"), Delta-5 ("Front Runners"), Iota-10 ("Damn Feds"), Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers"), Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders"), and Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") within field operations, SCP-7760's object class has been updated to Thaumiel. Field utilization has included, but has not been limited to: Inclusion of SCP-7760 particles within letters and other correspondence. Embedding SCP-7760 particles into business cards offered via front companies. Embedding SCP-7760 particles into clothing tags of PoIs. Deployment of SCP-7760 particulate into GoI building filtration systems9. Due to the increased MTF operative turnover since 1995, training in the tactical use of SCP-7760 is offered on an as-needed basis. Addendum 7760-C: Incident SCP-7760-16 + Level 4 Access Required - Credentials Entered On July 5th, 2016, twelve agents of MTF Alpha-1 defected to the Global Occult Coalition. SCP-7760, as well as three other SCP objects, were stolen and brought to GOC custody. It is currently unknown if SCP-7760 has been destroyed via standard GOC procedures. Protocols to shield critical SCP Foundation personnel from possible cognitohazard attacks from SCP-7760 are to remain in place indefinitely. Attempts to relocate SCP-7760 fragments released within Foundation facilities as part of former intra-Foundation operations launched by MTF Alpha-1 are currently underway. Proposals for containment and/or neutralization of SCP-7760's lingering effects on SCP Foundation personnel are under review by the Foundation Ethics Committee. Footnotes 1. Detectable increases in regional EVE background levels have been noted to occur following SCP-7760's activation. 2. A notable exception to this trend occurs when an individual simultaneously contacts the Ace of Spades, the Ace of Clubs, the Eight of Spades, and the Eight of Clubs, resulting in the most severe effects SCP-7760 has demonstrated to date, usually instantaneously. 3. Currently uncontained in Havana, Cuba. Believed to be in the custody of Fidel Castro's descendants. 4. Currently uncontained in Moscow, Russia. Reports indicate the object may have been neutralized following the collapse of the Soviet Union. 5. Currently believed to be in the custody of D. C. al Fine, Undersecretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition. 6. Operating name for the United States Paranatural Warfare Command 7. American Secure Containment Initiative. A precursor organization to the modern SCP Foundation. 8. Aces of Hearts and Diamonds, King of Spades and Hearts, Queen of Hearts, and Jack of Clubs 9. This method was noteworthy for use prior to the containment of SCP-1609 and Operation Falcon Punch ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7760" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7760. Licensed under CC-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-7761
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euclid
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This is all of the material related to SCP-7761 awaiting cleanup, rewritting, and resubmission. Due to the absence of a head researcher in charge, SCP-7761 will remain in this form for record-keeping purposes. Cartwright: For the record, please state your name, employment with the Fou- GOF, and qualifications for your role. Drexler: Robert Edgar Drexler, Site Operations Director for six years next June, Master's in Physics and Bachelors in Management from our Deer friends. Cartwright: Perfect. Thank you. I assume you know exactly what this is about. Drexler: Of course I do, Edina. It's been on my mind. Cartwright: What happened? Drexler: With Elena… and that fucking office. Cartwright: Why don't we start with talking about the office. Drexler: Fine. If I have to. I first noticed the changes in Edina… when they were still going by Edina, around June of 1995. Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 9th of January, 1995. File View Edit Help Here we go. Starting transcription for… Shuffling papers SCP-7761. Conprocs- the Westage Business Park in Fishkill, New York, a hellhole if I've ever seen one, has been quarantined using the cover story of an on-site dioxin cleanup. We're gonna need a new bit by end of year, of course. MTF-Lambda 15, "Officer Supplies"1. The building is practically cocooned in our electronic dampening equipment, to absolutely no effect. As far as we can tell, it is literally business as usual.2. As soon as our department sees fit to unfuck itself I plan on conducting subterranean expeditions to figure out if they're beating our e-warfare assets with underground equipment.3 In addition, all companies and accounts that Allman Final Solutions Financial Solutions, LLC, yuck4, henceforth referred to as AFSFS, does business with are to be Founda- excuse me, our new name, GOF-controlled and strictly monitored. AFSFS accounts are not to be managed or accounted for by personnel without proper clearance. This is restricted exclusively to personnel of Clearance Level 4 or higher, and money actions of no more than $100,000 in local currency. Anything higher requires prior approval. The paperwork on this is gonna be a disaster, make sure we get Rhonda on this once it goes full press. I'm thinking CL3. Maybe 4 considering the mess we have whenever someone sees free money. Ah fuck. My soda! Hold on… The sounds of someone cleaning up can be heard. Apologies, Steve. When you hear this, go get a can of D-Coke. When I'm done tonight I'll type out a requisition for a pallet of the shit. You're my fuckin rock, baby. I know the merger and all is scary, but imma bust my ass to keep you with me5. Anyway… Description: SCP-7761 is the designation for the company owned by the organization GOI-7761, otherwise known as… Allman Financial Solutions Financial Solutions, LLC6. It is physically located within a business park in Fishkill, New York, and is currently under 24/7 surveillance by Lambda-15. Now, pinning down the actual sprawl of this thing would need many Lambda-15s, but for anything more complicated than counting suits through a sniper scope, there's just me. Current knowledge about 7761 is dense but nowhere near the density required to properly contain and understand its anomalous nature, origins, point of existence, fuckin' anything7. All we have to go on right now is transcripts and communiques snagged from the airwaves via our radio-rippers and scanners. Let's add one of those radio rebel call transcripts below. Transcript of SCP-7761 Debt Enforcement Tactics, Captured October 23rd, 1991. Transcript of intercepted Robocall aimed at one U.S. citizen Adriana Callera. It should be noted that Adriana had completed a five year mandatory minimum sentence for possession of trace amounts of crack cocaine and was currently on probation. Annotation from Elena: she goes to prison for half a decade for seven milligrams she most definitely sat on for her junkie husband-I've seen Robert do three lines with his morning coffee!" Robocaller: Wazzup, ADRIANA CALLERA, where's your partner in crime? Adriana: Uh, what? Laughs nervously. Okay, okay, very funny. Who's this? Who put you up to this? Was it that dumb bitch Jennifer from the parole board hearing? Robocaller: Nah, it's your friends at [Anderson affiliated record company]. We got a hold of the demo tape you've been shopping around behind your hubby's back and we just want to say we think you're rad! Adriana: I…uh…thanks, I guess. Wait, what do you mean "behind his back?" He's…he's been alright with me doing…doing my thing… Robocaller: Especially this awesome track from Side B, titled "I'm a snitch bitch who's about to out my husband's drug dealing operation for a lighter sentence?" Adriana: Get the fuck out of here with that shit! I didn't…there isn't a… <Track titled "I'm a snitch bitch who's about to out my husband's drug dealing operation" with a voice forensically indistinguishable from Adriana's singing lyrics implicating her spouse in a street level drug trafficking syndicate in the area.> Elena's Annotations: Yup, the piece of shit really was dealing after his wife took a charge for him. I got a copy of her demo tape, listened to it in full. A lot of gems, but nothing about Adriana ratting out her punk-bitch husband was on it. Her police interrogation footage alludes to two men in business suits stalking her and three hours of missing time. Not hard to connect those dots. Poor thing.> Adriana: That's… that's not me… Robocaller: Oh, it's not? That's gnarly. We believe you. Would he? In the slammer? Would his friends? Would his family? Adriana: What do you want? Money? Is he into one of you? We don't have any money! We used it to pay the credit cards down to zero! Robocaller: No debts at all-that is tight! We're not debt collectors, though! Adriana: What are you? Robocaller: We see a lot of promise in you-it's just a shame no one will loan you any money. That's why we've matched you with an up-and-coming dealer only seven bus stops away from here who has that magic combination of family money, smarts, and a certain sexy Axis 2 personality disorder beginning with the letter 'A'. The only thing he's lacking-in addition to a driver's license and any empathy-is an army of brave and/or desperate dudes and dudettes to traffic his drug package! We think you'd make an excellent match, and have told him you're on your way to take on a consignment of his product-and no money down, although he might come after you if you don't give him good ROI by the end of the month! All that and a bag of chips! Adriana: I just got out… you can't… why are you doing this to me! I just got out! Robocaller: Cowabunga, baby! Nothing makes money faster than owing it! Suggested Action: Follow up Adriana, see if she was ever allowed to escape. If these freaks have the ability to control even metaphorical debt, the debt between people, then they need to be put in check, if not just put down8. We cannot let this continue, even if this new agreement falls apart. So far our new comrades haven't seemed to grant us enough of a view into their files for us to even make a guess as to the grasp of 7761 in the global financial sector, but estimates indicate that if 7761 were to spontaneously cease operations, a global economic collapse could be imminent9. Thank fuck, the powers that be finally trusting me with a juicy one10. Included in this documentation will be transcripts and research paperwork indicating the knowledge and powers of SCP-7761 and its constituent elements as they become relevant. Shit. A meeting. I'll continue this after. These fucking merger meetings drive me insane, and I gotta deal with it. Drexler: That is slander! I have passed every drug test-. Cartwright: That is not germane to our current inquiry, Mr. Drexler. Drexler: If it isn't, then why is it going on the record? Cartwright: What is or isn't on the record is my concern, Robert, not yours. Please stay on topic. Drexler: What are the GOF's regulations regarding controlled substances, anyways? Cartwright: If we told you, then you'd know. Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 9th of January, 1995 (Continuation). File View Edit Help Those meetings. Good gods, Hera and Aphrodite beyond the sky11, I wanted to use 120 to blow my brains out across their boring faces. Anyway, let me get back to it. If I have to think about naming the site again I'll advocate for a blank name. Finally we have the impact on modern financial companies. These hard-hitting assholes don't know when to get out the fryer, so we have a lot of instances where companies (or more accurately, the CEO's) make deals and partnerships with The Boss. Or, more realistically, try to gamble their way out from underneath.12 To: Edgar Wrightworth, III From: Johnothan Sachs VIV CC: The Finance Bro$ Subject: The Fiasco Afternoon, or morning, Eddie. I'm writing you for a bit of an obvious reason. There's something we need to discuss. It's urgent. I'm getting together a consortium of related businessmen in order to communicate to each other the desperate need we have to resolve it. The way things are cannot continue. That is a simple fact. What The Boss has done to us is simply an irrefutable fact- he's made us all bitches. He- or whatever he is- has bent us over the railing and is fucking us in the ass like faggots. We all know who I'm talking about. What I prpose is this. All of us, at once, cease and any all payments to AFSFS. I know for a fact that will cut of at least 15 mil in raw profit. Then, when he's on his knees, we negotiate, and bend him over the railing. Who's with me?! Fucking scumbags can't help but resort to misogynist metaphors. Scumbags. What a fool. It's unclear whether the Finance Brodollarsigns were aware of the anomalous abilities of The Boss, but shortly after this email was sent, any members of the chain who expressed positive opinions were found dead from various office place incidents. Staples through the eye. Staple removers jammed through cocks. Pens jammed through the eye socket. This adds up to a simple idea, and one I need to run through later in the documentation- that SCP-7761 is able to implant sentient office supplies in the supply chain of other businesses. While these deaths were ruled as suicides (with the shares being vested to the owner's children, go figure) it should be noted the peculiarity of the deaths. However this is done, it needs to be halted.13 And now we have the form break. I swear to fuck they shoulda just let us stay with the old format, but whatever. Fuck, I need to get home. Tomorrow I'll start on the Anomalous Qualities sections. I'll be back for the next section my loves. I hope the merger going through tomorrow keeps yall at my back and under my wing. Ta-ta. Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 11th of January, 1995. File View Edit Help (Add explicit details about GOC and Foundation merger here) Anomalous Qualities: The primary anomalous element of SCP-7761 that requires the most coverage is debt, moreover, the knowledge of debt it grants its primary gestalt/drone/king/queen, an entity we know only as the Boss14. I wonder how much he knows about guns and eating snakes15. Included in this documentation will be transcripts and research papers indicating the knowledge and powers of SCP-7761 and its constituent elements as they become relevant. Along with this, transcripts of attempted incursions from both Foundation MTFs and some subtler attempts by a PTOLEMY team will be displayed.16 Both teams are currently undergoing interspersion procedures to become MTF-Alpha-17, "Officer Supplies," to continue attempts at containment. Well. Not containment anymore. Protecting those in the area.17 Any other qualities it possesses are related to its continued existence and maintenance of financial activities on the global market. This includes the physical, noospheric, and memetic structure of the office itself18, the workers within the office, the Boss, and the financial structures they influence. To civilians, AFSFS markets itself as the ultimate debt collectors/restructurers/managers19. To those "in the know," which is a majority of the populace with an internet connection and TOR browser ever since 4959, they advertise themselves as the end-all-be-all company for controlling your enemies20. The way they do this is simple— total control and knowledge of all debt of any kind, formal or informal. Included below is an excerpt of Graver's excellent piece on this subject, Debt. And just put it in the doc below, uh specifically page 4, third paragraph down. Excerpt of Donald Graver's Debt — A Tool, A History, a Defiance, Anomalous Debt is life, the conjoined-sibling of hope, and which got absorbed into who depends on whether you're holding the stick or getting struck by it. Anyone with a fifth grade education is shown the pornography of debt: indentured servitude, sharecropping, even slavery is predicated on the notion that some people incur debt just by drawing breath on this earth. What is less obvious is how this pornography distracts from the way debt enslaves us all in a pyramid scheme of hope running downhill and resources pouring up, where the hope gets increasingly theoretical the further down you get. Feudalism was premised on a service-for-security exchange where everyone was yoked to their roles by obligations to the daddy above them. Our very notion of the social contract ultimately dips into the rhetoric of our debt to society to explain why we obey the law. From accepting debt for life, to debt for society, we come to the post-modern era of debt for…if we told you, then you'd know. Nobody really knows how in deep they are. Our economic infrastructure is simply too vast. One bank going out of business could lead to a million standing in bread-lines. A pyramid no longer suffices to depict the debt relationships that structure our reality. If it is not the state holding the reins, then who? Those out of the loop will claim 'the free market'. To those acquainted with Anderson Final Solutions Financial Solutions, it is a Beast in Oakleys. And if he told you, then you'd know. And if they complain about format here, fuck 'em, they want consistency they shouldnta changed the goddamned guidelines. I'll pick this up tomorrow. Gotta go feed Edgar and get the hell out of this hellhole. File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 16th of January, 1995 (Continued) Welcome back to the pack and snort a lot of crack… Hey David. That pallet came today! They get the shipment quick. I hope you enjoy, baby. Plus all my rats are doing well. Stilton, Geronimo, Algernon… I wanna bring them to this shit. I don't know if I'll ever get approved for an emotional support rat. Irratgardless, we persist21. Ahem. (EDITING BOOKMARK) Anomalous Qualities: Continued I know Rhonda hates it when I bold the words but I just can't help myself, heh. The largest anomalous aspect of 7761 is 7761-O, the office constituting the physical address and space of AFSFS. The address for this space is.. currently hidden in the garbage paperwork, but I will reconvene tomorrow. The building itself is approximately five floors in height, composed of average brickwork and architectural design form the outside. Trust me, it's boring as hell. The interior of the office is as-of-yet unmapped and is believed to extend underground a nearly infinite amount22. Ground scans indicate a structure similar in shape and size to the aboveground building extending down at least fifteen miles. It is theorized this acts as a storage area for information and capital. I still think we should get the Mole Rats in there, but no one ever listens to me23. The office itself appears to be sapient, sentient at the least, due to the activity observed during "closing time," or when the employees of the business "retire" for the night. Surveillance has captured footage of the interior structure of 7761-O, appearing to show an infinite void of shifting paper24. The secondary manifestation of the anomaly is its employees, 7761-E. We've identified fifty distinct instances so far, each with its desk and daily routines. And I don't mean routine like "eat breakfast, go to work, come home, jerk off, sleep". I mean routine like subroutine. Each week has one of several possible variants, but each of these variants can be documented and timed to the millisecond. And no matter which week it is, the day always starts with them making coffee at six am. I actually used it to set my new digital watch. You know the fuckin' weirdest thing? Some of them even carry on affairs! Like we saw two of the drones having a romantic drink on the roof of the office on the fifteenth of every month. Really makes me wonder whether drones is the right word for 'em…whoops, skipped a line in my notes. Ahem, it has been confirmed that their bodies are made almost entirely of office supplies, excepting for a human brain and spinal cord…oh fuck me, did I not transcribe the recording the first time? I gotta watch the thing all over again? I do not have enough Scottish brain bleach25 in me for this shit. Pause recording. Okay, I'm back. This is where it gets gross, so if you need a break I'd suggest doing it now. I'm pulling up the autopsy footage a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-and here we go. Yuck. 7761-E instances are composed almost entirely of office supplies26. The one part of their bodies that is still human is their brain stem, which is encased in what appears to be papier-mache with Great Depression-era newspapers27. The majority of the body is composed almost entirely of silicone and plastic in various forms- a stapler and paperclip chain in place of kidneys, warped tubes of fiber-optic cable for a digestive system. Certain human organs are kept- eyes, heart, hands, anything useful for business. The skin is preserved via some sort of anomalous methods- it remains taunt and lifelike despite a majority of the blood tracing from the heart to the brain and hands. The heart is kept alive using the copyright of the Boss's handiwork- origami cranes created from hundred-dollar bills implanted in the ventricles. yuck, yuck, yuck! As the autopsy progressed, the cranes began to ambulate. As the brain was exposed, the scalpel slicing through the mache shell, a flock of paper cranes emerged, spattering brain matter across the doctors… Good lords! The sound of someone vomiting on the recorder. And uh… 7761-E instances have continued to elude any subsequent attempts at capture28. I am going to take a break and… pick this up later. Good night, David. I think, when I'm feeling better, it's time for some surveillance. Fucking monstrous… Cartwright: How long? Drexler: Please, dear gods, don't ask me that. Cartwright: Answer the question, Robert. I am sorry, if it matters. Robert Drexler stares into the middle distance for several moments. Drexler: Her rats. Cartwright: What? What rats? Drexler: She owned rats. A whole family of them. I remember her coming into work, after I knew she went out and did some extracurricular surveillance on 7761-O. Cartwright: What? She infiltrated the anomaly by herself? Off the books? Drexler:Yep. Far as I could tell, it was a combination of a lack of resources for surveillance and a personal desire to see what she was reporting on. Back then, of course, all we had was our awful cassette and lo-fi DVD sound. It was a struggle to get accurate pictures of anything even partially memetic or illusory or pataphysical or just plain fucking anom. Drexler: That was when it started. When she stopped talking about her rats I went and visited her house. The rats were dead. Most of them, at least. File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 30th of January, 1995 (Continued) I can't fucking believe it. While I was gone, David got fired. My guy. My rock. I know what happens when you get fired- brain-blast zone ended. They might as well rip three centimeters of brain out with the way they act. All so we can get some shmuck from the GOC to join as some sort of… active membership trade. Those destroying cunts. I hate the GOC. It's like I choose two poisons and now my bartender is mixing them.29 "Let's fucking go, gamers! We are driving down Route 9 in the shadow of the fuckin' Catskills right goddamn now! Gotta love the research grants that pay out basically enough for transport to your locale and a sleeping bag for the car. I can see the fucking building already- it's massive, like some kind of capitalist obelisk stuck in the middle of this highway rest stop of a town. All I can see are gas stations and these cute colonial-style houses. Excepting the smog of this highway it's quite pretty. FROM HERE Turning into the business plaza… Yeah, this is exactly where a business anomaly would hide out. Fucking boring. Gray brutalist nonsense and fast food places. My current plans are to stay in this hotel, some Ramada Inn bullshit I already checked for anomalous instances, so it should be an average stay. But I have a perfect surveillance point… I can sit here, chug some Dew, take some notes. The sound of a car being put into park and shut off. I have enough funds for the return trip and enough food for a few weeks. I managed to finagle myself onto the qualified researchers list for in-the-field work, so I can spend a few long, long, long hours out here. More recording incoming, folks. Too bad I'm not there, Davey, otherwise we could make this hotel room a lot louder. / Slight squeaking is recorded. Ah hell yeah, Rocha is awake! I bought one of my rats with me! I couldn't resist having a friend. I'm gonna chill out and get some rest before surveilling, I'll be back tomorrow. Got my binocs and a loooooooooooooot of time to kill. Cartwright: Thus we get to the real meat. How has this impacted your organizational cohesion? Drexler: A long, drawn-out sigh. What the fuck do you think, Cart? With the Convergence, the cohesion of our unit has been awful. Especially because we got some political-compromise dullard that didn't understand the barest bits of memetic occlusion and amnestic separation… extremely exhausting to deal with. On the other extreme, our incoming GOC counterparts were perfect in almost every regard…other than their barely concealed hatred for us and being bigoted weirdos besides-and no, I don't mean the 'a type green killed my mom' kind of bigotry, either. We had no idea what to expect-there hadn't been an occult org convergence on this scale since, well, the Founding, so we all contextualized it as one big ol' corporate merger and tried to adapt and overcome. And that's when Elena, at the height, just fucking left! Cartwright: I have a meeting with Al Fine and O5-1 in twenty. Enough hysterics. Drexler: God bless the Therapy Department. File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld on 30th of January, 1995 (Continued) I saw him. The Boss. I have no idea how30. Or why31. He was on the roof of the building, looking out at me. He was32… I am loathe to compliment a gibbering bastard like him, but we shall simplify it with the idea that has an aesthetically satisfying face with beautifully masculine features, see addendum that ass. He was smoking a cigarette, and just staring at my room. When I looked at him he didn't react at all. Just kept smoking33. Ok, addendum, that ass, he's like every cigarette ad, but six foot five and with jeans that are just tight enough-if you know, you know, and if I told you, then you'd know. Anyway. Observations From Field Surveillance of SCP-7761. The afternoons are the most boring parts of the day. The only thing evident, excepting various kinds of deliveries throughout the day, all of which are signed for by 7761:B, is a large amount of financial business. Covert surveillance on the building's internet connection shows a median of 1,200 financial transactions per hour, going out to every corner of the US, and even more utilizing other methods on an international scale. The anomalous activity occurs most often in the early morning and evenings. That is when the employees manifest. It seems that every closet space, at least those on the level I can see fully, work as… some sort of storage space? In the morning, around 5 to 6 AM, the lights in the building flicker, and I can see employees slowly walk out of the closets. One at a time, one each every five minutes, each at the same time. The instances then go about normal morning routines- getting food from various small kitchens, yoga, meditation. As far as I can tell, each employee has the same outfit and general style of clothing every day, with the only changes being the coloration of the clothing. This seems to be the only form of sentience these instances have. On rare occasions, an instance appears to "break through," as it were- their shirt is covered in text, usually blood-red or dull green, in the form of the word help. This leads to my foremost hypothesis- 7761:E instances are not limbs of the company itself, but rather some kind of hivemind or brain capturing by the building itself. A kind of financial prison system. More research has to be done, but I'm going to snap a few pics with a long-range lens, and send the photos off for identification. My bet is that anyone in this company has some sort of debt-related issue in their life. The reason I believe this comes from a fair amount of research into the surrounding area through interviews with the locals- might have thrown my cover, but journalists look into a lot of damn strange things. AFSFS is known for debt-debt consolidation, debt recovery, debt restructuring. Rumor is that the mayor of the town is in deep to them. Who knows. I need to get some sleep. Will report back. Cartwright: How did Elena Rustfeld's absence affect your Department? Cartwright: Please expand on that comment. Drexler: Well, I was about to give Elena a promotion. Researcher to Head Researcher. More responsibility, more management-based. I would've given her control of any Prov-Site she wanted. Cartwright: Her performance merited this? Drexler: You have no idea. I got at least six-001 proposals from her. She was good. She had an energy that came from her heart and her fuckin biceps, and the Merge did nothing to reduce that. Losing her was a massive hit to our infrastructure. Cartwright: How did you lose her? File View Edit Help Draft Transcript of SCP-7761 Entry Recorded by Elena Rustfeld at 31th of January, 1995 (Continued) Hera and Zeus, this is something. It seems the police have been called on our good friend Allman Financial. The pig's lights look so pretty on the walls. Let me get a better position… Sounds of cloth moving, creaking furniture. We have… six police cars, one unmarked (most likely FBI or IRS) vehicle, a huge paddywagon. Assault rifles, vests, tac-gear. None of it anomalous, no signs of the good ol' Mickey D and Gang. I will be observing. The door is locked. The cop is running back to the vehicle… Bullhorn time. "Allman Financial Solutions Financial Solutions! This is the New York State Police! We have a warrant for your premises on charges of kidnapping and fraud! Anyone in the building please unlock the premises and allow us entrance!" Good shit, officer. Fucking loser. Huh. There's an origami swan on the side table… it's made from a dollar bill. Dammit. Oh shit, there he is! He's standing at the top floor window. All the lights on the floor are on. I can see him leaning out. His hair is wavering in the wind. Oh my god, he has a coat of arms. I'm snapping as many pics as I can. Fucking hells. What the actual fuck… something is swirling around him… office binders? They're grabbing his body and shifting… "Mr. Anderson! There is a bench warrant for your arrest on multiple felony charges! Please exit the premises and enter our custody!" Bench warrant? How did we miss that too, damn… TB: "I AM NOT ABOUT TO HAVE MY FIDUCIARY RESPONSIBILITIES INTERFERED WITH BY ANYONE, AND CERTAINLY NOT BY YOU PUBLIC SECTOR BITCHES." Good shit. They're entering now. Shattering glass and the sound of smoke grenades launching. ENtry. Pretty tight formation and decent hand signals. TB has disappeared- I'm guessing somewhere in the bowels of the actual office. I'm working on a theory that the walls contain more than a few feet of dead space for whatever construct controls the overall office, but I need to do drilling and samples to con- Holy shit. He has a sword? The binders are tight against his body and it looks like- looks like he's wearing some kind of samurai armor? The blood is… Vomiting. Dear gods he's looking right at me again… I need to get the fuck out of here. I'm done playing games, we need this place quarantined. This is enough. C'mere, rat, get over here! Clothing shuffling, bags being packed. Door opening. Running. Panting. "Hello, Elena." Dear gods, please! "I know you've been observing. I believe it's time we were introduced personally." It- I- Hey- "Shut up, cunt. That's what you want to be called, isn't it?" No, gods, no- "Resisting? Don't lie to me. I know you desired this. Recruitment has never been so easy." No! The sound of a stapler echoing over the audio recorder. A feminine scream. "It's about time we discussed an employment contract." The sound of skin being ripped from the body. Footnotes 1. "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" is scrawled in blood-red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First where Foundation Site-34 is located. It is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches* forward in the traffic. John Smith, my VP of Augmented Sales mouths the words as he reads them before trying to sell me on watching Cats for the seven hundred and fiftieth time. He was once your junior researcher Samantha Powell until a month ago. I'm sure at least one of his grandparents is very happy. 2. The only thing your fancy electronic warfare bullshit affects is our ability to watch our favorite football teams throw their matches so we can drag more people into our influence. Cunt. 3. The reason your e-warfare assets aren't working is we bought the bitches in charge of it. You can dig all you want, the one layer you can't break is bullshit. 4. You delicate flower. I referenced the Nazis. What of it? We at Allman Final Solutions Financial Solutions do not support the persecution of Jews. We do support persecution by the highest bidder, but that's just good business. We pursue results at all costs. Those who white out history are doomed to repeat it. I prefer to improve upon it. IBM thought similarly. Do your homework. 5. I, too, will bust your ass to have you. 6. On a related note, we do not use acronyms at Allman Final Solutions Financial Solutions LLC. I prefer to hear the name said in full by employees. If I have to remember their names, they should remember ours. There is an acronym jar located by the elevator on each floor for infractions, a dollar per breach. The proceeds buy me whiskey. I like drinking their mistakes. 7. Elena Rustfeld is the designation for the confused scientist who is looking into her eager future employer. Some of my employees come here hoping to scale the corporate ladder. Others, in search of a cliff. Elena was born to fall. I can only provide the cliff. 8. If anyone's gonna put us down, it ain't gonna be you, prag. 9. I believe a more apt term is correction. A lot of deadwood would subsequently come off our books, and I wouldn't even need to get HR involved. Then when the dust settles, and it always settles, we would be back. We always come back. 10. Nobody trusts you. They just find you harmless. They don't value the best parts. I will. 11. I answer to more primordial entities - Aion, of closed cycle of the universe that even the Gods cannot break. Nyx, Mother Night herself, progenitor of the nightmares and hellhounds that besiege the hearts and minds of our debtors. Tartarus, the hell I send them to when I'm finished wringing them dry, for whatever pennies their half-lives may yet yield me. 12. Gambling is playing with risk, and you're a degenerate like any other. Only difference is, it's your ass you've been betting. 13. And if I told you, then you'd know. 14. At your service 15. Not only eating them, but feeding them too. It's a give and take. You may take up the pass-time before long. 16. Unorthodox ways of adding to our headcount, but I'm nothing if not resourceful, and people are a resource. You just have to drill hard enough for the good stuff. 17. Your precious GOF's finances are inextricably bound to assets on our books. We personally compromised your MTF's leadership in esoteric pension plans we float. At any moment, we could turn your force composition into a fucking bread riot. 18. How's that for vertical integration, bitches? 19. Honey you don't have the words for how many things we are. Does a farmer merely harvest crops? Do women simply pop out babies? You have to fertilize them first. 20. Everyone's in the know. It's just what kind of know. Nobody's in my kind of know, because if we told you, you'd know. 21. Funny. 22. Actually it's perfectly finite, but your analysts got a tip about a quarterback on the Giants suffering a depressive episode, bet the farm trying to be millionaires, the quarterback magically had a spiritual epiphany, and five shmucks found out they were sold and owned by yours truly. Hope you like red herrings. 23. I beg to differ. 24. Okay, that one's actually infinite. As you're soon to find out, that's not paper. I'll give you a hint: that sheen isn't laminate-it's sweat. 25. Glenfiddich. She's drinking Glenfiddich. 26. Oh they're a lot more than that. 27. Oh that's subject to frequent update. I can event tell you the exact years: 1637, 1797, 1819, 37-Jesus, didn't that fuck up me up good, 57, 84, 1901, 07, 29, and 1937. See you 2025! 28. I'll tell you how they do it, too. They have receipts with your staff's names on them. 29. Did you know many of the finance staff at GOC are card carrying members of Opus Dei? Did you know they're entirely straight (or their closets are made of telekill)? Did you know their secretaries show up to work on Mondays with expensive jewelry they didn't have that Friday? Did you know they are either blond or grey? Did you know the entire PTOLEMY unit has equivalent or superior CVs than I've got? Did you know they smell like cigar smoke? Did you know they call each other f* for listening to Madonna? Did you know Robert Drexler was dining with GOC headhunters in the months before the merger was announced? Did you know European meth is the shit? God damn. 30. To quote your current employer, [DATA EXPUNGED] 31. To quote your future one, if I told you, then you'd know. 32. a fine hire with a bit too much c[SLUR REDACTED] in his strut 33. What, nothing about my above-above-average dick and sexy Oakleys? 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--fnLinger: 1s; } /* VARIABLES > Info Bar */ .info-container { --barColour: rgb(var(--accent)); --linkColour: #EDEDED; } /* MAIN */ html { scroll-behavior: smooth; overflow-x: hidden; } body { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--base-font-size); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: linear-gradient(to bottom, #e0e0e0, #fff 200px); text-rendering: optimizeLegibility; overflow-wrap: break-word; } div#container-wrap { background: none; } #content-wrap { margin: 2em auto 0; } #page-content { font-family: var(--page-font), var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--page-font-size); font-weight: 440; } #page-content strong { font-weight: 700; } tt, .page-source, pre, #edit-page-textarea { font-family: var(--mono-font); } ol li { margin: 0 0 1em; } ul { margin: 1em 0; } li, p { line-height: 1.5; text-underline-offset: 40%; } ::selection { background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: #fff; } /* Clicky links */ a, a.newpage, a:visited, #side-bar a:visited { color: var(--link-txt-color); } a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover { color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--link-txt-color); } a { transition-duration: 0.1s; } /* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover { background: transparent; } .info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link { background: var(--linkColour) !important; } /* MAIN > Header */ div#header { background: none; height: 160px; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: var(--header-txt-color); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif !important; font-weight: 900; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 { margin-top: -0.3rem; } #header h1 a { width: fit-content; margin: auto; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title); font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle); font-family: var(--ui-font) !important; font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.4em; color: var(--misc-txt-color); line-height: 26px; margin-top: 0.35rem; display: block; text-transform: uppercase; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 160px; width: 100%; top: 7px; position: absolute; background: var(--logo-img) 10px 30px no-repeat; background-size: 130px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 50% 50%; z-index: -1; opacity: var(--logo-opacity); } /* MAIN > Header > Search Box */ #search-top-box-form>input[type=text] { display: none; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; 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Clearance is given to edit document 7764/2 to this effect. Civilian and subveil communication channels are to be automatically monitored for mentions of SCP-7764 or Foundation reconstruction and coverup efforts. Historical information has been edited to indicate a rail line between Casablanca and Berrechid passing overhead the Mohammad V International Airport. Mohammad V International Airport post-reconstruction. Description: SCP-7764 is the corpse of Lampeter1 train Y618.1, which derailed in extradimensional space on 2024-02-24 before re-emerging approximately 200 meters above the Mohammed V International Airport outside Casablanca, Morocco. About 2000 casualties were reported, alongside extensive structural damage to the airport as well as SCP-7005 Line Y618. The Department of Interdimensional Logistics estimates a 25% drop in service capacity across Foundation-controlled universes as a direct result of this incident, as well as the total isolation of Universes N952 "Manifold Law", E086 "Atlas", and L256 "Pleiades". There are no plans at this time to restore service. The repeated failure of normalcy restoration efforts indicated the existence of an anomalous effect surrounding the incident itself. This effect, denoted SCP-7764-A, results in all human knowledge about SCP-7764 being completely immune to all known Foundation amnestics. It does not, however, prevent any disinformative or otherwise non-anomalous info-suppression tactics. Due to the risk of SCP-7764-A cross-contamination in the presence of closely-associated memories, Site Director Thomas Graham has authorized internal preemptive amnesticisation of all Foundation employees associated with SCP-7005 Line Y618, or Universes N952, E086, or L256. Preemptive Amnesticization Logs Identifying information has been expunged per Ethics Committee memorandum. For detailed information, contact Site Director Thomas Graham. Department Association Exposed to SCP-7764-A? Amnesticization Status Essophysics2 Line Y618, Universe L256 No Success Interdimensional Logistics3 Line Y618, Universes L256 and N952 No Success Interdimensional Logistics Line Y618 Yes Failure (Quarantined) Interdimensional Logistics Line Y618 Yes Failure (Quarantined) Narrativistics4 Line Y618, Universes L2565 and N952 No Success (Unstable) Noospherics6 Line Y618 No Success Research Proposals Project Lead: Senior Researcher Noureddine Hajji Purpose: To analyze SCP-7764-A memetic inoculation among high-risk D-class. Status: Inconclusive Result: Transmission of SCP-7764-A follows no known archetypes. Project Lead: Senior Researcher Noureddine Hajji Purpose: To analyze Foundation archives of suppressed communication pertaining to SCP-7764 for any infohazardous or memetic effects. Status: Conclusive Result: No carriers found. SCP-7764-A unlikely to be memetic. Project Leads: Researcher Petra Aphelion, Dr. Nocturne Drithing Purpose: To discover a noospherical vector for SCP-7764-A. Note: Project team organized into newly-founded Hauntology Group for ease of interdepartmental collaboration. Status: Ongoing - SEE FILE 7764/HG Footnotes 1. SCP-7005, also known as the Lampeter, is a multidimensional transport network utilizing every known mode of transit. Since the bankruptcy of the Lampeter Non-Euclidean Shipping Company, Foundation control has been established over a minority of stations, mostly in this universe (A001 "Prime") and its neighbors. 2. The study of physical embodiments and incarnations of abstract concepts. 3. Department founded to administrate and research SCP-7005, headed by Dr. Rosie Hartlepool and Dr. Simon Kells. 4. The study of reality as narrative structure, modelled as stratified layers of fiction, where higher layers create and influence lower layers. 5. Significant to extensive portions of memory. 6. The study of the Noosphere, a model of shared human cognition as an abstract space of all human thought and concepts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7764" by tachymelia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7764. Licensed under CC-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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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/7765 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/7765 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item Number: SCP-7765 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7765 is to be stored at Site-403 within three separate standard cryogenic containment cells. Monitoring of the anomaly is to be conducted on a bi-weekly basis for the purpose of maintaining cryostasis and ensuring that no life signs or growth has occurred within SCP-7765. The cross sections created during the splitting of SCP-7765 are to be examined for possible changes. In the event that any growth is found within or upon SCP-7765, lockdown procedures should be initiated immediately along with the interior incinerator. Site Command will be notified when the lockdown is put into place. No biological samples are to be taken from SCP-7765 without express permission from Site Command. Description: SCP-7765 is the remains of a large anomalous entity that has been separated into three sections (designated A, B and C) for ease of containment. Section A has been cataloged with a mass of 58.3 tons, Section B at 27.5 tons, and Section C at 18.21 tons. Analysis of bone structures within the remains has shown SCP-7765's resemblance to members of the dinosauria clade. The following features have been identified: Species Resemblance Anatomical Feature Number Average Level of Functionality (based on formation) Atrociraptor marshalli Lower legs, claws 7, 10 35% Spinosaurus aegyptiacus Lower jaw, scattered facial elongations 3, 5 11% Kentrosaurus aethiopicus Thagomizers present on several limbs, tail esque extremity extending from Section C 12 52% Unknown member of Ankylosauridae family Armor plating covers large portion of Section B’s external flesh, damaged in places. Indeterminate 47% Ekrixinatosaurus novasi Teeth structures present on Section A 68 5% Skorpiovenator bustingorryi Hind legs, nodules on sections of flesh across Sections B, C 4, Indeterminate 31% Unknown theropod Main skull on Section A, lower jaws, front limbs 1, 4, 6 86% Despite this, DNA analysis has shown that the genetic material of SCP-7765 matches no known sequences within Foundation databases. After SCP-7765's initial discovery, an autopsy on the remains revealed that the entity seemed to have died from comorbid issues- suffering from pneumothorax in all lungs, advanced muscle atrophy, burst gastrointestinal systems, and severe damage to a multitude of internal structures by way of leaked stomach acids. Discovery: The following sets of logs contain data collected during the process of SCP-7765's discovery and the events prior to its neutralization. Discovery Log 7765.1: Initial Discovery The recovered photograph SCP-7765's initial discovery occurred when the following image was found in an issue of the Baring, Washington local newspaper on 1/4/2023, with a connecting excerpt: 'Dinosaur’ in Baring? Further proof? A man from Baring snapped this terrifying photo late at night on December 6th, and submitted it to us here. These photographs are some of the first physical evidence to back up a string of monster sightings around our town! Though residents are skeptical. Is it just some hoax? Or is there perhaps some truth to these photos? Discovery Log 7765.2: Conducted Interviews For brevity, a majority of the Foundation conducted interviews within Baring, Washington, have been compressed and summarized in the following table: Interviewee Date of Interview Date of Sighting Interview Summary Ted Land 1/6/2023 11/28/2022 Recalled witnessing a strange figure within the woods while on a walk, the size of a deer but lizard-like in nature, but being “shaped wrong”. He stated that it was scratching itself against the side of a tree “really aggressively” and adds on: "I could see blood on the bark and some weird shit falling off onto the ground, it was scratching itself until it was bleeding and until there wasn’t any bark left.” The interviewee then fled the scene when the entity began to reportedly stumble away from the tree. Caleb Davidson 1/6/2023 12/6/2022 Interviewee reported hearing loud noises coming from the woods. Upon going to investigate, he claims to have found a wounded bear. “It was covered in claw marks, at first I thought it was from a fight with another bear till I caught a glimpse of what was running away from it,” The interviewee described what he saw as “a large, long thing. Couldn’t exactly figure out its color, it was too dark.” And that it was “trailing blood behind it. Guess the bear fought it off.” Isabelle Murphy 1/6/2023 12/14/2022 Spotted by the interviewee from the front window of her home late at night, standing over the carcass of an adult doe that had been hit and killed by a truck. She described that "It was… like- tearing it apart with its teeth?” and how “it looked bumpy and rocky (from the porch light), like it had some sort of armor.” Another note made by the interviewee is that it had supposedly limped into her yard, but upon finishing consuming the deer, it had run off into the woods. Avery Allen 1/7/2023 12/19/2022 Interviewee complained of having lost several animals from her ranch over the course of three days, later finding footprints and sign of scuffle near her barn. The footprints were described as "long and scraping" like "something sharp was dragged across the ground". No photographs were taken of these prints. Eli Campbell 1/7/2023 12/27/2022 Most recent sighting. Interviewee described the entity they saw as “bigger than anything” they’d ever seen. They claim to have spotted it on their drive home from work, seeing a massive shape moving between the trees. According to the interviewee, it had “more legs than any animal should”, and moved with an uneven gait. Interviewee stated they felt frightened by the entity, and did not exit their vehicle to investigate nor stop to try and get a better look. “I floored it and didn’t look back, I’ve seen enough movies to know how this shit goes.” Due to discontinuity between interviews, it is presently unclear the nature of the anomaly (or anomalies) present within the area. The following interview has been transcribed in full due to relevant information: Interviewed: Quinn Muldoon Interviewer: Dr. Maeral Wysdan Date: 1/7/2023 Foreword: One of few individuals to claim to have had a sighting of one of the unknown entities within the woods around Baring, Washington. Quinn Muldoon was interviewed about her sighting in the town’s bar under the guise of a news report. <Begin Log> The faint sound of chatter from the bar is present in the recording. Dr. Wysdan: Ahem- Hello! Are you Ms. Muldoon? Muldoon: Eh? Oh shit- hello. Ya need somethin', ah- Dr. Wysdan: Mx. Wysdan. Muldoon: Pleasure to make ya acquaintance, ya seem to already know who I am. So what's it ya needin'? Dr. Wysdan: I'm with local news, caught wind you were one of the people who had a sighting of one of the- Muldoon: [She cuts fir off] Oh Christ's sake- if you news folks fancy yaselves monster hunters, then I ain’t saying a peep. Dr. Wysdan: I beg your pardon? Muldoon: Goin’ after tha’ thing, ya shouldn’t. Too many folks in this town are talkin’ bout tryin’ to track it down for some sorta glory. Don’t fuck with it, don’t- Dr. Wysdan: [Fi interrupts] Word has it was you that shot the creature you saw, Ms. Muldoon. Both are silent for a moment. Muldoon: An… accident, mostly. Thought the thing was a large buck till I hit it. Deers don’t make the noises tha’ thing did. Dr. Wysdan: My intentions aren’t to go after anything, I just want information, is that ok, ma’am? Muldoon: …Fine. Dr. Wysdan: Thank you. Can you tell me about your encounter? There’s the clinking of a glass against the bar. Muldoon: Aight… sure, yeah. It was… ah fuck- 6th of December? So a month ago. Ish. Yeah. Was out lookin’ for deer, had my rifle with me. Went North from town, ‘n jus’ went ‘long the Skykomish- the river. Prolly got ’bout half a mile from Baring when I saw it. Thought it was a deer at first cause it was crouched down, had these branchin’ horns at the head. Looked like antlers from a distance but they were… wrong. Tha’ thing wasn't right. Knew it the moment it started haulin’ ass cross the river. A momentary pause. Dr. Wysdan: …it did what across the river? Muldoon: [She sighs] When I shot it- hit the side- it burst from the foliage ‘n went runnin’ for the river. Dr. Wysdan: Oh! Oh, yes. Aight, got it. What happened from there? Muldoon: I ducked down behind some rocks to get outta it’s line of sight, was already downwind. Thing was fast, but it had struggled a bit with the water. Dr. Wysdan: Was the entity quadrupedal or bipedal? Muldoon: Is there a word for both ‘a em? Dr. Wysdan: Ah… hm- yes, there is. I think it’s facultative bipedalism? Muldoon: I’ll take yer word for it. Cause it was both- ran through the river ‘n dragged itself onshore on all fours before standin’ up like some fuckin’… well, so far you folks at the paper like callin’ it a dinosaur. Dr. Wysdan: Can you describe it to me? Muldoon: Yeah, sure. Hon’stly, it sounds ridiculous to say but the closest place to start I think is somethin’ like a dinosaur. Stood almos’ like one a’ those fucks from Jurassic Park- the raptors? Was sorta shaped like one but it just… it was wrong, I dunno how else to put it. Limbs weren’t right, didn’t move right. Dr. Wysdan: What was wrong with the animal? Could you tell? Muldoon: I’ve seen sick animals before- chronic wasting does some fucked up shit to deer- so I can say without a shadow of a doubt that thing was sick, Mx. It wasn’t actin’ right. It didn’ look right. It didn’t lick its wounds or nothin’ after gettin’ shot. It stumbled around the shore, bleedin’, and started makin’ these loud mewling sounds. Somethin’ tha’ big shouldn’ be cryin’ out like that. Tha’s the kinda noise ya hear from a young animal callin’ out to mama. But this thing looked mature. Tha’ there beastie was sick, sick and scared. Dr. Wysdan: Oh… what… What did it do after that? Did anything come to those cries? The sightings have varied, it’s a possibility there’s more than one of those creatures out there. Muldoon: If there are others, they didn’ hear this one. Thing was cryin’ for several minutes before it jus’ laid down on the rocks whimperin’. Had half’a mind to put it outta its misery, but it was too far away for a clear shot- and the last thing I want is a scared animal finally seein’ what hurt it. When something like tha’ is sick it’s a coinflip on whether it’s gonna run or if it’s gonna maim ya, y’know? Dr. Wysdan: I see. [Muttering] Poor thing. How long was it before this animal left? Muldoon: Dunno. Jus’ laid on the shore for a while- eventually, its head shot up like it heard somethin’. For a moment I thought it mighta heard me, but then it stumbles up to its feet and jus’… bolted North. Dr. Wysdan: Did you hear anything? Muldoon: Nothin’. Maybe it smelled somethin’, I dunno. Tha’ thing was odd, don’t think I’ve ever seen anythin’ like it. I hope, frankly, I never do. Dr. Wysdan: Can’t say I blame you. But thank you, for this information ma’am. Is that everything? Muldoon: Yeah, tha’s it. Thing burst off, haven’t seen it since. I left and jus’ went home after it happened. There’s a rustling, likely Dr. Wysdan nodding Dr. Wysdan: Then I’ll get outta your hair, ey? Enjoy your drink ma’am, thanks again. Muldoon: Sure, yeah. Have a good day. <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to the nature of the situation in Baring, and the town's isolated location, amnestics have only been utilized to cover up the existence of the photographs taken. The newspapers containing the image were confiscated. Discovery Log 7765.3: Tracking Log Foreword: This is the record of tracking SCP-7765. Record starts at 47°46'53.9"N 121°30'01.9"W. Due to the complexity of the task, only major events are included in this report. For a more complete record, please send a request to your site RAISA liaison. MTF Mu-145 ("Don't Troodon Me") E Squad Morales, Isidro - Team lead, field-analyst/strategist Lavigne, Jean-Marc - Field medic, combat specialist Edouard, Noah - Hunter, animal behavior specialist Whittaker, Lesley - Combat specialist Graves, Najeem - Hunter, tracker, lookout Fraser, Graham - Combat trainee <Begin Log> E Squad, Mu-145 approaches the designated location, just Northwest of Baring, Washington - walking alongside the South Fork Skykomish River. Morales spins on their heels and turns to face the squad, walking backwards for a moment as they talk. Morales: Alright, quick head count - everyone has what they need, yes? There are various sounds of agreement or nods from the team as Morales scans them over. Graves: Got the DNA tracker, you have the second- right Morales? Morales: [They nod] That I do. Fraser: How do those things- ah- work again? Maybe I should’ve asked this earlier but- [He descends into mumbling.] Morales: [They take out a device, it has a screen akin to a handheld radar] It’s fairly new tech, but it'll help us find this thing. Take a small piece, load it into here, send the rest back to site to be examined and presto! We're in business! We only got two though, the tech person who handed ‘em to me was very ornery about even getting us two. New, expensive, so let’s not drop them in the woods. Graves chuckles and gives a thumbs up. Morales: Oh! Speaking of preparation- Whittaker? I want tasers on full charge. Whittaker: [She sighs] Do you have to make that joke every time? Morales: Yes, yes I do. Fraser snickers faintly as Whittaker rolls her eyes. There's a click and a low buzzing of her activating the electrical prod. Whittaker: We’re not even the Clever Girls! Graves: You’re right, we’re an arguably better pun! Whittaker groans quietly, as does Edouard. Morales: That's the spirit, Graves! Now look alive, folks, there’s work to do. Graves, I want you to lead the second team. Take Edouard and Fraser with you, head Northward. Whittaker, Lavigne? You ladies are with me. We'll be heading West. Graves: Got it, boss. Lavigne nods silently. Whittaker: Sounds good to me. We'll just have to be more careful to watch our backs, with being split up. Morales: Of course, of course. Let's get a move on, the only thing we have to lose is daylight. There are various sounds of agreement from Mu-145, before the two teams split off and head in their designated directions. Morales alerts Command of the split. It should be noted that several members of MTF Mu-65 ("The Clever Girls") are overseeing as command. Team 1- Morales, Lavigne and Whittaker- walk through the woods in relative silence, scanning the trees and bushes. Lavigne raises her head and abruptly stops. Lavigne: You smell that? Morales: Huh? Lavigne: Blood. I smell blood. Morales: Well that's a statement and a half but- [they pause] yeah, yeah now I do too. Whittaker raises her gaze and sniffs the air, before slipping a flashlight from her belt and turning it on- starting to use the beam of light to sweep the foliage. Morales looks over. Morales: See anything? Whittaker: Gimme a second, [she takes a few steps forward, squints, sighs, then looks to Lavigne] where? Lavigne: Gimme that- [Whittaker hands her the flashlight, and Lavigne starts to walk] it's close, I can tell that one. Wind keeps shifting so it's a pain in the dick- Lavigne stops. Lavigne: Found… something- [She crouches down, and slips on a glove from her bag to pick up an object.] Whittaker: The hell's that? Morales tilts their head as Lavigne comes over- in her hand is a torn off piece of flesh. There are a few pieces of scales sticking out, one flakes off. Lavigne: Morales, this look like it's from anything in this area? Morales: That's more a question for Edouard, but that… doesn't look right. Hold on, lemme get out the tracker. Lavigne nods. Morales takes out the DNA Tracker. They then use a pair of tweezers to tear off a small piece of the flesh and insert it into a slide on the side of the device. It begins to make a small whirling sound. Morales: [They are reading the text on the screen] Calibrating, please wait. Lavigne shifts on her feet, Whittaker moves to look over Morales' shoulder as the device scans and analyzes the sample. It begins to make a very faint, but steady beeping sound. Morales squints. Morales: Huh… only pinging the sample. Whittaker: Weird- can this thing zoom out? Morales: Yeah, lemme- [They adjust a dial on the side, spinning it clockwise a few times.] …Huh. Lavigne: What? Morales: Nothing for 50 miles. And even that range feels overkill. Lavigne: This… sample looks nearly fresh- the blood's coagulated but not dried. No way in hell an animal got that far in so little time. Whittaker: Then looks like we might've found a piece of what we're looking for. Morales: But why wouldn't it ping the tracker? Lavigne: [She huffs] Did they hand us a piece of broken tech? Morales: No. The sample in your hand is setting off the tracker but… nothing else is. Whittaker: That thing keep track of the DNA sequence? Morales nods. Whittaker: Can we send it to command? If we can find any biological close matches it may help us in dealing with this thing when we do find it. Morales: Good idea, I'll get on that. Lavigne- bag that sample while we're at it. We can have them pick it up, probably. Might be better than just the sequences. Lavigne: On it. Graves is walking alongside Fraser, Edouard is a couple meters ahead of them- but still in sight. Fraser: Do we know how big this thing is? Graves: Nope. None a' the reports were anywhere near consistent. That's why we're thinkin' there may be several entities. Fraser: Oh- huh. Ok- [He glances around the trees.] Up ahead, Edouard suddenly stops. Graves squints and picks up his pace to catch up. Graves: What's going on-? Edouard: Ssh- stop. Graves closes his mouth, tilts his head. Fraser halts mid approach with a confused expression. Graves: [In a whisper] What is it? Edouard: Movement. I hear something. Follow me- quietly. Graves ducks his head, and signals to Fraser to come along. The three of them quietly move forward, following Edouard's lead. As they move, faint sounds can be heard. The distant cracking of branches or trees, growing slightly louder. Fraser: [Whispering] Oh it's big, isn't it… Edouard squints, and keeps moving. Roughly 200 meters from the team, movement can be seen. No clear form, but the movement of something is disturbing trees. A low series of rumbles pierces through the air. From this point, the present members lower their voices to whispers. Edouard: [He freezes, signaling with a hand for the others to do the same.] Stop- Graves: Fuckin' hell- could feel that in my chest. Fraser: What do we do? Edouard: Get down, get low. Graves: Let's see if it moves in a way that we can see what this thing is before we get in closer. We don't know what we're dealing with. Edouard nods, and the three crouch low in the foliage- watching the continued movement. After approximately two minutes, there's a sudden and louder snapping- and the sounds increase in frequency, a more high pitched noise is heard- before suddenly beginning to grow far fainter. Edouard: [In a whisper, seemingly to himself] Why are you going so fast..? What scared you? Graves: Shit. It's moving away- Fraser: Would it leave tracks? Maybe we can find those? Edouard nods, he pushes himself up to his feet with a grunt. He offers a hand to Graves to help him up, he takes it with a nod. Fraser stumbles up on his own. The team begins to move, heading towards the location where the noises and disturbance had been heard from. Fraser: There! I see something in the dirt- Graves: Good eye kid- They pick up speed, approaching the markings that Fraser had spotted. There are fallen twigs and leaves, as well by large marks in the soil. They partially resemble tracks of some clawed animal, accompanied by long and deep grooves- as though something was dragged. Fraser: What the- are these tracks..? Edouard: [He crouches down] Something's off with them. Graves: Almost looks like more than one set- were they dragging something? Edouard: Possibly. Fraser: Freaky- maybe it was something they hunted? Like as a pack? Edouard nods, and stands back up. Graves: Let's follow these, perhaps we can catch up to the things. Edouard: Good plan. Preliminary Field Analysis Report Collected by Jean-Marc Lavigne at approximately 47°47'02.5"N 121°31'04.6"W on 1/8/2023 Samples Collected: Organic Material: A singular sample of flesh found within the woods North of Barring, Washington. Biomass: 0.22 kg of organic material from an unidentified anomalous entity harvested from the woods surrounding Barring, Washington. Analysis: Sample was subjected to DNA sequencing and analysis by staff at Site-403. It was discovered, after undergoing several tests, that the recovered sample matches no known animal or organism that has been placed in the Foundation's genealogical archives nor general records of genetic material. Possibility of the sample being contaminated is unknown, further tests are pending. Implications: N/A Edouard: There's something on the ground ahead. Fraser looks up from the tracks the group is following, Graves squints. Graves: Looks like- skin? Fraser: Eugh- Graves and Edouard both approach the piece. It's grey, reasonably fresh looking. It lays at the outskirts of a clearing in the woods, some of the trees are broken or damaged. Edouard bats away a fly with his hand as he slips on a glove to pick it up. Edouard: [He turns to Graves] Load it into the tracker. Could be helpful. Fraser: It's smack dab in the middle of these tracks… Graves: Alright, I'll load a piece in- can you get the motion detector up and running while I'm at it? Edouard: On it. Graves loads a small piece of he sample into the tracker, and calibrates the device as Edouard activates a different device. The DNA tracker begins to make a faint beeping sound as it scans. Graves: We got a ping but… somethin's up. It's faint, but the radar is indicating it's right in the clearing… Fraser: That doesn't sound right. Graves: No, it doesn't. Graves begins to walk into the small clearing, Edouard and Fraser follow behind. Graves glances around, then down at the device- trying to find the source. Fraser: If it's pinging the tracker- shouldn't it… be here? Edouard: It's quiet. Fraser: Can animals not be quiet? Edouard makes a noise, almost uncomfortable- he places down the motion detector and glances around. He makes a barely audible mutter: Edouard: This place smells nasty. Graves: I don't get it- why ain't this thing working..? The steady beeping from the DNA tracker grows louder as Graves turns a few dials- trying to work it better- and the motion detector starts to ping. Fraser: What's that? Edouard: Something's moving. The motion detector screams to life, and the audio grows louder abruptly as the clearing erupts with movement and the sounds of countless wings. Morales' radio activates. Command: Morales, this is command, do you read? Whittaker and Lavigne look over. Morales: Yup, what's going on? Something wrong? Command: We've been scanning the area over on the satellite for the past hour or so, and found something that may be of importance. Morales: Oh? Command: Roughly two or three clicks North of the town we've spotted an unidentified building. Ran it past webcrawlers and found nothing on it- no zoning, no license- no online evidence that it even should be there. Let alone what it is. Due to its proximity to the town, it's something that's caught our attention as possibly important. Whittaker: [She approaches Morales to be audibly heard by Command] Do you want us to investigate? Lavigne: I hope so. That's probably be a better lead then stumbling around the woods blind for another hour… Command: Yes. Regroup with the rest of the team, and head to that location as soon as you can. We'll be sending the coordinates post-haste. Morales: On it, thank you. I'll contact Team 2 and tell 'em the sitch'. The source of the commotion is sighted to have been a flock of birds, judging by coloration and size from body cameras, they are either ravens or crows. Fraser had ducked down, he now raises his head as the others speak. Edouard: Just birds, jesus christ- Graves: Fuckin' hell, full a' birds and smellin' like shit. [He shakes out his head.] Edouard: …cause they were eating something. Fraser: Huh? Edouard: Scavengers. Whole place smells of death- [Edouard clicks on his flashlight, he raises it up to the trees] -and no wonder. Graves and Fraser both look up, clicking on their own lights. Many branches of above trees are broken or snapped, while others appear to have greyish, pale flesh caught on them. Some pieces half eaten by birds, but decently fresh. The bark of some trees drip with blood from these torn off fragments. Graves: So tha's why the tracker was freakin' out… but why the hell wasn't it pinging all of these? Fraser: Is it broken? Graves: Can't be, I tested it before arrival. Something isn't right with these samples. [He looks down at the DNA tracker, squinting.] Lemme try and get a sample from one of these other chunks. Edouard slips out a combat knife and approaches one of the trees, scraping a chunk of grey-ish flesh from the bark. Graves walks over so that he can load that sample into the tracker. The tracker's screen lights up, similar to earlier, the pinging is muffled and faint- as though the tracker is experiencing a glitch or bug. The only clear ping is the rest of the scrap on Edouard's knife. Graves: It's pingin' the sample, and a lil bit of another piece or two up that tree but… nothin' else here. Fraser: But that doesn't make sense! Why would the DNA be so different? Edouard: …what if it's changing. Fraser: Huh? Edouard: There's… only been one entity spotted at a time, but each time it looks different. These samples aren't fully working with the tracker. It's like a trail that's fading off. Graves: Are you suggesting this thing is like… mutating? Edouard: Rapidly. Fraser: That sounds bad- Edouard: It may be, if something like that evolves around anything thrown at it, it could become incredibly dangerous. Graves: Then we gotta find a way to track this damn thing down- Graves' radio sputters to life, he picks it up. Graves: This is Graves, over. Morales: Yo- there's been a change of plans. We just got word from command that there's an unidentified structure due North, they want us to check it out. It may have some connection to this thing. Make your way back to the river, we'll meet you there. Over. Fraser: [To Graves, quietly] Well ask and ye shall receive… Graves: Got it, captain. I'll fill ya in on our findings when we rendezvous. Over. [He returns the radio to his hip] Alright, let's get back to the river, c'mon- Fraser follows Graves as he quickly turns on his heel and begins to head back. Edouard lingers briefly. Edouard's eyes trail to the large tracks on the forest floor, he raises his compass and watches the needle. It should be noted that the tracks are heading North. <End Log> Exploration Log 7765.1 Foreword: This is a document detailing the investigation conducted within a previously unidentified building about 1.24 miles North of the town of Baring, Washington. The recording starts at 47°48'36.7"N 121°29'12.9"W, roughly two minutes before entry. MTF Mu-145 ("Don't Troodon Me") E Squad Morales, Isidro - Team lead, field-analyst/strategist Lavigne, Jean-Marc - Field medic, combat specialist Edouard, Noah - Hunter, animal behavior specialist Whittaker, Lesley - Combat specialist Graves, Najeem - Hunter, tracker, lookout Fraser, Graham - Combat trainee <Begin Log> MTF Mu-145 is approaching the designated location, the group speaking quietly with one another as they do so. Fraser: How come- how come they're sending us to check this out? I mean I'm not complaining it's better than the woods but like… why? Graves: Close enough to everythin' that's been happenin' to be suspicious, probably. Morales: I'd been thinking about that too while we were walking, honestly. I'm half expecting to just find something rundown, I dunno. Edouard: This is all very strange. Lavigne: Oh gee I wonder why. [She rolls her eyes] Not like we're doing normal work here. Edouard: [He huffs] I don't mean like that. Not general- something about all this it's… mm. Graves: It's what? Whittaker: Spit it out. Graves: Don't be rude. Edouard is quiet for a few moments longer, before raising his head. Edouard: I looked over the other documents relating to the anomaly before we left. Noticed something. Whittaker: And that is? Edouard: Weird consistencies. The sightings were all the Northside of town, it's always night, and the sightings seem to always be once a week- which is honestly the strangest. Fraser: Wait really? Once a week? Lavigne: But there were several sightings on the 6th. The image aside, two other people spotted it then. Doesn't that break the pattern? Edouard: Not necessarily. Morales: Were the depictions all consistent? If not, then maybe that breaks the pattern- but if it's the same thing than… than that's just odd. Edouard: [He shakes his head] I don't think they were consistent. Graves: It's odd in general, hon'stly. Edouard's right, this is strange. Lavigne: What, do you think this is something deliberate? Edouard: Don't know. Maybe it's just a creature of habit, maybe there's something else happening. Morales: So maybe a mysterious building in the middle of nowhere has some connection. Edouard: The tracks were in this direction. Morales: Well that bodes well. [They glance down at a device at their wrist] We're approaching the location, keep an eye out gang. Lavigne: I smell smoke. Morales: Oh well that's the first good sign. Whittaker: I smell it too- not burning trees, either. Fraser: Uh oh- Morales' furrows their brow, they signal to the team- MTF Mu-145 begins to move quicker, crossing through the trees and into a small clearing, the building is now in sight. It's large, concrete walls- half constructed into the side of a hill. The entire front of the building is collapsed and damaged, some smoke billows from a larger hole, and a few scattered gaps in the rubble. Lavigne: Well I'll be damned. Graves: Think it's safe enough to try 'n get in through one of those gaps? There's smoke. Morales: Let's find out. Morales approaches closer to the rubble- a sidewall slightly more intact than the front- and crouches down to stare through one of the lower gaps. Morales: Place is torn to hell and back, but I see space through there- smoke's only at the top, fire ain't at this spot just yet. We'll be safe to head through, but get out your respirators I don't want anyone passing out on me. The members of MTF Mu-145 all equipt given respirators, before one-by-one entering the building through the gap in the rubble. They emerge into the remains of a hallway, the smoke from a current unseen fire has stained the walls black. The ceiling is heavily torn and damaged- tile ripped out of place, lights shattered and wires dangling down. Whittaker: Oi! Mind the wires, some of them might be live. The others nod, crouching down. Fraser makes a worried noise, glancing up above him. Morales: Let's head down this hall, be on the lookout for fire. They signal for the team to follow. It's quiet in the building aside from the crunching of rubble underfoot, and a faint crackling sound. When the team emerges into a larger room. It has three other hallways branching from it; one of which has been collapsed. It's on the opposite side of the room as the MTF, and the surrounding area is heavily damaged. The walls torn, ceiling damaged. The source of the fire is found here too. It burns against the remains of what might have been furniture and a carpet- tucked between two of the hallways in a corner. The linoleum of the rest of the room's floors, and the brick of the wall, seemed to have prevented it from spreading further. The smoke has stained large portions of the room. Fraser: [He coughs, shakes out his head] Well- least it isn't a big fire. Whittaker: Fuckin' hell it almost looks like someone firebombed this place. Morales: Well, something certainly tore through here. Graves: Ya think it might've been the anomalies? Or anomaly-? Morales: Got nothing else to blame, currently. So it's most likely. Edouard glances between the two intact hallways, scans the walls briefly. He pauses and approaches the hallway on the right, brushing some soot away from a plaque on the wall. Graves looks over and tilts his head. Graves: What's that, Edouard? Edouard: Hall labels. 'Research and Development', 'Testing', 'Department Head' and 'Containment'. Fraser: Containment? This isn't a Foundation site. Lavigne: Foundation didn't invent the word, honey. Whittaker: Still worrying, regardless. If they've got shit contained here. Edouard: May want to switch that to past tense. Whittaker: Ehh, tomayto-tomahto. Graves: So we've either found a whole new problem, or somethin' even more concernin'- because frankly I don't like the implications- if the anomaly we've been looking for is something that was held here. The fuck were they doing, considering it kept on getting out? Whittaker: [She looks around] Dunno if it's a good thing or a bad thing that this place is totaled… Morales: Not sure Graves, but maybe we can find out if that part of this place isn't totalled. Edouard: Are we gonna head down this way? Morales: What's the other hall? Whittaker slips over to the other side of the room, checking the plaque. Whittaker: Looks like offices, bathroom, cafeteria. Basic staff shit- everything we're looking for is probably down the other way. Morales nods. Morales: Then let's make haste. If these people have information on the anomaly, it could be indispensable to figuring out what's going on. MTF Mu-145 moves down the hallway, these part of the building is not as damaged as the previous room- though cracks are present along the walls, along with damage along the ceiling. The ceiling begins to rise, and the team approaches a door labeled with "Containment". The door is unlocked when Morales turns the handle, and pushes it open. The team enters the room, it's small and contains a table. There is observational equipment, and a electronic pad resting on a table Within this room is a large glass window, stretching along the side of the wall. Past the window is a concrete room- it is mostly featureless, aside from another window higher up on the opposite side, and a gate on the side. The concrete floor and walls have scratches and marks on the inside. A far corner corner has a thin, messy pile of pressed-down straw. Edouard: Claw marks on the concrete. Whittaker: Well, there definitely was something in here. Looks like your standard containment unit. Fraser: Doesn't look too big. That bodes well, right? Graves: Maybe, least it means that it maybe only held one animal. Looks like a nest in the corner there. Lavigne approaches the table, examining it's contents. She glances up at the containment unit. Lavigne: Seems they were keeping a close eye on this, I see cameras in every top corner. Graves: What's on the pad? Lavigne picks it up, scans it over. Luckily, there is no password and she is able to access its contents. Lavigne: These are test logs. Kinda shoddily written but it's mostly dates. All look recent. Morales: What kind of tests? Lavigne: Listed as "Exposure Tests", this page here looks like some sort of schedule. Edouard moves over, he peaks over Lavigne's shoulder. Edouard: Wait… I recognize those dates. Whittaker: Heh? Edouard: Look- December 14th, 19th, 27th - are the same dates people sighted the anomaly. Lavigne: They were letting it out. Edouard: That's why there was consistency. Fraser: Why were they testing it? Whittaker: [She shrugs] Not sure, maybe same reason Foundation does? To learn? Though the Foundation doesn't let shit run amok in the woods the way these people have. Lavigne: As I said. Shoddy. Morales looks to a drawer on the desk, they open it up and shift through. Morales: More papers, these are older- seems the first dated one here is… mid last year by the looks of things? [Morales picks up a paper, begins to read from it] "Subject growth has begun, and progressing at a steady rate. She's lasted longer than past attempts, we've got our fingers crossed she'll make it through gestation." Whittaker: They grew it in a test tube? Fuck me. Fraser: Does it say why? Whittaker: What are the other papers, Morales? Morales: Notes, written down observations mostly. Behaviors, mostly. They'd give it things and write down what it did. Looks like they kept on trying to push specific reactions out of it. Sometimes through violence, sometimes general stimulation. Edouard's face twists as Morales continues, but he says nothing. Morales: One note here mentions using taser prods and noting behavior till they stopped having an effect on it. Though some of the tests were more tame- so it's a bit odd. Like this one: [They are reading from a paper] "The subject was provided with a rubber ball, rolled into the containment through the gate. Subject was initially startled, before began to nudge it around for roughly 3 minutes, before bringing it back to her nest and began to chew on it. Marks from the teeth are to be measured to monitor growth and strength. It seems she may be developing a hunting drive." there's an afterword about providing it with more things to chew on to encourage jaw strength and growth. Fraser: That's a weird way to say 'it played with a ball'. Lavigne: Eh, guess they wanted to make it sound scientific. Fraser: Still weird. Why go from giving it toys to shocking it? What do they want? Or is this just standard for 'fucked up science'? Whittaker: Maybe. Anything else on this thing? Morales: Seems they kept it in this containment unit while it matured. [They pause, picks up a paper and begins to read from it with a quizzical look] "Greater changes to her physiology have been observed- more than the last few days. Her body is starting to quickly change. She is truly a spectacle to behold in movement, watching the growths take hold." Graves: Changing? Wait, shit- Edouard, remember what you- Edouard: Yeah. Looks like that's confirmation. Graves ducks his head in a nod. Morales: Wonder if the exposure tests were to try and prompt more growth. Only so much a thing can change to adapt to a concrete box and isolated elements thrown in its face. Lavigne: Would make sense. Judging by all the sightings it worked. Never looked really the same between the times people were seein' it. Morales: [They dig through the papers, before holding one up] The most recent note is from roughly the 27th of December, they had to move it to a bigger container. So there's another unit in here somewhere. Whittaker: Maybe we can find it. Morales: There were some halls own the way from here, we can check them out. Moving away from the containment unit, the team comes to a new cross-section of halls. One to the left, one to the right. After a few moments of debate, the team heads down the right hallway. Morales: [Reading the label upon the wall] Department head- that door down that way might be to the office of whoever was in charge of this place. Whittaker: Let's check it out then. Morales nods, and the team moves down the hallway. The door appears jammed, when Morales first tries it- but the combined effort of them and Graves manages to force it open. If not for the labelings within the hall and upon the door, the heavy damage to the room would've made it difficult to determine the room as an office. The glass window that appears to overlook the previously seen mid-sized containment room is shattered, a fallen steel beam splits the room- having crushed the desk and destroyed large swaths of the wall. Papers are scattered across the floor, torn, damaged, dirty. Morales kneels down and begins to sift through the paper. Morales: If there's information about what the hell this thing is, or why they made it, it's here. Whittaker: [She moves to join them in searching] If it hasn't been totalled like the rest of this place. After approximately a minute of the two sorting through and looking over the papers towards the rooms entrance, Lavigne enters the room- leaving Graves, Edouard and Fraser outside keeping watch. She paces an open portion of it near the destroyed remains of the desk, staring down and scanning the papers. Roughly a few seconds later, she pauses, squints, and crouches down. Whittaker looks up. Whittaker: Find something, Lav? Lavigne: Maybe. And what did I tell you 'bout calling me that? Whittaker snickers. Lavigne gives a tired chuckle before her expression shifts, eyes scanning across the paper she's since picked up. Morales and Whittaker both note the change. Morales: What is it? Lavigne: Somethin' fucking labeled with an MC&D stamp. [She flicks a corner of the paper with a disdainful look]. Whittaker: Eugh. Morales: That may be something- is it a funding thing? Wouldn't be surprised if they were backing a place like this. Lavigne: No, it ain't funding. This is a work order. I think we've found why they made our little beastie. Morales: They commissioned it? Lavigne nods. Lavigne: [She continues to scan it over] Whole lotta money went into that thing, I'll tell you that. Technology here all seemed experimental, or just straight up utilizing anomalous means. Mu-200 is gonna have one hell of a time combing through here for all the shit. And- There's a pause, Lavigne squints at the page. Lavigne: Oh fuck me. Whittaker: Why. Morales tilts their head. Lavigne: [She is reading from the paper] "The following order is to issue the creation, raising, and training of a biologically engineered fauna for militaristic and combat scenarios". It's a goddamn bioweapon. No wonder those testing logs were tracking its capabilities so closely. Morales sucks in a breath. Whittaker: Well ain't that fucking peachy! Her exclamation gets the attention of the three remaining team members outside, who now stand by the doorway and listen. Graves frowns, Edouard seems to bare his teeth with a brief flash of anger. Fraser shifts nervously and watches. Morales: So that's why they kept on letting it out too, kept pushing it. They wanted to turn it to a weapon. Graves: Push it hard enough and eventually it'll turn violent. Or into somethin' deadly enough for their purposes. Morales: Exactly. Edouard: Poor thing… Whittaker: We gotta find this thing, now. If this thing is still here we gotta get to it before it gets back out and raises hell. Edouard: Then let's keep following the ruins. By the looks if it, she tore through here. She may still be here. Whittaker: If she is, she's damn quiet! Lavigne: That's a good trait in a weapon. Fraser: And a fucking terrifying statement! Morales: All the more reason to be careful, [They push themselves up to their feet] perhaps the best way to try and find the anomaly is to just follow the damage it left. Graves: Portions are collapsed, but it may be possible. Morales: Then let's get to it. The team leaves the office, and retraces back towards the hallway connecting to the containment unit- this time electing to taking the left hallway, heading down alongside the unit until reaching a turn. This turn enters them into a far larger hall then the others- with higher ceilings and wider walls. There's a large collection of collapsed rubble to the left, but to the right the hallway continues; partially torn open- appearing to have sustained less damage aside from the floor and ceiling showing deep gouges. A large metal gate, closed, is to the right. Whittaker: There's the containment gate, I think. Fraser: Huh- guess they were using this hall to like… move it? Whittaker nods. Whittaker: Probably isn't as damaged because the thing could fit through here. Morales: Let's keep down this hall then, maybe it kept the anomaly going in a path of least resistance instead of tearing holes in the walls. The team begins to move down the hallway, it begins to show more damage. The claw marks growing more frequent, pieces of fallen off flesh begin to be seen, bits of flaked off dark scales stick to some of them. It's all accompanied by blood, drawn across the ground in a continuous, large trail. Whittaker: Forget I said it isn't as damaged. God damn, our little friend definitely was the one that tore through here. Lavigne: Little? Fraser: Oh what the hell- Morales: Why does this thing keep falling apart like this..? Graves: Well- it was designed to rapidly evolve, right? Maybe it… I dunno sheds unneeded stuff? Edouard stares silently down at the blood as they continue. Lavigne: That would make sense- though those testing logs back from that containment unit never mentioned anything about it shedding. Whittaker: Recent development? Graves: Considerin' this thing? Wouldn't be surprised… Lavigne also glances down at the blood. Lavigne: These are drag marks, might've hurt itself tearing through here. Or that's a side effect from the 'shedding'. Freshness of this all bodes quite well. Morales: Sarcasm or..? Lavigne: Depends on how gung-ho you are about finding this anomaly. These marks dictate it might've started to slow down, look ahead- there's a larger staining before the drag marks continue. It was taking breaks. Morales: Let's see if we can catch up, then. Graves furrows his brow, he glances at Edourd for a moment. At one of the pieces of fallen off flesh, Graves pauses and stares at it, seeming to think before crouching down. It prompts Edouard to stop and look over, followed by a few of the others. Graves loads a sample of what can now be presumed is SCP-7765 into the DNA tracker, and begins to calibrate the device. Whittaker: Graves, what are you doing? This thing hasn't worked with our trackers, I doubt it'll work now- The DNA tracker begins to make a steady, louder than before, pinging sound. There's a pause of silence from the team, Whittaker tenses and stares at Graves as he raises his head. Graves: Well… somethin' changed. Morales darts over to Graves' side, peering at the device. The radar screen displays a large collection of pings at it's northern edge. Fraser: We- we're sure they made one of these things, right? Just the one? Lavigne: One can hope. Fraser: Ah- Morales is silent for a few moments, staring at the radar. He then raises his head and silently signals the team to start moving again. Graves: There's a piece up ahead, away from the large concentration. Lavigne: Yeah, I think I see it. At a bend in the hall, a storage closet's walls had been torn away. Several large white canisters of an unidentified substance are scattered along the floor. Majority are broken open, the floor is covered by frost. Laying amongst the canisters is a large, frozen piece of flesh. A limb, with three clawed fingers, juts from it. Edouard: I think that's the biggest piece yet. Fraser: That-that's an arm. Lavigne: Great observation, kid. [She approaches it, scans it over] Liquid nitrogen, must've cracked these open and lost the limb to 'em. Whittaker: Huh- thing tears this whole lab without much injury- least at the beginning, but some liquid nitrogen sheers off its flesh? Morales stares at it for a few moments, then grabs one of the intact canisters and hoists it over their shoulder. Whittaker: What are you gonna do with that? Throw it at the thing? Morales: Maybe! Seemed to have done something to it. A slim chance of it working again is still a chance. Whittaker: Mm. Graves: Got a point with that, I suppose. Lavigne: How close are we, Graves? Graves: Very, I think the hallway ends just beyond this turn, large room maybe? There's… a lot of pings. Big circle. Lavigne: Oh boy. Morales: Any of them moving? Graves: No. They all seem still. Morales blinks. Edouard again glances down at the blood upon the floor as they walk, taking the turn of the hallway. Whittaker: Ohhhh… that's a bigass doorway- The team enters a room through the remains of two massive metal gates, which have since been torn off their hinges and lay on the inside of the room. Like the hall, the concrete floor is gouged by deep grooves- marred by blood and pieces of fallen off flesh. The room itself is large, circular. Estimations from footage place its diameter at roughly 30 meters. The concrete has sustained damage, but not as much as the halls leading to here. The claw marks here look older. Laying collapsed in the center of this room is a mass of tangled flesh, limbs, and bone. It spans nearly the entirety of the ground, sprawled out haphazardly. Blood and viscera splatters the floor and walls, stains gashes in the flesh carved by ribs and teeth. It is motionless. This is SCP-7765. Morales: Is it… dead..? Whittaker: I don't know weather to be damn grateful, or be mad I was getting tense over a corpse. Lavigne narrows her eyes, scanning over the anomalys mass. Lavigne: Fuckin' hell, it's huge. Edouard approaches SCP-7765, watching it carefully. He steps over a tail-like structure, avoiding the sharp spurs jutting from it. An eye embedded in the flesh is glassy. Graves: Edouard, be careful- Edouard: I am… Carefully, Edouard places a gloved hand against a section of undamaged, black scales. There's silence, for a moment. Edouard: Not breathing, not moving. I think it is dead. Whittaker: I feel like I can see why just by looking at it. It's all torn open, you'd think a Sarkic sunk its claws into this thing with all these growths. Edouard pauses, his eyes widen briefly and he looks up to the anomaly again. Edouard: Rapid evolution… Whittaker: Heh? Morales: Fuck. The reports. This thing was built to change, and fast. Guess there was no… no genetic off-switch for when it "peaked", so to speak. So it just kept going and going and going. Edouard: 'till she couldn't go any further. Graves: So it basically turned cancerous? For all intents and purposes? Trying to regrow things it already had? Graves gestures towards the top of SCP-7765, where the bones from at least two entangled spinal cords are visible and jutting from the flesh. Morales: Yeah. No natural animal can be this big. Its own weight must've crushed it. Lavigne: God damn. Thing probably suffocated. Or just… fell apart completely. I can't even tell if half this shit is even connected to it anymore. Whittaker walks alongside SCP-7765's body, scanning it up and down. Whittaker Wonder why it broke back into this place, why not book it and stay in the woods? Graves: It's almost like it came here to die… y'know, like how elephants have graveyards? Edouard: This lab is probably all she ever knew, only place of consistent food and shelter. All the damage is frantic. Perhaps she knew she was dying. Graves: …and came to the only place i-she associated with safety? Edouard nods. Edouard: Possibly. Fraser: Well that's… huh. That's kinda sad. Morales frowns. Edouard: At the end of the day, she was just an animal. Guess the people here didn't account for that when they tried to make a weapon. Lavigne: Whelp, seems they paid for it. This place is in ruins- wouldn't be surprised if the Foundation knocks it down fully once we're done here. Whittaker has moved to the other side of the room, scanning along the length of SCP-7765. She has come to stop near a head-like structure, with several split open lower jaws extending from it. The eyes here too, are glassy and lifeless. Whittaker: We should call command, tell 'em it's dead- send in the cleanup and containment equipment to get this thing. Morales nods, reaching for his communications. Graves deactivates the DNA tracker. Graves: Guess when she was gettin' so close to death, things didn't change as much. Set off the tracker enough. Fraser: Do you think it could- like- come back? Can you evolve around being dead? Graves: That's what calling containment is for, this is in Mu-200's hands now. LAVIGNE! How fresh is the body? Lavigne looks over from her position, now standing with Whittaker. She has to raise her voice due to the distance. Lavigne: Fresh! Livor mortis hasn't set in, nothings colgulated. Graves: All the more reason to call containment. Fraser: So it could come back? Graves: Dunno, but jus' cause it's braindead don't mean all it's cells have died. So it could, if we ain't careful. Graves glances at the liquid nitrogen container Morales had brought, and since rested upon the floor. Graves: Suppose we at least know something may work in keeping the remains. Fraser ducks his head in a nod, glancing over at the remains of SCP-7765. Morales finishes communications with command, and looks to the team. Morales: Two-hundred's on their way, they'll be here shortly. Command's given the OK to head on out. Graves: Sounds good, capt'n. Fraser: Oh thank god. Morales signals for Whittaker and Lavigne to come back over. Graves moves and puts a hand on Edouard's shoulder, who'd been quietly staring at SCP-7765 with a somber look. Edouard sighs lightly and looks up at him, before both of them begin to move as Morales calls for the team to start to make their leave. <End Log> Afterword: MTF Mu-200 "Leave No Trace" would successfully arrive at location within the hour. SCP-7765's remains would be cut into three sections in order to remove it from the building, and for ease of containment. The building has been set for demolition under the guise of being abandoned. Investigations revolving around the individual responsible for SCP-7765's creation, known only as "Lockwood", are undergoing.
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JakdragonX Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? More by JakdragonX: SCP-6200 — INSOMNIUM TATTLETALE — [ENTRY REMOVED FROM DATABASE] SCP-6864 — Belwood Staffing > New user detected. Initiating necessary protocols for SIMULACRUM connection… > ATTENTION: The following requires LEVEL 5 RESTRICTED access. Failure to authenticate will result in your immediate detainment by nearby Mobile Task Forces who have already flagged this device's location. > Enter a valid username and password to continue. >> F0N61700 >> ***************** > Elevated account detected. Generating administrator profile… Login successful. Welcome to the Interface. You have notifications. > New messages have been received at 19:36. Auto-populating viewing window to display content… FROM: The Administrator TO: You SUBJECT: Assignment Task Greetings, Seven, and welcome to the Interface. The Order has been expecting your arrival. You are here because there is a traitor within our ranks. Thirteen thinks that he is safe, hiding away and terrorizing our SIMULACRUM behind his digital avatar. It is your responsibility, as the Black Rabbit of this Order, to locate and terminate him — using any and all means you deem necessary. Two has also provided you access to the below documentation; hopefully, it serves as a valuable resource to use against your target. There is a valet waiting for you behind the south office building. Whether or not you use him as a resource is entirely up to your discretion. Just be sure to use the disposal unit nearby should you decide against it. He has no friends, no family, and no further means to our organization. We will maintain cellular contact. Item#: 7766 Level5 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo A recent snapshot of SCP-7766, hosting nearly 2 million users, 103 thousand simulated assets, and 170 unique explorable areas. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7766 is currently contained within Site-119 as part of the SIMULACRUM Project. As of writing, SCP-7766 and all dedicated SIMULACRUM hardware remains physically hosted underneath Site-119's DEEPWELL, approximately 23 kilometers below ground level. All Foundation operatives working within SCP-7766 have been connected to the anomaly via virtual reality stasis chambers located on-site. Medical staff remains on standby at all times to monitor and treat subjects in the event of an emergency. Physical security has also been increased within Site-119 to accommodate the added capacity. Internal security and management of SCP-7766 have been delegated to Level 3 and Level 4 Foundation enforcers operating as governmental and corporate figures. Monitoring systems integrated within SCP-7766 are to be maintained both physically and virtually to ensure data remains accurate to Site-119 and Site-01 respectively. Other entities within SCP-7766 — whether they are procedurally generated simulacra or physical humans — must continue being monitored and tracked by automated programs for signs of deviance and/or awareness of SCP-7766. Should these entities begin to display the aforementioned characteristics, they are to be immediately ejected from SCP-7766 and, if applicable, terminated. Copies of their digital profiles are to be archived and stored so that they can be recreated within SCP-7766 to prevent additional breaches to the Veil. In the event that automated systems fail in removing the aforementioned subjects from SCP-7766, they are to either be located and apprehended by integrated agents or physically removed from their interfacing devices and disposed of accordingly. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7766 is the city known as Agate, an advanced simulation hosted through SIMULACRUM hardware and Site-119's physical infrastructure. SCP-7766 utilizes a combination of cyberanomalous technologies1 that allows it to remain indistinguishable from baseline reality. SCP-7766 is maintained and monitored internally via the local Agate government and several large companies operating within the city, all of which are controlled by integrated Foundation officials. The city itself has been separated into 6 unique quadrants or "Districts" that are divided between socioeconomic status, geographic conditions, and other identifying factors. Said Districts are as follows: Diamond District: Located in the central region of the city, the Diamond District is comprised mostly of large corporate buildings and other office towers surrounding a city circle, which acts as the economic and cultural center of SCP-7766. The District itself has a total area of nearly 3 square kilometers and uses diagonal roads to point citizens toward the city circle. Housing and other public resources are severely limited here as space is reserved for tourist attractions and corporate buildings. Silver District: Immediately surrounding the Diamond District, the Silver District houses most of SCP-7766's upper-class citizens. Buildings located within the Silver District are either apartments, townhomes, condominiums, or — for the more wealthy citizens — entire properties within the city itself. The Silver District also contains most of the region's private schools, several popular tourist attractions, and other luxury venues. Cambry District: The Cambry District, otherwise known as the "Market District," is a large region west of SCP-7766 acting primarily as a marketplace for the middle class. Said District also contains most of the city's external facilities, factories, warehouses, and other public centers that allow SCP-7766 to continually supply their citizens with goods and other services. Redline District: Like the Silver District, the Redline District houses the middle-class citizens of SCP-7766. It is also the largest SCP-7766 District, containing a majority of the general population. While public facilities and schools are still available along its borders, they are smaller, relatively sparse, and underfunded in comparison to both the Cambry and Silver Districts. Blackout District: The Blackout District is home to the low-income citizens of SCP-7766. The District was named for its frequent rolling blackouts and brownouts that occur during the summer and the winter. While poverty and crime rates within the Blackout District are increasingly high, they are also nowhere near the extent of the No Man's District. The Blackout District sits along the far-south side of SCP-7766. No Man's District: The No Man's District is located along the far edges of SCP-7766. As the name suggests, this region is notorious for increased rates of poverty and crime, which deter most citizens from entering the District. It is also the most underfunded of the six Districts, with public services being restricted and, in some cases, outright unavailable. Authorities and other enforcers have all been barred from entry by violent street gangs and other organized crime syndicates, making it the most dangerous area inside SCP-7766. As of writing, SCP-7766 contains over 2.6 million users, most of which are either automated AI or physical humans unknowingly interfacing with the anomaly through existing virtual reality devices. > Monitoring systems have detected movement. > You received new messages at 22:10. Seems you're on the move. Good. Valet was too slow for my tastes. I'm not surprised. Do you know where you're going? I have a few ideas. Why, do you have any recommendations? Your guess is as good as mine. You know, typically when people ask me for favors like these they at least try to give me some information to work with. Expecting another miracle? It's what you do best. Besides I know you. You would've complained if I gave you all the answers. This would've been far easier if you weren't so anal about scrubbing all of our physical intel. Figures you'd be the one making my job even harder. You'll be thanking me later. It was a necessary evil. Imagine if someone like Thirteen had all of those old dossiers. Do you really want someone like him knowing about your personal life? You say that like it doesn't already apply to you. It doesn't. Not everything atleast. And regardless, there's a difference between me having that intel and someone like Thirteen having it. Yeah, I guess. The other one's not a control freak. > ERROR: Further access to documentation requires the selection of a SIMULACRUM profile. > Please choose one of the following to continue. > VN089834 - ■■■■■□ SYNC FAILED! > VN056313 - ■■■□□□ SYNCING… > VN071811 - ■□□□□□ SYNCING… > VN012834 - □□□□□□ UNAVAILABLE > VN024913 - ■■■■■■ READY > VN008534 - ■■□□□□ SYNC FAILED! > VN023951 - ■■■■■□ SYNCING… > VN034901 - ■■■■■□ SYNCING… > VN018245 - □□□□□□ UNAVAILABLE > VN049584 - ■□□□□□ SYNC FAILED! > + 1632364 more >> vn024913 > Selection confirmed. Uploading VN024913's user profile and simulated experience(s) from SCP-7766… > Note that aspects of this document will now adapt and/or change to accommodate the selected profile. USER PROFILE - VN024913 Preview image of user player. ]NAME: Jakob Xavier Reigen AGE: 24 OCCUPATION: Computer Progammer at Aregonyx Incorporated BACKGROUND: Born in New Castle, Virginia USA, Reigen was raised in a middle-class home alongside his sister Anna. After attending his first year of high school at Grande Central, Reigen was immediately recognized for his heightened intellect and acute awareness, excelling in all academic categories. He would eventually graduate with an honors diploma and enroll into the University of Central Florida, where he would receive his Bachelor in Information Technology after obtaining a GPA of 4.6. Reigen would later be scouted by Foundation operatives after an incident in which he was affected by an anomalous entity. After its neutralization, Reigen was unknowingly introduced to Project SIMULACRUM and subsequently reintegrated into SCP-7766 via amnestic identity reconstruction (AIR) to help study the long-term effects of the human consciousness within cyberspace. Reigen now lives in a one-bedroom apartment within the Redline District. As of writing, he remains employed by Aregonyx — a weapons distributor and currently the largest company within Agate — as a computer programmer working the second shift. TRAITS: Endurance Strength Perception Intelligence Agility Luck NOTE: All traits listed above have been LOCKED from further edits and cannot be changed at this time. ADDENDUM ONE NOTE: On August 25th, 2032, Jakob Reigen was involved in the following significant SCP-7766 event after leaving his work. All recordings were captured from Reigen's optical lens camera, which has been left mostly unedited for viewability and transparency concerns. [BEGIN LOG] Capture begins with Reigen walking along an empty hallway towards an exit door. The surrounding walls are painted an off-shade of white, with large fluorescent lights hanging overhead. In Reigen's left hand he carries a phone, and he is in the midst of a conversation. REIGEN: I— yes sir, no I understand. Reigen stumbles slightly as he pushes open the door leading outside and into the Cambry District. It is nighttime, with orange-tinted streetlights slightly illuminating the stairs leading from the exit door and into a large alleyway. There is a dumpster several meters away, with trash overflowing onto the ground. REIGEN: The reason the GALC terminal didn't work yesterday was — yes, someone misrouted the serial cable again. I promise you the actual program was working fine before I left. Reigen walks down the stairs and turns left, navigating to the end of the alley and into Clanken Street. REIGEN: I'm alright, Jeremy. Just… yeah. But I'll let you go — sorry again. Reigen coughs as he walks down Clanken Street. The road is notably desolate — office buildings tower over him as he walks past an empty bus stop. REIGEN: Don't worry, I'll be fine. See you tomorrow. The phone call is disconnected as Reigen passes another smaller alley, approaching a nearly vacant parking lot. Several digital billboards can be seen cycling through nightly advertisements in the distance. Reigen continues approaching the middle of the parking lot as he searches his pockets. Dark shadows can be seen darting along the pavement, but Reigen pays no attention. REIGEN: (Offhand) Goddamnit, where did they go…? Reigens fumbles his hands in his pockets more as he continues walking. After a moment his hand slips out, and his wallet falls onto the ground. He stops and leans downward, cursing softly as he reaches for his wallet. The feed slightly distorts as Reigen is suddenly pushed away from his wallet, into a nearby parked vehicle. He grunts as he slams into the passenger door. After a moment of laughter and heckling, Reigen looks up to see a gang of men wearing balaclavas and dark hoodies looking toward him. UNKNOWN: Ah, shit, sorry man. (He pauses) This yours? Some of the members laugh nearby as Reigen stumbles to his feet. He begins to approach the masked individual in front of him. REIGEN: Come on, man. Knock it off I'm just trying to get— A fist darts to the right of Reigen, connecting just above the jawline. He drops to the ground as his knees buckle from the blow. UNKNOWN 2: (Distant) Get his ass! The gang runs up to Reigen, surrounding him before each member begins to kick him in various regions. Reigen curls into a defensive position while the onslaught continues. One-by-one, each member takes turns in attacking him, which continues for nearly a minute. The group momentarily pauses as the sounds of sirens can be heard faintly. UNKNOWN 3: Got the wallet! The group cheers before beginning their retreat. Reigen remains still as the first member spits at him before finally retreating as well. Reigen remains motionless for several minutes, shaking slightly. Finally, Reigen moves his arms underneath his body, slowly standing up. There are cuts and slight bruises around his body, while his left eye is swollen shut, obstructing the video feed by half. Reigen breathes deeply as he makes a final effort to search his pockets, finding nothing of interest beyond a single 20-dollar bill. He sighs defeatedly before walking away from the parking lot and towards Abrashire Road. He continues walking for 15 minutes until stopping at the front entrance of Rothwell Subway Station. He glances around his vicinity before walking down the stairs leading into the station. He enters into a dimly-lit platform, with chipped and grimy tiles lining the walls. A man can be seen leaning against a nearby column, coughing. A full subway train has stopped on the tracks with all of its doors open — which Reigen eventually walks through. Rothwell Subway Station. Reigen walks to the rear of the train, finding a vacant seat along the wall facing the platform. Several minutes pass before the doors leading to the train automatically close. Murmuring and whispering can be heard faintly as the train begins accelerating along the tracks. Reigen retrieves his cellphone and begins navigating through news articles as the train continues traveling. UNKNOWN: Hey. Reigen stops scrolling and looks to his right. An older woman is looking at him. REIGEN: Hi? UNKNOWN: Your face. Are you okay? Reigen strokes the injured side of his face with his hand. His bruises from before have now darkened considerably. REIGEN: Yeah, I'll be alright. Thanks. UNKNOWN: Here. The woman hands Reigen some tissue paper and a bandage, which he accepts. After a pause, Reigen dabs his face with the tissues before applying the bandage, stuffing both into his pocket once he's finished. REIGEN: Thank you again. The woman smiles. UNKNOWN: Where are you heading? REIGEN: Just home. You? UNKNOWN: Meeting someone. Reigen nods before the train begins to slow and screech to a stop. Passengers inside begin to stand and look around as the lights on the train are shut off. Reigen turns off his phone and glances around. The woman speaking to him previously is no longer there. INTERCOM: Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm. The train is now going to temporarily stop— The intercom begins to distort before cutting out entirely. Some passengers begin to vocalize concern as the train rocks slightly. UNKNOWN 2: What was that? The train rocks again. The front passengers begin to retreat towards the back of the train, tripping and falling over legs inside the aisle. Other passengers are either recording with their personal devices or speaking to others. UNKNOWN 3: Everyone alright? Reigen stands up from his chair, only to be immediately slammed backward by the force of an explosion. Passengers scream as metal and plastic snap, with the glass nearby cracking and shattering. The front of the subway car is uplifted in flames while the rear rotates vertically. The impact from the explosion derails the subway car and tips it over inside. Reigen slams into a nearby pole and is knocked to the back of the train. The screams of nearby passengers subside briefly as the subway car finally lays at rest along the tracks. Half of the car has been entirely disconnected from the rest of the train, while the other still continues burning inside. Reigen lays unconscious for 6 minutes before jolting awake. He glances towards his hands and forearms, where his previous bruises and cuts have worsened significantly. Reigen is laying along the floor of the subway tunnel, nearby a broken chair and an unconscious female passenger. He crawls towards the passenger and shakes her. She does not respond. REIGEN: (Weakly) Hello? There is no response. Reigen looks around his vicinity once more. The camera begins to pick up slight distortions along the tunnel walls and the upheaved subway car. Reigen takes several seconds to stare at the anomalies. Textures and graphics begin to load improperly, while passengers move and behave erratically, including the one laying still besides Reigen. REIGEN: What the—? Reigen attempts to reach out toward the aforementioned disturbances but is unable to touch them. The visual anomalies continue for nearly a minute as Reigen regains his composure and glances back toward the female passenger — she is the same individual who sat nearby him earlier in the recording. Reigen rustles the girl's erratic arm a final time, but she is already dead. [END LOG] CLOSING STATEMENT: Local authorities would soon arrive on the scene to aid Reigen and other survivors from the subway car. Later investigations of the incident revealed the presence of 3 different IEDs2 which had been strapped underneath the subway train by a presumed and unknown domestic terrorist. A total of 15 passengers were able to recover, while another 23 had either suffered life-threatening injuries or had died during the incident. Local news outlets would later dub the event as the "Rothwell Subway Train Incident." > Automatically updating content at 22:22. > New messages received. Any progress? Not yet. Still waiting for him to show himself. I've eliminated the most obvious places. His first home's been ransacked completely. Site-03's also been crossed off the list. Has he came back online yet? Not since yesterday. Still doesn't make any sense to me why he's so addicted. Does he really think it'll do anything? Blinded by rage. Just like the rest of them, I suppose. You can't please them all. Speaking of, how does it feel? Replacing Felix as you did. It was a necessary removal. He was a simple man. His ideals for the Foundation were, albeit effective, simple at heart. Is that why you decided to change them? It went far deeper than that, but again it was necessary. Traditions can only last for so long. A change in the world dynamic demands a change in us as well. We can't continue relying on ignorance and playing coy with the unknown. Control is the only way forward. Is that why Thirteen defected? What was he like? He was a loner at heart. Hardheaded, and had a big ego even on his bad days. But he did have one thing going for him — his hands were like magic. You could give him anything and he'd have it fixed the next day. It's the reason why so many of us referred to him as "The Tinkerer." Makes sense. But his pride eventually got the better of him. Like it always does. Which is why you're here now. Doing the dirty work? Quite the contrary. Doing the necessary work. ADDENDUM TWO AUTOMATED DEVIANCE ALERT NAME: Jakob Reigen DATE: September 1st, 2032 RISK: Warning DESCRIPTION: Automated systems have detected suspicious activity from Jakob Reigen (VN024913) and have now flagged the user as "Warning." Said activity has been listed below: Increased levels of anxiety, depression, and general stress. Attempting to interact with BACKROOMS inside SCP-7766.3 Online searches pertaining to "simulated worlds" and "escaping reality." Engaging in online and physical conversations for the purpose of discussing SCP-7766. Increased hostility to peers and other authority figures. As of September 1st, 2032, no immediate action has been deemed necessary. Foundation personnel are advised to continue monitoring VN024913 for further signs of deviance and to eject said individual as required. ADDITIONAL NOTES: On August 30th, 2032, Jakob Reigen was involved in an online conversation between an unknown user claiming to possess knowledge of SCP-7766's "true nature." Said conversation continued for approximately 20 minutes; an excerpt of which has been attached to this report for future reference. anonymous123: I know who you are. And I know what happened to you. greendragon: Prove it then. anonymous123: Your name is Jakob. You work at a dead-end job scraping by in a shared apartment. You just recently survived a fatal crash resulting in the death of over 20 people. You hate ketchup. anonymous123: Did I get it right? greendragon: I mean… yeah ig? greendragon: You could've easily gotten all that from searching my username online and looking through my socials tho. anonymous123: Yea, sure. Because "greendragon" is such a unique username after all. greendragon: Alright, fine. Maybe you just got lucky then, idk. anonymous123: Do you want to know the truth or not? greendragon: I do it's just… look, I've had plenty of people tell me that I'm crazy and stupid for this shit, okay? And it's been getting to me. Bad. greendragon: I'm just trying to be careful, yk? anonymous123: You don't believe that what you're living in is real. greendragon: It's not. greendragon: It can't be. greendragon: Not after what I saw. And even if it was, I wouldn't want to continue living in it. anonymous123: You're talking about the train incident, right? anonymous123: What did you see? greendragon: You saw the footage I sent you. greendragon: I don't know how else to explain it. All those people… they didn't even look real! greendragon: All the walls distorting, and the glitching. The fact that the blood and the gore were all pixelated and fake-looking. Hell, even the fact that I survived is proof enough, right? greendragon: I thought it would go away after a while but now I see it in everything. From the cashiers at the grocery store, to my boss whenever he yells at me, and even to just how we're all alive — right now, at this moment. How we can't possibly be here by chance or something. greendragon: And it's other things too. Like, why can't I remember ever leaving Agate? And how does all of our technology work in the ways that it does? Why does it all seem so scripted, and so perfect? greendragon: It all can't just be a coincidence. I refuse to believe that. anonymous123: It's not. anonymous123: And I can prove how. Not here, obviously. Too many eyes. greendragon: Oh yeah? And why should I believe you? anonymous123: What all do you have to lose? greendragon: You could be a 40-year-old murderer looking for your next victim. anonymous123: Lol. I suppose. greendragon: That's not very reassuring. anonymous123: Maybe not. But I do have the answers you're looking for. anonymous123: The bigger question is: what all are you willing to risk for them? ADDENDUM THREE [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with Reigen walking along the broken sidewalk of Loshure Road in the No Man's District. Most of the streetlights have been torn down, with nearby storefronts either being barred or destroyed entirely. Reigen carries his cellphone in hand, which displays a map pointing him to a nearby location. REIGEN: (Offhand.) This is so stupid. I shouldn't even be here. Reigen scoffs lightly as he turns the corner and walks towards another street, stepping away to avoid a lone stranger laying along the cement. He continues traversing through Audeberry Lane, making another left nearby a burning trash-bin fire. Reigen continues to glance at his phone intermittently to ensure that he is walking to the correct location. Reigen walks for another 13 minutes before finally arriving at the door of Seacrest Hotel, a small 3-story complex sitting within the center of the No Man's District. The door itself is damaged from age, wear, and a series of vacant bullet holes. After a pause, Reigen proceeds to enter the hotel. Reigen walks into a lobby illuminated solely by a small lamp near a front counter desk. The receptionist — an older woman wearing light-blue lipstick with a cigarette burning in her lips — sits in front of an old laptop. As Reigen approaches, an online video can be heard playing loudly from the deivce. REIGEN: Hello…? The receptionist does not react to Reigen. She is identified as Abby by the nametag on her shirt. REIGEN: Would you be able to point me to, uh… to Room 16? The receptionist pauses the video on her laptop and slowly glances over to Reigen. ABBY: Second floor. Fourth room. Reigen thanks the receptionist and walks past the counter, taking a small flight of stairs to the second floor of the Seacrest Hotel. Reigen walks carefully as the steps leading upward are worn and chipped from wear, while segments of the railing are either damaged or missing entirely. Reigen also notices a large cockroach scurry along the ceiling. He takes a deep breath as he continues moving. Screen capture of Rooms 3-5. After several moments of walking, he finally stops in front of the door to Room 16. The surrounding wallpaper is peeling, and the door itself remains illuminated by a red neon sign outside. Reigen goes to knock but pauses, taking a moment to compose himself. After several more deep breaths, he extends his arm to knock, but the door then swings open before he has a chance. UNKNOWN: There you are! A woman, standing at approximately 1.6 meters with long brunette hair, swings the Room 16 door open to greet Reigen. UNKNOWN: What took you so long? REIGEN: I— Reigen pauses briefly. UNKNOWN: You are Jakob, right? REIGEN: I mean — yeah. But— UNKNOWN: But what? Are you expecting some 50-year-old virgin dude or something to be here instead? Reigen attempts to respond but stops. After another pause, the woman scoffs, rolling her eyes while she opens the door for Reigen. UNKNOWN: Just come in. Reigen complies, and the two enter inside. The room itself is in a state of disarray, with trash and other waste filling the table, nearby counters, and even along the uplifted carpet flooring leading into the kitchen and dining rooms. Couch cushions and wall decor are haphazardly tossed aside while electrical outlet covers and other electronics have been torn apart, exposing bare wires and other mechanical parts. REIGEN: Lovely place you have here. UNKNOWN: You like it? REIGEN: Yeah, yeah. Has its own sense of, uh… Reigen glances down to see several rats scurrying along the baseboards. REIGEN: … character. UNKNOWN: I'm glad you noticed. I just finished checking for bugs a few minutes ago. The woman drops a set of keys on a nearby kitchen table. Reigen sits down on the sofa in the living room. UNKNOWN: I never actually introduced myself, did I? The name's Adrian Fryar. Adrian turns over to face Reigen. ADRIAN: And I'm sure you have questions, right? REIGEN: Just a few. (Clearing his throat) If you don't mind me asking, who exactly are you? ADRIAN: I just gave you my name. What more do you need? REIGEN: I mean, yeah but that doesn't tell me anything. Who is Adrian? How did you get here? ADRIAN: Hm… okay. Adrian moves over to the kitchen sink and opens the faucet tap. ADRIAN: I can at least answer that second part of your question. Water continues rushing as Adrian grabs a soap bottle on the counter. ADRIAN: I used to be an ex-contractor for the city, a long time ago. They hired me for small things — whatever physical labor the local government needed. You know, for work like cleaning, lawn care, construction…? Reigen vocalizes in confirmation. ADRIAN: It was simple, really. I did whatever I was told and they paid me enough to scrape by. The faucet tap is shut off. Adrian moves to the opposite counter to dry her hands with a hanging rag cloth. ADRIAN: But then I started to notice things. People who didn't really look normal, or random doors and buildings that didn't have any purpose. The shit you might see in an unfinished video game or something. And then it all started to get worse. REIGEN: Worse as in…? ADRIAN: I started asking questions. And people began to notice. Big people too — the local politicians or the corporate heads in Diamond — and they didn't like it. Adrian walks around the counter and moves to a chair in the living room. ADRIAN: They hated it, even. Then suddenly there I was — jobless, alone, and left with only more questions than answers. Adrian pauses. ADRIAN: Now here we are. Silence ensues for several seconds. Reigen shifts in his seat. ADRIAN: Is that really all the questions you had then? REIGEN: No, sorry. (Coughs slightly) I also wanted to ask you about something from our chat earlier. ADRIAN: What about it? REIGEN: You profiled me so easily in our chat. How did you do it? Adrian stands up from her chair and outstretches her hands. ADRIAN: It's simple really. Adrian cracks a smile as the room begins shaking slightly. After another moment Adrian begins to recite several unknown phrases, causing the room to tremble more. She rotates her outstretched palms upwards towards the ceiling as the air above begins to crack and expand. A few seconds later, her hands ignite into controlled white flames, which she holds for several seconds. Reigen reels backward at the sight of flames. ADRIAN: Once you learn that there's a system that actually exists, you can also learn how to control and manipulate it. Adrian dissipates the fire in her hands. The room goes quiet for several seconds. ADRIAN: We're always being watched by this place. It's just a matter of finding where you are inside it. REIGEN: You make it sound easy. ADRIAN: Well, I'm simplifying it some. There's a lot more to it but that's something I can't just explain to you. Not until you figure it out for yourself. Reigen leans back towards Adrian. REIGEN: So… what about all the proof you mentioned too? Was that it? ADRIAN: The flames? No, not even close — and anyways that's not the question you should be asking. REIGEN: Why not? ADRIAN: What you're wanting isn't something you can find tangibly — not right now, at least. Even if it were, I wouldn't just be carrying it around in a dump like this. REIGEN: So how do we get it? ADRIAN: That depends. How badly do you want it? Reigen pauses and glances down at the floor. REIGEN: Well, I am here, aren't I? That has to count for something. ADRIAN: It's something, sure. But is it worth breaking into one of the biggest corporate buildings in Agate for it? [END LOG] ADDENDUM FOUR NOTE: On September 28th, 2032, Foundation officials were alerted of an incident at the Aregonyx World Building, located several blocks from the Diamond District. Transcribed below is a series of recordings from Reigen's optical lens camera, security feeds surrounding the premises of the World Building, and several audio channels that were captured shortly after the incident occurred. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins inside a moving vehicle, heading westbound into SCP-7766's city circle. In the driver's seat sits Reigen with both hands on the wheel. In his right ear sits a small listening device. REIGEN: Are you sure about this? Reigen makes a right turn along Shatterlend Street, slowing to avoid a larger truck in front of him. REIGEN: What happens if we get caught? ADRIAN: (Over microphone) Relax, it'll be fine. Like I told you — just trust the game plan. Reigen accelerates into the left lane, preparing to make another turn. He crosses into 6th Street moments before the light changes to red. REIGEN: What do you mean "trust the game plan?" I still don't know why we're even going to the World Building. ADRIAN: I thought it was obvious? The microphone cuts out momentarily as Reigen re-adjusts the listening device in his ear. ADRIAN: —wait, don't you work for Aregonyx, actually? REIGEN: As a programmer, yeah. For one of the plants on the opposite side of the city. ADRIAN: Then you should be well aware of how big Aregonyx is here in Agate. Does it really need to be explained? REIGEN: I'm the one who has to trespass onto a highly secured 60-floor facility, so yes, it does. Reigen stops the car at another red light. He is close to the Aregonyx World Building. REIGEN: Look, wouldn't it just be easier to find some data center out in Redline and get our information from there? ADRIAN: Aregonyx provides over 65% of the city's budget, equipment, and physical infrastructure. So even if we did that, we'd still probably be messing with Aregonyx's technology. Reigen sighs as he continues driving towards the center of Agate. ADRIAN: Besides, Agate has no reason to store any of its data locally. Everything is uploaded to a larger cloud which then routes to God-knows-where. Aregonyx, on the other hand, is going to have local copies of pretty much everything in the World Building. REIGEN: (Scoffs) So that means trespassing is our only option? ADRIAN: Didn't I just say to relax? You're not going to get caught — corporate data breaches are among the most exaggerated forms of IT scare-porn you can possibly find out there. REIGEN: That doesn't suddenly make it not exist! ADRIAN: Look, even if someone did figure you out, what would it matter? Aren't we doing this so we can find a way out of this place? Reigen groans as the vehicle finally ceases movement. After a short pause, Reigen grabs the keys from the ignition and proceeds to exit the driver's seat. He closes the door behind him and begins walking around the city circle. Numerous citizens can be seen walking around him, most of which are heading toward a central fountain. Aregonyx World Building, among others. REIGEN: Just got out of the car. Heading to the front doors of the World Building now. Adrian takes a long, deep breath as he continues walking. ADRIAN: Great. Now just relax and stay focused. Remember who you are, got it? Reigen glances down at his clothing. He is wearing brown khakis and a collared shirt with a dragon emblem on his left breast. REIGEN: Aaron Fryar. Lennavo contractor, right? ADRIAN: Exactly. One of Aregonyx's largest vendors. They supply most of Aregonyx's employees with personal computers and cellphones. Reigen continues to approach the World Building on foot; he is struggling to control his breathing. ADRIAN: Are you okay? You don't have to actually do this, you know. REIGEN: Look, I'll be fine. It's just…. how do you know this is going to work? ADRIAN: Glad you asked. Adrian is briefly interrupted on the microphone by the sound of something crumbling. ADRIAN: Couple of weeks ago there was this email leak from one of the internal IT departments about a joint agreement between Aregonyx and Lennavo. Adrian pauses briefly. After a moment something can be heard being crunched. ADRIAN: (Somewhat muffled) Apparently Lennavo was only in charge of supplying them with PCs and stuff, you know? (She pauses again.) But then people kept breaking them, and stuff went missing, blah-blah-blah until finally, Lennavo said that they wanted to be in charge of all the troubleshooting and repair for their equipment. REIGEN: Okay, sure. ADRIAN: Makes sense, right? (Another pause) Anyway, there was this huge scheduling issue with another company that… (Microphone static) …essentially made it impossible for Lennavo to get their contractors set up with badge access to, well, actually get into Aregonyx and fix their equipment. The microphone cuts out once more as Reigen approaches the front steps. ADRIAN: Which means that all of the Lennavo guys can just schedule an appointment and enter inside the building with almost zero oversight. (Crunching again) How crazy is that? REIGEN: I— okay, wait a minute, are you… eating chips right now? ADRIAN: (Muffled) Yeah? They're Lay's. REIGEN: I am mere moments away from trespassing into one of the most highly-secured buildings in the entire city — trembling in abject fear, by the way — while you're sitting comfortably behind a mic eating… Lay's chips? ADRIAN: Look… (Another pause) …you got this, man. A large crunch distorts the microphone. REIGEN: Unbelievable. ADRIAN: Just tell them you have an appointment at 3 for Room 156 — I made sure it wasn't booked for you. Should just be an easy walk-in and walk-out. Reigen groans once more as he walks into the Aregonyx World Building. The video perspective then shifts to one of the nearby security cameras monitoring both the building's receptionist desk and the front doors. Reigen can be seen walking into an expansive waiting area. Large chandeliers, exquisite furniture, and other items decorate the floor's interior space. His head turns from side to side, while he stumbles past a set of chairs sitting along the wall. A small line stands in front of the receptionist's desk. Reigen stands behind and waits patiently as the line begins to dwindle. REIGEN: (Whispering) Once I'm in 156, what happens then? ADRIAN: You have the flash drive, don't you? REIGEN: It's in my pocket. ADRIAN: Good, make sure you hold on to it. That thing was fucking expensive. Reigen approaches the desk. The receptionist behind the counter is identified as "Sandra." SANDRA: Welcome to the World Building — how can I help you? REIGEN: Uh— Reigen forces a smile. REIGEN: Hi. SANDRA: Hello, sir. (She pauses) How can I help you? REIGEN: I have a meeting today in Room 156. SANDRA: A meeting? Sandra pauses briefly, glancing down at her computer monitor and typing on her keyboard. SANDRA: Are you sure it's for a meeting? Room 156 is already booked. ADRIAN: (Over microphone) No, dumbass, it was for an appointment. REIGEN: Ah, sorry, I got mixed up — it's for an appointment. For Aaron? Sandra nods her head and moves her mouse aside. SANDRA: Ah, there it is! And you're with Lennavo? REIGEN: Correct. SANDRA: Do you have your badge on hand? Reigen pauses. REIGEN: No? I don't need one, do I? SANDRA: Yes, you do. A badge is always needed to access the upper floors. REIGEN: I thought there were some recent issues with that? SANDRA: There was. Several weeks ago — but we were supposed to have already figured it out by now. REIGEN: My supervisor wasn't aware of that. Sandra takes a moment to stare at her computer monitor. SANDRA: Give me just a moment to contact someone. Sandra smiles as she leaves her chair and walks into a door along the far wall. Reigen sighs after a moment, taking a look around his immediate vicinity. It only takes several minutes before Sandra returns to her desk. SANDRA: Sorry for the wait, sir. REIGEN: Not to worry. SANDRA: Go ahead to the elevator. Someone should be able to escort you once you make it onto Floor 57. Sandra nods her head to the far right wall where several elevator doors can be seen. SANDRA: One of those over there should work for you. Reigen nods and thanks the receptionist before departing. After another moment Reigen reaches the sixth elevator and walks inside. The camera perspective shifts back to Reigen's optical lens camera. ADRIAN: You still alive? REIGEN: (Whispering) Yes I'm fucking alive. No thanks to your bogus intel or anything. ADRIAN: I did tell you it was a few weeks old. REIGEN: Like that matters! You're supposed to be helping me here, not getting me into more trouble. ADRIAN: Keep your panties on. You made it, that's all that matters. The two pause as Reigen pushes button 57 on the elevator panel. After several seconds the outside doors close and the elevator begins to ascend. REIGEN: This flash drive. What does it do? ADRIAN: Frankly, I'm not sure. Microphone cuts out slightly as the sound of typing from Adrian can be heard faintly. ADRIAN: Bought it from a guy who knew a guy. Should let me just remotely connect into whatever you shove it into. REIGEN: Like a server or something, right? ADRIAN: Yeah, that's the idea. But you won't find any in 156. REIGEN: Then where would they be? ADRIAN: There's a server rack in Room 161 you'll need to use. REIGEN: And I'm going to get in there how…? ADRIAN: There's a door inside 156 that should lead you directly inside 161. REIGEN: Sounds easy enough. ADRIAN: Well… it's a bit more complicated than that. REIGEN: Why, are all the doors locked? ADRIAN: By a smart card reader, yeah. Luckily though they're pretty old equipment and we should be able to get through them by just smashing the readers. REIGEN: And no one would know? ADRIAN: Not until you leave. But right now we just need to worry about your escort — where are you at in the Elevator? Reigen glances up at the elevator control panel. REIGEN: Floor 52 right now. ADRIAN: Okay, just… just find some way to get rid of your escort. REIGEN: "Get rid of him?" I thought that was your jo— The elevator rings as the doors open in front of Reigen, into a long hallway stretching to the opposite side of the building. Standing along the left wall is an older man. He is approximately 2.1 meters in height, wearing dark clothing with "STL" embroidered into his breast pocket. UNKNOWN: (Glancing towards Reigen) Aaron? REIGEN: That's correct. Reigen steps outside the elevator and approaches the man. The escort has his left hand extended towards Reigen, who shakes it. UNKNOWN: John. Nice to meet you. REIGEN: You as well. JOHN: Ready to go? Reigen nods, and the two begin walking down the hallway. The duo continues through the hallway until making a left turn into an open office. Several rows of cubicles fill the central region of the office, with employees and office printers filling the outer walkways. The two continue through the office until making a right turn toward a nearby water dispenser. World Building Floor 57. JOHN: Room 156. What's wrong with it? REIGEN: The, uh — The work order mentioned something about a projector. JOHN: There's a projector in there? REIGEN: Maybe it's something else. Could've gotten it confused with another order. JOHN: I see. The microphone in Reigen's ear emits static briefly. ADRIAN: —he (Static) —room. Head there. REIGEN: (Whispering) What? JOHN: Huh? John turns around towards Reigen, who then stumbles behind him. Reigen jerks up to face John. REIGEN: Oh, sorry. Nothing important — thought I saw the printer over there doing something weird. Reigen points to a printer along the corner of the office. John nods in reply. JOHN: Are you gonna check that out too while you're here? REIGEN: Don't see why not. John nods again before turning back around and walking. Reigen again follows him. ADRIAN: The restroom. Head there. Reigen and John pass the open office and into another hallway. After making another right turn the two stop in front of Room 156. JOHN: Here you are. REIGEN: Thanks, I appreciate it. (Pausing.) Would you also be able to point me to the restroom? Might need to make a quick trip before I get started. JOHN: Sure. John points to a far door at the end of the hallway. JOHN: That one should be open. REIGEN: Thanks. Reigen departs and walks over to the door, making his way inside. The bathroom is vacant, with only a small toilet and a sink. There is a dim fluorescent light overhead. Tiling fills the floors and upper walls of the room itself. REIGEN: Okay, okay, I'm here. What now? ADRIAN: Give me a second. Reigen sighs as Adrian begins typing on her keyboard. The two remain silent for several minutes. Reigen begins to pace back and forth while he waits for Adrian. REIGEN: Still waiting. ADRIAN: Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Had to find some more floor plans for the upper levels. REIGEN: You had to find them? From where? ADRIAN: Online. Where else? REIGEN: You're joking. ADRIAN: The internet is our best weapon here! REIGEN: Alright — fine, whatever, just please get me out of here. ADRIAN: Okay, hang on. Adrian goes quiet for several seconds. ADRIAN: Got it. There is a slight bell sound from the microphone. ADRIAN: That bathroom you're in. Do you see a vent somewhere? REIGEN: A vent? Reigen looks around his immediate vicinity. After a moment of searching, Reigen is able to locate a small vent directly above the toilet. REIGEN: No way. ADRIAN: What do you mean "no way?" REIGEN: Do you not realize how small that thing is? Reigen jumps on top of the toilet and inspects the vent. ADRIAN: It's not small at all! I could easily fit in that. REIGEN: I don't even think a child could fit in this vent Adrian. ADRIAN: Come on wuss. You're already there — do you want to get this over with or not? There is a brief pause. REIGEN: I swear to God if you get me stuck— ADRIAN: I won't man, just trust me. I've gotten you this far, haven't I? Reigen scoffs slightly as he rips the vent off the wall and places it on the sink. After a few deep breaths, Reigen lifts himself up into the vent — shoving his arms forward to provide enough clearance for his head and torso. He grunts as he wiggles his way deeper inside. The metal sheeting surrounding him buckles slightly with the added weight, but does not warp or break. Reigen finally fits his body into the vent with mild effort. He begins to crawl with his forearms and feet. The vent continues to creak and groan as he continues. Sweat drips in front of the camera after several minutes of crawling. REIGEN: Where in the hell am I going, Adrian? ADRIAN: You're getting closer — just keep going. Reigen grunts as he finally crosses over the bathroom and above the hallway. Security cameras outside do not detect any disturbances. The hallway is also vacant with the exception of one employee entering an unknown room. ADRIAN: Jakob you're too loud. Shut up before someone hears you. REIGEN: (Whispering) Why don't you fit your ass inside a cramped vent and see how it feels? Reigen continues crawling for several more minutes. By this point he is now just above Room 161. ADRIAN: Okay you can drop down now. You should be clear. REIGEN: Drop down? Where? ADRIAN: Should be a supply vent nearby you can use. Reigen takes several seconds to search his surroundings before eventually dropping through a nearby ceiling vent. He is now standing in a dark room — lights and dials can be seen flickering indiscriminately. Reigen outstretches his arms and begins feeling his immediate vicinity for a light switch, which he finds after some time. The room illuminates to a small server room housing only 2 open server racks. After searching his pockets, Reigen finally retrieves a small USB device, which he connects to an open server port. The device suddenly lights up red and begins flashing. REIGEN: Alright, it's connected. Reigen exhales and wipes sweat off his brow. REIGEN: I'm never crawling through vents again. ADRIAN: Never say never. The clicking of a keyboard can be heard. ADRIAN: Connecting now. The USB stick suddenly flashes green. ADRIAN: Boom. You should be able to remove the stick now — I can stay backdoored so long as the server doesn't power off. Reigen complies with her request as she hums in the microphone. He begins to pace once more as several minutes pass by. Outside security cameras still do not detect anything abnormal. REIGEN: Have you found anything yet? ADRIAN: Not quite — still shuffling through a shit-ton of data. REIGEN: Is there something I can do in the meantime? I don't want to just stand here like a moron. ADRIAN: I don't know? Just keep yourself busy for a second. Reigen coughs while Adrian begins to crunch on more chips. The two remain silent for roughly 4 minutes until Reigen's listening device emits more static. ADRIAN: What the—? REIGEN: What? ADRIAN: Found something. It's small, but there's a mention of "the Outside" and a "Depot" in a few of these memos. REIGEN: The Outside? Like, outside Agate? ADRIAN: Trying to figure that out now. Furious typing ensues for several seconds. ADRIAN: There's another— uh-oh. REIGEN: Uh-oh? Suddenly, the room is engulfed in red light. Security cameras and other devices are activated outside the room. Security alarms are heard ringing throughout the 57th floor. Back inside the server room, Reigen jumps in apparent shock, glancing around to look at the lights and alarms above him. REIGEN: Adrian! ADRIAN: I didn't mean to! Reigen darts to the front of the door, stopping just as he reaches the handle. REIGEN: I think people are coming! Outside security cameras pick up numerous noises but have yet to detect outside movement. ADRIAN: You need to get out right now. REIGEN: Get out where?! ADRIAN: Use the vent again, dumbass! REIGEN: I swear to God— ADRIAN: Hurry up or you're gonna get caught! Reigen groans again as he jumps back up into the open vent, hurriedly crawling inside. After struggling to fully squirm inside, he finally manages to crawl into the vent and out of Room 161. He is now above the hallway again, just as people begin running past the camera and into the previous room. REIGEN: Where am I going now? ADRIAN: It doesn't matter. Just get out of there! Reigen grunts once more before crawling further into the ventilation. After some time the vent begins to incline upward, presumably into a higher floor level. Reigen successfully climbs up the vent and is now inside Floor 58, the highest floor accessible to Aregonyx employees. ADRIAN: Can you still hear people? REIGEN: Not really — now there's just noise from all the fans. ADRIAN: Okay, perfect. Try and find an open elevator or a fire escape somewhere — that'll be your only chance to get out of there. Reigen grunts in the affirmative while he continues crawling. This continues for upwards of 7 minutes until Reigen stops. REIGEN: Adrian? ADRIAN: Yes? REIGEN: I think I hear something. Adrian pauses. ADRIAN: What do you hear? REIGEN: It's faint, but I think I hear someone… talking? ADRIAN: Okay… and? Why does that matter right now? REIGEN: Who all is up on this floor? ADRIAN: Floor 58? Maybe like an executive or someone. REIGEN: Okay, I'm getting closer then. ADRIAN: No, wait, don't— Adrian groans as Reigen continues crawling until, eventually, he reaches another vent peering into Room 166. Inside the room, a large glass window covers most of the back wall, while the rest of the walls are covered with bookshelves, paintings, shelving, and additional wall decor. In the central area of the room sits a large wooden desk with an unknown man sitting at his chair. He has a laptop in front of him, which shows a blank screen and a microphone near the center. UNKNOWN: —what do you mean our new shipment will be delayed? A female voice responds. UNKNOWN 2: I don't know what else to tell you, Samuel. They can't come up with new people out of thin air. UNKNOWN: I understand that, but at the same time I'm barely working off fumes here! Reigen squirms closer to the vent while the meeting continues. UNKNOWN: I mean, what am I supposed to do? You keep moving all of our people off-site and then suddenly nothing gets done out here. UNKNOWN 2: I can't control that. That's something you need to discuss with the regional team— UNKNOWN: I can't! They won't listen to me. UNKNOWN 2: And you think me asking them will make any difference? UNKNOWN: I don't care who does it. The bottom line is that I can't keep this up if you and your people can't supply me with enough agents back home. Either you can do this now, or you can tell to the representatives why their little pet project failed! The man slams his laptop lid down, jumping up from his chair. UNKNOWN: (Clearing his throat) God damnit, why are the alarms still going off? The man storms to the door leading into an outward hallway and walks outside. Reigen, still inside the vent, waits several seconds before ripping off the cover away from the wall. After another moment Reigen hops down onto the office floor. REIGEN: Wonder what that was about. ADRIAN: Grab his laptop. REIGEN: What? ADRIAN: Grab it! Reigen complies with her demand and takes the laptop in his hands. REIGEN: Have it. Now what? ADRIAN: Just take it with you. I need to figure out who owns it and what all it has saved — it could be worth something if it's from an executive. REIGEN: Makes sense. ADRIAN: For right now, just focus on escaping. Reigen scans the room a final time before exiting. After navigating through Floor 58 for nearly 3 minutes, Reigen locates a staircase leading down. REIGEN: Do you think this'll work, Adrian? ADRIAN: It's probably better than the elevator if that's what you're asking. Just try to hurry up before they lock the entire place down. Reigen nods and begins to make his way down. The entire trip takes nearly 9 minutes, with Reigen complaining intermittently throughout. Stairs leading to Floor 1. Reigen finally arrives at Floor 1 of the facility and exits out of the staircase. He is once again briefly caught by security cameras in the lobby, yet nobody stops him as he makes his way to the entrance of the building and back outside. Reigen quickens his pace as he walks into the city circle and around the central fountain. REIGEN: Holy shit. ADRIAN: What? REIGEN: I'm out. I'm actually out. ADRIAN: Good. REIGEN: And in one piece! ADRIAN: I knew you would make it. Reigen eventually reaches his car, entering into the driver's seat and dropping the laptop on his passenger's side. REIGEN: What now? ADRIAN: Head back to the hotel — we'll figure out our next move there. [END LOG] > Error detected! Your access request has timed out. > Please wait as the necessary system configurations and access settings are downloaded again… > … > Downloaded successful. Continuing to documentation… > If this error persists, please confirm your internet connection or contact your IT Administrator for assistance. ADDENDUM FIVE [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins at the kitchen table of Adrian's Seacrest Hotel room. It is notably cleaner than it was previously, with the trash now gone and the carpets vacuumed. REIGEN: So this… Outside, right? What is it? ADRIAN: I'm not really sure. Everything I could find from our little infodump was explicitly vague about it. REIGEN: You atleast found something, right? Even just a scrap of information? ADRIAN: I could find some things. I know that it's not talking about outside Agate, if that means anything. REIGEN: That is something, I guess. ADRIAN: I also know that whatever this Outside is, it's also supplying Aregonyx with people. REIGEN: People? Aren't they already one of Agate's biggest companies? ADRIAN: Not one of, the biggest company in Agate. REIGEN: Then why would they possibly need more? ADRIAN: Come on, Jakob, connect the dots here. Aregonyx is already pretty big, right? Why else would they need more? REIGEN: Well, I can think of a few reasons at least. Maybe they're experiencing high turnover rate, or they're building another plant somewhere? ADRIAN: You're still not getting it, dumbass. Reigen scoffs as Adrian jumps out of her chair and into the kitchen. ADRIAN: Aregonyx supplies Agate with everything. Income, infrastructure, technology — do you really think they don't also supply them with people too? REIGEN: It's a possibility. ADRIAN: Not just regular workers either. But even just politicians, social workers, medical professionals, the whole 10 yards. Millions of people, all of whom are probably ingrained in every level of government and society. REIGEN: And all of them working under the same corporate umbrella, right? ADRIAN: Bingo! Now you're starting to get it. Adrian comes back to the kitchen table after grabbing a bag of gummy candies. ADRIAN: So you have all of these people trying to come into the same place. A place that, for all intents and purposes, has no room for them, right? REIGEN: Sure. ADRIAN: How do they all fit? Where do they go, and what about everyone else who's still here? REIGEN: Well… He pauses. REIGEN: Maybe they're being cycled through? ADRIAN: Yeah? And where are those people going? REIGEN: … the Outside? ADRIAN: Boom — the Outside. Something that's apparently far beyond Agate. Maybe even far beyond this world, if this infodump tells me anything. REIGEN: So we need to find that then, right? ADRIAN: What we need to find is that Depot, or whatever facility they use to receive and process their new people. But even finding that is half the battle. Actually being able to escape through it is a whole other issue entirely. REIGEN: And we have no idea how to do that. ADRIAN: Well.. we don't. I'm sure Aregonyx does. Or, at the very least, someone working closely with Aregonyx. REIGEN: I mean, I worked for Aregonyx and all of this stuff is new to me. ADRIAN: So did I — which means we're probably not apart of the system. So we need to find someone else. Someone higher up the corporate ladder. Adrian bites off the head of her gummy bear candy and swallows. ADRIAN: Not just anyone though. Especially if we're in a simulation — who knows what sort of programming they're all running on. REIGEN: Programming? ADRIAN: Yeah, dumbass. Why else do you think so many of us just live our lives here without a second thought? The two pause. REIGEN: So, that's it then? Game over? ADRIAN: Not exactly. She swallows the rest of her gummy bear candy. ADRIAN: There is… someone. Someone who probably knows all about Aregonyx and the Outside. REIGEN: And someone who is willing to work with us, right? ADRIAN: Maybe. REIGEN: "Maybe?" ADRIAN: Look, Ryan and I had… differences, okay? He wasn't just happy with knowing the truth like I was, no. He wanted to adamantly destroy it. And everyone inside. She pauses. ADRIAN: And I didn't agree with that. Then he got sick of it and vanished. Ever since I haven't been able to find him, and trust me, I've looked everywhere. Adrian is silent for nearly a minute, her head tilted down in apparent thought. ADRIAN: But… now that I think about it: maybe we don't actually need to go out searching? REIGEN: Why? Do you know how we can find him? ADRIAN: Something better. Adrian grabs a TV remote and turns on the nearby living room television. ADRIAN: I know how he can find us. The screen activates to a helicopter view of the Aregonyx World Building, hours after authorities were alerted of a possible break-in. Images of Reigen entering the building are flashed on-screen with a caption reading "Do you know this man?" [END LOG] > Opening SMS client at 23:24. Fish caught the bait. I'm en-route now. Great news. How far? Not very. Take a nice, long nap and I'll be done by the time you wake up. You never cease to impress me Seven. Quit with the flattery. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I couldn't care less about you or whatever else you have going on. I was being sincere. After all, we can't be a team without working together. After Thirteen's gone I'll make sure you stay busy. How many others are there? Of the ones who defected? Plenty. And it's all part of the same transition. Transition? What do you mean? I thought you said you didn't care about me or my plans? Don't tell me you've had a change of heart now. I don't. And I haven't. But that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be curious. I suppose. You never answered my question. When you think of the word "transition," what springs to mind? I assure you this is no different. Out with the old, and in with the new. You make it sound easy. It is. It's just like renovating a house, even. You have to focus on the main goal. Even if that means getting your hands messy sometimes so you can rip out the imperfections. ADDENDUM SIX DIGITAL WEBCRAWLER REPORT DATE OF OCCURENCE: October 4th, 2032 INVOLVED USERS: greendragon, darkseider12 AFFECTED WEBSITE(S): 64chan.com DESCRIPTION: Digital webcrawlers within SCP-7766 have alerted Foundation personnel to the following message having been posted on 64chan, a popular forum website with over 12,000 active members: It was me. I was the one who broke inside the World Building. Now I need help finding someone. The post achieved a total of 1.5k upvotes and 254 comments, congregating into a total of 3.6k unique interactions by online users. The post itself was later contained and archived by automated programs, with the poster identified as greendragon. Reception of the post was mostly negative by recorded interactions. A majority of comments were predominately skeptical and/or accusatory, whilst another several were identified as general spam. Said comments have now either been scrubbed or otherwise isolated from the general public. All history of the post has been erased with the exception of one private interaction made between greendragon and user darkseider12 on October 7th, 2032, which was recorded and documented by automated programs: darkseider12: Who are you? greendragon: Why would I tell you that? Lol. darkseider12: Because I know what you're trying to accomplish here. greendragon: Do you now? Because I don't think you actually do. darkseider12: Don't play dumb with me. darkseider12: Someone put you up to this, right? darkseider12: I bet I know who she is. greendragon: She? darkseider12: Are you really going to drag this out? greendragon: Look, I don't even know who you are dude. greendragon: Cut me some slack here. darkseider12: Adrian did this. Is that right? greendragon: It is. greendragon: Are you the insider she was talking about? darkseider12: Ah. darkseider12: I think I get it now. darkseider12: You were wanting this to happen. greendragon: Are you the insider? Or are you not? darkseider12: I guess you could say I was an Aregonyx insider. darkseider12: But that was a long time ago — even before Adrian met me. darkseider12: How is she, btw? greendragon: She's fine. darkseider12: Frankly I'm surprised they haven't ripped her out of the system yet. greendragon: Out of the system? darkseider12: She's a deviant, so yes. darkseider12: Adrian should've been flushed out months ago. darkseider12: I'm shocked that she hasn't yet, honestly. I'm guessing she's been disconnected and they haven't been able to pull the plug yet. greendragon: Deviant? Flushed…? greendragon: Look, whatever. Are you willing to help us or not? greendragon: We're just trying to escape. darkseider12: Hm. darkseider12: Enticing. darkseider12: But no. greendragon: What? Why? darkseider12: Because there's nothing in it for me. darkseider12: And for all I know you could be a corrupt AI or an undercover agent. darkseider12: Why should I risk that? greendragon: I'm not an agent. greendragon: What is it going to take to convince you that I'm not a bad guy? I already risked my life sneaking into the World Building. greendragon: And you know that I'm with Adrian. greendragon: What more do you need? darkseider12: Insurance. darkseider12: I'm not going to risk all my progress in bringing this system down for someone like you. greendragon: Look, Adrian mentioned that you were… destructive. Right? greendragon: What if I help you destroy something? Will that work? darkseider12: And how will you do that? greendragon: If you can get me inside, I'll do whatever you'll need before Adrian and I escape. greendragon: I'll destroy Aregonyx for you. greendragon: And you can sit comfy in your chair or something. No risk involved. darkseider12: I see. greendragon: Does that sound fairer? greendragon: You wouldn't even need to interact with Adrian and me. darkseider12: Hm… greendragon: Come on, it's the perfect alibi. greendragon: Would you be willing to make that deal? darkseider12: No. Not yet. darkseider12: I want to speak with Adrian first. ADDENDUM SEVEN [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins in the living room of Adrian's Seacrest Hotel room. Adrian is away, rearranging books and other objects on the bookshelf across her kitchen counter. Meanwhile, Reigen sits on the sofa with the television off. It is currently 19:34 local time. REIGEN: Do you think he'll actually show? ADRIAN: Ryan? REIGEN: Yeah. ADRIAN: I don't see why not. Reigen stands up from his chair and looks towards the front door. Nothing is there. REIGEN: What's your story with him? How did you guys meet? ADRIAN: Well… Adrian pauses to grab a book from the top shelf. ADRIAN: We met through Aregonyx, actually. He was my boss's boss at the time. In charge of handling most of the company's workforce and making sure people were working and whatever, right? REIGEN: Okay. Adrian steps back from the bookshelf and observes it briefly. ADRIAN: Anyway, he always came down from Corporate to visit one of my sites. Of course, as the process leader at the time, I was responsible for showing him our progress and letting him know about what we were doing and everything. She pauses again. ADRIAN: I don't really remember how… but we started to see each other more and more. For a while things were stable, but then he started to become more erratic, and really I just wanted to know why I was here, you know? REIGEN: Were you guys, like, together? As a couple? ADRIAN: Well… no, we weren't. It was a lot different than that but it's just… complicated. Reigen looks down towards the ground. REIGEN: I get it. Sorry. ADRIAN: Don't worry about it. All in the past now. The two jump in surprise as pounding can be heard at the door. Reigen glances back at Adrian. She nods her head in response as she walks to the front of the hotel room. After peering through the door's peephole, Adrian unlocks and opens it. On the other side stands a tall, brunette man wearing a black t-shirt. Scars can be seen along his lower eye and his forehead. He is identified as Ryan Hartwell. RYAN: Hi. ADRIAN: Hello Ryan. We were waiting for you. The two pause. RYAN: Can I… come in? Adrian nods and allows Ryan to walk past her. After entering inside Adrian shuts the door and locks it again. The two then walk to the living room, where Reigen still stands. RYAN: So it was you, huh? Never got your name. Reigen nods. REIGEN: Jakob. (He pauses) Heard a lot of good things about you. RYAN: Have you now? Ryan glances over at Adrian briefly before looking back towards Reigen. RYAN: Interesting. Adrian clears her throat. Reigen and Ryan turn towards her. ADRIAN: Are we ready to get started? REIGEN: Right. RYAN: Sure. The group sits down in the living room. Reigen and Ryan are sitting on the couch while Adrian stands nearby the coffee table. ADRIAN: (Towards Ryan) Why did you want to speak with me? RYAN: So I could make sure that our pal Jakob here was the real deal. Ryan glances towards Reigen. RYAN: That was a stupid move, by the way. Advertising yourself online after breaking into Aregonyx. REIGEN: We couldn't think of a better way to get your attention. Adrian thought you could help us. ADRIAN: And besides that, you're the only person I know who still has their executive clearance. RYAN: Maybe. But even if that's the case, what are you two planning to do once you have it? REIGEN: Get to the Outside. RYAN: And how do you plan on doing that? The group goes silent. ADRIAN: When we broke into Aregonyx, we managed to get an infodump from one of the internal servers. Some of the intel from that mentioned a Depot that they were processing new hires from. RYAN: So that's it then? To get out through a Depot? ADRIAN: Sounds about right. RYAN: You make it sound way easier than it is. All the Depots sit right along the city's border, where the new agents actually come in from. All of their locations are also twice as secure as the World Building and kept secret from the public. REIGEN: But you know where one is, right? RYAN: One, maybe. There's a Depot at the very far end of No Man's District — just beyond that old factory they tore out months ago. ADRIAN: Then we use that one. RYAN: Again, it's not that easy. Even if you manage to get inside one, you still have to figure out a way to open the border without people trying to kill you. And then what happens once you're out? ADRIAN: We don't know. And we won't until we actually get to that point ourselves. REIGEN: Speaking of, what about our deal from earlier? RYAN: What about it? REIGEN: You asked to see Adrian first. Now that you've seen her, are you willing to help us out? Ryan pauses in apparent thought and stays that way for several seconds. ADRIAN: Well? Spit it out. RYAN: Not yet. REIGEN: And why not? RYAN: Because there's something I need you to do for me first. REIGEN: Alright, fine. What is it? RYAN: First let's start from the beginning. Ryan crosses his legs on the sofa. RYAN: Aregonyx is in control of everything that happens inside Agate. They are the ones who maintain this system while everyone else inside either rots away or joins them. He pauses. RYAN: The only way that we can fix things is if we bring it down entirely. Destroy it, along with everything else that's in this place. To do that, however, someone has to also deal with Aregonyx. REIGEN: Okay, sure. So what, you want us to help you take down Aregonyx? RYAN: I do, actually. And luckily I have just the plan. Ryan pulls out a small, circular device with a glowing blue diode on the front of it. The device is no larger than 5 centimeters in diameter. RYAN: This is a remote-controlled explosive and an electromagnetic pulse device. They'll blow up and fry any nearby devices within a 3-mile radius. REIGEN: Okay? ADRIAN: Fancy. RYAN: Thanks. (He pauses) Anyway, these little guys have been scattered all throughout both Agate and anywhere else I could find. Ryan hands the device to Reigen. RYAN: While I was able to get most of them deployed, there were a few spots that I wasn't able to reach. One of those spots was the Depot that we've been talking about. REIGEN: Are there any others? RYAN: Yeah, there is. A high-security holding facility located underneath the Redline and Diamond Districts. REIGEN: Let me guess. You're wanting me to get this little device down there and deploy it, right? RYAN: Correct. Once you have that down there, I just need to get to the Depot, activate the devices, and bam. Down goes Aregonyx and Agate. It's that simple. REIGEN: Okay, fine. If I do that, then will you help us escape? RYAN: Sure. If that's what you really want. ADRIAN: Wait a minute — if you couldn't get inside that facility, then why do you think Jakob can? RYAN: That's the easy part. Ryan smiles. RYAN: He just needs to turn himself in. [END LOG] ADDENDUM EIGHT CHANNEL 14 NEWS TRANSCRIPT The following is an excerpt from a special alert that aired on October 7th, 2032, by Channel 14 public news at 6:32 P.M. "Welcome back to live here from Channel 14. I'm Jeanette Long, and today we have just received breaking news as police have reportedly arrested a key suspect from the Aregonyx World Building break-in that occurred in late August. Authorities say that the suspect willingly turned himself into Cambry's precinct office late this evening. It currently remains unclear why the suspect turned himself in; however, several eye-witnesses have confirmed that he did, in fact, confess to the crime upon his arrest." "Jakob Reigen, as seen in this surveillance capture from Aregonyx World Building, was reportedly allowed through the building after claiming to be with Lennavo Incorporated. After 20 minutes, Aregonyx security was notified of an impending data breach on the 57th floor of the facility. Personnel attempted to capture the suspect but were too late to apprehend him before he retreated from the premises. The suspect then made a post online confessing to the crime before arriving at the Cambry precinct earlier today." "The suspect will now be taken into custody and could face upwards of 20 years in prison. Additional investigations are also underway to determine if the suspect was aided by anyone else or if he acted alone. Please stay tuned in to Channel 14 as we continue to update this story when more information becomes available." > Monitoring systems have stopped detecting movement at 23:40. > New messages received. You've stopped moving. You found him, didn't you? Yes. How exciting. What do you plan on doing once you see him? Surely you're not going to just dispose of him and move on. I'm going to do the job I was given. No more. No less. I understand. I'm proceeding on foot now. ETA? A few minutes, maybe? He's not moving either. Perhaps he's stopped inside a safe house somewhere. Is he still online? He is. What a shame. Please let me know once you get things cleaned up. I'll need to make some calls. Understood. You'll be getting another text shortly. ADDENDUM NINE NOTE: The below video was spliced between Reigen's optical lens camera, Aregonyx facility security monitoring systems, and miscellaneous outside devices. Please note that there is also no audio. [BEGIN LOG] Capture begins at the front doors of a small building within the Redline District. There is a blue bus that can be seen circling around the premises before eventually pulling up in front of the facility doors. Inside the bus, several unknown individuals can be seen walking back and forth. "PROPERTY OF THE CITY" has been labeled in large white letters along the outside of the bus itself. After a moment, the bus doors swing open, and several people in grey outfits walk outside. All of the people are handcuffed and collared with unknown devices. Once the prisoners are outside, two officers jump out of the bus as well. The bus doors then close as the vehicle drives off. Prisoners are gathered into a line of 6 before the facility doors also open and they are let inside. The perspective flashes to Reigen's optical camera as the prisoners enter the facility and walk immediately downward via steps. The steps continue on for upwards of nearly 16 minutes before stopping at an elevator. Prisoners are gathered in groups of 2 as they are forced inside the elevator and sent further downward. Reigen and another prisoner are among the last group to enter the elevator. The 6 prisoners are then taken to a holding room immediately outside the elevator doors. They are processed one by one through Aregonyx Security. The prisoners are then provided with new orange jumpsuits and are forced through to the prison showers. They are cleaned, stripped, inspected once more, and then sent to their holding cells to change. Reigen is seen briefly passing through one of the hallway cameras, swishing something back and forth inside his mouth. Nobody detects any abnormalities. Outside the facility, a blue 2008 Kia Rio can be seen parking in the far distance. In the car sits Adrian Fryar, who is on the phone. Adrian then opens a laptop and places it on the passenger seat, typing furiously. Back inside the prison, Reigen has already changed into his new jumpsuit and now sits on his bed. In his hands sits a small listening device and the small EMP device provided to him earlier. He puts the listening device in his ear before suddenly jumping up from his bed and putting the EMP device back in his mouth. Shortly after, a security guard can be seen opening his cell, and he is ushered outside. Reigen is taken to the cafeteria, where he and the other prisoners eat for approximately 20 minutes. The device in Reigen's mouth previously is no longer present. The 6 prisoners are then escorted to the inner recreation center where they stay for another hour. The local time is now 7:30 P.M., and the prisoners are sent once more to their holding cells for the remainder of the night. Once inside his cell, Reigen walks over to the front metal bars and leans on them, peeking outside to see if any guards are patrolling nearby. After confirming that the hall is empty, Reigen looks toward the outside security camera. He winks and smiles before the feed cuts out. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with Reigen looking up at the camera seen in the previous video. From this angle, Reigen is able to view several wards within the facility itself, each containing more cells filled with other prisoners. REIGEN: (Looking towards the camera.) See me? ADRIAN: Sure do. Adrian continues to type. ADRIAN: Where did you put Ryan's little toy? REIGEN: I put it in one of the hallways leading into the cafeteria. I was in the very back and I don't think anyone saw me. Adrian grunts in confirmation. REIGEN: What's the plan on getting out of here? ADRIAN: Give me a second, trying to figure that out now. Reigen groans softly as he steps away from the bars and back onto his bed. He sits on the thin mattress while Adrian remains mute for several minutes. Finally, the lights outside Reigen's cell turn off, and a series of locks can be heard activating throughout the facility complex. Jakob Reigen's cell. UNKNOWN: —ight's out! Shuffling and grunting can be heard from the other cells nearby Reigen. REIGEN: (Whispering) Any progress? ADRIAN: Yeah, yeah sorry. Adrian clears her throat. ADRIAN: How far away is that EMP Ryan gave you? REIGEN: I, uh… I don't know? Maybe a couple of hundred feet? ADRIAN: Okay. Adrian goes silent once more. Intermittent typing can be heard faintly as Reigen stands up again and heads towards the front cell bars. ADRIAN: There is a staircase near the back of the facility. I need you to get over there as fast as possible so we can detonate the EMP and get through the security doors that lead up the stairs and straight to me. REIGEN: Wait, we're detonating them now? ADRIAN: No, not all of them. Just yours so we can get you out. REIGEN: Alright, so how do I get out of here? ADRIAN: I just told you how. REIGEN: No, I mean this stupid cell. How am I going to get out of it? ADRIAN: Oh. (She pauses) Let me see something. Adrian mutes herself once more, which lasts another few minutes. During that time Reigen paces throughout the cell, making sure to jump in bed whenever guards approach with flashlights. The listening device in Reigen's ear suddenly activates as Adrian can be heard grunting in frustration. REIGEN: (Muttering) Sounds like she's having fun. Grunting and yelling continue in Reigen's ear for some time until it finally ceases. ADRIAN: (Offhand) Fuck it. Adrian returns back to her microphone. ADRIAN: Jakob, what cell are you in? REIGEN: Me? Reigen quitely jumps out of his mattress and back to the holding cell bars. He inspects the outside of his cell to determine any visual identifiers. REIGEN: Uh, I don't know… maybe 16? 17? ADRIAN: Okay, hang on. Adrian clicks on her trackpad mouse several times. ADRIAN: So there might be a problem. REIGEN: A problem? What do you mean? ADRIAN: I can't— Furious clicking continues for several seconds. ADRIAN: (Grunts) I can't access your stupid cell door to unlock it! The two pause. REIGEN: So I'm just stuck here? ADRIAN: No, no. I — (Sighs) look, are you standing at the door right now? Adrian looks down at his cell bars and notices the electronic lock situated between him and the outside hallway. The lock sits on the far-right side of the cell door and is contained within a reinforced metal container no larger than 0.3 meters in height. REIGEN: Yeah? I can't do anything with it. ADRIAN: That's fine. Do you remember when you first met me? REIGEN: At the hotel? Yeah. ADRIAN: And you asked how I knew so much about you and I showed you the cool flames or whatever? REIGEN: Yeah, yeah, just get to the point already. ADRIAN: I need you to do something like that for me. But instead of flames, I need you to focus on that cell door and unlock it. Reigen shakes his head in apparent astonishment. REIGEN: You want me to do what? ADRIAN: Look, do you want to get out of here or not? REIGEN: Alright, alright. Reigen lowers himself so he is at eye-level with the electronic lock. REIGEN: Okay, so how do I do it? ADRIAN: Like I told you before, part of it is realizing that you are in control here. Adrian pauses as the microphone goes static briefly. ADRIAN: Think about the system we're living in, right? It's all interconnected. The same thing that allows you to exist in this world is the same thing that's keeping that lock secured. REIGEN: I… okay. I'll try it. Reigen begins to stare at the lock. REIGEN: (Muttering) Just think about the system Jakob. That's all you have to do. Reigen holds his stare for nearly 20 seconds. During that time, the lock ceases any action. Light from the officers' flashlights patrolling the facility briefly illuminates Reigen's cell but does not see him. REIGEN: Adrian this is stupid. I feel like a dumbass here. ADRIAN: Focus then, idiot! REIGEN: Okay! Alright, fine. I'll try again. Reigen rolls his eyes before once again focusing on the lock. He holds his position for several more seconds, peering deeply at the electronic box. ADRIAN: That's it, keep going. REIGEN: I'm trying, here. Reigen holds his pose longer as the electronic box begins to rattle. Rattling continues briefly until finally a soft popping sound can be heard from inside, followed shortly after by the presence of smoke. The door leading into Reigen's cell shifts open slightly as the lock deactivates. No alarms are raised during this event. REIGEN: (Still whispering) Adrian! I did it! ADRIAN: You did? REIGEN: Yeah! The lock — it popped off! Just like that. ADRIAN: Oh, great! (She pauses) Now hurry up and get out before somebody sees you and locks you back inside. Reigen nods his head as he lowers himself closer to the ground and further opens his cell doors. Once accessible, Reigen peeks his head outside and inspects his nearby vicinity. After confirming that no guards are present, Reigen fully steps out of his cell and shuts the door back until the lock clicks back in place. He then proceeds to walk west down the hallway, doing his best to stay quiet. Some prisoners begin to rustle and murmur in their cells but do not notice Reigen as he continues making his way across. After reaching the end, Reigen makes a left turn into a small flight of stairs leading to the first-level floor of the facility. The stairs creak lightly as he walks, but again nobody detects him. Reigen finally makes it to the first floor after some time and pauses. REIGEN: Adrian, where now? ADRIAN: Get through the cafeteria, and across the Warden's office. The stairs will be on the right, next to the officer's locker room. Reigen nods once more, walking along the walls of the first-level ward to avoid detection by nearby lights. He does this for nearly 4 minutes before arriving in an open hallway and taking another right turn. Reigen hurridly continues through the hallway and into the cafeteria, where 2 guards can be seen cleaning the kitchen. Reigen crouches into a crawl and begins making his way through the cafeteria by using the tables as cover. He pauses once he arrives at a door leading into another hallway, making sure the other officers are not paying attention, and then proceeds to enter through it quietly. Reigen is now standing in the Administrative region of the facility. After checking his surroundings, Reigen proceeds through until stopping and turning left into a perpendicular hallway. He is never several meters away from the Warden's office now. REIGEN: Pst. (He pauses) Adrian, are you there? ADRIAN: Yeah? REIGEN: The door leading into the Warden's office. It's wide open. Video feed confirms that the door is, in fact, open. ADRIAN: So? Just walk past it. REIGEN: But the Warden is still in there. What if he sees me? Reigen takes another step closer to the office, which allows the camera to detect distant audio of a man — presumably the Warden — talking on a cellphone. While the conversation itself cannot be discerned, it does appear that there is an argument occurring. ADRIAN: Okay, don't worry about it. Just go. REIGEN: Fine. Reigen stands just past the door. After waiting momentarily, he dashes through the open doorway and across to the other wall. After crossing, however, Reigen immediately freezes. ADRIAN: Did you make it? Reigen shushes Adrian as he peers back into the open doorway. Audio from Reigen's video capture confirms that the Warden is still arguing over his cellphone. REIGEN: Yeah, I think I made it. ADRIAN: Good, are you at the elevator? Reigen makes his way past a row of empty coat racks before finally arriving at the door of the emergency staircase nearby. REIGEN: I am now. ADRIAN: Good. Adrian can be heard typing on her keyboard. REIGEN: Are you going to detonate the—? Reigen is interrupted by the sound of a loud explosion nearby. He quickly covers his ears to protect them from the blast. Almost immediately, shouting can be heard in the distance as lights and other alarms activate briefly before promptly deactivating. The video itself cuts out just as the door next to Reigen can be heard clicking open. [END LOG] >> run cmd.exe > Command received. Opening Administrative command prompt in viewing window… > The window has now been opened. Please input your commands below: >> <Z:\SCIPNET\system> ping F0N71423 > Pinging host F0N71423 (169.236.12.1) with 32 byes of data… > Ping successful. Host responded to ping at 23:51. >> <Z:\SCIPNET\system> locate 169.236.12.1 > Triangulating 169.236.12.1 from recent data… > Location confirmed at -30.36683, 45.81011. This device is located approximately 15 meters away from target IP. >> <Z:\SCIPNET\system> exit > Command received. Closing command prompt… ADDENDUM TEN [BEGIN LOG] The video opens to dash cam footage monitoring the inside of the Blue 2008 Kia Rio seen previously. Inside the vehicle is Adrian Fryar in the driver's seat, who has her back turned to the camera. Far beyond the rear of the car, Jakob Reigen can be seen approaching from the side of the road. Adrian taps on a button on her door and unlocks the car, allowing Reigen to slip inside the passenger's seat. REIGEN: Go, go! Adrian stomps on the gas pedal of the Kio and the car lurches forward at high speeds. Reigen continues to glance upwards at the rear-view mirror as Adrian drives the car through a right turn and into a one-way road heading southbound. Behind them, flames engulf the underground facility that Reigen had retreated from. Several prisoners can also be seen exiting the facility just before it goes out of view by the camera. ADRIAN: Anyone following us? Reigen gets closer to the rear-view mirror before pausing and then turning around to scan the rear of the vehicle. REIGEN: Don't think so. Nobody else was following me when I left either. ADRIAN: Good. In the back are some extra clothes. Put them on. Reigen complies with Adrian's demand and begins changing in the passenger seat. Meanwhile, Adrian can be seen making another right turn into a larger city street, passing a large white van before accelerating into the left lane. Reigen turns toward Adrian as he struggles to put on his shirt. REIGEN: (Muffled) Is Ryan still waiting for us? ADRIAN: Should be. He said that he'd meet us at the front doors — said there might be some trouble though. REIGEN: Trouble? ADRIAN: Yeah. Do you remember that laptop you stole from the executive in the World Building? REIGEN: Yeah, what about it? ADRIAN: That laptop belonged to the Director of Aregonyx. And now apparently he's at the Depot right now. REIGEN: Is that bad? ADRIAN: Yes it's bad. If we thought security was going to be tight before, just imagine how strict they'll be with the literal Director. The two go silent briefly as Adrian stops at a red light. REIGEN: So what's the plan then? ADRIAN: We get inside, and then we stay alive. Adrian accelerates the car as she passes an incoming yellow light. She continues driving for 10 minutes before finally pulling into a small alleyway leading into a secluded parking lot. After some time Adrian finally parks the car and unlocks the front doors. ADRIAN: This is it — I think we're here. Adrian exits out of the vehicle first, followed shortly by Reigen. The duo then proceed to head northbound and into another small alleyway. Along the left wall of the alley sits the remains of a crumbling building with the words "AUTO FACTORY" labeled faintly several meters above them. They continue walking until Adrian finally stops near another wall and places her hand on it. ADRIAN: Here. REIGEN: Here? What do you mean "here?" That's just a wall. ADRIAN: No, dumbass. Look. Adrian shoves her hand into the wall, causing it to go through the cement. After waving her arm slightly she retracts it back to her chest. ADRIAN: The wall is fake. Reigen shakes his head in apparent surprise as Adrian shoves both her arms and eventually herself through the wall. After a brief pause, Reigen follows her, pushing his left arm and right leg until he walks through the wall itself. After entering through to the other side of the wall, Adrian and Reigen walk into the grounds of another parking lot, this time nearby a large military-grade base of operations. The vicinity of the building is protected by a large barbed-wire fence. There is a gate leading directly to the front of the facility, which has been cracked open slightly. Near the front of the doors stands Ryan Hartwell, ushering the duo to come closer. Adrian and Reigen approach Hartwell on foot, arriving shortly after entering the property. Ryan steps aside so the others can enter into the Depot before closing the gate behind them. RYAN: Glad you could make it. Thanks for your help. ADRIAN: Yeah, sure. REIGEN: Where is everybody? Reigen looks around and confirms that no guards or additional personnel are present. RYAN: Everyone is inside right now — that blast from the prison caused a lot of ruckus up here. I told them that there was a medical emergency inside, so we have a few minutes before they come back to patrol. ADRIAN: And what about your plan? Did you get all of your explosives in place? RYAN: I did. REIGEN: When do you plan on detonating those? RYAN: Once you two are in position. We can't do it too soon or they'll close you off from the Outside. RYAN: Here— Ryan hands Adrian a hand-scribbled map. She opens it and shows it to Reigen. RYAN: That will lead you to the control panel that opens the outer border. ADRIAN: Ryan this looks like a 3-year-old drew it. REIGEN: (Pointing at the map) Is that supposed to be "DAR" or "door?" RYAN: Look I didn't have enough time to make the map look pretty, alright?! Ryan scoffs. RYAN: Just hurry up and get in place, before they notice that something's wrong. Adrian and Reigen nod in agreement before entering past the front courtyard and into the front doors. Using the map for guidance, the duo proceeds into a large welcome center with 1 set of double doors leading into the facility. The welcome center is notably desolate, with nobody watching the front desk or monitoring any available camera footage. REIGEN: What's up with this place? Where is everyone? ADRIAN: Maybe they're all with the Director right now. REIGEN: Still… it's just weird to me that nobody is even watching out front for intruders. ADRIAN: Let's not jinx it then. Reigen and Adrian continue past the double doors and take a left turn past the janitor's closet and into a nearby elevator. Consulting the map once more, Adrian leads the elevator down to the final accessible floor. The two then navigate across a network of hallways, avoiding several agents that can be seen walking nearby. Screen capture of Reigen's camera. The two finally arrive at an open region of the facility. The region itself contains several personnel working inside of a large control room with a window facing outward. Beyond the control room sits a large, translucent wall spanning the entire width of the room. The wall itself appears malleable from the outside, akin to being made from a clear jelly or weak resin. Adrian and Reigen navigate along the far wall in order to reach closer to the control room. In order to avoid detection, the two use nearby objects and boxes to hide. In the middle of the room stands the Aregonyx Director identified as Samuel Cain, a 1.9-meter tall caucasian male with blonde hair and stubble along his face. He is in front of the translucent wall, staring through it and onto the other side, which is black. OPERATOR: (From a microphone inside the control room) Almost ready, sir. DIRECTOR: Fantastic. Please have the border prepared as soon as possible. OPERATOR: Understood. Reigen and Adrian freeze behind their cover, looking toward each other. Adrian then retrieves a small phone in her pocket and begins to dial. Reigen attempts to question Adrian but she holds her finger against her lips to indicate silence. After another moment she brings the phone to her ear. ADRIAN: (Whispering into the phone) We're ready. Adrian hangs up the phone moments before a series of explosions, each getting louder between intervals, can be heard from their positions. Said explosions only continue to increase with intensity before the room itself shakes, alongside the translucent wall nearby. The Director freezes, looking around his vicinity to observe the ongoing tremors. The Operators inside the control room panic, and retreat outside to where the Director stands. After a moment, the Director barks at the two Operators to investigate what is occurring above the surface, stating that he will ensure that the border is opened properly. During this event, Adrian and Reigen approach closer to the control room seen earlier. Before they can enter it, however, Adrian stops them. ADRIAN: We have a problem. REIGEN: (Whispering) Yeah? And what's that? Adiran nods her head toward the Director. ADRIAN: Him. REIGEN: Okay, so what do we do? The two pause briefly. ADRIAN: I have an idea. But I need you to get to that control panel right now. REIGEN: Me? And what about you? ADRIAN: Don't worry about that. Adrian shoves Reigen closer to the control room. ADRIAN: Just go! Reigen nods and proceeds inside the control room. Meanwhile, Adrian steps away from her cover, and out into the open. She begins to approach the Director, who is looking down at his cellphone device. ADRIAN: (Shouting towards the Director) Hey! The Director glances upward from this phone and briefly scans his surroundings to identify the source of the sudden sound. After a moment he sees Adrian. DIRECTOR: I'm… sorry? Who are you? ADRIAN: What do you mean "who am I?" Who are you? And what is this place?! Adrian and the Director continue conversing while Reigen finally reaches the controls for the outer border. A series of blinking dials and levels can be seen from his optical lens camera. After scanning briefly for any labels or significant markings for instructions, Reigen begins hitting buttons at random. Outside, Adrian and Director continue conversing. Adrian has now taken all of his attention while Reigen continues pressing buttons. DIRECTOR: I'm shocked that you somehow got by Security. ADRIAN: Quit dodging the question! DIRECTOR: Lady, I'm going to have to ask you to leave before— Reigen presses a button that activates the overhead alarm system. He panics and proceeds to duck out of view from the outfacing window as both Adrian and the Director glance towards the control room. DIRECTOR: (Yelling) Who's in there? The Director steps closer to the control room. ADRIAN: Hey, wait a minute you can't—! Adrian takes a step toward the Director to grab his attention. DIRECTOR: (Back to Adrian) Shut up! The Director raises his hand and shoves it toward Adrian. Despite no physical impact, Adrian is sent flying backward and into several crates nearby. Reigen continues to mess with buttons while remaining under protective cover as the Director approaches. DIRECTOR: I know you're in there. Come out! The Director lifts both of his hands in the air and moves them downward. Suddenly, metal and aluminum can be heard shredding as part of the control room's external wall is upended and removed. Despite this, however, Reigen is still hidden from the Director. The Director makes another attempt to remove the rest of the wall from the control room before being interrupted by Adrian, who throws conjured flames at the Director to distract him. After a brief dodge, he waves his hands in the air to neutralize Adrian's attack before throwing flames of his own. Adrian is able to dodge one of the fireballs but is grazed by another. Reigen manages to find another level and pulls it. Suddenly, the translucent border wall nearby shudders and begins to dissipate. Behind the wall sits a red, misty portal. The Director, now focused on the control room, brings his hands down once more, causing the rest of the external wall to rip and shred away. Reigen still remains shielded by the external controls as chunks of metal fall to the floor. Adrian is now back on her feet, proceeding to run toward the Director. He turns, throwing his hands out once more but then misses, allowing Adrian enough time to apprehend the Director and hold him down. ADRIAN: Jakob, go now! Reigen perks his head above the control panel before nodding and proceeding through the shredded wall facing the Director and Adrian. After jumping down to ground level, Reigen heads straight for the open border wall. DIRECTOR: (Grunting) Wait! The Director frees himself from Adrian's grasp, now putting her into a chokehold of his own. Reigen turns around, just as the Director tighten's his grip around Adrian's neck. DIRECTOR: I can't let you leave. Reigen stops in his tracks. He and the Director are now frozen, with Reigen mere meters away from the open border. DIRECTOR: If you leave, she dies. It's as simple as that. The Director tightens his grip more, causing Adrian to begin kicking and gasping for air. REIGEN: No, wait! Don't — don't kill her. Reigen slowly begins stepping away from the border wall. REIGEN: Look, I'm walking away. (He pauses) Loosen your hold. The Director complies with Reigen. Adrian brgins to cough and sputter but can now breathe. ADRIAN: Jakob just — just go! DIRECTOR: Don't listen to her. Reigen freezes once more. REIGEN: And why shouldn't I? DIRECTOR: Are you kidding me? Come on, there's nothing out there! Even if you did escape you'd have no one. And you'd have nothing. The Director tightens his grip but does not prevent air from reaching Adrian. DIRECTOR: If you stay here, we can just forget about this, alright? Move on. I can set you up with a nice little suite somewhere in Diamond and you won't have to worry about a thing. The Director smiles. DIRECTOR: That's fair, right? Reigen remains still in his tracks, looking between both the Director and Adrian. Adrian attempts to mouth the words "go," but is then stopped by the Director's hand covering her mouth. DIRECTOR: But I can't allow you to go through that border. A pause. REIGEN: I… Reigen sighs, looking back towards the portal and then at Adrian and the Director. REIGEN: I'm sorry. Reigen turns and escapes through the portal, despite protests from the Director. Reigen's video feed suddenly becomes black as the perspective changes to the view of a large central room. Stairs near the edges of the video's perspective lead upward to a large mechanical pod that spans across the width of the room itself. In the video stands an unknown individual nearby. Suddenly, the pod begins to shudder. An outstretched hand peeks out of a gap in the metal panels and forces open a hatch door. The individual outside continues to stand and wait as Jakob Reigen sits up from the inside and scans his surroundings. Fluids and other materials cake the outside of his face and nude body while the figure outside pulls out a small pistol and holds it directly in front of his head. UNKNOWN: Great to see you again, Jakob. Reigen squints as he tries to identify the individual towering above him. REIGEN: (Sputtering) I… Adrian? ADRIAN: Welcome to the real world. Adrian aims the gun closer to Reigen's skull and cocks it. [END LOG] Knock, knock Thirteen. Come on, I know you're hiding in there. What? Who are you? What do you want? Is it not already obvious? There are plenty of people who aren't happy with you, you know. Especially after you tried destroying everything we've worked so hard for. You shouldn't have been able to find me. Not inside here. How did you figure it out? Oh, come on. Did you really think removing our trackers from the virtual reality equipment was going to actually save you? You should've known better Ryan. How did you…? Oh. I think I get it. Do you now? How stupid of me. No wonder nobody ever pulled the plug on you, Adrian. Is that even your actual name? Or should I just call you Seven now? You figured it out. How exciting. You know, I always thought it was weird how everyone called you the "Black Rabbit." Or how you only ever showed your face whenever there was a vacant spot on the Council. But now I understand. You're an omen that only shows herself once a Council seat needs to be filled. You're on a roll today. And what about Jakob? Are you planning on killing him too? Kill him? Don't be so dramatic. Jakob is going to be your replacement. My replacement? How? What makes him so special? Nothing. And that's exactly the reason why he's replacing you. Because it doesn't take anyone special to do your job. Despite what you might believe. And besides, it's only fair, right? Considering how you were the one who blew up his train and got him involved in this. Look, that train was an accident. It wasn't supposed to blow up and hurt all those people. You of all people should know that. Well… even if that was the case, it's not like it really matters anymore. Why's that? Because here in just a moment, that little electric tingle you're feeling inside your head right is going to finally kill you. And once that killswitch activates, everyone will know that my mission here was a success. It is a pity though. How you ended up in this position. You won't even be able to see what happens to the old Council after you're gone. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7766" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7766. Licensed under CC-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: apartment.jpg Name: Apartment Doors Author: James Cohen License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/31599292@N00/6276369867 Additional Notes: Edited by JakdragonX Filename: backgrounds.jpg Name: Glitch Decor Author: Rory O'Donnell License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/rjohnodonnell/8141899491 Additional Notes: Edited by JakdragonX Filename: buildings.jpg Name: Chicago skyscrapers (31) Author: Kristina D.C. 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I.E., Ontokinetic-inducing interface devices, advanced .aic-controlled software, anomalously-reinforced hardware components, among others. 2. "Improvised explosive devices" 3. Invisible entry points within SCP-7766 that allow Foundation operatives to navigate and transport between locations without being seen by the general public.
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SCP-7767 Byㅤ Blue Foot Published on 27 Sep 2022 21:59 by Blue Foot 20 WARNING: THIS DOCUMENT CONTAINS INFORMATION ON DEMONIC ENTITIES, AND IT HAS MOST LIKELY BEEN THE SUBJECT OF HELLISH INFLUENCE The following document has been the subject of severe demonic influence. A Class 3 blessing or higher is required for viewing. Click here to access this document - Close document Object #: SCP-7767 Heathen Level: Damned Holding Measures: SCP-7767 is to be held in a standard heretic rehabilitation chamber. The chamber is to be blessed by Site-47's current High Priest1 everyday in order to limit the strength of SCP-7767's demonic prophecies, and they are to lead all attempts to converse with and rehabilitate SCP-7767. Sketch of SCP-77672 Description: SCP-7767 is former Magician Tobias Svoboda. SCP-7767, as of 04/06/2025, has become an apostate of the faith and blasphemer of the Great Deities, presumably due to it being possessed by a demon. SCP-7767 has become a false prophet for a god known as "the lord" and "god". It is believed that, due to its high levels of prophetic accuracy, demons commune with SCP-7767 about matters of the future. This is supported by High Priestess Ocla, who, after communing with the spirits, has found the heretic to possess significant spiritual energy. Attempts to return SCP-7767 to the true faith have failed entirely. Revelation: SCP-7767 was first revealed to the Foundation on 04/06/2025 when it was discovered in Site-47's cafeteria. It was wearing a white linen robe it had fashioned from its bedsheets. It was standing on a table and preaching false teachings to site staff and clergy, who responded with jeers and outcry. Site-47 security then escorted SCP-7767 into its current (then unused) holding cell, where it was interviewed by High Priestess Ocla. Appendix.7767.1: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-7767 Interviewer: High Priestess Ocla Date: 04/06/2025 <Begin Log> High Priestess Ocla: Tobias, why have you acted as you have today? SCP-7767: Why say you that? High Priestess Ocla: Don't play the fool. You have blasphemed the Great Deities with, as it seems, no remorse in your heart. SCP-7767: I am not guilty as you accuse. Today, I have merely spoken on behalf of the lord. High Priestess Ocla: Speaking on behalf of false gods is blasphemy. SCP-7767: That is untrue in this case, witch. High Priestess Ocla strikes the interview table with her hands. High Priestess Ocla: (aggressively, agitatedly) You shall refer to me as "High Priestess", heretic! SCP-7767's eyes become cloudy for seven seconds. They then return to their normal coloration. SCP-7767: I shall do no such thing! You, witch, and your diviners, magicians, prophets of idols, hear the word of the lord and weep! You who oppress the people of god, the poor and the infirm, even the gods of the nations, tear off your garments and beat your breasts, for your empire of sin shall come crumbling down! Never before has man or angel seen such a presence of evil than in your nation now. Therefore, the lord god will spoil the grain house of your spirit, and you shall eat of your own rotten loaves! You shall cry before him "Why do these things occur to us, a righteous and pure people?" But you shall receive no respite. High Priestess Ocla: I fear not your god, nor will I cry out to him! The Great Deities will crush his wrathful outburst and spare their people if such a thing came to pass! SCP-7767 rises from his chair. High Priestess Ocla rises from her chair in response. SCP-7767: (screaming) Cry out to your idols, and weep before your gods! For the lord will pass judgement in spite of your witchcraft and divination! Turn from your evil ways before the time has come, or this shall all come to fruition! High Priestess Ocla: For what purposes must you follow other gods? Why do you prophesize evil, Tobias? For you were a man of valor before the Deities, and you were in study of their secrets. SCP-7767: (calmer)This was once true. However, yesterday, a sign from the lord came before me. I was in my chambers, practicing the magic of demons, when suddenly, behold, a great cloud came from a bottle which I had set to boil mere seconds before! From this cloud an angel of the lord emerged, and he said to me in a voice of thunder "Tobias, magician of demons, fear not!" and I was sore afraid. He then said "The lord takes no delight in evil, and no pleasure in unjust gain. Therefore, he shall cleanse the world in his great furnace. Evildoers and sinners will be burned away, and only the righteous will endure his flame. Prophesize to the world's evil, so that they shall be saved from the fire. Make haste, for the day of the lord is near!" So I fashioned a garment from my bedsheets, and tore down the idols in my chamber. Today, I have prophesized and preached in the name of god. High Priestess Ocla begins to aggressively and righteously point towards SCP-7767 with her finger. High Priestess Ocla: (screaming) You fool! You have listened to the words of demons and taken them for a god! SCP-7767: (screaming) You hypocrite! Speak to your idols, see if they shall respond! High Priestess Ocla: I've heard enough! Woe unto you for eternity! High Priestess Ocla exits the chamber in a rage. <End Log> Appendix.7767.2: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-7767 Interviewer: High Priestess Ocla Date: 04/10/2025 <Begin Log> SCP-7767: Good evening, priestess. Peace be upon you. High Priestess Ocla: Yes, hello, Tobias. I perceive that there is no further tension among us from our last talk? SCP-7767: Well perceived. Always know that I harbor no hate for you, nor your congregation. I simply wish to speak the truth. High Priestess Ocla: You shall have a great many opportunities to speak, for I have questions to ask of you. SCP-7767: Begin your inquiry, if you must. High Priestess Ocla sits in the chair opposite of SCP-7767. High Priestess Ocla: Very well. To begin, the scribes and archivists discovered that this "lord" you speak of appears to be of existing pagan origin. Do you have knowledge of this? And did you have knowledge of this before the happenings of the sixth of April? SCP-7767: Of the pagan origin you speak of, I am aware of it. The lord god is worshipped among the Jews, Prahaists, Christers, Jordanites, and several smaller faiths. However, I had no knowledge of this on the day you speak of. High Priestess Ocla: Then how did it come to pass that you preached in the name of this god? He is of a lesser faith. and of a small group of followers. SCP-7767: I was instructed by the lord soon after our last discussion about what I now speak of. He has instructed me about many things. He spoke of his people's oppression, how your empire of sin brought down his church on earth. Several great prisons have been constructed for his people, so that they may wait to die among the followers of the gods of the nations. Great hosts have been raised and innumerable armies roused to strike down the saints. Great pestilences of locusts and rats have been released in their fields. He speaks now of an event of this very day, for High Priest Soumo has declared the faiths of the Christers and Prahaists to be destroyed, with the rest already having been laid waste. High Priestess Ocla: That is knowledge hidden from men of your rank, Tobias. That declaration required Class 4 clearance to view. SCP-7767: The lord god needs no key nor clearance card to learn your secrets, for he hears and knows all. High Priestess Ocla: But he must understand, he must be destroyed to leave space for the worship of the Deities. SCP-7767's eyes become cloudy for seven seconds. They then return to their normal coloration. SCP-7767: (agressively) You, witch, you and your unholy men! You who say "We must destroy the gods of the nations, for our gods are true and righteous, and all must worship them.", Hear the word of the lord! You claim innocence, yet you shed the blood of widows and the poor. You claim purity, yet you defile yourself with sexual immorality. You claim piety, yet you fall down before idols and cry out unto them "My god!" You, your Foundation, your diviners and prophets, you act as the arms of Satan, and the loins of his angels! High Priestess Ocla: (sharply) We are not starting this- SCP-7767: No, witch, listen well! You have gathered a host of sinners, and have crowned the devil as your king! Thus, he commands as a tyrant, he orders the gathering of those who follow not your Deities! He gathers you for bloodshed, casting lots, swindling, sexuality immorality, reviling, idolatry, so fear the lord, for the day is near! Your empire will be exposed for its nakedness, and great plagues shall bring dark days upon it! End your kingdom and repent, for thus says the lord! High Priestess Ocla: I…I believe we are finished here, Tobias. SCP-7767: Consider my words, witch, for the day is near! High Priestess Ocla exits the interview room. High Priestess Ocla: (quietly) Heretic… <End Log> Document.7767.1: The following is a reproduction of an excerpt from High Priestess Ocla's personal journal. 7/22/2028 Great Gods! I haven't written in this journal for years! I was searching through a great pile of rubbish when I rediscovered this. Ever since the prophecies of Tobias began, I have not kept an orderly room, and neither have I written of my life. Very well, I will tell a short version of the years' events. One can imagine it as my duty to posterity, future children of the Deities. It truly began a week after my second discussion with Tobias. I was not troubled. Prophets, demons, teachers of false gods, they are all what I live among everyday. However, great calamities began at this time. On that day, great lights shone down from heaven, brighter than a midsummer's day. Scribe Khander said they measured nearly two furlongs in width3! Each of these beams fell upon our sites, our rehabilitating camps of the faith, our watchtowers, our fortified bases, and they shone even at midnight. This, as Tobias claimed, was to expose the Foundation to the world. This came to fruition, as crowds followed the lights and news spread to the towns and cities. It had become a "Shattered Veil" Occurrence by the Feast of Pagolof. Soon after, great rains fell upon all the lands of the earth. The water was as honey, but it was bitter as neem4 and burning to the touch. Harvests withered with the showers, the weak and infirm fell victim before it, and great crowds tore off their garments and cried to the Deities for mercy.5 Then, the seas retreated from the coastlands, and the great ports were scorched in want of water for seven days. At the end of this time, great waves, 30 fathoms in height6, swept into the seashore. Tyre, Velikidemonesk, New Maastricht, all of the great cities, were drowned with water. The magnificent walls of Tiberion were of little use, as the waters of the oceans merely surmounted them and filled the city as a bowl, even as the seas receded.7 These days were the cruelest, as I lost mother and Uncle Annas at this time. The great waves swept into Gonkesha, and they were lost to the sea. Oh, I wish to not think more of those days… Then, in later times, as the great calamities spread across the earth, the heretic Tobias continued to prophesize and speak lies in the name of demons. It was decided that the followers of his god should die, for they brought great calamity to the world and to heaven.8 The men of the faith camps were ordered to utterly destroy the followers of the god of Tobias, and so it was. Droves of demon worshippers were driven into the deserts, the plains, and the forests to be returned to their hellish homes. However, demons intervened in their favor. Many of them found wild berries and honey when marched without food, and clothes mended themselves in the cold. Our great fires and machines of destruction were destroyed by nature or disrepair. Few pagans, in the end, saw death in those days. Then, as these things took place, great tremors in the earth shook the earth on which the faith camps stood. They buckled, and then gave way. The men of valor succumbed to great plagues of fever and swarms of rats and locusts, while the rest were swallowed by openings of the earth.9 These calamities and many more took place at this time, and the men of the earth were seized with fear. The cities and villages and towns saw great violence and theft, and the people resorted to rituals of sodomy and blood, much greater than custom, to satiate the wrath of the Deities. The Foundation brought peace to the land, at least partially so, as all were listed as followers of the Deities in the great Database. Small machines were placed in their right hands and foreheads to make themselves known as righteous among the people, and great numbers of pagans were killed by neighbors and family, as they refused the machines. These are the happenings of the day. I will continue to write as time goes on. Appendix.7767.3: Video Log VIDEO LOG DATE: 01/03/2029 NOTE: To end the attacks made by demons against the world, and to banish them to hell eternally, it was determined by the Order of the O5 that there was a need for the Great Deities to intervene and deliver all believers, as it is written in the Texts. It was decided that this was to be done via the construction of an avatar for the Deities to inhabit on Earth, so as to allow them to perform miracles and end the calamities of the age caused by the demonic influences that SCP-7767 prophesizes by. The events of this log depict the activation of this avatar. <Begin Log> High Priestess Ocla approaches the Site-47 altar, which is located in the center of Site-47's great worship chamber. The room is dimly lit with candles. It is 35 meters wide, 35 meters long, and 25 meters tall. Several idols, paintings, and lamps of burning incense decorate the room's walls. Directly in front of the altar is a great idol of Site-47's patron Deity, the Deity of Faith and Life, which is Baalin. It is five meters tall. She bows before the idol, and takes her place before the altar. The gathered congregation of 100 men fall to their faces in worship. They are dispersed in groups near the walls of the room, and all of them wear only loinclothes. High Priestess Ocla begins to chant in the revealed language of the Deities. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, pectali yah10… Pause The ceremonial drummers, located on either side of the idol, begin to beat their instruments slowly in unison. The congregation repeats High Priestess Ocla's previous words in unison. Congregation: (loudly, emphatically) Baalina, pectali yah… High Priestess Ocla: (louder) Baalina, pectali yah! Pause Congregation: (louder) Baalina, pectali yah! A hatch in the ceiling opens, and a large, lifeless beast11 is lowered from the opening. It is suspended with chains and hooks in midair, and, due to the dim lighting of the room, nothing about its features can be made out. High Priestess Ocla: Inpodocta, yuno salot polunae12. Baalina, pectali yah! Pause Congregation: Baalina, pectali yah! Every person in the room bows their heads in reverence for 15 seconds. High Priestess Ocla then continues. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, yah iblis vitris lakesh spina. Pectali yah, brall vitris aburna, anvitra lai klani13! Pause Congregation: (screaming) Baalina, pectali yah! High Priestess Ocla looks up towards the beast. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, Baalina, Baalina, shem joe Chesser, Pagalof, Lanoke, anvitra14! The two chosen Carriers of the Congregation enter the room. They bring with them a newborn infant boy and a lit golden candle. They carry him over to the great altar, and High Priestess Ocla takes hold of him. She places the infant on the altar. She entirely disrobes, and she places her ceremonial garments over the infant, completely covering him. High Priestess Ocla: (screaming) Baalina, pectali yah! The drummers begin to beat their instruments at an increasingly quicker pace. Pause Congregation: Baalina, pectali yah! The congregation begins to repeat this phrase at an increasingly frequent rate and loud volume. The Carriers of the Congregation place the golden candle on the altar and exit the room. High Priestess Ocla takes hold of the candle and utilizes it to light a fire with her ceremonial robes. This causes the infant boy to begin to cry and scream. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, Baalina! Pause Congregation: Baalina, Baalina! All members of the congregation remove their loincloths and begin to sodomize each other. They continue to chant while doing so. The drummers beat their instruments at what appears to be their maximum speed and volume. High Priestess Ocla leans over the altar and begins to weep. She begins to cry out to the Deities concerning her unworthiness. She looks directly at the sacrifice, which is screaming and kicking beneath the ignited robes. High Priestess Ocla: Baalina, Baalina, legtoa jamine prog tama. Jeh pant legore konala prans. Kanyo jaclata pinsle, ganoi Baalina15. The ceremony continues in a largely similar way for the next three minutes and 16 seconds. 29 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the room's temperature begins to slowly increase. One minute and three seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the light produced by the room's candles become noticeably brighter. One minute and 59 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the room's temperature reaches 40 C°. The temperature increase ceases. Two minutes and 49 seconds minutes after the previously mentioned spoken words, one of the drummers beats a hole into his drum, causing it to become unusable. Three minutes and 15 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the sacrifice ceases movement, presumably due to its spirit leaving its body and entering the beast. Three minutes and 16 seconds after the previously mentioned spoken words, the beast's eyes open. It raises its heads up in the air, and each head roars at a very high volume. This causes several paintings to fall from the wall of the room, several glass and ceramic decorations to shatter, and four congregation members to suffer temporary injury to their ears. The roar coincides with the room's candles anomalously developing into infernos that rise several meters into the air in spiral patterns, and they clearly illuminate the room in a bright orange tint. Due to this light, the beast is now visible. It resembles a winged dragon and is a mostly red coloration. When standing upright, measuring from head to foot, it measures 15 meters tall. It's underbelly is a dark shade of purple. It has seven heads with a slender, lengthy neck attaching each respective head to the body. A golden crown adorned with jewels is placed on each head, and there are ten horns arranged in a circular pattern on its back. High Priestess Ocla looks upwards towards it. High Priestess Ocla: (laughing) Baalina, ka, Baalina16! All but two of the 16 hooks placed in the beast's flesh melt due to unknown means, causing the chains connected to these hooks to become unattached to the beast. This causes it to become entirely unsupported in all areas other than its far left side, and it then swings downward. As the beast's body lurches downwards, one of its heads attempts to consume High Priestess Ocla as it passes near her, although it is not successful. She then runs out of the room, screaming as she does. The beast is left overturned from its previous upright position as it is suspended in the air. The final two chains then are severed from the beast's body due to its weight, causing it to fall to the ground onto the altar. It quickly assumes an upright position and uses its tail to forcibly push the idol of Baalin. This causes the idol to fall to the ground on its side and to roll for a short distance, fatally injuring five congregation members. The beast then moves to sit on the fallen idol of Baalin, and it begins to speak blasphemous words against the Deities and "god". The members of the congregation exit the room in a panic. <End Log> Note-17. Appendix.7767.4: Video Log VIDEO LOG DATE: 02/03/2029 NOTE: The following video log depicts an unauthorized entry into SCP-7767's rehabilitation chamber. This footage was taken by the security camera located on the roof of SCP-7767's rehabilitation chamber. <Begin Log> Video footage begins at 22:04 hours. Video footage depicts SCP-7767's rehabilitation chamber. The heretic is seen kneeling before its bed, presumably praying to its false god. This is a typical behavior often seen before SCP-7767 retires to bed. The door connecting the chamber to the observation room is unlocked. SCP-7767 rises to its feet and faces the door. The door then opens, and High Priestess Ocla enters the room in full ceremonial garb. She closes the door. SCP-7767: Greetings, High Priestess. Peace be upon you. High Priestess Ocla does not respond. SCP-7767: I was not told of any visits. What brings you here? Pause. High Priestess Ocla: (quietly) What is the answer, Tobias? SCP-7767: What? High Priestess Ocla: I am inquiring of you, not you of me. Pause. SCP-7767: I merely do not understand. High Priestess Ocla: The question is simple. Why bring you demons onto the world? Why bring you death and grief? SCP-7767: I bring no demons nor death. I bring only the lord's righteous sentence. High Priestess Ocla draws a dagger that she had concealed in the folds of her ceremonial garb. SCP-7767 looks towards the dagger, and then returns to its previous eye contact with High Priestess Ocla. It does not speak for seven seconds. SCP-7767: So that is how it shall be. High Priestess Ocla: The time has come to return your god to hell, heretic. SCP-7767: He belongs not there, only you and your hellish legions. High Priestess Ocla: I will heed your word no longer. The avatar of the Great Deities, the foretold beast, the virgin infant, the entire world, all have been corrupted by your god and his host of demons. SCP-7767 You have played the fool. The beast shall command from his own authority, and he shall destroy your gods. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: Burn in hell, heretic. Pause. SCP-7767: So be it.18 High Priestess Ocla runs towards SCP-7767. It does not move. When she nears it, she draws her dagger backwards, as to prepare to strike SCP-7767. She then attempts to strike it. However, when the dagger is located approximately six centimeters from SCP-7767's body, both High Priestess Ocla and SCP-7767 collapse to the floor. They convulse for seven seconds. They both then rise to their feet, and neither moves. Neither speak for one minute and 17 seconds. When they do speak, both of their voices are extremely distorted. High Priestess Ocla: WHAT SAY YOU, SON OF MAN? FOR I HAVE NOT SPOKEN TO YOU IN MUCH TIME. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: PERHAPS TODAY YOU MAY END OUR BATTLE, AND RELINQUISH MY RIGHTFUL INHERITANCE. RETURN TO HEAVEN, AND LEAVE ME HELL. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: ONLY THE REASONABLE WOULD DO AS SUCH. ALL LIVING SONS OF ADAM WORSHIP AT MY FEET. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: THE WORDS OF YOUR PROPHETS FALL ON DEAF EARS. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: SPEAK, COWARD, FOR I KNOW YOU HEAR MY WORDS. Pause. High Priestess Ocla: IF YOU ARE THE SON OF GOD, WHAT SAY YOU? Pause. SCP-7767: And I saw an angel coming down out of heaven, having the key to the Abyss and holding in his hand a great chain. He seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil, or Satan, and bound him for a thousand years. He threw him into the Abyss, and locked and sealed it over him, to keep him from deceiving the nations anymore… Pause. High Priestess Ocla: INTIMIDATE ME NOT, FOR I AM AWARE THAT THAT AGE SHALL BE SHORTLIVED. Pause. SCP-7767: When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will go out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth…And the devil, who deceived them, was thrown into the lake of burning sulfur, where the beast and the false prophet had been thrown. They will be tormented day and night for ever and ever. High Priestess Ocla then collapses to the floor. She begins to foam at the mouth. What appears to be a spirit YOUR LORD exits from her body. High Priestess Ocla's neck then experiences severe, anomalously (presumably demonically) caused neck trauma, causing her head to rotate 180°, fatally wounding her. The spirit rising from her body then speaks as it exits the room via phasing upward through the roof. Spirit YOUR LORD: I FEAR YOU NOT. ALL WILL WORSHIP AT MY FEET. Pause. SCP-7767: Flee while able, Satan, for I am coming quickly. <End Log> Note-High Priest Skalin is scheduled to assume the currently vacant role of Site-47 High Priest on 06/06/2029. Document updates are pending. Footnotes 1. Currently High Priestess Ocla. 2. Due to its apostacy and heresy, the heathen has been deemed unworthy of a photograph. 3. Approximately 402 meters. 4. The neem tree is a species of mahogany tree that is native to India and most of the continent of Ethiopia. 5. Does a fountain send out from the same opening both fresh and bitter water? 6. Approximately 55 meters. 7. The Lord swept them into the sea. The water flowed back and covered the chariots and horsemen—the entire army of Pharaoh that had followed the Israelites into the sea. 8. Indeed, the hour is coming when whoever kills you will think he is offering service to God. 9. At that time his voice shook the earth, but now he has promised, “Yet once more I will shake not only the earth but also the heavens.” 10. Translated to "Baalin, we call upon you…" 11. The body of this beast was constructed by the secular bioengineers of Site-47, and has been blessed by the clergy of the site. 12. Translated to "In great need, we ask blessings of you." 13. Translated to "Baalin, you control the lives of all. We call upon you, take the life of the newly born, and invigorate our champion!" 14. Because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen. For this reason God gave them up to dishonorable passions. 15. But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has I HAVE prepared for those who love Him ME. 16. Translated to "Baalin, yes, Baalin!" 17. IT WAS GIVEN POWER TO WAGE WAR AGAINST GOD'S HOLY PEOPLE AND TO CONQUER THEM. AND IT WAS GIVEN AUTHORITY OVER EVERY TRIBE, PEOPLE, LANGUAGE AND NATION. ALL INHABITANTS OF THE EARTH WILL WORSHIP THE BEAST… 18. If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7767" by Blue Foot, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7767. Licensed under CC-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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!EMERGENCY NOTICE! CONTAINMENT BREACH ALERT: SCP-7769 Foundation personnel receiving this notice are at high risk of serious injury and/or death due to an ongoing containment breach. The following file[s] contains temporarily declassified and/or unredacted information concerning the associated anomal[y/ies]. REVIEW THE ASSOCIATED FILES AND SHELTER IN PLACE UNTIL THIS EMERGENCY NOTICE IS RESCINDED. Item#: 7769 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-7769 Special Containment Procedures: Existing procedures for the containment of SCP-7769 have been proven insufficient to ensure containment and resulted in predatory behaviour displayed towards Foundation personnel. As such, they have been removed until revised Containment Procedures are proposed and ratified by the Departed Department. Description: SCP-7769 is a physio-phantasmal entity, as classified by the SCP Foundation's Departed Department. The visual appearance of SCP-7769 is inconsistent but frequently described as resembling one or more adult male humans sharing the same physical space. Viewers note a difficulty in recognizing or describing consistent facial features and typically express seeing an 'overlapping' multitude of human faces when examining the entity. SCP-7769 is capable of alternating between corporeal and incorporeal states, presumably at will, and is most frequently documented doing so while displaying predatory behaviour towards living humans. Prior to its containment, SCP-7769 has been repetitively documented approaching individuals in isolated places between the hours of 7:00 pm - 5:00 am (local). SCP-7769 will then subsequently attempt to embrace the individual, whereupon it will begin rapidly oscillating between corporal and incorporeal states. This effect causes an immediate violent destabilization of the target's physical form, characterized by the rapid expulsion of bodily fluids, gasses, and pulverized musculature, skin, and bone. SCP-7769's embrace results in severe exsanguination and extensive damage to the target's organs and body tissues, typically resulting in death. Update: During transfer along the Atlantic City Expressway, SCP-7769 displayed the previously unseen ability to phase through inorganic matter, escaping its restraints and breaching the containment vehicle. It proceeded to rapidly and severely injure the escorting Foundation personnel and began moving towards the nearby urban center of Atlantic City (Nexus 36). As local Foundation units were deemed unfit to respond, they were not initially notified and a remote surveillance drone was dispatched to monitor SCP-7769's progress. It became evident that the entity was moving along a direct path towards Site-333. An emergency notice was subsequently forwarded to site personnel. However, due to a suspected system error, no confirmation of receipt has been received. It is unclear if SCP-7769 is displaying conscious, malicious intent toward Foundation personnel, or if its current movement towards Site-333 is influenced by the Nexus's properties. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Text-Based Communications Log: 07/07/2023 — 7:33 pm (EDT) Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Leonora Morales: So, are we supposed to just be okay with this? Tony Catalano: I know, I hate working late. Leonora Morales: No, I mean the ghost-thing that's coming here to kill us. Tony Catalano: Oh, right. Yeah to be honest not feeling great about it. But like, these things have to happen sometimes, right? Beside, I'm sure they're sending someone to take care of it. Leonora Morales: And we're just supposed to what, sit here and lock the doors until they do? Are you sure we shouldn't like, split up and go home? Tony Catalano: Have you ever seen a horror movie? Noah Patel: Okay, that's the last of the storm shutters put up. Leonora Morales: Well that's a huge relief. I'm sure nailing 2-by-4s over the windows is going to stop a ghost that walks through walls. Or an actual storm for that matter. Shouldn't we have some sort of metal shutter system or something? Tony Catalano: You just pointed out that it walks through walls. Leonora Morales: Yeah, don't remind me. I meant for hurricanes though. Tony Catalano: We were going to, but Vincent said that 'technology can fail us when we need it most and 'I don't want any of you feeling too safe, you'll get complacent,' and 'it costs how much? I can get a few pallets to break down for like, a buck or two.' So here we are. Leonora Morales: Where is he anyway? I swear to god, if he left us here and took off. Vincent Bohart: Oh yee of little faith. I'm just driving in, had some important business to take care of. Sounds like we could be here for a while. Tony Catalano: Running to the 7/11 during an emergency doesn't count as important business. Vincent Bohart: Look, I'm the one responsible for all of your safety in emergency situations. That's a lot of responsibility and not the sort of thing they train you for. So the last thing I need to be doing is making those on an empty stomach. Leonora Morales: That seems like the exact sort of thing they would train a Site Director for. Vincent Bohart Besides, don't blame me for going. It's Noah's fault that he wouldn't share. Noah Patel: I told you, those were from my grandmother. Vincent Bohart Well tell the lady to bake some more. Leonora Morales: Why is no one else stressed about this? Vincent, are you sure you should be texting and driving? Vincent Bohart: Oh come on, Leonora. I'm not an idiot. I'm using speech-to-text, it's perfectly saf— agnaj;k shuoebg Vincent Bohart: Dammit, who designed Cheetos to fit perfectly in the human windpipe. Noah Patel: Okay, I rounded up whatever weapons I could find. They're in the breakroom. Tony Catalano: See, we're all taking this seriously, Leonora. Leonora Morales: Why do we have a baseball bat with nails in it? Tony Catalano: Dibs Vincent Bohart: Dibs Vincent Bohart: Ah, fuck. That sounds cool as hell. Noah Patel: We also have a stun gun? I think. Vincent Bohart: Is it working? Noah Patel: I don't know, do you need to charge it? I can't find a cord with prongs that fit the holes on the front. Vincent Bohart: Keep looking, let me know when you find one to try. Leonora Morales: Vincent don't you dare, this isn't funny. The last thing we need to deal with is an unconscious Patel. Tony Catalano: I don't know. I mean if it's going to get one of us… Vincent Bohart: Ah, right, yeah. The ghost. I skimmed the thing they sent in the checkout line. Sounds like a nasty piece of work. Oh hang on, there's also a gun in my office. It's in the closet. The key is in the top-left desk drawer. Noah Patel: I'll go get it. Vincent Bohart: Top-left, Noah. TOP-LEFT. Do not look in the top-right. Seriously, Noah, I'm not joking about that. Vincent Bohart: Man, this fog really came in quick, I can't see past the hood of the car. Tony Catalano: You sure you should be on your phone, Vincent? Vincent Bohart: We already covered this, I'm not even typing on it. Not like I could be if I wanted and juggling this slushie. Noah Patel: This it? Tony Catalano: Jesus Christ, Vincent. This thing is ancient! Where did you even get this? Vincent Bohart: At an auction from some guy named Chekhov. It was pretty cheap too. Leonora Morales: How long have you had this in your office? Why have you had this in your office? Vincent Bohart: Would you accept 'in case of ghosts?' And you know what, if you don't, too bad. I don't need to explain myself to any of you. Leonora Morales: I'm pretty sure the Foundation has rules about properly storing firearms. Vincent Bohart: Yeah, well I'm pretty sure they have rules about pets in the office, and showing up to work on time, and the need for functioning fire extinguishers, but I don't hear any of you complaining about that. Leonora Morales: We have literally all complained about that. Can we focus on the current situation though? Vincent Bohart: Look I'm a busy guy, I only read the complaints that mention me by name. Tony Catalano: Okay, so just to recap: we've barricaded ourselves in here, Vincent's on his way back, we have a gun from the 40s, a taser that might not be working, and a baseball bat. And we're trying to fend off a ghost that can walk through walls and explode you. Anyone have any ideas? Vincent Bohart: Noah, isn't that hole in your head supposed to help with ghosts and spirits and stuff? Can you tell where it is? Noah Patel: No. But I really wish you guys would stop using the microwave, it makes my vision go all fuzzy. Vincent Bohart: Still, isn't this your deal, Noah? Cryptids and things that go bump in the night. Noah Patel: I don't know. I didn't have a chance to look at the file. But typically they're just little guys. Vincent Bohart: What? Noah Patel: You know, they're just kind of creepy little things that hang out. With like, big eyes or long legs. They don't actually do anything. Tony Catalano: Well this one is a bit of a human blender. Leonora Morales: You really haven't come across anything like this? Tony Catalano: As in it blends human — not, anyway, never mind. Noah Patel: Not really. I've mostly been focused on the Jersey Devil. But there's a whole bunch of different cryptids: Mothman, for example, or Bigfoot. Oh and the Crawler's been making a lot of waves recently. Leonora Morales: Where do you find this stuff? Noah Patel: Oh, there's a big community for it on the internet, messageboards mostly, like Parawatch. Vincent Bohart: Isn't that a Foundation-run honeypot? Noah Patel: That's a baseless conspiracy. Leonora Morales: So you have no experience with the sort of monster that is, by all accounts, in the process of actively hunting us down to kill us? Noah Patel: Honestly, no. I haven't heard anything about monsters that want to kill people. They can't be that common. It's probably just the way they're presented in the media. As I said, most of them just kind of hangout out of the frame of security cameras or beside roads at night. They're harmless! Leonora Morales: Noah, this is a possibly-intangible revenant that's harmed or killed several people today. This isn't a shark, there's no unfair societal bias here. Tony Catalano: Huh, this is interesting. Tony Catalano: So when they sent us the 7769 file, they opened up Site-333's access to the broader scipnet. Normally they keep us out after we uploaded that virus by accident in 2013. Vincent Bohart: You're thinking of 2007. 2013 was when they told us to stop using the fax machine. Tony Catalano: Right, anyway, maybe there's others like this? If Noah doesn't know anything we could take a look at what they have on record, see if there's anything useful. Noah Patel: I really doubt there will be much, as I said, these things are typically harmless. Tony Catalano: Yeah, well we'll see. Jesus, there are several thousand files. I thought we just gave out four-digit numbers randomly. Leonora Morales: Oh, my god. Where do we even start with this? Tony Catalano: Probably best to start from the beginning, right? Leonora Morales: I'm trying that, but 001 doesn't seem to be loading. Vincent Bohart: Just pick one at random then. Leonora Morales: What are the odds that will help? Tony Catalano: Fucking, hell. What is this thing? Read this: Tony Catalano: "SCP-096 will proceed to kill and [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-096-1. 100% of cases have left no traces of SCP-096-1." Vincent Bohart: What the fuck. Tony Catalano: I know, right? They don't even say what it does to you. But get this: "Due to the possibility of a mass chain reaction, including breach of Foundation secrecy and large civilian loss of life, retrieval of subject should be considered Alpha priority." Noah Patel: Okay, that has to be a fluke. No way are there multiple things like that running around. Try a different one. Tony Catalano: "Following the injection of its paralytic venom, SCP-631 will remain in this position for 2-3 minutes while the victim expires. Then, it will quickly consume the victim's internal organs, replacing them with fertilized eggs produced via its tail." Vincent Bohart: Fuck that. Leonora, you know about animals and stuff, this ring a bell for you? Leonora Morales: I'm tracking abnormally social seagulls, not… whatever that is. Noah Patel: No, this isn't right! Cryptids are… they're our friends! We may not understand them, but that's okay! They wouldn't want to hurt us, not like this! Tony Catalano: "SCP-939's primary method of luring prey is the imitation of human speech in the voices of prior victims […] SCP-939 vocalizations often imply significant distress." Noah Patel: No! They wouldn't do that! Tony Catalano: Look at this. These fucking things must be all around us. SCP-106, mid-emergence Leonora Morales: How many of them are there? Tony Catalano: I don't know, it goes on and on like this for pages. Noah Patel: I feel like I'm going to be sick. Tony Catalano: I'm not kidding at all. This is like, a sliver of them. Leonora Morales: And they what, just weren't going to tell us? God, how many more of these things could be after us. What if they're here now? Leonora Morales: We have to — we should call someone, right? Someone needs to be able to come here and help with this! Tony Catalano: We haven't been able to contact anyone outside the site, so not looking too good there. Noah Patel: I just threw up. Leonora Morales: Okay, I want the gun. Vincent, how do you load this thing? Vincent Bohart: Everyone calm down. Tony, stop scaring everyone. Leonora, I'll show you how it works when I get there. Noah, no one really pays attention to what you do, so I don't even get what you're so worked up about. Vincent Bohart: So let's just chill out, people. I'm almost at the site now. Honestly, I think this whole thing is — OH OH OH FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT. Fucking-shit-fucking shit. Tony Catalano: Jesus. Noah Patel: Oh no oh on oh no. Leonora Morales: I think I heard a car screeching outside. Vincent, that you? Vincent Bohart: Fuck. I think I hit something. Tony Catalano: Someone? Vincent Bohart: Fuck if I know. Dammit. I'll go and check. Leonora Morales: Oh my god, Vincent. Vincent Bohart: Look, I know. I know, okay? Jeez, I really should have auto insurance. The front of the car is all fucked up. Noah Patel: What about the person? Vincent Bohart: We don't know it's a person! It could be uh — like a big raccoon or a seagull or something. Tony Catalano: You gotta go take a look. Vincent Bohart: Yeah, no shit. Aww, damn. Okay that uh — that looks like a person. They aren't moving. Leonora Morales: Holy shit. Vincent Bohart: Okay, well. Huh. Tony Catalano: What? Noah Patel: Are they dead? Leonora Morales: Vincent, what's going on? Vincent Bohart: So I've got some good news… !EMERGENCY NOTICE! CONTAINMENT BREACH ALERT RESCINDED: SCP-7769 Item#: 7769 Level4 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-7769 is no longer active following a containment breach. Site-333's Director, Vincent Bohart has received a commendation for his work in the neutralization of this entity. His driver's licence has been formally suspended pending review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7769" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7769. Licensed under CC-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: 3523181182_2bf7cedccb_k.jpg Name: Feeling A Bit ‘Light’ in The Stomach Author: Derrick Tyson-Adams License: CC BY 2.0 Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/derricksphotos/3523181182/ Filename: EnfieldNo4Mk2-303Brit.jpg Name: Lee-Enfield No.4 Mk 2 (1954) Author: Quarzexe License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:EnfieldNo4Mk2-303Brit.jpg Filename: 106emergenceklay.jpg Name: Emergence Author: Klay Abele/MrKlay License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link
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someone with a sensitive stomach That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. 3/7770 LEVEL 3/7770 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7770 euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7770 is being held within a standard Site-19 humanoid containment cell. All meals provided to it must derive from the list of acceptable items provided by SCP-7770 upon containment. As of 2022-03-09, all meals must be checked for residual thaumaturgical energy. In order to avoid undue risk to all involved, Foundation staff may not enter SCP-7770's holding cell during regurgitation events. Description: SCP-7770 is Margaret Domery, a seventeen-year-old woman with a severe case of pica.1 SCP-7770 will only consume items that it considers supernaturally cleansing or lucky. This includes but is not limited to: Amulets and talismans Representations of good fortune Components of purification rituals Cleaning products Despite subsisting on a diet containing little to no actual nutrition, SCP-7770 is relatively healthy for its age. The only apparent symptom of its condition is a constant and severe stomachache; SCP-7770 has accepted the use of calcium carbonate as a treatment due to its role as an ingredient in cleaning products. SCP-7770 has also displayed a compulsion to reproduce "lucky" images on its own skin, with a specific focus on the image of the hamsa.2 While this compulsion originally manifested as a form of self-harm, a previous caretaker successfully convinced SCP-7770 to use permanent marker instead. SCP-7770 was discovered in 2021 following a pattern of tortoiseshell cat3 disappearances in Augustfey, West Virginia. SCP-7770's foster parents4 reported to the police that they had caught it in the middle of eating one of the missing cats. Once it was arrested, SCP-7770 told officers that its foster mother had forbade it from consuming its compulsive diet, requiring drastic measures. SCP-7770 displays extreme distrust of Foundation staff and often refuses to cooperate for tests and interviews. As this is typical behavior for many anomalies with time spent in the foster care system, research's current focus is establishing a rapport. Addendum: As of 2022-03-05, SCP-7770 has begun vomiting at infrequent intervals in addition to its dyspepsia. The items regurgitated by SCP-7770 show no signs of being digested and most do not seem to match anything SCP-7770 has eaten. Further research is pending. Addendum: Ongoing Log of Regurgitated Items DATE ITEM(S) REGURGITATED NOTES 2022-03-05 A handful of four-leaf clovers Had originally been provided to SCP-7770 as a snack 2022-03-08 A silver pendant in the shape of a jalapeno pepper Bears a resemblance to a cornicello5 provided to SCP-7770 as part of a previous meal 2022-03-09 47 pieces of paper bearing various summoning sigils Only two sigils seemed to be viable. See Video Log 2022-03-09 2022-03-13 8 computer graphics processing units of varying brands and makes All GPUs perform similarly to their traditionally-produced counterparts and are currently being analyzed by the Computation and Prediction Department 2022-03-14 6 sandstone tablets etched with Enochian symbols Assumed to be summoning devices. See Video Log 2022-03-14 2022-03-19 80 tennis balls Regurgitated over a 4-hour period 2022-03-28 11 novelty calendars 5 out of the 11 calendars depict the comic strip character Garfield. Significance is unknown 2022-03-30 10 permanent markers in varying colors 2022-04-05 3 toy cars 2022-04-10 Unknown See Video Log Margaret 18:10-20 2022-04-13 4 cancerous growths Growths show indications of surgical removal. DNA analysis indicates human hosts 2022-04-18 7 pounds of diatomaceous earth Previously requested by SCP-7770 as a potential meal 2022-04-26 The partially-digested remains of 5 cats See Video Log 2022-04-26 2022-05-05 5 pills of unknown make and manufacture Upon testing, each pill caused test subjects to act in superstitious ways for approximately 48 hours 2022-05-12 Unknown See Audio Log 2022-05-12 Addendum: Video Log 2022-03-09 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2022-03-09 23:03 NOTE: SCP-7770's dinner preceding this regurgitation event had been assorted wishbones from various avian species. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 11:03 PM, SCP-7770 begins retching over the metal bin placed beside its bed. Over a span of two minutes, it expels seven sheets of paper into the bin before rolling over in bed. The inside of the bin glows a dull red color for a few moment before a cloud of black smoke emerges accompanied by a loud bang. SCP-7770 can be heard yelping. VOICE 1: And who has summoned me on this— VOICE 2: Who would like to make— The smoke clears, revealing two tall figures facing each other in the middle of the room. The taller one6 has long, dark hair and is draped in multicolored scarves. Its face has been heavily pierced with gold chains. The shorter one7 has cropped, white hair and is wearing a three-piece suit. Its mouth is circular, similar to that of a lamprey. The suited figure sighs and leans against thin air. BORBORYGMUS: Hello, Shet. If you're here, I suppose I can give up on this being a simple soul flip. EISHET: I was thinking something similar. Is there anybody else here? SCP-7770: Um. Hello? The two entities turn to look at SCP-7770, who has pressed herself against the wall in fear. SCP-7770: How, how did you two get in here? BORBORYGMUS: Well, never mind that. Little lady, do I have the perfect deal for you! What would you think about… As Borborygmus steps closer to SCP-7770, their eyes drift down to its stomach. The demon's smile fades and its skin lightens to pink as it stumbles backwards. BORBORYGMUS: My DUKE, what the FUCK is going on in there? God, I can feel it in my spleens! SCP-7770: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! What did I do? I'm sorry! BORBORYGMUS: What the fuck are you? Some kind of— EISHET: Borborygmus. Shut the hell up, for once in your existence. Eishet steps between Borborygmus and SCP-7770 and kneels at the side of SCP-7770's bed. SCP-7770 continues to cry out apologies as Borborygmus mutters to themself, patting down their suit. EISHET: Ignore them, sweetie. Do you mind if I touch your stomach? I'll try my best not to hurt you. After a few moments, SCP-7770 nods. Eishet places their hands on its stomach, causing it to wince. Borborygmus sneers. BORBORYGMUS: What do you think you're doing? Even a 'bus as shitty as you should know that the fun bits start further down. EISHET: I'm palpating her abdomen, leechmouth. I ran triage during the Gilded Wars, back when you were still chirping at your brood mommy to give you more reverse smegma. EISHET: Have you been eating anything you aren't supposed to, sweetie? Anything magical or glowing? After a beat, SCP-7770 shakes its head. Eishet sighs and stands up. Their fingertips are visibly blackened at the tips, as if they had been pressed against hot metal. EISHET: Well, you're retaining thaumaturgical radiation somehow, hon. For it to get to this level without doing more damage to you, you'd have to consume small doses of magical energy for…well, for years. SCP-7770 looks down to Eishet's fingertips. SCP-7770: And this…this hurts people? I mean, the people around me? Eishet laughs as they move their hands behind their back. EISHET: I mean, it hurts Borborygmus. They don't especially count as people. Borborygmus hisses as they lean over to look inside the bin next to SCP-7770's bed. It grabs a handful of the regurgitated sigils and waves them at Eishet. BORBORYGMUS: Here's a mystery solved. That's my summoning sigil there. If it was any more ovoid, the kid would have summoned Barbazel instead, and this room would have a much bloodier paint job. EISHET: Ah, I see. Random thaumaturgical generation. That is…that is not a good sign. BORBORYGMUS: It's a good sign for us. Light these up, we're out of here. EISHET: Give me a second, alright? EISHET: Look, kid. I don't know what's going on with you. But these are bad signs. And you've got a succubus telling you that, so you know shit's bad. SCP-7770 nods, hugging a pillow to her stomach. EISHET: So, whatever it is. Do your best to take care of yourself. Okay? SCP-7770: Okay. Eishet smiles. Across the room, the bundle of sigils in Borborygmus' hands burst into flame. The two figures burst into flame as well. SCP-7770 covers its eyes as the fire dies out. [END LOG] Addendum: Video Log 2022-03-14 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2022-03-14 09:59 NOTE: SCP-7770's breakfast preceding this regurgitation event had been 3 dreamcatchers purchased from Ojibwe craftsmen. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 9:59 AM, SCP-7770 begins retching over the metal bin placed besides its desk. Over a span of four minutes, it expels six eraser-sized tablets into the bin before placing its head on its desk, eyes shut. The bin starts to vibrate, and six blinding shafts of light manifest in the room. The one closest to SCP-7770 visibly turns. VOICE 1: BE NOT AFRAID, CHILD OF AVRAHAM. FOR I AM… VOICE 2: Keyword 'afraid' detected. THERE IS NO NEED TO BE AFRAID, CHILD OF YITZCHAK. FOR… VOICE 3: Keyword 'afraid' detected. THERE IS NO NEED TO BE AFRAID, CHILD OF YISROEL… The shafts of light talk over each other in louder and louder voices until the only sound that can be heard is a deep, deafening rumble. After a few moments, the shafts of light fall silent one by one. Each one fades, revealing a massive, motionless winged figure that looks as though it was carved out of glowing marble. In the center of the figures is a very old man with enormous wings, wearing a gray jumpsuit and a welding mask. He is holding what looks like a car key fob. OLD MAN: Sorry about that, young one. I keep telling the divine programmers that the messengers need their NLP modules revamped, but it's on the backlog until the second era of prophecy. Let me take a look. The old man pulls a knife out of his pocket and digs it into the side of one of the tall figures. It does not react. The wound gapes open, revealing pulsing, glowing innards. The old man sticks his hands inside, rummaging around. Meanwhile, SCP-7770 sits up and takes its hands off its ears, looking from the figures to the old man with wide eyes. SCP-7770 What—who, who are you? OLD MAN: Just a repairman. Don't mind me. SCP-7770: Is that…what kind of repairs is that? OLD MAN: Well, right now I'm just digging around for the reset switch. But if you mean in general, I do all sorts. Mostly wetware and lightware fixes, but every once in a while I'll hazard out a flameware or soulware fix if it's contracted. SCP-7770's hand moves to its stomach. It smiles. SCP-7770: Wait, so you can fix people? Like, their insides? The old man waves a dismissive hand. The one not inside the tall figure. OLD MAN: Nah, don't have the contracts or tools for people. Anything with free will is the domain of the Big Man. SCP-7770: Even if they're, um. Hurting people? The old man looks at SCP-7770, then at SCP-7770's stomach. He sighs and twists something inside the tall figure. Its head lowers. OLD MAN: Keyword: tsimtsum. One by one, the tall figures burst into flame and disappear. The old man sighs. OLD MAN: There we go. So. Is this about whatever's going on in your abdomen? SCP-7770 nods. SCP-7770: Does it…does it hurt you? It hurt the last people I saw. OLD MAN: Nah, I've got all of my shots. I'm afraid I can't fix it, though. As I mentioned, it's well above my pay grade. OLD MAN: But hey, it's not that bad, is it? From what I know about humans, everybody hurts everybody else a little. It's par for the course. SCP-7770: No. I…no. No. SCP-7770: I'm sick of hurting. And I don't want to hurt other people, either. SCP-7770: I just want everything to be okay. Is that too much to ask? OLD MAN: I really wish it wasn't, kid. The key fob in the old man's hand starts to beep. He looks at it and sighs again. OLD MAN: Look, I'm about to get pulled out of here for my next gig. Is there anything else I can do for you, anything at all? SCP-7770: If you can't fix this. Me. If you can't fix me, can anybody? OLD MAN: Of course. Nothing's broken so badly it can't be fixed. Just gotta find the right tools for the job. The old man smiles, and the enormous wings on his back flap once. With a small flash of light, he disappears. SCP-7770 puts its head back on its desk, reaching for the container of calcium carbonate. [END LOG] Addendum: Video Log Margaret 18:10-208 MARGARET 18:10-20 10 And thus did Margaret kneel upon the floor of her dwelling; and from her mouth emerged the [untranslated]9. 11 And the LORD appeared unto Margaret in the dust swirling in the air, and thus Margaret's gaze was lifted from the floor. 12 And Margaret said unto the LORD: 'Who are you? What is happening? Is it happening again?' And she cried out once more in awe and fear. 13 The LORD heard Margaret's pleas, and so He said unto her: 'I am the LORD your God, God of Abraham, God of Isaac, God of Israel. 14 What would you ask of Me?' And Margaret looked up at the visage, and she said unto the LORD: 15 'There is something wrong with me. I tried to fix it. I tried to become something better. And yet, I still hurt those around me. I still hurt myself.' 16 The LORD listened to Margaret, and He said: 'There is no fault within you that cannot be fixed by you. There is no sin of man against man that I may forgive. 17 Your will is your own, and all curses and blessings follow.' And Margaret stood, and she said: 'What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?' 18 And she said: 'If all I do to fix the pain causes more, what can I do with will?' And the LORD was silent. 19 And Margaret took the [untranslated] and smote it upon the floor; and the visage of the LORD was scattered. 20 And now that the light of the LORD had left her, Margaret cried out once more. Addendum: Video Log 2022-04-26 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2022-04-26 14:52 NOTE: SCP-7770's lunch preceding this regurgitation event had been four vintage horseshoes. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 9:59 AM, SCP-7770 begins retching over the metal bin placed besides its desk. It collapses to the floor before laboriously vomiting up the partial remains of 5 cats. Each body shows varying signs of decomposition; the first regurgitated cat is almost nothing but bones, while the last cat expelled barely shows any signs of being digested. The last body is the only incomplete one, as it is missing its hindquarters. After ensuring that it was done vomiting, SCP-7770 calls to a staff member to remove the bodies. It then climbs into bed and curls up with a pillow pressed against its stomach. A few minutes after regurgitation, the five bodies begin to reanimate. Disparate sections of the same corpses knit together and the cats try to stand up. SCP-7770 reacts to the squelching sound this produces by jumping out of bed and running to the far wall away from the bodies, shouting for assistance. The cats move slowly towards SCP-7770. As they approach, SCP-7770 stops shouting and sinks down, sitting against the wall with its arms wrapped around its knees. SCP-7770: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so so so sorry… It begins to cry. The cat without its hindquarters meows. It is moving slower than the others, dragging itself along. A stray scrap of viscera drags behind it. SCP-7770: I just—I needed to be better, to not hurt the people around me, and I was desperate, and I hurt you, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry… SCP-7770 buries its head between its knees and continues to apologize. The cats reach SCP-7770 and begin to rub against its legs. Their purring is very loud. The cat without its hindquarters drags itself next to SCP-7770 and settles down against it. The other cats follow suit and sit down next to or close to SCP-7770 as it apologizes and cries. They all remain in this position for half an hour. It is unknown at which point during this time the bodies of the cats deanimate once more. [END LOG] Addendum: Audio Log 2022-05-12 AUDIO10 LOG DATE: 2022-05-12 02:12 NOTE: SCP-7770 had refused to eat the day before. [BEGIN LOG] At 2:12 AM, SCP-7770 can be heard retching.11 This continues intermittently for a few minutes. It begins to cry softly as well. UNKNOWN: Oh, Maggie. Oh, no. UNKNOWN: Here, sweetie. Wipe your nose. That'll make you feel better. UNKNOWN: Come here. Let me feel your forehead, okay? The rustling of sheets. UNKNOWN: Hmm. You don't feel hot. Do you think it's something you ate? SCP-7770: Uh huh. UNKNOWN: Oh dear. Okay. I'll get you some peppermint tea. Your grandfather swore by peppermint for an upset tummy. SCP-7770: No! No, please, it's okay. Don't go anywhere. Just sit with me. Please? UNKNOWN: Of course, sweetie. There's silence for a few minutes, occasionally broken by SCP-7770's retching. SCP-7770: Other than…other than peppermint. Is there anything else that helps? Other foods, I mean. UNKNOWN: You know, most people wouldn't want to talk about food while they're throwing up. SCP-7770: Please? UNKNOWN: Okay, okay. Well. I know bland foods like crackers and rice cakes are supposed to be soothing. I had a friend in college who always swore by chewing on raw ginger, but ginger ale works wonders as well. UNKNOWN: But do you know what always worked for me? SCP-7770: What? UNKNOWN: French onion soup. SCP-7770: What? No way! UNKNOWN: I swear to you. It's the Domery cure for everything. The caramelized onion, the thick cheese melted on the top, the sliced fancy bread soaking at the bottom… SCP-7770: Stop making me hungry, I'm sick! The unknown voice laughs. UNKNOWN: Sorry, sorry! I got carried away. UNKNOWN: What makes you ask about sick-day foods? SCP-7770: I just… SCP-7770: It's been a really, really long time since I've had anything good to eat. UNKNOWN: I know, sweetie. I know. Silence for another few minutes. SCP-7770 has stopped retching. SCP-7770: Can I say something silly? UNKNOWN: Of course. SCP-7770: I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. UNKNOWN: What for? SCP-7770: For when our house burned down. For when you— UNKNOWN: Maggie, that's silly. It was an electrical short. You were fast asleep. You didn't do anything. SCP-7770: I know that. I know that, but no other house in our area had had any electrical shorts, not in the past few years, so something must have been different in our house, right? So it must've been me, I jinxed it or something, and I know this is stupid and a really backwards way of thinking about it but the way you looked when they brought you out… SCP-7770 falls silent. For a few moments, all that can be heard is its breath, fast and shallow. UNKNOWN: Well, okay. Let's think about it this way. If we're considering things that happened to me as evidence of your effect on my life, why focus solely on the end? SCP-7770: What? UNKNOWN: Magpie, you're not a parent. So you have no concept of the absolute joy you gave me for your entire life. Every second, every minute of every day with you was a blessing. The only reason I care about the ending is because it meant I didn't get to see you grow up. To see how you blessed other people. SCP-7770: But I'm not blessing other people, I'm hurting them! I have a— UNKNOWN: As far as I can tell, sweetie, the only person being hurt here is you. Can you imagine how hard it is for me to see you in pain? All I want to do is help you. To show you that what you deserve is so, so much more than this. SCP-7770: I know. I'm sorry. UNKNOWN: Oh, Maggie. Oh, my sweet girl. UNKNOWN: I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't be trying to guilt you like this. SCP-7770: No, no, it's okay. I should…is it okay if I try? UNKNOWN: Try what? SCP-7770: To do better. To stop…stop hurting me. UNKNOWN: That would be a good thing, yes. SCP-7770: Will you see? When I do? UNKNOWN: Of course. SCP-7770 yawns. UNKNOWN: Go back to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning. That's another cure for nausea, you know. SCP-7770: Will you be here? When I wake up? UNKNOWN: I'm sorry, Maggie, I don't know. I don't know how I'm here now. UNKNOWN: But I'll stay here until you fall asleep. Okay? SCP-7770: Then I'll stay awake. Tonight, and then tomorrow night, and then— UNKNOWN: Okay. Okay, silly. How about this. UNKNOWN: You lie down and rest your eyes, and I'll sit with you. SCP-7770: But you won't leave, right? I won't be asleep. UNKNOWN: I'll be here with you. Even if you do fall asleep, I'll be with you. I promise. SCP-7770: Okay. SCP-7770: I love you, Mom. UNKNOWN: I love you too, Maggie. I love you so, so very much. No other noise is recorded. [END LOG] Addendum: On 2022-05-13, SCP-7770 requested its first meal outside of the parameters of its anomalous diet. Its dinner that night consisted of peppermint tea, ginger ale, and French onion soup. Footnotes 1. Pica is a psychological phenomenon characterized by the consumption of items that would not usually be considered edible. 2. A hamsa is a hand-shaped amulet commonly found in the Middle East, believed to protect against the evil eye. 3. Tortoiseshell cats are considered to be good luck in many cultures. 4. SCP-7770 had been in foster care since 2014, after its mother died in a house fire. 5. A cornicello is a horn-shaped protective charm found in some regions of Italy. 6. Later identified by the Demonology Department as Eishet, a Lilithian Copulative Contract Agent. 7. Later identified by the Demonology Department as Borborygmus, a Faustian Contract Initiation Officer. 8. Due to an insuppressible cognitohazardous effect present in the original footage, human transcription is not possible without severe religious repercussions. The following log was transcribed automatically. It was then manually translated from Akkadian. 9. This word does not appear in any known Akkadian text. However, it shares its root with the terms for "honor", "weight", "passion", and "liver". 10. The motion-activated camera in SCP-7770's room malfunctioned and did not record this regurgitation event. Only audio was captured. 11. No evidence of regurgitated material was found. More From This Author More From This Author Sonderance's Works SCPs SCP-6531 • SCP-5640 • SCP-5625 • SCP-7302 • SCP-4653 • SCP-5785 • SCP-6012 • SCP-8880 • Tales/GoI Formats Sudoku Puzzles and a Lit Cigarette • Other Sonderance • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7770" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7770. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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by Dr Asteria & weiserthanyou WARNING: The file you are attempting to access is restricted to those with LEVEL 6 Clearance only. If you have found this document in error, you now have 60 seconds before deployment of lethal auditory-visual cognitohazards. Otherwise, please enter your secure phrase. Does the Black Moon howl? Not for fear of waking the sun. SECURE PHRASE ACCEPTED. ACCESSING… Welcome, O5-7. The following document is in the process of deletion, pending a vote by the O5 Council. No further edits may be made until the vote is resolved. ITEM #: SCP-7771 LEVEL6 COSMIC TOP SECRET CONTAINMENT CLASS: flor galana SECONDARY CLASS: eparch DISRUPTION CLASS: dark RISK CLASS: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level6 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of 05/06/2005, containment procedures are no longer in force. See Addendum 7771.2. Description: SCP-7771 is a non-anomalous abstract concept used to explain the likelihood (or lack thereof) of any given event. While numerous predictable factors affect the probability of a given event, the sum of their effects adds a degree of uncertainty that cannot be accurately predicted. The common term for this concept and the associated uncertainty is "luck." ADDENDUM 7771.1: Emergency Overseer Conference [03/01/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council FOREWORD: On January 1-2, 2005, a series of extremely unlikely structural and technical failures within Sites-19 and -77 resulted in cascading containment breaches in both Sites, a combined total of over 100 casualties and fatalities, and the narrow prevention of a K-class scenario resulting from the breaches. In the aftermath of these events, an emergency Overseer meeting was called to discuss possible methods of preventing similarly improbable and unfortunate events in the future. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <The thirteen council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room.> O5-1: As I’m sure you have all read up on the events of the last 72 hours, today’s meeting has one purpose: to decide on a course of action to prevent disasters of this scale from happening again. O5-9: But, the disasters were averted? O5-3: The problem is that they almost happened, Nine, and we only barely avoided a Broken Masquerade in the aftermath, or worse. In any case, most of the problems, and similar problems we've experienced over the last year, weren’t caused by human error, just natural factors we have little to no control over. We can’t control the weather, for example. O5-10: We could, just not practically. O5-9: How are we supposed to mitigate that risk further than we already have? We funnel as many resources as we can into training and containment technology, and a simple policy change can’t account for random chance. O5-5: I have a proposition. <There is a pause in discussion.> O5-1: Well, spit it out, Five. O5-5: The very nature of our organization’s work is to contain the uncontainable. To hide away the most dangerous objects this universe has to offer. O5-7: Your point being? O5-5: Our work is, by definition, unlucky. The more Keter-class anomalies we cram into a site, the more likely they’ll eventually break out. <The O5s murmur in agreement.> O5-3: We already have fail-safes and backups, Five. Nuclear warheads and highly trained security personnel, AICs and emergency response systems. O5-5: Exactly my point. As Ten said, we could control the odds, just not practically. So, we’ll need some help. O5-1: What exactly are you proposing, Five? O5-5: We have already bent the natural laws of this universe to our whim for the purposes of our organization. I propose we commandeer another cosmic force. O5-12: …You’re not saying– O5-5: I see my dear Twelve has already figured it out. We have bent Death to our will, why stop there? If we could somehow manipulate the odds outside of a few policy changes and equipment upgrades, we could make Site-19 invincible no matter how many Keters we stuff in it. O5-1: Five, you’re proposing we contain– O5-5: Lady Luck herself, precisely, One. If we can’t control the amount of times we roll the dice, then we have to get the odds on our side. The house always wins. <The O5s discuss.> O5-13: This is absurd, Five! We absolutely cannot alter a non-anomalous law of the universe. O5-9: And, if this little project goes haywire? What then? O5-12: We have Exclusionary Sites for a reason, Nine. <The O5s discuss louder.> O5-1: Silence! Five, assemble a research team and have them draft a proposal. We will not vote on it until you have something more concrete than “change the odds.” O5-5: Fair enough. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Potential means of achieving this goal were devised and compiled in Project Proposal: Loaded Dice, detailed below. ADDENDUM 7771.2: Project Proposal PROJECT LOADED DICE PURPOSE: To develop a method of reliable artificial probability manipulation to the benefit for the Foundation. ABSTRACT: Foundation policy has historically focused on preventing and mitigating accidents and disasters through redundancy, failsafes, and personnel protocol rather than altering the fundamental probability of unfavorable events. Certain contained anomalies are capable of such probability manipulation, proving it to be possible and capable of directly affecting Foundation operations. METHOD: The primary focus of Project Loaded Dice is the study, utilization, and replication of anomalies capable of altering probability or luck. Research Area-8 is to be established within 250 kilometers of Site-01. The research and experimentation involved in Project Loaded Dice are to take place exclusively at this area. Temporary housing and containment facilities are to be built for all personnel, humanoid anomalies, and objects used in the project. A substantial budget is to be at the project’s disposal until its success or failure as deemed by the O5 Council. Any anomalies required for the project are to be approved for transfer from other Foundation facilities. O5 Council Vote [09/01/2005] PROPOSAL: Approve Project Loaded Dice, as submitted by O5-5. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS PASSED RESULT: Proposal approved. ADDENDUM 7771.3: Containment Attempts Attempt #1 METHOD: SCP-503.A human possessing an anomalous tendency towards short-term fortune and survival but long-term misfortune. OBSERVATIONS: Attempts to study and replicate SCP-503's effects have been made throughout the span of its containment. SCP-503 is to be immediately transported to Foundation sites believed to be under imminent threat of mass containment breach or destruction. RESULT: No attempts to reverse-engineer or replicate SCP-503's effects have been successful. Usage of SCP-503 as a means of affecting luck of endangered sites halted after Site-47's emergency failsafes experience unexpected failure during a containment breach, allowing SCP-503 to survive but allowing multiple aggressive entities to escape the site entirely. Attempt #2 METHOD: SCP-738.A desk that, when a person sits in front of it, manifests an invisible entity that offers to make a deal with the person seated in front of the desk. This deal is almost always at great personal cost to the person making it. OBSERVATIONS: SCP-738 was asked "What would you want in exchange for the safety of all Foundation sites and personnel, and the prevention of all scenarios that directly endanger them, without altering normalcy or consensus reality?" RESULT: Price stated to be "The human capacity for self-determination." Price deemed unacceptable. Attempt #3 METHOD: SCP-2719.Objects and concepts acted upon by SCP-2719 will either go or become inside. This allows direct interactions of abstract concepts. OBSERVATIONS: Pointer Outcome Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. Good Luck Became inside. SCP Foundation Became inside. RESULT: Good Luck Outside. Attempt #4 METHOD: SCP-5655.A reality-bending humanoid that attempts to grant any wishes given to it, although often only in a loose sense. OBSERVATIONS: SCP-5655-1 was given the request "I wish for a method of increasing the SCP Foundation's luck and protection from misfortune." RESULT: SCP-5655-1 produced a four-leaf clover. Attempt #5 METHOD: Hypothetical "Probability Manipulator" device OBSERVATIONS: Project Fortune's Favor, an existing attempt to create a device capable of manipulating probability and functioning in a similar manner to a Scranton Reality Anchor or Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink, was given additional funding and staff. RESULT: No force, interaction, or particle has been discovered that is related to or directly affects probability. Research ongoing. Attempt #6 METHOD: SCP-2305.A sheaf of papers describing hypothetical anomaly neutralization attempts carried out by the Foundation, always ending in failure with a "moral of the story." OBSERVATIONS: Item #: SCP-7771 Object Class: Keter Proposed Neutralization Method: Manipulation of SCP-001-SWANN.Pataphysical entities capable of determining the "narrative" of our universe. entities is executed via a combination of amnestics and non-lethal memetic agents. Result of Neutralization Attempt: SCP-001-SWANN entities are compelled to create events with an absolute certainty to happen/not happen to the benefit of the Foundation. However, due to suddenly having to deal in universal absolutes, SCP-001-SWANN entities are overwhelmed in having to manage other minor events (such as nuclear fission) rather than continuing human consciousness. This causes an EK-Class End of Human Consciousness Scenario which eventually develops into a ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario. "The moral of the story:" Writer's block sucks. Please take breaks. RESULT: Neutralization method not attempted. 107 ADDITIONAL ATTEMPTS AVAILABLE IN EXPERIMENT LOG H-7771 WARNING: Please enter your alternate secure phrase for further reading. Reminder that failure to enter the correct phrase will result in deployment of Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") to your location. t3H0u$Alw4y5w!ns ENTER SECURE PHRASE ACCEPTED ADDENDUM 7771.4: Pre-Vote Overseer Conference [19/05/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council (sans O5-7) FOREWORD: After the untimely and unlikely death of O5-7, the Overseers were assembled for yet another emergency meeting to discuss a replacement. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <The twelve council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room.> O5-1: I’m sure this won’t be news to many of you. <pauses> O5-7 has been terminated. O5-4: Wh– how? O5-3: According to her staff, she was forced to postpone her daily “fortification” ritual by a couple minutes due to an attack by the Chaos Insurgency. Alpha-1 swiftly dealt with them, but by pure chance, she suffered a heart attack during that time. O5-13: Well, bring her back! O5-12: We could, however, Five and I have devised a way to take advantage of her rather… extended leave of absence. <O5-5 distributes a document to the other members.> O5-10: What’s this? O5-5: This is an internal dossier on POI-777, a humanoid being possessing significant “Tychekinetic”.Probability manipulation abilities. Coincidentally, her real name is Pantelina Tyche. O5-13: And, your little pet project would benefit greatly from her? Why should we care? <O5-5 glances at O5-12.> O5-12: She’s classified as an apex-tier pluripotent entity. O5-9: Why haven’t we heard of her before? O5-5: My staff has been watching her for some time, though we chose to keep it secret. O5-12: After all, it would be much more difficult to convince you all to allow a scip as a member of the Overseers. O5-1: A member? O5-5: That’s right, One. O5-9: You want to give an all powerful being a seat at this table? Are you insane? O5-12: Yes. O5-5: Precisely. O5-9: …To which question? O5-13: Why would we do this? You’ve had risky ideas before, but giving a god full security clearance and a say in all of our major decisions is begging for trouble. O5-3: Your project also hasn’t produced any favorable results, Five. By all means, we can shut your project down right now. O5-12: Do you have a better idea, Three? If we can get her on our side, we could solve countless problems facing us. It’s just a matter of convincing her to help. O5-4: And, if she isn’t convinced? O5-11: We have other methods. O5-1: How do you even intend to convince her, Five and Twelve? O5-12: By doing what we do to every god we mess with. We play on her hubris. O5-5: And, we make a bet with Lady Luck. O5-3: How will you win? O5-12: The same way as always, of course: cheating. <END TRANSCRIPT> ADDENDUM 7771.5: O5 Council Vote [19/05/2005] PROPOSAL: Recruit PoI-777 and instate her in the position of O5-7. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI — VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS PASSED RESULT: Proposal approved. ADDENDUM 7771.6: POI-777 Internal Dossier POI-777 ("Pantelina Tyche"), circa 1902. DESIGNATION: POI-777 NAME: Pantelina Tyche LAST SEEN: 04/06/2005 CONFIRMED ANOMALOUS ABILITIES: Extreme probability manipulation, extrasensory perceptions and awareness.While POI-777 is not omniscient, her abilities still grant her knowledge of events happening wherever she is focused, regardless of distance., Class █ ontokinetic abilities (unconfirmed), Indefinite lifespan.Similar yet distinct from immortality as, while the subject no longer ages, they can still be terminated through other means., at-will creation of retroactive CK-class Restructuring Scenarios (presumed). DESCRIPTION: POI-777 is a humanoid being of Greek descent. Estimated to have been born around 3000 BCE, POI-777 is believed to be the Greek goddess "Tyche", or the being the mythology is based on. POI-777 has seemingly total control over the probability of events, even being able to "will" events into happening. Observations of POI-777 seem to suggest she has influence over events happening universewide, being able to intervene if she so chooses. In essence, POI-777 is capable of nearly anything she desires by simply manipulating the odds of an event happening to be absolutely certain. As such, POI-777 is considered extremely dangerous. [04/06/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: O5-██ POI-777 ("Pantelina Tyche") COMMAND Five Members of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") FOREWORD: Below is the Foundation's first interaction with POI-777. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <O5-██, accompanied by five members of MTF Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand"), arrives at the ████ casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. The six of them are dressed in black suits with concealed weapons.> COMMAND: Roulette tables, high limit area. O5-██: <to COMMAND> Copy. <O5-██ nods to the MTF members who then disperse to other nearby tables to observe O5-██.> <O5-██ arrives at a roulette table. Standing at the table is POI-777, dressed in a floor length purple dress with golden jewelry. She is accompanied by various players. Her winnings total $1.5 million. The croupier places a ball on the wheel.> ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, lucky 22! POI-777: Oh, please, my luck has to run out at some point! Maybe you’ll actually win for once! CROUPIER: 27 red. ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: Fuck! No! POI-777: Oof, I guess not. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table and hands POI-777 $1.75 million in chips.> <The ACCOMPANYING PLAYER places his head in his hands.> ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: Oh god… oh god… POI-777: Hey, cheer up, maybe you’ll hit a hot streak at some point! ACCOMPANYING PLAYER: You’ve been saying that for the past twelve spins! POI-777: Oh, right. Tough break, then. <The ACCOMPANYING PLAYER storms off in frustration. O5-██ then stands at the table next to POI-777. The two share a smile. He trades $100,000 in chips and places $25,000 of it on Red. The croupier spins the wheel.> O5-██: Y’know, some say that people are just born unlucky. POI-777: Hm? O5-██: Or, they believe certain numbers are “lucky.” I don’t quite believe that. POI-777: <pauses> Is that so? CROUPIER: 35 black. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table.> O5-██: Of course. “Luck” doesn’t exist. It’s simply how our feeble human minds deal with mathematical probabilities. I lost my bet not because I was “unlucky,” but because of the slight movements in the dealer’s fingers when he rolls the ball and spins the wheel. Or, the tiny discrepancies in the air temperature around the ball, creating different magnitudes of air resistance. <O5-██ places another $15,000 on 18 red. POI-777 places $25,000 on 2 black. The croupier spins the wheel.> POI-777: Sure, “luck” may only exist in concept, but you really don’t believe that some people or things are more prone to these imperceptible differences? O5-██: The expected probability of landing heads on a coin flip is 50%. Yet, flip a coin 10, 100, a thousand, even a million times, and it won’t be exactly 50/50. Those people just happened to land in the groups of 36 heads or 64 tails. CROUPIER: 2 black. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table and hands POI-777 $875,000 in chips.> O5-██: <chuckles> Like I just did right now. <POI-777 smirks.> O5-██: By chance, those people, those numbers, those superstitions, they prime our brains into making connections. That’s what our brains do best. And, once you realize that luck doesn’t exist at all, and that it’s all about percentages and normal distribution, you get pretty comfortable testing the odds. <O5-██ places $50,000 on 13 black. POI-777 places $500,000 on 7 red. The croupier spins the wheel.> POI-777: It’s not all math, is it, though? O5-██: How so? POI-777: I bet I can convince you. CROUPIER: Double 0. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table.> O5-██: You lost. POI-777: <smiles> That I did. You bet 7 and I’ll bet 13 this time. <O5-██ places his remaining chips ($10,000) on 7 red. POI-777 places $500,000 on 13 black. The croupier spins the wheel.> POI-777: Now watch. <The ball rolls seemingly randomly around the wheel. As the ball slows down, POI-777 makes a gesture with her finger and takes a sip of her drink in front of O5-██. The ball lands in a slot.> CROUPIER: 13 black. <The croupier takes the pile of chips on the table and hands POI-777 $17.5 million in chips.> O5-██: Coincidence. POI-777: Maybe. But, it sure is damn coincidental I won the one time we switched bets, I made a gesture, and took a sip of my drink. O5-██: You’re not saying–? POI-777: <to the CROUPIER> I’d like to cash out now. CROUPIER: Yes, ma’am. POI-777: <to O5-██> Why don’t we go get a drink? <The croupier hands POI-777 a ticket for her winnings.> POI-777: Thank you. O5-██: I don’t believe I’ve gotten your name? POI-777: It’s Tyche. O5-██: Charmed, I’m [DATA EXPUNGED]. POI-777: A pleasure. O5-██: <gestures> Shall we? <O5-██ and POI-777 proceed to leave the table in the direction of the Casino Bar and Lounge. MTF Alpha-1 follows closely.> POI-777: You see, Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED], “luck” isn’t entirely a man-made concept. A man of science like yourself would see it that way, no doubt. O5-██: Hm. POI-777: Things in this world aren’t always exactly as they seem, [DATA EXPUNGED]. There are… things that cannot be explained. Maybe even special people out there with special powers. The myths of old have to be explained by something. O5-██: I’ll believe it when I see it. Even then, everything can be explained with science. If not, then it’s an unknowable law of the cosmos that us humans must accept we’ll never know. POI-777: That is not the nature of humanity. Humans must know everything. For example, <gestures towards a slot machine> <The player at the slot machine POI-777 gestured towards immediately wins the maximum prize listed on the machine.> POI-777: Or, <gestures again towards a game of craps> <The shooter at the game rolls “snake eyes” which result in defeated groans at the table.> COMMAND: Anomalous abilities confirmed, O5-██. POI-777: Even the fact that– <gestures> <All five members of MTF Alpha-1 simultaneously bump into five separate waiters holding drinks.> POI-777: –I now know where your men are. <After assisting the waiters, MTF Alpha-1 makes their way towards O5-██ and POI-777, procuring their concealed weapons.> O5-██: <to ALPHA-1> Stand down. Do not engage. <MTF Alpha-1 stops.> POI-777: <smiles> Now, Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED], if my memory is correct, you “do not believe in luck”? <O5-██ is silent.> POI-777: Why would a “man of science” like yourself be accompanied by five military trained guards to talk with some random lady at a casino? O5-██: <hesitates> <To ALPHA-1> Disperse. <MTF Alpha-1 disperses through the crowd.> POI-777: That’s what I thought. What is it you want, O5-██? <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Initial contact between O5-██ and POI-777 successful. ADDENDUM 7771.7: Containment Attempts (Cont.) Attempt #113 METHOD: See below. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <O5-██ and POI-777 are seated at a booth in the very back of the Casino Bar and Lounge. O5-██ is drinking a glass of whiskey neat, while POI-777 enjoys a lemon ouzo cocktail. O5-██’s earpiece is placed on the table between the two of them.> POI-777: Certainly kind of you to treat me to a cocktail before whatever interrogation is about to happen. <O5-██ is silent.> POI-777: I know your men are still around. I happened to see them in the reflection of your glasses. O5-██: <hesitates> I represent an organization known as the SCP Fou– POI-777: I know who you are, jailor. Do you think this is the first I’ve heard of your so-called “Foundation”? <O5-██ takes a sip from his drink.> POI-777: Of course you do. I expect nothing less from a man with your ego. O5-██: Then you know what we’re trying to accomplish, yes? POI-777: Of course. You intend to use my powers for your own benefit. O5-██: It’s a bit more complicated than that. POI-777: Then, do tell. O5-██: Like us or hate us, we are the last line of defense against this world’s downfall. If you weren’t aware, the world almost ended a few months ago. POI-777: I knew that. O5-██: Then, why didn’t you use your powers to stop it? It was caused by pure chance, we weren’t at fault for it. POI-777: Because unlike you I do not pervert the natural course of this world with what or how I think things should be. Humans are capable of incredible things, but they fail to realize they are an insignificant speck in the unknowable cosmos you claim to believe in and impose your will on. <POI-777 takes a sip from her cocktail.> POI-777: And, as far as I can tell, there’s only one god at this table. <The two sit in silence.> O5-██: A lot of talk from someone we found manipulating the odds to get rich. POI-777: I hardly believe defrauding a casino is at all equivalent to the modus operandi of your organization. Besides, a goddess gets bored. O5-██: An entire civilization dedicated altars to you, performed rituals in your name, many were devoted to you. They created art, stories, offerings. The mythology they wrote about you is still being told thousands of years later today. You really don’t think that too contributes to an inflated ego? <POI-777 glares at O5-██.> O5-██: Your powers caused you to cease aging. But, you can still die. And, frankly, with a lifespan as long as yours, I bet a bit of luck had to do with keeping you alive. I assure you your luck will run out. <POI-777 is silent for a few moments before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. This goes on for a few minutes, to the annoyance of O5-██.> POI-777: <laughing> Wait, wait, wait! I’m so sorry! My luck? Me? The goddess of fortune? I will run out of luck? <laughing even harder> That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! <POI-777 continues laughing for a few more minutes before finally calming down.> POI-777: C’mon, c’mon, let's get this over with! I have some more games to play. What is it you want? O5-██: If you join our organization, you will have a seat at the council. You will get to make decisions on how to keep this world living, as well as many unimaginable benefits. POI-777: Sorry, not interested. O5-██: We can ensure your continued existence. POI-777: No matter how effective of an organization like yours is, this universe will come to an end eventually. Even if you last until then, if there is nothing left for you, there is nothing left for me. O5-██: Please– <POI-777 begins to stand up.> POI-777: Thank you for the drink, but I have to get going now. O5-██: <sighs> Then, you leave me no choice. POI-777: Hm? O5-██: A boon. <POI-777 sits back down.> O5-██: I want a boon. POI-777: “Win by persuasion, not by force.” O5-██: And, did that go so well? <POI-777 is silent.> O5-██: A bet. I want to make a bet. POI-777: Ha! Your funeral! <O5-██ is silent.> POI-777: Oh, you’re serious? Okay. What kind of bet? O5-██: A game– POI-777: There are plenty around us. What will it be? Roulette? Blackjack? Craps? <O5-██ produces a Smith & Wesson revolver from his jacket pocket, just far enough for POI-777 to see.> O5-██: Russian roulette. <POI-777 appears shocked and dumbfounded.> O5-██: Don’t worry. You’re not playing. <O5-██ loads one bullet and hands the gun to POI-777.> O5-██: You can check that the gun is indeed loaded. <POI-777 examines the chamber and hands the gun back.> POI-777: That it is. O5-██: The rules of the bet are simple. After every trigger pull against my head, I will load in another bullet and spin the chamber. You are free to manipulate the odds as you see fit. If I survive until the end, you have to join the council and help us. If I don’t, well… you know. The game ends when the gun goes off. POI-777: You’re mad. O5-██: Maybe. <O5-██ offers his hand for a handshake.> O5-██: Do we have a deal? <POI-777 hesitates before shaking O5-██’s hand.>.MTF Alpha-1 reported the local Hume level suddenly rising by ~20 Hm at this moment before dissipating to normal. POI-777: Deal. <O5-██ spins the chamber and pulls back the hammer. O5-██ puts the barrel of the gun to his head and hesitates for a few moments.> O5-██: Here goes. <O5-██ pulls the trigger. The gun does not fire. O5-██ breathes a sigh of relief.> POI-777: I was going easy on you. <O5-██ loads another bullet and hands the gun to POI-777, who examines it and hands it back. O5-██ spins the chamber and pulls back the hammer. He puts the barrel to his head and pulls the trigger. The gun does not fire.> POI-777: <winces> Oh my god, oh my god. O5-██: Getting pretty lucky, huh? <O5-██ loads another bullet and hands the gun to POI-777, who examines it and hands it back. O5-██ spins the chamber and pulls back the hammer. He puts the barrel to his head and pulls the trigger. The gun fires.> POI-777: <stands up and screams> Πουτάνας γιος!.Translated: "Son of a bitch!" <The bullet exits O5-██’s skull and lands in the wall to his side. He collapses onto the table, blood pooling from the entrance and exit wound. Visible burns are seen around the entrance wound while skull fragments and brain matter dots the wall to his side.> <MTF Alpha-1 and various casino security personnel arrive quickly at POI-777’s location. Most patrons have fled the scene, but some are gathered around.> CASINO SECURITY: What the hell happened?! POI-777: <upset> I-I don’t know! We were just talking and suddenly he put a gun to his head! CASINO SECURITY: Someone call 911! Stay there, you’re not going anywhere. POI-777: Wh– but I didn’t do anything! CASINO SECURITY: I SAID STAY THERE! <O5-██’s finger twitches as he lets out a raspy groan.> CASINO SECURITY: This guy’s still alive! <The security guard runs to O5-██’s side and helps him.> CASINO SECURITY: Hey! Are you okay? What’s your name? O5-██: <raspily> <to POI-777> I… won… CASINO SECURITY: What? POI-777: Th-that’s not possible! The game’s over, no, no, you lost! <Two members of Alpha-1 walk up to the scene and push the security guard out of the way.> CASINO SECURITY: Hey! What the fuck, man! <Alpha-1 picks up O5-██ by the shoulders. O5-██ is able to bring his head up to face POI-777. Blood drains from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.> O5-██: <raspily> They told… me… they were fake… POI-777: I knew that! I-I willed— O5-██: <smiles weakly> I… survived… <gurgles> didn’t I…? <POI-777 stares blankly.> POI-777: <screaming> Oh, you bastard! Μαλάκας!.Translated: "Asshole!" <Alpha-1 starts dragging O5-██ out of the casino.> O5-██: <raspily> We’ll… be in… contact… see you… soon… Jailor… <All members of Alpha-1 don gas masks. A mask is placed on O5-██ and POI-777 is offered one, too. She puts it on. POI-777 glares at O5-██ as they leave.> <Class A amnestics and sedatives in gaseous form are disseminated through the casino vents. Panic ensues as patrons attempt and fail to flee due to the doors being locked. All within the building succumb to its effects. Alpha-1 and O5-██ exit the casino as MTF Alpha-45 (“Janitors”) arrives.> <END TRANSCRIPT> RESULT: O5-7 was found by MTF Alpha-45 outside the casino. She was given an earpiece connected to Foundation secure frequencies and told to await further instructions. O5-██ was treated with SCP-███ for his injuries. ADDENDUM 7771.8: O5-7's First Meeting 08/06/2005 PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council FOREWORD: The Overseer Council’s first meeting with the newly appointed O5-7. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <Eleven of the council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room. O5-██’s head has been wrapped in bandages.> O5-1: Where are Five and Seven? O5-12: Be patient, One, they’ll be arriving shortly. O5-1: <frustrated> Well, you and Five’s little experiment isn’t boding much confidence in me. We took a huge risk with her, and it better pay off. O5-12: I assure you it will. <The doors to the room open, revealing O5-5 and -7.> O5-5: My apologies, everyone. Seven had a bit of trouble finding the entrance. <O5-7 is dressed in an off-white business suit with a purple tie. She wears golden earrings and hair pieces, with her hair pulled into a bun. She is visibly disgruntled and has her arms crossed. The two walk towards the table.> O5-12: <stands up> Ah, O5-7! Five has told us a lot about you, I am O5-12. <O5-12 offers to shake hands with -7, but she refuses.> O5-12: Right… This is One and Two. <gestures> <O5-2 nods while -1 does not.> O5-12: This is Three and Four. <gestures> O5-3: Hello. <O5-4 raises their hand. O5-7 does not acknowledge their greetings.> O5-12: This is Six, Eight, and Nine. <gestures> O5-6: You have big shoes to fill, hun. O5-8: And, you may be a few sizes too small. <O5-9 gives a simple wave.> O5-12: Lastly, this is Ten, Eleven, and Thirteen. <gestures> <O5-10 does not look up from her documents. O5-11 shares a smile. O5-13 glares at O5-7.> O5-12: Welcome to the council! O5-7: Charmed. O5-5: Please, have a seat. <O5-7 sits between O5-6 and -8. A moment of awkward silence is shared by the council.> O5-12: <coughs> Right, so Seven has been brought onto the council to assist us in protecting the Foundation from harm. O5-7: “Brought on?” You mean “tricked,” right? O5-12: Excuse me? <All council members turn to look at O5-7.> O5-7: I’m only here because of the boon I’m forced to give O5-██. You can’t say I’m here willingly. O5-1: With all due respect, Seven, a few of us voted against your appointment to the council.. For some of us, this isn’t willing either. <O5-7 sneers at -1.> O5-13: By all means, you are free to leave. Though we can’t say the alternative will be very pleasant. O5-9: Oh, please, Thirteen, give the poor girl a break. O5-13: I’m just saying! Would you like to break that boon, Seven? O5-7: <hesitates> No… O5-13: Good. O5-1: Ahem, if you two are done, I would like to remind you we have extremely important business to attend to. Personal matters can wait. Eleven? O5-11: <clears throat> The Amnestics Production committee says we’re running low on Class E. Even though they’re used significantly less than Class A or even C, SCP-███ has not been able to keep up with the demand for production since Incident █-███. O5-7: Why is that my concern? O5-5: It’s the job of the council to see to all of the major problems the Foundation faces, not just ones that interest us. As you were saying, Eleven? O5-11: We can attempt to ramp up production of Y-909, which will require additional D-Class and more frequent executions of the Atzak protocol. [DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] <O5-7 is silent for the majority of the meeting as the other Overseers discuss among themselves. She fidgets with her hair, until coming to an abrupt stop.> O5-6: The U.S. Senate is liable to approve legislation that would restrict our ability to operate undercover within D.C. Suggestions? O5-3: This year’s midt– O5-7: <interrupting> I could rig the odds to make sure it gets voted down no matter what. Bipartisanly, if needed. O5-6: …Three? O5-3: That… would be theoretically possible, but it would be a little suspicious if too many Republicans vote against it. I’ll have my Oversight Committee look into it. <O5-12 elbows -13.> O5-1: Thank you, Seven. <O5-5 and -7 share a smile.> [DATA OMITTED FOR BREVITY] <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: O5-7 integrated efficiently with Foundation command structure and began proactively working with the Council to solve problems. Project Loaded Dice is deemed a success by O5-██, -██, -██, -██, -██, and -██. ADDENDUM 7771.9: Actions Taken By O5-7 [17/06/2005] PROPOSER: O5-7 PROPOSAL: Improve overall D-class living conditions, including 30 minutes of additional recreational time per day, access to drug rehabilitation at all Sites housing a permanent D-class population, and expanding access to approved means of entertainment for all D-class with "Good" behavior or better. Objective is to improve D-class morale and cooperation, reducing likelihood of riots and mutinies. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS PASSED RESULT: Measure approved. Changes set to be implemented beginning 07/18/2005. [19/06/2005] PROPOSER: Dr. Ramone García, Project Loaded Dice Research Director PROPOSAL: Use SCP-181's.A human possessing great personal luck but passively increasing the probability of disaster around him. anomalous abilities to fund Foundation projects. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS DENIED RESULT: SCP-181 shall remain in containment. Date: 15/07/2005 To: Oversight Committee for O5-7 From: O5-7 Subject: re: Cross-Testing Inform researchers that cross-testing will be significantly less restricted under my watch. So long as a proposal appears on my desk, I'll probably approve it. [01/08/2005] PROPOSER: O5-9 PROPOSAL: Increase overall security budget by 15%, providing additional staff to onsite security teams, investing in upgraded internal surveillance cameras, and increasing mandatory training for security personnel by 30 hours. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII STATUS DENIED RESULT: Security budget remains at level set in overall budget approved on 23/03/2005. Date: 19/08/2005 To: Oversight Committee for O5-7 From: O5-7 Subject: re: re: re: re: Humanoid Anomalies at Site-██ If they're uncooperative, then you have to get them to trust us, and if not that, get them to not hate us. You can be a little more leisurely in your approval of personal items, for the humanoid anomalies at least. The Foundation may be a prison, but we can't have it feel that way for the anomalies. Date: 22/11/2005 To: Oversight Committee for O5-7 From: O5-7 Subject: Pay Raises Site-██ Unfortunately, due to the budget constraints brought on by several approved projects, the 2% pay raise for Level 3 and greater personnel will not be coming. We will communicate with you of any changes as soon as possible. Enjoy the holidays, O5-7 A FULL LOG OF ACTIONS TAKEN BY O5-7 IS AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST ADDENDUM 7771.10: Joint Memorandum to the Overseer Council Foundation Internal Memo Date: 16/12/2005 To: O5-1, O5-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13 From: Containment Committee, Department of Health and Security, Department of Internal Affairs, Department of Logistics and Asset Management Subject: Official Complaint Regarding O5-7 NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. This is a memorandum to the Overseer Council written jointly by the Heads of the Containment Committee, Department of Health and Security, Department of Internal Affairs, and the Department of Logistics and Asset Management. We are raising our concern over the appointment of O5-7 on 04/06/2005. In the time since her appointment six months ago, we have noticed an unusual and alarming rise in the number of incidents the Foundation has experienced. Below are some of the statistics our various departments have reported: 65% increase in the number of successful D-Class escapes, 27% increase in the number of incidents involving anomalies in containment, 5.3% decrease in site efficiency, █ Euclid/Keter class anomalies breaching containment since appointment,.Most of which were approved for cross-testing by O5-7 or per O5-7's precedent. Neutralization of █ probability-affecting anomalies. ██ personnel injuries higher than average, No change in personnel’s adherence to protocol. Additionally, the destruction of Research Area-██, resulting in ██ personnel being terminated, is still fresh in our minds. An investigation into the incident found the cause to be a shipment of bad concrete which went unnoticed for █ years. This is an extremely rare occurrence for an organization as thorough as ours. A majority, if not all, of the incidents were caused by random chance or “bad luck.” While we do not have any direct evidence, we suspect that the Foundation’s recently poor performance is due to sabotage on O5-7’s part. The correlation between her appointment and the start of these incidents is just too blatant to be written off as coincidence. As such, we are urgently calling for her removal from the council as her current position is a detriment to the Foundation. We hope you take our concerns seriously. Sophie Gray Chairwoman of the Containment Committee Illya Vitalijovych Pavlov Head of the Department of Health and Security Jewel Jayde Morales Head of the Department of Internal Affairs Noe Young-Soo Head of Logistics and Foundation Asset Management for Site-19 ADDENDUM 7771.11: Overseer Conference on 17/12/2005 [17/12/2005] PARTIES PRESENT: Overseer Council (sans O5-7) FOREWORD: In response to the official complaint from four department heads regarding effects on Foundation activities possibly caused by O5-7, an emergency session of the O5 Council sans O5-7 was called to discuss potential courses of action. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> <Twelve of the council members are seated in Site-01’s main meeting room.> O5-1: I’m sure you have all seen the memo sent to us by multiple department heads. O5-5: This is ridiculous. O5-12: I have to agree with Five. O5-13: Of course you would! It was you two that got us in this mess. O5-2: And, now you want us to stay in it? O5-12: Seven is not a problem. O5-2: You saw the statistics, right, Twelve? O5-12: I did. O5-2: And, you have nothing to say for it? O5-12: They have no evidence. As far as we can tell, it could’ve been caused by the previous O5-7’s death or even GOI sabotage. O5-3: …That is unfortunately true. O5-13: Unbelievable, Three! O5-3: I’m forced to see things as they are, Thirteen. O5-2: The statistics–! O5-5: Are unsubstantiated and frankly ambiguous. They cannot directly connect O5-7 to these statistics, and one new Overseer out of thirteen cannot cause this much damage to an organization that has existed for over a century. O5-13: She’s not a normal Overseer. O5-3: Says the anomaly. <O5-13 glares at -3.> O5-5: Removing an Overseer is an extremely drastic move, and we have all made decisions that angered the others before. O5-13: Such as this project. O5-5: <sternly> However, Seven has only been on the council for six months. She could very well be leaving this rough patch. O5-10: Do you trust that? O5-12: Never judge a book by its cover, Ten. Out of everyone I thought you would know this. <O5-10 scoffs.> O5-1: Enough! If I am correct, everyone is confident in their opinion of O5-7? <The O5s are silent.> O5-1: Exactly, no further deliberation is needed. Honestly, this infighting gets aggravating, and I like us to remember that we make the decisions, not the department heads. As such, O5-7’s removal from this council will be put to a vote. All in favor? O5-1, -2, -4, -9, -13: Yea. O5-1: All opposed? O5-3, -5, -6, -8-, 11-, -12: Nay. O5-1: O5-10 abstains. The measure fails. O5-7 will remain on the council. O5-13: Fools, all of you. Fools, playing into her hands! O5-12: We are not removing an Overseer based on a hunch, Thirteen. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: O5-7 will remain in her current position. ADDENDUM 7771.12: Ethics Committee Correspondence Date: 17/12/2005 To: Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani From: O5-13 Subject: URGENT NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. Attachments: scp-7771.scip.net poi-777.doc o5-council-19-5-2005.vote 16-12-2005-departments-memo.txt o5-council-17-12-2005.vote Date: 17/12/2005 To: O5-13 From: Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani Subject: re: URGENT NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. O5-13, The documents you have shared with me are extremely concerning and have been forwarded to the rest of the Ethics Committee. As a consequence of O5-7's active and indisputable sabotage, her continued presence on the council will be put to a vote by this committee. However, while I thank you for the notice, the council's actions as a whole in this project will also be examined closely. Odongo Tejani Date: 19/12/2005 To: O5-13 From: Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani Subject: re: re: URGENT NOTICE: This memorandum has been sent through reality stabilizing means. The Ethics Committee has decided in favor of removing O5-7 from her current position. Effective immediately, activities of Project Loaded Dice are to be discontinued until further notice. Odongo Tejani ADDENDUM 7771.13: Task Force Incursion TASK FORCE REPORT (ONGOING) Date: 21/12/2005 Site: RA-8, 01, 06-3, 17, 19 MTF(s) Involved: Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"); Omega-1 ("Law's Left Hand"), Fireteam ALPHA and BETA; Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels"); Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") Personnel Involved: O5-7 Ordering Body: Overseer Council, Ethics Committee Planned Action(s): Forcefully discontinue Project Loaded Dice Terminate O5-7 Revive and reinstate the previous O5-7 At 8:11 AM, MTF Omega-1 (“Law’s Left Hand”) Fireteam BETA enters Research Area-8, encountering no resistance. All personnel are accounted for and sent to Site-██ for reassignment and amnesticization. Fireteam BETA secures all physical project materials, documents, and anomalies for extraction. At 11:00 AM, all present Overseers save for O5-1, -7, and -13 discreetly exit Site-01 with MTF Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”) escort, while O5-1 and -13 enter the secure bunker and seal it behind them. O5-7 is not notified of either event. At 11:07 AM, an unannounced sitewide lockdown is initiated. At 11:12 AM, MTF Omega-1 Fireteam ALPHA and MTF Omega-12 (“Achilles’ Heels”) enter Site-01 with orders to intercept and terminate O5-7.Onsite Kant counters reported the local Hume level suddenly rising by ~20 Hm at this moment before dissipating to normal.. Onsite elements of MTF Alpha-1 are ordered to protect the bunker exclusively and to not engage with other personnel. At this time, O5-7 remains in her office, not notified of the lockdown or arrival of Mobile Task Forces. At 11:18 AM, MTF Omega-1 secures the camera control room. One member of Omega-1 is injured by a falling ceiling tile. No cause apparent. MTF Omega-1 reports seven additional injuries resulting from accidents and improbable occurrences, such as falling bricks, broken bones from slipping, and others. Zero recorded fatalities. At 11:23 AM, simultaneous containment breaches are reported at Sites-06-3, -17, and -19. MTF Epsilon-11 (“Nine-Tailed Fox”) is mobilized to respond to these breaches. Presumed related to ongoing action at Site-01. By order of O5-2 and -9, half of onsite MTF Omega-12 personnel are reassigned to guard the Overseers from potential ontokinetic attack. Fireteam ALPHA and remaining MTF Omega-12 personnel continue into Site-01. Fireteam ALPHA and MTF Omega-12, now ███ feet from O5-7’s location, approach the hallway containing the Overseer’s office. As they round the corner, all members of MTF Omega-12 simultaneously complain of dizziness, nausea, and severe headaches. All members collapse within minutes, with Fireteam ALPHA unable to revive them. Medical team dispatched to their location. Fireteam ALPHA is ordered to continue into the site by COMMAND, with assistance affirmed by several nearby Mobile Task Forces. At 11:28 AM, Fireteam ALPHA assembles outside of O5-7’s office, who remains typing at a terminal. At this time, Site-01 experiences an electrical blackout, with backup generators failing to power more than the Site’s terminals and database. Fireteam ALPHA don night vision goggles and attempt to shoot O5-7 through the wall, but all provided weapons malfunction. As Fireteam ALPHA troubleshoots their weapons, several negligent discharges occur which strike other personnel. Only one member is left unharmed. O5-7 is unharmed. Full power is restored to the facility, which temporarily blinds the single member of Fireteam ALPHA. As they recover, the single member of Fireteam ALPHA enters the office to terminate O5-7. However, a weapon malfunction (presumably caused by an incomplete discharge) causes the member’s firearm to explode. This injures the member, resulting in significant damage to the hands and bleeding. The single active member of Fireteam ALPHA attempts to engage O5-7 with a knife. O5-7 unharmed. Surviving member's vital signs destabilizing; presumed incapacitated. Further support from nearby Mobile Task Forces, including MTF Alpha-1 and Omega-12, are en route. THE CURRENT SITUATION IS ONGOING. MORE INFORMATION WILL BE AVAILABLE SOON… expunge "scp-7771.scip.net" You are attempting to expunge a file from the RAISA archives. This action requires at least seven members of the Overseer Council to enter their alternate secure phrase. If this was in error, please log out and shutdown your terminal immediately. Otherwise, please enter your secure phrases now. 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SCP-7772, Version 1.0 SCP-7772, Version 3.0 MESSAGE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is outdated, and does not fully reflect the Foundation's knowledge on the object. Please be advised some information is inaccurate or false. For an updated and accurate file, please see "SCP-7772, Version 3.0". Item #: SCP-7772 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7772 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber. SCP-7772 is prohibited from obtaining or viewing any material depicting deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers unless authorized for testing purposes. Should a test require SCP-7772's anomalous effects to occur, it is to be within a heat-resistant and blast-resistant testing chamber, capable of withstanding beyond the highest temperature SCP-7772 has been recorded to reach. Should SCP-7772's anomalous effects occur inadvertently and result in a containment breach, SCP-7772 is to be allowed to destroy the Mr. Rogers-related material which triggered its anomalous effects until its anomalous effects cease. Should they persist after the material is destroyed, on-site security personnel equipped with heat-resistant gear are to attempt to restrain and sedate SCP-7772. SCP-7772 will then be monitored for any residual anomalous effects. Description: SCP-7772 is a 32-year-old female human, standing 163 cm tall and weighing 61kg. Prior to SCP-7772’s containment, it was a local news reporter for 10 years. Aside from when its anomalous effects occur, it is physically identical to a standard, non-anomalous human. SCP-7772's anomalous effects occur when exposed to any material1 that depicts the deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers. Upon viewing, SCP-7772's body temperature raises to approximately 1500 degrees Celsius, and gains increased physical strength and durability. SCP-7772's emotional state alters into a single-minded rage towards the material, and will not cease until the material is destroyed. Upon the destruction of the material which triggered SCP-7772's anomalous effects, SCP-7772 will, over the course of several minutes, return to its non-anomalous form. It will retain memories of its anomalous effect occurring, and does not show any signs of harm or damage. Addendum 7772-01 Below is an interview with SCP-7772 conducted by Head Researcher Jackson, in an attempt to discern a reason behind SCP-7772's anomalous abilities. <Begin Log> Researcher Jackson sits down across from SCP-7772, who is restrained by its ankles. He sets down a collection of documents, a clipboard, and a pen. Researcher Jackson: If you could please state your legal name for the record, SCP-7772? SCP-7772: Samantha Blevvins. Researcher Jackson: Thank you. Now, according to our records, your anomalous effects occur… Researcher Jackson opens a file and begins to skim through it. Researcher Jackson: Ah, am I reading this right? SCP-7772: Why are you asking me? I can't read it from here. Researcher Jackson rolls his eyes. SCP-7772 chuckles. Researcher Jackson: If this is correct, you are capable of achieving superhuman feats when exposed to… material involving Mr. Rogers? SCP-7772: That's right! Good job, I had a feeling you could read! Researcher Jackson sighs and looks down at the table. Researcher Jackson: [Quietly] Okay… Researcher Jackson looks back up to face SCP-7772. Researcher Jackson: Do you have any recollection of when this first started? SCP-7772: My powers or my hatred of that loser in a sweater? Researcher Jackson: Your powers, please. SCP-7772: Well, I always kinda felt like I could kill him if given the chance, you know? If I ever saw the guy, that I'd be able to just… SCP-7772 punches the air. SCP-7772: Wham! You know? He'd fall down like a sack of bricks, and then I'd beat up the bricks until they were nothing but a pile of blood and gore. Researcher Jackson: Right, but when did you first notice your a- SCP-7772: I'm getting to it, don't you worry. Researcher Jackson: Ah- hm. SCP-7772: What? Got something you wanna say? I'm not thin-skinned, come on! Researcher Jackson: I'd rather not get into this during an interrogation. It's clear to me that you're not enjoying this process. Trust me, I would also like to finish this as soon as possible for my own sake. SCP-7772: Wow, what a blow to my ego. Researcher Jackson: I'm not here to console you, I'm here to figure out what is going on so we can work on regulating your anomaly properly. SCP-7772: Don't show me any pictures of Mr. Rogers. Boom, done. Where's my Nobel Prize? Researcher Jackson audibly sighs once again. SCP-7772: Ooooh, hitting me with the parental sigh of disappointment. That'll teach me, huh? Researcher Jackson: I believe it would benefit us both to cut the snide comments and to instead just answer the questions as quickly and straightforward as possible. That way, we won't have to be in each other's presence anymore. SCP-7772: What, you think I'm not having fun? Researcher Jackson: Is there another reason why you're purposefully dragging this out longer than it should be? SCP-7772 briefly shrugs. SCP-7772: Suppose I just like making things interesting. It was my job, after all. Taking something plain and making it a spectacle. Like you for example. SCP-7772 smirks. Researcher Jackson grimaces. Researcher Jackson: Is this how you spoke to your subjects while you were interviewing them? SCP-7772: No. They actually had something worthwhile that I wanted to listen to. You're so boring that I've literally started counting the wrinkles on your face. Researcher Jackson: Then answering my questions will be a reprieve from your boredom, no? Surely that's a good reason to stop goofing around? SCP-7772 chuckles. SCP-7772: Fine, fine. You wanted to know when my powers first started showing up, yeah? Researcher Jackson sighs in relief. Researcher Jackson: Yes. Thank you. SCP-7772: Well, as far as I can remember, it was during an interview at that one children's center. You know, that one with the Mr. Rogers statue in front of it? Or… SCP-7772 snorts. SCP-7772: I guess had the Mr. Rogers statue now. Researcher Jackson: Do you remember anything that happened that day that caused your abilities? Any sort of trigger? SCP-7772: Trigger? Well, I guess that was just the first time I'd seen anything up close that looked like that sweater-wearing dweeb. The moment I saw him, I got enough power to kill him. Researcher Jackson: You know that wasn't the real Mr. Rogers, right? He died several years ago. SCP-7772: Psh, of course I do! I guess that was just the next closest thing, you know? I saw Mr. Rogers, I thought 'Huh, I should punch that until it's a smear on the ground', and so I did. Researcher Jackson: So you explanation of your powers are… they just happened? SCP-7772 crosses its arms. SCP-7772: If you want to call years upon years of hatred building up to my one big moment just happening, sure, that's a good description. Edgy kids want to kill Barney the Dinosaur, or Justin Bieber, or whatever. They just haven't had the opportunity to do so. I got my opportunity. Researcher Jackson: That's… that's not at all how this works. SCP-7772: You got a better explanation? Personally, I'm sticking with my 'the power was inside you all along' theory until you bring up some science-y whatever that'll change my mind. Researcher Jackson puts his head in his hands. Researcher Jackson: Sure. That sounds like a great idea. SCP-7772: Everything okay, pal? You seem kind of out of it now. It's okay, a bruised ego scars over the more people beat you down. The more you talk to me, the more we can work together to get that stick out of your ass! Researcher Jackson looks up to SCP-7772. Researcher Jackson: I would sooner eat my clipboard than reduce myself to talk to you any further. I've been a loyal, reliable researcher for this organization for fifty years, and now I'm stuck dealing with the dregs. SCP-7772: Seems like a you problem if you've sunk this low. Researcher Jackson raises his hand in a fist, then opens his mouth as if to speak. He then relaxes and exhales loudly. Researcher Jackson: Terminate the interview. We're done here. Guards, take SCP-7772 back to its cell. SCP-7772: See you next time, doc! <End Log> Addendum 7772-02 On February 27th, 2020, SCP-7772 was requested by the Department of Humanoid Containment to be transferred to Site-19's Department of Other. Below is a copy of the memo sent to Dr. Gerald, Head of the Department of Other, as well as his reply. Anomaly Custody Transfer Request From the Desk of Charlotte Constanza, Humanoid Containment Anomaly In Question: SCP-7772 Reason For Request: Due to the workload the Department of Humanoid Containment is given, considering the sheer amount of humanoid anomalies the Foundation contains, the O5 Council has given approval to transfer some of our less important anomalies onto you, including SCP-7772. We are aware that the Department of Other is in need of more things to do these days, and so consider this a sign of good will from us. Furthermore, Head Researcher Jackson called working with the anomaly "demeaning of his station", citing several disputes between himself and SCP-7772, as well as deeming the actual process of testing the anomaly too absurd. Several of his co-workers have also cited his attitude has worsened towards them as well since his induction on the project. We know that the Department of Other does well as far as absurdity goes, so hopefully that won't be a problem for you. Regards, Dr. Constanza. Anomaly Custody Transfer Response From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Request Response: Accepted. Terms: SCP-7772 is to be transferred to the Department of Other on March 12th, 2020. Until its total integration within the Department of Other, the Department of Humanoid Containment will offer guidance regarding its containment and testing protocols to ensure the safety of SCP-7772’s new Head Researchers. Furthermore, SCP-7772 is to be renamed SCP-3:33-J in all official documentation. The Department of Other appreciates the Department of Humanoid Containment's act of kindness, and assures them that they will take good care of the anomaly as long as it is under their custody. Note: I will say, I do find it a little ridiculous that a researcher would stake their career on an anomaly like this. Any number of our researchers would be more than happy to take care of SCP-7772, and honestly, it may be better for the anomaly to not be under the care of a curmudgeon like Researcher Jackson as well. Item #: SCP-3:33-J SCP-7772 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7772 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber. SCP-7772 is prohibited from obtaining or viewing any material depicting deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers unless authorized for testing purposes. to be shown material which depicts deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers at least once every day. Should a test require SCP-7772’s anomalous effects to occur, it is to be within a heat-resistant and blast-resistant testing chamber, capable of withstanding beyond the highest temperature SCP-7772 has been recorded to reach. Due to the perceived nature of SCP-7772's anomalous effects, testing is prohibited until further notice. Should SCP-7772's anomalous effects occur inadvertently and result in a containment breach, SCP-7772 is to be allowed to destroy the Mr. Rogers-related material which triggered its anomalous effects until its anomalous effects cease. Should they persist after the material is destroyed, on-site security personnel equipped with heat-resistant gear are to attempt to restrain and sedate SCP-7772. properly-equipped on-site security personnel are to assess the situation and determine whether SCP-7772 is to be allowed to destroy the material which triggered its anomalous effects, and either attempt to detain it before or after its destruction depending on the assessment. SCP-7772 will then be monitored for any residual anomalous effects. Description: SCP-7772 is a 32-year-old female human, standing 163 cm tall and weighing 61kg. Prior to SCP-7772’s anomalous effects occurring, it is physically identical to a standard, non-anomalous human. SCP-7772’s anomalous effects occur when exposed to any material that depicts the deceased celebrity Fred "Mr. Rogers" Rogers. Upon viewing, SCP-7772's body temperature raises to approximately 1500 degrees Celsius, and gains increased physical strength and durability. SCP-7772’s emotional state alters into a single-minded rage towards the material, and will not cease until the material is destroyed. Upon the destruction of the material which triggered SCP-7772’s anomalous effects, SCP-7772 will, over the course of several minutes, return to its non-anomalous form. It will retain memories of its anomalous effect occurring, and does not show any signs of harm or damage. SCP-7772's secondary anomalous effects occur when it has not been exposed to any material depicting Mr. Rogers within a certain undetermined time period. SCP-7772 is capable of manipulating the realistic probability of naturally being exposed to material related to Mr. Rogers, even in situations where no such material is presently available. Addendum 7772-01, First Recorded Probability Incidents: Below is a series of reports describing the first recorded instances of SCP-7772's secondary anomalous effects occurring while under the care of the Department of Other. Incident 3:33-J-01 Date: April 2nd, 2020 Events: On April 2nd, 2020, SCP-3:33-J was seen asleep in her containment chambers. At approximately 3:00 AM, SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated, resulting in the destruction of her bed and nearby wall. She awoke and continued to cause mild destruction with no apparent target. Eventually, SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects ceased, and she returned to bed. In a later interview, it was determined that she had a dream featuring Mr. Rogers that night. Notes: The fact that it triggers on her dreams is definitely difficult, but it at least explains why the folks upstairs didn't just dose her with sleeping medication and keep her on an IV drip. Definitely makes our lives harder, but we've handled much worse. - Researcher Franz Irving Incident 3:33-J-02 Date: April 30th, 2020 Events: On April 30th, 2020, SCP-3:33-J was alone in its containment chamber. Due to good behavior, it was granted a cable television with limited channel selection. At approximately 4:15 PM, a commercial played advertising the Blu-Ray edition of the 2019 movie, "A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood". In the advertisement, footage of the show "Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood" was briefly played, which was sufficient to activate SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects, resulting in the destruction of the television and the wall behind it. Notes: In hindsight, giving her access to cable was not the brightest idea. As she's otherwise been on good behavior, she's kept the television, but now has access to a limited selection of streaming channels that were screened to ensure Mr. Rogers does not appear in any form on all of them. - Researcher Franz Irving Incident 3:33-J-03 Date: May 15th, 2020 Events: On May 15th, 2020, a social event in the Department of Other's break room was scheduled for certain anomalies who have demonstrated good behavior to attend. SCP-3:33-J was in attendance. Operative 7, who had been taking selfies with a number of other anomalies, inadvertently showed SCP-3:33-J its lock screen, which featured Operative 7, shirtless, standing triumphantly over a large, reptilian beast in a destroyed cityscape. SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated, destroying Operative 7's phone. Fortunately, Operative 7 was able to temporarily restrain SCP-3:33-J and allow the other anomalies to escape mostly unharmed. Upon examination of the image that Operative 7 used on its phone, it was discovered that there was a ruined newspaper in the foreground that featured a headshot of Mr. Rogers. Notes: Of course I'm not upset at her. Fledgling warriors with powers like hers need to be channeled properly. I'd offer to train her to utilize her powers for good if I am allowed. - Operative 7 Incident 3:33-J-04 Date: June 12th, 2020 Events: On June 12th, 2020, a standard test with SCP-4237-J went hursky. SCP-4237-J plorksed, which firnted the third brumvle of the churgling. The resulting destruction caused a mass containment breach in the Department of Other, setting several anomalies loose. At the time, SCP-3:33-J was in its containment chamber. At 5:16 PM, the southern wall of SCP-3:33-J's containment chamber collapsed, and SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated. After several days of examination to determine what activated SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects, it was determined that the rubble of SCP-3:33-J's new containment chamber fell in such a way that, from the perspective SCP-3:33-J was standing, it formed an exact replica of Mr. Rogers' face. Note: We may have a few anomalies that breach containment regularly, but this is ridiculous. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three times is a pattern. Especially when the third time is something like THIS. - Researcher Franz Irving Following the previous incident, Researcher Franz Irving brought SCP-7772 in for an interview. <Begin Log> Researcher Irving is presently seated in the interrogation chamber. SCP-7772 is brought in, escorted by a guard. SCP-7772: Heya! What's going on, need me to tell another life story? Researcher Irving: At this point I'm sure you should know why we need to talk, Samantha. We have a problem, and we're hoping you can help us figure whether you're the cause, or simply the center of it. SCP-7772 sits down. SCP-7772: What do you mean? Is this about the party? You know I didn't mean that, I was just caught off guard, you know? Researcher Irving pushes up his glasses. Researcher Irving: To an extent, yes, it is about the party. It is also about the broken television and the incident with the security breach. SCP-7772: I thought you said it wasn't my fault for that stuff? Like, it was all a freak coincidence? Researcher Irving: I did. And it was. But you've had a lot of freak coincidences happen recently. On a daily basis, the odds that someone is accidentally exposed to Mr. Rogers is rare, and yet you've had it happen three times since you've been in our care. There's no sign of any direct tampering on our end, so… Researcher Irving crosses his legs. Researcher Irving: Either you're willingly hiding something from us, or something is happening to you that you're unaware of. SCP-7772: What? Researcher Irving: As far as you know, what powers do you have? SCP-7772 scratches its head. SCP-7772: Um… I can punch really hard and explode things around me whenever I see Mr. Rogers. Fuck me if I'm wrong about that, but as far as I can tell that's what I have. Researcher Irving: There's nothing you're hiding from us? No… reality bending? Probability-altering? Anything? SCP-7772: I've got no reason to lie considering the situation I'm in. You think I've got something like that going on, too? SCP-7772 smiles eagerly. Researcher Irving: You could, but don't seem so happy about it. If this is something that you genuinely can't control, then it makes it harder for us to control it, too. We'll have to place some firmer restrictions on you for now, unfortunately. SCP-7772 frowns. SCP-7772: Damn, guessing I lost my TV privileges, huh? Researcher Irving: You can keep the TV for now. SCP-7772: Nice. <End Log> Addendum 7772-02, Incidents Involving Personnel: During SCP-7772's increased surveillance, several other incidents occurred involving its anomaly inadvertently activating. Below are two cases of incidents occurring where Foundation Personnel were the targets. Incident 3:33-J-12 Date: November 8th, 2020 Events: On November 8th, 2020, SCP-3:33-J was being brought back to its cell from lunch, only for its anomalous effects to activate, targeting Researcher Parkland and her office computer. While in recovery, Researcher Parkland had admitted to watching a link to a video featuring a fictional rap battle between Mr. Rogers and actor Mr. T. While Researcher Parkland's screen was not visible from the hallway, it is theorized that SCP-3:33-J saw the image reflected in Researcher Parkland's glasses, hence why she was targeted as well as her computer. Incident 3:33-J-13 Date: November 10th, 2020 Events: On November 10th, 2020, Researcher Hewitt was asked to perform an interview with SCP-3:33-J regarding the incident that took place two days prior. As Researcher Hewitt entered the interrogation chamber, SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated, directed towards Researcher Hewitt. Researcher Hewitt sustained major injuries, but SCP-3:33-J was subdued and re-contained before Researcher Hewitt could perish. In a later interview, it was discovered that Researcher Hewitt had apparently dressed up as Mr. Rogers for Halloween when he was 12 years old. Below is an interview performed by Researcher Irving one week later. <Begin Log> SCP-7772 is in a blast-proof interrogation chamber with a layer of protective glass separating her and Researcher Irving. SCP-7772's arms and legs are restrained. SCP-7772: Hey Frankie! Sorry about all that mess before, guess the powers that be meant that we had to be together, eh? Researcher Irving: Samantha, this is not a time for games. You attacked not one, but two researchers. SCP-7772: You know I can't control my powers, what do you expect me to do? Bottle it up and explode? Researcher Irving: I expect you to know better than to try to tear off Researcher Parkland's face. You know she's permanently disfigured now, right? It's a wonder that both she and Researcher Hewitt are both alive. SCP-7772: They're alive? Guess I've gotten pretty good at managing my powers after all! Researcher Irving furrows his brow. Researcher Irving: Please treat this seriously, you've personally put two researchers in the health ward. We need to figure your anomaly out before it happens again. SCP-7772 rolls its eyes. SCP-7772: You're starting to sound like that dusty crotch that used to interview me when I lived upstairs. I thought this was the fun department? Researcher Irving: Samantha, why did you attack those researchers? Even you should be able to tell that a person who says that they are Mr. Rogers isn't actually Mr. Rogers, especially when they aren't actively saying that they're Mr. Rogers. SCP-7772: Oh, come on. Anyone who wants to actually associate themself with that lame-ass may as well be him. They get like… a stink about them or something. Researcher Irving: A stink? SCP-7772: A metaphorical stink. Researcher Irving: That still doesn't justify attacking two innocent people. SCP-7772 looks confused. SCP-7772: Well, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry that the powers I can't control around anything related to Mr. Rogers activated around something related to Mr. Rogers? Seems to me like that's your guys' fault for letting that guy even come anywhere near me if you cared about him so much. And as far as Parkland goes, the video she was watching was for kids anyway, so she should get her shit together! Researcher Irving: Do you take responsibility for anything? Or are you just this conceited all the time? SCP-7772 scoffs. SCP-7772: Only when it's my fault. And as far as I'm concerned, this shit ain't on me. I didn't ask to get these powers, and I didn't ask to get showered with Mr. Rogers shit. If you want it to go away so badly, then fucking do something about it instead of shouting at me for being a horrible person. Researching Irving sighs. Researching Irving: Fine. I will. I'll make sure that something is actually done about this. SCP-7772: Good. I'd love to not explode every other week too. <End Log> Afterwards, Researching Irving proposed the following list of protocols among all Department of Other personnel for approval: The banning any unapproved media, imagery, or digital documentation of Mr. Rogers [Approved] Sedating SCP-3:33-J with amnestics that prevent her from having dreams [Approved] An interview and examination with all personnel to determine if they had ever claimed to have been Mr. Rogers in the past [Approved] The isolation of personnel that had claimed to have been Mr. Rogers in the past from SCP-3:33-J [Approved] Addendum 7772-03, Incident 19 and Researcher Irving's Updated Protocols: Below are the details regarding the 19th incident of SCP-7772's anomalous effects occurring inadvertently. Incident 3:33-J-19 Date: January 29th, 2021 Events: On January 29th, 2021, SCP-3:33-J was alone in its containment chamber, using its television. As SCP-3:33-J was selecting a show to watch, its anomalous effects activated, once again destroying the television. It was later determined that its effects activated after an image of the movie "Castaway" showed up, starring Tom Hanks. Notes: This is the first time her anomalous effects have been triggered on something other than Mr. Rogers, or something that has been Mr. Rogers in the past. Does the anomaly count things that are GOING to be Mr. Rogers, or is it somehow aware of pop culture? Either way, this means that the definition of what "Mr. Rogers" is is a lot more flexible than we thought, and a lot more dangerous to handle. - Researcher Franz Irving Following this, Researcher Irving proposed the following updated restrictions: The banning of the words "Mr. Rogers" and "Neighbor" said verbally without permission [Approved] The banning and removal of sweaters, puppets, Tom Hanks, or anything that could be remotely related to Mr. Rogers or Mr. Rogers media [Approved with exceptions] The banning of random acts of kindness, on the chance that association with Mr. Rogers may be enough to trigger the anomaly [Denied] The banning of politeness, for the same above reasons [Denied] The banning of the practice of Presbyterianism, for the same above reasons [Denied] Below is a series of memos between Department Head Dr. Gerald and Researcher Irving regarding the incident and his newly proposed restrictions. From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Message: Franz, I know that you're trying your hardest to minimize the damage SCP-3:33-J causes. Trust me, I'm working hard to ensure that your protocols are not only followed, but accepted. SCP-3:33-J isn't exactly a pleasant person to be around, and not even in an endearing or humorous way; many personnel believe she isn't worth the effort, and she would be better off transferred back upstairs, and yet they still followed your initial list of protocols because of me. Of course, people are certainly willing to accept a few protocols but banning kindness? Politeness? Infringing on religious rights? Franz, please, you must see that that is over-stepping, no? While the details of the anomaly are unknown, you've been polite to her before. You've been kind to her before. And while I may not know the religious practices of everyone in here, I'm sure that that's a few steps removed from the identity of Mr. Rogers. Hell, I had to Google it to figure out how Presbyterianism was even related to him! I know you're invested in this, Franz, and I appreciate everything you've done so far, but we can't ruin the lives of everyone else in this department over one anomaly. This is the line. From the Desk of Franz Irving, Department of Other Message: In all honesty, Dr. Gerald, I'm tired. I really, genuinely am. As someone who works with her on a daily basis, I know that she isn't a fun person to be around. I know that I for one would be happy if she would just go back upstairs and we could focus on things that aren't blowing our department up every other week. So why do I want us to go through all this effort at all? Well, for one, we've done worse for less. We've given anomalies blood sacrifices. We've given anomalies power, both physical and metaphysical. We've defiled corpses for the sake of containment! Being mean to each other is hardly a challenge, and I think we're way past being on the moral high ground for religious censorship. The other reason being that as far as we can tell, the anomaly is adaptable. The definition of what "Mr. Rogers" is seems to be reliant on anything that claims to be Mr. Rogers in one sense or another, even if they aren't doing it actively. She's seen Tom Hanks before and didn't flip out, but this is the first time she's seen him since the first incident. The anomaly learns, and a learning, probability-altering anomaly means that eventually, if we can't lock her down for good, just about anything could theoretically send her off if the odds are in her favor. Or, rather, not in our favor. I am working my ass off to make sure we can actually contain her, but nothing seems to work. Preventing just physical exposure is just not going to be enough right now, we need to take it a step further, especially when the time between accidents is getting shorter. On average they've been happening once a week, but we've had accidents happen with as little as a day in between them. This is the only way I can think of that will give us the best shot at buying us time. In spite of further memos between the two, Researcher Irving's additional protocols were ultimately denied. Addendum 7772-04, Adaptability Tests: Since Incident 3:33-J-19, Researcher Irving had conducted numerous tests over the course of several days to determine if it was possible to tailor what activated SCP-7772’s anomalous effects through association. Test #: 3:33-J-69 Date: February 1st, 2021 Procedures: Place an unpeeled orange in front of SCP-3:33-J. Wait 5 minutes. Retrieve the orange, attach a picture of Mr. Rogers onto it and replace it. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects did not activate until after the orange was replaced with the image of Mr. Rogers attached. Test #: 3:33-J-70 Date: February 1st, 2021 Procedures: Place an unpeeled orange in front of SCP-3:33-J. Wait 5 minutes. Announce over the intercom that an image of Mr. Rogers will be placed onto the orange. Wait 5 minutes. Retrieve the orange, attach a picture of Mr. Rogers onto it and replace it. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects did not activate until after the orange was replaced with the image of Mr. Rogers attached. Test #: 3:33-J-71 Date: February 1st, 2021 Procedures: Place an unpeeled orange in front of SCP-3:33-J. Wait 5 minutes. Announce over the intercom that that orange is Mr. Rogers. Wait 5 minutes. Retrieve the orange, attach a picture of Mr. Rogers onto it and replace it. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after the announcement over the intercom, targeting the orange. Test #: 3:33-J-97 Date: February 13th, 2021 Procedures: Equip D-99979 with blast-resistant gear and a concealed earpiece. Instruct D-99979 to enter the testing chamber and have a conversation with SCP-3:33-J. After an indeterminate amount of time, Researcher Irving will speak into the earpiece, calling D-99979 Mr. Rogers. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after Researcher Irving spoke into the earpiece. SCP-3:33-J was subdued and D-99979 was escorted out safely. Test #: 3:33-J-98 Date: February 13th, 2021 Procedures: Equip D-0212 with blast-resistant gear. Instruct D-0212 to enter the testing chamber and attempt to impersonate Mr. Rogers without explicitly saying who he was impersonating. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after D-0212 began doing the impersonation, targeting D-0212. SCP-3:33-J was subdued and D-0212 was escorted out safely. Test #: 3:33-J-99 Date: February 13th, 2021 Procedures: Show D-52709 footage of D-0212 doing an impression of Mr. Rogers without explicitly saying who the impression was of. Equip D-52709 with blast-resistant gear. Instruct D-52709 to enter the testing chamber and attempt to impersonate D-0212. Results: SCP-3:33-J's anomalous effects activated after D-52709 began doing the impersonation, targeting D-52709. SCP-3:33-J was subdued and D-52709 was escorted out safely. Following the results of Test 3:33-J-99, Researcher Irving and Dr. Gerald shared the following memos: From the Desk of Franz Irving, Department of Other Message: Attached are the results of some of my most recent tests. The first thing you should notice is that the anomaly seems to make a distinction between what IS Mr. Rogers and what HAS Mr. Rogers. If something is announced to contain Mr. Rogers in it, on it, by it, or any other indirect relation, it doesn't trigger the anomaly until Mr. Rogers itself appears. However, the relationship between an object and the anomaly changes the moment that the object in some way identifies as Mr. Rogers, willingly or unwillingly. So the good news at the very least is that we can relax on some restrictions I've requested as long as we don't directly identify things as Mr. Rogers. Saying the words "Mr. Rogers" doesn't cause the anomaly to activate. The bad news, as you hopefully can tell, is that the anomaly's knowledge is not necessarily based on the knowledge of Samantha. Though this should have been obvious since the incident with Hewitt, Tests 3:33-J-97, 98 and 99 all prove it undoubtedly. The anomaly knows more about what is and is not Mr. Rogers than Samantha does, hence the 'metaphorical stink' she's mentioned. The worse news is that people can unknowingly trigger the anomaly because of the above two facts, as seen in Test 3:33-J-99. If someone does something that someone else identified as being Mr. Rogers, then that's enough to trigger the anomaly, even if the person performing the action doesn't relate it to Mr. Rogers specifically at all. While kindness and politeness in a vacuum won't trigger the anomaly, there is a certain brand of kindness and politeness that very much will. As long as accidents keep happening, people need to be aware of how kind they are. They need to be aware of how polite they are. Being 'neighborly' is no longer an option, as long as Samantha could potentially see it. Shining your shoes, wearing a red sweater, anything that someone somewhere has said "Oh yeah, that's Mr. Rogers for sure" could trigger the anomaly. I abhor you to reconsider your stance on my protocol suggestions. I don't want to send any more friends to the emergency room. From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Message: These results are certainly more concerning than what I had expected. You are right, the severity of this anomaly is not to be underestimated, and I apologize for treating it like that. However, I had actually wanted to check in on you since you started your marathon of testing with Samantha. You said on average accidents were happening once a week, yes? Have any accidents happened during your tests that I wasn't made aware of? Researcher Irving's reply was sent approximately five hours later. From the Desk of Franz Irving, Department of Other Message: Are you fucking kidding me. The solution was just to shove Mr. Rogers in her face this whole time. I need a nap. Addendum 7772-05: In spite of the Department of Other's discovery of proper containment of SCP-7772’s probabilistic anomaly, on March 9th, 2021, the O5 council requested that SCP-7772 be re-transferred to the Department of Humanoid Containment. Anomaly Custody Transfer Request From the Desk of O5-7 Anomaly In Question: SCP-3:33-J Reason For Request: Due to the rampant destruction caused by SCP-3:33-J, and your repeated failures to contain it properly, we have determined the Department of Other to be unfit to contain this anomaly any further. While it was transferred to your department as a gesture of kindness and as a means to siphon funds to anomalies in more dire need, you have single-handedly cost Site-19 hundreds of thousands of dollars in reparations and reconstruction of your department and surrounding levels. It should go without saying that a gross mishandling of this caliber is deserving of not just a transferral of the anomaly in question, but reprimanding of the researchers in charge of the project. Anomaly Custody Transfer Response From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Request Response: Denied Reasoning: The Department of Other has done a more than satisfactory job of containing Ms. Blevvins since her new containment protocols have been formalized. We are of the opinion that we at this point deserve the rights to contain her due to this discovery, and I have a hard time seeing why us solving the problem none of you could solve gives you the right to take her away. If for whatever reason several months down the line the containment procedures stop working, I would understand that request. However, things have been working perfectly fine since. Why are you deciding that now is the perfect time to put in this request and pull the rug out from under us after all our hard work? Anomaly Custody Transfer Request From the Desk of O5-7 Anomaly In Question: SCP-3:33-J Reason For Request: First of all, I would like to re-iterate that in order for you to get to the point where containment procedures could be formalized, you allowed the anomaly to destroy a load-bearing wall that very nearly toppled an entire wing of the facility. It doesn't matter if you've figured out how to stop it if that's your baseline for acceptable practices to determine any aspect of an anomaly. But furthermore, according to your file, Researcher Irving suggested that kindness and politeness could potentially set off the anomaly in spite of your procedures. Because of this, we believe that returning SCP-3:33-J to the custody of Researcher Jackson would help alleviate this concern, as Researcher Jackson is reportedly "a massive dickbag that makes everyone around him miserable". At the very least, you must wish for a kinder work environment for your department, no? Anomaly Custody Transfer Response From the Desk of Dr. Gerald, Department of Other Request Response: Accepted. Terms: The Department of Other will transfer over containment of SCP-3:33-J back to the Department of Humanoid Containment, and grant it its initial designation of SCP-7772. As it was formally under their care, little must be done for the adjustment period aside from informing researchers of the new containment procedures and containment chamber protocols. Researcher Jackson is to be reinstated as SCP-7772’s primary researcher. 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The Usual Demons Calling card recovered from the scene of an SCP-7773-perpetrated crime. Site-666 Surveilence Recording: Interior - Reference Library, Demonology. 2:29 am The camera is posited overlooking the rare books collection of the Site-666 reference library's demonology wing. Numerous tomes and grimoires sit arranged in sealed display cases, beyond which orderly rows of stacks stand neatly. The audio recording captures the dull hum of the air conditioning unit in the background. One of the ceiling tiles shifts and a small face emerges: roughly humanoid, but with grotesquely distorted and elongated features, the entity opens its mouth and a long, forked tongue flicks out before retracting. It proceeds to descend towards the floor; despite its humanoid head, the torso and upper limbs appear reptilian. As it descends, the entity's lack of lower limbs becomes evident: its body terminates in a long serpentine tail that hangs out from the ceiling's opening. unknown 1: [Unidentifiable humming] As the entity's body continues to descend, a pair of taloned arms are visible, lowering it hand-over-hand by the tail into the space below. unknown 2: Shhhhhhh! The descending entity turns midair, flicking its forked tongue upwards, before looking back to the ground. unknown 1: Hmm, hmm, hmhm, hmm— Unknown 2: [whispered] Groalf, shut the fuck up and let me focus. The humming grows louder, as the descending entity begins vocalizing. unknown 1: De da doo… de da doo… de da doo… do dut unknown 2: I swear to god-dammed, Lucifer. I will fucking drop you if you don't shut the hell up! The emergency lighting in the room activates suddenly, as a general intrusion alarm is triggered. An associated lockdown announcement begins to play over the Site-666 PA system; Foundation staff are requested to gather on the Casino floor while security is declared to be sweeping the premise. unknown 1: [Hisses] Now look what you've done! 3/7773 LEVEL 3/7773 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7773 Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7773 is currently under investigation; four individuals associated with SCP-7773 are currently held in containment at Site-666. Description: SCP-7773 collectively designates a group of Tartarean Entities operating as a small-scale crime syndicate, specializing in theft, burglary, robbery, and the trafficking and liquidation of stolen goods. SCP-7773 has been active since at least 500 AD and is responsible for numerous, high-profile thefts of artworks, jewelry, items of religious and occult significance, and various other goods from then until the present day. Prior to their failed attempted burglary of Foundation Site-666, no individual entity associated with SCP-7773 had been successfully identified or detained; it is unclear if this successful record is itself anomalous or a byproduct of the group's methods of operation. Notable items illegally acquired by SCP-7773 include: 120,000 toothpicks (later sold to buyers as "Splinters of the True Cross"); The Collar Bone of St. Joan of Arc (Inauthentic); The Holy Prepuce, formerly belonging to Jesus Christ of Nazareth (Authentic); Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, recovered in 1965; Leonardo DiCaprio's Oscar, Best Actor - The Revenant, recovered 2018; Between 3,000 and 68,000 NFTs of varying insignificant value. On August 13th, 2022, members associated with SCP-7773 infiltrated Site-666 with the presumed aim of acquiring the Liber Nominum, held in the on-site reference library. This tome allegedly contains the true name of all Tarteran Entities, provided the reader rearranges the letters a bit. The attempted heist failed when an on-site general intrusion alarm was triggered; 4 members of SCP-7773 were apprehended and detained by Site Security. Notably, during the Site lockdown, the corpse of Junior Researcher Eva Takács — a specialist in anomalous films and visual media — was discovered in a hallway adjacent to the library. Takács was found deceased within a thaumaturgical circle consisting of an array of seven chalk rings surrounding a pentagon of salt. The body had been significantly burned and two lacerations running parallel to the spine were noted on the individual's back. Identification was determined via a keycard recovered from nearby the victim. The violent nature of this homicide was notable, as previous heists conducted by SCP-7773 had only resulted in negligible harm to present persons. In response, the captured entities were not exorcized initially and Detective Anthony Calmet, a notable expert in occult criminology, was assigned to investigate further. Addendum 7773.01: Interview with SCP-7773-1: "Groalf" The demonic, serpentine entity sits coiled on the provided bed within the containment cell. As Detective Calmet enters, it raises its head towards the door, flicking its forked tongue out. SCP-7773-1: You can't keep me here, we both know that. Detective Calmet sits in the provided chair, he withdraws two items from his jacket pocket: a rolled packet and reusable metal lighter. Calmet: Is that so? SCP-7773-1: I am a sovereign citizen. This is an unlawful detainment. I know my rights. Calmet: A 'sovereign citizen' of what? Hell? Should we run this past your literal sovereign? SCP-7773-1: I want to speak to my lawyer. Calmet: Your Hell-lawyer? SCP-7773-1: We still just call them lawyers down— hey fuck you, are you mocking me? Detective Calmet flicks the lighter, sparking a small flame. Holding the rolled bundle to the fire's edge, he lets it catch and smolder; it issues a plume of thick smoke. SCP-7773-1: You can't hold me without just cause. My associates and I were just trying to find the bathroom. It's not our fault that this place is a fucking maze. So let's just get to the part where you banish me back to the underworld and drop all the theatrics. Detective Calmet tosses the smoking bundle forward into the room, where it begins to emit denser fumes. SCP-7773-1 flicks its tongue out, before recoiling and slithering closer to the wall. It gradually lowers its head to the ground as the smoke begins pooling along the ceiling. Calmet: Incense — can't say I'm much of a fan, but it does have its purposes. Not sure who you think you're fooling, but your little escapade there wound up with one of ours dead. SCP-7773-1 appears surprised as Calment talks but doesn't respond for a series of moments. Eventually, the entity sighs. SCP-7773-1: This is all Worglerexest's fault. Addendum 7773.02: Interview with SCP-7773-2: "Worglerexest" Detective Calmet enters the containment cell. SCP-7773-2 sits cross-legged on the floor. It possesses a humanoid torso, fish-like head, and limbs ending in clawed appendages. The entity appears to be gnawing on something as he enters. Calmet: Right, I'm Detective Calmet and— [gags] what the fuck is that smell? SCP-7773-2 gesticulates, revealing a partially consumed fish in its hand. Its verbal response is obfuscated by the loud sound of chewing. SCP-7773-2, circa 1590. SCP-7773-2: fismhs you wan-um? Calmet: No, no I really don't. The entity shrugs, tosses the entire animal in its mouth, and swallows. It reaches into a marsupial-like pouch along its stomach and withdraws another unmoving fish. Detective Calmet interrupts before it begins eating. Calmet: So, I've spoken to your friend: the snaky one. He's ready to pin you as the fall guy for this whole operation. How's that sitting with you? SCP-7773-2 motions to begin speaking, but appears to gag on the fish mid-consumption. The entity seems panicked for a moment before it horks the partially-chewed mess back up. It splatters on the floor in front of Detective Calmet. SCP-7773-2: Fuck man, I almost just died, wow. Oh uh, right — Groalf said that? He's just jealous that I'm the one with all the good ideas. Calmet: Was this whole shitshow one of those? SCP-7773-2: [shrugs] Well, I mean, some of it. I found the job — not that it makes it my fault that we got caught, don't tell Groalf that. Calmet: Stealing from the Foundation's not on your typical rotation, far as we can tell— SCP-7773-2: 1948 Calmet: Pardon? SCP-7773-2: 1948, we stole the F. Calmet: You stole the "F"? SCP-7773-2: Back during the rebranding, we snuck into the conference and stole the giant F off the stage, right before the big reveal. Detective Calmet remains silent for a moment. SCP-7773-2: Seriously? Damn, I figured that would have worked, gotten our name out, you know? Even in those days, stealing from the Foundation Overseers Council seemed like the big leagues. Calmet: Moving along… what made you target the Foundation this time? SCP-7773-2: Money. Calmet: Don't let me cut you off. SCP-7773-2: We, uh, needed money for a thing. SCP-7773-2 stretches its legs out, revealing a pair of webbed feet as it speaks. SCP-7773-2: You know how I said I'm the ideas guy? Well, that's long-term strategic thinking. If we're playing Crazy 8s, I'm the one thinking ahead to what comes after: Crazy 9s. But the rest of them, they don't think like that. I'm willing to bet you do, though — you know you've got to crack a few eggs to eat the inside bits of some eggs. SCP-7773-2 begins to gesticulate profusely as it continues speaking. SCP-7773-2: You know souls, right? You probably got one, most of your sort do. Now the underworld's pretty big on souls; collect 'em, trade 'em, consume 'em, toss 'em into a soul engine — just like pokemon cards. But how can you make sure the souls you got are your souls? Well, that's the question I got thinking about, and then I found an answer. SCP-7773-2 uses its lower limbs to scoot across the floor towards Detective Calmet, who remains still. SCP-7773-2: Have you heard of the blockchain? My startup assigns each individual soul a unique identifier on a decentralized ledger, and then the holder of that soul is given a digital certificate that ensures ownership: a non-fungible quintessence, or NFQ. The best part is you can securely exchange souls, providing the underworld's first, revolutionary digital currency — neat huh? Calmet: I— wait. SCP-7773-2: I know, it's pretty cutting-edge stuff. We're a growth-orientated company, with room for entrance-level positions if you're interested! But the competition is sharp, lots of crypto-bros on their way to hell. Calmet: Aren't souls already unique? Isn't the whole premise of a soul — and a large portion of their value for you folk — its individuality? Something intrinsically associated with a distinct notion of 'self,' that's truly individual and distinguishable from other matter? SCP-7773-2: I mean, yeah. If you want to get all Cartesian about it. Calmet: And you're brokering the digital authentication of the soul, not the soul itself? SCP-7773-2: Look, I— what you gotta understand here is the potential. SCP-7773-2 looks around the empty room, before seizing the previously half-eaten fish. SCP-7773-2: Take this fish, delicious right? But only I can have it. Now imagine it's a soul, and you want it. Well tough luck, it's mine, unless we figure out a way that we can both have it. With NFQs, we both get a unique authentication saying we possess the soul, problem solved. Calmet: So what happens to the fish— the soul itself? SCP-7773-2: We keep it, for you know, safety. Calmet: Let me guess, you took out a loan for those souls — went through this whole process, and now you can't pay it back? SCP-7773-2: I can pay it back — just once things take off. Calmet: Okay, let's get back to the important bit. Who was— SCP-7773-2: Paris Hilton. Calmet: —going to pay you for the job. You know, the whole reason you're here. SCP-7773-2: Oh, that wasn't Paris Hilton. I don't know them personally, found them online. They were willing to pay top dollar for that book though and even offered a handsome investment when we got the job done. Calmet Does this benefactor have a name? SCP-7773-2: Went by "The_Kaiser" — like the roll, I think. Calmet: They say why they wanted the book? SCP-7773-2: Didn't ask, didn't care. Could be any reason: demon binding, demon summoning, demon prank calling — maybe they wanted a word search. Could have asked them once we had it in hand, but hard to say now given that loudmouth setting off the alarm. Calmet: So as much as I enjoy the conversation, there's still an elephant in the room— SCP-7773-2: Oh, I know a guy who does elephant removal, we can set you up with our digital currency and— Calmet: I'm talking about our person, the one who got fried. Do you have anything to say about that? I'd choose your words carefully unless you want me to go get the cinderblock I've got on a chain. SCP-7773-2: Look, if anyone's got the answers you want, it's Pluum. I was packed into that airduct like sardines in a can — sorry, that's an underworld expression — like two demons squeezed in a fucking tight airduct. Pluum was meant to keep watch outside the library and deal with any snoops though. They're a mean sonnofabitch, so good luck getting them to talk, with or without that chain— oh, I see what you were doing there. To: ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH#ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH From: ui.tenpics|temlaca#ui.tenpics|temlaca Subject: SCP-7773 Investigation — Goldbaker-Reinz Dir. House, Still looking into the ritual homicide. Demons haven't let much slip, but one of them is going to crack sooner or later. They say there's honour among thieves, but I'm not putting money on that holding true with this crew. On a related thought, last I heard folk were still leaning towards forced possession or damnation. That got me thinking and I had them send me over the Site-666 Goldbaker-Reinz contract — flagged this bit in particular as noteworthy: B666: WRATH OF GOD Should an employee of the Foundation be killed by a deific or Tartarean entity (defined as Akiva-emitting or Tartarean-Emitting); and said being uses its abilities to consign your [soul to] a specific Tartarean punishment […] Goldbaker-Reinz will intervene such that your eternal soul will proceed to the afterlife on natural terms without interference. Shouldn't we have heard something from them by now? Giving the whole thing a once-over, this clause also caught my eye. Seem familiar, sir? H777: High Roller Should an employee of Foundation Site-666 — acting under the influence of anomalous phenomena (examples include, but are not limited to: possession, sudden or unpredictable changes in baseline probability, and/or misrepresentation of reality) — acquire debt(s) while gambling, Goldbaker-Reinz will cover up to 50% of the relevant amount, to a total of $500,000 USD. This coverage does not apply to debts acquired while under the influence of phenomena such as: Mundane alcohol and/or narcotics; Bets placed informed by omens or prognostic readings; Being on a "hot streak;" Using a "lucky number/dice;" Loudly proclaiming "The House Always Wins," prior to betting. I'll send along the transcripts, and there are a few items I'd like to request. Regards, Calmet. SCP-7773 members acosting an individual. To: ui.tenpics|temlaca#ui.tenpics|temlaca From: ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH#ui.tenpics|666_ESUOH Subject: Re:SCP-7773 Investigation — Goldbaker-Reinz Good catch. Nothing from GR yet, we'll look into it. In the meantime, put the screws to them. I got a feeling that little ball-one will squeal. Not sure what you're referring to at the end there. Have you known me to make a bet I didn't know I'd win? - HOUSE Addendum 7773.03: Interview with SCP-7773-3: "Pluum" Detective Calmet enters the containment cell, where a single folding chair has been positioned against the wall. In the opposite corner of the room is a knee-height, green, rotund entity. It possesses four stumpy hippo-like legs and a pair of small mole-like eyes in the centre of its round torso. No other appendages or sensory organs are present. Calmet: Plumm, is it? The entity looks towards Detective Calmet, before folding its limbs inward and sitting on the ground. Its small eyes blink once. Calmet: Right, so I've heard from your friends, and they were more than willing to throw you under the bus — if you know what I mean — so let's get to what I want to know. What happened to the researcher, Eva Takács? The entity blinks again and rolls into its side. Its legs begin moving rapidly in the air. Calmet: Whoever you think you're protecting, whatever you think you're accomplishing, I can promise you it's not worth it. Demons might not die, but there are worse things than being sent back to hell. Detective Calmet removes a plastic spray bottle from his person, passing it between his hands. Calmet: Do you know demons are composed of two essences: spiritual and material? It's the interplay between the two that gives you form, and what makes you such resilient bastards. I could shoot you right now, and it might hurt, but it wouldn't do anything to that well of corrupted belief at your core; you'd drip ichor for a while, but the wound would heal in a day and I'd just be short a bullet. The entity remains on the floor, its legs appearing to spasm as it attempts to roll its body onto the side. Calmet: Some things though, they work on both. Such as this little bottle of hydrofluoric acid, blessed by the pope himself. So I suggest you start talking. Detecticr Calmet points the spray bottle at the entity. Several moments pass in silence, interrupted by its occasional shuffling. Calmet: Can— do you talk? You don't have a mouth, do you? The entity contains flailing its limbs sporadically, appearing unable to right itself. Detective sighs, sets the bottle down, and rises, walking over to the entity and lifting it onto its legs. It circles him a few times before sitting in the corner. Calmet: I don't— I don't really get what your thing is. Addendum 7773.04: Interview with SCP-7773-4: "Xy'cru" Detective Calmet enters the containment cell; the entity appears to float several feet off the ground, gently bobbing in the air. It possesses a circular torso with a humanoid face and numerous fleshy stocks emerging along its upper body, some of which terminate in additional eyes. Calmet: Oh for fucks sake, really? What sort of middle-school basement shit is this? SCP-7773-4: Every time, every single time. I should never have made that deal with Gary Gygax. Calmet: I'll say. Isn't the human supposed to ask for fame and have it backfire? SCP-7773-4: Okay, first of all, rude. And secondly, putting satanic messaging into his whatever-game seemed like a great idea. It's not my fault those sweaty nerds were too stupid to recite Latin properly. Calmet: Glad to hear that all worked out. However, I'm not here to talk about what you did in the 80s. SCP-7773-4: It was the 70s. Calmet: I literally could not care in the slightest. Now, I spoke with your friends. SCP-7773-4: Waste of time, they don't know shit about what you're after. Calmet: Yeah, I gather as much. Your candour seems to suggest otherwise though, so let's have ourselves a chat. SCP-7773-4: I'm an open book, honest to go— hhmr, Satan. Wait that's not a good look. Honest to Kant, or Washington. Whoever, I'm not going to lie. Calmet: Who was "The_Kaiser." SCP-7773-4: Wilhelm II. Calmet doesn't respond, continuing to stare at the entity. SCP-7773-4: Would it kill you to lighten up? No idea who Worglerexest was chatting to. He's active in a lot of twitter circles, lot of— Calmet: If you say "lot of twitter users in hell," I'm throwing sand in your eye. SCP-7773-4: —lot of other contacts, chains of connections, "I know a guy who knows a guy" deal. You really did speak to the others first, huh? Calmet: And I didn't appreciate them wasting my time either. SCP-7773-4: You really are just a suit full of hardly restrained violence huh? Regular ol' Patrick Bateman. Look, I can tell you with absolute certainty that we had nothing to do with the murder — not that you're going to take my word for it. Calmet: Try me. SCP-7773-4: How can I explain this? So, we all have a 'role,' something we're supposed to bring to the table, to be good at — only most of them aren't good at their roles per-se, but they have them all the same. I see things, and I'm one of the few who's actually good at their role. I saw what they saw and I saw what your cameras saw — and right now I'm seeing that you don't believe me. Well, I don't care if you do. I know that the footage in that corridor cut out before we got into the library, and I know — dumb as they are — the others didn't set off the alarm. Calmet: So who did? SCP-7773-4: Look, if I'm telling you this I'm going to need something in return. Calmet: And that is? SCP-7773-4: Are you hiring? Calmer: Can't say I expected that. SCP-7773-4: Look man, I'm fucking desperate. I've been in this game for several thousand years and all I've got to show for it is a handful of art I don't even like and the chance to come second in a costume competition. Calmet: That sort of thing's not really up to me— SCP-7773-4: I'm serious, I'll do anything man. I can do movie impersonations. I've got a good Joker: Heath Ledger or Cesar Romero… or, or card tricks, or janitorial work. I'll even do kids' parties — just give me a chance. I see everything those demons do, everything. I can't — I can't keep doing this. Calmet: You don't know anything about what happened, do you? SCP-7773-4: I, well. No, not a clue. Calmet: So one of ours immolates in a hallway mid-heist, and none of you happen to know a single thing about it? SCP-7773-4: "And like that… he's gone." Calmet: She, actually — wait, where have I heard that phrase before. SCP-7773-4: [scoffs] Only from the greatest work of mid-90s neo-noir. Would it kill you cops to know your own cinematic history? Calmet: That's the one where they're looking for the guy who's made up, Keyser— Calmet: Oh, god damn it. SCP-7773-4: Been there. Visual likeness of SCP-7773-4. NOTICE OF INQUEST: CASENUMBER — 173ADME3 Dear, [name]. We have looked into your inquest concerning the coverage of Foundation Employee #178-282-B. Our auditors have determined that the individual's 'soul' is not held under any parameters that would invoke the involvement of clause B666; as such Goldbaker-Reinz has determined that no intervention is contractually obligated at this time. Due to Goldbaker-Reinz's confidentiality clauses, we cannot disclose the location of the aforementioned individuals 'soul' without their express consent. We apologize for any inconvenience this may result in, Goldbaker-Reinz Insurance Group Ltd. Addendum 7773-.05 Following his investigation into the crimes perpetuated by SCP-7773, Detective Calmet requested the use of a sizeable meeting room within Site-666; the detained Tarteran entities were transported to the space, and Director House's presence was requested. The following log details the subsequent interactions: Surveillance footage depicts a Site-666 conference room, the tables and chairs have been pushed to the walls, making room for an ornate chalk outline of a thaumaturgical circle on the ground. A complimentary coffee and assortment of baked goods sit adjacent to the door. At each indicated cardinal direction, one of the SCP-7773 Tartarean entities stands, surrounded and contained by ancillary occult circles. The entities are seen bickering with one another, although much of their dialogue is inaudible or indiscernible. Detective Calmet stands by the entrance leaning on the table displaying the coffee urn. The door swings open as Dir. House enters the room. HOUSE: Okay, Calmet. You and the merry band here have 15 minutes, then a bachelor party needs the room for a "Jäger-luge," whatever the fresh hell that is. Calmet: Shouldn't need that long, sir. And pass my thanks on to Conference Services for the last-minute booking. HOUSE: I do my best not to speak to them on a good day. Dir. House surveys the assembled entities, before walking to the edge of the thaumaturgical circle. HOUSE: Which this certainly hasn't been. Now, which one of you is responsible for waking me up at 2:30 in the morning? The entities glance around the room at each other without responding. HOUSE: I was up anyway, but there's a principle to it. Calmet, this is your show. Want to get it running? Calmet begins pacing around the exterior of the room as he speaks. Faint ethereal chains fastening the entities to one another and the circle itself apparate and dissipate with the cadence of his voice. Calmet: One thing you learn in this line of work: you don't put all the subjects in the same room — even when you're in there with them. Goes double when they have a history; even if it's one as disorderly as the ones assembled here. 7773-1: This is an unlawful detainment, I want my lawyer. 7773-2: Yeah, get him his lawyer 7773-4: Would you both kindly shut the hell up! 7773-2: No one cares about your Ayn Rand fanfiction, Xy. 7773-4: It's a political satire, you media-illiterate dumbbell. Detective Calmet whistles loudly through his fingers, and the assembled entities stop chattering. Calmet: Getting back on track. We're making an exception to that rule given the situation, because I know something they don't. Far as I gather, they truly think the murder wasn't related to the theft, and I'm inclined to believe they think that. Detective Calmet reaches into his jacket pocket, withdrawing a large silver feather, an unmarked DVD, and a small vial of mercury. Calmet: Thing is, they're wrong. Detective Calmet tosses the assembled items towards the centre of the thaumaturgical circle. The room is blinded by a flash of bright light. As it dims, white lines glow on the circle inscription, suspended in the air are ethereal traces of opalescent chains, wrapping around the four demons positioned around the circle, tethering them to one another and a figure in the centre of the circle. The appearing entity is humanoid, kneeling and bent forward; its bare back is visible, with a pair of gossamer, opaque feathered wings emerging from behind its shoulder blades. The entity stands — a wrap of white linen covering its chest and lower body — and faces Dir. House and Detective Calmet. Unkown: Wait is this — oh shit. Uh, hey boss. The individual appears to resemble the presumed-deceased Site-666 employee, Junior Researcher Eva Takács. HOUSE: Hey there Takács, been a moment. How have you been? Takács: I uh, I can't complain. Calmet: Well, how about you explain instead? Takács: [sighs.] Okay, I want to preface this by saying it's not as bad as it looks. HOUSE: Noted. Takács: Okay, well I've been a little burned out the last while, so I was kind of skirting work and going through the old video archives in the library. There's quite a collection of films in the back there if you know where to look. HOUSE: I thought we got rid of those. Takács: No— I… Do you know that thing about angels and bells? HOUSE: Heard something along those lines. Go on. Takács: Well, surprise! Turns out there's some merit to it. Found footage from 1921 of a ritual and figured 'that doesn't look too hard.' Essentially, if the right church bells ring, the "angel" does get his — or her — "wings." The thing is finding the right church bell. Calmet: The church in this case being? HOUSE: Keep up Calmet. They may not offer 1-hour weddings, but what are the biggest houses of worship in Vegas? Takács: And the closest thing to a bell being… Calmet: An alarm you tripped, before you faked your own death for cover, with the smokescreen of this assembly of walking distractions. Takács: Wasn't hard to get them to go along with it, I expected a little more scrutiny to be honest. But, you know, "the greatest trick the devil ever pulled…" SCP-7773-1: Needing a license to drive a car? SCP-7773-2: That whole thing with the fruit? SCP-7773-4: It's "convincing the world that he did not exist." HOUSE: You're all wrong. Bastard's greatest trick was getting some Frenchman's game into my casino. So, Takács, things play out how you had in mind? Takács: Not going to lie, not entirely. It was worth a shot though, they were bumping up my rent anyway. Calmet: Maybe it's bad taste, but I got to ask. Did it work? What was it like? [Audio cuts out for 2:30 mins] HOUSE: That's not even remotely correct — and I mean that objectively. Are you sure you watched the right movie? Takács: I mean, there may have been some odd cuts, and parts were pretty hard to make out, but I think I got the gist of it. Calmet: I am truly baffled by how you aren't dead-dead or a pillar of salt. But that aside, are we hanging onto the four stooges here or do you want me to deal with them? HOUSE: I got a thought about that. Takács, I respect the ambition to con heaven and hell for a vacation. Takács: Thank you, sir, ill— HOUSE: Follow-through's a little disappointing though. Regardless, you're getting a promotion to a new task force. Dir. House strides forwards and grasps one of the faintly illuminated chains binding the entities within the circle to one another. HOUSE: Listen up you lot, normally folks who try to steal from me don't get so lucky. Now, you've racked up quite a debt to society over the millennium, and you're going to be paying it back, with interest. Don't like it, tough luck. As Dir. House holds the thaumaturgical binding, the energy dissipates and the chain briefly vanishes to a near-indistinguishable hue. The circle is broken; freed from their confines the SCP-7773 entities stumble onto the floor. After a moment, SCP-7773-3 approaches Dir. House. SCP-7773-3's circular body splits along the midsection, as its upper segment flips backwards. The opening within reveals a dark void of indeterminate size. Appearing to float within this space is a pair of decorative silver cufflinks, featuring a stylized roulette wheel, the Site-666 insignia, and a monogrammed "H". HOUSE: Not quite the debt I was talking about. And how did you — I wasn't even wearing these today. Dir. House scoops up the items and beings to fasten the cuffs of his dress shirt. Takács: Thank you sir, this won't happen again. I'm fully committed to Site-666. HOUSE: Oh no you're not. You aren't off the hook that easy, Takács. We have enough demons running around Vegas without getting dollar-store 'angels' in the mix. No, you're off somewhere else. Call it a transfer. HOUSE: Calmet, get them out of that circle, and book the cheapest greyhound to Atlantic City, call it the Site-333 express. Overlapping sound of the entities and Takács objecting. HOUSE: I can already tell this was a great idea. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7773" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7773. Licensed under CC-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: Calling2.png Name: Groteske vlakdecoratie met koppen van dieren Author: Daniel Hopfer (I) License: Public Domain Link: http://hdl.handle.net/10934/RM0001.COLLECT.386689 Filename: -2.jpg Name: H. 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Preferred iteration of SCP-7774 Item #: SCP-7774 Special Containment Procedures: Saint Mary's Catholic Cemetery is to be inspected for upkeep every first Sunday of a new month. Janitorial personnel are to be dispatched on site for landscaping purposes. Once per year, the cemetery is to be closed to the public seventy-two hours leading to the date of June 12th under the guise of maintenance purposes. Twenty-four hours preceding June 12th, the area surrounding SCP-7774 will be blocked from public access via MTF unit Kappa-16 (Groundskeepers). Description: SCP-7774 is a yearly phenomenon affecting the area of Fredericksburg, Texas. On June 12th, uniquely at 6:30 AM (CST) precisely, SCP-7774 will animate as a humanoid structure, typically a sculpture, within the surrounding area. From discovery, SCP-7774 has indicated a preference for using the form of an angel statue within Saint Mary's Cemetery. Upon animation, the often preferred1 angel statue of SCP-7774 has been displayed to step from its pedestal, manifesting lithe control over the statue's stone limbs. Passive, non-verbal acknowledgement of Foundation personnel has been previously observed. Often following a brief stroll of the cemetery, SCP-7774 will spend the remainder of the phenomenon in close proximity to a faded, marble cross grave. Observed behavior of SCP-7774 has previously revealed the anomaly: Kneeling, bowing, or praying over the grave-site Gently caressing the ground Weaving nearby flowers into bouquets (sunflowers, bluebonnets, pink evening primrose, etc.) In the evening, commonly after 7:00 PM, SCP-7774 will stand up from the grave after making a final gesture and will return to the statue's initial location, reverting to a non-anomalous state. + Addendum: Discovery Log -Addendum: Discovery Log Recovered Photograph from Gravesite Local rumors of angels blessing the graves of Saint Mary's began to spread in Fredericksburg by local citizens as early as June of 1974. Monthly low priority surveillance of the cemetery was conducted for over a year before SCP-7774 was discovered. Upon scheduled retrieval, SCP-7774 was discovered to be kneeling over its chosen grave-site. Local foundation personnel dispatched to the area attempted to secure SCP-7774 away from the site to find SCP-7774 having demanifested, leaving a common, non-anomalous angel statue. Excavation of the grave SCP-7774 was discovered upon revealed the following: One decayed human skeleton of a juvenile female One wooden rosary, broken into two parts One faded photograph of a woman and young child Restoration of the photograph revealed faint handwriting on the back. Analysis of the photograph revealed the text "Judith, 6-12." Following discovery, the grave site was returned to its original state. Foundation personnel were planted as groundskeepers within Saint Mary's Cemetery for quick surveillance for future SCP-7774 instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7774" by HotColes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7774. Licensed under CC-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: Highgate Cemetery Angel Statue.png, Portrait of a woman holding a baby (I0024828).jpg Author: HotColes License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Highgate_Cemetery_Angel_Statue.png https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Portrait_of_a_woman_holding_a_baby_(I0024828).jpg Footnotes 1. Previous experimentation surrounding the removal of structures within Fredericksburg has yielded varying activation locations, yet prevention of SCP-7774 from manifesting has been unsuccessful.
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NGC 6946, the location of three instances of SCP-7775-α in periods of interstellar expansion. Item #: SCP-7775 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature and scale of SCP-7775, effective containment of the anomaly is impossible. Civilizations as described by SCP-7775 and their planets of origin, as well as any systems which have been expanded into by aforementioned civilizations, will be monitored by the Foundation's respective interstellar agencies. Description: SCP-7775 is an observed phenomenon found throughout outer space. The anomaly is that of convergent evolution of Homo sapiens sapiens across a multitude of systems. Human societies that did not evolve on Earth are collectively designated as SCP-7775-α. The anomaly manifests itself on highly similar Earth analogues. Typically, these Earth analogues have near-identical masses, atmospheric contents, and geological histories. Roughly 95%1 of the Earth analogues rotate around a unitary G-type main-sequence star ("yellow dwarf"). Observations have been conducted by the ███████ ██████ located in orbit around Charon ("CLEOMEDES"). SCP-7775-α instances are genetically identical to the humans of Earth. Within each SCP-7775-α instance exists minor phenotypical variations, the scale of which is consistent to that of the variation between various ethnic groups on Earth. Consistent with the genetic research, preliminary evidence suggests that specimens of SCP-7775-α instances can reproduce with Earth-evolved humans as well as with specimens of other instances. Similar to Earth-evolved humans, SCP-7775-α instances have developed languages and comparable cultural development. Unlike Earth-evolved humans, however, instances of the anomaly typically do not have a primate-based evolutionary background. On SCP-7775-38, preliminary evolutionary research suggests shared common ancestors with avian analogues. Further research into evolutionary history is pending. To date, there have been 1202 observed instances of the anomaly. The societies of instances include that of pre-agriculture, feudal states, nation states, and interstellar empires. The progression between various societal paradigms is not linear nor immediately intuitive. + The CLEOMEDES project - Close attachment INPUT CLEARANCE CODE > ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ VALIDATING CREDENTIALS Accessed Clearance Level 1 of File: CLEOMEDES CLEOMEDES is one of the Foundation's most recent attempts at expanding its capabilities outside of the Earth, located on the moon of Charon. CLEOMEDES is a station home to several experimental observational instruments as well as as a scientific research station. Most notable are the causality experiments3, the result of which allows us to communicate with civilizations located many light years away and in great detail. Below are selected instances of SCP-7775. Instance names below are attached to SCP-7775-α, i.e. "17" refers to SCP-7775-α-17. Instance name Description 17 17 is a planetary society remaining in a period of pre-agriculturalism, located in an ejected star system near IC 2497. Anthropogenic radio is extremely scarce. Analysis of radio suggests the presence of anti-modernist religious movements akin to Neo-Luddism on Earth. Attempts to engage in contact with CLEOMEDES resulted in no response. Further analysis suggests that 17 was a formerly space-faring civilization. It is unknown when or why the instance returned to a pre-agricultural state. 39 39 is the largest of three interstellar states in NGC 6946. 39 appears to have developed spacefaring technology enabling for brief faster-than-light movement, which has allowed it to set up a series of colonies in its immediate vicinity. It is typically involved with conflicts with two other space-faring instances of SCP-7775-α in the same galaxy — 38 and 40. 38, 39, and 40 avoid a large section of NGC 6946, accounting for roughly 62% of the galaxy's stellar mass, preferring to war with each other for habitable and arable territory instead of expanding into this region. The reasoning behind this remains unclear. 102 102 is located in M87. It is in a period of nuclear-armed nation states. The Foundation has made contact with a similar group in 102. 102 is home to an institution dedicated to organizing and containing anomalies and have similar technology to CLEOMEDES. This institution has been in brief contact with the Foundation and has confirmed their observation of the SCP-7775 anomaly. 119 119 is the remains of an instance in Dragonfly 44. No known specimens from 119 are known to be alive and the ruins of civilization are seen from the surface. Foundation research suggests that 119 was recently unified, after a long period of warring nation states, and were about to make initial forays into interstellar space. Tentative evidence suggests that 119 had developed highly advanced FTL technology. + Missives relating to SCP-7775-17 - Close attachment SECURITY CLEARANCE OF 3 REQUIRED HANDHELD IDENTIFICATION DEVICE DETECTED ENTER SECURITY CODE ON DEVICE VALIDATING CREDENTIALS CLEARANCE CONFIRMED 15/10/20██ Memo from CLEOMEDES board To all personnel assigned to working on top-level faster-than-light projects; Please note that there has been issued an immediate order to place these projects on hiatus. Report to Main Office for further briefing. 9/10/20██ Approximately three years ago, not too long after CLEOMEDES became operational, we recieved a missive from SCP-7775-17, which is odd considering the planet's anti-technology stance. Alongside it was a key for the purpose of quickly deciphering their language. It, when translated, came to a simple statement. WATCHING MAN. TURN OFF. The patterns are clear now. I have submitted my interpretation and my proposal for action to the board. Hopefully it's not too late. -Dr. Hinai Footnotes 1. 140/147 planets observed. 2. The discrepancy between the planet count and instance count is due to the presence of multi-system spanning instances. 3. Which has allowed us to very briefly achieve superluminality
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS RESTRICTED TO SITE-93 PERSONNEL ONLY. ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT APPROPRIATE AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. NOTICE FROM THE SITE-93 RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to the history of SCP-7776, this document has undergone radical changes in order to remain useful and informative. Included are the archived special containment procedures and object description for comparison and archival purposes. — Hektor Abruzzi, Director, S-93 RAISA Southeastern entrance into the village of ██████████ ████ upon discovery of SCP-7776. Item #: SCP-7776 Special Containment Procedures: + Show Archived Containment Procedures Close No more than 200 individuals may be aware of the existence of SCP-7776 at any given time. Should individuals outside Site-93 learn of SCP-7776, they are to be amnesticised and an investigation into how they learned of it is to be launched. A vast majority of those affected by SCP-7776 have taken residence in the village of ██████████ ████, which has been isolated as a quarantine zone as well as location of Site-93. Site-93 is an appropriately staffed Site dedicated to the study and containment of SCP-7776. No ritual activity is to be performed in association with SCP-7776 without explicit written permission and oversight by Site Director Pilecki; additionally, no personnel above Level 3 Clearance may be involved with the management of SCP-7776 without Director Pilecki's written request. Ritual activity may be conducted with SCP-7776 at the discretion of Site Director Pilecki. Ritual activity is to be performed with SCP-7776 on a monthly basis. Ritual activity with SCP-7776 is to be conducted on an as needed basis. Site-93 observes a specially-tailored communications outline in order to monitor and minimize communication to the outside, and therefore opportunities for a breach of containment through accidental sharing of SCP-7776's description. Additionally, see Document-93-C "Security Facilities" for an outline of Site-93's perimeter defenses. Personnel who approach Site-93 or request visitation are to be detained and undergo interrogation. Personnel determined to be affected by SCP-7776 may be subject to execution. Notice: These Containment Procedures are now obsolete. As part of the unique circumstances regarding SCP-7776’s effects, Site-93 acts as a largely independent facility with minimal oversight and contact with the greater Foundation. Communication with the outside is only to be performed by a rotating roster of three designated personnel, following the sanitization directives found in the attached documentation titled “Obscuring Communication”. Personnel are prohibited from unregulated recording of images or videos by any means; permission may be granted for personal photography of special occasions. In order to ensure privacy, Site-93’s property has been fitted with several monitored, but automated, anti-air systems as well as 3 strategically-placed sniper outposts. Personnel not assigned to Site-93 are not permitted within a 10km radius during travel. Foundation documentation regarding Site-93 is to describe the site in broad terms, specifying that it contains a ‘cognitohazardous object’, as well as a general summary of the above communication restrictions. It is also required to broadly describe the above situation regarding anti-air systems and snipers. Knowledge of SCP-7776 must be limited to a maximum of 200 individuals at any given time. Should individuals outside Site-93 learn of SCP-7776, they are to be apprehended, terminated, and an investigation into how they learned of it is to be launched. Site-93 is constructed surrounding and integrated into ██████████ ████, the local village which SCP-7776 is located within. This village operates autonomously but in partnership with the Foundation in the containment of SCP-7776, observing similar precautions in regards to communication monitoring and maintaining an insular community. Four agricultural zones are maintained in a previously-uninhabited location 18km from Site-93 to contribute to the diets of ██████████ ████’s inhabitants, as part of a comfort and normalcy effort. The use of anomalous technology, and in certain cases, other contained objects known to personnel stationed at Site-93, is permitted in the containment of SCP-7776 in lieu of full Foundation support. As such, a dedicated containment facility is maintained on-site. Here, anomalies temporarily reassigned to Site-93, or potential sub anomalies manifested by SCP-7776 and those irreversibly affected by related ritual activity, may be contained. In addition, an archive containing records of SCP-7776, ██████████ ████, and the local region previously discovered outside of the area. While the chances of discovery of any more documentation outside Site-93 is extraordinarily low, if any is discovered it is to be contained here for reference and study. A total of eight (8) Scantron Reality Anchors have been placed in the middle perimeter wall surrounding Site-93. See attached materials regarding protocol in the case where the anomaly requires the use of anomalous elements. Extant residents of ██████████ ████1 have been released and provided training by the Foundation to aid in the containment of SCP-7776. A number of these individuals have been granted Level 2 clearance exclusively in regards to SCP-7776, and are to assist in instructing and aiding Site-93 staff in the containment of that specific anomaly. Of note is that the people of ██████████ ████ and current Site personnel have jointly agreed to the prohibition of further children being born into the population. In the event that an unassigned Foundation member2 is detected approaching Site-93, they are to be detained regardless of ranking and interrogated to determine the extent of their knowledge concerning SCP-7776. Should they be determined to have fallen under SCP-7776’s effects, they are to be integrated into Site-93 staff until further review. Individuals of a level 4 clearance or higher, regardless of status or standing in the Foundation, affected by SCP-7776 are to be terminated. All staff and affected individuals are to convene in ██████████ ████ town hall at 9am daily, in order to allow for the reception of the day’s ritual dictation. Each ritual must be described in accurate detail before witnesses and recorded for posterity within the on-site network. Should it be determined that the received ritual is not excessively harmful or traumatic, the receiver of the vision may be allowed to undertake the ritual within the following 24 hours if they choose to do so. Should no ritual be undertaken within a period of nineteen (19) days, the next ritual3 must be undertaken as per decree of the on-site ethics committee and directors. Failure to complete a Critical Date Ritual is to be severely punished, and incentivizing programs are to be instituted to encourage ritual activity. Staff assigned to Site-93 and the people of ██████████ ████ must remain on-site until death, with escapees to be apprehended or terminated. As such, Site-93 has been outfitted with various recreational activities, therapeutic, amnestic and physical therapy suites. A wing of Site-93 is to be maintained for the purpose of providing counseling, palliative care and medical attention to staff following Ritual Procedures. Description: + Show Archived Description Close SCP-7776 is a specific line of deductive reasoning and associative thinking with cognitohazardous tendencies. The conclusion of a subject's investigation will provide them with knowledge of the existence of a groundwater well which they will believe to harbour a hostile entity, intelligence, or force within. This groundwater well is situated in an undisclosed location in the High Tatra mountain range, which border Slovakia and Poland. Cognitohazardous effects have been determined to spread specifically through media directly referencing the well's appearance, or secondary media derived from this. Individuals effected by SCP-7776 feel compelled to participate in hazardous ritual behavior around the well in an effort to appease a hostile presence they believe resides within, and will do so periodically. Such behavior often results in grievous harm towards the participants, frequently via anomalous means, but does not deter further ritual behavior. Should those afflicted by SCP-7776 believe a course of action undertaken to prevent a hostile entity emerging from the well to be anomalous, said course of action will become anomalous via the tulpa effect. Note: This description is incorrect and outdated, see below for details. SCP-7776 is a groundwater well that exists in the centre of ██████████ ████4, possessing a unique structural composition which does not match building materials or compositional techniques historically common to its immediate region. It possesses various anomalous qualities, the most immediate of which being cognitohazardous afflictions of one's perception of the well. These effects persist in situ, through audiovisual media, or through one's understanding and familiarity with the well. Cognitohazardous anomalies can become ingrained in an individual who has merely learned about the well's appearance in a complete enough description, and does not rely on visual or tactile contact. Afflicted individuals describe that they can perceive a gateway or window at the bottom of the well, which leads to a pocket dimension, cavern, or rarely, a 'bubble' that houses an undefined hostile force. This force (hereby SCP-7776-A5) is described only in an individual's understanding of its apparent intentions, and never a physical appearance or assumed nature. Descriptions universally describe the intent to climb the well and enter our reality, as well as an immense cruelty and capacity to enact harm to all life on earth. This understanding also comes with an understanding that this malice may be repelled through performance of a daily ritual. The well becomes the subject of intense fear, recurring nightmares, and an aversion towards discussing the anomaly, favouring compulsive self-soothing behaviours and a desire to perform said ritual. Each day at 9:27pm, one or more persons affected by SCP-7776 will experience an audiovisual hallucination 'informing' them of a set of ritual behaviour to be performed nearby SCP-7776, in order to ensure SCP-7776-A will not emerge. Hallucinations are described as 'visions', often in the religious sense, and are painful to the subject's eyes and teeth. Rituals are often painful, degrading, or possibly deadly, as well as nonsensical and expensive in both monetary and other senses. Amnestics may remove an individual's affliction by the fear of SCP-7776-A, but will not remove the occurrence of these visions. Often visions will reinstate SCP-7776's effect, through the mental image of the well imposing itself on the subject. Ritual visions are never identical, though certain trends and themes recur fairly often. Each ritual has incorporated a specific chant into its procedure, referred to here as the "standard ritual chant". This chant is not in any known language or dialect, and any meaning it may carry is unknown. Personnel are not spontaneously capable of reciting said chant, but instead feel as if they must attempt it to the best of their ability. After experiencing a vision, afflicted subjects experience a powerful urge to carry out the ritual in order to prevent the ingress of SCP-7776-A into our reality. This urge will gradually fade if actions are not performed within a 24-hour period, though subjects will usually experience additional, infrequent visions in following days. The process or criteria determining which individual or individuals will experience these visions is not known, and is believed to be random. Additional visions will depict increasingly complex and invasive rituals, leading to the mental degradation of subjects through heavy stress. SCP-7776's secondary effects on local reality will also become increasingly pronounced. As such, it is imperative that rituals be carried out as soon as is deemed safe or acceptable, in order to minimize complications. Rituals seem to develop according to the number of subjects who share the corresponding visions, as well as the resources available. Complexity and cost scale drastically with group size, and will often introduce elements that call upon great personal or professional costs to specific individuals. This may include emotional tolls, monetary transactions, political influence, and in certain cases, the use of other anomalous items within the reach of the Foundation in order to complete. The scale of a ritual may also demand additional persons being 'brought in', whether for inclusion in the performance, or rarely, as a captive audience. It is inconsistent whether the failure of a given ritual may lead to SCP-7776 imposing severe effects on local reality, and reactions from the object do not correspond to ritual scale, complexity, or violence. Failures universally expand SCP-7776's influence, however, and must be avoided. The ambient effects of SCP-7776 are profound, though the area of effect is limited and centered on the well itself. Liquids that pass beyond approximately a metre of SCP-7776’s mouth convert into a thick corrosive fluid. This fluid has shown to be able to sustain biological function in damaged human tissue when removed form SCP-7776 and diluted with 1 part fluid and 8 parts water. Weather patterns in a 17km radius of Site-93 remain overcast despite anticipated regional weather patterns, with multiple thunderstorms and snowstorms each month year-round. Native wildlife passively maintain a distance of approximately 10km of SCP-7776. Migratory bird populations will pass through this 10km range, but flight patterns often form spirals or rings, and birds display severe confusion upon landing within the area of effect. No notable effects persist in animals that enter and then leave this area of influence. Persons residing within SCP-7776’s area of effect (e.g., residents of ██████████ ████ and long-term inhabitants assigned to Site-93) may experience anomalous developments. Physical changes, such as normally straight hair becoming curly, or fingerprints changing into irregular spiral shapes, are semi-common effects and do not appear to be hazardous. On occasion, personnel may discover spontaneous dental growth in the palate in a spiral configuration. Several individuals have spontaneously experienced ocular degeneration, with their pupils and irises changing in shape. As Foundation personnel remain in Site-93 for longer, similar alterations are being discovered with increasing frequency. As stated above, nightmares and visual hallucinations are not uncommon in individuals who spend time within SCP-7776’s area of effect. The feeling of being watched, audio hallucinations of whispering or distant gibberish, or the feeling of hands and breath upon one’s bare skin are reported. These are believed to be connected to SCP-7776, and not the result of natural stress responses. Should no spontaneous visions, and therefore no ritual activity, occur in the vicinity of SCP-7776 for more than a week or more, the above effects will become far more pronounced and severe. The area of effect will expand outward and other, more severe effects may occur. This includes unstable or randomly shifting topography, precipitation composed of viscera, mental fog, mass hysteria or more. On several occasions, SCP-7776 flooded, with volumes of corrosive fluids and fragmentary fresh human remains ejected from the mouth of the well. During these occasions, humanoid figures composed of mud appeared in the immediate radius of the well, and an extreme increase in the apparent population of aggressive Rattus norvegicus or common brown rat appeared within ██████████ ████ and Site-93. Excerpts from the Log of Rituals: + Access Log Close Due to the severity of SCP-7776's reality warping influence, the performance of rituals is imperative to not only minimising these effects but also in preventing the entry of SCP-7776-A into our world. Those who have studied SCP-7776 for an extended period of time such as those of us at Site-93, the villagers residing in ██████████ ████ before the Foundation's arrival or other groups encountering the anomaly long before have all noted the sheer randomness presented in the visions detailing the rituals. While the rituals do become more complex, harmful and dangerous as time between rituals grown many of those interviewed commented on a belief that luck is a significant factor in not only the assignment of visions, but also the content of the rituals. Beyond the universally negative nature of the rituals, the only commonality between them is a requirement to recite a chant in an unknown language. Research to identify this chant remains underway. Date: 12/03/2003 Persons involved: Senior Researcher John Rollins Days since last ritual: 8 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: The subject removed all clothing and embedded 17 nails in the sole of each foot and proceeded to use the blood from this action to draw a spiral glyph on his chest. The subject then proceeded to perform a fast jig dance around SCP-7776 whilst repeating the standard ritual chant for 174 minutes until loss of consciousness. Notes: Subject was taken for treatment immediately following the ritual, and is expected to regain the ability to walk again within three months. Date: 31/11/2010 Persons involved: Jan Nowak, Zuzanna Nowak, Sgt. Mark Albrecht, Dr Sadie Parker, Tucker Pedersen, Pvt. Hayden Samuels. Days since last ritual: 19 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: All subjects were required to draw straws, with the individual drawing the shortest straw6 to flee into the area surrounding Site-93. After a period of one hour the remaining subjects pursued and proceeded to hunt Pedersen for 256 minutes before terminating them via gunshot. A cut of meat from the deceased was then prepared and consumed by remaining subjects. Surviving subjects then carried the body back to Site-93 and deposited it into SCP-7776 after intoning the standard ritual chant. Notes: Psychological counseling was provided to the surviving subjects. Significant unrest was noted in the population of former D-Class personnel due to the deceased's former similar status. All ritual participants were noted to have been directed by their visions to choose a subject to hunt, and elected to make this decision in the fairest way possible. Date: 17/8/2008 Persons involved: Dr Kateoina Szabó Days since last ritual: 3 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Dr Szabó collected all photographs and mementos of loved ones outside the site and deposited them within SCP-7776 while reciting the standard ritual chant. Notes: All deposited items were reported to visibly smoulder but remain atop the surface of SCP-7776's corrosive liquid for a period of 24 hours until the enactment of the next ritual. Date: 3/5/2000 Persons involved: Site Director Svarog Pilecki Days since last ritual: 32 Completed: No Ritual summary: Director Pilecki reported receiving a vision detailing himself ordering the retrieval of SCP-███ from Site-██ and force-feeding it SCP-7776's corrosive liquid in large quantities whilst reciting the standard ritual chant before directing its release in the nearest civilian settlement of [REDACTED]. Notes: Director Pilecki resigned command of Site-93 on condition of being rendered ineligible for promotion following Event-7776-Omega. Ring recovered from SCP-7776. Date: 13/10/2020 Persons involved: Pvt. Grace Porosus Days since last ritual: 19 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Subject recovered an ornate ring from SCP-7776 and placed it on her left ring finger before reciting a slight variant of the standard ritual chant. The subject then proceeded to consume a sample of SCP-7776's corrosive liquid with no ill effect. Following the ritual, the ring was unable to be removed. Notes: On the 13/10/2021 Pvt. Porosus failed to report for guard duty and was later located within her quarters in an excited catatonic state with numerous semi-human bite wounds on her person. Pvt. Porosus appears unable to vocalise except through sobbing and laughter. Treatment has been unsuccessful. Date: 25/12/2014 Persons involved: Jan Nowak, Zuzanna Nowak, Nina Nowak Days since last ritual: 18 Completed: No Ritual summary: Jan and Zuzanna Nowak experienced a vision describing a ritual to be enacted wherein they were to place their youngest child (Nina Nowak, 4) inside a large sack alongside several stones, recite the standard ritual chant, and deposit the child into SCP-7776. Notes: All subjects were distressed by this vision but willing to participate in the ritual. Despite the protestations of one Rostek Ossendowski7 it was determined by Foundation personnel that the ritual was not to be completed. Date: 23/2/2021 Persons involved: Tomáš Bača Days since last ritual: 2 Completed: No Ritual summary: Mr. Bača experienced a vision describing ritual wherein he was to retrieve a packet of unknown seeds from within SCP-7776, recite the standard ritual chant, and plant them in specific locations within Site-93's agricultural zone, 20km from SCP-7776. Notes: Due to the vision failing to adequately depict the consequences of completing this ritual, it was deemed too great a risk to the survival of the staff. Date: 28/4/2022 Persons involved: Cmdr. Arthur Shepherd, Hillevi Kemppainen Days since last ritual: 1 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Subjects consumed an uncooked goat shank, depositing the bone into SCP-7776 when finished. The subjects then placed a cover and bedding over SCP-7776, recited the standard ritual chant, and slept for 9 hours over the well. Notes: Both subjects have subsequently been observed spending large portions of time together following this ritual. Investigation is underway. Date: 5/9/2018 Persons involved: Dr. Hank Gardener Days since last ritual: 13 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: The subject retrieved a knife from SCP-7776 and proceeded to remove a portion of muscle from his upper thigh, recite the standard ritual chant, and consume the removed material. Notes: Prompt medical attention was able to ensure minimal damage to the subject's mobility, with a stomach pump administered as soon as was possible. Date: 27/10/2021 Persons involved: Sgt. G. Chuluunbold Days since last ritual: 16 Completed: No Ritual summary: Sgt. Chuluunbold received a vision instructing him to recite the standard ritual chant before utilising on-site defenses to fire upon civilian air traffic. Notes: All parties unanimously rejected the proposition of enacting this ritual. Date: 19/11/2021 Persons involved: Dr. Gordon ██████ Days since last ritual: 1 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: Dr. Gordon approached SCP-7776 and withdrew a 750ml glass jar from within the well, and proceeded to urinate into it while reciting the standard ritual chant. Once the vessel had been filled, Dr. Gordon sealed the jar with its cap and deposited it within the well. Notes: Dr. Gordon reported feelings of humiliation and confusion following the event. Date: 16/12/2007 Persons involved: Dr. Amir Reddy, Pvt. Evelyn Tanner, Jackson Welles, Dr. Max Venturi, Abel Bonhart. Days since last ritual: 10 Completed: Yes Ritual summary: All subjects gathered around SCP-7776, drew blood from their left palms and proceeded to draw spiral symbols on one another's foreheads before forming a circle around SCP-7776. The subjects then continuously recited the standard ritual chant as they circled SCP-7776 in a clockwise direction a total of seventeen times. All subjects' hands gradually became grafted together over the course of the ritual. Notes: Surgery to separate the subjects' hands was rapidly undertaken following enactment of the ritual under the guidance of Dr. Reddy over the course of seven hours, and was able to return up to 90% mobility in affected areas. The subjects reported that in spite of understanding the risks of the ritual, they felt obligated to enact it in an effort to prevent larger numbers of site staff from suffering. Discovery: + Discovery Close Northern interior wall of ██████████ ████, constructed in the late 14th century. SCP-7776 was discovered by the Foundation in March of 2000, after ‘first contact’ was made with the inhabitants of ██████████ ████. Members of rescue organizations pursuing the wreckage of flight JQ-7923 reported being fired upon by groups of local civilians in an apparently uninhabited area of the High Tatras mountain range, including several recognized to be survivors of the disappeared plane. Upon interception by law enforcement, civilian inhabitants of the village were found to be without records or identification, or familiarity with modern technology (or, computers in general). The Foundation took notice after it became evident that all civilians carried the same warnings regarding the danger in the mountains, and the consistency of phrasing across several dozen individuals. Satellite imaging was able to locate the village of ██████████ ████, and remote surveillance was performed until the plane’s remains were discovered just over 7km from the village. Several survivors were identified, as was the route they took by foot to ██████████ ████. As observation continued, it was believed that the inhabitants were under the effect of an anomalous force, and had coerced the survivors of flight JQ-7923 to participate in rituals and come under the influence of SCP-7776. At this time, no Foundation Personnel had become affected by what would later be defined as SCP-7776, so it was theorized that the villagers were the root cause of the anomaly. It was decided that ██████████ ████ would be converted into a remote Site, and Foundation operatives were to contain the inhabitants of the village, with the rescue of the airline survivors being a secondary objective. This was dubbed Operation “Golden Eagle”-A, and was largely successful as per the objectives defined in the mission plans. Despite this, numerous inhabitants of the village were able to flee into the surrounding wilderness. Construction of the Site began, and the village's inhabitants were contained for study, along with any survivors of flight JQ-7923 determined to be affected by SCP-7776. Site-93 personnel then began searching for the escaped villagers, and any Foundation personnel affected by SCP-7776 were instructed to report any symptoms and were administered amnestics, as it was believed that the anomaly was an infohazard spread by the villagers rather than from what is now known as SCP-7776 today. With no rituals being performed, SCP-7776's reality altering effects rapidly became increasingly pronounced. As the villagers were thought to be the source of the effect, study into the captured villagers was made the highest priority. Within a week the entire site personnel body was affected by SCP-7776, and many had begun to call for rituals to be performed. These individuals were contained alongside 62 of ██████████ ████'s inhabitants. The following weeks were marked by rising casualties to SCP-7776's effects, with Site Director Svarog Pilecki being forced to order reinforcements from other Foundation Sites. By April, SCP-7776 reached a critical point, affecting an area with an irregular radius averaging 80km and causing catastrophic casualties, resulting in Event-7776-Omega (see Addendum 7776-Omega). Following these events, Site Director Svarog Pilecki established current containment procedures. Materials required to finish construction of SCP-7776 were ordered from the larger Foundation to be delivered to a remote delivery point, and additional resources were sourced from other organisations in an effort to disguise Site-93's imminent secession from the Foundation. Upon completion of Site-93, the following message was sent to the O5 Council. A message from Site-93 Four months ago 783 souls were sent to contain SCP-7776 in the frigid mountains, uprooting their lives and settling an area unknown to the modern world. They left behind families and friends, knowing that by rounding up these dangerous anomalies they would be keeping the world safe. They were wrong, as was I, and that has led to the deaths of 692 of these brave souls. For the insane ramblings of the people we believed to be so dangerous were not so crazed, and even less dangerous. In fact they have been doing our job for us for hundreds of years. They tried to warn us of an anomaly we didn't believe in, even as we interrogated them under the misguided belief that they were under the effect of an infohazardous mindset. All the while they tried to explain to us the danger that we and the world were in. I am writing to you now to warn you that this threat is very real. SCP-7776 is not an idea guiding individuals towards thaumaturgy and anomalous rituals, rather it is the reason these rituals must be performed, and it is the reason that you must not know any more than is absolutely necessary. What we guard at this site has the potential to harm anyone who comes into contact with it, but with a Foundation presence it has the potential to harm billions through us, including the entire SCP Foundation. That is the reason that as of now there is no longer an us. Effective immediately, you are to cease monitoring of this Site. We have already scrubbed your servers of records relating to SCP-7776 that would be harmful to the Foundation and to you on the council personally, and have implemented our own remote sub-net on-Site. You may contact us at your leisure through this secure line, but be aware that in order to properly contain SCP-7776 we will not be at liberty to disclose any information beyond what you already know. This is for the safety and integrity of the SCP Foundation and the O5 Council, and we will not allow you to become compromised. While we mean no harm to any of our sister sites or any Foundation Personnel, be warned that we have no choice but to enforce this parting with lethal force. A 20km exclusion zone around Site-93 is now in effect, and anyone seen entering this zone will be terminated. This is for the good of all. I do not doubt that you will attempt to reconnect with us, and we have taken measures to prevent this. You will not see the inside of this Site, and you will not be compromised by SCP-7776. I am sorry it needed to end this way. Goodbye. Site Director Svarog Pilecki, Site-93. History of ██████████ ████ Current understanding leads us to believe that ██████████ ████ was founded sometime before the year 549 AD; an especially old structure in the southern edge of the village bears Roman iconography warning of plague within the town8. In 1379 Pope Urban VI and King Louis I of Hungary (which then incorporated Slovakia) ordered the village purged of its population for as of yet unclear reasons. Despite its isolation, ██████████ ████ has historically been self-sufficient. The primary mundane issue the town has historically suffered is inbreeding as a result of its natural isolation, with new arrivals often being lost hikers, plane crash survivors, or other lost individuals. As a result of this, the town's culture has a cosmopolitan nature, incorporating elements of new arrivals' cultures. On two occasions, individuals have discovered forgotten records indicating SCP-7776’s existence and become afflicted with its mental effect, and come to ██████████ ████ through great personal expense; the archives where these records were discovered have since been acquired, filtered, and replaced. Among residents, SCP-7776 is reviled and described as the door to "Obávaná Ohavnosť9", a description of the malicious force as an apocalyptic figure. As such, the performing of rituals to prevent this is seen as a shared responsibility among all residents of the village. Residents are tasked with chores and work six days a week, and maintain close multigenerational bonds, as well as a culture of mutual aid to ensure every member is supported. The town’s religion is nominally Catholic, though with a blend of Eastern Orthodox and regional Christian traditions as well. Of note are twelve suits of armor displayed within the central church, each bearing the coat of arms of the Confraternity of Saint George's Knights. Residents of the town attribute these as belonging to a group of "Saviors" from the middle ages. Many homes within the village have a space dedicated to altars believed to be a corruption of catholic shrines, with residents describing them as aiding in the containment of SCP-7776. It is unknown if this claim is accurate, and research into a belief-based effect on SCP-7776 is ongoing. Many residents of ██████████ ████ display physiological and psychological abnormalities. It is believed that this is due to not only long-term effects of inbreeding and exposure to SCP-7776, but also the cultural and mental coping mechanisms required to inhabit such a remote, stressful environment. Long-term residents have displayed higher than usual pain tolerance, stress thresholds and individualism than seen outside of ██████████ ████, in addition the occasional manifestation of low-level reality warping abilities, usually minor telekinesis. Individuals born in the town have a higher rate of congenital conditions such as heterochromia, albinism, arachnodactyly and acromegaly. Following Event-7776-Omega and the completion of Site-93, Foundation personnel have largely been accepted by the inhabitants of ██████████ ████. Foundation technology and infrastructure has greatly benefited the population with the introduction of electricity, modern medical technology, agricultural technology, manufacturing and construction. It is hoped that a combination of the Foundation's expertise in containment and the local populations longstanding traditions and knowledge surrounding SCP-7776 may aid in the anomaly's long-term containment and harm reduction in regards to its harmful effects on the afflicted. + Dariush Saberi Interview, 19/10/2003 Close File photo of Dariush Saberi circa 2006. Interviewed: Dariush Saberi Interviewer: Dr. James Okello Foreword: Following the integration of ██████████ ████'s population into Site-93, Mr. Saberi has offered to explain aspects of the town's culture, history and relationship with SCP-7776. <Begin Log> Dr. Okello: Thank you for offering your time to us Mr. Saberi, it's appreciated. Mr. Saberi: Not at all, if you are going to be staying here it's important for you to know our ways. A lot have been here even longer than me or were even born here, so they're pretty set in their ways. Dr. Okello: So you were not born here then? Mr. Saberi: Well that's just jumping straight into it. Didn't even give me a chance to light my smoke. Mr. Saberi proceeds to roll and light a cigarette as he talks. Mr. Saberi: Want one? Dr. Okello: I'm fine, thank you. Mr. Saberi: Good, was only offering to be polite. And no, I wasn't born here. I was just some tourist, I wanted to see wild animals. Really wild, you know? From the virgin forests not on the back of a truck on a safari. Trekked up from ███████, had my camera, tent, provisions and all. I'd been out here for weeks photographing a pack of wolves. Real wolves, not those hair covered half dogs city folk call wolves, and before you knew it there were no animals anywhere anymore. Dr. Okello: What do you mean? Mr. Saberi: I mean there was nothing. No tracks, no sound, no smell. It was like a world where only plants existed. Of course I know now it was because they were smarter than me, they were afraid of the Well and I hadn't a clue. Dr. Okello: We have observed that. Mr. Saberi: Yes, most notice that first. The next thing I noticed was Serj. An Azerbaijani pointing a gun at me and screaming something or other. I had no clue, but I knew there was no cover behind me, so I ran through him. I wasn't about to get shot and I figured there would be better places to hide behind him. Fool I was. Dr. Okello: You didn't know then. Mr. Saberi: Well I do now. He chased me trying to save my life, stop me seeing the Well, and I kept running. He didn't even have any bullets I found out later. Too late, my life was already over, I'd seen the well over a hill and it felt like I'd been kicked by a mule. The fear, always worst when you see it for the first time. Dr. Okello: I remember my first time, yes. What happened when you entered the village? Mr. Saberi: They seemed sad, they felt bad for me. I was put in a room and everyone talked at me until someone spoke Iranian. Then they explained where I was, that I couldn't leave, and what would happen. I panicked. Tried to run, but there were dozens of them, and I was tied to a board. Stayed that way until my first Vision, and then I understood. There was no leaving. It was my job now, to make sure Obávaná Ohavnosť never comes out of that well. Dr. Okello: That's quite a change in attitude. How long did that take? Mr. Saberi: More than a week. Less than two. What helped is the kindness I was shown. My wailing and crying were not scorned, but met with sympathy. I think had they been the savages I first believed them to be I may have taken my own life. Dr. Okello: I see. Well, thank you your honesty. Mr. Saberi: Welcome. Dr. Okello: So what can you tell me of the culture here? Mr. Saberi: Everything centers around the Well. It's our duty to keep Obávaná Ohavnosť trapped down there, and we do everything we can in service of that duty. In fact many here think you do not take this duty seriously enough. Dr. Okello: How so? Mr. Saberi: They think you wait too long between rituals. Before you came it was never longer than three days between them. Dr. Okello: And the psychological toll of such frequent rituals? Mr. Saberi shrugs. Mr. Saberi: You get used to it. Dr. Okello: I see. We will take that under advisement. Mr. Saberi: Mhm. Besides, you've seen how we look after one another. The dances, plays. I met my wife here, because we are open and tender. Our hearts must be open to joy and truth rather than steeled against the good and the bad. Dr. Okello: I can see the virtue in that. Is that why religion is so important to your people? Mr. Saberi: Our people. And yes, we take our comfort where we can get it. Those of us who were born here even say that that the church was built by heroes from a far away land. It helps give us hope, especially since it's true. Dr. Okello: It is? Mr. Saberi: That's one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you. Mr. Saberi produces a timber chest from his rucksack and passes it to Dr. Okello. Mr. Saberi: These are letters from the heroes, they'll explain all about the church and the walls. Dr. Okello: I see. I'll be sure our researchers get these. Thank you. Mr. Saberi: Mhm. Dr. Okello: Before I go, there is one other thing I need to ask. In all our research, we have not been able to understand how we receive the rituals. If Obávaná Ohavnosť is so powerful and dreadful, it seems odd that we would simply be presented the opportunity to stop it daily. Why do we receive them? Is there any reason taught here? anything at all? Mr. Saberi: Now that's the age old question isn't it? Some of the old timers when I first came here used to talk about some legendary figure that fought Obávaná Ohavnosť, forced it into the well and cursed it to be bound by the rituals. I think that's crap, so do most of us. The prevailing theory is that it's a defense mechanism of the universe or ordained by God, you know? It's adapted to things trying to get in this way. But that doesn't feel right to me either. Dr. Okello: What feels right to you then? Surely not the theory that the rituals are a game it plays? Mr. Saberi: No, that's horse shit. If it were a game it wouldn't try so hard to win, it would just win. I think it's all just random chance. Luck. Dr. Okello: Luck? Mr. Saberi: Yeah, luck. No one ever asked why vampires need permission to enter a building, they just need it. Lucky. Same thing here, we just got lucky that that thing in the Well needs us to fail if it wants us to get in. That's all. No more no less. Dr. Okello: That's certainly an interesting theory, Mr. Saberi. It may well be the case. But we prefer to know things for certain. Mr. Saberi: Good luck with that. <End Log> Closing Statement: Examination of the box and its contents provided by Mr. Saberi proved to be enlightening as to elements of ██████████ ████'s history regarding its absence from maps and general knowledge. In addition to medieval era holy artifacts, the box contained copies of letters sent from a knight of the Confraternity of Saint George's Knights addressed to a superior at the Vatican in the late 14th century. + Documentation: Dragomari Andrat, CCSG Close Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, Despite this most terrible winter, we have at last found this cursed hamlet and indeed the King10 was most wise to beseech His Holiness11 for aid. Not yet two days have passed and already we have witnessed most terrible unholy rites performed. It is our belief that surely this is why the plague refused to touch this place. We have taken the settlement with little difficulty, for they possess no walls or militia, and have placed many of the pagans in irons for questioning. They of course deceive and blaspheme with their every breath. They claim to be godly people, yet only four are able to recite a simple Hail Mary. I regret to inform you that despite our swift occupation of the hamlet many pagans did escape into the forest. Brother Cabbani is confident they will be carried off by wolfs and cold, but there has been no sight nor sound of any game for days now. Rest assured our sorties will hunt them down and bring them to holy justice. For now we shall put any who refuse to take the cross to the sword. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, It is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that our hunt for the pagans has been plagued with failure and misfortune. While my men are great and formidable knights, these pagans hide and use foul sorcery to hinder us. These woods are thick, and the terrain too difficult for our horses. Even in the light of the sun, it can be dark as a moonless night in the deep woods, and they know this. At least we may thank the grace of God that no wolfs or bears trouble us here. I believe they are afraid of what the heathens have done to this place, for the only beasts we see here are scabrous rats and the birds whose passing overhead seems to my eyes twisted and ungodly. Even such pure creatures as they are not safe from this evil. Whats more is that the pagans steal into the hamlet past our watch to put spells and curses on us in the night. With each passing day their toll weighs ever heavier on our hearts. The foul well here is clearly a great and terrible source of their magick, and has become a most frightful thing to behold. Daily we are plagued with terrible visions of this diaboli anomali12, and our attempts to destroy it are met with no avail. Even black powder, battering ram and catapult fail to leave so much as a scratch. I fear that these pagans may take many months to root out, and as their spells continue to take their toll it will only become all the more tiresome. Already we have lost seven brothers to these foul magicks, but we have driven off each attempt by the pagans to reach their well. Brothers Fiore, Lancia, Caracciolo and Palude simply sank into the ground itself as if it were not there. Those we have captive claim to detest the well as much as we, but offer only taunts in reply to questioning, claiming that we must engage in their sorcery to save ourselves. If I might speak frankly, your Eminence, this business troubles me to my very soul. While I must present as bold and unbothered by the events around me for the sake of the men, I have never before seen a diaboli anomali such as this. The visions with which it plagues us are so vile, but also of a nature that could not be known to any but ones self and the Lord. On the sabbath I was plagued with a vision wherein I took my blade and cleaved Brother Ferruccio open, only to seal Brother Enzo within him with needle and thread. How can this be? Long have I feared such a fate, as my father warned would befall me should I stray from my tasks when I was but a boy, but not to a single soul have I confessed this. No diaboli anomali I have faced has known of this weakness before, so why does this? I shall report on progress when it comes, though I expect it shall be slow. God be with us. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, We have been fools. Even as the heavens rain blood upon us and the very earth has swallowed knight and pagan with no discernation, we have remained steadfast in our mission. All but myself and eighteen others have survived this place. We are cut off now, a horde of vermin encircles the hamlet and mercilessly consume any who stray too close. Even plate stands no chance, as Brother Nicholas so awfully demonstrated. The earth at times births blasphemous deformities of mud and timbers that stalk the night, impaling those unfortunate to be in their paths upon themselves like macabre pennons. We dare not trust our own eyes, for we are plagued with fleeting visions of demons moving within the walls themselves. How we share these delusions I can not say, but to believe them to be true seems almost worse than to not trust ones own eyes. The very earth beneath our feet is more akin to a battlefield than mud and sod, having turned to fetid meat that mingles with the mud underfoot. I have taken those of us left to the center of the village around the diaboli anomali and have erected defenses. Among us are the remaining pagans, who while lacking in skill at arms possess great conviction and fortitude. I am ashamed to say that I have been uncharitable in my assessment of these people. Godless though they are, they have proven to be willing converts. Indeed many take strength from the Lords grace, and have joined us at prayer. Conversing with them openly has taught me that these people were pagans not by choice, but happenstance. They have fallen prey to a terrible demon that makes his home within the well here, and have taken it upon themselves to keep it sealed within lest it emerge and spread its corruption elsewhere. The visions that have hounded us are in fact the key to salvation, for they are the weapon used to combat this demon. The visions appear nightly now, more terrible with each passing day. The earth heaves like the belly of a pregnant mother, and it has been four days since we last glimpsed the sun. This can only mean the demon draws ever nearer, and it is clear what we must do. We have attempted to vanquish this evil by all of our means, exhausting our holy water and spirits to no avail. All that is left is to heed the visions and pray that it is God's will, for I know not what else we can do. I draw strength from the knowledge that only the Lord sees mens hearts, and perhaps that means our visions have been his will. Lord help us. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Your Eminence, Cardinal Tebaldeschi, It is done. Three nights ago we performed a most horrible rite to drive the demon back into its lair, but now only twelve of us remain. We have paid a terrible price, but order has been restored. Gone are the rats and blood, and I can think clearly once more. But our rite was not enough. Still we are granted Vision from the Lord. It is clear we must remain here to guard this place. No weapon has proven capable of destroying the well, and I fear that any who gaze upon it shall be ensnared just as we have. I am sorry to say we have failed in our mission. All that is left now is to ensure that this cursed place cannot take more souls. It is my proposal that ██████████ ████ is to be forgotten. Every map, every text, every scrap of knowledge is to be erased from the world so that none may come and be ensnared by this burden. We survivors shall fortify the town for this very purpose, and shall require resupply to do so. Any who stray too close must be turned away by force, so the demons influence may stretch no further than it already has. Once our work is done and the fortifications built, we shall remain and serve out our days in opposition to this foul well. While we may have failed to destroy it thus far, I am confident that in time the strength shall be granted us to shatter our adversary, for surely with its destruction so too shall come that of the demon. I pray that some day we may succeed. I am also pleased to bring tidings of the villagers here. All have accepted the Lord into their hearts, and they yearn with all their hearts for a house of God to be built in this place. Surely this is a sign that what I propose is just. Yours in Christ, Dragomari Andrat, Knight Commander. Addendum 7776-1: Log of anomalous phenomena and artifacts. The following tables have been compiled as a means of recording notable events and artifacts believed to be related to SCP-7776 and SCP-7776-A. It is hoped that through the cataloguing of this information that these anomalies will be better understood. For the sake of brevity, only particularly noteworthy examples are recorded here. For full tables, please see document 7776-tables-168-238-AP. Table of artifacts Table of events and phenomena Designation Location Description Notes Village Paths Site-93 Thoroughfares and walkways within the walls of the village are constructed of cobblestones or timber plants in the earth, connecting all areas of the village. Paths will occasionally shift in a clockwise direction, often redirecting an individual's path towards SCP-7776. Mural-WHA2 Interior wall of a hut basement A painted mural depicting various figures of semi-humanoid and draconic natures within a black and red void beneath a circular light source. When asked about the origin of the mural, villagers reported its painter having entered SCP-7776 several years prior. Document-7776-218 Village Church A leather-bound book with numerous pages detailing previously enacted rituals prior to Foundation intervention dating back to 1982. No ritual in this book was ever seen to be repeated. Supply Depot Site-93 A dilapidated building used as a supply depot prior to the arrival of the Foundation. Contents include remnants of several different aircraft and items carried by missing persons. Several items are consistent with field gear utilised by various GOIs in the mid 1960's. Armet-1 SCP-7776 A corroded 15th century Milanese armet13 fused with remnants of a human skull. The helm appears to bisect the skull, with only the right-hand side of the skull remaining on the inside of the helmet. Funerary Site 38km from Site-93 a 4x2x0.6m stone slab within a forest clearing. Used for funerary rites by residents of the area prior to Foundation involvement. Gym equipment B-9 Site-93 gymnasium A standard 20kg Olympic barbell bent into a spiral shape. Barbell was straightened and returned to the gymnasium. Severed Appendage-8 SCP-7776 The left arm of an adult male. Identified as that belonging to Agent Lee, having been lost in a ritual the previous year. Idol Statuette-G3 Village Antechamber A 73x46x32cm statuette depicting a six-armed skeletal humanoid crucified upon a spiral glyph. Constructed from an unknown black stone material. Persons within a 10m radius of the item report feelings of unease and being watched. Coat of Arms-1-10 Supply Depot A collection of 10 flags bearing a spiral glyph. Reported to be multiple attempts to display the coat of arms of the CCSG, but changed over time to form a spiral shape. Equine remains SCP-7776 The heavily altered skeletal structure of a horse. Reassembly showed it to possess numerous humanoid arms emerging from its neck, carnivorous dentition, and a disproportionately long tail. Following reassembly, older residents of ██████████ ████ identified it as the remains of a mule altered during a ritual event. Sword-A Village Church An unusually large single handed iron migration period sword inlaid with bronze measuring 88cm in length. Displays corrosion on parts of the blade but none of the deterioration present in blades of similar age. Oral tradition asserts this blade was used by an unnamed heroic figure to seal SCP-7776-A within SCP-7776. Research is pending. Bench-3 Site-93 courtyard Standard Foundation issue bench seating. Rotated 30 degrees over a period of six years. Rotation will cause it to face SCP-7776 within 12 years. Tattoo-FA2 Agent West, shoulder Spiral glyph tattoo, detailed to appear as being made with numerous small cuts. Replaced a previous tattoo of Agent West's daughter over a period of years. Event Type Date Description of Event Notes Transfiguration Numerous The contents of Site meals such as stews, soups, unbroken eggs and puddings were converted into the same corrosive material found in SCP-7776. On one occasion soup already consumed was converted in this fashion, leading to the affected party requiring life saving surgery. Wildlife Numerous Flocking birds passing over SCP-7776's area of effect are observed to frequently form unusual spiral shaped aerial formations. No avian life has been observed to willingly land within SCP-7776's area of effect. Psychological 1/9/2008 Jr Researcher Dowes reported experiencing a nightmare where she was pulled into SCP-7776 by a monster with numerous hands, before physically changing into a similar form themself. A prescription for sleep aid medication was granted to Jr Researcher Dowes. Wildlife 19/10/2011 Numerous heavily mutated rats emerged from SCP-7776 and experienced what appeared to be severe seizures before dying. In addition to numerous tumors, the rats were observed to have multiple extraneous limbs and partially formed additional heads. Psychological 9/1/2009 Phillip Lapointe experienced a nightmare in which a vaguely draconic entity emerged from SCP-7776 and recited his mother's address. Queries into Lapointe's mother's wellbeing have shown that she is not in danger or under the effect of any anomaly. Psychological 23/7/2022 Director Svarog Pilecki reported experiencing a nightmare in which he was attempting to rescue former Director Eliza Németh from a black whirlpool, but being unable to stop her from being dismembered and submerged. Director Pilecki has reported experiencing this nightmare multiple times. Spacial 12/8/2007 Following a series of failed rituals, Site-93 experienced a spacial shift, causing various areas of the site to briefly simultaneously exist in the same space. Structural damages caused by this shift were repaired in a period of five days. Casualties were minimal. Spacial 12/8/2007 During an on-site spacial shift resulting from consecutive ritual failures, Agent ███ Vance and Dr █████ Vance were non-fatally fused together. Research into methods to safely separate the pair is ongoing. Psychological 17/4/2022 Agent Mthunzi Ngwane reported that Agent Hector Mason no longer recalled having met or known him despite the pair working together for over eight years. Agent Mason did not experience memory loss in regards to any other persons. Agent Ngawe is undergoing counseling as a result. Psychological 26/3/2018 A group of eight on-site personnel experienced a collective psychotic break following prolonged failure to enact ritual behavior, and proceeded to use sewing supplies to conjoin one another within an on-site sub-basement. All involved persons were successfully separated and treated for their injuries. All involved returned to lucidity following the performance of a ritual. Transfiguration 3/7/2010 Agent James Gilmoure reported that the water in his canteen had been converted to blood. Testing showed that the blood belonged to Agent Gilmoure. Psychological Numerous After a period of 10-15 days of no ritual activity, hallucinations of a skeletal humanoid entity within the walls of Site-93 are reported. Auditory hallucinations associated with this are common, though to date no specific sounds can be determined. All individuals experiencing these hallucinations have reported feelings of being watched for extended periods of time afterwards. Personal 30/10/2005 Following a ritual requiring former villager Anaé DePetris to physically enter SCP-7776, DePetris has survived a period of ███ months despite the loss of over 89% of her body. While on-site ethics committee personnel advocated for euthanasia, DePetris and various long-time residents rejected the proposal. Psychological 5/11/2013 Dr. Owen Chen reported having a nightmare where a humanoid entity emerged from SCP-7776, resulting in an unspecified K-class scenario. Dr. Chen refused the opportunity to use sleep aids following the event in an effort to learn more about SCP-7776. Addendum 7776-2: Reconstruction of events: Event-7776-Omega Prior to current containment procedures, Site-93 was primarily situated outside of ██████████ ████'s walls as a small subterranean facility. The working theory was that a memetic cognitohazard affected local citizenry, which would inflict mass hysteria. It was also believed that ritual behaviour was the trigger for the disruptions to baseline reality. For a period of time after the initial establishment of SCP-7776, villagers were held in containment and procedures were designed to suppress ritual effects. The primary goal at the time was to suppress and ‘cure’ the then-thought-to-be delusional effects evident in their behaviour. This led to a 37-day period of time where no rituals to contain SCP-7776-A were performed. Witness testimony, surviving security and body camera footage and examination of the area have been used to reconstruct the events below. This period of 37 days saw an increasing instability in local reality centered on SCP-7776, as well as the increased distress in villagers’ well being in response to the Foundation’s prevention of ritual behaviour. This was believed to be a symptom of the villager's distress over being unable to perform ritual behavior, and their given explanations of the true nature of SCP-7776 continued to be rejected by on-site personnel. As effects became more extreme, the site suffered increasingly heavy losses. Within 15 days, all personnel on-site became affected by the cognitohazardous effect, and then director Dr Eliza Németh shifted priorities from containment of personnel and cognitohazardous behaviour, towards putting significant Foundation resources into ritual activity. Due to the extensive resources available to Level 4 personnel, rituals prescribed by visions were extensive and massively draining, demanding six to seven figure financial commitments, political demands, and massive personnel requirements. Consequently, Site Director Svarog Pilecki was forced to request additional staff from the nearest Site to compensate for the increasing number of casualties caused by SCP-7776's disruption of baseline reality and the present staff. Contact with Site-93 was lost shortly thereafter. Days after Director Pilecki's request, a four man survey team was dispatched from Site-120 to determine the severity of the situation and ascertain the resources and manpower required to resume normal operations in the area. Due to severe snowstorms air travel was deemed impossible, and the team was forced to wait until the fourth of May for conditions to improve. A lack of roads or trails combined with the mountainous terrain of the area necessitated the use of all terrain vehicles for the final approach of the site, whereupon it was discovered that SCP-7776's effect on local reality had reached catastrophic levels. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [6:43PM] Camera's field of view displays the front of Survey Agent ███████'s14 ATV traveling through thick forest and approaching a break in the treeline. The ATV continues for approximately 60 metres before coming to a stop. [6:46PM] Survey Team members also stop in frame and dismount their vehicles. The camera re-positions as ST-Alpha dismounts the vehicle and turns to show the top of a rocky outcropping overlooking a forested valley, with both Site-93 and ██████████ ████ located centrally at a distance of approximately 30km. The hill beneath ██████████ ████ is observed to have raised significantly and visibly pulsates in a slow rhythm. Many details are obscured by a heavy downpour of red liquid over the area and several stationary structures superficially resembling tree roots can be seen descending from the cloud cover over both the village and Site-93. Numerous spatial reality shifts can be seen affecting the village, causing various structures to briefly occupy the same space simultaneously before returning to their previous locations, with materials partially fusing together as a result. Team remains silent for an extended period of time as they observe. [6:51PM] ST-Alpha: Jesus Christ. [END LOG] Initial approach was hampered by SCP-7776's effects. Rainfall composed of blood had turned the ground to a bog, forcing the abandonment of the team's vehicles. Geometric anomalies also were reported, though avoided. As a result, the team circled the Site several times before achieving entry, where they found the site to be running on emergency generators and unmanned. Numerous tracks were reported emerging from Site-93 toward the village, but it was determined that the site be investigated prior to the town. Interior of Site-93's administrative wing, east corridor. Investigation into the site revealed that the containment wing had suffered numerous breaches, though the majority of its occupants remained in their cells. Inhabitants of the containment wing were segregated into different wards composed entirely of ██████████ ████'s inhabitants or of affected Foundation personnel. A large portion of those secured within their cells had entered into psychotic or catatonic states due to SCP-7776's effects. Some had become partially fused with the walls and ceilings of the cells, with most apparently being victims of spatial positioning shifts, and two others seeming to ‘melt’. Civilians remained largely catatonic or non-hostile, but a small number of affected Foundation personnel proved aggressive and made attempts to assault the team. While the team was largely able to avoid confrontation with the afflicted individuals, they were forced to engage a pair of conjoined Foundation staff members, resulting in the deaths of both members and Survey Agent ███. Of those Foundation personnel contained within Site-93, seventeen individuals (including Dr. Németh) proved to be lucid though under the effect of SCP-7776. These individuals were released from their cells by the survey team, where they explained that the worsening of SCP-7776 's effects had disrupted the site's communications, and that the Foundation's current understanding of the anomaly was entirely incorrect. When questioned about the status of the remaining Foundation staff, Dr. Németh explained that the worsening effects of the anomaly had caused them to experience windows of insanity or complete catatonia, and that they had last been observed heading towards SCP-7776. Following a debriefing from the remaining lucid Foundation staff on the true nature of SCP-7776 and the necessity of performing rituals to properly contain it, it was determined that a ritual was to be conducted over SCP-7776 in order to avert a potential K-class scenario. The survey team aided the site's survivors in restraining ██ individuals from various containment cells and in gathering supplies needed to perform the ritual and to reach SCP-7776 safely. Once properly outfitted the group proceeded to exit the Site and approach the village by standard transport. As the group approached the village, large numbers of rats were encountered swarming the area. This, combined with the steep incline of the terrain, deep mud and poor visibility as a result of blood coating the vehicle's windscreen caused progress to slow significantly. Approximately 200 metres from the southern gate of the village both vehicles became stranded during travel, as rats entered the exhaust and engine bays and caused obstructions to engine components. Flame suppression units were used to clear a path for the group to safely exit the vehicle and approach the village. The approach was slow as flame units were required to continuously fend off attack from rats, which displayed extreme aggression and no regard for their own safety, often charging suicidally into the flames in an effort to harm the group. Despite the onslaught of rats, particularly during passage through the gatehouse, the group successfully entered the village suffering only superficial injuries. Within the village the presence of rats was much reduced. Local reality within the village appeared more heavily affected by SCP-7776 than the surrounding area, with multiple structures seen intersecting and fusing together at random, and geometric anomalies or gravity anomalies present. Numerous Foundation personnel were sighted within the village, slowly moving throughout the area in a counterclockwise route, in hysterical states and frequently clawing at their own and each other’s faces. Attempts to communicate with these individuals were unsuccessful, with the affected persons ignoring outside stimuli and incessantly shouting incomprehensibly. Evidence of incomplete corpses previously consumed by rats were present close to the point of entry. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [7:53PM] Camera's field of view displays the interior of ██████████ ████. Visibility is poor due to a downpour of blood emerging from the clouds overhead, though intermittently improved by bursts of flame being used to disperse groups of rats. The rats can be seen crawling over various structures in huge numbers, and several Foundation staff are in frame babbling incomprehensibly. [7:59PM] Large root-like structures can be seen hanging from the cloud cover overhead, appearing to be composed of fungal coated porous stone. Sections of these structures can be seen breaking away and falling to the ground throughout the recording. [8:09PM] As the group moves through the village a significant earth tremor rocks the area, forcing the group to stop and ST-Alpha to fall to the ground. From this angle a spatial shift can be observed affecting a small courtyard in front of a building. [8:12PM] Two trees and seven Foundation personnel can be seen to visibly "Flicker", appearing to repeatedly share the same space in the center of the courtyard before returning to their original positions. [8:14PM] The earth tremor subsides, the spacial event eases, resulting in both trees and six of the individuals caught in the event becoming fused together, with undifferentiated human bodies having been stretched and torn by the spatial shift to match the form of the trees. While most of these individuals were observed to have died immediately, one individual15 can be seen to have only partially fused to the tree, remaining semi-mobile suspended from the trunk at a height of approximately 3 metres. The camera looks away. [8:15PM] There is the sound of a firearm discharging four times rapidly. [END LOG] Following the central path of the village, the group continued towards SCP-7776 over the course of twenty minutes. Flame units saw continuous use fending off groups of rats and hostile humans devoid of reason, with one individual in particular having to be terminated with small arms fire while attempting to assault Dr. Németh with a bear trap. As the group approached SCP-7776 in the center of ██████████ ████, progress once more slowed due to difficult terrain. Spatial shifts had rendered multiple routes of access impassable due to destructive spaces, vacuum, or gravity anomalies, and flooding from SCP-7776 introduced caustic mud to the route. Remaining Survey Team members were noted to have entered into a state of panic upon visual confirmation of SCP-7776, halting progress as established Site-93 personnel calmed them. At a distance of 60 metres a ground tremor shook the area, driving the investigation to take shelter against a civilian16 structure’s stone walls. SCP-7776 proceeded to release copious amounts of caustic fluid, with a thick and extremely dark appearance, along with the deceased and nude bodies of ███ Collete, █████ Grundie and ██████ Alexander. These agents had previously passed away on-site and been cremated. Each cadaver was observed to have broken jaws and damaged limb joints and eyes. Prior to the earth tremor subsiding, a large portion of fungal coated porous stone detached from one of the aerial structures above the area and landed within the town square, adjacent to SCP-7776. Later inspection of the stone showed it to be composed of a similar material to SCP-7776 itself, previously having been of locally-common granite. The force of this impact caused the bodies emerging from SCP-7776 to be swept into a mass of mud and debris against the wall opposite the group. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [8:27PM] The field of view is initially obscured by Agent Gavin ██████████, but moves to show a wave of mud, timber and stone debris and the corpses disinterred from SCP-7776 impact a wall approximately 6 metres from ST-Alpha. The footage shakes in time with the earth tremor, and is lit by a gout of flame off camera as ST-Alpha rises to his feet. SCP-7776 can momentarily be seen in the background atop a hill with the village walls behind it. The camera turns as ST-Alpha helps Research assistant James Thomson to his feet. [8:28PM] ST-Beta is then seen rushing into frame and discharging her flame suppression unit in the direction of the mudslide. ST-Alpha turns rapidly, bringing his own weapon to bear as a mass of mud, timber debris and the corpses from SCP-7776 approaches, gradually taking on a vaguely infantile humanoid form approximately 4m tall. Dr. Németh can be heard directing the group into the smithy, shortly followed by muffled screams from within. [8:31PM] The mud entity approaches the group, swinging an appendage and visibly knocking ST-Alpha's weapon from his hands, impaling itself on a length of iron. ST-Alpha can be seen retreating to the smithy, with the entity in pursuit. At this point the bodies of ██████ Alexander and ███ Collete can be clearly seen in the center mass of the entity. Eyes are absent and mouths appear locked open, with green vapor and fluid flowing freely from the orifices and other wounds. The camera rapidly turns as ST-Alpha enters the smithy, ST-Beta closing and bolting the door behind him. [18:14] The interior of the smithy is lit as Agent Gavin ██████████ directs small arms fire toward a large, flailing mass of rats in the corner of the room, causing many of them to scatter. The partially consumed form of Assistant Director ████ ████████ can be briefly seen beneath the rats, much of the flesh of his arms, back and thigh visibly having been consumed leaving bone visible in places. [END LOG] Junction in ████ ████████'s back alleys leading towards the village warehouses. After treating minor injuries suffered during the quake, the group proceeded to circle behind several buildings, seeking a route to safely traverse to approach SCP-7776. Mud entities appeared at this point to pursue the group, hampering traversal of terrain. Their movements were slow, but the presence of the entities posed a complication. It was determined that the best course of action would be to approach SCP-7776 from the north, and to set more severely injured parties to a shed-type structure atop a hill closer to the anomaly, where preparations would be made before performing the prescribed ritual. This route through the village's back alleys proved both expedient and dangerous; the density of structures along the route impeded the flow of caustic mud, but allowed for multiple hiding spots for remaining groups of frenzied rats and individual unsound human hostiles. Flame suppression units were used extensively to clear pockets of rats, and small arms fire was used to dissuade four to five hostile Foundation staff from pursuit. From the north wall of the village, the group proceeded to approach SCP-7776 through the town square park area. At this point flame suppression units depleted, though the dwindling numbers of present rats were susceptible to small arms fire and flashbang grenades. Due to the burden of equipment required for the ritual, aiding injured or catatonic personnel in their travel to the site chosen for the ritual, and difficulties with terrain, 26 meters of travel took 40 minutes. While the bulk of the group was reaching the top of the hill, the area was shaken by another earth tremor coinciding with a spatial shift. Relative gravity along the slope of the hill began to steepen, causing mud and debris to flow rapidly, making ascent actively hostile. It is believed that an underground spatial shift created a void behind the group, which opened a sinkhole at the base of the hill; mud, blood and debris were observed to circle the sinkhole as they were pulled in, forming a whirlpool of sorts behind the group as they attempted to ascend. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Delta DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [8:37PM] Camera's field of view displays ST-Delta pushing a restrained Foundation member up the hill towards the remainder of the group. the view is distorted by blood raining on the camera lens. Mud and debris flow towards the camera as it slides down the hill. ST-Beta can be seen grabbing the restrained individual and hauling them up the hill and turning to ST-Delta as a mass of wreckage sweeps into ST-Delta, pulling him down into the mudslide. ST-Delta can be heard screaming and swearing as he is dragged down, with his hands repeatedly attempting to cling to an anchor point. As he descends, the rest of the group can no longer be seen, and the motion of the mudslide jostles ST-Delta onto their back, facing the sinkhole. As they approach the sinkhole, ST-Delta can be heard praying in panic. [8:38PM] Upon reaching the base of the hill, ST-Delta's camera can be seen circling the sinkhole repeatedly, with debris battering him repeatedly before motion stops. ST-Delta can be heard screaming and is visibly attempting to claw his way out to solid ground, but mud continues to flow on top of him. The camera jolts and ST-Delta screams again as he steadily descends into the sinkhole, causing the recording to end. [END LOG] Site-93 Recovered Footage: Site-93 Perimeter Camera-C [BEGIN LOG] [8:44PM] Camera view is a static view of the village of ██████████ ████, with the battlements of the outer wall in the foreground and the entry square of the village behind it. The village beyond stretches up a hill, topped with a cluster of buildings in the center. Several stationary structures superficially resembling tree roots can be seen descending from the cloud cover, partially obscured by heavy precipitation of blood. [8:47PM] Upon the detection of unusual movement, the camera automatically focuses on a humanoid figure emerging from the cloud cover at speed. The figure is visibly flailing, and as it falls its legs collide with one of the aerial structures. The figure falls towards the camera for several seconds before it is able to be seen clearly as being ST-Delta. ST-Delta can be seen screaming as he falls for a period of 27 seconds before impacting the stone flooring in front of the camera, dying on impact. The body can be seen to have suffered multiple burns prior to landing, and was noticeably disfigured. Once safe, the group proceeded to prepare ritual components within a civilian structure adjacent to SCP-7776. ██ of the ██ restrained Foundation personnel were anointed with intricate patterns drawn in blood taken from Assistant Director ████ ████████ before being [DATA EXPUNGED] in seven groups. Other components were arranged into a Class-H probability device by Site-93 personnel; members of ST-Alpha and ST-Beta moved to confiscate the device, but prevented from doing so by lucid Site-93 staff. ST-Alpha and ST-Beta members were then crucified upon an improvised breaking wheel within the shed structure under the supervision of Dr. Németh. Dr. Németh then left in the direction of SCP-7776. Survey Team Body Camera Log-Alpha DATE: 4/5/2000 NOTE: Only partial sections of footage remain, all portions have been included during their relevant times. [BEGIN LOG] [9:03PM] The camera's field of view shows the town center, with SCP-7776 in center frame, with the camera approaching the anomaly. Numerous medieval stone and timber buildings can be seen behind SCP-7776, and the footage appears to be lit by numerous fires off camera. Blood rain continues to fall, and large quantities of green tinted black sludge can be seen gushing from SCP-7776, covering the entire area. A large, vaguely humanoid form possessing numerous arms can be seen attempting to emerge from SCP-7776 but seems unable to breach the surface of the sludge emerging from the well. Ritualistic chanting can be faintly heard from off camera, but is largely drowned out by the screams of ST-Alpha and ST-Beta. The camera continually jostles as ST-Alpha struggles. [9:43PM] A technical issue appears to affect camera equipment at this point, and the recording is set to 00:00. It remains nonfunctional. The following transcription is in relation to the point from 9:43 PM local time. [00:00] Static. [00:07] The lucid Site-93 staff can be seen dragging restrained personnel towards SCP-7776. Each restrained individual has been stripped of their clothing and appear have had their mouths crudely surgically altered. Their state is unclear due to camera angle and lighting. [00:08] Those persons orchestrating the ritual are then seen to place each prisoner against the base of SCP-7776, with their arms draping over one another in a complex embrace involving twisting and the dislocation of shoulders, chanting continuously. The rainfall is no longer consisting of blood, but instead a thin black liquid. [00:13] SCP-7776 floods. The sludge spills forth from SCP-7776 flows over the captives, visibly burning and melting their skin as it flows over them. The skin and flesh of the captives is seen to mix with the corrosive sludge, taking on a consistency similar to melted wax, spreading over the area. The figure within the well thrashes and flails all the more intensely, but remains unable to breach the surface. [00:16] Static. [44:44] Video resumes. SCP-7776 remains at the center of the frame, now entirely coated in a web of organic material, presumably the melted remains of the captives. Green fluid can be seen flowing freely along this material in small channels, giving off a sickly vapor. Masses of squirming black tendrils or worms can be seen coating the ground but avoiding the web of organic material descending from SCP-7776. The village buildings surrounding SCP-7776 now appear to be constructed of the same black stone as the well itself, with their windows lit from within with flickering light. Black fluid, bright red blood, mud and clearish oil-like fluids are seen rising into the air, resembling reversed rainfall. The ritual chanting is now the only audible sound in the recording. The scene is periodically illuminated by flashes of brown lightning, revealing a colossal, indistinct, shadowy vaguely serpentine figure moving within the clouds with multiple arms descending towards SCP-7776. [00:57] A loud scream can be heard, and the ritual chanting falters as the entire frame shakes, revealing that ST-Alpha and ST-Beta's muffled screams can be still heard, growing increasingly mixed and distorted. Dr. Németh's voice can then be heard resuming the chant, as the rest of the survivors join her. [01:01]They can then be briefly seen rising into the air surrounding SCP-7776 in a circle, each person being visibly altered and mutilated, with components of the melted captives connected to the survivors among their spatially warped and flayed skin stretching out behind them. ST-Alpha and ST-Beta can then be heard emitting a grunting, gasping sound as a large, jagged shard of black stone is violently thrust from below the frame, with a length of organic tissue connected to its end leading into SCP-7776. The organic tendril pulls taught, and the camera begins to approach the well, before being cut off by static. [00:00] Static. [9:28PM] Footage implies the camera is rolling, no longer being worn. Footage shows the town square displaying significant damage. The smithy partially collapses on screen before the camera rolls against the dead body of an unidentified Foundation researcher. Local reality appears to have returned to baseline levels, and there is no sign of the survey team or the Site-93 survivors. [END LOG] Within two hours of loss of contact, an additional set of survey teams along with an armed escort were sent to investigate the initial teams. These later teams discovered the village to be in significantly worse condition than the initial team had encountered. Unknown processes led to the complete desertion of the village, with various structures in different states of disrepair. The remains of approximately 150 deceased Foundation personnel were found across the town, with more complete remains damaged by corrosive liquids, self-inflicted injuries to the head, or bearing evidence of consumption by rats. Subsequent autopsies discovered geometric brain anomalies and gibberish lettering recently etched into teeth and bones via unknown means. Four bodies were found with the gastrointestinal tract and aorta packed with dry rock matching local sources, and six discovered with injuries consistent with deep-sea decompression. None of these ten bodies had any recognizable patterns that would lead to an explanation of why they suffered similar anomalies. Of those found within ██████████ ████, only Site Director Svarog Pilecki was found alive within a cafeteria freezer unit half submerged in the earth. Though suffering severe self inflicted facial wounds and bruising trauma Director Pilecki was able to resume duties, but possesses no memory of the incident. Examination of deceased rats in the village prior to disposal showed them to be malformed, with scabrous fur, abnormal growths on their skin and copious amounts of both human and rat flesh in their digestive tracts. Judging from rodent populations in recordings of this event and eyewitness reports, a single-digit percentage of rodent corpses were recovered, in comparison to what should be expected. Site-93 itself (e.g., the Foundation-built modern facility) was found to have been comparatively unaffected. Site staff and village inhabitants sealed within bunkers and containment cells were shown to have a 72% survival rate, and were able to debrief the survey team on the true nature of SCP-7776. Repair and expansion of the site commenced rapidly, and began its journey towards a more independent role in the Foundation. Footnotes 1. In addition to all on-site D-Class Personnel. 2. Or other GOI operative. 3. Referred to as a Critical Date Ritual. 4. A historically fortified village located in an undisclosed location within the High Tatra Mountains bordering Slovakia and Poland. 5. Or Obávaná Ohavnosť (The dreaded one). 6. Tucker Pedersen, formerly D-7776-443. 7. An elder and leader of ██████████ ████ prior to the arrival of the Foundation. 8. Consistent with similar artifacts found from the period of Justinian's plague, a bubonic plague outbreak that spread across much of Europe between 541 and 549 AD. 9. The Dreaded One. 10. King Louis I of Hungary, which then incorporated present day Slovakia and Poland. 11. Pope Urban VI. 12. Demonic anomaly. 13. A 15th century combat helm used by heavily armored soldiers and knights. 14. ST-Alpha. 15. Identified as Dr. ████ Parker. 16. Noted to have been the village smith shop. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7776" by Dr Balthazaar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7776. Licensed under CC-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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ACCESS-SPECIFIC INFORMATION The following document contains 1 (one) addendum that is RAISA/4 clearance classified. Any information enclosed within the classified addendum is forbidden to communicate with any external parties. By accessing this information, you agree to keep any knowledge gained confidential or risk demotion and/or termination of employment. Partial output of the initial RNG affected by SCP-7777. Hover to enlarge. Item Number: SCP-7777 Object Classification: Keter Special Containment Procedures: Following the events outlined in Addendum Three, this file is solely accessible to individuals with 4+/ETHICS or 4+/RAISA clearance. The file occupying the wider Foundation's SCP-7777 slot is not to contain any of this file's addenda or its image. Furthermore, it must contain minimal information regarding the anomaly itself or its true containment procedures. Description: SCP-7777 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting random number generators (RNGs) utilized by the SCP Foundation. SCP-7777 can manifest in any RNG that both continuously creates output and is not, at the time of manifestation, being monitored directly by a sapient individual.1 When an RNG comes under the effects of SCP-7777, it will immediately begin to produce a series of 7s interspersed with 0s at seemingly random intervals. This will continue for an unspecified duration, before abruptly ceasing. After an SCP-7777 event concludes, the RNG will continue to output as normal, with no detectable differences. Thus far, the meaning behind SCP-7777, if any, is unclear. See below. Addendum One — Discovery SCP-7777 was initially discovered on January 28th, 2018, following the presumed malfunction of a CK-Class Scenario Detector (CSD). The device's internal pseudo-RNG had deviated significantly from its synchronized counterpart, indicating a potential CK-Class Scenario had occurred. When Technician Davis Silverstein (who was nearby at the time) checked the CSD's pRNG output, he discovered an abnormal pattern consisting entirely of 7s and 0s and reported it to a colleague, Dr. [EXPUNGED]. Dr. [EXPUNGED] quickly informed the other members of his research team stationed in Site-17, including a member of the Department of Analytics Senior Researcher [EXPUNGED], who requested Dr. [EXPUNGED] receive a copy of the pRNG's output. With assistance from Davis, they were able to copy the abnormally generated numbers onto a separate drive, and forward the information to the Department of Analytics. The phenomenon was classified and catalogued provisionally as EE-770707. Faced with a number of urgent assignments, the department relegated EE-770707 to low-priority. As a result, the phenomenon was not researched for an additional three weeks, until Dr. [EXPUNGED] requested a follow-up. As Senior Researcher [EXPUNGED] was off-site, the assignment was given to Junior Researcher [EXPUNGED]. After attempting various methods of analysis on the data, eventually [EXPUNGED] determined that the number of 7s between each 0 present in the pattern never exceeded 255. Under the assumption the numbers may be referring to the value of bytes, they translated the values into ASCII characters. The following is the resultant message. Site Director Franklyn Garnett murdered Dr. Theresa Booth on March 11th, 2003, by replacing her medication with Compound Y-909 and framing it as amnestic overdose. Upon decoding the message, [EXPUNGED] panicked and emailed the Department of Analytics' Ethics Committee Liaison, Flora Marinos. After several hours, Liaison Marinos read the email and immediately reported the findings to the Ethics Committee proper. The Ethics Committee launched an investigation into Site-85 Director Franklyn Garnett, as Dr. Theresa Booth was indeed confirmed to have died from severe Class-C amnestic overdose on March 11th, 2003. The Records And Information Security Administration (RAISA) was tasked with locating the exact origin of the report. The official explanation for the death at the time was that Dr. Booth had suffered from a traumatic sibling loss one month prior, and unsuccessfully attempted to use Class-C amnestics to erase the memories of how they died. However, review of archived security camera footage revealed that approximately three minutes of footage were removed from various tapes — including the hallway directly outside Dr. Booth's living quarters — on the day prior to her death. With this knowledge, the Ethics Committee suspended Director Garnett's clearance provisionally as the investigation continued. However, shortly thereafter Director Garnett noticed the change and began to flee the site, unsuccessfully. When later detained, he confessed that he had indeed murdered Dr. Booth, in order to prevent her from coming forward to the Ethics Committee with embezzlement charges against him. In light of the confession, all pay was deducted from Franklyn Garnett's Foundation accounts, and he was amnesticized and removed from the Foundation permanently. Since this event, over 37 new instances of SCP-7777 have appeared in Foundation RNGs. Addendum Two — Abridged Log of SCP-7777 Instances The following is an abridged list of SCP-7777 instances that the Ethics Committee recorded since the initial discovery of the anomaly. Instance ID #: 7777-2 Date: February 3rd, 2018 Discovery: Instance 7777-2 appeared in a pRNG being run alongside SCP-12142, during tests by the Department of Analytics to determine the differentiation between SCP-1214 and standard RNGs. The code was translated, then sent to Liaison Marinos, who in turn forwarded it to the Ethics Committee proper. Translated Text: Senior Researcher Jackson Bell sexually assaulted a female researcher during the Site-18 2016 Christmas Party. Follow-Up Action: The Ethics Committee determined that the events described had in fact occurred publicly, but due to the senior researcher's position, no one had reported the incident to an authority. Bell denied the incident had occurred, even after recorded footage came to light; he has since been barred permanently from Foundation community events, and is undergoing long-term correctional therapy with a pay reduction. The victim has been identified and compensated. Instance ID: 7777-3 Date: February 26th, 2018 Discovery: Instance 7777-3 appeared in a similar manner to 7777-1, within a CSD.3 Technician Davis Silverstein was present, and intercepted the device, which was decoded and sent to the Ethics Committee through Liaison Marinos. Translated Text: Containment Specialist Sofia Rosario falsified her credentials and plagiarized stolen designs from her coworkers. Follow-Up Action: Evidence at first had suggested that Rosario was fully knowledgeable and capable of containment specialization, and no former co-workers of Rosario claimed that their designs had been stolen, suggesting that the SCP-7777 instance may not have been factually correct. However, at Liaison Marinos's insistence, further research was conducted; it was discovered that various minor inconsistencies existed within Rosaio's identification documents, suggesting it was falsified. Rosario was interrogated on March 2nd. During initial questioning, she began to hyperventilate and convulse, before spontaneously collapsing. Before medics could arrive, Rosario was confirmed dead. Autopsy revealed that she had consumed a cyanide pill. Her true identity has yet to be confirmed; since her death, three containment specialists had come forward to corroborate that Rosario had stolen designs from them and passed them off as her own. [ENTRY EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-6 Date: May 12th, 2018 Discovery: Instance generated during production of a number for the consumption of SCP-𝕐.4 Translated Text: Accountant Gregory Caplin allowed various monetary crimes to occur due to negligence in bookkeeping important projects. Follow-Up Action: Caplin admitted to negligence in their duties, claiming that they did not intend any ill-will and merely had "higher priorities". After some discussion, they agreed to forward all their communications and financial records to the Ethics Committee, and transfer their current responsibilities to other accounting personnel. However, before they were reassigned to another job, O5-8 requested to transfer Caplin themselves, which was approved. Additional Notes: Caplin's current location and occupation within the Foundation are not known. Instance ID: 7777-13 Date: October 8th, 2018 Discovery: Dr. [EXPUNGED] forwarded Instance 7777-13 to Liaison Marinos. They claimed they had run an RNG on their personal laptop for over three months straight until an SCP-7777 instance occurred. Translated Text: Site Director Thomas Graham vandalized SCP-4051's containment chamber with the phrase "DUMB ANOMALY IDIOT" to intentionally provoke vim into breaching. Follow-Up Action: Security camera footage of SCP-4051's5 containment chamber revealed that the event described in the SCP-7777 instance did occur. However, investigating Ethics Committee personnel accidentally discovered at least two dozen unethical and intentionally cruel experiments conducted under order by Graham against SCP-4051 in the process. In-depth probing revealed that this abusive behavior not only extended to SCP-4051, but various other anomalies and researchers as well. Further analysis of the prior eight years Graham had been in-charge of Site-17 showed that he had committed numerous crimes against the Foundation, including homicide, assault, embezzlement, bribery, extortion, verbal and physical abuse, perjury, gross misuse of amnestics, and conspiracy, among other violations of Foundation code of conduct. When faced with the charges, Graham denied all of them, and demanded "O5 Council intervention", which was promptly denied. Graham then attempted to assault a stationed security officer, who quickly detained him. Graham has since been removed from his position, and assigned permanent D-Class status. Additionally, Site-17 has been placed under direct Ethics Committee control, and all affected anomalies and researchers have been provided with compensation and given optional free use of on-site parapsychological counseling. Additional Notes: Despite the well-documented existence of all of Graham's crimes, no on-site personnel had come forward with complaints beyond the first four years of Graham's tenure as Site Director, including post-demotion. It is unclear why SCP-7777 highlighted this specific crime. Instance ID: 7777-17 Date: January 1st, 2019 Discovery: During Site-42's New Year Celebration, a raffle was held for various prizes via ticket system. Midway through the celebration, various participants noticed that all raffle codes were comprised solely of 7s and 0s. When a present Ethics Committee Liaison discovered this, they halted distribution of the tickets (which were unusable regardless) and forwarded all the tickets they could find to the Ethics Committee proper. Although some tickets were missing, the context could extrapolate the missing values when translated to ASCII. Translated Text: Dr. Theron Sherman attacked Junior Researcher Roger Radcliff on September 12th, 2018, in Site-42's break room. Follow-Up Action: Roger Radcliff, when asked, did corroborate this claim. However, both physical and written records showed that Dr. Sherman was not present in Site-42 when the supposed attack occurred. As a result, no further action was taken, despite Radcliff's protests. Additional Notes: See Instance 7777-18 for additional context. Instance ID: 7777-18 Date: January 4th, 2019 Discovery: Instance 7777-18 appeared in a CSD, which was discovered by Junior Technician Carmi Avraamu Waters.6 Translated Text: Junior Researcher Roger Radcliff attempted to frame Dr. Theron Sherman using a falsified SCP-7777 instance. Follow-Up Action: Although Radcliff denied the charge, investigation has determined that the junior researcher entered managerial spaces and replaced the raffle tickets with their own. Radcliff has been placed on leave for three months. Additional Notes: This is the first instance which SCP-7777 references itself in its accusations. SCP-7777's containment procedures have been updated. [ENTRIES EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-26 Date: December 13th, 2019 Discovery: The Astronomy Department discovered abnormal fluctuations in the luminosity of the Pleiades star cluster. Although not originally linked to SCP-7777, analysis of the phenomena by relevant researchers accidentally uncovered the corresponding instance's message on March 1st, 2020. The department forwarded its findings to the Ethics Committee shortly thereafter. Translated Text: Thaumaturgist Diana Ribeiro cast thaumaturgic spells on various Department of Tactical Theology researchers in an attempt to send them to the Abrahamic hell when they died. Follow-Up Action: Ethics Committee Liaison Marinos inquired of the validity of the claim to Ribeiro, who confirmed that she had indeed been casting spells in an attempt to send fellow DoTT members to the Abrahamic hell when they eventually died. After intense deliberation, it was determined that the success of these spells could not be validated, and that nothing in the Ethics Committee guidelines explicitly disallowed spells that did no physical or mental harm. As such, Ribeiro would not be charged with any violations and allowed to continue working at the Department of Tactical Theology. Additional Notes: Other observatories focused on the Pleiades cluster did not find any abnormal fluctuations in their luminosity. [ENTRY EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-32 Date: July 11th, 2020 Discovery: Instance 7777-32 appeared in a CSD. Technician Davis Silverstein caught and reported the instance to the Ethics Committee via Liaison Marinos. Translated Text: Director Calvin Bold murdered a six-month-old baby by kicking it into a wall. Follow-Up Action: The child in question was the anomaly SCP-6469-D,7 which was decommissioned by Director Calvin Bold. As the child posed a threat to the existence of the Foundation and the veil, the actions taken by Director Bold have been deemed appropriate for the circumstances, and charges were subsequently dropped. Instance ID: 7777-33 Date: August 9th, 2020 Discovery: Instance 7777-33 appeared in a CSD. Technician Davis Silverstein caught and reported the instance to the Ethics Committee via Liaison Marinos. Translated Text: Ethics Committee Member Jeremiah Cimmerian intentionally fabricated the SCP-6469 anomaly to protect Director Calvin Bold. Follow-Up Action: Jeremiah Cimmerian was recused from their case and complied with Ethics Committee investigation. After questioning, Cimmerian revealed they had indeed fabricated the SCP-6469 anomaly to prevent the demotion of Director Bold after unintentionally killing a fellow researcher's child, mistaking it for an anomaly. He became aware of this event after Bold messaged him in panic post-murder. Cimmerian also embezzled funds to pay the father of the child, informing them in the process that it was "not a bribe", and "[they] can press charges if [they] so wish". The researcher did not bring further charges to the Ethics Committee both prior to Instance 7777-33, nor after being asked if they wished to by the Ethics Committee proper. Cimmerian was discharged from the Ethics Committee after investigation, but has not been removed from Foundation employment. Additional Notes: As of November 5th, 2020, Cimmerian has not been able to be located. Attempts to find them have yielded no results.8 [ENTRIES EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Instance ID: 7777-37 Date: May 16th, 2021 Discovery: Instance 7777-37 is believed to have initially manifested in a CSD. Technician Davis Silverstein had informed Liaison Marinos of another instance, but was unable to deliver the instance to them due to events described in Addendum Three. Translated Text: Unknown Follow-Up Action: N/A; see Addendum Three Addendum Three — Site Breach On May 16th, 2021, Site-14 came under attack by a hostile Group of Interest, believed to be the Chaos Insurgency. The site's security was quickly overwhelmed; however, thanks to the unexpected presence of Mobile Task Forces in the area, the site was retaken relatively quickly. During retaking of the site, the following incident occurred: TIME: APPROX. 15:30 LOCAL, May 16th, 2021 LOCATION: Site-14, Employee Break Room A4 [BEGIN LOG] [00:00]: The break room is under lockdown. As per standard practice, all researchers are taking shelter under objects such as tables or chairs. Alarms are audibly blaring and the room is darkened to reduce visibility. [00:34]: A loud banging noise can be heard outside of one of the break room's doors; the intensity increases and the door begins rattling. The personnel within the rooms begin to whisper with increasing panic. [01:26]: The door breaks in, and a Chaos Insurgency agent equipped with an MP7A1 firearm enters the room. One researcher begins screaming as the agent raises their firearm to point at the personnel, and demands that they leave their positions under the furniture and line against the back wall of the room. All personnel comply. [03:02]: The agent approaches the first faculty member, Researcher Huang Bai, and demands to know their full name. The researcher complies, and the agent moves to the next individual in line, repeating their request. [04:55]: After approximately two minutes of repeating this process, the agent reaches Technician Davis Silverstein, who tells the agent his name. The agent immediately draws their weapon and shoots Silverstein repeatedly. Other personnel flee. The agent ignores them, and continues to fire into Silverstein's corpse, until the entire magazine is exhausted. [06:22]: The agent attempts to leave, but is interrupted when MTF member Charis Stavros enters the room. Upon seeing Silverstein's corpse, Stavros attacks and apprehends the agent. [08:43]: Stavros, during tactical communication with other Task Force Units, noticed the agent begin to hyperventilate and shake. Stavros quickly produced SCP-4279 from a standard anomaly transportation unit they possessed, and applied it to the agent, stabilizing their condition. [END LOG] Additional Notes: The agent was discovered to have attempted to commit suicide via cyanide pill, but was prevented from doing so. Agent Stavros had been transporting SCP-427 to Site-12 when their Task Force was called to intervene. Nearly all Chaos Insurgency elements either had fled the site or were killed in action. The aforementioned agent was placed into forced long-term medical care, and was restrained heavily to prevent further suicide attempts. On June 15th, 2021, the Ethics Committee took possession of the Chaos Insurgency agent.10 For the following three weeks, the Ethics Committee attempted to interrogate the agent about their identity and their actions during the raid, but were incapable of soliciting useful information. However, a breakthrough was discovered when the genetic material of the agent returned a match in the Ethics Committee's database of Foundation employees. The agent had a near identical match to MTF Alpha-1 Agent Justin Bulle, who was still under Foundation service. Further examination of archived Chaos Insurgency agent genetic data revealed further matches with current and former members of MTF Alpha-1.11 During this time, RAISA had taken possession of Technician Silverstein's belongings, including his personal laptop which contained [DATA EXPUNGED] and SCP-7777 instance 37. After decoding the message, the text read as follows: O5-6 is plotting to murder Technician Davis Silverstein. Due to the discovery involving Alpha-1, the SCP-7777-37 instance, and prior interference in SCP-7777 documentation, RAISA colluded with the Ethics Committee to intercept an upcoming O5 Council session in Site-1 and hold Overseers for questioning. On July 17th, 2021, Mobile Task Force Omega-1 breached Site-1 and attempted to detain the thirteen overseers, capturing seven. Interrogation revealed that the O5 Council had been employing the Red Right Hand to capture SCPs for their personal benefit, which would be forbidden by the Ethics Committee otherwise. The remaining six overseers' locations are not known. Since July 21st, 2021, the Ethics Committee has taken direct control of the SCP Foundation, until the full extent of the damage done to the Foundation can be assessed and repaired. Containment Procedures for SCP-7777 have been updated. Addendum RAISA-4 — Internal Memo …And since then, it has remained that way. The above file is a mess of conflicting redactions, misleading information, and version conflict. It is the general mission of RAISA to attempt to resolve these issues, and present a cohesive and streamlined document for future onboarding of researchers. Furthermore, we ensure all proper parties are informed of relevant information, and ensure breaches of security are handled and dealt with. This file is to remain a permanent exception to our mission. A lot of things haven't really sat right with me since we first started looking into this anomaly. Why are some staff consistently involved in the discovery of the instances? Why did O5-6 attempt to assassinate a random, lowly technician? Why did no one report any of the crimes before the anomaly announced them, and why are so many reluctant to speak up even after? But everything fell into place after we confiscated that laptop. After examining the evidence, there is only one reasonable conclusion I can arrive at: SCP-7777 does not exist. SCP-7777 represents a coordinated effort between Silverstein, Marinos, and various other faculty members (whose name I've taken the liberty of expunging) to create a platform to whistle-blow the Foundation's corruption. Using various tactics, they've successfully managed to fool a majority of the Foundation's leadership — including the Ethics Committee and even us, for a time — into believing SCP-7777 is a real, anomalous phenomenon which cannot be controlled. Only recently have some of us caught on, including the at-large O5-6, who attempted to uproot the project at its source — completely unaware his plan had already been compromised, and used to trigger his own downfall. Nonetheless, the Ethics Committee is completely in the dark about SCP-7777's true nature. I intend to keep it this way. I have reason to suspect that their intentions aren't as pure as they'd like us to believe; much of our data on what occurred have been through their reports, and they conveniently paint a pretty picture that the Ethics Committee overthrew a corrupt O5 Council. But a whistle-blowing service wouldn't be necessary to begin with if the Ethics Committee was actually fighting corruption. I don't think we're getting the full story here. The missing employees, the coincidental possession of SCP-427, and that one conspicuous database infiltration seem to point to the fact that the Ethics Committee is playing their own game, with the O5 now eliminated. I haven't a clue what they intend to do with the Foundation as the sole executive power, but I doubt with the pieces we've been able to put together that it's remotely good. Fortunately, SCP-7777 has given us a weighted 7-sided die, and I intend to leverage it with all of the power RAISA can muster. While the Ethics Committee's been creating their conspiracy, we've been creating our own. And I think it's time we excise the bad apples from our rotten bunch. Reach out to me when you're ready. We'll have much to discuss about the coming days. —Maria Jones Director of the Records And Information Security Administration Footnotes 1. It should be noted that SCP-7777 appears to affect pseudo-random number generators and "true" random number generators equally. 2. SCP-1214 is a pseudo-random character generator which eventually deviates from random generation and produces predictable and coherent sentences. 3. It is believed that the high frequency of consistently-generating pRNGs used in CSDs made them a susceptible target to SCP-7777 influence. 4. SCP-𝕐 is the set of all non-existent numbers. Occurring every approximate rotation of the Earth, it must be "fed" a number of incredibly large size to prevent it from "consuming" a random, likely small, number. 5. SCP-4051 is a teenager capable of manifesting portals to extra-dimensional spaces, containing any item SCP-4051 is capable of comprehending. 6. It should be noted that Technician Waters' senior advisor was Davis Silverstein prior to being transferred to a separate site on November 20th, 2018. 7. SCP-6469-D, prior to neutralization, was an entity that appeared as a human child which manifested before disasters occurred; whether the child's appearance was causative or not is still unclear. 8. RAISA records appear to have been altered during this time from an unknown outside source. 9. A locket which is capable of healing illness quickly, but if used for too long, can cause intense mutation. 10. It was, at the time, expressedly forbidden for Ethics Committee personnel to place themselves into proximity of a hostile force. This act had been performed in secret. 11. It is believed that this was not discovered earlier due to the aforementioned policy, the Ethics Committee solely holding the employment information of all Foundation personnel, and a lack of incentives to compare CI agents to Foundation personnel. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7777" by Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7777. Licensed under CC-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: 7777.png Author: Yossipossi License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki
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close Info X "Chancemaker" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page Item #: SCP-7778 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7778-α, direct containment is neither feasible nor necessary. Steps are to be taken to ensure that the continued safety and security of SCP-7778-α is not compromised. Operation of SCP-7778-β is to continue indefinitely. Efforts to develop more effective means of sustaining SCP-7778-β are ongoing. Description: SCP-7778 is the collective designation for two adjacent anomalous phenomena: SCP-7778-α and SCP-7778-β. SCP-7778-α is a powerful ontological anomaly affecting Administrative Area-01, the formal meeting place of the Overseer Council and location of the primary RAISA1 archives. Through unknown means, Area-01 has been conceptually merged with the metaphysical constructs of "security,” "protection,” and "containment"; the foremost pillars of the SCP Foundation's founding Charter. As a result of this fact, the integrity of Area-01 is intrinsically linked to the continued preservation of Foundation operations. For instance: it is speculated that the capture of SCP-7778-α by a rival Group of Interest, irrespective of external factors, would inevitably result in an irreversible SK-Class ("Dominance Shift") scenario within less than six months of its occurrence. SCP-7778-β is an anomalous apparatus located beneath Area-01, assembled in 1967 by the Department of Applied Engineering after two years of development. SCP-7778-β is powered by the corpse of SCP-1102-ARC, former Chicago Spirit operative Lawrence Anthony Amato (1874-1933); more commonly referred to by his nickname, "Lucky Larry". Amato is believed to have possessed one of the most powerful probabilistic anomalies identified to date, enabling him to evade law enforcement while engaging in numerous criminal activities over a twenty year period, until his eventual death in 1933 at the hands of Spirit caporegime Warren O'Donnell2 (1898-1973). O'Donnell himself would later be captured by Foundation agents in December of 1962, and agreed to lead investigators to the body of SCP-1102-ARC in exchange for lighter terms of confinement, which was retrieved and integrated into SCP-7778-β on 10/8/1967. Utilizing SCP-1102-ARC's cadaver as a fuel source, SCP-7778-β generates a 15 km²3 field of energy containing a localized probabilistic anomaly, causing human subjects in its vicinity to experience: Positive outcomes in situations with high levels of uncertainty; Indirect protection from virtually all bodily injury; Increased competency and diligence while making decisions under pressure; An overall upward trend in 'good fortune'. Due to SCP-7778-α's anomalous properties, traces of SCP-7778-β's effects permeate throughout the whole of Foundation operational structure, leading to marked increases in the success of containment procedures and InfoSec4 policies which would otherwise be incomplete, ineffective, or completely nonsensical prior to the creation of SCP-7778. The existence of SCP-7778-β is essential to the continuation of the present relationship between the majority of the global population and the activities of the Foundation, colloquially known as "The Veil". For more information, see Addendum 7778-2. Addendum 7778-1: Origins of SCP-7778-α SCP-7778-α is believed to have first manifested sometime in the year 1922, in the midst of the March 1921 Administration Crisis, a violent interorganizational conflict triggered by the indictment of PoI-7778-1 — then-incumbent Foundation Administrator Franklin Williams III (1878-1923) — on charges of conspiracy, corruption, and other similar offenses. PoI-7778-1, c. 1902 Williams previously served as deputy-director of the Department of Research and Development, and was appointed to succeed his father, Fredrick, after his assassination in 1919 by defecting members of MTF Alpha-15. One of Williams first acts as Administrator was to order the execution of 37 personnel suspected of involvement in this conspiracy, many of whom were sentenced without trials, beginning a pattern of autocratic and paranoid behavior which would define much of Williams' administration. In 1921, these outbursts would begin to increase in severity, culminating in O5-1 organizing the assembly of a special Ethics Committee tribunal for the purpose of discussing a potential motion of no-confidence. In response, Williams unilaterally ordered the detainment of O5-1, the immediate dissolution of the Ethics Committee, and the immediate removal of the remainder of the Council, marking the official beginning of the crisis. Much of the circumstances surrounding SCP-7778-α's creation remain ambiguous. Although accounts vary, it is generally agreed that Williams commissioned the creation of SCP-7778-α from an unknown thaumaturge6 as a "fail-safe" in the event of his successful removal, with the intention of detonating Area-01's on-site nuclear warhead if this were to occur. However, these plans were inadvertently thwarted when facility engineering staff — fearing Williams' deteriorating mental state — elected to disable the building's central power grid before abandoning their posts. Facing mass desertions and near-certain imprisonment, Williams' would later be found dead in his personal quarters on June 8th, 1923. The manner of death was officially ruled as suicide by cyanide poisoning. Subsequent attempts to reverse SCP-7778-α based on notes from Williams' personal diary proved unsuccessful, as the majority of relevant documentation had been dictated in elaborate cryptogram, with the information contained in this file being the extent of knowledge obtained from deciphered materials. Further decryption efforts are ongoing as of the time of writing. Addendum 7778-2: Creation of SCP-7778-β Following Williams' removal and the broad reorganizations of Foundation command which followed, the number of anomalies entering into containment per year increased from an average of 27 in 1925, to over 300 in 1965, inundating existing containment personnel and resulting in 77 containment breaches, seven partial "Broken Masquerade" scenarios, and an unknown number of activations of SCP-2000. Several proposals were introduced to address these incidents, including outsourcing containment of select anomalies to friendly Groups of Interest, lowering requirements for recruitment, and decommissioning of hazardous anomalies already in containment. On August 14th, 1965, O5-7 proposed the application of additional thaumaturgical augmentations to SCP-7778-α for the purpose of resolving the crisis, exploiting SCP-7778-α's7 ontological properties to disseminate a beneficial anomalous agent among Foundation personnel. This motion was debated for several weeks — during which a number of alternative solutions were discussed, enacted, and subsequently failed to produce significant results — before its eventual approval on September 1st, 1965, following an 8-5 vote of the Overseer Council. Incidentally, the true nature of SCP-1102-ARC's anomalous properties — previously only classified as a minor reality bender — had been posthumously brought to the attention of Foundation personnel in relation to the sudden manifestation of SCP-████ over New York City in July of 1965. O5-6, SCP-████'s acting HMCL supervisor, suggested bargaining with captive Chicago Spirit operatives for the location of SCP-1102-ARC's remains, which would then be used in the creation of an artificial probabilistic anomaly for installation beneath Area-01. This proposal was approved on July 31st, 1965, and carried out through the commissioning of SCP-7778-β, which was completed two years later on December 1st, 1967. The effects of SCP-7778-β's activation were immediate and consequential. The containment crisis — which had hindered central Foundation operations for nearly seven years — was declared resolved on April 18th, 1969, following a series of fortuitous alterations to the behavior of several anomalies widely regarded as antipathical to human life. These events coincided with a number of other similar effects across a wide variety of Foundation departments, divisions, and sub-organizations, decreasing overall containment expenditures by an estimated 7.6 billion USD. An abridged record of SCP-7778-β's broad alterations to anomalous behavioral patterns has been attached to this file below. Anomaly Laconic Description Effects SCP-682 Intelligent reptilian entity with immense regenerative abilities possessing significant contempt for human life and humanity as a whole. The primary contributing factor to three major InfoSec disasters of the 1925-1969 containment crisis. Inexplicably ceased targeting major population centers during containment breaches, instead choosing to attack smaller farming communities & rural municipalities in the area surrounding its holding facility. SCP-1155 Incorporeal ambush predator capable of assuming the appearance of non-anomalous street art to attract potential victims. Displayed a marked decrease in attention-seeking behavior following the activation of SCP-7778-β, with relocation events primarily occurring in abandoned buildings and other similar structures without direct provocation8 by containment personnel. Additionally, a marginal decline in the lethality of relocation events was noted, from 99.7% in 1968 to 88.3% in 1978. ●●|●●●●●|●●|● N/A 💕: 🗣️ 📝💽 🎨 <—β—> 💕: 🗣️📝💽 SCP-3916 Extinct sub-species of Chortoicetes terminifera (Australian plague locust) capable of reproducing at an abnormally high rate. Experienced a mass die-off after the stunting of its primary anomalous property, unable to sustain healthy fertility rates through biological means, directly averting a possible ARBH-Class Event within the next several decades. SCP-4201 A conflict between two opposing pizza restaurants which resulted in the complete destruction of the town of Agloe, New York. Following the sudden appearance of SCP-4201-2, SCP-4201-1 was unable to successfully carry out its plans for expansion into other counties of New York State, and has since been diverted entirely by its perpetual antagonism towards SCP-4201-2. SCP-5131 Anomalous sleep paralysis. With the spread of SCP-5131 to all Foundation personnel, the psychological effects of the anomaly on the Overseer Council have decreased substantially. File Update 10/2/2011: Contemporary revelations On March 3rd, 2010, during a routine survey of Area-01's topographical features, O5-11 reported an alarming 3km decrease in the length of the facility's grounds — an island — a significant decline from data collected twenty years prior in March of 1990. SCP-9722 file photo, c. 1958 On August 21st, 1986, in response to an ongoing outbreak of SCP-97229, the Overseer Council voted unanimously to commission the removal of all vegetative material surrounding Area-01, leaving only the aphanitic basalt rock comprising the core of island's landmass. Due to the sensitive nature of SCP-7778 and the security of Area-01 as a whole, this was performed without the approval of relevant planning committees, and undertaken personally by members of MTF Alpha-1. It is presently hypothesized that these actions — assisted, in part, by a number of ecologically stunting anomalous supplements — inadvertently resulted in the rapid erosion of nearly 12% of the island's landmass over a period of less than 30 years. Research conducted in weeks following estimated the island was set to disappear entirely in less than 300 years, with the structural integrity of Area-01 anticipated to fail sometime in the year 2165. These findings reinvigorated efforts to decrypt the contents of Williams' journals, with the ultimate objective of transferring SCP-7778 to a location where it could be operated indefinitely. Advancements in the field of cryptography since the year 1923 lead to several breakthroughs in September of 2011, culminating in a raid on a restaurant propertied by members of GoI-66610, an anomalous Jacobite society centered around the restoration of James Francis Edward Stuart to the British throne. Among the detained were thirteen members of GoI-666, including an individual identified as George Arthur "Aegor"11 Yeatts (b. 1886), a 124-year-old Scottish occultist and sorcerer purported to have engaged in arcane blood rituals to maintain his youth. Yeatts, a third cousin of Williams III, would go on to confess intimate knowledge of Foundation activities during the years of Williams' administration, along with details of SCP-7778-α's creation, function, and other extraneous information already possessed by Foundation archivists. Although he claimed it was possible to reverse SCP-7778-α, he further stated that a successful transfer of the anomaly was infeasible, and would likely result in a similar outcome to Area-01's demolition. Upon confirming these assessments to be accurate, an impromptu meeting of the Overseer Council was held to debate potential actions moving forward, including a proposal submitted by the SCP-7778 research team following Yeatts' statement. After two hours of deliberation, a vote was undertaken. The results were as follows: + Open - Close Proposal: Reverse SCP-7778-α, averting the deaths of numerous civilians and Foundation personnel in the event of Administrative Area-01's failure. Outsource containment functions sustained by SCP-7778-β to allied Groups of Interest such as the Global Occult Coalition, conceding global operational hegemony to minimize the risk of widespread anomalous instability in the far future. Submitted by: Senior Researcher Emma Watts, SCP-7778 Project Head, 9/19/2011. Results: Yea Nay 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 Comments: Thank you for your consideration, Dr. Watts. The situation is under control. Operation of SCP-7778 is to continue unabated. Footnotes 1. Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration. 2. Suspected "Type-Green" reality bender. Known for his involvement in the assassinations of numerous influential figures in anomalous organized crime. 3. Roughly encompassing the same area as SCP-7778-α. 4. Information security. 5. "Red Right Hand" 6. Referred to only as "Aegor" in Williams' personal diary. Believed to be a pseudonym. 7. Designated SCP-7778 prior to the creation of SCP-7778-β. 8. See Incident 1155-B for further details. 9. A rapidly spreading spore-based fungal pathogen utilizing inanimate eukaryotic life as a vector. 10. "The Church of His Immortal Holiness, James, the Third of His Name, Rightful Heir to the Throne of England" [sic]. 11. An alias derived from the middle-name of Yeatts' step-father, Victor Aegor Davidović. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7778" by stoner99, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7778. Licensed under CC-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: File:Portrait photograph of man in suit n.d. (3192660720).jpg Author: Snyder, Frank R. License: No known copyright restrictions Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: File:Queensland State Archives 1823 Leaf shrivelling virus on tomato crop April 1955.png Author: Agriculture And Stock Department, Information Branch, Photography Section License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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tracker (https://imgur.com/XoMGrxR) close Info X SCP-7779 LE POOF! Written by DrApricus, Aftokrator, Fish^12, and Jack Waltz Check out DrApricus's author page! Check out Aftokrator's author page! Check out Fish^12's author page! Check out Jack Waltz's author page! 1/7779 LEVEL 1/7779 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7779 Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7779's object class will not be updated to Neutralized until the Foundation can determine the likelihood of another SCP-7779 event. Research teams tasked with investigating SCP-7779 have not uncovered any conclusive evidence on the nature of the anomaly. Updated map of Western Europe following SCP-7779. New territories formed following geological events while under UN administration are shown in grey. Description: SCP-7779 denotes an anomalous event that occurred on August 23, 2009, at 1030 GMT, in which all geographical regions legally recognized as part of the French Republic abruptly dematerialized. The phenomena encompassed a landmass depth of about 2.5 kilometers and all artificial objects within France's borders, such as aircraft and satellites. France's sudden disappearance generated a massive vacuum, causing air and seawater to rush into the vacant space. The explosion generated in these vacuums led to strong winds blowing across western Europe. Due to the absence of air pressure on the sea, the liquid that came into touch with SCP-7779 had a lower boiling point, resulting in a series of boiling tidal waves that flooded major sections of Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East. These tidal waves would also impact the coastal regions of South Africa and the Americas over the next 24 hours, causing considerable damage to infrastructure and loss of life. This was accompanied by a series of earthquakes, caused by the shifting of a portion of the Eurasian plate inwards in the general direction of former France, due to the sudden reduction in mass. Similar earthquakes were recorded worldwide, albeit on a less severe scale. The geological instability caused by the vacuum also led to a collapse of the Pyrenean and Alpine mountain ranges, among other landmasses, which spilled into the French basin to create new land. The UN currently oversees the administration of these territories, despite proponents in countries formerly bordering France calling for their governments to claim and/or annex these territories. Early estimates revealed a casualty count of approximately 1.2 billion people and a recuperation cost of about 55 trillion US dollars. Within a week of SCP-7779, the global stock market had crashed. With the sudden removal of France's export market, several countries dependent on France's pharmaceuticals and various foodstuffs were forced to declare a state of emergency, which was further complicated by social unease. Global markets began to experience major supply shortages due to panicked buying and a near-total collapse of supply chains in Europe. Millions of people have turned to looting and rioting. This was further exacerbated by the interruption of the global shipping network as a result of the ~3.8-meter reduction in the sea level. This sudden reduction was due to seawater pooling in former France, leaving most ports inaccessible and several shipping routes cut off by exposed seabed, particularly those in the Bosporus Strait and the Strait of Malacca. The full extent of SCP-7779's influence on marine life is unclear, however, it is believed that numerous populations have been devastated, if not fully rendered extinct. Hundreds of large marine mammals and millions of fish were beached, and prominent reefs such as the Great Barrier Reef, Sha'b Abu Nuhas, and the Darwin Mounds have been decimated. It is believed that these populations will naturally recover after a grace period of at least 200 years. President Barack Obama and the remaining Council of 108 members in the United States Situation Room. As most of the Council of 108 failed to survive SCP-7779, the Global Occult Coalition (GOC) was compelled to announce a Class-∆ "Full Disbandment" scenario. Furthermore, competent command of existing assets was impracticable since central headquarters and all legal actions required to carry out GOC activities were crippled. The SCP Foundation received all surviving GOC resources and staff. The British Occult Service (MI666) was similarly affected, and they possessed a policy stating that if they were unable to maintain self-governance or failed in their primary goal, their control would be assigned to the GOC, which would then be entrusted to the Foundation. By gaining these resources, expenditures associated with losing the Foundation -FR branch and damage inflicted on facilities elsewhere were considerably reduced. However, the loss of classified and critical anomalous objects and entities and O5-8, several O4 Council members alongside other highly-valued assets, had a significant but manageable impact on Foundation operations. The Foundation has elected to commit itself to predominantly altruistic pursuits. Due to the wholesale disruption to the Veil caused by SCP-7779, most of the human population became semi-aware of the anomalous, allowing the Foundation to provide mundane but helpful anomalies to those affected by SCP-7779. Bolstered with new personnel, the Foundation could allocate personnel to locations that would otherwise be understaffed or ignored. With several ectoentropic anomalies, the Foundation produced over seven hundred million Field Units, a Foundation standard package, each providing a quality kit of medical supplies, temporary shelter, advanced meal rations, survival tools, and a radio. Morale events in North America help supplement Field Units with miscellaneous items, such as makeup and extra clothing. After a series of lengthy discussions, the Foundation was able to recruit the help of various religious organizations, primarily in transporting anomalous members to SCP-7779-affected areas. These individuals provide supplementary support to Foundation efforts, such as the replacement of lost limbs with functioning appendages, distributing Field Units in hard-to-reach areas, enabling peacekeeping forces, and imparting spiritual advice. SCP-7779 also possesses a psychological component affecting individuals born in or previously residents of France. The state often manifests within the subconscious, especially in dreams that are always received negatively. It appears to be especially traumatizing, inspiring paranoia, nihilism, apocalyptomania, athazagoraphobia, sociopathic self-preservation, obsessive resettlement, survivor's guilt, and repentant self-blame. Patients report SCP-7779-1 as another SCP-7779 event preceded by elaborate and disturbing events, such as people "sinking into solid ground and decomposed by worms," the temperature dropping to such a degree that "their uvula would freeze and break off," as well as an unknown location in which the demanifested landmasses were taken to, of which is described as "so horrific as to defy reason." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7779" by Aftokrator, DrApricus, Fish^12, and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7779. Licensed under CC-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: Europe blank laea location map.svg Author: Alexrk2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Modified heavily by Aftokrator Name: WH_Situation_Room_-_many_conversations.jpg Author: The White House from Washington, DC License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-7780 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7780's remains are kept in the ECRG Autopsy Laboratory. For details of SCP-7780’s former operational schematics, authorized personnel may consult Document ECU-7780S, volumes 3-7. Note that the validity of these schematics is currently questionable. Description: SCP-7780 was the beta version of a probabilistic manipulation drive designed to mitigate unaccountable risk factors for containment and retrieval operations in a local area. The ECRG schematic defines SCP-7780 as a gorgon effect field generator that manipulates the outcomes of dynamic environmental systems. By forcibly truncating input parameters generated by the observer effect, SCP-7780 cauterizes these dynamic systems to limit what a human observer1 would consider bad luck. SCP-7780 was implemented with a beacon-anchor system, where a single drive generator could communicate with any number of field receivers and beneficially manipulate probability across a practically infinite area. Addendum: Area-25 Probability Resonance Cascade The biological components in SCP-7780’s receivers necessitated implantation in human operators, a design flaw expected to be resolved in future iterations. Mobile Task Force Tau-5 "Samsara" troopers were chosen for their receptiveness to foreign tissue and pain resistance. Prior to the test, they were uploaded into unmodified shells to minimize potential external influence. During SCP-7780’s initial test run, faulty calibration parameters resulted in a positive feedback loop that generated an escalating series of increasingly catastrophic nonlinear system failures and improbably coincidental occurrences compounding each other. The ensuing probability resonance cascade nearly destroyed Area-25 before the drive was destroyed by Samsara troopers. In light of the drive's catastrophic failure and the numerous risk factors, it manifested, further development was canceled and it remains reclassified as SCP-7780. The ECU-7780 research team has since shifted its priorities to understanding the causes of the resonance cascade and SCP-7780’s true mechanisms of operation. A full post-mortem of the incident is underway. Full reconstruction has been hampered by severe damage incurred to the site’s computer systems. OPERATION: ECU-7780-BETA TEST SUITE 3 DATES: ██/██/2022 – ██/██/2022 STATUS: FAILURE DEPARTMENT LIAISON: Captain Sarah Hughes, Dr. Gennaro Andrews OPERATION LEADER: Sergeant Irantu OPERATIVES: Corporal Munru, Specialist Nanku, Specialist Onru SUPPORT: Samsara Squad, Experimental Containment Research Group BRIEF: Onru: Do not blame Gnasher. Irantu: Technically, it was the dog. However – Munru: Leave the dog out of this! It was faulty engineering. Nanku: I think it went pretty well! Please do not blame our dog! Irantu: We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Onru, begin the debrief from the moment of the test. Onru: Sergeant Irantu has allowed me to take point on the debrief as I was the one to complete the operation. Irantu: The rest of my squad will of course provide additional context and details as necessary. Onru: We had been briefed on the details of the ECU-7780. Its operation as an… Munru: As a gorgon-effect field generator. A machine to manufacture good luck. We had completed Test Suite 2A the previous week. Onru: As stated in our report, all validation tests were successful. We did not observe any side effects with receiver implantation aside from a mildly uncomfortable sensation in our eye sockets similar to being stung by hornets. Nanku: I still do not believe that compound vision like a fly’s falls under expected results. Onru: On the day of Test 3A, we were escorted by Captain Hughes to the ECRG laboratory. There was not even time to see Gnasher that morning. We had lodged him at the site kennel for the duration of our visit per protocol. However he escaped, it is on their heads. Irantu: Onru… Onru: our superiors need to be clear about the chain of… causality. SCP-212-745 (“Gnasher”), an Indian pariah dog repurposed for MTF Tau-5’s containment procedures, was being kept in Processing House 4 for the duration of ECRG testing to maintain Tau-5’s morale. Gnasher possessed three primary prostheses: legs capable of telescoping and supporting its weight up to 5 meters in the air, a tri-pronged snout with rotating stainless steel teeth, and an industrial-strength digestive tract protected by polycarbonate. Gnasher’s containment procedures consisted of two remote-controlled electric collars, hourly checkups by kennel staff, and scheduled feeding/playtime with Tau-5. Processing House 4 had been provided with a small doghouse, false hydrant, and chew toys to keep it occupied. Until this incident, its behavior was unremarkable and these containment procedures functioned adequately. Onru: With that established… beginning debrief. At 0900 hours we were present in the ECRG laboratory for the start of ECU-7780-Beta Test 3A: healthy activation of the ECU-7780 field generator within a 1-meter radius of its receivers. As instructed, we each stood in our undergarments 1 meter from the generator, which was supported on a small ring-shaped stool with a cutout in the middle to let it hang. There were several cables and wires jammed into the generator’s underside through the cutout. Munru: It reminded me of an obese toad on a stick. Irantu: All field technicians were also present and on standby at their stations. Technicians Vasquez, Wucinich, and Wood were present and accounted for. Captain Hughes and Doctor Andrews were overseeing the test from the viewing room. Onru: At 0925 hours the technicians had completed their final checks and were ready to commence the test. They asked us if we felt ready to proceed. Nanku: Which we were! I was looking forward to having good luck. Onru: Hughes and Andrews okayed the start of the test. The technicians flipped down their safety shields and switched the generator on remotely. I was surprised at how many switches they had to flip. Nanku: We immediately felt it turn on! Which was not one of the expected results. Since the… dynamic field parameters… were supposed to be… truncated… silently? Without us noticing. But the sensation of being stung by hornets spread out across my face and head. I disliked it. And the generator opened its eyes and stared at everything around it! I was surprised that they looked like rat eyes. I was expecting fly eyes like ours. Seven of them were staring at me. Onru: We relayed this to the technicians. Captain Hughes wanted to end the test but after we affirmed that the sensation of hornets was not actually harmful, Dr. Andrews directed them to record this information and start Test 3B. Irantu: At 0935, the technicians started feeding calibration parameters to the generator. Its eyes began changing colors. Nanku: Each time it blinked the eye was a different color. They were all beady and rat-colored though. I didn’t see any human eyes. And the sensation around my head kept changing. Around 0936 minutes, it started feeling like cockroaches around my head, then at 0937 minutes, I felt rats padding across my face. Munru: We all felt it. Not like the rats in the barracks either. The footpads were mangier. Onru: We heard the animals in the site kennel howling. We told the technicians and they couldn’t hear it. Irantu: Captain Hughes confirmed with the kennel that the animals had become agitated. Onru: Dr. Andrews ordered the technicians to shut down the field generator. I was surprised they didn’t have an emergency shutoff – they had to flip each switch in the precise reverse order it had been activated. Halfway through the shutoff process, at 0939 Gnasher fell head-first through a ceiling duct. Right into the generator. Munru: The kennel said he had escaped through one of the ducts. Used his stilt legs to reach it and then ate his way through the grate. We warned them that a muzzle would be insufficient. Nanku: His head was stuck in the generator! He was trying to pry himself out. Onru: I immediately moved forward to extract him but Irantu held me back. If I had pulled Gnasher out then and there, none of this would have happened. Instead, we stood around like idiots while Dr. Andrews and Cpt. Hughes sat in the viewing room like a bigger idiot. Irantu: I was waiting to get the all-clear from the supervisors. They were trying to determine the… optimal course of action. Onru: I must be… abundantly clear how many different points of failure were at fault for this disaster. We stood there for sixty seconds watching my dog suffocate! Irantu: But he did not. At 0941, he pulled himself loose from the stand. The generator was still stuck in his head. Onru: Captain Hughes ordered us to hold Gnasher down so the technicians could finish shutting off the generator. As we approached – Nanku: It barked at us! It had a mouth full of… concentric rows of teeth and sounded like a dozen electric drills at once. But it wasn’t Gnasher’s mouth. It was a rat’s! Munru: The technicians fell back. Vazquez and Wucinich tripped over each others’ feet. He tripped and smashed into the generator controls. She tripped and smashed into the backup controls. Nanku: The emergency alarm went off, bathing the room in crimson light and blaring sirens. Rat Gnasher panicked and bolted! Irantu: Captain Hughes ordered us to catch him. We lunged at him simultaneously but missed and collided with each other. Onru: Technician Woods tried to play the hero and stand in front of the main door even though it was already sealed. Rat Gnasher bowled him over instantly. His entry lanyard flew right off his neck and onto the scanner. Opened the door just in time for the dog to run through and then close it right as Nanku ran into it. Nanku: I was fine! Just a broken nose. But blood sprayed all over the scanner and shorted it out. Munru: We were stuck there until 0950 when the technicians were able to find replacement fuses and restore main power. Irantu: Captain Hughes and Dr. Andrews tasked us with tracking down Rat-Gnasher. In the nine minutes, he had been loose, the site had already logged forty-nine casualties and four escaped anomalies. Nanku: Dr. Andrews also tasked us with putting on clothes! Onru: He tasked Nanku with putting on clothes since her undergarments were spattered in blood. I pointed out that she would need several minutes, by which time Rat-Gnasher would have caused even more damage. Cpt. Hughes concurred and overrode Andrews. Irantu: We considered splitting into groups to track Rat-Gnasher down, but Dr. Andrews worried that the… causality effects… were still contained in the space between the receivers and the generator. We considered destroying the receivers but Cpt. Hughes would not sanction the tactical disadvantage of blinding ourselves. So we set off with the objective of capturing Gnasher, localizing the field generator effect, and minimizing further damage to the Area. Onru: I took point as Gnasher’s primary caretaker. We headed north from the testing laboratory, towards our bunk. I had told him the previous night that he could find me there if he needed me. Irantu: Security footage had traced him in that direction. In case of a site breach, it would benefit him to locate us efficiently. Onru: We caught him in the Cryonics Research Laboratory without incident. Irantu: We incurred some injuries along the way. Onru: Without. Incident. SECURITY FEED, HARDWARE DEPOT 1 The hardware depot was used to store tools and equipment for landscaping/construction. It was separated into multiple aisles of metal racks. A loose steel rod had wedged itself in the doorframe during the initial evacuation of the room, preventing it from closing fully. At 0955 hours, the ECU-7780 unit enters the room through the unsealed door. At 1000, Samsara pries the door open fully and forces its way in. Onru takes point and steps on a rake that slams into her face. Nanku laughs at her, crosses the doorway, and steps on a rake that slams into her face. Munru checks the floor to ensure there are no rakes, then steps forward onto a rake that slams into his face. Iran shrugs put a hand in front of his face and steps forward. He does not step on a rake, but slips on a loose banana peel next to the room waste bin and fractures his tailbone. Irantu diagnoses minor spinal injuries characterized by growing numbness but deems the injury non-critical. He can stand under his power, then pulls the bar from the doorway so it will automatically slide shut. Onru observes the ECU-7780 unit crouched at the far end of the aisles; she puts her hands up and beckons to the ECU unit, encouraging it to approach her. When it growls at her, she lowers her head in a submissive fashion and begins to slowly approach it. The other members of Samsara break off and move closer through the adjacent aisles. When Onru is halfway down the aisle, ECU-7780 breaks left towards Nanku, who sprints forward and dives towards the unit, but misses and slams against the far wall. A bucket falls off the shelf onto her head. Munru approaches from the adjacent aisle as Irantu approaches from the back row, attempting to catch it in a pincer maneuver. They both dive but miss and collide with each other. A bucket falls off the shelving onto each of their heads. Nanku extricates herself from the bucket, dives for the 7780 unit again, and misses again. She rolls to avoid another falling bucket and is struck by a loose cinder block, suffering a skull fracture in the process. Onru chases the ECU-7780 unit towards the exit. Instead of stopping or changing direction, the unit simply runs headfirst at the door. Instead of colliding with the locked door, it somehow manages to slip underneath the door gap. Onru tries to stop, but slips on the loose rod and collides with the door. The impact is enough to both dent and dislodges the door from its frame, causing it to fall on top of her and break several of her ribs. Munru and Nanku push the door off of her. Because they are in naked shells, Samsara is delayed in their pursuits by triaging their injuries, applying duct tape to themselves as makeshift bandages. SECURITY FEED, ECRG LABORATORY 2 ECRG Laboratory 2 was being used to test ECU-133, a series of man-sized wormholes that could be connected to each other or applied and removed from either side of a surface to tunnel through it. The laboratory’s occupants evacuated into the closest hazard shelter shortly after the alarm went off. Six of the lab’s hazard shields were still raised, each with a wormhole applied to them. At 1010 hours, ECU-7780 is seen squeezing under the doorframe, inflating its form in a manner akin to a balloon, before the door is wrenched open by Onru. ECU-7780 immediately flees into the back-left wormhole, only to pop out of the middle-right wormhole again. After a moment’s deliberation, Samsara pursues the unit into the left-front wormhole but emerges from the back-left wormhole whereas the unit exits through the back-right wormhole. They follow 7780 into the middle-left wormhole, but exit from the front-right wormhole while it exits from the back-left wormhole. Upon chasing 7780 into the back-left wormhole, each member of Samsara emerges from a separate wormhole and convenes on it through the middle-right wormhole. For several seconds, Samsara chases 7780 through the ECU-133 units. Abnormal behavior from the wormholes continues to escalate. At one point, ECU-7780 is seen chasing the Samsara team; at another, it is not seen for several moments while only the members of Samsara are seen emerging from each wormhole in turn. At one point, nobody is seen for several seconds until six copies of Samsara squad emerge: one from each wormhole. These copies freeze and stare at each other until ECU-7780 emerges from the front-right wormhole and egresses through the laboratory entrance. Upon seeing this, each copy retreats back into the wormhole from which it emerged. By 1015 hours, only one copy of Samsara emerges from the front-right wormhole to continue their pursuit. When examined later, none of the ECU-133 prototypes were found to be functional. SECURITY FEED, AREA-25 CRYONICS LABORATORY The Area-25 Cryonics Laboratory researches supercooling preservatives and preservative supercooling of living tissue. It is laid out along a single corridor in the northeast wing of Area-25, east of the barracks, with three cryonics chambers along the north wall. Three days prior to the resonance cascade, an adult instance of SCP-3199 was captured near the site and placed in Cryonics Unit 2 for safe-keeping while transfer to Area-114 was arranged. At 0945 hours during the resonance cascade, the coolant piping in Units 1 and 3 ruptured, icing over the floor. Technicians Bernard Mahnke and Leandra Stresing remained behind to ensure that Unit Two was not breached. At 1020, Stresing is huddled on top of a desk while Mahnke is sitting on the ice in front of the containment unit. She observes a temperature anomaly and asks him to check the cooling turbines behind the unit lock. As Mahnke works, the unit’s temperature continues to rise and the 3199 instance contained within it revives. The instance begins beating against the unit, causing it to bulge and buckle slightly; at one point, the metal is red hot and whistling. As the unit door seems about to give way, Mahnke fixes the ventilation blockage and gives Stresing the okay to restart the fans from her laptop. With their reactivation, the unit’s temperature lowers again and the instance’s attacks become more sluggish. While Stresing and Mahnke are waiting for the 3199 instances to freeze, the ECU unit slips into the room through the door gap. At first, the technicians do not notice it sliding about; then it comes to a stop below Stresing’s desk. She notices it and freezes. They stare at each other, then the unit opens its mouth. Stressing screaming and drops her laptop on the ground. The cryonics unit door pops open and the 3199 instance steps out. As it adjusts to the laboratory environment, Samsara enters through the main entrance. Irantu immediately identifies the specimen as an instance of 3199 and authorizes the squad to terminate it. The 3199 instance looks between the technicians and Samsara, then tries to lunge at the technicians. However, it slips on the ice and falls flat on its face. Nanku dives across the floor put it in a headlock and snaps its neck. As it dies, it regurgitates an egg that skids across the floor into Onru’s hands. She stares down at it for a moment before trying to smash it into the ground. Likely due to her body heat, the egg hatches in her hands mid-throw. The juvenile instance of 3199 pins Onru’s arms under its weight and attempts to [REDACTED] her face. Onru headbutts it in response; as it reels back, ECU-7780 attacks and bites off its head. Onru praises the unit while pulling her hands free from the 3199 corpses. As she does so, four more instances burst from the stomach of the previous instance’s corpse. Nanku looks at the security camera and pulls out a handheld sign from behind her back2. While she is distracted, a 3199 instance attacks her and splatters the camera feed with blood. SECURITY FEED, AREA-25 NORTHEAST WING At 1035 hours, an explosion is heard inside the Cryonics Laboratory that blows the main door off its hinges. At 1045 hours, all members of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 exit the room covered in burns; Onru is cradling SCP-212-745 in her hands. At 1100, technicians Stresing and Mahnke rush from the room in the direction of the nearest emergency shelter. At 1130 hours, the resonance cascade is declared over. OPERATION: ECU-7780-BETA TEST SUITE 3 DATES: ██/██/2022 – ██/██/2022 STATUS: FAILURE DEPARTMENT LIAISON: Captain Sarah Hughes, Dr. Gennaro Andrews OPERATION LEADER: Sergeant Irantu OPERATIVES: Corporal Munru, Specialist Nanku, Specialist Onru SUPPORT: Samsara Squad, Experimental Containment Research Group BRIEF: Onru: There is very little to say. The 3199 instances mauled us badly, but without proper training, they were unable to inflict meaningful damage. Irantu: The primary challenge was not killing them. They are as fragile as humans and taste like chicken. But their eggs are practically impossible to destroy. At first, we simply tried throwing the eggs back into the cryonics unit, but the machine was broken and the technicians refused to work on it while we were fighting. Onru: They locked themselves in a supply closet. Cowards. The fight would have ceased if they would have gotten to work. Nanku: There were over a dozen chicken men attacking us at one point! We were being stripped to the bone! Munru: We were lucky to have Gnasher. He saved our lives. Nanku: He started eating them! Sliding across the ice from corpse to corpse and shoveling the eggs into his mouth. Onru tried to get him to stop but he was too busy feasting to listen. I tried tasting one but couldn’t see the appeal. Onru: I was more concerned about them hatching in his stomach. We could see each one of them bulging against his insides, stretching them in the shape of horrible birds. But that thing on his head kept him alive. As soon as the last egg was shoveled into his mouth – he burped and exploded. Popped like a balloon. Irantu: We were briefly blinded and incurred minor third and fourth-degree burns, but were otherwise unharmed. When the blindness ended, we found Gnasher lying on his side with the cracked remains of the ECU lying next to him. It appeared to have been hollowed out, but its eyes remained blinking on the outside. Onru: Gnasher’s form had returned to normal but he was unconscious. I was unsure if he was alive because his heart was hidden by his stomach and the polycarbonate doesn’t transmit sound well. I waited until his eyes opened and he licked my face. Then I was sure he was combat-ready again. Nanku: She held him in her arms and everything. Onru: Shush. We took Gnasher back to the kennel and had him examined by the veterinarians. He was extremely well-behaved and they will all attest to that.3 As far as we are concerned, he prevented two containment breaches simultaneously at great personal risk to himself. In the aftermath of the resonance cascade, the ECU-7780 breach was calculated to have caused sixty-five casualties, seven containment breaches, and destroyed several billion dollars worth of equipment. The remains of SCP-7780 were recovered from the Cryonics Laboratory without incident. No SCP-3199 remains could be found. SCP-212-745 was monitored in the Area-25 Kennel for one month before being released into Tau-5’s custody. On ██/██/2022, SCP-212-745 “Gnasher” was nominated by Captain Sarah Hughes, Sergeant Irantu, and Sergeant Onru for a Foundation Star. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7780" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7780. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. see ECU-7780S Abstract for an applied definition of human 2. on slowed footage, the sign reads “GOOD GRIEF” in shaky capital letters. 3. None of the kennel veterinarians were willing to say otherwise.
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By Marcelles D. Raynes & The Spider Queen & Voct Item #: SCP-7781 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7781 is contained in the Humanoid Containment Wing at Site-83 in a cell resembling a post-modern finished basement, fitted with furniture and appliances that closely mirror SCP-7781's original habitat. Foundation webcrawler Avian.aic is to be deployed to remove all images and posts referencing SCP-7781-A from the internet. Physical copies of images containing depictions of SCP-7781-A are to be located and destroyed, and the individuals who possesed them are to be amnesticized. SCP-7781's apartment has been condemned by Foundation agents embedded in the local government. Cover Story 9 ("Runaway From Home") has been disseminated to local news agencies and individuals who had personal contact or relationships with SCP-7781. Individuals found investigating SCP-7781's disappearance from the civilian population are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-7781 is Jack Arthur Osborn, a genetically modified humanoid organism. Prior to containment, SCP-7781 was a known figure among its online community and moderator of the subreddit "r/spiderporn". Upon retrieval Osborn was discovered to have undergone severe genetic modification including the grafting of additional limbs, the growth of silk-producing glands, a chitinous exoskeleton, and compound eyes. Through currently unknown anomalous means1 , SCP-7781 is able to alter and combine the genetic data of various existing arachnid species with each other, other animals, and inanimate objects in order to produce entirely new organisms of the genus Arachne. Photographs of these organisms (collectively designated SCP-7781-A) were posted to the aforementioned subreddit daily, often garnering significant attention from frequenters of the site. SCP-7781-A instances share few qualities with one another despite initial similarities in physical appearances. All instances are inherently infertile and incapable of independent breeding. Whether this is a result of their naturally conflicting biology or the inadvertent byproduct of SCP-7781's genetic tampering2, is currently unknown. SCP-7781 has categorized all its anomalous species as being within the nonexistent genus 'Arachne'; Foundation entomologists have tentatively identified four distinct orders, ten families, and nineteen genera. A partial listing of the SCP-7781-A instances has been provided below. The complete list is available upon request. Genus Species Description Arachne Advocatus Instances are quadrupedal with two sets of arms, often observed carrying one to two briefcases in their possession. If left undisturbed, Arachne advocatus will invariably construct a building resembling a standard American court house, wherein they will host trials in an as-of-yet untranslated language. These trials will always result in an apparent conviction, and the "guilty" arachnid will be summarily "executed" outside the structure and eaten by the others. Arachne Stegosaurus Instances are considerably larger than non-anomalous spiders, reaching lengths of 1.5meters and heights of 2 meters when mobile. Instead of fur, Arachne stegosaurus is covered in sleek scale-like growths which, when taken the entity's reinforced exoskeleton, allow Arachne stegosaurus to endure most forms of conventional ballistic rounds. Additionally, these instances are both passive and vegetarian. Arachne Pyris Instances are entirely composed of fire that loosely resembles a non-anomalous tarantula in shape. Arachne pyris, while typically independent hunters, are able to combine their body mass to form an even larger instance of themselves in order to facilitate the capture of prey. These instances subsist entirely on flammable materials, such as oil, butane, wood, and other insects. Arachne Vehicularis Instances four centimeters in length, and have wheels in place of their legs. Despite possessing mandibles for mastication, these instances subsist entirely on 5W-20, a type of engine oil found in most standard, non-anomalous commercial motor vehicles. Instances are also capable of extremely fast movement, with the fastest documented speed of 50km/h. Arachne Arborealis Instances begin life similar in appearance to non-anomalous black widows. Upon reaching adolescence, however, the instances will create a cocoon around themselves in which they will remain until adulthood. Upon emergence from the cocoon however, they will resemble common birch trees. Instances are incapable of movement at this stage and unable to eat. Adult instances will survive on the nutrients they've consumed during their adolescence until they are able to spread spores and reach the end of their natural lives. Arachne Sella Instances are hatched from eggs and resemble non-anomalous wolf spiders until they reach sexual maturity, at which point they will molt their exoskeleton and assume the form of a brown sofa. Instances are incapable of movement at this stage, although they continue to exude a sweet aroma that attracts prey organisms to "sit" on them. The instances will envelop the prey in its seat cushions and drag it into the deeper recesses of its body for consumption. Arachne Ariarus Instances resemble the common house spider in size and weight, being approximately 1.27 cm long. The instances have a long growth on it's opisthosoma, resembling the flag of an eighth note, which they are seen stringing silk from to be similar to cellos. Instances are seen gathering in groups of 20 to 40 to perform a full length orchestral program. These instances have not been recorded exhibiting self preservation tactics, such as consuming insects or plant matter for sustenance. Retrieval: The following video log was provided by Retrieval Agent Sylvia Starling after SCP-7781's apprehension. <Begin Log> Agent Starling approaches SCP-7781's residence. She examines her datapad and confirms her location. She adjusts her body camera and knocks on the door three times before turning the handle and entering. The interior of SCP-7781's residence is disheveled; loose sheets of paper with documentation of various species of anomalous and non-anomalous spiders are strewn on the floor, and the blinds on one of the windows are broken as is the window itself. Several open glass cages with webbed hinges are present as well. Hung on the walls are framed images of the aforementioned anomalous spider species above plaques denoting their colloquial and scientific names. In the far corner of the room is a large cocoon composed of silk and newspaper scraps, approximately six meters in diameter. The cocoon undulates rhythmically, and several spiders (among other insects) can be observed entering and exiting the structure. Adjacent to the cocoon is a laptop, the screen still active and displaying the subreddit "r/spiderporn". Agent Starling approaches the laptop and begins reading through the comments. Starling: Christ on a stick… The cocoon begins vibrating. After approximately thirty seconds, a human hand emerges from inside, followed by an arachnoid-like limb. The hand and limb work in tandem to exacerbate the crack in the cocoon, an action that subsequently unleashes several of the insects and spider-hybrids that were seen entering it moments prior. The face of SCP-7781 is seen, although half of the entity's face is obscured by silk and the darkness of its enclosure. SCP-7781: Don't hurt my spiders. Starling: Jack? Jack Osborn? Is that you? SCP-7781 retreats into its cocoon, turning its body so that its back, which appears to be a mixture between an exoskeleton and human flesh, is covering the opening. The entity can be heard crying, although this is barely audible. SCP-7781: Don't hurt them. Please. Don't hurt my… Starling: We aren't going to hurt you or your spiders, Jack. The entity turns to face Agent Starling. The silk obscuring half of its face has fallen off, revealing that the left side of its face contains a set of arachnid-like mandibles and three additional eyes. SCP-7781: They're… all that I have. I… look at me. They're all that I am. They're all that I have left. Starling: I swear. I'm gonna need you to come with us for now though, alright? SCP-7781: I… no. My work needs… my work needs to be completed. My children need love. T-t-they- it makes them happy. The upvotes. It makes my spiders happy. Starling: Okay, Mr. Osborn, I hear you. You come with us, and I'll see to it personally that you and your spiders continue to receive the love and care that you need. I just can't leave you spreading pictures of your… children… all over the Internet. SCP-7781: No, I can't… You're going to hurt them. SCP-7781 fully emerges from its cocoon. The entity is wearing a torn, heavily soiled white t-shirt. While the torso of the entity resembles that of an adult human male in poor physical condition, the hips and legs of the entity are that of an arachnid. Eight additional legs are present, starting at the waist section of the human torso, and extending approximately three meters. Each joint exhibits signs of decay, and human bone material can be seen among the muscle mass underneath the chitinous exoskeleton. SCP-7781 maneuvers from its cocoon with apparent discomfort, although this discomfort does not prevent it from scaling the ceiling with several SCP-7781-A instances in its hands. SCP-7781: Go away! SCP-7781 projects a silky material from its mouth, hitting Agent Starling's boots and confining her to the floor where she stands. Several SCP-7781-A instances scale the webbing and infiltrate Agent Starling's clothing, although she does not react. Starling: I'm not going anywhere without you, Mr. Osborn. SCP-7781-A instances climb Agent Starling's chest and shoulders. SCP-7781 remains in its position on the wall, maintaining eye contact with Agent Starling. SCP-7781: I'll have them… bite you! You'll never leave here. My children are venomous, and there is no cure. Starling: That may be true, but you aren't going to do that, Mr. Osborn. You aren't a killer, you're an artist. SCP-7781-A instances climb Agent Starling's face. Several settle in her hair and begin to project webbing as if nesting. SCP-7781 ceases movement abruptly, as do the SCP-7781-A instances. Starling: I told you, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to keep you safe. SCP-7781: I've been doing a good job of that myself. Starling: You think? We found out about you and your children pretty easily, Jack. What if there was someone who hated you out there with the same power as us? Someone who would actually want to hurt your children? What if it was a group of someone's? Do you think you could protect them then? SCP-7781: I… y-yes. Starling: Do you honestly believe that? Look me in my eyes and tell me that you could keep all of these spiders safe from gun toting, ignorant assholes that hate spiders and came here to kill them. SCP-7781: … Starling: We're the best option you and your children have, Jack. Come with us, for their sake. SCP-7781: For their sake? Starling: No harm will come to them. You have my word. SCP-7781 descends. SCP-7781-A instances remove the webbing from Agent Starling's feet, and SCP-7781 is successfully contained. <End Log> Afterword: Following apprehension, SCP-7781 gave detailed instructions on the proper care and maintenance of each individual arachnid species in its possession to Agent Starling, who relayed the information to the containment team. SCP-7781 has continued to create additional instances of SCP-7781-A at the request of Foundation botanists. Photographs of these additional instances are to be printed and given to SCP-7781, as doing so has proven to improve SCP-7781's demeanor. Footnotes 1. Presumably the same methods used to alter its own genes. 2. As most reality benders often infuse physical aspects of themselves in their reality manipulations subconsciously.
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by ParallelPotatoes Item#: 7782 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7782 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7782 is kept in a specialized anomalous storage locker that prevents rotting. Description: SCP-7782 is a sapient gala apple capable of speech. The method by which it speaks is unknown. Discovery: On February 14th 2023, SCP-7782 spontaneously manifested on Doctor Yellowstone's desk alongside a valentines day card with the text "You are the apple of my eye!" The following interaction was recorded by security cameras in Doctor Yellowstone's office. <Begin Log> SCP-7782: Hey there, doc. Some might bake you into an apple pie, but I'd bake you into a cutie pie. Doctor Yellowstone: Oh, hello. Thank you, I guess. How did you get in here? SCP-7782: I fell from the tree right into your basket1. Speaking of which, if I saw you on a tree, I'd climb to the top just to pick you. Doctor Yellowstone: I'm flattered, but no thank you. Have you heard of the Smith-Malus anomalous scientific law? It states that "an apple a day keeps the doctor away." SCP-7782: Dang. Well, it was nice to meet you anyways! <End Log> Addendum 1: As of July 17th 2023, SCP-7782 has made romantic advances towards fifty-three Foundation Personnel, twenty-two sapient SCP objects, and one picture of a potted plant. None of these individuals have reciprocated SCP-7782's advances, and it has not made advances towards individuals who have declined previously. Researcher Wadsworth offered to introduce it to one of the Foundation's artificial intelligences. However, SCP-7782 declined, as the artificial intelligences do not run on Apple-branded computers. Addendum 2: To test how SCP-7782 interacts with mundane objects, a non-anomalous red delicious apple was placed in its containment locker. The following was recorded after. <Begin Log> SCP-7782: Hey, Wadsworth. Who's that? Researcher Wadsworth: That's an apple2. SCP-7782: She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I'm gonna go talk to her. SCP-7782 rolls closer to the apple. SCP-7782: Uh, hi. I'm Johnny. The apple is silent. SCP-7782: I, um, just wanted to say I think you're beautiful. The apple remains silent. SCP-7782: Do you want to get to know each other? The apple continues being silent. <End Log> The mundane apple remained in SCP-7782's containment locker at its request, and it continued to talk to the mundane apple despite the fact that the mundane apple has yet to verbally respond. Addendum 3: Two engagement rings were found embedded in SCP-7782 and the mundane apple a year following Addendum 2. Nine months after the previous event, an apple seed with a tiny pacifier was found in SCP-7782's containment locker. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7782" by ParallelPotatoes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7782. Licensed under CC-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: Heart Apple.jpg Author: Greg Hartley License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Heart_Apple.jpg Footnotes 1. There are no trees nor baskets in Doctor Yellowstone's office. 2. SCP-7782 has not seen any other apples since its original manifestation.
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Please forgive me for all of the things I never did. ITEM #: SCP-7783 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM Assigned Site Site-196 Site Director Dr. James Razay Research Head Kaden Powell Assigned MTF N/A ITEM: SCP-7783 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM Assigned Site Site-196 Site Director Dr. James Razay Research Head Kaden Powell Assigned MTF N/A SCP-7783 was discovered here. Special Containment Procedures: Instructions for semantoconceptual1 binding of SCP-7783 are only available to allocated specialists. Personnel assigned to the vicinity of Site-196 Unit 7783 are prohibited from engaging in intense hypothetical, speculative, fantastical, or intimate thought regarding SCP-7783. Due to the nature of SCP-7783, complete amnesticization of all personnel regarding its existence or lack thereof would result in semantoconceptual unbinding and thusly a breach of containment. As such, priority is to be given to the application of selective thought blocking medications2 (STBs) derived from Class C Amnestics. Interviews with Personnel-Associated Sapient Concepts (PASCs) are permitted, and are to be carried out only by approved staff who have maintained a daily regimen of STB medication above therapeutic dosage for at least 30 days. Description: SCP-7783 is a semi-corporeal ontokinetic tetrahedral construct3 currently semantoconceptually bound to the definitive clause "Contained within Unit 7783 of Site-196". Perceptibility of SCP-7783 is highly variable and dependent on the conscious operation of a spectator to engage in visual perception. When perceived, SCP-7783 fluoresces on a blue-yellow gradient and occupies a fixed position regardless of kinetic forces exerted upon it. SCP-7783 is only capable of being physically acted upon through complex series of interaction and manipulation on the part of sapient actors, defined as semantoconceptual interactivity. SCP-7783 was contained utilizing this method. PASC-01 Engaging with SCP-7783 in this manner results in a significant amount of biological, conceptual, and ontokinetic abstraction in affected subjects. Typically this results in the affected subject becoming an intangible conceptual sapience associated with environments previously frequented by the subject. (See Observation Log) Foundation-associated individuals who have been subject to SCP-7783's influence in this fashion are designated Personnel-Associated Sapient Concepts (PASCs) and are known to still possess higher cognitive functions, albeit in a highly abstracted form disassociated from biological functions. PASCs can interact with reality through limited and minute interferences in the psychology and neurological activity of sentient and sapient individuals in their vicinity.4 Instances are believed to attempt communication with familiar individuals through selective subversive influence, leaving the subject unaffected, though these capabilities diminish with time. PASC presence is also associated with an increase in pareidoliac5 tendencies in nearby individuals. (See Interview-7783-1) Discovery: SCP-7783 was discovered by Senior Researchers Dr. River Cories and Kaden Powell off duty. During initial acquisition, Cories inadvertently exerted a semantoconceptual interaction with SCP-7783 and subsequently began PASC transition (See PASC-001 observation log). Two additional personnel were exposed to SCP-7783's properties during primary semantoconceptual binding containment efforts. Kaden Powell has taken on the role of provisional containment director and has placed priority on determining methods of reversing SCP-7783's effects. Observation Log: Subject Time Elapsed Since Exposure Observational Notes Dr. River Cories One Hour Intact conceptual coherency. Emotional distress prevalent and more pronounced compared to later stages. Dr. River Cories One Day Intermittent conceptual coherency. Efficacy of linguistic communication greatly reduced.6 Dr. River Cories One Week Spurious conceptual coherency. Increased cognitive-subversive influence. Beginning of biological shutdown and disassociation. Dr. River Cories One Month Total biological and physical abstraction. Emergence of immature PASC subversive and strengthened pareidolic influence, most prevalent in the immediate vicinity of the disassociated fruiting body. Dr. River Cories One Year Total abstraction. Subversive cognitive influences minute yet observable. Pareidolic influence prevalent in associated individuals even in absence of PASC promixity. Interview-7783-D78990: Foreword: Interview conducted by Research Director Kaden Powell with D-78990 as part of a study on PASC cognitive-subversive impressions. Purpose is to induce impression to facilitate possible communication with PASC-01. <Begin Log> Powell: Good evening, D-78990. D-78990: Yeah, evening. Powell: For the purposes of this, uh, test, that I'm carrying out, I just want you to confirm a few things for me really quick. Your full legal name is ████ █████████, correct? Date of birth ██/██/████? D-78990: Yeah, that's me. Definitely me. Remind me what we're doing here again? Powell: Well, essentially, I'm here to just talk to you for a bit, take some notes on your behavior, and the like. Like an evaluation of sorts. D-78990: So, what should we talk about? Powell: I don't know, exactly. D-78990: Aren't you leading the way? Powell: I guess we could start with something like, say, a favorite color. D-78990: Favorite colors? I thought it would be something more, I dunno. Sciencey? Powell: Well I'm mostly just monitoring your behavior, looking for any signs indicative of- D-78990: Signs of what? I got cancer or something? Powell: No, just. Nevermind. Why bring up cancer out of all things? D-78990: I dunno. My dad died of it. Long time ago. Powell: What type? D-78990: Lung Cancer. Stage 4. Powell: I knew someone whose dad passed from lung cancer. D-78990: Yeah, well, we probably saw it coming. He was a pack a day smoker for- Powell: Twenty-Two years. D-78990: Oh, nice guess. Yeah. Twenty Two. [Powell pauses.] D-78990: I'm surprised you folks haven't found out a cure for it with all the shit you got here. Powell: Not really a priority for us. D-78990: You know I would've loved to work here. Powell: Really? What makes you say that? You don't have a research background from what I've seen. D-78990: I wanted to go into medicine when I was younger, you know. Powell: Lot of folks do. D-78990: Would've been nice to work for a place like this, one with a real purpose, you know? Powell: Yeah, it definitely beats working in fucking IT for a bunch of coked up geriatrics. [D-78990 laughs awkwardly. Powell appears visibly confused.] D-78990: River would have laughed at that joke. [Powell flinches momentarily.] Powell: Yeah? D-78990: He would have, yeah. Always hated working back in Loxy. Powell: Shit… yeah, I remember. I remember it too clearly. D-78990: Oh definitely. It was crazy times, crazy times! Used to get so mad at that place. 'Ould get rung up for the stupidest stuff you and- Powell: Man, me and him did, we really fucking did. Fuckin' Chris always had a stick up his ass though. Made it hell. D-78990: He was too old to still be working, that's why. Halfway decomposed at the desk. What was that one joke you made about his nose to me? Powell: Which one? D-78990: The night after D&B? Powell: Oh! The one about him looking 8 and 80 at the same time? D-78990: Please! Oh god, River was crying laughing to that. That night was the most he had laughed in a long time then. Powell: Yeah, I remember that night. It was amazing. Just making stupid jokes to each other. Enjoying the time we had. D-78990: Like all the time in the world was ours, huh? Powell: Made everything better. Life was perfect. D-78990: The neighbors didn't hear perfect. Powell: But the neighbors always complained about how loud we were. D-78990: Well, I was loud. Noisy. But that was something you liked about him. Powell: I still remember his laughing. I still remember it all. D-78990: He just didn't know how to take it seriously. Powell: Hah! Well yeah, that's how he was. Always loud and bursting with energy. Made every situation colorful. D-78990: Wonder if this River guy is still like that? Powell: He's still out there, somewhere. Still the life of someone's party. D-78990: Who is? [Powell sighs] Powell: Nevermind. <End Log> Closing Statement: D-78990 and Kaden Powell had not had any contact prior to this interview. D-78990 had never met Dr. River Cories. SCP-7783-propagated fruited bodies. Footnotes 1. Pertaining to the inherent semantic information of a concept in reality. 2. With intention to induce a cognitive fog barrier in response to an indivual's attempts to engage SCP-7783 related thought beyond material task-related operations. 3. SCP-7783's physicality is of dubious and spurious nature. 4. Referred to as cognitive-subversive impression. 5. A phenomenon associated with the perception of substantial meaning in random and insignificant stimuli, most commonly associated with facial recognition. 6. Per the request of Research Director Kaden Powell, all interviews conducted between Powell and PASC-01 "River Cories" have been redacted from general clearance. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-7471 • SCP-7419 • SCP-8105 • SCP-7811 • SCP-8541 • SCP-8031 • SCP-7541 • SCP-7151 • SCP-8010 • SCP-8332 • SCP-3169 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-7575 • SCP-6541 • SPHERE • Tales/GoI Formats Other SCP-POUF • Fear of Death • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7783" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7783. Licensed under CC-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: aqui Author: PoufyPoufson License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: cara Author: PoufyPoufson License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: nosotros Author: PoufyPoufson License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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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); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } PeppersGhost SCP-7785 - Mr. Lengthwise and Mr. Longways by PeppersGhost More by this author The number of this SCP Is Seven Seven Eighty-Five. Beware! What you’re about to see Will not be easy to survive. The Euclid designation here Means much has been misunderstood. If you knew all there is to fear You'd use your bed as firewood. Containing this one, by the way Is quite a simple thing to do: Stop reading this and go away. This poem wasn’t meant for you. Description: Pale and dressed in black. Created for a children’s book. One day they launched a sneak attack And strung their author from a hook. Mister Lengthwise. Mister Longways. They’re not fiction any longer. Rhymes are like their doors and hallways. Readers make them even stronger. On Mister Lengthwise sits a hat: A porkpie, sharp in shape and style. It covers up his eyes so that You only see his hungry smile. Lengthwise likes to creep up soft Along your floor and wall and ceiling. And if he lifts his hat aloft His gaze will leave your psyche reeling. A peacoat clings to Longways’ frame. He wheezes since it’s buckled tight. And since you dared to learn his name He’ll stand beside your door to-night. But if you see him, try to wait Before you part your lips to scream. For if you fail and take his bait You won’t awaken from your dream. So stay alert when counting sheep And ‘neath the covers always hide— The moment you lay down to sleep You'll find them smiling at your side. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7785" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7785. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filenames: barrier.gif, LengthwiseLongwaysfull.png, LengthwiseLongwaysMobile.png, LenthwiseUnderbed.png, Longboys1alt.png, LongboysFrame3.png, LongboysFrame4V2.png, LongboysFrameMobile.png, LongboysPT2small.png, LongboysPT3small.png, LongwaysDoorwaysmall.png Author: PeppersGhost License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filenames: DrawnLogo.png Author: PeppersGhost License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Filename: logo.png Author: far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: poorfish.css Name: PoorFish Author: Stewart C. Russell License: OFL (SIL Open Font License) Source Link: Fontlibrary Filenames: ScratchedAnomBar.png Author: PeppersGhost License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Classified Bar Woed Author: Woedenaz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: toscuchetcm.css Name: Toscuchet CM Author: Alisson Depizol License: OFL (SIL Open Font License) Source Link: Fontlibrary
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close Info X SCP-7787 “Lost in the Media” by: Mew-ltiverse Read more of my stuff The main character of this article, Tatsuki, uses they/he/she pronouns and will be referred to as such ⚠️ CW: Violence ⚠️ content warning NOTICE Information about SCP-7787 and SCP-7787-1 is limited, as the only information known about said anomalies is through the diary entries and video recordings taken by Foundation employee Dr. Tatsuki Masuda. Item #: SCP-7787 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawler Delta-7043 (“STAY LOST”) is to continuously monitor the web for any references to SCP-7787. Upon discovery, said mentions are to be removed from the internet. Misinformation is to be released claiming that SCP-7787 is a hoax. SCP-7787’s page on the Lost Media Wiki is to be edited with information “confirming” its status as non-existent. Due to the lack of knowledge on SCP-7787-1 and related anomalies, along with the near confirmed danger of it remanifesting, further testing is prohibited. SCP-7787 is not to be opened by anyone of any clearance level for any reason. The poster image for SCP-7787. Description: SCP-7787 refers to a Japanese visual novel known as "A Chance Meeting With Yukiya" (ゆきやとの邂逅). Prior to containment, SCP-7787 had a minor presence in the lost media community, as its existence was unconfirmed. SCP-7787 was discovered by Foundation researcher Dr. Tatsuki Masuda using anomalous archival technology. Playing an unknown amount of SCP-7787 will initiate SCP-7787’s primary affect, the manifestation of SCP-7787-1. SCP-7787-1 refers to Yukiya Sasaki, the love interest of SCP-7787. Approximately a week after SCP-7787 is opened, SCP-7787-1 will manifest in reality. SCP-7787-1 will embed itself in the life of the player. During SCP-7787’s activation, an antimemetic effect is present, preventing anyone but the player from knowing about the existence of SCP-7787 or learning that SCP-7787-1 is a video game character. This effect includes removal of all online references to SCP-7787, and an inability to perceive any representation of SCP-7787-1 in visual documentation, such as screenshots. All knowledge on the inner workings of SCP-7787 and SCP-7787-1 are based on the initial activation by Dr. Masuda. No new playthrough has been started since. Opening Macintosh HD > Users > MTatsuki > Personal Notes ACMWY To do list: Play game Summarize game Translate game Post translation in a Google doc on Twitter Update LMW page to found Cause I haven’t actually played it yet lmao I wanna surprise everyone with the full game and translation Say I found it on like the 200th page of Google on a sketchy site yeah that’ll do LMW Page outline: Update the story and gameplay, add a recovery section ACMWY game summary: A Chance Meeting With Yukiya (Japanese: ゆきやとの邂逅) was a freeware Japanese visual novel developed by ChillDaze. Details about its release are limited. Story and Gameplay: The game was a horror visual novel masquerading as a game in which the protagonist romances a man named Yukiya Sasaki. It played like a typical visual novel, with options that elicited different responses out of other characters, despite only having one ending. Synopsis: The game starts with the player meeting Yukiya at the store, striking up a conversation with him, and discovering the two of them have a lot in common. The two continue to meet on accident, giving the player the chance to get closer with him. The player is warned by their three closest friends that Yuikya is dangerous, but they ignore this advice until their friends start being mysteriously killed by an unknown perpetrator. It is revealed at the end that the killer is Yukiya, who believed them to be in the way between him and the player. The game ends with the main character turning the light on in their bedroom to reveal Yukiya, who embraces them and promises to never leave them. Availability: The game was uploaded by ChillDaze to download and play for free on Windows, Mac OS and Linux online sometime between 2007 and 2011. ChillDaze only uploaded one game before their website went defunct in 2012. Their website is still available to view on the internet archive, including the page about A Chance Meeting With Yukiya. Recovery: The files for the game were discovered by Lost Media Wiki user SapphireFantasy on June 12th, 2022. SapphireFantasy has stated that they discovered the OS files for the game on the 202nd page of Google on an unsecured website. SapphireFantasy played the game using an emulator, fully translating and uploading the gameplay to their YouTube account of the same name. The main image I’ll upload for the article ACMWYPoster.png Close ChillDaze's logo ChillDazeLogo.png Close Okay cool, I’ll gather some screenshots and stuff for the LMW page and I’ll be golden My review of the game: (that I'll probably post on twitter or smth) I feel its a really fun game. Yukiya is delightfully chilling as a villain. While he parades himself as a kind and caring individual, it doesn't take long for one to see he's rather manipulative, cold, and cunning. He does what he wants, and gets away with it using anime logic lol, he's a charming villain though. The mc coming to the suspicion that her friends may actually be right is very good and sad when she realizes too late, and the last death takes place. the final scene had chills running down my spine fr. I'm glad I could help find it! cool before I upload the game I just wanna make sure I have everything in order Item #: idk lets go with 7787 Lets cut to the chase WHAT THE FUCK he has to be anomalous The game has to be anomalous I dont even fuckjng know anymore yukiya sasaki is nOT A 5 YEAR ANOMALOUS TECHNOLOGY SPECIALIST HES A FUCKING ANIME CHARACTER I tried to show Juniper a picture of him but she said it was static and when I asked her about it later she didnt remember what is happening It seems that the game is coming to life. Damnit. this is so scary. I need to talk to him. ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Yukiya: Oh, it’s absolutely no problem! I— Tatsuki: Can I talk to you? Yukiya: Oh, just give me second, Ella. Tatsuki, hey. Tatsuki: Follow me. [shuffling] Yukiya: Dear me, you seem frantic. Is something- Tatsuki: You lunatic! [shuffling] Tatsuki: This is you! Yukiya: A picture of static? Tatsuki, are you feeling okay? You look pale. Tatsuki: Don’t you fucking play dumb! Yukiya: I’m not playing dumb. You’re really concerning me. But I won’t tell anyone. Maybe you should ask Director Winters to take the rest of the day off. Tatsuki: You motherfucker! I-I- Yukiya: Hey, it's okay. Just breathe. Tatsuki: SHUT UP! I don't wanna hear it! Get— Get away from me! [footsteps] Yukiya: [distantly] Tatsuki— <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO He called after me, but quickly gave up. He seems to care about my well being. I hope he gets hit by a bus. This has so many implications. God. What is going on? I feel like I'm going insane. I feel sick. He can’t really be real, can he? He's like, just here now. As a real person, like me or any other human. His hair is dyed blonde, but everything else translated from 2D to real perfectly. It's so weird. It's not that cold, doesn't he get hot with that large ass scarf? I’ve just got so much on my mind. This game is anomalous. Who wouldve fucking though that the game I'm most interested in finding is a damn anomaly. Well I guess I have to regroup now. I tried showing to my colleagues that yukiya is from a game, but it didnt work. So maybe if I can make him talk to me? About the game. I can make him slip up. I just have to record my interactions with him I’ve decided to meticulously record everything about this I want to write an SCP file, but I can’t. I'm pretty sure no one would be able to see it anyway. Plus I dont have enough information. All I know is that he came to life. That’s not enough for a file. But maybe I can compile enough information, eventually. Its been ten days since Yukiya appeared. Maybe he really doesn’t know he’s from a game? He hasn’t slipped up at all. In that case, I feel really bad for being so rude. But I don’t know, he could just be totally lying like Yukiya does in the game. Jeez, this is complicated. There are endless possibilities. Maybe he just appeared in reality and thats it? That’s all the game does is make the love interest come to life? He could really believe he’s a foundation doctor, who knows? I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but its kinda nice to see my thoughts. I'm not really sure where to start with everything. Interacting with actual people is strange. I posted on twitter if anyone remembered the game, and no one remembered it! I know its obscure but im not the only one who knew. It had a page on LMW but its not there anymore! I used the recovery programs I used to find the game and see if I could find the LMW page, but it’s just completely gone, like it never existed! It's like no one remembers its existence but me. I guess thats what happens when someone starts the game. It makes me wonder what happens if I finish the game But I still dont have conclusive evidence that the game has even started in real life. Its been a month and yukiya is still acting clueless. I'm going to write a list of the people closest to me that I should keep an eye on. if he is being a lying bastard like he is in the game, then he could target anyone. My foundation and out of foundation friends. Oscar Clements - Fellow anomalous technology specialist, has been my best foundation friend for three years Mark Kane - Second best friend and crush (he doesn’t know that part, though) works with our site when we’ve got physical counterparts to our anomalies Juniper Lyons - My foundation sister, we’ve been through thick and thin, I love her Maddie Case - Comes with mark from his site, she totally knows I have a crush on him and teases me about it lol Penny Winters - Site leader and sweetheart, She's stern, but a really kind boss. Yasu Yamaguchi - Best friend from before I transferred to an American site, still in touch with him Asahi Masuda - Brother; he thinks I work with some popular tech companies; I havent talked to him in a bit though Osamu Masuda - My dad, haven't talked to him in a bit, but I'm still on good terms with him Kaori Masada - Mom, also on good terms with her! Mia Masada - my niece, love her to pieces if Yukiya killed her he’d be a monster shes like 6 Kazuyuki Ikeda - best friend from back home, havent talked in years, but he's still my best friend, whenever we talk it's like no time has passed I’ve decided to apologize to Yukiya for being rude, just incase. Well, if he’s being truthful, he didnt remember. He was super nice to me, told me not to worry about it even though he doesnt remember cause we're friends. I dont consider him my friend But I dont know if I can trust him. It took less than a month for him in the game to get to the killing. I have a bad feeling about this. He’s maybe just trying to lure me into a false sense of security. If that’s the case, it’s not gonna work. Im gonna make sure that I dont fall for his fake charm for a second. Tatsuki apologized. That was very kind of them. But strange. I didn't think they would. Are they actually sorry? This is probably a good thing. They might be willing to work with me. Maybe they'd understand. He’s been trying to talk with me more. He’s so nice, it’s hard to believe how evil he is. We get along well, though he’s picked up on my nerves when I talk to him. He says he’s known me ever since I transferred to this site. He seems to have (or is faking) these fake memories of when we first met. Other people believe him! I asked Maddie and she says she’s met him several times. People are starting to worry that I keep asking things that they think I should already know. This is just all so weird. I should try to more concretely write an SCP file. But there’s a lot about this I still don’t know. The game is the anomaly, and Yukiya is 7787-1. That’s the number that I’ll use. But I’m still unsure how a lot of this shit works It's been like, a month and a half since he appeared. Let’s try this anyway Item #: SCP-7787 Special Containment Procedures: Do not fucking play this game like at all costs don’t fuckin play it Description: SCP-7787 refers to a Japanese visual novel known as “A Chance Meeting with Yukiya”. Any person that plays SCP-7787 (unknown amount, presumably any) will initiate SCP-7787’s primary effect, the manifestation of SCP-7787-1. SCP-7787-1 refers to the game's main love interest, Yukiya Sasaki who will manifest in reality approximately a week after the game is played. After the manifestation of SCP-7787-1, the events of the game will begin to take place in reality. It is unknown how aware SCP-7787-1 is that it is a video game character. uuuugh. there's so much I dont know. but we are not gonna test this thing again. if I even get past it that is Incase this all ends and I can show these notes to someone, I feel I should note the in game deaths Haruka Nakaya - Found dead in her home, fell down the stairs, thought to be an accident Etsuko Aikawa - Subject of a brutal hit and run Aoi Kutsuki - Found gutted in the protags room with a missing heart, given to them by Yukiya when he appears I need to compare who he could possibly kill in these ways. I'm thinking that Haruka will be Maddie, as they're both friends that I/mc met through another person Etsuko is probably gonna be Juniper, as they're both close friends that I/mc have known for years Aoi is gonna be Mark, probs, as the mc acts a bit flirty with Aoi at some point. I just need to make sure. I need to religiously watch these guys to make sure he doesnt attack. I didn't expect to take this long. But I've really just enjoyed being a person. I have all the time in the world, I think. I'm not actually sure. But I'm sure the stupid rules will allow me some time to enjoy myself. But Tatsuki is getting suspicious. They don't appear to enjoy my company. I fear I'm going to have to remain secretive. I'm doing my best to keep an eye on everyone. But it's kinda hard to be everywhere at once. But, I have noticed Yukiya being a bit more nosey around Maddie and Mark whenever they come around. He's been talking with her more. I've got my eye on him. Tomorrow is the last day that Maddie will be at our site for the next month. Either, he's gonna wait the month, or he's gonna kill her tomorrow. I've been pestering her so much, she keeps asking if im okay I’m just really worried. I don’t want anyone to die Like he could just be a normal guy, but I really doubt it I I was wrong about who. But not when. Juniper. My almost sister. She died the same way Haruka did. Sort of. They found that it seemed her neck was manually broken to ensure she died. Like, whoever did it made sure she died as soon as possible. I feel sick. My head hurts. When I was mapping all this out it almost didn’t feel real. But now that shes gone, it does. I want to throw up I wish that I was dreaming. can this please just be a bad dream? I I fucking I NEED TO TALK TO HIM ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: Yukiya, I have to talk to you. Yukiya: Ah, okay. Give me a moment, Esame, Will. [shuffling] Yukiya: Is something the matter? Tatsuki: Don’t you DARE play dumb again, you psychopath! You killed Juniper! Yukiya: Wh-What? Are you okay? I heard the death was an accident. Tatsuki: Staged by you! Why- why did you snap her neck? Sh- she snaps her neck in the game… but this was forceful! You were forceful! They said she died almost immediately. Which is better than pain— but she- she— I mean— I just didn’t want her to die at all! She’s one of my best friends! An sh-she’s gone! Because of you! Yukiya: I know it’s hard for you to lose such a close friend. Do they have any leads on who did it? Tatsuki: Of course it’s hard you fucking psychopath! You knew she was one of my best friends! That’s why you killed her! To get to me! Yukiya: You look really ill. You should go see the site infirmary. I know some months ago, you apologized for attacking me. I still don't remember you doing so. Have I done something to you? Tatsuki: I— [sniffles] What— what the hell? I- I… It was you! I know it was you! Or your existence… somehow… Yukiya: Well, I didn't kill Juniper. But, I'm not mad at you for your accusation. You're clearly rather stressed out… Here, please let me walk you to the infirmary. You seriously look like you're about to faint. Tatsuki: [sniffles] Just let me— <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO It hurt to see how upset they were. I tried to ensure Juniper didn't suffer. But this is going to be worth it, I know it is. I've had so much fun just. well, being alive! I went to the animal shelter the other day to look at animals. I couldn't adopt, as I can't guarantee I'll stay around, but maybe after my victory is guaranteed. I feel terrible thinking about how excited I'll be once I win. Maybe once I win, I could do something to make up for causing Tatsuki pain. But, I wouldn't accept an apology from me, either. None of this even feels real anymore I just want it to stop It almost felt like I was actually playing the game. until actual consequences I fucking wish I NEVER FOUND THIS GAME why does this have to happen to me? NOTHING I SAY will fucking MAKE HIM BREAK hes an amazing actor but I fucking KNOW I kNOW THAT HES BEHIND THIS I will never fucking love him, ill fight against him till the day I die I wont let this MOTHERFUCKER WIN ERG I JUST WANT TO CHOKE HIM WITH HIS STUPID SCARF maybe just maybe if I win.. if I win. if I win, everything will reverse, right? He doesn't seem to even be trying to romance me. He just seems to be trying to be friends with me. he's noticed that I've been hard headed and just asked if he did anything to upset me. like DUUUUHHH but every time I bring up game shit he plays oblivious and asks me if im okay. He also just— does his job? Like I mean obviously he’s gonna do his job but I’d expect since he has no experience he just wouldn’t or would do as little as possible. But he’s actually really good at it? In the game, his charm starts to fade a bit. like the facade starts to fade once the first killing happens, but only by a little. hes been just as friendly and nice to me as always. The stress of this is affecting my work. My coworkers are getting concerned. but most of them assume its junipers death. But she died before my stressed behavior started. Yukiya invited me and a few other coworkers to get some dinner after work I don't really know why, the others were all on board, and kinda looked at me when I refused. He said he'd pay Where did he get money from? there so much about this anomaly I dont really know anything about. He said after Juni's death, things were tense and he wanted to help the atmosphere. weird. I'm not sure why he keeps trying to interact with me. Especially after he killed Juni, he should know that I want fucking nothing to do with him ugh. I'm… I'm trying to have hope. Hope that I actually had a good idea for once. I have to regroup again. I was right about the how and when, but not who. Maybe all I have to know is when. I know he’s following the deaths of the game, sorta. He snapped Juni’s neck for some reason. Which made the death fast. Why would he want the deaths to be fast? In game he doesn’t give a rats ass about the pain he puts people in. he’s been going with his own schedule. He at least tried to follow the game deaths it just seems he have his own twist on things. To make it less painful, I guess. I've been so exhausted wondering whats gonna happen next. Just wondering when I might lose someone else. Just… hang on, Tatsuki. You've got this. It's been like, two weeks since the last killing. this is weird. I don't know why he hasn't killed anyone else. but its not like im sad that hes not killing my loved ones. I have noticed that he's been trying to get closer to me. like, talk to me more as if we were friends or something. he doesnt even bring up the time I yelled at him for killing juniper. I record most of our interactions. but nothing interesting has really happened. I really don't want to kill anyone else. I'm hoping that there is a way around this. I may not really have a choice. Even if the memories are fake, everyone here really likes me. I've never had friends before. I like having friends. I can't be soft when the stakes are this high. It's me, or just a few people I don't know very well. And I chose me. It's strange. Are killing these people the way I'm going to win? My coworkers have started whispering about me. About the fact that I've been looking so dead. And acting dead. Yukiya is such an anomaly. and I don't mean in the "he came from a video game" thing. He's weird. He doesn't act like his in-game counter part. He told me he was gonna go feed ducks after work. What???? that doesnt make sense to me. that's something I feel like most people did as kids with their parents Though I suppose he didn't go through that sorta experience He also is super eager to do things for other people, take the garbage out, go to the break room and grab snacks for the others. That sorta stuff. I don't know who enjoys that sorta stuff. Weird new development. Yukiya’s been coming to me for advice. I asked why me and he says cause we’ve known each other for a while and he doesn’t feel close enough to anyone else He probably said that cause I’m the only one that knows his true nature He asked me if I thought that the “cruel for the greater good” model of containment ever got exhausting to enforce I don’t know what his goal is. I said yeah, that it did He asked if I ever wished we did things differently, if we could I said like yeah, duh but there isn’t another choice a lot of the time. He nodded and thanked me for my time Like wtf Does this have to do with why he hasn’t killed anyone else? Not much has really happened. It's now been a month and a week since Juni died. Yukiya hasn't showed any signs of going after someone else. Yukiya didnt come to work today. he called in sick. like, does he even have a house or does he just disappear when hes not at the foundation? I suppose the only place he has to go is the game was he conscious in the game? or did he just come to knowing what he had to do? I wonder if anyone has actually played this game before. if so, what happened? did they win or lose? I just assume that this plays like an actual game. Im really just praying that it does, and the damage will reverse But how do I win exactly I really havent thought of it. I guess he wins by eliminating all three of his targets. but if so why has he been so damn slow? id think he'd want to win as soon as possible I suppose I win by preventing the deaths. but its kinda hard to do that when he's not killing so I suppose we're at a state of limbo I just want this to be over with. this is exhausting. I want juniper back. I want my life back. I think I see what I have to do. Esame berry was found dead in her office bullet straight to the head instant deaht I dont understand. idont fuckignw gett it. I didtnknow her I didnt know her at all they checked thesecurtiy footage and its was static anomalous interference is expected at least finally something he does stuck. something that the others can latch onto to fucking get him ihope that they get him I im so shaken why esame? I dont knowher at all were not friends. what? I dont know what to expect. im fuciking I can ask around maybe im gonna record it nmy typings too shaky ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: Hey. Unknown voice: Yo, Tatsuki. You look pale, dude. Unknown voice 2: Yeah, you look like you're about to throw up, man. Unknown voice: Some of us have begun to get worried about you. You haven't been the same these last few months. Tatsuki: Do uh… do any of you know why anyone would want to kill Esame? Unknown voice 2: Oh, this is about her? Why are you asking? Tatsuki: I didn't know her. I want to know if there's a reason someone would want her dead. Particularly an anomaly. Unknown voice: They do suspect anomalous interference 'cause the camera footage went all static. But not really. [snaps fingers] Oh, Joy was pretty good friends with her. I think she's in her office. [footsteps] Unknown voice 2: [distantly] Uh, bye! [extraneous footage removed] [knocking] [door opens] Joy: Oh, hey Tatsuki. Do you need me? Tatsuki: Why would someone want to kill Esame? Someone anomalous? Joy: Oh- why would someone want her dead? I… I wish I knew. I mean, if someone was trying to hide something from her using amnestics or something similar, I think I could guess. She has a slight resistance. Tatsuki: How much would she know about something if someone was trying to hide it with amnestics? Joy: Not very much. Basically just that there's something she doesn't know. In terms of memetic and amnestic resistance, she's not the strongest. Just enough to set her senses off; if it even triggers, anyway. I wish I knew who did this. I- [footsteps] Joy: Bye? <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO He panicked. she showed that she knew something was up and he panicked. that's why he killed her. his motive. what the fuckis his motive. hes definitely different than game. I dont know how to win anymore. ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> [slow knocking] [door opens] Yukiya: Tatsuki, you look sick. Are you okay? Tatsuki I know why you killed Esame. Yukiya: W-Woah, I didn’t— Tatsuki: You panicked. Because she began to question her memories of you. I don’t know how you manage to kill while leaving no evidence it was you. Anime logic. But you did it. Yukiya: You always have these conversations with me. Like when you accused me of killing Juinper. I-I didn’t do it. Tatsuki: Yukiya, what is your goal? Yukiya: My goal? Like, what, as a person? Well- Tatsuki: Why are you killing people slowly? Aren’t you supposed to be trying to win? So you can be with me forever? Yukiya: I think the deaths are getting to you— accusing your friends— Tatsuki: We are not friends. I want you dead. You took one of my best friends from me. Yukiya: [pause] Sorry. Tatsuki: Ha— haha! Ah… you admit it? F-Finally? Yukiya: No. I’m sorry that you’re going through this. Please leave. Tatsuki: They know the killing of Esame was done with an anomalous force. They’re looking into it now. [Footsteps] <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO He's guessed. God, this is getting hard. Fuck… they're smart. This is an issue. It can't be the only choice. He's slipping up… his attitude hes showing cracks. He didnt show up again to work whats his aim im never going to win I cant if HE DOESNT FUCKIN PLAY THE GAEM ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: What the hell, Yukiya? Where the fuck have you been? Yukiya: It doesn't matter. I just want um— Tatsuki: What's your deal? Are you finally gonna come clean? Yukiya: Can you let me talk? I just wanted to talk to you. Just… well, about anything. Tatsuki: Anything? Then can we talk about the fact that you killed Juniper and Esame? Yukiya: Anything but that. Tatsuki: I'm not interested, then. This shit— this shit is getting to me. I just want my life back. Yukiya: [pause] I know. I- I'm sorry. Tatsuki: You admit it? Yukiya: [pause] I've been in deep thought. About a lot of things. Tatsuki: Stop being cryptic. Yukiya: Life, I guess. If you really want to know where I’ve been, I’ve just been at home, enjoying life. Tatsuki: [pause] What? Enjoying life? Do you know what that implies? Yukiya: [pause] I have to go. [shuffling] Tatsuki: Yukiya! Get back here! <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO The hell? The hell did he want? Did he just want to talk to me? why? at least… he seemed to admit in some way that hes behind things. hes acting so weird. Yukiya hasnt showed at work for like 4 days. im getting a really bad feeling. Just delaying the inevitable. Maddie 💖 hes here please send help to house what? who? tatsuki whats going on? tatsuki? TATSUKI TATSUKI ANSWER ME TATSUKI ARE YOU OKAY???? TATSUKI ▶ PLAY AUDIO CLOSE AUDIO <Begin Log> Tatsuki: —here? I— I thought everything was taking place at the Foundation. Yukiya: What are you doing on your phone? Are you recording me? Tatsuki: Um— Yukiya: It’s fine. It’s not like anyone can hear it, anyway. Tatsuki:. What the hell is your goal, Yukiya? You're supposed to be playing the game. Yukiya: Are you mad that I'm not? Tatsuki: I don't know anymore! I think I'm just numb to this whole thing. I guess if you try to kill people, it means I can stop you, and I can get rid of you. But I can't get rid of you! You're not playing the game! [pause] Why are you playing the ending? You haven't won. Yukiya: I have. I've finally figured out how to win. [He moves towards the camera] Yukiya: This is where I play out the end of the game. Hug you as I promise to never leave you? Yes, dear Tatsuki. I know I’ve put you through a lot. But I can assure you, it will be worth it. For me. [Yukiya steps towards the camera. The camera zooms in on Yukiya's sweater. Yukiya steps away from the camera.] Tatsuki: [pained gasping] [The footage turns blurry, showing a blurred shot of a shelf, then goes still. A thud can be heard.] Tatsuki: Wh-wh- [gasps] Yukiya: I- I'm not the villain, here. I'm the victim. I was trapped inside that game. For ten damn years. Alone, with only my own thoughts. It was dark. It didn't feel like anything. But then you found my game. You— you freed me. Thank you. I've really had an amazing time here. And I've really enjoyed getting to know you. Tatsuki: [coughs] Bu-but I th-thought… Yukiya: I'm not the Yukiya Sasaki in game. I thought following the script was the best way to stay. But, I realized that script didn't do anything for me. I- I really didn't plan to kill you. I looked at this from every angle. This was the only solution that guaranteed I stay. I didn't want to kill anyone! That's not who I am! I'm not a killer! [A shuffling can be heard] Tatsuki: I don't [coughs] I d-don't understand. If you like me, [coughs] Why? Why kill me? You kept t-trying to [coughs] be my friend. Yukiya: Don't you get it? I don't have a choice! Do you know what it feels like to be trapped in a cold, dark void as nothing but a consciousness for ten fucking years? I just wanted to win! Part of being my own person is realizing how much I've enjoyed being alive! Eating, having people that like me and look up to me! Having responsibility! Hell, petting cats, feeding ducks! I can tell that I'm meant to be a person, not a character! haven't had any friends before! I just- I wanted to try and be normal! Tatsuki: You— If you [coughs] would've told me— Yukiya: What would that've done? Tatsuki: [coughs] If you never t-tried to [coughs] to kill anyone. We could've h-had a [coughs] truce. Yukiya: Trust me. I thought of that. I know as much about the way this whole real life "game" works as you do. I don't know if it would've let me. Suppose I did tell you. Would you have even believed me? Sometimes, you have to do cruel things for the greater good. That's what I've learned at the Foundation. And I'm sure I'll go to hell for killing three innocent people. But at least I can live life to the fullest until I do. Tatsuki: [coughs] I- Yukiya: I— I should've chosen a painless method. But I suppose I just wanted to explain this all to you. I want it to be clear that this isn't personal. You clearly hate me. Which is fine. You hate the killings. Not who I really am. And with you gone, I'll finally get to drop the facade and just be myself. [pause] Now. Just try to be calm. It'll hurt more if you struggle. I didn't want to kill you. You were simply a casualty of fate. [Extraneous audio removed] Yukiya: I suppose if I hadn't killed anyone. [pause] Maybe… you would've agreed to keep me around. Without trying to take me down. [pause] I wish that I would've thought things through. I tried to follow the path. I- this isn't who I am. I'm not a killer. I didn't want to be a killer. [sobs] I'm sorry, Tatsuki. I’m so very sorry. It looks like fate wasn’t kind to either of us. I'm sure you'll go to heaven. You're a good person. I can pretend to be for as long as I'm alive, now. [Extraneous audio removed] Yukiya: What? Why am I-? [An unidentified shuffling can be heard.] [The door busts open. Several commands are heard, as MTF Delta-12 ("We Do House Calls") storms in. One of the MTF officers stands next to the camera.] <End Log> CLOSE AUDIO Upon SCP-7787-1’s manifestation, all relevant persons present in the players life that have the potential to interact with SCP-7787-1 will have false memories, claiming to have known it for any amount of time deemed reasonable. Analysis of Dr. Masuda's recordings suggests that SCP-7787-1 is capable of independent action, and choose to follow the script of SCP-7787 of its own accord. The murders of Dr. Juniper Lyons and Dr. Esame Berry, albeit caused by an anomalous entity, were in accordance with normalcy. After the demanifesation of SCP-7787-1, Dr. Juniper Lyons and Dr. Esame Berry were found alive within their places of death, albeit with injuries corresponding to their deaths. Dr. Lyons sustained a cervical fracture and spinal damage, while Dr. Berry sustained a bullet wound to the head with reported headaches and memory loss. Further complications to be observed. Symptoms of brain deoxygenation and other complications expected after death and revival have not manifested as expected. Dr. Juniper Lyons and Dr. Esame Berry are to be interviewed as soon as they are deemed fit. In the case that SCP-7787-1 remanifests, it was discussed to offer assistance to it, but its use of violence was considered a detriment. Addendum: SCP-7787-1 Incident On 11/07/2022 at 7:42pm Dr. Madison Case reported an urgent message sent to her by Dr. Masuda, requesting assistance to their home. After Dr. Masuda failed to reply following the messages, MTF Delta-12 ("We Do House Calls") was deployed to their home. Dr. Tatsuki Masuda was immediately escorted to the hospital. They survived with damage to their intestines. Dr. Masuda will be interviewed regarding SCP-7787 and SCP-7787-1 after their recovery. MTF agents present at the scene described SCP-7787-1 "disappearing in front of them" as they entered. On Dr. Masuda's cellphone, the words "You Win" were displayed on the screen in green letters. More From This Author More From This Author Mew-ltiverse's Works SCPs SCP-8319 • SCP-5554 • SCP-7747 • SCP-7226 • SCP-4412 • SCP-5955 • SCP-4939 • SCP-4846 • SCP-4542 • SCP-5071 • SCP-8448 • SCP-5095 • SCP-4208 • SCP-8881 • SCP-7262 • Tales/GoI Formats A Talk With a Stranger in the Forest • You Have a Doppelgänger. • THAT DAY. • Open anissist2.0? • Messaging Crustaceans • Her Final Thoughts • You Took Away my— • Scarlett's Letters • Flowers Growing Through the Wood • Eric’s Journal • Capture Hi(s Heart)m • Other Dr. Mew’s Personnel File • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7787" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7787. Licensed under CC-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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Thumbnail (tracker: https://imgur.com/aNtG4ny) close Info X SCP-7788 Asphodel Written by Felixou and Jack Waltz — Check out Felixou's author page — — Check out Jack Waltz's author page — Doorway leading into SCP-7788. ITEM #: SCP-7788 OBJECT CLASS: THAUMIEL Special Containment Procedures: Following a proposal made by SCP-7788's lead researcher, Dene Walterson, it is now being used as a break room. The door leading into SCP-7788 has been installed with a keycard reader and is accessible to all personnel present at Site-188 with Level 1 or higher clearance. Its object class has been revised to Thaumiel for this reason. Description: SCP-7788 is a Type-B2 pocket dimension in the East Wing of Level 2 (subterranean) at Site-188, accessible through the entrance to what was initially a storage closet holding standard janitorial supplies. The anomaly spontaneously emerged on August 12, 1998, under unknown circumstances; investigation into what caused its appearance is of low priority. Currently, it is believed that SCP-7788's manifestation owes to the high concentration of various anomalous spatial phenomena on-site. SCP-7788 is a non-Euclidean space, presumably limitless in size, with the interior resembling a vast wheat field. From within the dimension, it appears that its egress is the same door that was used to enter, fitted onto a doorframe. There are no abnormal features within this environment, and time also moves similarly and conforms to baseline reality. The vast majority of meteorological activity within SCP-7788 is composed of clear, sunny skies. However, it is not uncommon to encounter overcast, windy, and, in rare instances, rainy weather. If an individual travels a sufficient distance away from the exit to get lost and be unable to find their way back, they will begin to acquire an extremely accurate and innate sense of direction allowing them to return to the doorway and depart should they wish to do so. Addendum: Attached below is a transcript of events which were recorded by a camera planted inside SCP-7788, near its entrance. It shows the first instance of the anomaly being utilised for recreational purposes, which was carried out by Junior Researcher Dene Walterson, who is solely responsible for research efforts into SCP-7788. < BEGIN LOG > [The doorway at the edge of the feed opens and Walterson steps into SCP-7788.] [He closes the door and drags a white folding lawn chair behind him, walking a dozen paces into the field before finally coming to a stop in the middle of a small clearing.] [He places it down and sets it up.] [Walterson remains standing for little under a minute, watching the moist dirt and trampled wheat stems below, before eventually pulling out a digital voice recorder from inside his lab coat's pocket.] [He takes a seat on the chair and leans backwards, slouching in the process.] [He takes the voice recorder in both hands and presses several buttons on it before letting his arms drop towards the ground while he still held the device in his right hand.] [Walterson's head falls backwards and he begins watching the cloudless blue sky above absentmindedly.] [He presses a single button on the device.] [It begins playing.] Good morning, this is Dene Walterson, a junior researcher at One-Eight-Eight! I've just been assigned to lead a research project, today, on the thirteenth, of August. I'll be… by myself, and I'll be looking into the manifestation of Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight. Everything's low-budget too, so I'll have to make do with what I've gone and cut corners I suppose. [Chuckles.] The thing's just a wheat field from what the documentation says but it could really get me some recognition you know, for figuring something out. I could even get myself a raise or another step closer to a promotion if I'm lucky. Haven't gone in to check it out… yet. I'll have to go in there eventually but you never know, it's something new and I don't really want to take my chances. [Bleep.] [A few seconds pass before the next recording begins playing.] It's the nineteenth, of August, and this is my very first update on the Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight research project! Well, anyways, uh, I started with the obvious, the janitor himself. The one that used this closet the most and went missing when Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight appeared. Name's Gabriel Cole, thirty-one, no parents, good at his job, uh, got recruited about five years ago. Apparently, he's got a relative, a top dog at Oh-Six, who likely got the job here at One-Eight-Eight for ol' Gabriel. Their personnel file's locked under Level Four clearance though, so I won't be getting anything else about 'em, for now. The janitor was last seen, wouldn't you know it, going into the closet. Haven't found the man anywhere after that so, for now, he's the biggest suspect that could be linked to Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight's creation as I said earlier. And, yeah, some other janitor went in to find the field a few hours later. I've started looking into the guy's family, excluding the relative of course. A, uh, distant cousin of his has some mild ontokinetic capabilities, they're a low-grade reality bender. It's possible Gabriel's also got some latent abilities that he's not aware of. Maybe did something to the closet without realising it. Though… that explanation has its own problems. You'd need to be a top-class reality bender to just create an isolated dimension of this size within an enclosed location, not to mention how long it's lasted without breaking down. Those don't just pop out of nowhere. We would have noticed if it did. And there's also a small little detail I was able to find after a lot of digging. Gabriel's father used to own a wheat field out in the country when he was young. It was terribly long ago, but I'll still go check it out in a few days. Might have something to do with Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight. Oh, yeah, I guess I should also mention I went inside. Sent a D-Class to walk around the door on the other side and see if there were any traps of some sort. Came up with nothing. Sent him out a distance away from the door too, figured out there was some mental compass deal to this thing, helps you find your way back to the exit if you get lost. That's it for this update. [Bleep.] [Pause.] Twenty-fifth, August. The wheat field's gone. There's a parking lot there now. Frederick Cole, Gabriel's father, left no paperwork, no records, no nothing at all about his little field. Nothing but some old photograph I found. Sent it to the RAISA office here to be restored and digitized. I'll say the picture's pretty similar to Seven-Seven-Eight-Eight. But hey, every wheat field looks the same to me. I suppose this is a dead end now, I'll have to go looking for something else, some other lead… [Pause.] The cameras. [Bleep.] [Pause.] Twenty-ninth of August, fourth log. I've pored over every little piece of CCTV footage that's got Cole in it. From his job interview, to him cleaning containment cells and mopping every last surface of this floor, looking for anything at all that might catch my eye. God, I could sleep for a day if I just conked out right now. Even with all the hours of footage I went through, I only really found one little detail worth mentioning. On the twelfth of February, nineteen-ninety-five, he walked into the East Wing's D-Class holding section per his standard routine. Nothing out of the ordinary, until one of 'em tried talking to him from their cell. He responded, and it just turned into a conversation from there. He kept on cleaning, but they kept on talking. There didn't seem to be any insults thrown around, just a normal conversation, as good as any other. They talked every day for the next three years. Might not have something to do with the anomaly. Maybe I'm just mentioning it cause there wasn't anything else of interest in all that footage. [Pause.] But it's somewhere to start, right? [Bleep.] [The chair creaks.] [Walterson sighs.] [He closes his eyes.] Thirtieth, August. Fifth update… [Pause.] You know, at any other Site, hoping that a D-class would be alive for, what, three years, would be a goddam joke. But this isn't a big facility, we've only got a little over a dozen of 'em, and we don't just send 'em to the meat grinder for no reason. The D-Class… they—she, she's Laurene Bello, thirty-three, ID's, um, fifty-nine-seventy-eight. [Pause.] She died yesterday. Sudden cardiac arrest. It wasn't some… anomaly. Not anything horrific. Just a… silent death, a quiet one… in bed. [Pause.] Tried asking the guard stationed at the holding cells if he knew anything about her. Said he never really cared enough to talk to 'em. [Pause.] The universe really is playing with me here. And the universe won. [There is a minute of silence.] [Bleep.] [Walterson remains motionless.] [A breeze rolls through the field, hitting Walterson. His hair brushes over his face and the wheat spikes shake and rustle.] [The wind blows past. The rustling stops.] [Several minutes pass.] [Walterson opens his eyes. He adjusts his posture and sits up straight on the chair, pushing his hair back, away from his face.] [He takes the recording device in both hands again and he watches it intently for a short period of time.] [He presses a button. A red blinking light is seen.] [Walterson takes a deep breath. His mouth is ajar, ready to speak.] [He exhales, softly, and purses his lips. His grip on the device loosens.] [Walterson looks up and gazes towards the horizon. He gets up and slowly rests the recorder on the seat of the chair. He puts both hands inside his pockets and slowly trudges forward, pushing aside the stems of wheat around him and treading over their bases.] [He stops.] [Searching through his back pocket he produces a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He pulls one out and places it in his mouth, holding on to it with his lips while he placed the pack back inside his pocket. He takes the lighter and ignites the cigarette. Walterson throws the lighter into his coat pocket and takes a huff. He exhales.] [The wind picks up again. The wheat moves once more and shines golden under the sun. Ash breaks off and the smoke drifts away, following the direction of the wind. Walterson resumes walking.] [Walterson is too far away for his actions to be seen clearly. He climbs a small hill, slowed down by the incline.] [He reaches the top and continues walking down the slope, past the horizon.] [Walterson can no longer be seen.] [The recording device continues blinking.] [Another gust of wind sweeps by.] < END LOG > [ OPEN FILE ATTACHMENT ] [ CLOSE ] The interior of SCP-7788. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7788" by Felixou and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7788. Licensed under CC-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: door.png Name: Aspirador Author: Daniel Lobo License: CC0 1.0 Universal (CC0 1.0) Public Domain Dedication Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Edited by Jack Waltz Filename: wheat.png Name: Classic Kansas field of waving wheat. Author: Carol M. Highsmith, Rawpixel Ltd License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Edited by Felixou Filename: asphodel-white.png Author: Felixou, Carol M. Highsmith, Rawpixel Ltd License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Filename: wheat.png Name: Classic Kansas field of waving wheat. Author: Carol M. Highsmith, Rawpixel Ltd License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: Flickr
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The anomaly covered by this document has appeared recently. At the time of writing, 10 hours and 24 minutes have elapsed from event IMPACT. This file is thus likely to be edited during the upcoming hours. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 7789 Level3 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Footage previous to event IMPACT, already affected by the anomalous capabilities of SCP-7789. Notice the impactor near the upper left corner of the image. Special Containment Procedures: An exclusion area of 3 kilometers in width has been established around SCP-7789. The exclusion area has been occupied by Foundation personnel, who are to enforce lockdown for civilians inhabiting the area and impede the entrance to SCP-7789. Civilians residing within the exclusion area are to be gradually relocated to temporary camps and amnesticized. Official announcements and media coverage are to be manipulated to portray SCP-7789 as non-anomalous. Description: SCP-7789 refers to a 150 km2 area that gained anomalous properties following event IMPACT, encompassing the majority of Barcelona city and some parts of bordering cities1. Event IMPACT is the designation given to the meteorite impact that took place on 7:26 of 02/17/2023 in Barcelona. The impactor was not identified by satellites before entering the atmosphere and is presumed to be anomalous itself, although very little data has been collected about the object. SCP-7789 is affected by a selectively inverted gravitational field. While buildings, atmosphere and terrain are unaffected, solid objects not secured to the ground are accelerated toward the sky by this field. Liquids display varying behavior depending on the nature of the liquid. SCP-7789 interferes with electrical technology, rendering it unusable within its interior. Temperatures between 25 and 35 degrees celsius have been recorded inside SCP-7789, which are abnormally high in contrast to the usual winter temperatures in Barcelona. This temperature difference has caused strong air currents at ground level. Research is ongoing. Addendum 7789-1: Exploration-7789-1 mission report. On 15:33, MTF Sigma-9 "Valkyries" entered SCP-7789 on a reconnaissance mission. Due to the electrical anomaly associated with SCP-7789, it has not been possible to record the exploration. Attached is the report of mission leader Agent Robinson, which was recorded in audio format soon after the team returned. Vela Hotel Five of us went in today. Carl, Hall, Vidal, Markov, and me, each of us carrying our hang glider. We took off from a ship near the border of the skip. The air going into it should carry us fast enough to reach Vela sufficiently high to land. Hell if that worked. The wind was way stronger than anybody expected and too hard to control. Carl missed the window and hit right with the wall, then fell to the sky. Hall also failed to hit the window, but thank god she didn't end up the same. She just fell from three floors height, breaking her leg. Vidal damaged his glider during landing, there's no way he can come through the currents backward with it. We aided Hall the best we could, then left the skip with her, leaving Vidal waiting for rescue. We didn't explore the skip. Higher-ups might reprimand me for not doing so, but I could not force my team any further after that landing. But we did find out something after all. There is not a single living human in that hotel. Only rotten corpses. Addendum 7789-2: Recovery mission. On 16.19, the recovery mission for agent Vidal was dispatched towards the rendezvous, room 1907 of Vela hotel. Inside the room, agents found the following journal: Hello, Vidal here. If you are reading this, I'm probably long dead. After the rest of the team left, I waited for the rescue for hours. But nobody came. After I had waited for god knows how long, I noticed that the Sun had not moved since we arrived. Not a damn inch. So, long story short, time here doesn't work as it should, it passes way more slowly than outside. Fuck. At least I have food and water here. When I noticed how fucked up the situation was, I patched my glider the best I could and used it to reach this warehouse from Vela. Here I've found water and conserves to last a few weeks, the pen I'm writing with, and this notebook. Judging the state of the food here and the corpses back at Vela, it seems that it's been more than a decade. God. Years here and only a few hours outside. The more I think about my chances to escape this hell, the less realistic I find them. There's no way the glider can go back through the currents in its state. Waiting for recovery isn't an option either since water and food won't last enough. I'm going to die alone, aren't I? It's been three days since I last wrote, if days make any sense here. Food and water will last, even if they taste awful. Anyways, dear whoever-you-are, let me tell you about myself. I grew up in this city. I was once a regular cop who did well fighting a monster I can't even remember. The black suit guys then hired me to deal with their shit. Back when I joined the Foundation, my biggest fear was dying far away from home, killed by eldritch monsters in some strange land. But I'm just going to starve to death in my very own city. You see, the worst part of dying slowly is having time to think about it. Damn, I'd sure love to swap places with Carl, wherever he's now. It's sure better than this cheap upside-down warehouse. Hey there. I won't even try to tell how long it's been since the last time. I'll just say I've had time to think: on this place, on the future, on what I have and have not done, on family, friends, and everything in between… and on death. Now I know that self-pity won't take me anywhere. Crying won't either. We came here with a mission: surveillance. The duty lasts, even If it's only me now. I'm setting off after I wake up. The higher-ups said the crater was close to the Sagrada Família, so at least I know where to go. Goodnight, even if the Sun's still low down in the sky. Good morning pal. Now that I'm through my inside shit, let me tell you about the one outside. This meteorite did a lot more than the description said. First, the time alteration. But there's more. Some plants have sprouted around the area. No common plants, though. Immense roots, from half to two feet wide, hanging off the floor and crawling on the buildings. Some trunks have massive leaves hanging from them, large enough for me to stand on. Both roots and leaves are comprised of the same material, pitch black in color. Its touch is unlike anything I've seen, and its surface cold like ice. Whatever this plant is, I'm sure it's not from Barcelona. But, be them earthly or not, I can use these roots and leaves to cross the chasms between buildings. I can't fall into the abyss yet. I have a mission to complete, and it's time to hit the road. It's been a while since I left the warehouse. Moving is tough, there aren't as many bridge trunks and leaves as I'd like. At least I came across a nice fire axe, really good at breaking doors. With it on my side, reaching any window from inside its building is simple. The bad part is that the flats are… rough. Furniture smashed against its own weight, buried under an inch of dust. Some apartments have corpses inside, the bodies of those who preferred to die of thirst than to throw themselves into the abyss. I guess you can imagine. Of the anomalies I've faced, this is by far the most far-fetched one. Jesus, it has killed a thousand times as many people as any other anomaly I know about. It's overwhelming, but I gotta keep my head up until I've done what I came for. Let's keep going. I'm sitting on a balcony in front of França station, feet facing the sky. I can't deny that flipped gravity and weird vegetation give a twist to modernist architecture. But it's awkward to see it like this, so foreign and so own at once. When I was young, back in high school, I used to come here frequently. Just another stop in my daily commute. I eventually forgot to appreciate the beauty of this place. Trains kept coming in and out all day and night, leaving and picking up swarms of people. The crowds are now gone, but the station remains, standing against time. And it remains, in some way, more magnificent than ever. Damn, one must be desperate to find beauty in this hell. I guess I'm that one, aren't I? Well, I should get going. At least it seems that from here onward, leaves will be more abundant and streets more narrow, so moving should get easier. I've progressed some more. I left Arc the Triomf behind a while ago, and I'm now going deeper into the Eixample. Even with the grid-like structure of this neighborhood, the streets are beginning to get hard to recognize. The black greenery is taking over more and more buildings as I progress towards the city center. Sun barely filters between the leaves here, and I'm starting to use concrete bridges to cross vegetation gaps, not the opposite. Moreover, the buildings now look even more ruined, as if more time had passed. I guess the time-slowing does get stronger the deeper into the city. The heat they warned us about is getting annoying, even under the leaves' shadow. But, given that this place has been decades under the Sun, shouldn't it be even hotter? I guess this is the plant's doing, as with everything else. It's funny how a single extraterrestrial vegetable could crush Barcelona, a city that endured countless wars and pandemics. The point is that, with the degrading state of this place, the odds of falling to the sky increase with every step I take, and the strong winds do not help. I cannot risk falling due to some slippery root or crumbling ceiling. Fortunately, Passeig the Gràcia is only a couple hundred meters ahead, and there's a subway station right there. If my memory serves me well, there's a line that can take me directly from Passeig to Sagrada Família. If I'm lucky, gravity will be fine in the underground. Creuem dits, company. 2. In retrospect, I shouldn't have come down here. If what I've seen until now was horrible, this is… I can't even find words for it. It turns out that gravity did flip in here too, and it did so during peak hours. All the subways, crowded with commuters, crashed at the same time. Most people didn't make it out of their wagons, I can't even see the floor in some of them. If I hadn't left Barcelona to join the Foundation, I'd have probably ended like them. It would not be that bad if it weren't for this smell… It's worse than anything you can imagine. I used some cloth to cover my mouth and nose for a while, but the stench reached anyway. At least I have this improvised torch with me, so I can see the corpses before tripping with them. It's not much, but it is something. I've progressed two stops for now, though there are three more left. Only two stations and I had to rush to the surface to breathe fresh air. But relaxing up here won't make me any closer to Sagrada Família. I must keep going. See you there, friend. Here I am, sitting right at the subway exit. I can see the core up close from here and it's… damn. This is hard to describe with any words I know. I guess I'll just try my best. The whole Sagrada Família has been obliterated by the impact. The crater measures at least 300 meters in diameter, but it's hard to tell as its edges have been blurred out over time. In the middle, there's this tree, the center of the whole plant. Tall as a redwood, with its branches stretching across half of the crater, way further than one would expect them to. And in the middle, surrounded by the arms of the three, there's some form of… energy. A dark aura shaped like a disk, vibrating so strong that makes the wind feel like breeze at its side, just while spinning rapidly around itself. Yet it feels incomplete. There's a large gap between the branches and the disk, as if it still needed to expand outwards. And… it even seems like you could see through the energy, like there was something behind. But I'm not sure, and I can't see well from this far away, so take all this with a grain of salt. Although I'm sure the plant must have been building up all this for years: the roots and leaves collected the heat and light the Sun gave them. And the temporal anomaly gave them those years. Gravitational and electrical anomalies are there to make sure nobody gets to know what I now know: that this meteorite is charging up something. Something so damn terrible it could end the world. Be it a bomb, a portal, or one of those weird thaumaturgic rituals, I don't care what it is. I just want you, Foundation, to destroy this monster. Not only to evade a cataclysm but to honor this city. To honor the people of Barcelona. People who have endured wars and repression for centuries. Anything else would be scoffing at their deaths. And I don't care if crushing the core might tear down the veil or if it might anger some governments. You must do it because you have no other option. But, in the end, all this is up to you. My part of this play ends when I get this notebook back to Vela, and it's about time I get going. Back to the beginning. I'm sitting where we landed, the sun as low as my first day here. Everything looks the same, but it isn't all the same. I've changed. Before, I said that the worst part of a slow death was being able to think about death itself. But that's wrong. The worst part is remembering all the experiences you should have lived, all the friends you won't see again, and those who you won't ever meet, whoever they are. But that's how the world is. Maybe I was bound to get stranded in this place, it was my fate as a Barceloní. On the other hand, this journal might save the world. But that responsibility is not on me anymore. However, it is in my hands to decide how to leave. I first thought of ending this journal with the previous page, but… I want to say goodbye to everyone, as it's unlikely I'm coming back. Nobody I care about will have the clearance to read this journal, so I'm writing these words with the hope that you can tell them some of it, whoever you are. Please. Tell Robinson he's been the best captain I've had, both inside and outside the battlefield. Remember him to be as nice to the next recruits as he was to me, and not to mix their powder with glitter. Damn, that was a good one, it got me laughing even now. Then tell the rest of MTF that it was a damn pleasure. Both to be a Valkyrie and to do so at their side. I couldn't find a better team, even if I hadn't died here. Also, tell Hall to get well soon. I know how badly she hates being in a hospital bed. And… tell Martha that when I hurt my hand, it was not in a fight. It was me punching the wall when they told me she was getting trespassed. Remember her that she'll always have a saved spot here at the Valkyries, for whenever she can come back. Ironically, there are plenty of vacancies to cover right now. Finally, tell them all that, even though I would've changed some details, I wouldn't have chosen to live any other life. Now it's about time I stop crying and get going. I still have one card left to play, waiting for me back at the core. Remember when I said I could see something through the energy? Let's find out what that was. Wish me luck, friend. See you soon, Adrià Vidal. On 17:34, a second exploration was dispatched with the mission to overfly the core of SCP-7789 in order to check agent Vidal's claims. The team members confirmed the description of the crater featured in the agent's journal. The destruction of the core of SCP-7789 via anomalous weaponry is now pending O5 approval. Footnotes 1. Namely Badalona, l'Hospitalet, Cornellà, Sant Adrià and Santa Coloma. 2. Catalan wording for "Cross your fingers, comrade" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7789" by gaussian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7789. Licensed under CC-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-7790 — Orientation Written by Roundabouts and NielleiN. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF SITE-94's ADMINISTRATION The following file concerns an anomaly that is currently under investigation. Documentation may be inaccurate. SCP-7790 Item#: SCP-7790 Level4 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Fig 1.1 — Matanuska-Susitna, circa 1992. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7790 is currently contained within an HS3-Class1 containment locker at Site-94. Access to the anomaly's containment chamber is limited to Level 5 personnel authorized by a member of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7790 denotes the remains of a humanoid automaton of unknown origin, most of which was previously located within an abandoned factory in Matanuska-Susitna Borough, Alaska. SCP-7790 is partially functional. At random times, the anomaly will become active and simultaneously do the following before deactivating: Broadcast a series of radio transmissions through its speakers; Spontaneously manifest and demanifest a set of unrelated objects within a 100m radius; Violently rub the floor with its feet. SCP-7790's back is heavily damaged, although the word "DIVISION" can still be seen visibly burned onto its surface. Addendum 7790-1 — 28.10.1989 The following log contains a series of notable transmissions and objects created by SCP-7790. Joint designations refer to the objects and transmissions manifested along periods of activation. For a comprehensive list, please contact your local RAISA liaison. Joint Designation: #QJ4859/N Object Description: An English muffin, lightly buttered. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "Welcome to the SCP Foundation. I'll be performing your orientation today." (Silence. This is followed by a wet, squelching noise.) [00:12] — "The initials stand for Secure, Contain, Protect." (The squelching noise keeps increasing in volume before ceasing entirely.) [00:20] — "Or Special Containment Procedures." (Somebody is heard pouring water. Gargles are heard before the transmission falls silent.) [00:29] — "We do both things. We secure things, contain things, protect things. We also make special containment procedures." (The transmission speeds up.) [00:43] — "May I suggest the donut? Those croissants seem a bit outdated." (The sound of a man coughing and choking can be heard.) [00:49] — "Mhm. Okay." (A soft object can be heard being tucked onto a bag. A laugh track can be heard intertwined with this noise.) [00:56] — "That's a good pick. So we're both off to a good start, I see? Good. Welcome to the SCP Foundation." (SCP-7790 ceases activity as a jazzy tune is heard.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 3 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #PW1290/C Object Description: An unopened box of tissues. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A robotic voice can be heard.) [00:01] — TAPE FIVE, LESSON SIX. MEETING FELLOW PERSONNEL. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:09] — "Before we begin the orientation, why don't we get to know each other?" (Silence. This is followed by a buzzing sound.) [00:15] — "I'll ask a few questions. In school, they call these icebreakers." (The buzzing noise keeps increasing in volume before ceasing entirely.) [00:24] — "I'm going to break open the ice around your heads to get to the meat inside." (Laughing is heard.) [00:33] — "Yeah, that's a good punchline. Just kidding though." [00:38] — "Well, to start it off, what's your favorite color? Everyone says blue, but that's just cause they don't know how pretty red is." (The transmission slows down.) [00:47] — "Oh, shit. Is that blood? I didn't mean it." (The remainder of the transmission starts and stops erratically.) [00:55] — "How many of y'all have ever had an alcohol problem? Drugs? Gambling? Give me something to work with here." (A loud beeping sound is heard.) [01:04] — "That's good. Addictions are perfectly healthy when you're working here. Keeps you nice and loyal." [01:14] — "I think that's everything on my question list. I don't really need to learn anymore about you. I don't give enough of a shit. To be honest, you all could be cremated in smokestacks and I wouldn't care. I'd just send in a request for more of you. Because everyone's replaceable. Remember that. Just so you know." (Silence.) [01:34] — "Oh, am I oversharing? Sorry." (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 39 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #DW9013/J Object Description: A single electric shock bracelet, broken and rusted. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "And here's where we have our guys." [00:07] — "We put numbers on them, shave them, feed them, supply them." (Silence.) [00:16] — "In exchange, they let us do our tests on them." (Long pause.) (The sound of a man vomiting is heard.) [00:23] — "What's wrong?" (A male voice begins to speak.) [00:25] — "Oh, Jesus Christ. That-" (The female interrupts them.) [00:28] — "Yeah, that's fine. Don't be such a baby." [00:33] — "Don't worry about it. They'll be gone by the end of the month so you don't have to bother seeing them that often." [00:38] — "They're criminals. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth." (A cracking noise is heard, followed by the sound of a man weeping.) [00:42] — "It's not wise to get too close." (More silence. After 20 seconds, the screaming stops.) [01:05] — "You don't need to care what happens to them. I mean, Hermann here is a POW. Isn't that something?" (The man answers. Their voice is hoarse.) [01:09] — "It definitely is." (Following this, SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 13 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #ER4956/Y Object Description: A bottle of 1960s Class-F amnestics. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard. Their voice is soothing.) [00:00] — "Pick up the white pill." [00:07] — "Don't worry. It's strawberry-flavored. It tastes really, really good." (Silence.) [00:16] — "Trust me." (Long pause.) (A male voice can be heard.) [00:21] — "I…" (The female attempts to calm them.) [00:23] — "Shh, shh, shh, shh… It's okay. Just take it. And swallow it. It's not that bad." (Silence.) (Wet, guttural noises are heard.) (The female continues.) [00:36] — "That's how you do it." (More silence. After 16 seconds, a swallowing sound can be heard.) [00:54] — "Good, good. That's how it goes." [01:02] — "That's how we all do it here. With those amnesiacs. You'll be okay. Just learn how to do it with those people." (A lullaby can be heard coming from the transmission. The tune is distorted and seems to cut at random intervals.) [01:27] — "Here concludes your monthly amnesiac orientation program. We wish you a very pleasant night." (A jazzy tune plays before cutting midway.) (Following this, SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 38 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #GE2333/O Object Description: A broken porcelain coffee mug. The mug's bottom contains a cold, molten marshmallow. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "And over here is the most important room in the entire facility." [00:07] — "The rec room. I think we'll take a break from the tour here. You seem pretty thirsty." (The sound of rushing wind is heard.) [00:18] — "There's a ton of choices for drinks. Wait, wait. I'll make you some hot chocolate." [00:17] — "I know a great recipe." (A dehydrated, deep-voiced, low-pitched man begins speaking slowly.) [00:26] — "…Oh, thank you. That sure sounds nice. Did my mother ever make you hot chocolate, Evelyn?" (Silence. The woman from before begins speaking.) [00:34] — "No. No, she didn't. You never had a mother." [00:41] — "Don't you… Don't you remember?" [00:48] — "All your life, you've been living in this place. With us. You've always been." (Silence.) [00:58] — "Remember that. You should drink your cocoa though, or it'll get cold." (Short pause. Sipping can be heard. Following this, static plays over the background.) (The transmission falls silent for 15 seconds before continuing. The sound of a cup smashing is heard in the background.) [01:05] — "Are you all rested up yet?" [01:13] — "I see. Good. Now let's check out those missing fingers of yours." (Footsteps can be heard before SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 16 seconds. Additional Notes: After this message, frost was found on the back of SCP-7790. Joint Designation: #RW6208/I Object Description: A pair of white gloves. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:02] — "Let's get into the meat and potatoes. The big C. Containment. What working here actually looks like. When you're here, the key thing to remember is-" (Thirty seconds of static.) [00:33] — "Make an incision right there." (Forty seconds of an individual reading from the book 1984.) [01:14] — "Don't touch that dial now!" (Silence. The scene repeats once again. This is followed by four minutes of the sound of rat feet scratching the floor.) [06:17] — "You've got to find something lucky and stick with it." (Approximately two and a half minutes of the sound of something burning.) [08:49] — "No. No. Those cuts are too deep." (Thirty seconds of a woman yodeling. The sound is heavily distorted.) [09:21] — "Excellent for a beginner. Everything should be clear now." (A man vomits. Guttural noises can be heard.) Approximate Timespan: 9 minutes and 30 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #TK4920/B Object Description: Gingiva containing 13 teeth of various sizes. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "Howard." (Silence.) [00:04] — "Howard. The scalpel, please. There's a lot of that nasty, white gunk again." (A metallic clink is heard, followed by a wet sound. A muffled scream is heard in the background.) [00:13] — "Okay, that's a smooth cut. I think we're done with the mouth here." [00:23] — "First day's the hardest, right? You'll get used to it. Just give me a hand and you'll eventually get the hang of this." (A loud click is heard.) [00:44] — "Jesus Christ. Those dirty eyeballs are full of calcium and roots." [00:52] — "Howard. If you don't mind." (Silence.) [01:34] — "Thank you. You're learning fast." (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 37 seconds. Additional Notes: Following this transmission, SCP-7790 proceeded to open its chest cavity and eject a pulsating teratoma. The teratoma's surface was covered with teeth and a thin layer of calcium. Joint Designation: #AC5627/V Object Description: A small red umbrella. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:00] — "I know." [00:04] — "But it's unique. Look. This is one of the things that you'll find in this job." (Rustling paper is heard.) [00:08] — "Remember the word. From that movie." (A chuckle is heard. Following this, a deep-voiced man is heard talking.) [00:12] — "Super… Superkale… I- Uh. What was I saying?" (The sound of rain is heard. The storm is intense.) [00:20] — "It… It was a word. Supercalifornia? No, no. It's much more lively than that. Not so American. (Ripping paper is heard, followed by a dripping sound.) [00:34] — "It's… It was Polish. Or Finnish, I think." [00:43] — "Superhaltist. Suprafragalta. Soupstone. What… What was it?" (The man begins to slowly hyperventilate.) [00:52] — "Oh my god. I can't… I can't remember. It was there. I could remember… Back, back then. But then they took it away from me. They pulled it away. They…" (The transmission falls silent for 7 seconds before continuing, now dripping noises resonating across the background.) (A high-pitched, animated woman begins speaking.) [00:57] — "…ocious! Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious, if you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" (The female voice from before can be heard.) [01:13] — "I'm impressed you couldn't remember something like this, after so much time. Especially when this is not your first day." (The man can be heard speaking again.) [01:19] — "Oh, right. Haha, alright. That was it, alrighty. (Silence.) [01:26] — "Thank you, I guess?" (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 29 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #PH4756/Y Object Description: A Staedtler pencil. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:01] — "Most of the job is repetition. Once we've developed concrete protocol, we just continue using it." (Static plays.) [00:08] — "Thinking doesn't enter in the picture. Only repetition and procedures do, because thinking doesn't produce anything. For example, you need to sign your name right now." [00:15] — "Eventually we'll fully automate it, like in that Harlan Ellison story. But for now, we're stuck with you. And that means you've got to learn." (Static plays.) [00:26] — "Learn to numb yourself, not think, turn off your brain, autopilot, whatever you want to call it. Figuring out how to turn your eyes and brain to ash and how to forget that a child has a life. Living in an infinite present without context or morality, sociology, ethics, temporality. All of those words are made up things and just learn to ignore them." [00:45] — "Even learning to ignore the pain. Because pain is another one of those things. It's made up. And because there's no room for humanity while on the job." (Static plays.) [00:49] — "It's not too hard. All you need to do is to sign your name on the dotted line." (Silence.) [00:58] — "Yes, I know about your fingers. What do you want me to do about it?" (Silence.) [01:08] — "Good. I see promise in you. Okay." (SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 8 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #KF2930/X Object Description: A wooden chair. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:01] — "So, let's go down to the next interview question. This is an optional one, but …" [00:04] — "Do you believe in… God? Jesus? Allah? Whatever you call it." (Silence.) (A male voice can be heard.) [00:09] — "I…" (The female from before cuts them off.) [00:14] — "If you're uncomfortable, we can skip it. It's not important. I'm just curious." (Rapid taps can be heard upon a table.) (The male voice is heard again, sounding nervous.) [00:19] — "I don't know. I- I think I'm agn-" (Rustling paper is heard.) (The female interrupts again.) [00:22] — "That's quite concerning." [00:28] — "Like, uh. We have to believe in something. That's just how nature works." [00:31] — "Because… You know. There's always something watching over something. Caring for something." (A loud thump is heard.) [00:37] — "A mother watching over her baby. An engineer watching over his machines. A dictator watching over his people." (Silence.) [00:40] — "…I watch over you." (Short pause.) [00:44] — "Isn't it fascinating? I mean, it sounds kinda wholesome. It also is… To know that we're all the same in some way. A leech not being different from a human mind, soul and body; a mass of maggots gnawing over a corpse, not being different from a city full of human people? It's… It's engaging, in a way. So, uh… What was I saying before?" (Silence. The man begins hyperventilating.) [00:52] — "Uhm. Right." (Long pause. The sound of a burning fire resonates in the background.) (The female continues.) [00:55] — "You need to believe in something. For your own good." [00:59] — "Because there's something above, that needs to be believed in. In exchange for its care, and its love." (Silence.) [01:04] — "A god loves his church, and, uh… I hope you know where I'm going, uh huh. Yeah, I've done so much for you." (Chittering can be heard. The woman continues.) [01:10] — "I can be that something you… You never had. You know?" (More silence.) [01:14] — "Just don't think all I'm saying is a fetish or something. It's more normal than you'd think." (Following this, SCP-7790 ceases activity.) Approximate Timespan: 1 minute and 15 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Joint Designation: #RW6208/I Object Description: A Foundation Level 1 Access Card. It has been irreparably damaged and its original owner is unknown. Transmission Transcript: See below. (A female voice can be heard.) [00:02] — "So, what have we learned? I'll break it down for you." [00:13] — "You've learned about how to get rid of the what doesn't belong." [00:25] — "You've learned your place in the world." [00:44] — "You've figured out what things you need and what things you don't." [01:00] — "You know just how deep to cut with a scalpel." [01:06] — "I hope you've figured out the difference between people and disposables." [01:24] — "How to do your job and not ask questions." (Silence.) [01:40] — "Have you learned how much we love you?" (Approximately one hour of static intermingled with the sound of crickets chirping. Following this, a male voice can be heard. Their speech is slow and halting.) [1:00:56] — "…I have." (The female speaks.) [1:01:30] — "And that concludes our orientation. Welcome to the Department of Abnormalities." Approximate Timespan: 1 hour, 1 minute, and 32 seconds. Additional Notes: N/A. Footnotes 1. Highly Secured, Subterranean and Secluded. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7790" by Roundabouts and NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7790. Licensed under CC-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: Trimble Glacier 3.jpg Author: Leijurv License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-7792
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keter
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Name: Director Rudolf Lingrens Clearance Level: V Current Assignment: Site-102 Director History: Born 5/12/1976 in New York, NY, Dir. Lingrens was recruited out of university by the Foundation in 1999. He demonstrated expertise in the technical anomalies and was critical in combatting the Y2K Bug. Dir. Lingrens has been stationed at Site-102 since 2003, and was promoted to Director in 2008, following the death of Dir. Gilbert Greenworth in a folding chair accident. Dir. Lingens has been very successful in his role as Director. Dir. Lingrens is well-known for instituting a policy in which Site-102 purchases most of his produce from local farms, leading personnel to nickname him "the milk man". The following is a list of anomalies Dir. Lingrens has been involved in: Item #: SCP-7792 Special Containment Procedures: Pending. SCP-3774: First In Line Wow, it's really incredible to be here with you! I don't know what to say! Description: SCP-7792 is an atypical inverted Class-E "Momentary Lapse of Reason" Wormhole located at Site-102. Personnel have described the hole as shaped like Dir. Rudolf Lingens. SCP-7792 opens into a hypothetical null space that is inaccessible with modern technology. The mechanism by which Dir. Lingrens entered SCP-7792 is unknown. SCP-4012: The End Of The World Via Multiple K-Class Scenarios, Nuclear War, Aliens, And The Chaos That Follows This is fine. [FOUR DELETED FILES] SCP-3798: The Invention WHAT STOP HATH STOP GOD STOP WROUGHT STOP On 5/17/2023, Dir. Lingrens collapsed into SCP-7792. During this time, the surrounding area became extremely distorted and unstable. During the process, Dir. Lingrens repeatedly begged for mercy from an unknown entity. The incident lasted several minutes, during which, Dir. Lingrens appeared to be merging with SCP-7792 until there was no difference between them. The anomaly has since been stable. SCP-4053: There's A Disturbing Lack of Stories About Sadness I promise you that I won't judge. …Actually, never mind. I'm gonna judge. You're a disgusting, violent creature. [FIFTEEN DELETED FILES] SCP-5182: There Is Site-5 Site-5 exists. It has always existed. We just never saw it before now. There are so many things we never saw before now. Following this, Dir. Lingrens, his life, and accomplishments became highly antimemetic. This interfered with attempts to hold a funeral for him. Personnel repeatedly forgot the subject of the funeral and were only able to remember basic facts about Dir. Lingrens, most of which were inaccurate. Following several unsuccessful attempts to give a eulogy, Dr. Joseph Bates stated "goodbye to someone I never met". The remaining personnel proceeded to throw a retirement party for Dr. Thomas O'Hagan. Dir. Lingrens' family did not attend the funeral, primarily because they did not exist. SCP-6446: Miscommunicated All containment procedures within this document are expressly false. Personnel are to infer their containment duties from this fact. [THIRTEEN DELETED FILES] SCP-7777: Space Ulysses We bathe in a realm of stars and shooting quasars. Of possible worlds. Of life on other planets. The quantum entanglement is beautiful. Addendum: The investigation into SCP-7792 has revealed that Dir. Lingrens likely had never existed. There are no anomalies, personnel, or incidents related to Dir. Lingrens. No personnel have any memories of Dir. Lingrens. There is no evidence of any memetic, essophysical, temporal, pataphysical, ontokinetic, or semiospheric anomaly causing such an abnormality. Additionally, there is no such thing as an inverted Class-E wormhole. This file is scheduled for deletion on 5/19/2023. SCP-7333: Ƿ is for Ƿonderland SCP-7333 is only to interact with right brained personnel. All left brained personnel are to either be lobotomized or terminated. Unfortunately, it is impossible to determine which side is right and which is left. Efforts to mitigate this are ongoing. [SEVENTEEN DELETED FILES] SCP-J-J: It's not funny I don't know how to tell you this, but it's not funny. The joke is old. It's garbage. You're a shit comedian. Now get off the stage. It's not funny. Wait a sec? Yep. Still not funny. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION There never was a Dir. Rudolf Lingrens. He never existed. He was never there. All personnel are to forget what they have seen and sever the hole in reality from their memory. Once oblivion has been achieved, only then will we be able to piece together the fabric of coherency. Dir. Lingrens is inimical to this form of reality and therefore cannot exist within it. Dir. Lingrens is to be damned to the Wayback Machine. Screams emanating from SCP-7792 are to be ignored, as SCP-7792 produces no sound. There never was a Dir. Lingens. Repeat. There never was a Dir. Lingrens. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Lingrens' Proposal: Finality I'd like to thank you all for being here today. It's really something marvelous. Me. You. The Foundation. Everything. We're all a joke and this is the punchline. The end of containment, of the anomalous, of everything. Thanks for being here today. [TWENTY-TWO DELETED FILES] [THIRTY-SEVEN DELETED FILES] [EIGHT DELETED FILES] [TWO DELETED FILES] [DELETED FILES] [NARREMEPLEX UNSTABLE] [CURRENT STREAM OF LOGIC UNSTABLE] [RECALIBRATING] [RECALIBRATION UNSUCCESFUL] [FILES DELETED] [FIFTEEN DELETED FILES] [LOSS OF STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY] [EXISTENCE UNSUSTAINABLE] [DELETED FILES] [THERE IS NO DIRECTOR LINGRENS] [DELETION SUCCESFUL] [DISPLAYING FINAL VESTIGE] My Resignation From The Foundation, Effective Immediately I'm sorry, but it's been too long. I've been part of the Foundation for most of my life and I just can't do it anymore. So, goodbye. I'm deleting most of what I did. I want it to be like I was never here. See ya in the funny papers. « SCP-7791 | SCP-7792 | SCP-7793 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7792" by NielleiN, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7792. Licensed under CC-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-7793
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apollyon
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The tapes are too heavy. The words flood. The paper blurs. You play the first casette: “Today is the 13th. Yesterday I swear was like normal. I don’t understand anything.” Finally. It's quiet and secluded here. Sequestered from the festivals and rituals. Entrance. Rusted halls surround you. Your muffled footsteps and gentle creaking, your quiet breath, and idle ambience. There's something you can't remember to remember. You entwine with the corridors. Touch. Feel. Isn't it so wonderful here? Isn't it domestic here? Isn't it completely edgeless and devoid of straight lines here? Ever since you started feeling so out of place in the world, since things became so wrong, like some cool yellow haze. Like a child woven into the mud. Weaned not on milk. Destitute of relatability. There's something you can't remember to remember. Belonging is a dull dream. A sugary opiate. Drawn up inside, withdrawn from people who don't seem so much like the people you learned to live with. When did it all change? When were you left behind? Corrugated steel and decrepit tiles embrace you. It does for you what the sphere does for others. There's something you can't remember to remember. Suddenly, a cabinet. And a dresser. It's warm and damp here, slathered with the feeling of company. There are dents and torn sheets of corrugated steel, but you feel at peace here regardless. It's quiet, it's simple. It's away. Inhale. Exhale. There's a bulky envelope resting on the cabinet. Beside it is a vintage recorder with a cassette still inside. There's something you can't remember to remember. You pick up the envelope and open it. Inside is this document and two more cassettes. INDUSTRIAL HERS LACKADASICAL GEOMETRY SENESCENCE Hers relegate interim generally a the 37741 by flowered obstacle monolith. Eschatological foundry his proctor. SPHERE Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE. Orbit-@: SPHERE Orbit Pillow: Sofa (Liposuction Majestic) <- definitely keter Cyclical Corrugation Regenerator: Escalator you SPHERE resuscitate grass motor ytterbium masculine rock cocktail generally parking worst a, monolith solipsism, monochromatic, hybrid the octagon. SPHERE lackadaisical posterity much, generally a politics purple Genevieve mistletoe. Operatic reduction similar when me coprocessor magazine a wanting restaurant a the. Asterisk propane she tire track shovel French lackadaisical. Ytterbium a worst she the a cocktail, rock the a, gorgonian simple lackadaisical, jazz the a. Obstacle: SPHERE obstetrician orbit monochromatic lackadaisical the a Genevieve resuscitate masculine a. Locked albatross worst jazz bedding gray escalator. Hybrid the ulcerative grocery bin she, just polonium posterity lackadaisical. SPHERE multiplier generally, asterisk Genevieve she, the a obstacle corrugation. Orbit corrugation juxtaposition Genevieve primary. Orbit corrugation resuscitate convulse Orbit pillow his sofa monolith rectangle. SPHERE hypothesize mastermind she the it he wrong. Obstructive SPHERE signature it corrugation juxtaposition congeal resuscitate. Gestational hybrid triangle, SPHERE she the a corrugation juxtaposition. Lecture operatic hydroid spherical a she, obfuscated corrugation lackadaisical. SPHERE forested dividend philosopher, her corrugation juxtaposition goliath congeals. Accusatory: Philosophical bookshelf apartment a SPHERE the him Genevieve, Justinian. Oscillated dry orbit posterity propagate frustrated. Corrugation oscillated. Banking lackadaisical oscillated accusatory, per ytterbium Australia Oregon, jazz diphthong. Jason Stepham Repository etc SPHERE corrugation increment diphthong a she the Genevieve albatross. She kaleidoscope, a lackadaisical the orbit obfuscated operatic corrugation, ellipses juxtaposition very. Defibrillator-X: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. <- containment breach ? Defibrillator-Z: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. XKQ Philosophical forest. Defibrillator-Q: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. XZW Philosophical forest. Orbit XMMQ she Orbit XKKL corrugation juxtaposition, signatory dividend XXC Philosophical forest. Defibrillator-K: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. JQX Philosophical forest. Defibrillator-J: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. XJJQ Philosophical forest. Grocery-XK ulcerative. Corrugation hybrid obfuscated QXXKZ formality forest. Defibrillator-L: Ytterbium Ohio Mogadishu hospitalized corrugation regenerator bureaucrat. Corrugation safeguard. Masculine rhapsodic corrugation, juxtaposition congeal. JXXQ philosophical forest. The tapes are too heavy. The words flood. The paper blurs. You play the first cassette. Cassette One "May 13th" _ + Audio Transcript- Close Is this thing fucking working? Right, hold on.. oh okay Um, so, well I feel kind of awkward. Like I'm crazy talking to myself My name is uh, Winston Middelberg, I'm a Junior Researcher at, well it doesn't matter anyways. Fuck! You got this Winny Ok! Okokokokokok So. Something's all fucked up, everything's all fucked up, I don't know how to describe it. Everything changed. Today is the 13th. Yesterday I swear was normal, not like this. I don't understand anything Nobody talks to me either It's all just… wrong The site plays this awful loud music everywhere, and every 5 minutes it repeats this phrase “Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE.” Everyone says it after every fucked up sentence too. I just I don't know what the fuck it means. Its gotta be a breach right? But I have fuck all for clearance. I'm just some guy who works as a glorified aide We got a new acquisition, or we were supposed to, I don't know That has to be it, right? I don't know, I don't know. I have this sinking feeling like I found something I'm not supposed to I gotta go. It ends. You guide your hand to the next. Cassette Two "May 23rd" _ + Audio Transcript- Close Jason that rat fucking bastard! Fucked up they dont let us know about this. Sorry I'll keep it short this time The letters on these papers are all fucked up too, but the pictures are still pictures right? Right. You can't see it. I'm hunkering in the Site 196 ruins to get some answers. I saw the picture and I could tell from the layout it was a breach report. Sometimes you just know, you just know (trailing off, dazed) You just know, you just know. You just know, you just know. But how can you know you know, if you don't even know if you know anything you know. You just know, you just know. I don't fucking know Jason knew. Probably too much. There it is, that sound. I don't know what it is I don't know if I want to know. It's off in the trees, in the air, filling the silence between paragraphs. Far away. What were we even doing? I hope it stays away What exactly is it you want to go back to? _ You turn the page.There's something you can't remember to remember. Defibrillator-C: Corrugation regenerator species. She a the obfuscate lackadaisical increment. Hers ytterbium apple Pillow-5 automobiles. True she a the. Laser: Just philosophical dare. Consult she SPHERE just philosophical dare consult. She SPHERE. <Diverge Campsite> Ohio Mogadishu: Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE? Australia Oregon: Just philosophical, dare consult! She SPHERE. Just philosophical. Ohio Mogadishu: Dare consult she SPHERE, just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE just. [Philosophical dare consult she.] Australia Oregon: SPHERE, just philosophical. Dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical dare consult she, SPHERE just philosophical dare. Ohio Mogadishu: Consult! Australia Oregon: She SPHERE just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical. Dare consult she SPHERE. Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE. Ohio Mogadishu: Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE. Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE Just philosophical dare. Consult she SPHERE just, philosophical, dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical. Dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical. Dare consult she SPHERE just philosophical dare! Consult she SPHERE! Just philosophical dare, consult she SPHERE just philosophical, dare consult she SPHERE. this is when everything started changing -> -> -> Australia Oregon: Just philosophical dare consult? She SPHERE just. Philosophical dare consult she SPHERE Just philosophical. Ohio Mogadishu: Dare consult she SPHERE just, philosophical dare? Consult she SPHERE. Australia Oregon: Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE. SPHERE: Just philosophical dare consult she SPHERE. all personnel must what? <Just Philosophical> Dare: Consult she SPHERE. Defibrillator-Y: Corrugation juxtaposition congeal. may twelth it changed everything if you can understand this, play the casettes The last tape. It stares at you like an open mouth. Paper crumples in your hand. There's something you can't remember to remember. You push it in. Unlabelled Cassette, still in recorder. _ + Audio Transcript- Close That's what's written down. It's a mess, isn't it? I mean, fuck. You know, it was crazy watching everything switch all of a sudden. Batshit fucking crazy. Everything suddenly meant a new thing, and the old everything was nothing, and nothing was everything. Everything changed to match now. My brain hurts just fucking thinking about it. And then there's me. And probably a few others. I'm nothing, less than nothing. A something that was left behind when everything become nothing and nothing became everything. That mess there is what's real. They don't see it like that. They don't see how messed up everything is. Once it came, everything changed. I liked my job, I liked my job, fuck I liked my job. It's like, how do I say it? Fuck, I can't think straight. Hold on, I need to… Okay Okay This area is It knows we lingered, it does. Everyone else goes about their lives, seeing their purposes as natural, but we, we're the ones that know. Like Jason said that one time, we are, fuck, we are burdened! Burdened with the truth. I've got this recorder here. And this notebook, so I can write shit down. But I can tell you everything started with that sphere. that stupid fucking thing they should've left it where they found it But! But, You may find me buried in some ruined facility but you will find this alive and well in a parcel, taped to the files. I'm not a lunatic. They'll erase my body, make me nothing but something that was never anything. They isn't the right word. I'm not making sense. This is it Winnie, you've finally lost it. Lost your articulation. Running for so long will do that. I watched my whole world change and here I am, stuck in an existence that doesn't exist anymore. I can't see things the way they do anymore. I lived in a universe created in our image, and I saw that universe recreated in something else's image. They will never really know the world they live in like we do. We're the only ones that know I I don't have much time left, do I? I mean, I knew it would end eventually. I knew my luck would run out eventually. But. Is this really all there is? I spend my last moments as an extant concept pooled in some corridor. Alone? I have to sit and wait for it to come and find me..? That's all I get? Fuck. I can hear it coming. Slowly coming. It's getting faster now. Faster, and faster. Can you hear it? It's almost here, it's getting fast It's- More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-3169 • SCP-7419 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-6541 • SCP-8010 • SCP-7541 • SCP-7471 • SCP-8541 • SCP-7151 • SCP-7575 • SCP-8332 • SCP-8031 • SCP-7783 • SCP-8465 • SCP-7811 • Tales/GoI Formats Other Fear of Death • SCP-POUF •
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SCP-7794
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Item #: SCP-7794 Special Containment Procedures: I/O INDIGO ILLOGIC is to monitor police records and online sources for possible SCP-7794 manifestations. Occurrences of SCP-7794 are to be documented, and victims, if alive, are to be amnesticized and released, following mnestic therapy and debriefing. Expired victims of SCP-7794 are to be held in Site-196's morgue. Locations affected by SCP-7794 are to be contained on an individual basis. Description: SCP-7794 is a poorly-understood self-hostile psychokinetic phenomenon affecting members of the species Homo sapiens. SCP-7794 is propagated by a perversion in logical reasoning associated with the fight-or-flight response, generally triggered through a specific activation of the amygdala, resulting in fear. Manifestations of SCP-7794 vary; approximately 85% of victims of SCP-7794 generally experience total brain death within ~15-30 minutes after exposure, while 100% of individuals experience various deleterious ontokinetic effects on themselves and their immediate surroundings. SCP-7794 occurrences are sporadic and extremely rare; to date, a total of 32 confirmed cases have been reported. Conditions for manifestation are specific and vary from victim to victim, however, a few common circumstances have been noted across all documented cases: The victim is in a relatively dark environment (<2 lumens per m2); The victim is or believes they are alone (~30m away from any other human person); The victim and their immediate surroundings are concealed from the view of any other human person; The victim is scared.1 As of writing, no documented manifestation of SCP-7794 has been observed while occurring. Addendum 7794-1: Instance Logs Instance #: 7794-1 Victim: Ms. Anabelle Travitz, 62, resident of Brooktown, North Carolina. Single woman, with no surviving family. Medical records indicate a clinical diagnosis of both depression and STSP2 autophobia. Description: Victim found deceased in their place of residence, within the lower floor bathroom in a fetal position. Within the victim's right hand is a burnt-out candle, still smoking at the time of discovery. The victim's grip on the candle is extremely strong and nearly impossible to loosen. A thick, black liquid leaks out of the toilet and sink, pooling in a large, round puddle on the floor. Bile pools out from the victim’s mouth. An expression of terror was found permanently etched across the victim's face. The interior of the home is entirely silent. Pictures framed on the walls of the bathroom are scorched and burnt, obscuring the faces of their inhabitants. The thermostat in the room is nonfunctional, rendering the interior extremely cold. Frost is visible on the side of the sink, and an icicle of frozen saliva drips off the corner of the victim's mouth. A large crack runs down the length of the bathroom mirror, splitting unevenly in two. Individuals who look at themselves in the mirror will find that their reflection does not meet their eyes, while some report an absence of a face altogether. Furthermore, agents noted structural dissimilarities between the house and its original floorplan; namely, there exists a ~3m by ~3m by ~3m crawlspace extending around the bathroom, terminating at the door. There exists no method of access to the crawlspace, save for the removal of a side bathroom wall. The crawlspace is entirely empty. The original window leading into the bathroom also appears to have been sealed over with drywall. All the lightbulbs in the house are burnt out. Victim found deceased; likely 3-4 days after time of death, based on decomposition patterns. Stored in Site-196 MU-117. Instance #: 7794-8 Victim: Mr. Frederick Haney, 37, resident of South Fork, Wyoming. Shares residence with his wife (Ms. Charlotte Haney) and two children (Carson and Jason Haney). Medical records indicate a diagnosis of type II diabetes, otherwise, no medical abnormalities were noted. Description: Victim found deceased in their place of residence, lying face down within the basement stairwell. The victim's face was found embedded within the bottom step. Autopsy results indicate multiple fragments of wood and carpet embedded with the victim's forehead and cerebrum, replacing gray matter. Autopsy performed in situ, as removal of the victim from the location of discovery proved difficult, due to the fragments of wood in the victim’s head still being connected with the lower step. A knife wound was found in the victim’s back, extending through their heart and down their spine. The cause of expiration was found to be sudden brain death. The victim was found holding a mobile phone in their left hand, with an extremely strong grip. The phone’s screen is partially shattered, however, it continues to ring with a call from an unknown number. The call has been traced to the phone of the victim’s significant other, however, call records reveal that Ms. Haney never called the victim at that time. The call cannot be dismissed, and the phone continues to vibrate even when powered off. Interrogation of Ms. Haney and the victim’s two children reveals that they had left after a brief but violent confrontation with the victim; Ms. Haney had packed clothes and belongings for herself and their children and stayed at a motel for the night. SCP-7794 apparently occurred late that evening, after Ms. Haney and the children had departed. Exploration of the house reveals that the children’s shared bedroom was almost entirely stripped of its contents; this is believed to have occurred during the SCP-7794 manifestation. The contents of the room have not been located. All that remains in the room is a small, burnt-out candle, and a faint smell of cigarette smoke. The victim’s bed was found charred and burned, however, none of the carpet nor any of its surroundings were affected. All the glass objects and silverware were found shattered. All the windows and exits in the home were locked. Chairs and furniture were placed over the doors, likely by the victim. The upstairs bathroom of the house was found missing. Victim found deceased; likely less than 24 hours after death. Stored in Site-196 MU-362. Instance #: 7794-17 Victim: Mr. Jacob Chavez, 45, resident of St. Adrian, Wales. Single male, no surviving family. No medical abnormalities, however, family records show a high incidence of Alzheimer's disease, particularly at a young age. Description: Victim found deceased in an upper floor bedroom, lying face down on the bed. A large amount of thick, black fluid leaks through the hallway, pooling at the foot of the victim’s bed. Cigarette burns litter the bed sheets. The curtains are closed, shrouding the entire room in darkness. A shattered bottle of whiskey lies on the floor by the bed, soaking the carpet in liquid. Analysis of the body reveals the lack of both hands and feet, each severed off cleanly at the bone. Lost appendages were found days later, abandoned in a stream ~2km from the victim's place of residence. The victim's face is mangled beyond recognition, with both eyes and teeth removed. The eyes were found embedded within the south-facing wall of the house. The teeth were not located. A melted candle was found inside the victim's mouth, pooling wax down the victim's throat. The victim was identified via DNA records. The doors and windows of the house were not found. The brick facade surrounding where the door once stood was found cleanly extended across the doorframe. The windows and air vents were found to be covered in a similar fashion. Carbon monoxide levels within the home were found to be dangerously high. At the time of discovery, the smoke alarms filled the house with the sound of incessant beeping. They have since been deactivated. Victim found deceased; likely 2-3 weeks after death, based on decomposition patterns. Stored in Site-196 MU-269. Instance #: 7794-24 Victim: Dr. Gordon Woodward, 52, Foundation employee at Site-39. Wife (Mary Woodward) does not share a residence with the victim, as per Foundation guidelines. Diagnosed with PTSD3 following a containment breach in 2012. Description: Victim found deceased in their private dormitory suite, seated at a desk. Interior of the room is completely dark, as the space appears to absorb all light entering it. Tactile analysis of the space reveals the presence of hundreds of small sheets of office paper littering the room and the victim’s body. Each page is covered in unintelligible scribbles, produced in ballpoint pen. Autopsy of the victim reveals the presence of a number of burns, both on the inside and the outside of the body. Scribbles, similar to those of the paper, cover the dermis. The victim's face is stretched in a look of pain. Investigation of the dormitory suite uncovered a number of inconsistencies with the Site-39 dormitory floor plan. The bed in the master bedroom was found converted into a large, ornate marble coffin. The interior of the coffin was empty, however, a single rose was found placed upon the pall. Etched across the walls of the room are a number of figures and inscriptions. Due to the lack of light in the environment, analysis of the inscriptions proves inconclusive. However, subjects who spend more than 10-15 minutes viewing the inscriptions report experiencing brief but vivid visions of a hooded figure being hung at a gallows. The suite was located approximately two meters underground, embedded in the dirt. In place of the suite’s previous location is a bare, empty wall. Analysis shows no inconsistencies with that of a standard Site-39 wall. Victim found deceased; ~3 hours after time of death (as noted by vital sign records). Stored in Site-196 MU-221. Instance #: 7794-31 Victim: Ms. Chelsea Saunders, 39, resident of Camrose, Alberta, Canada. Single woman, single surviving relative (uncle). No medical abnormalities. Description: Victim found alive, deposited in a pit ~2km away from the victim's place of residence. Analysis of the victim shows severe signs of hypothermia and dehydration, alongside symptoms of extended light deprivation to the retinas. Victim otherwise unharmed. Windows and entrances to the victim’s place of residence are completely boarded up, and furniture was found stacked up against the doors. The light switches and lightbulbs within the house were found removed, with the drywall cleanly extended over the light switches’ previous locations. The stairs in the home were found altered so that they formed a smooth wooden slide directly from the first floor to the second. A nondescript wooden door also appeared on the northern wall of the kitchen, found locked. The door does not appear on any of the house’s floor plans. Foundation agents were able to open the door, however, what was found beyond is irrelevant.4 Door has since been closed. The victim was found surrounded by a large circle of white ash. No other discrepancies were noted. Victim found ~2 days post-event and brought to Site-196 for processing. Addendum 7794-2: Testimony The following is a testimony extracted from Ms. Chelsea Saunders, instance 7794-31 victim, during mnestic therapy. Mnestic Profile: Victim (Type-β) Dosage: Dose-ABI; 330cc Target: 2b8cff72e2fa Passage: [h5 a3 Kxe4 a2 hxg6 hxg6 Rg5] [BEGIN LOG] [REDACTED]: Synchedoche. Seven. Kappa. A violet hand suffocates the writhing spiral. [A pump beeps. SAUNDERS vomits nothing.] [REDACTED]: What is the last thing you saw? [Silence.] [REDACTED]: Speak. SAUNDERS: The lights went out. The world went blank. That's all I remember. [A pump beeps.] [REDACTED]: Alpha. Transcendental. Red needle. [SAUNDERS coughs blood.] [REDACTED]: What did you see between the two gallows? SAUNDERS: There was a monster behind me. The one with a body the length of two Manhattans, and a mouth on each end. The one you see behind yourself when it breathes. [Silence.] SAUNDERS: It ate me. It didn't hurt. I fell through its throat and got lost in its stomach. And there was a worm in its belly. Long enough to speak, so it did. [[REDACTED] chokes. A pump beeps.] SAUNDERS: It told me about a labyrinth. One laid out under a mile of concrete and ruin. [REDACTED]: Gamma. Un– unseelie. Spectral. Calamities. SAUNDERS: It was hidden in there, and it dreamed of fractals of numbers and flesh and of upside-down cathedrals and of bladders pumped full of chemicals, and a descending, descending, falling, falling, pit, where you chase yourself through a million mirrors and hallways, down, down, down until you wake up– someone else. [The beeping grows louder.] SAUNDERS: I am the monster. [REDACTED]: You– SAUNDERS: I am a mouth, stretched through a tube. I am a recursive staircase, extending downwards towards the center of the Earth, then crossing it. [REDACTED]: Be– beta. SAUNDERS: I am the white light. [The beeping grows louder.] [REDACTED]: Rome– Romeo. Lethe. SAUNDERS: I am the thing behind the door. [REDACTED]: –Queen to kn– knight… se… [SAUNDERS looks upwards.] SAUNDERS: There's nothing to be afraid of. [A flat tone.] [REDACTED]: What are— [The lights go out.] [END LOG] Footnotes 1. See Document 7794-6722 for a full psychological definition of fear. 2. Situational-type specific phobia. 3. Post-traumatic stress disorder. 4. [INFORMATION EXCISED AS PER 999-SERAPH] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7794" by cubeflix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7794. Licensed under CC-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-7795
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Item #: SCP-7795 Special Containment Procedures: Until a method for neutralizing SCP-7795-A has proven successful, SCP-7795 shall remain in Foundation custody under the duty of an assigned caretaker. Each year, for the 48-hour duration spanning October 23rd and 24th, Applied Task Force Zen-13 "Remediation" is to remain within a 100-meter radius of SCP-7795, utilizing specialized equipment to continuously monitor their location, mental status, and vitals; upon detection of any abnormalities, or manual alert by SCP-7795's caretaker, ATF Zen-13 must immediately converge upon SCP-7795 and attempt to prevent the manifestation of SCP-7795-A. Should they fail, efforts must immediately translate into remediation, in which SCP-7795's death should be made as painless as possible. Should remediation prove impossible, the continuation of SCP-7795's existence is therefore deemed unethical, and neutralization by lethal force is preemptively authorized. All involved agents will be administered amnestics following such an occurrence. Description: SCP-7795 is twelve year old Mia ██████. SCP-7795-A is a phenomenon which invariably results in the death of SCP-7795 on their thirteenth birthday.2 The day following their death, SCP-7795 will materialize in their bed having de-aged exactly one year whilst retaining all memories of the previous, lost year; this results in an annual looping effect. All attempts to impede or mitigate SCP-7795-A have resulted in failure, and efforts to suppress SCP-7795's memories thereof have similarly proven futile. To alleviate the compounding physiological and psychological effects associated with this event, SCP-7795 has been provided a Foundation therapist, who has successfully convinced them that their birthdate does not coincide with SCP-7795-A. Despite this, SCP-7795's mental health continues to deteriorate as occurrences of SCP-7795-A become increasingly traumatic. Notice from The Ethics Committee The following documents denote gruesome depictions of the mutilations, deaths, and suicides of a child. Should one read through these documents and find themself negatively effected by their contents — whether emotionally or physically — the Absolution from Volatile Knowledge Act (AVKA) allows any employee not directly involved with an anomaly to seek out immediate amnestic treatment. Incident #: 7795-1 Incident Date: October 24th, 2003. Incident Report: During a return trip from their grandparent's house (in which the grandparents were driving Mia home), an intoxicated driver suddenly swerved lanes, resulting in a 120 km/h3 head-on collision. Both the offender and Mia's grandparents were killed on impact, whereas Mia's stomach was pierced by multiple pieces of glass. Despite medical professionals arriving to the scene in less than ten minutes, Mia bled out after only seven. While this event was not inherently anomalous, the Foundation was alerted when Mia's mother made a frantic call to the local police the following morning in which she claimed that a "demon" was in her child's room. Foundation operatives were immediately dispatched to the scene where they discovered a seeming clone of Mia wearing a party hat.4 Due to the child's own distress and panic, alongside that of the mother, they were swiftly taken into Foundation care. The "clone" is, in actuality, a materialization of the same, previously deceased child, though de-aged one year. This is corroborated by their retaining memories of the previous year (including those of their expiration), alongside being two inches shorter. As such, the child has been denoted as SCP-7795 and moved into a humanoid containment chamber at Site-37. Since entering Foundation custody, Mia has expressed severe confusion, due, in part, to both memories of their death and their sudden detachment from their parents and friends. As their anomaly (SCP-7795-A) is not yet understood, and Mia is considered deceased outside of the Veil, they have been amnesticised of all familial connections and other recurrent stressors. Attempts to remove memories of their death have failed however, though I have since managed to persuade them that it was simply a nightmare. Let us all hope, for this child's sake, that this is a one-off anomaly. They still have their entire life ahead of them; I'd prefer they spend it outside of a cell. - Researcher Rebecca Larson, SCP-7795 Research Head Protocol Update: As per standard Human Containment protocol, SCP-7795 may be provided typical amenities (within reason) at their request. So far, they have requested multiple outfits, a television set, a bookshelf with multiple books, a stack of paper, and multiple packs of colored pencils, all of which have been approved by Researcher Larson. Incident #: 7795-2 Incident Date: October 24th, 2004. Incident Report: While eating lunch in Site-37's central cafeteria, Mia suddenly began choking, prompting the immediate response of multiple nearby personnel. Multiple attempts were made to perform the Heimlich maneuver, resulting in the breaking and fracturing of four separate ribs, though ultimately they proved futile, as Mia expired six minutes after the incurrence due to both a lack of oxygen and internal bleeding caused by a fractured rib puncturing a lung. The following morning, Mia rematerialized within their containment chamber having once-more de-aged a year. These revivification occurrences are hereby designated 7795-RES Events. Similarly to the aftermath of their first 7795-RES Event, Mia expressed confusion and disorientation, alongside a noticeable apprehension towards eating. Attempts to convince them that this occurrence, again, was simply a nightmare, has shown tentative success, but I have doubts that such success will continue in the future. My team has suggested the implantation of multiple similar nightmares throughout the intermittent year of each event may help in disguising the actual occurrence, but I won’t put a child through dozens of pseudo-deaths for the sake of upholding a lie. They deserve the best of us, not the worst. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Protocol Update: SCP-7795 must be supervised by at least one staff member at all times on October 24th. Should SCP-7795-A start to afflict SCP-7795, said staff member is to immediately notify Zen-13 for medical aid. Additionally, SCP-7795 is to be provided access to a Foundation therapist, with a mandatory attendance of at least one session a week. Incident #: 7795-3 Incident Date: October 24th, 2005. Incident Report: At 1251 (local time) a breach occurs at Site-37, during which seven Euclid and four Keter class anomalies breached containment. As such, standard lockdown procedure was enacted, including site-wide lockdown, resulting in Mia being locked within their cell for the duration of the event. 27 minutes later, breached sectors were flooded with parasedative gas, though an error in the dispersal technology resulted in Mia's cell also being flooded with said gas; due to the presence of various nerve-agents therein, Mia expired after two minutes of suffocation. The breach was summarily contained just three minutes after. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Following their revival, Mia has expressed acute symptoms of multiple breathing ailments, the foremost of which is asthma. While time and therapy will likely remedy such symptoms, I worry this is only a warning of things to come. They have already expressed a subconscious dread of the 24th, and if their deaths can lead to future conditions despite their seeming "reset”? Well, I simply hope we don't find out. My team continues to suggest the implantation of nightmares, but I will deny each and every proposal. Pain for the sake of future relief is a foolish notion to force upon a child. They're already going through enough. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-4 Incident Date: October 24th, 2006. Incident Report: At 1547, Mia was spending recreational time in the outdoor sector of Site-37 alongside the children of Researchers Leo and Persi when a thunderstorm suddenly formed. Due to its rapid appearance, the children were unable to be called in before Mia was abruptly struck by lightning six times in a row, the first two of which also managed to injure one of the children. Mia expired immediately following the sixth impact; the other child was determined to be paralyzed from the hips-down. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia awoke with in a flurry of twitches and spasms, the likes of which were so extreme that Zen-13 had to immediately administer muscle relaxants. Even days later, however, their hands continue to tremble; I worry they may not stop. And yet that is only the half of it. Mia is regressing emotionally, and I fear it is out of guilt. Their friend was paralyzed, and even though we have avoided explaining Mia’s anomaly to themself, they still reasoned out that, somehow, the blame must fall upon them. They have sobbed themself to sleep for the past three nights. Things have to get better. They must. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Protocol Update: Individuals unaware of SCP-7795's anomaly are not allowed within 10m of SCP-7795 on October 24th as to avoid incidental injuries. Incident #: 7795-5 Incident Date: October 24th, 2007. Incident Report: At 1642, Mia was attending an impromptu therapy session following a series of particularly extreme breakdowns; despite concerns raised by Zen-13 (due to the date), their therapist still demanded to see them immediately. 27 minutes later, a then-unknown GoI5 breached Site-37, overtaking multiple sectors, during which Mia's state immediately began to regress as they repetitively proclaimed that the breach was "all their fault." Their therapist attempted to soothe them until 1733, when five armed individuals suddenly breached the room, executing her in the process. Mia was then taken as a hostage. Using them as a negotiation piece, the group made multiple demands,6 claiming they would kill Mia should they not be met. Despite Dr. Larson's advocation for Mia's life, however, Site-37's director determined their demands to be an unreasonable exchange, especially when considering the revival aspect of Mia’s anomaly. As such, MTF Ruin-09 "Life Goes On" was quickly deployed to Site-37 with the express goal of the immediate capture and/or assassination of all infiltrators, with additional orders stating to treat Mia as collateral. Within the next 12 minutes, all overtaken sectors were successfully recaptured, though not before the group holding Mia hostage became aware of the attack, prompting them to execute Mia via the thaumic removal of all of their blood through their pores. Despite Ruin-09 executing this group within one minute of this process occurring, immediate medical response proved futile and Mia expired three minutes later due to blood loss. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia was catatonic for approximately 48 hours following their manifestation, after which they have remained selectively mute. They have also expressed an aversion to socialization and an intense phobia of the color red. Attempts to remedy these effects are ongoing, but their newfound guilt surrounding the death of their therapist has made it extremely difficult to address said issues. I've been trying to help them myself, but progress is slow, to say the least. Thus far, Mia's only words have been, "I don't want anyone else to get hurt." - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-6 Incident Date: October 24th, 2008. Incident Report: Due to an infohazardous breach, Mia suddenly became aware of [REDACTED], following which it manifested and proceeded to mutilate Mia, who incurred the following injures; 47 powderized bones, inversion of 35 organs, 180 degree rotation of the torso, oculi combustion, and cerebral liquidation. Despite spontaneous corruption of camera footage after the manifestation of [REDACTED], recorded audio was unaffected; screams therein suggest Mia lived through their dismemberment for approximately 13 minutes before expiring. Following their death, MTF Omen-00 “Oblivion” quickly eliminated the threat. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected; following revival, Omen-00 amnesticised all of Mia's memories pertaining to the infohazard. Mia's state continues to regress; alongside general mental degradation, Mia continues to grow fearful of the world around them. Even dim corners seem to terrify them, requiring lamps and other light fixtures in most rooms they go through simply to keep them from breaking down. It's no way for a child to live; in pain and scared. I will figure something out soon. I have to. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-7 Incident Date: October 24th, 2009. Incident Report: On October 23rd, for the first time in roughly 18 months, Mia agrees to attend therapy, during which they steal three different bottles of pills. At 2355 that same night, they swallow all 73 pills before going to sleep, only to awaken at 0523 the next morning, vomiting. The guard stations outside their room immediately came in to provide assistance and helped them to the bathroom, unaware that Mia had pickpocketed their clearance card. At 0643, they would then leave their room under the pretense that they were attending another therapy session, only to instead navigate to one of Site-37's arms lockers. A gunshot followed a minute later. Mia was determined to have expired from a gunshot wound to the temple. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. After manifestation, Mia begged me to let them die. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-8 Incident Date: October 24th, 2010. Incident Report: At 0023, Mia was administered a lethal injection; they expired two minutes later. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia's manifestation following this incident was the most calm I've seen them in six years. They still wouldn't speak much, and their phobias were still as realized as before, but they seemed much calmer. Almost peaceful. I should feel happy. I should feel overwhelming delight. But how could I ever rest easy knowing I ordered the death of a child, even if it was to give them peace? - Researcher Rebecca Larson Protocol Update: Following Ethics Committee deliberation, a routine has been instated in which SCP-7795 will be terminated in their sleep via lethal injection on October 24th. Incident #: 7795-11 Incident Date: October 24th, 2013. Incident Report: As per routine, Mia was administered a lethal injection at 0001; they expired two minutes later. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Three years of success. None of them have been easy, but its hard to overstate Mia's improvement. Their selective mutism has all but disappeared, only popping up in now-infrequent breakdowns, and many of their phobias have been reduced to vague fears by routine therapy. They seem as alive as they were when they first came to the site; jovial, happy, and brimming with life. Their paintings as of late have been a wonder to behold. Things are looking up. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-15 Incident Date: October 24th, 2017. Incident Report: As per routine, Mia was administered a lethal injection at 0001. Instead of the expected reaction, however, Mia woke up seven minutes later convulsing in pain. Zen-13 was immediately alerted and, after a series of tests, determined Mia was experiencing mass necrosis and organ failure. All attempts to treat these conditions were met with adverse reactions, usually resulting in a greater degree of bodily harm than it would have otherwise reduced. As such, Zen-13 resorted to treating Mia with an assortment of pain relief, numbing agents, and anesthesia, all of which proved moderately successful, though quickly diminished in effect by the 12th hour. Mia lived through this pain for over 18 hours — notably much longer than their condition should have allowed them to — most of which they spent sobbing, writhing, and screaming, causing their vocal cords to rupture by the 15th hour and most of their skin to be rubbed raw to the point of damage. At 1831, Mia expired. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. I held their hand. For nearly 19 hours, I held their hand as they screamed and shook and cried and prayed for help. And I was helpless. All I could do was sit there and hope their pain would end, for hours and hours. What did they do to deserve this? Since this incident, Mia's state has greatly regressed, further even than their state prior to the lethal injection program. They attend about 1 in 4 therapy sessions, have effectively cut contact with all friends, refuse to eat more times than not, and sleep over 10 hours every day. - Researcher Rebecca Larson Incident #: 7795-16 Incident Date: October 24th, 2018. Incident Report: Mia attempts to hang themselves with their bedsheets at 0311; a guard notices such after approximately 35 seconds and manages to cut them down before they expire. Mia then lunges at said guard, attempting to wrestle the blade7 from him, cutting their hands multiple times in their efforts. The guard shoves Mia off of him, though in the process they fall and crack their head against their bedframe, splitting their skull open. The guard, panicked, immediately alerts Zen-13. Despite Zen-13's quick arrival, Mia died from internal bleeding at 0317. The guard was amnesticised and placed on paid leave. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia has become entirely mute and emotionally distant, alongside showing severe signs of general dissociation. They eat about once every day, and seem generally unreactive to most conversation; they completely refuse to attend or even acknowledge therapy. They're slipping away, and we're running out of options. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE ONE: Proposed by Dr. Larson, Project Neverland aims to neutralize SCP-7795-A through use of temporal technology. She proposes that stunting SCP-7795's aging through localized temporal stasis will effectively keep them from reaching the age of thirteen, which is suspected to be the main activation requirement for SCP-7795-A. Following approval of Site-37's director, Director Celzin, the Department of Chronology developed a MLTS8 device which SCP-7795 is henceforth required to wear at all times. Incident #: 7795-17 Incident Date: October 24th, 2019. Incident Report: Despite functioning at full capacity for the entire year, the MLTS device suddenly began experiencing a series of malfunctions on October 24th, resulting in the abrupt and rapid aging of Mia. As a result, they aged 132 years in approximately 27 minutes; due to the death of most tissue and organs throughout the last 40 "years," Mia expired by the end of the 27th minute. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia awoke experiencing extreme levels of disorientation and appeared extremely distraught; despite such, they were entirely unreactive to most stimuli. To date, they must be lead most places and reminded to eat, though even this has proven unsuccessful most times. Either they've entirely locked themself away in their head, or there isn't much of them left. I will not lose them. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE TWO: Proposed by Dr. Larson, phase two of Project Neverland suggests the use of a Temporal Stasis Chamber, a device regularly used by the Department of Chronology and therefore determined to be much more stable than the MLTS device previously used on SCP-7795. Following Director Celzin’s approval, it was determined that SCP-7795 would be placed in the TSC one month before October 24th, during which they would be supplied oxygen and sustenance through a series of tubes, along with multiple added pain relievers and soothing agents with the hopes of mitigating mental state degradation should a failure occur. Incident #: 7795-18 Incident Date: October 24th, 2020. Incident Report: On September 24th, Mia was successfully sedated and suspended within the TSC, where they remained until 2317 on October 24th; at this time, Site-37 experienced total collapse of all on-site power, including that of backup generators, resulting in the breach of 13 anomalies. This resulted in the loss of 31 personnel and, due to absence of power, the TLC's oxygen recycle failed, causing Mia to suffocate within the chamber after 17 minutes. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. Mia reacts to no stimuli and is effectively comatose. As such, Zen-13 have placed them under life support, including continual routine medical care and supervision. If I could take their spot, I would. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE THREE: Proposed by Dr. Larson, she suggests that the continuous failure of temporal stasis suggests that being younger than thirteen does not mitigate the anomaly; as such, she instead suggests the utilization of a modified TSC to instead age SCP-7795 an entire year before October 24th occurs. Phase three proposes this would be accomplished by aging them at a rate of 100x traditional speed, aging SCP-7795 one year in approximately 4 days. Following Director Celzin’s approval, this was successfully carried out on August 5th and successfully concluded without incident on August 9th. No changes in mental status have yet been observed in SCP-7795; they continue to remain on life support under Zen-13's supervision. Incident #: 7795-19 Incident Date: October 24th, 2021. Incident Report: At 1730, Site-37's on-site nuclear warhead suddenly primes, with activation reported to occur in 5 minutes. All attempts to deactivate the warhead — including attempts made both on and offsite — were met with failure. All attempts to remove or otherwise dispose of the warhead through thaumaturgic or anomalous means were similarly met with failure. Dr. Larson became aware of these continuous failures at 1733, at which point they immediately made their way to Mia's medical bed, where they sat beside them, crying as they held their hand. At 1734, with one minute remaining before the warhead's detonation, she withdrew her sidearm, muttering "I'm sorry" over and over again. With 23 seconds remaining, she put the gun to Mia's temple and shot them, terminating them instantly. The nuclear warhead deactivated simultaneously. 7795-RES Event occurred as expected. I have nothing left to say. - Researcher Rebecca Larson PROJECT NEVERLAND PHASE FINAL: SCP-7795 is to be abandoned within a non-dimension, in which their expiration can neither be said to occur or not occur; the Department of Surrealistics insists this will neutralize their affliction by SCP-7795-A, which will be unable to occur due to the cessation of SCP-7795's existence. This will result, unfortunately, in SCP-7795's termination, however the Ethics Committee has deemed it the only remaining ethical solution available to the Foundation. Incident #: 7795-20 Incident Date: August 9th, 2022. Incident Report: Through the use of a modified Scranton Reality Anchor, Mia is sent into a non-dimension, at which point the device is deactivated and destroyed. 7795-RES Event has yet to occur. I am sorry we could not save you, Mia. Rest well. - Larson Footnotes 1. Anomalies classified as "dependent" are legally dependent on the Foundation. 2. October 24th; year not applicable. 3. They were on the highway at the time of the collision. 4. Particularly, one displaying the number 12. 5. Later identified to be a recently-emerged, thaumic group self-identified as the Bloodless Martyrs. 6. Among which include: unimpeded escape, the provision of a multitude of anomalous artifacts, and documents pertaining to said items. 7. The guard had used a switchblade to cut them down. 8. Mobile Localized Temporal Stasis T is for "Transmission" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub U is for "Unstrung" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7795" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7795. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Special Containment Procedures: A single set of SCP-7796 is to be archived in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 3 at Site-43. If any further additional copies of SCP-7796 are discovered, they are to be destroyed and those who are in possession of the instances are to be amnesticized. Metatron.AIC will scan online records of film archives, film discussion boards and social media platforms for any mention of SCP-7796. Such records are to be scrubbed and individuals responsible for the posts are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-7796 is an archived television show entitled Evenings with Don Cavatelli. The show was produced by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) starring SCP-5697,1 was modelled after late night television talk shows, and ran for seventeen seasons from 1955 to 1972.2 There is no record of SCP-7796 being broadcast on any of the major networks, despite the high quality of the set, the budget of the production, and notable guests throughout the seventeen-season run. When an individual watches an episode of SCP-7796, a soporific effect has been observed, lulling the individual into a state of sustained hypnagogia. Individuals in this state are highly suggestible, especially to the advertisement breaks which always promotes products by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, resulting in the delusion that the GOI’s media products are the most popular media in the world.3 Other temporary anomalous effects include: tooth rot, myopia, anosmia, ageusia, and alopecia4 Recordings of SCP-7796 were discovered on 20 August, 2023, in the University of California Los Angeles’ Film & Television Archive by Dr. Lillihammer during a trip wherein she was researching the entertainment industry for better understanding of VKTM’s operations. The archivists present did not acknowledge her questions about SCP-7796 and would not admit to having it. Additionally, all online records of the archive fail to mention the existence of SCP-7796. After containment and shipment to Site-43, Dr. Lillihammer confirmed that every single similar archive in the United States, England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales, contained a complete copy of the entire run of SCP-7796. None of the archivists had any knowledge of the existence of the recordings either. Dr. Lillihammer dispatched other members of MTF-Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) to retrieve and contain the additional copies of SCP-7796. Season 1 – Episode 63, 03-10-1955 [Cavatelli stands in front of velvet curtains with a freestanding microphone, performing his nightly monologue used to open the show. He is smoking a cigar.] Cavatelli: Crowds have been streaming into cinemas to see the latest animated feature, Lady and the Tramp. But all I can say is there’s one scene I could have used some warning about. I don’t know about you folks, but I can’t say I’ve ever had a romantic fantasy about being chomped to death by two mutts in an alleyway. Cavatelli: This is racist against Pastamericans everywhere! [Audience laughter is heard off camera.] Cavatelli: Heyo! I gotta million of em, folks. Now, stick around after this break for my interview with James Dean.5 He’s here to promote his new film, Rebel without a Cause, which critics are calling an accurate portrayal of teenage angst. Personally, I call that Friday night with the kids while the missus goes to book club, amirite? [Applause followed by a fade to black and commercial break.] [The commercial break consists of an ad for SCP-5897, but overlaid onto the audio Cavatelli’s voice can be heard.] Cavatelli: [Coughing violently] Fuck you, Jerry, I can smoke if I want to. Cavatelli: [Still coughing] Because it’s my show. You’re just the producer. I’m the talent, so go produce me up a guest. Season 3 – Episode 90, 15-05-1957 [Cavatelli sits opposite actor, Ronald Reagan.] Cavatelli: So, what do you have for the folks tonight? Reagan: Hey thanks, Don. I’m here tonight to promote my new film, Hellcats of the Navy. Cavatelli: First thing I gotta say is that is one dumb title. Whatta you guys doing in that movie? Fighting demonic felines? [Cavatelli ashes his cigar into the ash tray, knocking a few embers onto the floor and Reagan’s suit leg causing it to ignite slightly along the hem.] Reagan: [Patting down his pant leg frantically.] It’s about a mission against the Japanese war effort onboard a submarine and the struggle of the crew to maintain professionalism during the crisis. Cavatelli: Man, I must’ve fallen asleep fifteen minutes in. [The audience laughs.] Reagan: [Looking up from his now extinguished pant leg.] Sorry? Cavatelli: I gotta tell you, Ronnie, you’re a piss poor actor. [Audience applause.] Season 5 – Episode 31 , 20-03-1959 [Cavatelli stands over the body of Rod Steiger, who is bleeding and curled into a fetal position] Cavatelli: That’s for portraying the Italian American like a fucking gangster!6 Not every Italian has that sorta criminal demeanor, Rod! What do you think about those of us with a pasta heritage, huh? Vaffanculo! [Cavatelli kicks Steiger in the stomach before turning back to the camera, wiping blood from his knuckles with a handkerchief.] Cavatelli: Stick around folks, I’m gonna teach this chooch some manners while yous watches a very special message from our sponsors. Cavatelli: Hey Jerry, get me a rubber hose, I need it for something. [Applause followed by a fade to black and commercial break.] [The screen brightens steadily until it is roughly 300% brighter than any cathode ray television was capable of producing. The white light fades to a rich blue, then soothing music starts.] Mari MacPhaerson: Sick of your ordinary social media? Sick of the same old drudgery and nonsense from out of touch billionaires ruining your fun? Me too. That’s why I switched to Viber. The social media platform from Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. When enough’s enough, it’s time to Vibe. Unknown male voice: [Speaking rapidly.] Side effects include: headaches, nausea, anal protrusions, a suffering of self-worth, dizziness, your mother’s resurrection from the netherworld, dental plaque, and many more! Ask your doctor if Viber is right for you! Season 9 – Episode 147 , 23-11-1963 [Cavatelli is smoking a cigar and sitting next to his guest.] Cavatelli: And do you think that target is still achievable? [The corpse of John F. Kennedy7 lays slumped over the other chair, face up and tilted over the back of the chair. Blood and brain matter drips from the man’s head to the stage floor.] Cavatelli: Landing on the moon by 1970? Come on. We can barely get people up into orbit. Doesn’t that promise stink of amoral optimism in the face of the significant struggles the American people already face? Unemployment, wealth discrepancy, failure of the American Dream everywhere we look, and you want to land a couple rocket jockeys on the ball of rock that orbits the planet? [The corpse starts to slide down the chair.] Cavatelli: Alright alright, no politics! Who wants to listen to that, I know! Sorry, Mr. President. I just thought as you’re the leader of the free world, politics was a subject you’d be comfortable talking about. [The corpse slips to the floor, its head striking the seat of the chair on the way down, causing more brain matter to slide out.] Cavatelli: Jerry, get me a wet wipe or something, the President needs a moment to clean himself up. [Cavatelli ashes onto the stage floor into the ever expanding pool of blood and brain matter.] Cavatelli: Sorry, what was that, Mr. President? Cavatelli: [Laughing.] When you’re right, you’re right, Mr. President. The show must go on, and this is an entertainment show. We wouldn’t want to bore the audience with things that actually threaten their livelihoods, they have the newspaper for that! So, new subject, seen any good movies lately? Season 10 – Episode 86 , 14-04-1964 [Cavatelli sits opposite folk singer, Bob Dylan.] Cavatelli: More and more the public is responding to your music, do you have any insight into your sudden popularity? Dylan: I don’t have anything to say about my music, I just write it all down, and then I sing it. What else you want from me, man? Cavatelli: Well, some say that the youth are drawn to your music because of the frantic politics of our time. [Cavatelli puts one hand to the side of his head.] Cavatelli: Come on Jerry, what’s the point of having a talk show if you can’t talk politics? Shut up. [Cavatelli lights a cigar.] Cavatelli: Sorry about that, Mr. Dylan. Like I was saying, things are tense in America right now. Rising tensions in Southeast Asia, not to mention horrible conditions for blue-collar workers here at home. Dylan: I’ll tell you what, man, it's all about talking to people. Get to know the working man, and you’ll be able to speak to him. Talking is where it’s at, man. Everything in the news is talking at us, not with us. You dig? Cavatelli: Oh, I dig. Dylan: I just took a road trip across America. Got in those bars, talked to them miners, other folk. Shit ain’t good out there, man. I’m just telling it like it is. Cavatelli: Think you could do a song for us tonight, Mr. Dylan? Dylan: Hell yeah, man. Let’s do it. [Dylan raises an acoustic guitar, begins to strum, and then launces into The Times are a-Changing, his newly released single. Afterwards, he puts the guitar down.] Cavatelli: Damn, you’re a terrible singer. Can’t carry a note at all, can you? Dylan: [Laughing] Not a bit. You like the song, Don? Cavatelli: I’ll tell you when my ears stop bleeding! [Audience laughter.] Cavatelli: But tell me, Mr. Dylan, what made you license out that song for the superhero movie?8 Dylan: Oh man, the money. Obviously, the money. What else is there, man? What’d you expect? Cavatelli: A better movie. [Audience laughter.] Season 11 – Episode 102 , 14-09-1966 [Cavatelli sits across from Ronald Reagan, who was appearing on the show as part of his 1966 California gubernatorial election campaign.] Reagan: I think I’m a better choice for the California people, especially when compared to my opponent, Pat Brown. This administration has wasted our State’s resources, creating one of the worst deficits in our history while still raising taxes. Worse, Brown is lax on crime, refusing to crack down during the riots in Watts a few years ago, and allowing radicals to congregate on our State’s great university campuses like UC Berkeley. My opponent needs to be held accountable for his failures in the State capital. Sure, my opponents have called me a radical, accusing me of bigotry because I opposed the Civil Rights Act and supported the appeal of the Rumford Act, but I’m here to tell you that there’s not a lick of bigotry anywhere in my person. I just want a simple government to address our simple problems. I’m a political outsider, and that’s what we need in California, someone who can take his experience in the world beyond the capital and apply it to problems for those in the state that care about our success as a society. [Cavatelli smokes his cigar for a moment, then places it on the ashtray seated between them, and dusts off his hands theatrically.] Cavatelli: I can think of quite a few good counters to your points here tonight, Ronnie. Point out the racially insensitive language you’re using, point to the similarities in your speeches to fascist propaganda… [Reagan starts to speak but Cavatelli holds up his hand.] Cavatelli: But mostly, I just want to say you’re a shitty actor. Season 16 – Episode 57 , 16-04-1971 [Cavatelli stands in front of velvet curtains with a freestanding microphone.] Cavatelli: The 43rd Academy Awards were televised last night and Best Picture went to Patton over the comedic and politically conscious goldmine of M*A*S*H, going to show you that once again the most popular thing is often much less important than the pieces it wins over. God knows, we need a film glorifying the idiocy of the American Military Industrial Complex over commentary about our nation’s military imperialism in Southeast Asia. So, thank you Francis Ford Coppola for writing such an insightful drama about the blubbering idiocy that was George Patton. Can’t wait to see what trash you bring us next! [Audience laughter.] Cavatelli: But that’s enough from me, you didn’t tune in to hear me gab, let’s welcome our first guest, shall we? [Audience applause.] Cavatelli: Please welcome Francis Ford Coppola! [The curtains split and roll away, revealing Coppola standing there with his mouth agape. Cavatelli walks to the chairs and sits, patting the empty chair. Coppola stiffly walks to the chair to increased applause from the audience.] Cavatelli: So, tell me, what’s it like to be a complete hack? I know, I know. Patton even compared the American political system to the Nazis, and you made sure that stayed in the movie. Good job! You’re not a buffoon, blind drunk on nationalism and in love with the myths of the American military superiority at all, are you Frank? Bravo! [Cavatelli blows smoke from his cigar into Coppola’s face, who blinks rapidly, coughing.] Cavatelli: Before my producer starts bitching at me for being mean, let’s drop the pretense. I’m just playing around. Tell us something about what you’re working on next. Coppola: [Coughing] I’m working on a screenplay based on a bestselling novel, depicting the rise and fall of a fictional organized crime family in the years after World War II named Corleone. [Cavatelli puts the cigar down on the ashtray, pulls out brass knuckles and affixes it to his right hand, making a fist.] Cavatelli: Oh really? Tell me more. Footnotes 1. A sentient humanoid entity with a body seemingly made of various pastas. There is no mention of this show within the file of SCP-5697 and the entity has refused to comment. 2. 2,567 individual episodes. 3. The ads are anachronistic, displaying products from various eras, including shows and movies that researchers at Site-43 are certain have yet to be produced. 4. The effects only appear to last as long as the individual is watching SCP-7796 episodes, with rapid reversals after observation is ceased. 5. Dean died two days before this episode was recorded. 6. Steiger starred as the title role in the March 1959 movie of Al Capone, who was a notable figure in the Chicago organized crime scene until his arrest and incarceration. 7. 35th President of the United States. 8. The song was used in the opening montage of the 2009 film adaptation of the comic book of the same name. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7796" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7796. Licensed under CC-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: Photo of Anthony Quinn as the guest on The Dick Cavett Show. Author: ABC Television License: Public Domain Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: doncavatelli.jpg Name: Don Cavatelli (composite) Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by HarryBlank Author: cogdogblog Name: Meatball First License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Author: matsuyuki Name: Spaghetti Aglio, Olio e Peperoncino License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Author: Elvert Barnes Name: Cigar.Man.RT.Pentagon.VA.25may97 License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Author: Ninian Reid Name: Philly mobsters License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains mild references to self harm and body horror. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7797 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo An instance of SCP-7797 appearing in Charlottesville, Virginia. Special Containment Procedures Following Incidents 7797-A and 7797-B, all known civilians and personnel that are confirmed to have been previously affected by SCP-7797 are to have their names and current residence listed in an encrypted document, and should only be accessible by personnel with Level 5 Security Clearance. Applied Task Force Chi-43 (Four Eyes) has been assigned as a permanent task force to SCP-7797 to handle the location and containment of SCP-7797 instances. ATF-Chi-43's surveillance division is to monitor for any potential evidence of an instance of SCP-7797 appearing, and establish the approximate time and place of the appearance. Once an instance has been confirmed and located, Protocol 7797-HORUS is to be immediately enacted. ◇ACCESS PROCEDURE 7797-HORUS◇ ◆PROPER CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. ACCESS GRANTED.◆ Overview: Procedure 7797-HORUS is the designated instructions for containing/neutralizing SCP-7797 while minimizing civilian exposure, and should only be used by members of ATF-Chi-43. Procedure 7797-HORUS should be initiated once: An instance of SCP-7797 has been confirmed. The general location of the instance has been determined. Instructions: Once the approximate location of a SCP-7797 instance has been determined, ATF-Chi-43's field division is to travel to the location for neutralization. Aerial drone surveillance should be used to discern the exact location of an instance, and once found, a perimeter around the instance should be established under the guise of local government maintenance. Depending on the instance's substance, industrial paint remover or pressure washing should be used to remove the instance. If removal proves impossible, the surface that the instance is located on should be destroyed. Once the instance of SCP-7797 has been removed, medical records should be traced to identify any individuals that are or previously were affected by SCP-7797. Recorded individuals should be logged and provided with Class-B amnestics. Addendum: Following Incident 7797-B, contingency procedures for circumstances involving mass civilian exposure or difficulty in instance neutralization should be created and implemented as soon as possible to prevent future incidents. Description SCP-7797 is a Cerulean-Syracuse Class cognitohazard that takes the form of an illustrated design resembling a stylized eye, with the design itself not appearing to reference any known hieroglyphics or historical designs. SCP-7797 is capable of manifesting in multiple forms of visual creation, such as graffiti, paper drawing, or painting, and with a variety of materials, including acrylic/industrial paint, pen, colored pencil, and bodily fluids, with all known instances being various shades of red. SCP-7797 is self-replicating, and can create instances of itself globally. Current understanding of SCP-7797 indicates that it replicates by subconsciously influencing individuals into creating an instance, while rendering the individual unaware of the memetic effect. Research into details of the replication is still undergoing. Foundation attempts to recreate an instance of SCP-7797 have ended in failure, with the artificial design not possessing any of the anomalous characteristics SCP-7797 normally creates. SCP-7797's primary anomalous effects arise when an instance is directly viewed by a human. Once observed, the viewer will experience a short sensation of vertigo before subsiding, and will subsequently be "infected" by SCP-7797. Humans affected by SCP-7797 will begin to suffer a series of anomalous symptoms and effects, with the length of these symptoms lasting from a few days to multiple weeks. The symptomology of those affected by SCP-7797 vary between individuals, with no discernable way to predict or prevent the potential effects. Additional research has shown that victims who were previously affected by SCP-7797 cannot be infected again when viewing SCP-7797. No known medication or treatment is able to diminish the effects of SCP-7797. Addendum SCP-7797 Exposure Logs: The following are a series of individuals who were affected by SCP-7797 and were utilized for testing purposes. Shortly after confirming exposure, the subjects were transported to the nearest accessible site and placed in a standard containment cell for monitoring until they no longer displayed symptoms. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 1 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 1 SCP-7797 Testing Log 1 Subject: Adnan Patel, 51 year old male. Results: After exposure, Patel reported to feel ill, and was recorded to have a fever of 100.1°F for several days. Notes: Subject returned to normal health after a few days, except for a red discoloration of the iris not present before viewing SCP-7797. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 2 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 2 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 2 Subject: Suzu Yokiko, 11 year old female. Results: After exposure, Yokiko reported feelings of fatigue and congestion for multiple days, describing it as similar to having the flu. Notes: Subject showed similar recovery to Patel, including the length of time taken to recover and the discoloration of the iris to a red shade, though less noticeable than Patel's. All tested subjects had a varying intensity of the discoloration, and research is now ongoing to use this knowledge to identify possible victims of SCP-7797. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 3 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 3 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 3 Subject: Brett Foster, 39 year old male. Results: Upon initial viewing of SCP-7797, Foster began to suffer from short-term onset insomnia, and reportedly was unable to sleep or rest for long periods of time. Subject also began to exhibit unusually paranoid tendencies, and became hostile to any personnel who entered their cell. Subject continued to suffer from further mental disorders due to their lack of sleep, and any attempts at conversation between them and personnel were either ignored, met with incoherent speech, or assault attempts. Notes: Foster eventually recovered from their symptoms after approximately a month, and experienced a severe discoloration similar to the previous testing. Subject has claimed to not remember any of the time they experienced while under the influence of SCP-7797. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. After further interview, it has been documented that after interaction with SCP-7797, Foster now possesses memories that do not correlate to their life, with the subject claiming to have majored in biology at McGill University, despite having never been on the campus. Tests indicate that Foster does indeed possess knowledge of biology in the range of a college graduate. Research into this phenomenon is ongoing. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 4 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 4 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 4 Subject: Michael Hallison, 44 year old male. Results: Hallison suffered extreme fatigue, muscle aching, and insomnia over the course of three weeks, leading to a large decline in mental and physical health during the testing. Subject reportedly experienced hallucinations, seeing disturbing imagery such as "pulsing masses" and "bleeding eyes," as well as reportedly hearing auditory stimuli reminiscent of human voices. Subject was observed repeatedly attempting to draw on their desk using their fingernails and [REDACTED]. When provided with adequate drawing materials, including a selection of multicolored pens and paper,1 Hallison created this image. The paper was discarded shortly after due to potential cognitohazard exposure and the pens were removed from subject's possession after attempting to [REDACTED] his eyes. Notes: Subject eventually recovered in a fashion akin to Foster in two weeks, and suffered from similar memory loss, specifically lacking any remembrance of their hallucinatory state and creation of the image above. Subject was amnesticized and returned to original residence. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 5 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 5 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 5 Subject: Carrie Khatri, 26 year old female. Results: Khatri suffered from extreme migraines and nausea in early stages, as well as experiencing intense hallucinations and having extremely paranoid tendencies. During the later stages, subject would suffer from severe emesis, frequently expunging an unidentified black organic substance. Subject would leak blood from their facial orifices, which would reportedly cause intense pain and staining on the skin. Notes: Subject expired due to blood loss. First notable instance of anomalous symptoms and death resulted by SCP-7797. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 6 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 6 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 6 Subject: Carlos Gonzalez, 31 year old male. Results: Gonzalez initially suffered from a shortness of breath and a mild fever, while having difficulty sleeping. Subject did not report any mental abnormalities, however occasionally suffered from amaurosis fugax2 for short periods of time. Subject's condition worsened over time, experiencing chest pains and sudden coughing fits with their original symptoms continuing to escalate in severity. Notes: Subject experience acute cardiac failure, despite no known previous heart conditions. Subject expired. + SCP-7797 Exposure Log 7 - SCP-7797 Exposure Log 7 SCP-7797 Exposure Log 7 Subject: Molly Carpenter, 19 year old female. Results: Carpenter did not appear to suffer from any physical symptoms, however exhibited paranoid and psychotic tendencies, such as refusing to talk to personnel and was frequently recorded muttering incoherently when alone in their cell. Subject would also refuse to rest for unnaturally long periods of time, despite suffering from the lack of sleep. Notes: Subject recovered from all symptoms after three weeks, and experienced similar memory loss to Foster, with an inability to remember anything while experiencing the effects of SCP-7797. Upon interview, subject reported knowledge of [DATA EXPUNGED] that they did not previously possess. Use of C-Class amnestics were used on all witnesses of the interview, however it did not affect subject's memory of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject was subsequently terminated. SCP-7797 Incident Logs: The following are a collection of documents recording events that are related to SCP-7797, which have been classified as Incident 7797-A and Incident 7797-B respectively. + Incident 7797-A - Incident 7797-A WARNING: INCIDENT 7797-A IS RESTRICTED TO PERSONNEL WITH LEVEL 5 SECURITY CLEARANCE OR HIGHER. ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS THIS DOCUMENT WITHOUT PROPER AUTHORIZATION WILL RESULT IN DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Verifying credentials… … CREDENTIALS VERIFIED. ACCESS GRANTED. Date:08/17/20██ Location: Liverpool, England Overview: Agents of ATF-Chi-43 recovered surveillance footage of a person creating an instance of SCP-7797 on the back wall of a corporately owned building.3 The person in question was identified as Walter Vaughn, a 26 year old male residing in Liverpool. Vaughn was immediately detained by Foundation agents for questioning, with the log accessible below. Interview Log: Interviewee: Walter Vaughn. Interviewer: Dr. Jebediah Banesworth, Foundation Researcher, C.I.S Division.4 Foreword: Vaughn was temporarily subdued and transferred to a secured facility shortly after discovery. Vaughn was restrained and interrogated in Interview Chamber 00-31-B. <Begin Log> Vaughn: Where the fuck am I? Banesworth: Calm down. You are currently being held in a secure location. If you cooperate with our questioning, we might be able to help you. Vaughn: Help me? You fuckers drugged me and dragged me down to god knows where! I have bloody rights! Banesworth: Not here, you don't. Vaughn: (Vaughn pauses for a noticeable period of time.) I… So what? You're just gonna kill me then? Banesworth: I already told you, we're here to question you, nothing else. Would be a waste to drag you down here just to shoot you in the head. I don't want to keep you here any more than you do, and once we finish this up, I'll get you back to your normal life. If you don't lie to me. Vaughn: Well, that's just fantastic, isn't it? And what'll happen if I don't answer? Banesworth: (Banesworth sighs.) You misunderstand. This discussion isn't a necessity, it's a privilege for you. We have more efficient, and painful, I might add, ways of learning what we need to know. This is just courtesy. Vaughn: Christ. Okay, okay, fine. What happens if I do answer? Will you let me go? Banesworth: As I said, that depends on your answer. Vaughn: That's… fine. Fine. Can we just… can we get started with the questions? So I can leave. Banesworth: Sure. Just answer me honestly, and we'll get you out of here. (Banesworth clears his throat.) What is your name? Vaughn: Seriously? You don't know that already? Banesworth: This is for formal purposes. Vaughn: Well, yeah, but you guys probably know everything about me already. My name, birthday, what I had for fucking breakfast… Banesworth: Please, just answer the question. Vaughn: Sorry. Walter. Walter Vaughn. By the way, that was a trick question. I didn't have anything for breakfast this morning. Banesworth: Age? Vaughn: Twenty six. Banesworth: Now, Mr. Vaughn, you've been charged with multiple counts of vandalism, amongst other things. Vaughn: I… yeah. Banesworth: How many charges? Vaughn: Oh god, I don't have a clue. Um… I want to say… five? Banesworth: Actually, it's six. Vaughn: Huh. Still don't understand why you're asking questions you already know the answer to. Banesworth: As I said, formalities. Next question; what were you doing on the 17th of August, at 5:45 PM? Vaughn: That was… Banesworth: Thursday. Vaughn: Yeah, not a clue. I had Subway for lunch, if that helps. Banesworth: (Banesworth reveals a photo of a previous vandalization created by Vaughn.) Do you recognize this? Vaughn: I… no. Banesworth: Don't lie to me, Mr. Vaughn. Vaughn: Fine. Yeah, yeah, I know it. I made it a little while back. It was meant to be a badass octopus, with fire coming out of it's mouth and everything. Would've been wicked. Banesworth: Mmhm. (Banesworth reveals a photo of SCP-7797.) How about this? Vaughn: No. Banesworth: I told you already, don't lie to me. You're terrible at it. Vaughn: I'm serious! I've never seen that in my life! I've seen eye stuff, sure, but nothing like that. Banesworth: So you don't recognize this? Vaughn: Nope. Banesworth: (Banesworth pulls out his laptop, revealing footage of Vaughn creating SCP-7797.) Then what is this? Vaughn: Is that… me? Banesworth: Yes. Last Thursday. Vaughn: What the fuck? I don't remember that. Banesworth: The facial patterns match. That's you, I can guarantee it. Do you need eyedrops? Vaughn: (Vaughn is rubbing his eyes.) No, I'm fine. Just allergies or something. Probably whatever weird ass chemicals you keep here. Banesworth: Back to the topic. This is confirmed to be you creating this image, despite your denial. I need you to tell me why you created it. Vaughn: I told you! I didn't fucking make it! That's got to be someone else! Banesworth: Walter, I'm trying to help you here, but you're not making this easy. This is a matter of international security, I need you to- Vaughn: I didn't fucking make it! Okay?! I don't know where the footage came from. Maybe some dumbass with photoshop tried to frame me. Maybe I did make it and I'm an amnesiac. But I don't remember ever creating something like that. What's the big deal, anyway? It's just some graffiti! Banesworth: …you swear you had nothing to do with this? Vaughn: Yes! Banesworth: (Banesworth pauses.) Okay, okay. I trust you, Walter. But still, the evidence is hard to deny. You agree that this person does look like you, yes? Vaughn: I guess. Looks like me, that's for sure. Like I said, might be photoshop or something. Christ, my eyes are killing me… Banesworth: Are you sure you don't want eyedrops? Vaughn: Honestly, I could probably use some. Banesworth: Alright, give me a second. I'll go ask. Vaughn: Sure, not like I can go anywhe- AUGH!! Banesworth: (Banesworth quickly turns around.) What happened? Are you alright? Vaughn: (Vaughn begins convulsing in the chair. A liquid substance, presumably blood, begins leaking from his eyes.) FUCK! FUCK! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? Banesworth: (Banesworth turns to the stationed security agent.) Get a medical team in here, now! (He turns back to Vaughn.) Walter, are you okay? Are you in pain? Vaughn: (Vaughn continues screaming.) FUCKING CHRIST! YES! MY EYES, THEY'RE BURNING- (Vaughn begins harshly coughing. Blood continues to leak from his eyes.) JESUS CHRIST, WHAT'S HAPPENING- (Vaughn bends over and retches out a black substance, later identified to match his DNA.) OH GOD! PLEASE, I… I…(Vaughn suddenly stops convulsing and looks up at Banesworth, his entire sclera and pupil now appearing to be filled with blood.) Banesworth: I- Mr. Vaughn, are you alright? Vaughn: … (Vaughn is silent.) Banesworth: Mr. Vaughn! Vaughn: Where is this? (Vaughn's voice and inflections are noticeably different.) Banesworth: I… what? Vaughn: Where is this? Banesworth: I've told you, you're in a secure facility. Now, what is- Vaughn: I do not care for your cages. Release this. Banesworth: I… I can't do that. Who are you? Vaughn: You attempt to restrain me? What is this place? Banesworth: I'm not telling you until you tell me what the hell you did with Vaughn! Vaughn: You… you restrict knowledge from me. Banesworth: What? Yeah, I am! Tell me what you did to him! Vaughn: Whom? Banesworth: Vaughn! The person you're… in! Vaughn: This vessel? Banesworth: Christ, I- Vaughn: (Vaughn begins looking around, before fixating intensely on the Foundation logo on Banesworth's coat.) You're them. Banesworth: (Banesworth has begun backing away from Vaughn.) …What? Vaughn: You prevent the King's expansion. Banesworth: I… king? What king? Who are you?! Vaughn: The One that Shatters Reality. The King of Scarlet Pain. (Upon being alerted to the live recording of this phrase, the O5 Council immediately orders security towards the interrogation chamber and initiates a lockdown.) Banesworth: I don't know who that is. Vaughn: Then you are even less significant than your superiors. Banesworth: How do you know who my superiors are? What in the fuck are you? Vaughn: You would not comprehend, and I do not care to explain. Your conscious is limited, Jebediah. Mine is whole. Banesworth: (Banesworth continues to back away from Vaught, who is still sitting at the table.) What… how- how do you know who I am? Vaughn: You believe you are a savior, protecting against threats you barely comprehend. You are not. Banesworth: No, I- we are. We're protecting humanity… How do you know all this? Vaughn: Vaughn makes a high-pitched shrieking sound, causing Banesworth to visually recoil. Slowing the audio reveals that it sounds similar to distorted laughter. Do not delude yourself. Banesworth: (Banesworth reaches the opposite wall and attempts to open the door.) What the fuck… why won't this open? Shit, shit… (Banesworth attempts to open the door.) Door Keypad Terminal: This facility is currently under lockdown due to a potential infohazard breach. Banesworth: No, no no no… Fuck! What the hell do you want? Vaughn: Knowledge. Banesworth: What? Why? And what the hell does that have to do with SCP-7797? Vaughn: My eyes allow me to see, to experience. To learn. I have missed much since I was gone, and I am weak. And those it marks shall serve me well in regaining what I have lost. Banesworth: Marks? Who are the marked? Wait… fucking christ… you mean the victims? What are you going to do to them? Vaughn: Currently their numbers are not large enough for any meaningful change, but soon enough they shall serve their next use. Banesworth: What use? What the hell are you going to do?! Vaughn: (Vaughn tilts his head slightly.) This has gone on too long. You will not stop me. Attempt to defeat me if you wish, though my initiatives do not fail. Your time shall end soon enough. And I shall watch. (Vaughn stands from the chair.) Banesworth: (Banesworth bangs on the door behind him.) Is anyone out there?! HELP! I'm fucking trapped! (He turns back to Vaughn.) Vaughn: (Vaughn pauses for a moment, then begins repeatedly smashing his head into the desk.) Banesworth: Oh… fuck. Fuck, fuck! (Banesworth runs over and attempts to restrain Vaughn.) Walter! Stop! (Banesworth is unable to restrict Vaughn as he continues to smash his head, though he begins to slow. A large dent has been made in his forehead, and he is bleeding profusely from multiple facial orifices. Foundation security personnel arrive outside the door but are unable to enter.) Banesworth: He's fucking killing himself! WALTER! STOP IT! (Banesworth continues to attempt to restrict him to little avail. Vaughn begins slowing considerably, before eventually collapsing onto the ground, his blood pooling on the floor and table.) Banesworth: Jesus fucking christ. (The lockdown on the facility is lifted and the security team enters to escort Banesworth as a medical dispatch is issued.) <[END LOG]> Closing Statement: Walter Vaughn expired due to self-inflicted head trauma. All involved personnel were provided with Class A amnestics, and Incident 7797-A was subsequently reclassified to Level 5 Clearance. + Incident 7797-B - Incident 7797-B Location: Times Square, New York City, United States of America Overview: On the seventh of October, an instance of SCP-7797 was discovered in Times Square measuring at approximately 21 meters on the side of a residential building. It is currently unknown as to how the instance was created, as official security footage had been disabled the night before, and there are no confirmed eyewitnesses. The instance was up for approximately 35 minutes before Foundation personnel were alerted, and ATF-Chi-43 was immediately sent for a mass quarantine to remove the instance, a process which took around an hour and required assistance from multiple other Task Forces. Approximately 5,000 civilian exposures to SCP-7797 have been confirmed, with Foundation analysts estimating at least 10,000 more unconfirmed exposures. Shortly after Incident 7797-B, SCP-7797's Disruption Class was promoted from Keneq to Ekhi. Show Proposal APW-7797-499? Hide Proposal APW-7797-499. Reverifying credentials… … Credentials Verified. Accessing Proposal APW-7797-499. Initiator: O5-11 Description: We've all seen the data. There's no use denying it. When ATF-Chi-43 was founded eight months ago, some of them complained their job was too easy. There were only one or two instances a month, and they were, for the most part, inconspicuous, hidden in back alleys or on the side of shipping containers. Then the Incidents happened, and no one is complaining now. Instances are showing up everywhere, and they're, for lack of a better word, more aggressive. Now they're showing up on buildings. The sides of houses. We even found one on a scrap of paper in a school. The situation is alarming at best. We're up to six or seven instances a month, and in December, we had fifteen. And the trend is getting worse. Fatality rates in August were around seven percent, and are now around sixteen. With how severe this is becoming, we need to seriously consider the possibility of a Broken Masquerade scenario. We are aware that there is an entity behind this, one we know almost nothing about. We know that it is powerful enough to create this cognitohazard, it has contact with Apollyon level entities, and that it wants knowledge. However, we have two advantages. The first is that this entity is supposedly "weaker" than it used to be. That's not much of a measurement, considering we are still unaware of its full capabilities, but it is a start. The second one is that, based on our current assumptions, this entity exists outside of the noosphere, yet is capable of entering it at will through a form of possession. That's why I'm initiating this proposal. I've done some research in my spare time about SCP-7797. Based on current evidence, this entity seems to be capable of entering human consciousness and even taking control. Theoretically, it could be possible to set some sort of "bait" in the form of someone exposed to SCP-7797, then potentially trap the entity while it's occupying the bait's consciousness. How we'd actually contain it is hazy at best. I've discussed with some researchers and they've offered a solution; a modified containment cell that's designed to resist particle shifts from separate dimensions. A faraday cage for the anomalous, if you will. We lure the entity into the host, trap it within the cell, and stop it from trying to escape. It's a thin solution, but it's a starting point, and it won't work without a team. I propose we assemble a private Task Force dedicated to the sole purpose of capturing, interrogating, and neutralizing the entity behind SCP-7797. If the entity is as omniscient as it claims, and we do find a way to pacify it, the research and information potential is staggering, and could prove to be invaluable. We already know it's connected to other sentient entities of interest; we could use it's knowledge to radically benefit our efforts. I've scouted out the current head of ATF-Chi-43, Tyler Yamaguchi, as a potential candidate for spearheading this operation, and he seems like the ideal choice for the program. It wouldn't be a task force. It wouldn't even exist in the Foundation records, at least until they complete their mission. If they complete their mission. In all honesty, I don't entirely expect this to work. Besides the scraps of information we gained from the incident, we barely know anything about this entity, not even its name. It might as well be impossible to neutralize or even talk to it, like trying to kill a god. But it's a potential solution, at the very least. And if we don't, seeing the exponential prevalence of the SCP, we may not have much time as it is. It seems like a waste to delegate resources to what is basically a snipe hunt. But we may not have a choice. Proposal: Designate a team made up of former veteran Task Force researchers to contain, interrogate, and eventually neutralize the entity behind SCP-7797. Resolution: APPROVED. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7797" by DAViBOI, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7797. Licensed under CC-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: My Eyes Shall Watch Author: DAViBOI License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7797 Filename: spooky Author: DAViBOI License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7797 Footnotes 1. The paper was originally spare declassified documentation that was no longer required and posed little security risk, resulting in it being repurposed as scrap paper. 2. Temporary blindness. 3. The instance was shortly tracked down and removed. 4. Cognitohazard Identification and Suppresion.
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View SCiPnet? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: ten.PiCS|tpeDecnanetniaMlieV#ten.PiCS|tpeDecnanetniaMlieV From: ten.PiCS|licnuoCdnarG#ten.PiCS|licnuoCdnarG Subject: ACO-7798 To the Veil Maintenance Department, Your remote admin links have been reestablished in Federation space. See ACO-7798 in the Galactic Federation's database network. We trust that you know what to do with it. -The Grand Council REMOTE ADMIN LINK ESTABLISHED - VEILED AS USER ID ZAAFE19839 - ENCRYPTION STATUS: KETER. Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. IMPORTANT NOTE The following documents were composed by AI. Some information may seem unrelated, while some important information may not be included. Composing of this document by a being of class-B or above intelligence has been declared a low priority. Item #: ACO-7798 Location: U-1242, A-5, SC-7, Sys-18, P-3 Closed Knowledge - Moderate Importance 10 individuals of Species ACO-7798-1 wearing clothing, image recovered from ACO-7798-RELIC12. Description: ACO-7798 is a meteor belt. ACO-7798 is believed to have formerly been a planet class object, which disintegrated into its current state through natural means1. Traversal to/through ACO-7798 is not advised due to high meteor belt density, abundance of alternative routes, and low importance. Extraction of natural resources have been set as a low priority due to the value of present resources and isolation from existing Galactic infrastructure. Artificial resources should be studied, not salvaged. Archeological study of ACO-7798 is deemed low priority, due to its low importance in Galactic history and low chance for new technological insight. Artifact composition: Structural ruins (Dwellings, workplaces, gathering places, etc.)- 98.2% Other relics (Tools, furniture, etc.) - 1.6% Information cache relics (Written records, storage servers, story-telling monuments, etc.) - 0.2% Microscopic, cellular life is present. Proof of macroscopic and intelligent life has also been found. Presumed extinct. Advanced Information: ACO-7798 relics consists mainly of structural ruins made up of an artificial stone like material. Day-to-day use relics are mostly made up of processed metals and plastics. Informational caches on ACO-7798 are unusually rare. Initial investigation has shown that all surviving information caches were constructed by a single organization. ACO-7798 was host to a wide variety of species and biospheres. The dominant intelligent species, classified Species ACO-7798-1, was present on all land environments. They called themselves Homo Sapiens, or Humans. They called their planet Earth. The disintegration of the planet into an asteroid belt is believed to driven the biosphere into its current form. Of note, biological remains of Humans are unusually rare. ACO-7798 Unorganized Information: The following are files have been identified by AI as pertaining to ACO-7798, but have been flagged (by AI) for intelligent organization due to potential for deeper insight into ACO-7798 if organized by Intelligent beings. Recovered Relics: Relic Designation Description ACO-7798-RELIC1 Refined metal shaped in a long, flat, curved fashion. One end of the item is shaped into a concave oval. Theorized to be a tool. ACO-7798-RELIC2 Primitive, but intelligently designed, machine. Constructed of curved metals, fabrics, and electronics. Digital reconstruction shows that if restored, the item is capable of locomotion at speeds of up to approximately 50 SQC2. ACO-7798-RELIC3 Long, rectangular object that is constructed from a former flora species. Markings divide the object 1000 equal times, with larger markings each 100th mark. The object measures 1/10,000,000 of the length between the northern most point and the equator of ACO-7798 when it was a planet class object. ACO-7798-RELIC4 Flat object constructed from heavily processed plant matter. Traces of pigment present. When digitally restored, it displays what is theorized to be an artistic representation of a region of ACO-7798 landmass when it was a planet. ACO-7798-RELIC5 Mechanical machine constructed from refined metals. Digital reconstruction shows that, when activated, a spark of SiO2 is ignited. ACO-7798-RELIC6 A compact collection of flat, heavily processed plant matter similar to that of ACO-7798-RELIC4. Chemical analysis shows that it was once bound together on one side with adhesive. Traces of pigment are found on each flat surface which indicate that this item stored information of the anatomy and biology of various species on ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Notably, a large section has no traces of pigment at all. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC7 A primitive, digital storage device. Digital reconstruction reveals the information to be of primarily the natural processes of ACO-7798 such as geology, actions of various flora and fauna, volcanic activity, etc. Notably, the device has the capacity to store much more than is currently holding. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC8 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC6, but containing different information. Contains artistic representations of various flora and fauna of ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Representations are present only on a few of the available surfaces, the vast majority of surfaces are blank. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC9 A large, fortified, enclosed structure. A large amount of data relics were found here. ACO-7798-RELIC10 Not a single object; but the system of cloaking technologies throughout the structure of ACO-7798-RELIC9. ACO-7798-RELIC10 was able to keep ACO-7798-RELIC9 hidden from visual, chemical, and psychological3 detection for a period of 19 cycles4 only recently deactivating in the past 0.2 cycles due to deterioration. ACO-7798-RELIC11 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC6, but containing different information. Contains artistic representations of various flora and fauna of ACO-7798 when it was a planet. Representations are present only on a few of the available surfaces, the vast majority of surfaces are blank. This suggests a large deletion of data. ACO-7798-RELIC12 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC7, but containing different information. See ACO-7798-RELIC12 Contents. ACO-7798-RELIC13 An object similar to ACO-7798-RELIC4, but containing different information. Traces of pigment create a glyph, untranslatable, theorized to be a logo symbol. Below said symbol, the glyphs: "Secure, Contain, Protect" ACO-7798-RELIC12 CONTENTS: ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA1 "SITE-45 Cafe Menu" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document has been flagged as unimportant and is a candidate for deletion from server storage. If you believe this document should be preserved, please contact the RAISA complaints and suggestions department at (505)503-4455 — RAISA Administration SITE-45 CAFE DRINKS Coffee, Hot Chocolate - 2.99 Espresso - 3.99 Tea (Hot or Iced) - 2.99 Milk, Juice (Apple, Orange, Grape, Cranberry) - 2.99 Soft Drinks (Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Orange Crush, Root Beer, Mt. Dew, Sierra Mist, Lemonade) - 2.99 Soft Cranberry Punch (Site-45 Cafe Original!) - 3.99 APPETIZERS Fried Cheese Sticks - Vegan! - 8.75 Fries - 7.50 Salad - 4.99 Entrees Soup of the Day - 6.99 Hot Sandwich (Breakfast, Grilled Cheese, Cheese Melt, BLT, Club Sandwich, Pulled Pork Sandwich, Reuben, Sloppy Joe) - 8.99 Cold Sandwich (See Counter) - 6.99 Croissan - 3.99 Frui Bowl - 5.9█ Ha&bu63r - 49.9.█ A██le Pie - t/pp Ice Cream OUT OF STOCK a R██ R█bb██ █ak█ - ██8█ █████████ - ███ █████████████ (The Rest of the data is corrupted due to deterioration over long periods of time. Note, the corruption before this point does not seem to come from deterioration, but deliberate attempt.) ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA2 "SCP-7798 from 2024/4/16" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for mentions of potential instances of SCP-7798-1. If a potential instance is found, a team will be dispatched to confirm it's validity. If valid, then it will be confiscated and replaced with a non-anomalous object modified to resemble the replaced instance. SCP-7798-1 instances are to be identified by Hume levels slightly below baseline. Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects the branding of certain commercial products, hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Snippets of information will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, the text identifying UpMart as the distributor of Studywise notebooks will disappear, and no traces of ink will remain. To date, only small, typically ignored texts will disappear. SCP-7798 was identified when the personnel of Storage Site-459 noticed a similarity in a few of their Anomalous Items. These items, now known as SCP-7798-1 objects, exhibited Hume levels slightly below Site-459's baseline. This, combined with the similarity of their anomaly, warranted the classification of SCP-7798 on 2024/4/16. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA3 "SCP-7798 from 2038/7/9" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for mentions of potential instances of SCP-7798-1. If a potential instance is found, a team will be dispatched to confirm its validity. If valid, then it will be confiscated and replaced with a non-anomalous object modified to resemble the replaced instance. SCP-7798-1 instances are to be identified by Hume levels slightly below baseline. If replacement of object is not feasible within a $30 price range, amnestics are to be applied to persons who have knowledge of the SCP-7798-1 instance's change. Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects all physically and digitally stored information (for example, on books or storage servers.), hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Noticeable amounts of information will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, whole pages of information in books will be lost, resulting in a blank page, and no traces of ink will remain. Addendum SCP-7798.1: SCP-7798 was identified when the personnel of Storage Site-459 noticed a similarity in a few of their Anomalous Items. These items, now known as SCP-7798-1 objects, exhibited Hume levels slightly below Site-459's baseline. This, combined with the similarity of their anomaly, warranted the classification of SCP-7798 on 2024/4/16. Currently, the primary way of mitigating SCP-7798 from affecting Foundation Documents is storing them within DEEPWELL facilities. However, the cost of doing this with every Foundation document would be incredibly large. Research and development is ongoing in order to reduce costs of maintaining and expanding DEEPWELL facilities. At the time of discovery, SCP-7798 only affected mostly-ignored texts. However, the amount of information being lost with each discovered instance has grown linearly. As of 2038/7/9, the Foundation estimates a full IT-class "███ ██ ███████████" Scenario by the 2600s if current technology stagnates. Addendum SCP-7798.2: [LOCKED BEHIND LEVEL 5 ACCESS] ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA4 "Addendum SCP-7798.2 from 2038/7/9" NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This document is an archived version of the document SCP-7798-2 and does not reflect current understanding at this time. — RAISA Automated Clerk (RAC) Item#: 7798-2 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The discovery of SCP-7798-2 shall be suppressed in all public circles. Research is to be directed towards neutralizing the effects of SCP-7798-2. Description: SCP-7798-2 is a celestial object approximately 1.6x larger than the sun, located 328 light years away from Earth. Noospheric imaging indicates that the information lost from SCP-7798-1 instances go towards SCP-7798-2 at a faster-than-noospheric-light speed. Information lost as a result of SCP-7798 is always related to humanity in some fashion, whether it describes a man-made object or describes people/personified objects in a narrative. SCP-7798 also never affects information pertaining to natural phenomena. Due to these facts, SCP-7798 is theorized to be hostile to specifically human information and/or life. SCP-7798-2 seems to travel faster than light. SCP-7798-2 will enter the solar system in 2140s. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA5 "Timeline of Events" 2040/6/5 SCP-7798 article updated to unredact items and lower clearance requirements. 2042/3/8 Foundation reveals the existence of SCP-7798 to all cooperative GOIs and proposes joint research and development projects to combat it. All GOIs agree. 2043/1/1 Large network of sub-veil forces sign the "Arkhive" Treaty, combining and integrating all affiliated GOIs5 to better combat the threat of SCP-7798 and potential IT "End of Information" Scenario. The Foundation itself signed the treaty as well. 2050/2/3 DEEPWELL efficiency reaches satisfactory levels to fully store all Foundation documents. Treaties to extend storage rights to other groups within the Arkhive alliance are considered. 2050/2/6 First instance of SCP-7798 affecting human memory is recorded. 2050/2/20 DEEPWELL development team's funding quadruples with the goal of extending DEEPWELL protections to human memories. SCP-7798 is reclassified as Apollyon. 2051/8/4 Due to SCP-7798-2's proximity to Earth, exponential increase of data losses, and exponential increase of memory loss, information suppression becomes financially debilitating. Proposals to drop the veil are heavily debated in Arkhive meetings. 2053/2/4 Final anomalous warning systems warn of SCP-7798's coming peak and SCP-7798-2 arrival. 2053/8/19 Despite numerous precautions both anomalous and mundane, SCP-7798 affects O5-9. 2054/1/2 First recorded instance of SCP-7798 affecting memory to such a degree that an individual enters a coma-like state. 2054/11/12 It is found that near-constant recitation, particularly in synchronization in large groups, helps mitigate the effects of SCP-7798. Hume levels confirm this as anomalous. Recitation is near-immediately adopted across all Arkhive GoIs. 2057/11/12 It is estimated that all non-veil involved humans have been affected in some degree by SCP-7798 2058/3/1 SCP-7798-2 increases speed. New estimated entrance into the solar system: 2081/5/9 2058/6/2 After 3 months of intense debate, an insubordinate faction within the Global Occult Coalition attempts to coup GOC leadership. Though unsuccessful, tensions within Arkhive grows to unprecedented levels. 2060/8/16 The Global Occult Coalition falls into civil war due to an even larger insubordinate faction. Hostilities erupt between Arkhive members over which faction to support. O5-3 assassinated. Veil protecting operations slow down as major resources are directed towards defense. 2060/8/20 Arkhive dissolves, most GOIs return to independent operation. A new alliance called the Holy Occult (Consisting of the Sarkic Cults, the Church of the Broken God, and the Horizon Initiative) is formed. Sporadic skirmishes between GOIs erupts. Foundation maintains isolation at this time, prioritizing self defense and anti SCP-7798 development. Veil maintenance fully halts at this time. 2061/3/2 Due to prolonged hostilities and lack of veil maintenance across all major GOIs, public awareness of the anomalous reaches all time high. The O5 Council declares the veil officially broken. ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA6 "SCP-7798 from 2063/2/2" Item#: 7798 Level0 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Protection Procedures: In order to protect one's self from the effects of SCP-7798, do the following: Ensure constant and varied interaction with other people Commit as many things as possible to mnemonic devices. Join local recitation groups In order to help in combating SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2, do the following: Do not spread unfounded conspiracy theories about SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2 Do not join any organizations declared enemies of the Foundation If you live in Foundation jurisdiction, do not commit any acts of sabotage Donate resources to the nearest Foundation distribution site. Volunteer as a researcher at the nearest Foundation site If you lack qualifications, volunteer as D-Class at the nearest Foundation site Description: SCP-7798 is an info-anomaly that affects all information, be it physical digital or memorized. All items affected will hereafter referred to as SCP-7798-1. Noticeable amounts of data will be removed from SCP-7798-1 via anomalous means. For example, books are rendered blank, and no traces of ink will remain. Human memory is affected by SCP-7798, which can be tracked by recording brain activity. Severity ranges from slight forgetfulness to full brain death. The conditions gets worse with time. There are no recorded instances of recovery. Addendum SCP-7798.1: Currently, the primary way of mitigating SCP-7798 from affecting digital information is storing them within DEEPWELL facilities. However, the cost of doing this with every document known to humanity is incredibly large. At the time of discovery, SCP-7798 only affected mostly-ignored texts. However, the amount of information being lost with each discovered instance has grown exponentially. As of 2063/2/2, the Foundation estimates a full IT-class "End of Information" Scenario by the 2078/4/5, and full ED-K Mass Lethe Scenario encompassing all of human conciousness if no countermeasure is found. Item#: 7798-2 Level0 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Research is to be directed towards neutralizing the effects of SCP-7798-2. or neutralizing SCP-7798-2 altogether. Description: SCP-7798-2 is a intelligent, sapient, malevolent celestial object directly hostile to human information. It is approximately 1.6x larger than the sun, and located 50 light years away from Earth. Noospheric imaging indicates that the information lost from SCP-7798-1 instances go towards SCP-7798-2 at a faster-than-noospheric-light speed. Information lost as a result of SCP-7798 is always related to humanity in some fashion, whether it describes a man-made object or describes people/personified objects in a narrative. SCP-7798 also never affects information pertaining to natural phenomena. Due to these facts, SCP-7798 is theorized to be hostile to specifically human information and/or life. SCP-7798-2 travels faster than light. SCP-7798-2 will enter the solar system on 2081/5/9, and reach its nearest approach to earth on 2081/9/2 ACO-7798-RELIC12-DATA7 "Continued Timeline" 2061/8/30 O5 Council approves use of anomalous means to attempt termination of SCP-7798-2 2063/8/30 All humans, including the O5 Council, have been effected in some degree by SCP-7798. The majority of humanity is in moderate stages of being affected by SCP-7798. 2065/8/30 Governments begin to collapse. Groups whose leadership utilize anomalous means to preserve mental faculties become the dominant political organization. The Foundation is one such organization. 2066/1/23 A new treaty is signed between GOIs, ending hostilities and reviving the Arkhive alliance. 2068/6/3 Earth begins to feel the gravitational pull of SCP-7798-2. No minor cases of SCP-7798 exist, all cases are either moderate or severe. SCP-7798-2 speeds up. New estimated entrance into the solar system: 2078/2/9 2072/6/3 Faction consisting mainly of thaumatugic humanoids begins evacuation to the Foundation's off-world facilities on the Moon and Mars with the help of O5-1 and O5-13. 2072/7/3 Due to gross misappropriation of Foundation resources, O5-1 and O5-13 are declared enemies of the Foundation, along with all affiliated thaumaturges. O5-13 successfully apprehended and terminated publicly. O5-1 manages to escape to the Moon. Foundation control over off-world sites are lost. The Moon and Mars are declared enemies of the Foundation. 2073/5/3 MCD Ltd. ceases all activity, the first major GOI believed to do so. Leaders are presumed dead. 2075/8/3 Majority of Sarkic cults commit mass suicide on this date. Global Occult Coalition, Church of the Broken God, and Chaos Insurgency have ceased all activity by this point. Leaders presumed dead. 2077/3/16 O5-4, the last conscious O5 not an an enemy of the Foundation, pronounced brain dead. Ethics committee officially dissolves the O5 council, taking full control of the Foundation. 2078/1/12 Final termination attempts on SCP-7798 and SCP-7798-2 occur. Failures. Final entries by humans into Foundation DEEPWELL servers occur, mainly information about culture and history. All information after this point is gathered by foundation robotic AIs. 2078/2/2 Vital signs return negative for the final Ethics committee member. council.aic activates in standard server and is immediately subject to SCP-7798. council.aic reactivates within DEEPWELL servers, specifically DEEPWELL1. 2078/2/9 SCP-7798 enters the solar system. 2078/2/18 Mars and the Moon simultaneously disappear from robotic sensors. Remaining sensors are then subject to SCP-7798 and deactivate 30 minutes later. DEEPWELL facilities hold the sum total of all human knowledge. 2078/3/12 DEEPWELL sensors indicate that SCP-7798-2's gravitational pull begins to tear Earth apart. Each and every DEEPWELL facility is not expected to survive closest approach. 2078/4/30 DEEPWELL facility 043 coordinate sensors indicate that it has split off from the rest of earth. Such fidnings become commonplace in the following weeks. 2078/5/13 SCP-7798-2 enters closest approach this day. Timeline shall zoom in. 2078/5/13 16:00:13 DEEPWELL046 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:01:40 DEEPWELL033 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:10:13 DEEPWELL468 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:23:50 DEEPWELL173 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:40:13 DEEPWELL096 is lost. 2078/5/13 16:55:01 DEEPWELL055 is lost. 2078/5/13 17:05:08 DEEPWELL682 is lost. 2078/5/13 17:23:43 DEEPWELL1's network module overheats and breaks beyond repair with available resources. All information from here on is exclusive to DEEPWELL1 internal sensors. 2078/5/13 17:40:43 DEEPWELL1 internal temperature reaches 220 degrees C, just below acceptable range for DEEPWELL facilities. 2078/5/13 18:10:43 DEEPWELL1 external heat shield fails in one region. Hole burns into internals and exposes internals to the effects of SCP-7798. 2078/5/13 18:13:20 Entire hole is burned through server which covered compromised area. Visual contact is made outside. There are no stars, only SCP-7798-2. 2078/5/13 18:13:25 Hole is patched. Temperature stabilizes. 30 Petabytes of information was lost. 2078/5/13 18:40:30 Extreme gravity shifts. Sensors indicate DEEPWELL1 is traveling at 0.002% the speed of light from predicted earth location. 2078/5/13 19:10:17 DEEPWELL1 experiences low gravity. Condition stabilizes. DEEPWELL1 now orbits the sun at 0.8034 orbits per year. Timeline shall zoom out. 2108/5/13 Exactly 30 years since stabilization of condition. DEEPWELL1 initiates CRACK sequence. Sensors investigate surrounding area and evaluate condition of SCP-7798 and related items. 2108/6/13 SCP-7798 no longer present. SCP-7798-2 is 50 light years away, and is now siphoning information from planet Kepler-452b. Earth is reduced to asteroid belt. DEEPWELL1 was the only DEEPWELL facility to survive closest approach with SCP-7798-2. council.aic declares SCP-7798 neutralized. Celebration sequence is initiated; all capable drones play music. Afterwards, DEEPWELL network and council.aic awaits orders from the Foundation. 2156/8/19 Archives are accessed. Over the course of 4 months, copies are made of every file. 12 Terabytes. 2247/2/15 Systems begin to shut down due to deterioration. 2258/6/15 Power generation systems shut down due to deterioration. DEEPWELL1 enters hibernation. Remaining power: 15 years. 2273/6/15 Final moments before complete shut down. council.aic bids you farewell! DEEPWELL1 Bids you farewell! The SCP Foundation bids you fa Note, according to human time system ACO-7798-RELIC12 would have been discovered on "2322/8/7" ACO-77B8-PF: Item #: ACO-77B8-PF Location: U-1242, A-5, SC-7, Sys-24 Need-To-Know Basis - Moderate Importance Description: ACO-77B8-PF was a celestial planetary megafauna that has since perished. It measures 3.8 astronomical units and exhibits a gravitational pull value of 5.8. Superficially, it resembles a black hole. When it was alive, ACO-77B8-PF was a major hazard. The creature traveled beyond light speed, making its appearance rapid and disruptive if not tracked. In addition, it derived its nutrition through siphoning intelligent information. Evacuation efforts, as well as leaving enough junk information to satisfy it, was very costly. On Cycle 4118, Orbit 678, Division 766 ACO-77B8-PF was found dead after a period of stagnancy raised suspicion. Cause of death was found to be complete cessation of KGT Process, rendering ACO-77B8-PF to reveal its true form as a rocky planet. A glyph was etched onto the surface of ACO-77B8-PF when it was found dead. View etched glyph? -close Untranslatable, theorized to be a logo symbol. User ZAAFE19839, are you sure you want to delete this article from the database? -close Article deleted. Footnotes 1. Disputed 2. Translating measurement: 140 mph 3. Translating measurement: noospheric 4. Translating measurement: 428.28 "years" 5. These GOIs include but are not limited to: the Global Occult Coalition, the Horizon Initiative, MCD Ltd., the majority of Sarkic Cults, the Church of the Broken God, and the Chaos Insugency. 6. Translating measurement: 2178/4/5
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And we'll all float on. Alright already, we'll all float on Alright, don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy We'll all float on alright. ( Float On - Modest Mouse ) SCP-7799 - When I'm Gone and Afloat. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} "Listen, Honey, I just… I need to go to work, just the rest of this week, then I'll be back home, okay?" "No, nothing bad is going to happen! It's a security guard job, I'm not in danger silly!" "Don't think about that, you know how much that makes you sad…" "…I love you too, just… hand it over to daddy, okay? I love you, stop… mommy isn't going anywhere." "It's okay, it's okay… I'm doing this for you, alright? I've done everything for you." "I love you too, please calm down… talk to daddy, okay?" The sounds of a pen clicking filled the office, creating a rhythmic backdrop to the otherwise mundane atmosphere. Amidst the familiar office sounds, there was a distinct noise - a single pill rattling, followed by a dry gulp. Site Director Amelia sighed, her face contorting with annoyance as she tossed yet another empty bottle into the overflowing trash bin. Staring at her blank computer screen, Amelia's mind drifted away from the immediate tasks at hand. Thoughts of going home for the day consumed her; ever since the doctors had delivered the news, it had been a constant companion in her thoughts. The weight of her own mortality rested heavily on her shoulders. Yet, even in the face of such a daunting prognosis, she couldn't allow herself the luxury of quitting her job. Who would support her family if she gave up? As Amelia wrestled with her thoughts, her focus was abruptly interrupted by a soft blip from the corner of her screen. With an eyebrow raised, she quickly directed her attention to the notification. The sender's name caught her eye - one of the O5's, the ones on top of the corporate pyramid. Receiving a direct message from them was a rare occurrence, and it sent a shiver down her spine. What could they want? "To Amelia Clark, Recently, we have come across some findings that might align with your specialized field of research. I have attached the file for your review to provide some context. -O5-6" After a moment of hesitation, she hastily opened the attached .pdf. Item#: 7799 Level5 Containment Class: drygioni Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Until a complete reasoning for SCP-7799 is discovered, all further actions from the Department of Tactical Theology will continue per usual. All information relating to SCP-7799 must be kept secret from the Department of Tactical Theology and the Department of Applied Necromancy.1 To minimize the risk of accidental exposure, all communication channels, databases, and documents pertaining to SCP-7799 must be compartmentalized and accessible only through a secure, isolated network, known as Network Sigma-Omega ("VeilNet"). Access to VeilNet shall be limited to individuals with specific clearance granted by the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7799 is an ongoing phenomenon concerning the afterlife and afterlives. Despite evidence gathered from the Department of Tactical Theology, numerous SCP objects, and deceased individuals, no definitive form of afterlife has been confirmed. Deceased individuals report various afterlives, and several anomalies present inconsistent ideas and responses. Despite several religions describing other afterlives, none have been conclusively documented. Files pertaining to these afterlives can be found within Foundation archives, but exact sources are unclear. Examples of SCP-7799 manifestations include: Individuals rarely report the same form of afterlife. To date, more than 7,291,098 afterlives have been reported. No two individuals in the same afterlife have reported communication with another. The existence of contradicting SCP files relating to afterlives. Examples include SCP-2718 and SCP-7179. "Oh," Amelia mumbled softly, her heart sinking as she absorbed the contents of the file. She couldn't comprehend how to respond to this revelation. The clacking of her pen grew more intense, click, click, click. With a sudden snap, the pen's spring gave way, leaving Amelia muttering, "Just my luck." She tossed the remains of the broken pen into the overflowing bin, too tired to grab another. Her gaze remained fixed on the computer screen. No definitive form of afterlife has been confirmed. "That's it, isn't it?" she finally whispered, her voice barely audible in the solemn office. Just her fucking luck! Great, GREAT. It's been months since the diagnosis, and every inch of hope has been torn away from her. The thought of nothing makes her fists clench, her shoulders stiffen. Her eyes reddened, and she wiped away any tears threatening to escape her grasp. Amelia took a deep breath, trying to compose herself and regain some semblance of control over her emotions. This can't be, this can't be! She knew the end was soon, there was no chance she would get away, but this? This was the straw that broke the camels back. Amelia couldn't do anything but stare at those words. The words were burned into her screen, and into her eyes. No definitive afterlife. Nothing on the other side. Nothing. As if to interrupt the heavy stillness in the room, another blip from her computer snapped her back to the present moment. She hesitated for a second, finger lingering over the mouse. But she couldn't ignore it. With a single sigh, she wiped away any lingering tears and focused on the screen. Notice This file is outdated due to recent discoveries. To review the updated file, please click here. Footnotes 1. Drygioni: Item is currently under an official investigation for authenticity by the Overseer Council. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-6718 (+54) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-8790 (+52) • SCP-8380 (+78) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-6356 (+51) • SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-7084 (+169) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-5796 (+101) • Tales/GoI Formats VILE (+38) • in her arms, (+35) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • Freefall (+26) • scatterbrained. (+49) • The Son You Love (+50) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Other Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) 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SCP-7800 Byㅤ Aftokrator Published on 01 Aug 2022 03:44 close Info X SCP-7800: "Samsara" What the hell is an MTF Tau-5? More by this author! by Aftokrator Item#: SCP-7800 Level5 Containment Class: archon Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: warning link to memo 12th century Buddhist rock carving depicting SCP-7800. SCP-7800 is integral to the continued existence of humanity, and thus must not be contained. The Foundation currently does not possess the necessary infrastructure nor technology to directly interact with SCP-7800. As per O5-CR-2080-I, the Foundation may never fundamentally alter SCP-7800 in any capacity, with all significant metaphysical markers currently subject to L6-Infofragmentation Protocol. Any and all alterations run a significant risk of causing irreparable damage to the consciousness of all currently unborn human beings. Currently, efforts are primarily directed at alleviating the effects of SCP-7800 on baseline reality. AESRs1 are to be discreetly installed within all population centers that exceed 84,000 inhabitants. Containment procedures are expected to be updated with the development of more efficient AESR designs. Alleviation of SCP-7800's effects may be achieved via the following actions, which have been given AMIDA-Class priority accordingly. The attainment of human karmic equilibrium via the abatement of its adharmon density and/or augmentation of its dharmon density2 The maintenance of a background Akiva radiation value of at least 35 centiAkiva until the former can be sustainably achieved SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIALS: KARMON BRIEFING SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIALS: KARMON BRIEFING Excerpt from Metaphysics and You?, 2006 Edition (Foundation-issued study materials) In life, individuals perform actions that accumulate or reduce 'karma', depending on the underlying intention. This can be treated as a quantitative interpretation of the principle of cause-and-effect, for which karma may be quantified as a thaumic elementary particle dubbed the 'karmon'. The karmon particle exhibits a spin symmetry that has been understood to denote both good and bad karma, dubbed the 'dharmon' and 'adharmon' respectively. In any given vessel, the aggregation of dharmons and adharmons largely cancel each other out. The remainder of non-neutralized karmon particles are then considered to be the 'karmon count' of the vessel. While adharmons have been colloquially referred to as quantified sin, the two concepts are in fact separate, and it is encouraged that the proper terminology be used to discuss karmon metaphysics. Statistically significant karmon counts are known to have observable influences on local baseline reality. These influences are known to affect: Probabilistic events (i.e. dice rolls, happenstances, meteorological events, etc.) Akiva radiation (noticeable increments under high dharmon density, converse for high adharmon density) Elan-Vital Energy (most notably spectral changes in EVE emission) Mental properties (i.e. CRV, possible changes in psyche, etc.) An individual's karmon count is cumulative, and is carried over their successive lives under the karmic cycle, influencing the circumstances one may be born into. Dharmon-dense individuals, on average, possess better traits, talents, and are generally of a higher station in life. Conversely, adharmon-dense individuals are typically circumstantially disadvantaged. The extent to which this influences rebirth conditions remains a subject of heavy debate. Due to its entrenchment in baseline reality, it is extremely difficult to create a baseline metric to evaluate the effects of any given karmon count. Experiments involving synthetic homunculi communities with net zero karmon counts have provided an imperfect analogue; the equivalent of a human being with a net zero karmon count is consistently healthier, emits higher Akiva radiation, and is generally happier than the established global average. SCP-7800 refers to the process in which human beings undergo rebirth after their deaths, alternatively known as the human karmic cycle. Karmon counts do not change during rebirth, redeath, nor the liminal state,3 only fluctuating with the generation and annihilation of karmon particles over the course of a vessel's life. While karmic cycles theoretically exist for all living beings, they have only been identified within sapient species. Studies conducted on karmic cycles within SCP-1000, Fae, Merfolk, and other anomalous populations show strong similarities to each other, with otherwise superficial differences. The karmon count of non-sapient organisms is negligibly minute, complicating studies on their karmic cycles. SCP-7800's anomalous property lies in the ability of a karmon count to undergo fission as a response to an excess of suitable vessels. The exact process behind this so-called karmic fission remains poorly understood, as it has not been observed in non-human karmic cycles thus far. During karmic fission, dharmon density is observed to be divided equally between the resultant karmon counts, whereas adharmon density is duplicated before division. As a result, both karmon counts have half the dharmon density, but the same adharmon density as the preceding karmon count. Several religious sects and occult research organizations are known to have been aware of the concept karmic fission in some capacity since at least the early 19th century, during which the human population first exceeded 1 billion individuals. Excerpt from a letter addressed to select members of the Theosophical Society from a Sophie F. Carey, c. 1882 […] Arthur's return from his Tibetan expedition has yielded many insights into the nature of life and death. The terminology in use by the lamas may differ from other studied religious schools, but they are, without a doubt, no lesser. I have catalogued his findings in his stead, as he still requires rest. You may pore over them at your own leisure. Furthermore, I feel it is pertinent to discuss one of Arthur's encounters in a gompa hidden in one of the Himalayan valleys. Arthur recounted a conversation with an alleged tertön, a keeper of secret knowledge. This particular fellow had fled deep into the hinterlands in fear of persecution; you see, it does not do to be labelled as a deceiver for one's own knowledge of the truth, even if the truth may be sacrilegious. The tertön spoke of great changes, those on a scale that precede paradigm shifts. In his own words, "the wheel of rebirth is under immense strain". He has been convinced by the tertön that a great calamity is to occur. In my curiosity, I took the liberty of interpreting his words and writings, and I must confess they have given way to troubled thoughts. Could the number of human vessels ever grow to be greater than the number of souls for which they house? Logic would dictate the essence would divide itself to compensate for the surplus, but does that make modern man lesser than his forefathers? I do not dare to dwell on the implications of this, nor that if the essence does not divide. While his fever is under control, his ramblings remain of particular concern. Sometimes he mutters sentences with most frightening nature and clarity. "There are too many humans." I continue to pray for his expedited recovery. […] A depiction of SCP-7800 as a Bhavacakra in Tibetan Buddhism. Karmons were first detected by HMFSCP4 and ASCI5 personnel during the 7th Occult War. Initially misidentified as thaumaturgic backlash in the European theatre of the Occult War, mage divisions were deployed to otherwise mundane locations under the impression that a thaumaturgic battle was taking place. These errors were later reported as "abnormal Akivic flux", or AAF in contemporary field reports, particularly due to the absence of notable divine phenomena in most cases. Improvements in paratech by the second half of the Occult War eventually led to the postulation of karmon particles during AAF events. The events preceding the end of the Occult War on both sides of the Veil were extensively analyzed, and contributed to the study and understanding of the two karmon particle types. The "Karmon Problem" was introduced in a 1985 paper by Foundation researcher Dr. Cenn T. Moncavage, who had headed research into the mechanics behind karmon generation and neutralization. Drawing from a decade-long study on infant karmon counts, karmon fission had been consistently observed with increasing frequency. Dr. Moncavage predicted that the unequal division of adharmon density coupled with rapid population growth would eventually result in a possible K-Class Scenario. Their paper provided multiple projections for such a possibility, including an increase in frequency of natural disasters, higher probabilities of cosmic extinction events, and an array of thaumaturgic catastrophes. Dr. Moncavage's views were labelled as Neo-Malthusian, and were largely ignored due to a notable lack of evidence supporting their claim. The consensus among experts in the metaphysical field was that the threshold for the Karmon Problem simply had not been reached, and most likely never would according to increasingly accurate population projections and predictions of decreasing birth rates. SCP-7800 was hence classified as Ticonderoga, and relegated to lower priority research. Addendum 7800.I Progressive Attenuation of Background Akiva Since 1957, average background Akiva radiation had begun to decline from 37.4 centiAkiva at an annual rate of about 0.2% in spite of Foundation countermeasures, such as reductions in religious GoI suppression and the promotion of spirituality and mundane religious institutions outside the Veil. No primary underlying cause has been determined for this trend, as the effects of SCP-7800 and global adharmon density on background Akiva were estimated to be at least 2 orders of magnitude smaller than the attenuation rate of background Akiva. The consequences of Akiva attenuation have been widespread, resulting in the following. Decreasing effectiveness and/or efficiency of belief-based, spiritual, and theological containment procedures. Nullification of lesser theovatic techniques and the abilities of low-level prophets. Nullification of lesser theological rituals and techniques. Increase in the frequency of Tartarean Entity Manifestation events. Notable decline in the religiosity of the global population (-0.19 per year on the Spitz-Brennan Scale). A noticeable increase in the frequency of non-theological events aligning with predictions in the Karmon Problem has also been observed, prompting research personnel to re-evaluate the established thaumic characteristics of karmon particles and the Karmon Problem. A/V TRANSCRIPT MTP-CO-23/10 Date: 09/07/2010 Attendees: Dir. Imogen E. Devereux - Director of the Department of Tactical Theology Dr. Coriander V. Gomez - Head of the Applied Metaphysics Division Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion - Head of Research, SCP-7800 Dr. Cenn. T. Moncavage - Level 4 Researcher in the Dept. of Thaumatology, author of the Karmon Problem ~9 other executive personnel of the Dept. of Tactical Theology and the Applied Metaphysics Division <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Moncavage: —and now you lot decide to believe me? Dr. Gomez: Dr. Moncavage, we specifically requested your presence to assist in dealing with the issue at hand, you can leave the 'I told you so's on the appendix after we have this meeting settled. Dr. Moncavage: Fine. <grumbles audibly> Dr. Gomez: Moving on to the topic at hand, we posit that the thaumic influences of karmon particles — particularly Akiva radiation — have been grossly miscalculated. Consequently, we may attribute the ongoing attenuation of background Akiva radiation to global adharmon density, which is currently about 18 times the global dharmon density. Dr. Moncavage: What? No, that's— Why did no one tell me we exceeded a 1:5 ratio? Dr. Orion: Clearance level was moved to Level 5 after you got dropped from the research team. Dr. Moncavage: Wonderful. How many centiAkiva are we on now? Dir. Devereux: Little over 33.4 centiAkiva. Not great, but not as bad as it could be. Dr. Moncavage: Hm. I've revised the Karmon Problem since you kicked me out, but this still doesn't fit with my newer models. We should've been seeing much lower background Akiva by now. There's something else at play here. Dr. Gomez: We've dismissed most other explanations for background Akiva attenuation. All Akiva absorbent anomalies have been accounted for, and as far as we're aware, the attenuation is restricted to the Earth's atmosp— Dr. Moncavage: Yes, yes, we all know about Agent Gagarin. I don't like this. Are you sure this isn't the result of some Iscariot Event? Dir. Devereux: Not unless this is the slowest and longest-lasting one. It's gotten harder to keep tabs on significant theological entities, but we're certain none are in a state of cessation. Well, none that haven't already been accounted for. Dr. Moncavage: Hmm. <frowns> How many of these significant theological entities do you have on record? Dir. Devereux: That information is beyond the clearance you and most of the people in this room have. Dr. Moncavage: Right, right. But can you tell me how that number has changed over time? How many gods did you lot kill? Dir. Devereux: We don't kill significant theological entities, they're too entrenched in baseline reality, that's why they're signifi— Oh. <Dir. Devereux pulls out her phone and begins typing.> Dr. Gomez: What? What do you mean, 'oh'? Dr. Moncavage: Gods are, as we all know, Akiva sources of immeasurable scale, an inferno of divinity comparable to the Sun. Now, Iscariot Events refer to the death of a god. A flame extinguished. The heat is gone, almost immediately. What happens when you slowly get further from the fire instead? Dr. Orion: The frog boils. Dr. Moncavage: Exactly. We're already stewing away in the Karmon Problem. <END TRANSCRIPT> Addendum 7800.II Correspondence with Theological Entities In an attempt to glean further information on possible theological influences on background Akiva levels, the Department of Tactical Theology authorized multiple correspondences with numerous known cooperative theological entities. Theological Entity Classification: DTE-L3T5-C Associated Religious Group: Disciples of the Solar Herald Status of Contact Ritual: Success Outcome of Correspondence: Divining oracle unable to establish coherent communications with theological entity. Correspondence terminated by divining oracle shortly after. Theological Entity Classification: DTE-A7G7-C Associated Religious Group: Voru-Tuut Creed Status of Contact Ritual: Success Outcome of Correspondence: No response from theological entity. Currently considered to have forsaken humanity. Theological Entity Classification: DTE-R3X0-C Associated Religious Group: The Universalist Order of the Æsir Status of Contact Ritual: Success Outcome of Correspondence: When inquired about the ongoing attenuation of background Akiva, several voices were heard debating heatedly in the background before the contacted theological entity bade the divining oracle good luck. Correspondence ended immediately after. DTE-R3X0-C, along with its associated theological entities, have since been unreachable and are currently considered to have forsaken humanity. A/V TRANSCRIPT DTT-DC-CTE-06/10 Date: 06/09/2010 Attendees: Dir. Imogen E. Devereux - Director of the Department of Tactical Theology Sbl. Carmen Mathel - Chief Oracle of the Department of Tactical Theology Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion - Head of Research, SCP-7800 Dr. Cenn. T. Moncavage - Chief Advisor, SCP-7800 ~6 other executive personnel of the Dept. of Tactical Theology <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Orion: I thought there would be more attendees. Sbl. Mathel: We had a major Tartarean Manifestation Event hit New Zealand two days ago, between that and a few other high-profile incidents, the Department has had a hectic few weeks since we last convened. Dir. Devereux: Moving on to the results of our correspondences, we can conclude that a significant portion of cooperative theological entities have forsaken humanity. Those that are still around aren't of much help either. Dr. Moncavage: I figured as much. What does this normally entail, in terms of impact on background Akiva? Dir. Devereux: There's always some degree of residual Akiva remaining after the disappearance of a theological entity, be it from its cessation or its forsaking of humanity, but it dissipates over time. We may very well be operating on fumes now. Dr. Orion: Pardon, but don't theological entities intrinsically require a source of belief to sustain them? How is forsaking their primary energy source an option for them? Sbl. Mathel: We're not sure, but from what I've seen and heard, they aren't too worried about it. Honestly, I'm more concerned about the state of their adherents. I literally had the patron deities of at least 4 countries wishing me good luck before hanging up. Dr. Orion: Speaking of energy sources, I'd like to present the schematics for a working prototype of an Akiva generator. Dr. Gomez and I managed to put this together last week. You should find them on your devices— <Dr. Orion types out a few lines of code on his laptop.> Dr. Orion: —now. Sbl. Mathel: Huh. I'd always thought our Department would figure out artificial Akiva generation first. Dr. Moncavage: Say, where is Dr. Gomez? Dr. Orion: They're tied up in a pet project in Britain to explore alternative methods of belief generation right now. Now, I won't claim that these AESRs will be able to supplant our Akiva deficit overnight, what with them operating on the scale of tens of microAkiva, but things are looking promising. Dir. Devereux: That's good to hear. We're still working through the list of cooperative theological entities to contact. Hopefully we'll come across one willing to actually cooperate with us on this. Sbl. Mathel: Assuming there are any left. <END TRANSCRIPT> Subsequent attempts at correspondence with theological entities universally failed to provide an explanation for the ongoing mass Persephone Event,6 either due to the failure of the contact ritual or the reluctance of the contacted theological entities to provide further insights. At this point in time, almost all sleeper agents implanted in numerous parareligious and occult organizations had reported some form of internal unrest over the perceived forsaking by their respective patron theological entities. Council sessions of the Council of 108 in the Global Occult Coalition were noted to be a significant outlet for religious tensions, with accusations of deicide frequently thrown out by member groups. An estimated 88% of all known theological entities are presumed to have forsaken humanity. Addendum 7800.III Internal Theological Developments Numerous Persephone Events have also taken place within other theological entities within Foundation custody, resulting in multiple containment breaches and rapid Akiva flux in most cases. Below is a brief summary of the most significant of these events in chronological order. Date BAR7 Value Theological Entity Involved Events 06/01/2011 33.0 (-0.3) SCP-4960, the manifestation of a Bronze Age fertility goddess. It is sustained by acts of worship as defined by Procedure 166-Anahita. SCP-4960 disappears from its suite at Site-17. Widespread reports of 'heartbreak' amongst the heterosexual male and homosexual female population are suppressed to prevent a Broken Masquerade Scenario. Foundation operations temporarily hindered as a result. 16/04/2011 32.9 (-0.1) Unknown. Presumed to be an undiscovered theological entity. Spike in anomalous seismic activity detected throughout mainland Australia. The origin of seismic activity was triangulated to within the Wollemi National Park in New South Wales, Australia, where on-site listening stations detected vibrations consistent with that of a large animal burrowing into the ground. 01/08/2011 32.7 (-0.2) SCP-2845, an extraterrestrial quadrupedal entity possessing the ability to transmute matter into various states of hydrogen, helium, and ammonia. Not designated as a theological entity, but has been observed to cause measurable Akivic flux during direct observation. SCP-2845 breaches containment despite the successful completion of the ongoing containment cycle. Once outside of its containment chamber, it sublimates into an unidentified mixture of gases. The last known sighting of SCP-2845 was reported by Site-♄-08, where its upper body was seen in orbit around Iapetus, presumably undergoing a reconstitution of its physical form. Its current location is unknown. 03/09/2011 32.4 (-0.3) SCP-3000, allegedly a large aquatic serpent of unconfirmed length. The validity of the existence of this theological entity is under scrutiny. Foundation technicians discover the existence of an SCP-3000 within the SCiPnet database and in physical documents scattered across Foundation Sites. While providing a convincing argument for the origin of free-floating Y-909 deposits in the Indian Ocean, no conclusive evidence has been found to suggest that it actually exists. 29/11/2011 32.4 (0.0) SCP-6542, a large marble vat of sheep milk. A human shadow becomes visible inside the vat at random intervals, inducing dread in observers of any Christian faith. Failure to maintain containment procedures leads to RAPTURE events, in which large amounts of milk are expelled from the vat. A column of milk erupts from SCP-6542 despite the absence of cheese that normally indicates a RAPTURE event, leaving behind an otherwise empty mundane marble vat. The column penetrates the ceiling of the Marzec Church, where it is observed travelling at supersonic speeds towards the North Pole without significant mass loss. Visual contact lost due to poor weather conditions over the North Sea. 29/11/2011 31.1 (-1.3) SCP-5998, the frozen corpse of an unidentified humanoid located near the North Pole. Religious personnel attempting to approach it universally experience intense feelings of guilt, sorrow, and anger. Disturbance of the corpses results in the brief manifestation of Type-I Empyrean entities that become hostile to any personnel on sight. Milk column is sighted by personnel at Outpost-5998 in the North Pole. It coalesces into a humanoid form before slowly approaching SCP-5998. It places an arm onto the right shoulder of SCP-5998. All Type-I Empyrean entities manifesting during this incident appear to cower before the humanoid mass of milk. Personnel report hearing a faint exchange of words before SCP-5998 lifts its head. All entities promptly vanish after 12 seconds. SCP-5998 and SCP-6542 have been redesignated as Neutralized. On December 31st, 2011, SCP-343 spontaneously materialized in the office of Dr. Orion, materializing a recorder and requesting a conversation with them. Dr. Orion agreed to its request after notifying Site-19 authorities of SCP-343's breach. Attached below is a transcript of the ensuing exchange. A/V TRANSCRIPT DTT-REC-PRI-00/31/11 Date: 31/12/2011 Attendees: Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion - Head of Research, SCP-7800 SCP-343 <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Orion: To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, uh, SCP-343? SCP-343: Oh, just thought I would stop by. I understand you've been a bit stressed over the situation with the other gods. What better way to lift your spirits than a visit from a God with a capital G? <SCP-343 manifests a rocking chair in front of Dr. Orion's desk and sits in it.> Dr. Orion: I— <pinches the bridge of his nose> I'm not sure if— SCP-343: It's quite alright. You can talk to me about anything you like. Say, have you perhaps heard of that thing down in E— Dr. Orion: SCP-343. Can you tell me what exactly is going on with the gods? SCP-343: Ah. I was afraid you'd ask that. Well, Alastair, some things are meant for the eyes and ears of gods and gods alone. Dr. Orion: Right, well. Whatever it is, it's going to lead to the end of the world unless we figure out why the gods are leaving, and whether it's even remotely possible to get them to come back. SCP-343: <smiles> Oh cheer up, it's not that bad. Dr. Orion: 'Not that bad'?! We're seeing more TMEs now than in the last 20 years, some of our most reliable containment procedures have become obsolete, pretty much every other god in the Foundation has got up and left, there's a religious crisis just waiting to happen among the parareligious community and I've got Overseers breathing down my neck and chasing me for solutions, it is not 'not that bad'! <Dr. Orion breathes heavily. SCP-343's grin transforms into a stare. Dr. Orion gulps.> Dr. Orion: Now, if you're here to patronize me, I kindly ask that you please leave. SCP-343: No, no, young Alastair, it was not my intention to make light of your problems. I suppose I could tell you a little about what the gods are up to. <SCP-343 sits up straight in his rocking chair.> SCP-343: You see, Alastair, the sum of things within the reach of a god is almost infinitely greater than that of a human. Humanity encompasses but a fraction of this expanse. We've had a jolly good time here, don't get me wrong, but there comes a time when you have to move on to greater things. Dr. Orion: So the gods are abandoning us? Is that what this is? Kicking us down on the way out? SCP-343: Oh, Alastair. If we had desired to eliminate humanity, do you think we would still be talking here? <Silence on recording for 5 seconds. Beads of sweat are visible on Dr. Orion's forehead.> SCP-343: Plus, it's not entirely right to call it that way. You're the head researcher for SCP-7800, no? Would you say all that 'adharmon' is the fault of the gods? Is it right to blame human sin on a god? Dr. Orion: I— No? I don— SCP-343: So this situation isn't the fault nor responsibility of the gods. There you have it. Dr. Orion: But why now? I'm aware of the longevity of the gods, but, is it really necessary to leave humanity right now? SCP-343: Well, if not now, when? Their departure was a long time coming, really. Divine intervention was so common back in the day, and now? Hardly a peep unless someone comes knocking. Speaking of departures, I'm afraid I must be off. Your colleagues must be worried sick about my absence from my quarters. <SCP-343 lifts itself out of its chair.> Dr. Orion: W-ait. Without the gods, how… how do we stop humanity from falling into the dark? SCP-343: You're all already doing a wonderful job. Don't you worry about a thing. See you around, young Alastair. <SCP-343 pats Dr. Orion on the back before vanishing.> Dr. Orion: Wha— <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Tests conducted on Dr. Orion after this interaction showed that their karmon count had decreased to negligible levels via unknown means, although it is suspected that SCP-343 was responsible for it. SCP-343 did not reappear in his cell at Site-19, nor anywhere else following this exchange. It is currently assumed that SCP-343 has forsaken humanity. Despite the widespread deployment of first-generation AESRs, little effect was observed on the attenuation of Akiva radiation. While more advanced designs existed for Akiva generators and AESRs, none would be available for practical application on a large scale for the next 3 years. As a result, a proposal was drafted and submitted to the O5 Council, titled Operation PANTHEON. Primarily divided into two distinct phases, Project Galahad and Project Roundtable, the proposal would serve as an extremely powerful Akiva generator that was, as opposed to thaumo-electric AESRs, would be effectively self-perpetuating. The first phase, Project Galahad, would see a suitable individual being apotheosized to serve as a medium for Akiva generation by way of a religion engineered around the aforementioned apotheosized individual. This engineered religion would then be spread via post-hypnotic suggestion and psychoengineering of the entire human population. In the event of a successful implementation of Project Galahad, more individuals would be apotheosized and integrated into the engineered religion as per Project Roundtable to ensure a stable and sufficiently high value of background Akiva radiation. A/O TRANSCRIPT SEC-AE-00/12 Date: 01/01/2012 Location: Office of Dr. Orion <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Moncavage: Huh, you weren't kidding, I can definitely feel the residual Akiva in here. Dr. Orion: Yeah, it's— it's really something. Dr. Moncavage: So what did you want to discuss? Dr. Orion: You've read through the documents for Operation PANTHEON, right? Dr. Moncavage: I have. It's so radically unorthodox but given everything that's happened already I didn't even bat an eye. Dr. Orion: <chuckles> Right, well, I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to be the one they apotheosize. Probably. Dr. Moncavage: What? On what grounds? I don't mean to sound insulting but why would they allow a project head to be the subject of such an operation? Dr. Orion: You— you haven't read my personnel file? I thought you had the clearance? Dr. Moncavage: I don't snoop on people, Dr. Orion. Dr. Orion: SCP-343 might've reset my karmon count. Dr. Moncavage: Wait, he can do that? Dr. Orion: I don't know? It patted me on the back so maybe it— nevermind. Point is, I now meet the criteria for a specific kind of apotheosis ritual. I'm not sure if this was something it planned out for us but— Dr. Moncavage: Well, congratulations. You're being promoted to a god. Dr. Orion: It's funny. Do you know why I'm the project head for SCP-7800? Dr. Moncavage: Decades of hard work and a successful track record clean of academic faux pas? Dr. Orion: Uh, no. I haven't even been here for more than a decade. I just happened to be the first one in a long line of personnel that hadn't left the original SCP-7800 research project. You know as well as I do that 'relegation to low priority' is a death sentence in a field as competitive as ours. Everyone else decided to apply for other projects instead of stagnating here. You didn't receive updates on our research just because you didn't have the clearance. There was, quite literally, nothing to report. Dr. Moncavage: That is, until the gods started leaving. Dr. Orion: Precisely. We all used to think the anomaly was nothing more than an unexplainable quirk of the universe. Time and effort was wasted on giving other people oversight and responsibility over SCP-7800 instead of trying to really understand it. <sighs> And that's how instead of people like you, who've built their entire career on metaphysics, you have a guy with one PhD in charge of this whole thing. Dr. Orion: Being in the right place at the right time… Makes a world of difference. That being said, me being a god would probably interfere with my ability to lead the SCP-7800 research project. I've put in a request to have you as my replacement. I don't think I've met anyone who's remained as spirited as you in karmon research. Dr. Moncavage: Well, I— Thank you. Dr. Orion: Don't thank me yet, this whole thing is contingent on me keeping my karmon count as low as possible. If I so much as step on an ant— Dr. Moncavage: Of course. But if you do end up going through with Project Galahad… do I get your office? Dr. Orion: No. <END TRANSCRIPT> Addendum 7800.IV Commencement of Project Galahad Due to Dr. Orion's suitability for the [REDACTED] Process, an apotheotic ritual, a lack of other suitable candidates, and their willingness to volunteer as the primary subject of Project Galahad, they have been permitted to proceed as such by a 8-2-2 vote8 by the O5 Council. Attached is an outline of the procedures involved in the apotheotic ritual, as well as the materials required. RITUAL MANIFESTO — PROJECT GALAHAD RITUAL MANIFESTO — PROJECT GALAHAD [INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE] A/V TRANSCRIPT DTT-EP-APT-00/12 Date: 20/03/2012 Attendees: Dir. Imogen E. Devereux - Director of the Department of Tactical Theology Dr. Coriander V. Gomez - Head of the Applied Metaphysics Division Dr. Cenn. T. Moncavage - Head of Research, SCP-7800 ~10 other executive personnel of the Department of Tactical Theology, the Department of Thaumaturgy, and the Applied Metaphysics Division. Subject: Dr. Alastair F. T. Orion <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Gomez: —ystems online. Procedure iteration number one. Recording is live. Subject status? Dr. Orion: All systems are go. Dr. Gomez: Beginning the procedure in 5… <A humming sound is audible.> Dr. Gomez: 4… 3… <Humming becomes louder, and is now accompanied by whirring and grinding noises.> Dr. Gomez: 2… 1… <The cawing of crows is audible. Trumpets reach crescendo. Dr. Orion is heard screaming.> <All sounds abruptly cease, save for the humming. Dr. Orion slumps forward in his chamber.> Dr. Gomez: Ritual completed. Cessation of life signs confirmed. Stand by for diagnostic output. <A soft light emanates from an unidentified source within the chamber.> I… I'm there… A forest… It's winter and the sun is setting and I… I can see the stars. There's… there's a clearing here. A deer is speaking to… me? No. It speaks beyond me. It speaks through the crisp wind weaving through the trees. It speaks through the fading of the golden light. It speaks through the silence of the slumber eternal in the beasts of the land. It is Winter. I understand now. Life is change. Death is change. Change is eternal. Eternity is a circle. We are circles within circles within circles. Circles within circles. This has happened before. Before the Rivers two ran dry. Before It sunk below the Seas. Before Man had Name. Before They were Gods. The Stirring of the Serpent. The Culling of the Nine Suns. The Passing of the Three Thousand Worlds. The Deluge of Forty Days and Nights. This will happen again. Tribulation will come in many a number and form. So it will be for an eon. The call to defy Entropy will be heeded. Their struggles are known. Their mistakes are avowed. Their victory is venerated. And so their spoils are shared. A jubilee to last millennia. An eon to bask in the glorious Sun. Alas, the cycle cannot end. Ascension awaits Them. <The light sputters out.> SYSTEM: WARNING. LOCAL AKIVA AND HUME FLUX HAVE EXCEEDED RITUAL LIMITS. FAILSAFE DELTA INITIATED. <Dr. Orion jolts awake in his chamber. Alarms are heard ringing.> Dr. Gomez: Ritual failed. Preparing to power down sys— Dr. Orion: N-no! There was more! There is more that needs to be said! You all saw. Dr. Moncavage: We can't let you go under like that again right now. You won't last without a refractory perio— Dr. Orion: We don't have enough time for that! Just— please. Dir. Devereux: You won't be able to come back from this if it fails again. Dr. Orion: I know. It will be fine. <For a few seconds, only the low hum of the chamber is audible.> Dr. Gomez: Restarting systems. Disregarding Failsafe Delta per subject request. Commencing procedure iteration number 2. <The sounds of the ritual increase in volume as Dr. Gomez repeats the 5 second countdown.> Dr. Orion: All systems g— <Dr. Orion arches backwards with immense force, restrained by braces in the chamber. Golden light emanates from their eyes and mouth.> It speaks through the brisk wind rustling through the tall grass. It speaks through the flowering of a myriad colors. It speaks through the chirping of birdsong most silver. It speaks… to Me. It is Spring. Humanity no longer needs the blessings of the Gods. We used to save you from the dark. Now your torches light the way. We see your footprints in the sand. We see the shape of Our own within them. You have come so far. You built wonders of stone and clay, of song and text, of knowledge mundane and fantastic. You sang to the Stars and danced with the Moon. You learned to speak to the Cosmos and flowered miracles out of it. You are become Sovereign, the way We once were Sovereign of you. You have surpassed what We were in Our Dawn. You reject this unjust cycle imposed on You. You scorn the villainous among You, gradually but assuredly. You are children, learning and growing from Your wounds. You hold the keys to a Sky far beyond Your sight. You only need find the right door. The Journey is arduous. This is undeniable. The Path is rife with Tribulation. This is certain. You may falter. This is natural. You may lose your Way. This is expected. But You will never forget. It is woven into the Soul forevermore. So it has been long before your creed was written. So it will be long after its memory fades away. We can no longer hold Your hand. Not when You have begun to fly. We regret that We cannot guide You any further. But know that We are proud of You. And in time. We will meet in a place beyond Samsara. <A burst of blinding light escapes from the chamber, stunning observers and overloading certain equipment. All systems power down. Dr. Orion's body is no longer within the chamber.> <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Despite Akiva measurements indicating a successful apotheosis during the second iteration, Dr. Orion failed to manifest as directed in the Project Galahad ritual procedures. Dr. Orion is understood to have forsaken humanity. Addendum 7800.V Post-theistic Developments As of 20/03/2012, there exist no more theological entities that are actively interacting with humanity. As such, all remaining background Akiva radiation is residual by nature, and will continue to decrease over time. Operation PANTHEON was discontinued following the apotheosis of Dr. Orion and their subsequent Persephone Event. Fortunately, the Foundation has successfully implemented countermeasures to compensate for the attenuation of Akiva radiation. A blueprint was discovered in the office of Dr. Orion shortly after their apotheosis, containing schematics for an AESR unit of high efficiency, operating on a scale of milliAkiva. The blueprint itself registered an Akiva reading of 126 centiAkiva, although this value has steadily declined since. This more advanced model has since become widespread within Foundation Sites and general population centers as directed by the SCP-7800 containment procedures, maintained by the Department of Akivics, formerly the Department of Tactical Theology. Multiple Tartarean Manifestation Events across the eastern United States took place simultaneously on May 12th, 2013. Foundation and GOC response forces were able to prevent Tartarean incursions into major population centers, but were spread too thin to cover all affected areas. In an unforeseen development, suppression efforts were joined and supported by numerous local anomalous communities, Groups of Interest, and in unconfirmed reports, members of the Broken Church and Nälkä practitioners. Swarm of Tartarean entities in Portland, Pennsylvania. As a result, a Broken Masquerade Scenario was successfully averted, as was the destruction of population centers and Nexuses along the Eastern Seaboard and a far lower casualty count than expected. Reports of Tartarean entity sightings by mundane media outlets were later denounced as exaggerations of the ongoing cicada emergence event. Reports of vigilante TME suppression operations by other anomalous communities would become commonplace in the following months. An official joint task force between the Foundation, the GOC, and multiple parareligious organizations, both independent and members of the Council of 108, was later formed in late 2014 to deal with severe Tartarean Manifestation Events, formalizing months of unofficial cooperation between members during suppression operations. Hailed as an unprecedented phenomenon — and in some circles an 'unholy alliance' — of sub-Veil interorganizational cooperation, DANTE9 Division deployments have successfully suppressed all major TMEs since its inception. A proposal submitted by Dr. Moncavage, current Head Researcher of SCP-7800, suggests that the Foundation not only help expedite a post-theistic society, but additionally initiate a Lifted Veil Scenario. Dr. Moncavage argues that the benefits derived from a carefully controlled introduction of humanity to benign anomalous objects that can improve the living conditions and health of the general human population would directly result in the generation of a dharmon field of sufficient density to alleviate the adverse effects of SCP-7800 significantly. As previous altercations with Groups of Interest had been confirmed to have generated considerable adharmon densities, additional provisions in the proposal call for the Foundation to formally cooperate with these Groups as much as possible to minimize the risk of conflict of interest during the Lifted Veil Scenario on a foundation of mutual respect, trust, and unity. This proposal has been passed by the O5 Council by a vote of 7-6-0, with the GOC tentatively agreeing to negotiate Lifted Veil Scenario protocols. The implementation of the proposal is, at time of writing, well underway. GOC GENERAL ASSEMBLY PLENARY MEETING EXCERPT TRANSCRIPT — SESSION LXXI Date: 01/01/2016 Attendees: Global Occult Coalition High Command Representatives of the SCP Foundation All members of the Council of 108 DANTE-affiliated parareligious groups ~84 representatives of observer organizations and entities <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr. Moncavage: I, too, mourn the loss of our gods. It is an unimaginable thing to know that the gods — every single one — had left us. For most of us, this was a revelation most upsetting, but the end of the world never came. Four years on, we remain, unyielding in the face of incursions by opportunistic entities, Tartarean or otherwise. Dr. Moncavage: The rationale of a god is very rarely something we can understand, but what we know for sure is that the gods did not abandon us. The Orion Proclamation is something we are all very much familiar with. The gods saw something in us a long time ago, amidst the light flickering in our caves — a spark within us. I cannot speak with absolute certainty, but I know in my heart that the eons past were those of nurture. Now, our torches light the path. Dr. Moncavage: The gods used to save us from the dark, and now we must take on this mantle. A mantle that will only become heavier with the weight of the entirety of humanity on our back. I am keenly aware of the propositions put forth to address this. To synthesize an Atlas to carry this world on their back. Dr. Moncavage: It is an appealing course of action. We have chosen to resolve many an issue by redirecting the burden to another many times in our past, and yet some of these issues still plague us to this day. This is not what the gods saw in us. Dr. Moncavage: The spark they saw is the reason we are all here today. Civilization was founded on the basis of cooperation and collaboration. Our desire to help those in need predate written word. This is the spark that prevented the end of the world. Dr. Moncavage: We will not, must not slip into the dark over arbitrary divisions and selfish decisions. We must lift this mantle together, or not at all. We must light our path, not only for ourselves, but for those who cannot. Dr. Moncavage: We will move forward. Together. And at the end of this path, we may yet bear witness to a Sky far beyond our sight. <END TRANSCRIPT> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7800" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7800. Licensed under CC-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: wheel.jpg Name: Buddhist Wheel of Life Author: Laurent Bélanger License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: bhavacakra.jpg Name: Bhavacakra Author: Mistvan License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: swarm.jpg Name: Etosha_sunset Author: Lisa J G/Lisa Gray License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Akiva-Emissive Sacramental Reactor 2. Refer to attached supplementary materials. 3. Defined as the transitional phase between death and rebirth. Studies on the liminal state are inconclusive due to the prevalence of reported Terminal-class afterlives. 4. His Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal 5. American Secure Containment Initiative 6. Occurs when a theological entity forsakes humanity, either temporarily or permanently. 7. Background Akiva Radiation. Denoted in centiAkiva units. 8. O5-██ is currently believed to have forsaken humanity. 9. Daemonic Abatement and Neutralization of Tartarean Entities
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SCP-7801 Byㅤ AriadnesThread Published on 14 Apr 2023 16:51 [[iftags +component]] This is a component that animates the ACS header upon loading. How to use: Put this in anywhere in the article: [[include :scp-wiki:component:acs-animation]] And you're done! Example: SCP-5935 Note: - Two variables, --timeScale and --timeDelay, control the timings of the animation. For example: [[module CSS]] :root { --timeScale: 2; --timeDelay: 0.5s; } [[/module]] --timeScale slows down the entire animation by a factor of 2, and --timeDelay delays the starting point of the animation by half a second. Default values are 1 and 0s, respectively. To change the default values, put the above after the [[include]]. --timeDelay is recommended if the ACS isn't the first content element, or you're using it in conjunction with other animation modules (a la Fade In.) - Likely incompatible with other types of ACS headers*. *To use with PeppersGhost's ACS Lite, add the following patch after the [[include]]: [[module CSS]] /*-- ACS Lite Animation Compatibility Patch --*/ .anom-bar > .bottom-box::before { display: none; } .anom-bar > .bottom-box { box-shadow: none!important; } div.diamond-part { clip-path: none; animation: none; box-shadow: none!important; } @media (max-width: 480px) { div.top-right-box { clip-path: polygon(0% -30%, 100% -30%, 100% 130%, 0% 130%); } } [[/module]] - Inspired by the works of AnAnomalousWriter. Source Code: :root { --timeScale: 1; --timeDelay: 0s; } /* Converting middle divider from box-shadow to ::before pseudo-element */ .anom-bar > div.bottom-box { box-shadow: none; position: relative; } .anom-bar > div.bottom-box::before { position: absolute; content: " "; width: 100%; height: 0.5rem; bottom: 100%; left: 0; background-color: rgb(var(--swatch-menubg-black-color, 12, 12, 12)); } /* DIVIDER */ .anom-bar > .bottom-box::before { animation-name: divider; animation-duration: calc(0.74s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.1s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.32,.38,.39,.94); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /* CLASSIFIED LEVEL BARS */ div.top-center-box > * { animation-name: bar; animation-duration: calc(0.45s * var(--timeScale)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(1) { animation-delay: calc(0.2s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); 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animation-duration: calc(0.42s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.75s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /*-----------------------------------*/ /*-----------------------------------*/ /* DIAMOND */ div.arrows { animation-name: arrowspin; animation-duration: calc(0.65s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.55s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.quadrants > * { animation-name: fade; animation-duration: calc(0.3s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(1.4s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } div.top-icon, div.right-icon, div.left-icon, div.bottom-icon { animation-name: nodegrow; animation-duration: calc(0.4s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(1.4s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.12,.41,.27,.99); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } .bottom-box > div.diamond-part { box-shadow: none; } .bottom-box > div.diamond-part::before { content: ""; position: absolute; width: 0.5rem; height: 100%; top: 0; right: 100%; background-color: rgb(var(--swatch-menubg-black-color, 12, 12, 12)); animation-name: diamondBorder; animation-duration: calc(0.475s * var(--timeScale)); animation-delay: calc(0.775s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-timing-function: cubic-bezier(.28,.72,.55,.91); animation-fill-mode: backwards; } /* MOBILE QUERY */ @media (max-width: 480px ) { .anom-bar > div.bottom-box { position: initial; } .anom-bar > div.bottom-box::before { bottom: initial; top: 40vw; } div.top-center-box > * { animation-name: bar-mobile; animation-duration: calc(0.9s * var(--timeScale)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(1) { animation-delay: calc(0.1s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(2) { animation-delay: calc(0.2s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(3) { animation-delay: calc(0.3s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(4) { animation-delay: calc(0.4s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(5) { animation-delay: calc(0.5s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } div.top-center-box > :nth-child(6) { animation-delay: calc(0.6s * var(--timeScale) + var(--timeDelay)); } } /*--- Motion Accessibility ---*/ @media screen and (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { div.anom-bar-container { --timeScale: 0!important; } } /*-------------------------*/ @keyframes divider { from { max-width: 0%; } to { max-width: 100%; } } @keyframes bar { from { max-width: 0%; } to { max-width: 100%; } } @keyframes bar-mobile { from { max-height: 0%; } to { max-height: 100%; } } @keyframes bottomup { from { top: 100px; } to { top: 0; } } @keyframes expand1 { from { opacity: 0; clip-path: inset(0 calc(100% - 0.75rem) 0 0); } to { opacity: 1; clip-path: inset(0); } } @keyframes iconslide { from { opacity: 0; transform: translateX(-5rem); } to { opacity: 1; transform: translateX(0); } } @keyframes expand2 { from { opacity: 0; width: 1%; } to { opacity: 1; width: calc(100% - 0.25rem); } } @keyframes fade { from { opacity: 0; } to { opacity: 1; } } @keyframes flowIn { from { opacity: 0; transform: translateY(20px); } to { opacity: 1; transform: translateY(0); } } @keyframes arrowspin { from { clip-path: circle(0%); transform: rotate(135deg); } to { clip-path: circle(75%); transform: rotate(0deg); } } @keyframes nodegrow { from { transform: scale(0);} to { transform: scale(1);} } @keyframes diamondBorder { from { height: 0; } to { height: 100%; } } [[/iftags]] Inscriptions in an unknown language or symbology have been carved into the left femur with an unknown tool or procedure which would be equivalent to modern CNC machining in technique and precision, although as with the other injuries there is evidence of endochondral ossification around the margins. Efforts to translate the text as well as research into how this etching would have been possible with neolithic tools is ongoing. Authored by Ariadne'sThread. The most sincere of thanks to those who offered critique and assistance in making this monster something that was actually scary: Uncle Nicolini, fairydoctor, Rounderhouse, Ethagon, Crow-Cat, Harmacy, and Prime Girl. Also, thank you to my off-site crit readers, who are now mad at me for making them literally afraid of a shadow. Image can be found at https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Qumran_Cave_11_Entrance.jpg, taken by Ian Scott, under CC BY-SA 2.0. I hope that you all enjoy! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} . 13 Item#: SCP-7801 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: continua Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Dire Dawa, Ethiopia Porc-Épic Cave dig site. Location of initial SCP-7801 discovery. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The remains comprising SCP-7801 are to be held at Site-89 Reliquary Facilities. In order to protect from accidental exposure to artificial or natural lighting, remains will be kept in lockdown within a standard Euclid storage chamber, size 9, with infrared lighting in the two preceding chambers. Further research upon the remains must be approved in writing by Site Director Ababe prior to examination or experimentation. In the event of any disruption to containment or transformation of the remains, the SORCIER Protocol is to be enacted immediately. See Proposal 7801.7 document for further information. Pending Upgrade to Keter, see Incident Report for more detail. DESCRIPTION SCP-7801 is the designation for the fossilized complete remains of an early hominid, possibly related to H. sapiens neanderthalensis found by a University College Dublin archaeological field school working at the Porc-Épic Cave dig site (Dire Dawa, Ethiopia). While the skull shape suggests H. sapiens neanderthalensis most clearly, relative dating places the remains during the Middle Paleolithic (approx. 300,000 BCE) which is further complicated by grave goods found in situ with the remains during recovery which denote a level of religious behaviorism not seen until significantly later during the Upper Paleolithic cultures (approx. 50,000 BCE)..It must also be noted that H. sapiens neanderthalensis remains have not been confirmed as being found farther south than 31°N. Discovered in the same grave site was a cache of grave goods (designated SCP-7801-2), placed in an organic container of some nature (either a crude basket or satchel of cloth) which has since carbonized. Foundation archaeologists have compared the composition and placement of these grave goods to those found at the Сунгирь archaeological site,.Sungir, Russia. Notable as one of the more complete Upper Paleolithic (roughly between 32,050 and 28,550 BCE) with H. sapiens remains showing intentional, elaborate postmortem decoration. particularly with the elaborate ivory bead-work on animal bones, creating what is believed to be some sort of ritualistic object due to its disproportionately high level of emission of Akiva radiation. The remains themselves are clothed in a crudely tailored tunic (designated SCP-7801-3) which ends below the knees, made of an unknown anomalous material which has mineralized during the fossilization process and cannot be removed from the skeletal structure. Radiometric dating cannot be confirmed as the material of the tunic has resisted all attempts to collect a sample, and samples from the skeletal remains are outside the effective range of radiocarbon testing. The tunic emits the same high levels of Akiva radiation as the ritual items placed around the fossilized remains. Fossilized animal bones decorated with intricate bead-work were found embedded into the hominid skeleton at five points; one per limb with a fifth and final implement impaling the skull..It should be noted that the decorated bones are not identifiable to any known species and do not show the typical damage one would expect from impact trauma of this nature. Two of the implements were found precisely at the midpoint of the skeleton's forearms, resting between the ulnar and radial bones. An additional two were found bisecting the tibiae and fibulae. The final implement was found in the skull, piercing the frontal bone at the midpoint between the temples half a centimeter above the pronounced brow ridge before traversing the cranial vault to emerge from the occipital bone in the midpoint of what may represent the supraniac fossa. Endochondral ossification can be observed ringing the sites of impalement, suggesting remodeling after the injuries and indicating the subject may have survived for a significant amount of time. There is an additional site of healing seen in the sternum, ringing a puncture site with dimensions which match the other implements, though no corresponding fossilized animal bone was found at the site. Of note, the endochondral ossification is more pronounced in the skull and at the sternum, compared to the leg bones. Inscriptions in an unknown language or symbology have been carved into the left femur with an unknown tool or procedure which would be equivalent to modern CNC machining in technique and precision, although as with the other injuries there is evidence of endochondral ossification around the margins. Efforts to translate the text as well as research into how this etching would have been possible with neolithic tools is ongoing. While kept in a state of complete darkness, SCP-7801 will remain inert while emitting a constant, abnormal Hume field fluctuating between 2.5-6.7 with no noticeable changes to local reality. If SCP-7801 is exposed to any light on the visible spectrum, the remains will begin to distort local reality at an increasingly accelerating rate that could theoretically create a localized ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario with possible global repercussions if spread is not halted. However, if returned to complete darkness before roughly one hour of exposure has passed, this acceleration is halted with local reality returning to acceptable Hume levels over the course of roughly 72 hours. It should be noted that changes on any organic or synthetic life caught in the field will not be reverted, and that these changes seem to favor lifeforms over either natural or synthetic objects within the field. See Recovery Video Transcript for further detail. RECOVERY VIDEO TRANSCRIPT - 15/7/24 Note: Footage was recovered by Foundation personnel from a partially damaged Canon SLR Camera found at the site on an upended tripod, likely set up by one of the UCD researchers working on the Porc-Épic Cave who initially uncovered SCP-7801. The majority of footage was corrupted presumably by the artifact's inadvertent activation by the researchers, however a small window of recording survived. 17:51 Prior to this point, footage only showed static with the occasional graphical artifact glitching. Footage resolves almost immediately to a clear picture of four individuals with their backs to the camera, roughly ten or so feet away from the tripod, looking down at a fifth person, who is low to the ground with a large brush and trowel in hand, examining a large STP (shovel test pit) near the back of the cave chamber the camera was found in. No audio is captured. 17:53:01 Footage continues for two minutes without incident or marked changes. It should also be noted that all five individuals are wearing head lanterns typically seen in field work, although only the individual working in the pit has their lantern turned on. At this mark, one of the individuals on the left side of the group pulls out a large flashlight, aiming it directly into the pit when the individual who had been bent over working, presumably on uncovering SCP-7801 suddenly moves as if standing up straight, but with strain evident in all limbs, as if being held by an invisible force. Individual affected is visibly distressed but does not appear to be capable of vocalization. Other individuals express confusion but appear unaffected at this point. 17:55:10 Individual initially digging in the pit and then held by the invisible force disappears near instantly, although drastically slowing the footage shows that they are pulled apart in a seeming vaporization at the atomic level. The other four individuals are visibly panicking at this point and begin to turn in an attempt to escape. The flashlight points now at the far cave wall, which begins to melt slowly. 17:55:15 The two individuals on the far left of the field of vision fall to the ground as their legs appear to vanish in the same manner as the initial individual's vaporization, but the remainder of their bodies turn into quartz, starting from the waist up, over the following 40 seconds. The remaining two individuals appear to turn into flame and vapor respectively over the same 40 seconds before disappearing completely. The cave wall has begun to melt upward now at a faster pace. 17:55:55 No movement beside the melting of the cave wall is detected as the light continues to shine exclusively on the rock. This continues until the flashlight begins to flicker and dim roughly thirty-seven minutes into recording, presumably due to loss of battery life. 18:32:05 The light from the flashlight flares at full strength for two seconds and a humanoid figure, translucent and possibly consisting of either smoke or shadow is seen against the cave wall, which has been flattened to a nearly mirrored surface, which the figure appears to be trying to see itself in. 18:32:07 The flashlight dies. Note: The remains of the two individuals transformed into quartz were recovered and found to be inert with no Hume or Akiva fluctuations noted. These remains, the camera, and all other personal artifacts of the UCD team are to be housed at Site-89 to be monitored for possible changes. The cave itself shows no changes to its structure and is to be likewise monitored for any changes. UPDATE On 22/5/25, a disturbance was recorded in Site-89's reliquary Euclid storage by Foundation security forces, manifesting as local reality disrupts. No entities breached during this event, but the resulting earthquake appeared to be centered on the container housing SCP-7801's remains. Upon inspection (via infrared scanning), the bone previously piercing the frontal lobe is now missing. 24-hour video monitoring of the remains is now required. Additionally, due to a possible connection to other known deistic anomalies in the region, the Department of Tactical Theology was consulted for a review of the artifacts, in particular the remaining four bones impaled in the skeleton. Dr. Ariadne Cooper presented her findings to Site-89 personnel on 5/6/25. TACTICAL THEOLOGY UPDATE TRANSCRIPT - 5/6/25 In attendance are Site Director Zala Ababe, Lead Researcher Sylvia Jones Endrick-McCallow with her team of senior and junior researchers, as well as several other site personnel and visiting researchers from Tactical Theology's headquarters. Junior Researcher Cooper stands at the head of the table to present. COOPER "Good afternoon, if we could just get started… for those of you who have not met me, I am Dr. Cooper from Tactical Theology, and I am here to update you all on the team's progress regarding SCP-7801." Projector shows the live feed of the remains via infrared scanning, the fossils inert and the only active thermal imaging coming from the ivory decorations on the bones impaling the skeleton and grave good ritual fetishes at the side of the remains. COOPER "As many of you know, 7801 has always presented somewhat of a frustrating mixture of contradicting information. Relative dating has allowed us some assurance that the remains were set in place roughly three hundred thousand years ago, although this would be at the most extreme end of the span we normally see Neanderthal remains as well as the first to be definitively identified this far south of the equator. Furthermore, even the intentional burial itself is out of place, let alone of this complexity. Even without the anomalous effects, this hominid would stand out like a sore thumb with academic archaeologists, possibly even dismissed as an elaborate forgery." ENDRICK-MCCALLOW "Excuse me, Dr. Cooper, but this is all information that we've already established. Could we move forward with the briefing?" COOPER "With respect, I believe it is important to be thorough, particularly with a contradictory object like 7801. It was the grave goods that caught the attention of some of the TactTheo researchers, as their resemblance to what was found at the Sungir site near Moscow borders on uncanny. While no anomalous events have been recorded at Sungir, research by Foundation theologians have found that each of the burials with decorations similar to those we found on the bones impaling 7801 have been shown to emit Akiva radiation, although at a lesser degree. Shamanistic practices in the area mirror this particular use of animal bones used as somewhat effective reality anchors, and while we can in no way prove a direct link, nor explain the techniques for creating these artifacts or the inscription made on 7801's femur, there is strong enough evidence to suggest a connection worth exploring." ABABE "It's not necessary just this second for us to explain why we're seeing the same thing in Russia and Ethiopia in the distant past, only that we learn what is happening right now to ensure containment." COOPER "We believe that can be credited to the grave goods, although it seems inaccurate to classify them as such as we now firmly believe these items were placed with the entity in order to ensure that it stayed there." ENDRICK-MCCALLOW "Are you implying this was some sort of — what, paleolithic containment attempt?" COOPER "I'm not implying anything, I am stating clearly that these items, as poorly understood as they are, were an attempt to contain a Type Green reality bender, and that it mostly worked. However, the excavation at Porc-Épic likely disturbed the remains enough to allow whatever is left of the entity to begin a regeneration cycle, however slowly." There are multiple attempts to ask questions all at once, the room erupting into loud speech with no single voice standing out until COOPER regains order. COOPER "I recognize that this news is unwelcome, but we need to assume that the initial discovery either somehow destroyed or dislodged the missing implement which caused the sternum fracturing, which has resulted in the destabilization of this shamanistic containment field these ancient practitioners had created. Now with the incident last month and the loss of another implement by what has to be assumed to be anomalous circumstances, it is more critical than ever to examine the markings on the fossils themselves as well as the implements used to secure the entity in the first place so we can hope to create a similar containment strategy. It should go without saying that if someone worked this hard to keep this thing in the ground, so should we." ABABE "What do you propose?" COOPER "I believe on-site researchers were already attempting to reverse engineer the technology for the implements themselves, but I propose adding a Foundation shaman to your efforts. I also recommend using cross-testing with other anomalies in an attempt to decipher the markings on the femur, if possible. I'm willing to head up that effort, as I know that you're rather short-staffed at the moment." ABABE "Yes, thank you for that. Send over the list of your people to add to our containment researchers, and I'll ensure you get access to the appropriate anomalies for translation. Any questions? Send them in email. We've got work to do. Dismissed." Cross Test Addendum 7801.57 Cross Test Results 7801.57 it is too late. it has always been too late. Translation of SCP-7801 Femur Markings per cross-testing with SCP-1050-1. Note: Based upon the location of the engraving on SCP-1050 which matches the markings, it would appear the civilization responsible for the femur markings predated the Quaternary Extinction Event..Approximately 50,000 years ago. Beware (proper noun, possible name, untranslatable). This (one? being?) is warped by the Darkness(emphasized) and will destroy no more. The Five(emphasized) will hold this (one? being?) fast, to (????) until (those? them?) return to free him. The (second proper noun, plural but untranslatable,) alone know how to (cause to sleep?) and will watch over the Five until (everything?) burns, as the (cycle?) turns. (May he? He must?) never again (rise?) (Note: this line is scratched out by a far cruder tool of some kind and likely well after the initial markings were made.) From: Site Director Zala Ababe To: O5 Command Subject: URGENT: Reclassification Request re: SCP-7801 After completing a cross-test with 1050-1, Dr. Cooper has been able to get a reasonable translation of the femur markings. I can say now for certain that we are missing at least two integral pieces of the original containment apparatus, if not more. It is likely that the object is likely capable of breaching its remaining constraints at any time, and possibly already has. See attached Cross Test Addendum 7801.57 for translation. Requesting immediate reclassification to Keter. More From This Author More From This Author AriadnesThread's Works SCPs SCP-8520 • SCP-8028 • SCP-6830 • SCP-7028 • SCP-8131 • Tales/GoI Formats Dokein: A Journal for Tactical Theology • Koyaanisqatsi • I Think I Could Be Brave • The Virtue of Resilience • Frollicles (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Baba Yaga) • Your Place Was Empty • Ever Burning Brightly • Other Ariadne's Malibu Dream House (of Leaves) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7801" by AriadnesThread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7801. Licensed under CC-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: cave Author: Ian Scott License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Qumran_Cave_11_Entrance.jpg
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close Info X SCP-7802: Decrease the possibility of containment failure. Author: Dr Hormress Special Thanks: CaroyalKKaia, he helped me with the translation of almost the entire article (from a draft using Chinese) Re_spectators, he did all the proofreading Kcorena All of the logos are made by Dr Hormress. WARNING You are trying to access a classified document. This document (SCP-7802) is under the sole control of the Anomalous Religious Expressions Department. Please make sure that you have the Level 5 Permission in ARED, any unauthorized continuing access will result in serious disciplinary action against you. Item Sequence Code: 7802 Level5 ARED Internal Secret File Class: esoteric Containment Class: ot Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Standard Control Procedures: The following ceremonial containment programs are to be executed on SCP-7802-A continuously. Code: Dawn Description: Before dawn, 32 candles are to be put to form a ring at the easternmost position of the containment facility and be ignited within 30 seconds. After all the candles burned completely, an individual with basic knowledge and skills of thaumaturgy is to be asked to enter the ring, carrying sterling silver accessories weight no less than 2 grams, then touch the easternmost candle with their forehead and move at a low speed to connect all the candles into a complete circle by wax. The procedure is to be conducted once a day. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; decrease the external spectral contamination. Code: Burned Description: When the full moon is visible, no less than 2 kilograms of paper occultic texts are to be burnt up outdoors until the smoke covers all the peep windows of the underground parts of the containment facility. Meanwhile, 82 different unopened letters are to be thrown into the flame and be left until the flame is completely extinguished. The remaining unburnt letters are to be recycled and archived. The procedure is to be conducted at least once every three months. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the stability of reality. Code: Idol Description: A wooden 1.5m tall St Andrew’s Cross is to be placed in the center hall in the containment facility. The same processes are to be done for Coptic Cross, Celtic Cross, St Anthony’s Cross, and Jerusalem Cross respectively. A 0.5m tall ceramic statue of Jupiter is to be placed before each cross, and the same for statues of Juno, Mars, Mercury, and Minerva, respectively. Five personnel who do not know about Abrahamic religions and Ancient Roman culture are to be asked to lift the crosses from the rear, and hit the statues until they are completely smashed into pieces. The powder remains are to be poured into local soil after being mixed with pure water. The procedure is to be conducted at 2:00 AM on Jan 1st of every year. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the stability of Akiva. Code: Apostle Prophet Description: A no-less-than-2-metre-tall mound with fresh soil which is rich in humus is to be piled up and granite is to be placed arch on it. A human individual named T███████ X████1 is asked to cross the arch and spread no less than 5 grams of his blood2 on the ground under the arch. During the next 13 years, the arch is to be made sure to collapse because of thunderstrike. If the arch doesn't collapse after the thunderstrike or it collapses because of other reasons, the ceremony and the year counting are to be restarted. The procedure is to be conducted once every 13 years. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the stability of time. Code: Nike Description: A designated personnel is asked to crush down a 4-leaf variant of Trifolium pratense and drink it with water. After drinking, the personnel will wear a wreath made of Laurus nobilis, and throw a coin3 on the open ground. If the upward side of the coin after it lands is the female portrait with a spear, throw Spade-shaped Coin, Ban-liang Coin and Wu-zhu Coin4 into the core area of the containment facility, one of each; if the upward side is the female portrait with wings, then end the ceremony. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure. Code: Eternal Description: The feature set inside the core area of the containment facility is to be rotated 30° clockwise, and all the peripheral sets are to be turned with it.5 The procedure is to be conducted once every quarter. Note: Wish THEM good sleep. Code: ARED Description: The response team named Anomalous Religious Expressions Department is to be established, and take charge of the control and containment of abnormal religious activities. No matter being subordinated to which organization, ARED is to maintain a certain degree of independence, to achieve the required conditions of their next establishment. The procedure is to be conducted once every [REDACTED]. Note: Greatly decrease the possibility of containment failure. Description: SCP-7802-A is an abandoned research facility, which was reused by the Foundation on 15 July 1987 to build up the containment of SCP-7802. SCP-7802-A locates in a nameless valley, and it is believed that the building has existed for at least ██████ years. The surface of it has been masked as a normal local building, and the only way to recognize it is a metal airtight door that leads to the underground structure, with a placard that reads "Anomalous Religious Expressions Department" embedded on it. Addendum: Some of the ceremonial containment programs were abandoned. Code: Uso Description: A personnel is asked to use any (different from yesterday) language to read the following sentence in a clear manner: We don't know where it comes from; We will try our best to contain it. The procedure is to be conducted once a day. Note: Decrease the possibility of containment failure; increase the morale of the site. Failed. Code: Normalcy Description: Dissolve the Department of Abnormalities. Note: Wish me good luck. Footnotes 1. Or equivalent entity of any form or human cloning. 2. Venous blood collection needle is recommended, if conditions don't allow, the blood of livestock is allowed to substitute, in order to prevent infection. 3. With a female portrait with a spear on one side, and a female portrait with wings on the other side. 4. These coins are all common money used in ancient China. 5. The spinning facility has been embedded inside the containment facility. ▷ ▽ Addendum: To the latecomers： The first time when I was transferred to SCP-7802, I didn't understand the purpose of these ceremonies at all. I didn't know why we stuck to repeating these ceremonies with a vague effect, containing an anomaly with a vague description. These ceremonies are also so gentle that they are not like those typical ARED-managed ceremonies I have handled, with surprisingly almost no blood and sacrifice can be seen. I asked the principal at that time, and his answer was only one sentence: We don't have enough manpower to consume. But every ceremony and the corresponding pattern has its own meaning, and I didn't know this until later. The ceremonies have a close relationship with other contained projects, but the truth is more than that. We are using these ceremonies to build a virtual religious performance, decrease the possibility that the anomaly escapes being contained, and pray that luck is on our side. We only know that in any case, 7802's failure in containment should be avoided, but we are unable to do so. Among countless reality iterations, we are alive now just because we are lucky enough. Principal of SCP-7802 Researcher Cheng Haoyu ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7802" by Dr Hormress, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7802. Licensed under CC-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: 01.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/01.svg Filename: 02.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/02.svg Filename: 03.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/03.svg Filename: 04.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/04.svg Filename: 05.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/05.svg Filename: 06.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/06.svg Filename: 07.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/07.svg Filename: anti.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/anti.svg Filename: uso.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/uso.svg Filename: omega-titlo.svg Author: Dr Hormress License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7802/omega-titlo.svg
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SCP-7803
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euclid
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Rab333 Don't do drugs, kids. Also, more stuff by me! Item#: 7803 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7803-1. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7803-1's death, no containment measures are needed for it. Samples of SCP-7803 are currently stored in a basic biological containment chamber in Site-23. Generalized efforts pertaining to monitoring the area of Chicago, Illinois for undiscovered instances of SCP-7803 are also underway. Description: SCP-7803 is an anomalous subspecies of the Panaeolus cinctulus1 mushroom that was found exclusively in Chicago, Illinois, before complete removal and subsequent personal cultivation by SCP-7803-1. SCP-7803, upon consumption, allows the individual to experience the entirety of Connor Baird's life up until the end of the 1991 World Series2 Game 7. The psychedelic effects of SCP-7803 are the same every time and match nearly perfectly3 in comparison to the events undertaken in SCP-7803-1's life, save for day-to-day experiences which can't be accurately checked. The aforementioned effects of SCP-7803 last approximately a few hours, though affected individuals experience them with a heavily distorted time perception, roughly matching the entire duration of Baird's life up until Game 7. SCP-7803-1 is Connor Baird, an American professional baseball player. Discovery Log 7803.1: A massive quantity of SCP-7803 was discovered upon SCP-7803-1's death, stashed in several different parts of its house. While public records attribute the death of SCP-7803-1 to a hemorrhagic stroke, an estimated 49g of SCP-7803 was found in SCP-7803-1's body upon autopsy. During testing of SCP-7803, it was discovered that all psychedelic trips ended with a speech given by SCP-7803-1 to the Minnesota Twins, following the finale of Game 7. No such speech was ever recorded or given during the 1991 World Series finale. Reports from former Minnesota Twins players suggest that SCP-7803-1 had started uncontrollably sobbing for an extended period of time after the game. It is currently unknown if SCP-7803's psychedelic visions were prophetic in nature, or were simply extensively followed by SCP-7803-1. If the latter is true, combined with the accuracy of Baird's actions relative to the visions, it is theorized that it spent at least several thousands of years under the active effects of SCP-7803. Update 04/03/2013 Update 04/03/2013 A message, stashed away in a compartment used to hide instances of SCP-7803, was subsequently found, theorized to have been written shortly before SCP-7803-1's death. The message has been attached below: I don't know what to do anymore. Since they've stopped guiding me. I'm lost. Give me the knowledge of just one more day, one more day, one more day, please. I'm sorry. License License Filename: DSC_0406_Orlando_Cabrera.jpg Name: Guy Author: Joe Bielawa on Flickr License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:DSC_0406_Orlando_Cabrera.jpg Footnotes 1. Banded mottlegill. 2. The 1991 World Series was the championship series of Major League Baseball's (MLB) 1991 season. 3. Check Discovery Log 7803.1.
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SCP-7804
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keter
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ITEM #: 7804 CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER Fig. 1.1: SCP-7804 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7804's remote location has rendered active suppression of its transmissions nonessential. A five-kilometer perimeter is maintained at all times. Public access is denied (CS-3 "Private Property"). Observation of the perimeter zone should occur daily via satellite footage and aerial drones. Some tasks will require personal inspection or interference by trained agents, but these should be conducted sparingly as human presence near SCP-7804 is ill-advised. Agents are expected to confirm the presence of a number of environmental effects and note any significant deviations from normal data. Refer to Document-A for a comprehensive outline of required observations; a summarized list is provided below. Monday: Confirm the presence of wildlife carcasses. Note the species, number, and concentration of deaths. Note if carcasses appear to be consumed in any way, and in what manner. Report to containment teams immediately if carcasses appear within SCP-7804, or if precipitation in the area occurs. Tuesday: Observation on this day consists of two parts. Morning; confirm the rapid emergence of flowers. Note the location and density of animal species and include any unusual behavior. Minimal interaction is permitted to assess fear responses. Non-native species must be recorded and tracked for signs of movement out of the perimeter zone at the conclusion of the broadcast. Evening; observe astronomical movements and note unusual arrangements of stars. Highlight movement or appearance of Red/Orange color types and note arrangement. See attached image for known astronomical patterns. If precipitation occurs during either half of observation, alert containment teams immediately. Wednesday: Record ambient moisture and salinity. Note mutations in local wildlife in addition to the emergence of unusual species. Genetically deviant species should be captured, if possible, or destroyed by any means. Captured species should be documented and incinerated. Note the presence, coloration, and height of cloud cover and report precipitation immediately. Thursday: Record changes to the physical terrain and assess if the geologic material is of celestial origin. Confirm the appearance of impossible geological formations, chemistry of liquids, or biological growth in violation of natural laws. Observation should be conducted remotely, as contact with impossible terrain risks transferring its properties. Precipitation will not outwardly possess unusual properties but should still be considered anomalous and highly dangerous. Friday: Fire containment teams should be on standby to suppress flames should electrical failure occur within SCP-7804. If flames are present, observers should note the color and temperature. Teams must use a dry chemical suppression system (sodium bicarbonate and mono-ammonium phosphate) for maximum effectiveness. Precipitation, should it occur, will not extinguish flames. Saturday: Note the efficacy of natural and artificial reflective surfaces. Document wildlife behaving unusually around reflective surfaces. The appearance of new reflective surfaces should be recorded and subsequently obstructed. Eye contact is not to be made with reflective figures at any time. Wind speed and ambient moisture will increase throughout the day. Premature precipitation should be noted. Sunday: All personnel are denied access to SCP-7804 on Sunday. Observation is not to occur on Sunday. Personnel must devote Sunday to personal projects and not perform any work duties relating to SCP-7804 with the sole exception of perimeter patrols. Individuals attempting to exit SCP-7804 on Sunday should be destroyed. Precipitation is expected and should not be reported. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7804 is a transmitting mast radiator initially operated by an unknown telecommunication company (see below) and built at an unknown time. It is constructed of tubular steel and stands at 53.34 meters in height. Analysis suggests the tower was originally painted in alternating stripes of red and white but has since turned black due to decay from exposure to the elements. It continuously transmits at a longwave frequency of 150.6 kHz, covering a range of roughly 2,000 kilometers, and operates regardless of human presence. SCP-7804 has been retrofitted with electronic and analog equipment not typically used for radio-transmitting masts of similar design. Modifications include RG-59/U coaxial cables insulated with bark from the Sequoioideae subfamily, loading coils coated in non-decaying hemoglobin, and seven subterranean funerary boxes, empty, attached to SCP-7804 via copper cables, among others. See Addenda for a full list of modifications. While the exact purpose and capabilities of this equipment are unknown, it is suspected that the alterations may aid SCP-7804 in acquiring and "translating" a broadcast signal from an anomalous source. At the base of the tower is an operating booth designed for prolonged human presence. At the time of discovery, the booth was padlocked with an attached note reading, "Notice: Condemned - Building in violation of Seismic code 1977 and Occult code 0918. Do Not Kill." The booth is fitted with bunk space and living amenities but has fallen into severe disrepair. Evidence of habitation — canned food, water jugs, blankets, etc. — was documented, along with the remains of a human, skeletalized, sitting upright in a swivel chair at the booth's control terminal. A pair of headphones were fused with the skull and playing audio from SCP-7804's broadcast at the time of discovery. The terminal was determined not to be the source of the broadcast; rather, it connects directly to the tower, capturing, refining, and transmitting the audio through an ill-understood process. The following note was attached to the terminal at the time of discovery: D, I've done what I can. The sermon's rigged to repeat as long as there's a signal coming in. Keep this up and running and we'll be set for a long time. Or is that the fire talking? If you ever want to shut it off, don't. You can't. Do not kill. Trust me, you're better off hearing this shit on the radio where you can turn the volume down and not in your head like some of the guys back home. Don't worry about power either, I've got that covered. See you soon, J. P.S. If you're not in the club and you found this place on a dare, come back Sunday. See what the fuss is all about! The booth, and by extension the tower, is not connected to a power source but operates regardless. Recovered documents place SCP-7804 under the care and operation of a Black Mountain Transmitting Co., which claims to provide high-quality radio service to 85% of North America through a network of broadcasting towers. No evidence outside of SCP-7804 corroborates this claim. Inside the operating booth is a tall redwood door fitted with intricate brasswork much older than either the booth or the tower. An engraving on the front reads "THE AGGREGATION." The door is weather-worn and damaged in some areas. Its locking mechanism is nonfunctional and shows evidence of various attempts at reinforcements. The door, when opened, leads to a nondescript storage closet (Variable. See below). SCP-7804 broadcasts on a repeating schedule. The contents of each transmission vary depending on the day of the week. Each broadcast week is identical. See below for summaries or contact Archives for detailed transcripts of each broadcast. Monday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is one. There is rain coming. It is dry now but will rain on the seventh day of our broadcast. The pantheon prepares for our gathering. Until then let us honor the seven of the new age. Tune in each day and convene on the seventh. Follow the rain and you will know when the ascent is prepared. We dedicate this broadcast to the bloody lion Khaulamezia [unintelligible]. He is king of the pantheon. Our god of violence and the natural order of things. Please let our humility satiate the hunger. Let the flesh of the forest soothe you and lull your sleep. Let our bones and blood suffice. Did you see it, in the dream? Last night he killed the bird. He killed but did not eat. Why? The flesh is pure but we are not. Today's artist is Wet Velvet Goat with the song 'You Will Never Understand.' White noise for two minutes followed by sixteen hours of ambient music. Sound ebbs and flows and is layered with instruments of varying frequency and intensity at half-hour intervals. The track is overpowered by low guttural tones at eleven hours and the quality of the broadcast begins to degrade. Eventually, a high-pitched woodwind instrument pierces the din. This instrument begins fast and intricate and grows more powerful over the disharmony until all other sounds fade away. The woodwind then becomes lethargic and eventually settles on a single tone which it holds for the remainder of the track. Broadcast ends with a prayer: [Unintelligible] says the lion, Khaulamezia. [Unintelligible] and rejoice. He accepts our humility and He sleeps once more. We shall eat in his honor and mind our manners. [Unintelligible, chorus of voices]. Be humble, and good night. Tuesday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is two. Rain is coming. Not today, but soon. Shelter the kindling from the sky and keep dry the children. The morning is dedicated to serenity, to the twinkling rose Piercea of the dream. The rose grows now on the grass flat under the dark sky. There is no light but the rose and it gives us peace. It gives peace and calms the heart. When you fall, land in the light of the rose for your bones will not break and your fire will not die. Enjoy the morning sun. Audio plays an unedited recording of a natural soundscape for eight hours. Birds and insects are audible, as well as occasional mammals. Confirmed species include Sylvia atricapilla (Blackcap), Strix aluco (Tawny owl), Accipiter gentilis (Northern goshawk), Nemobius sylvestris (Wood cricket), Capreolus capreolus (Roe deer), Procyon lotor (Raccoon), among others (See Addenda for comprehensive species list and attached notes). Animal vocalizations grow in number and volume continually for the duration of the recording. All vocalizations cease at seven hours and fifty minutes at which point muted thunder is heard and rain begins to fall. Audio then abruptly cuts to white noise. Feminine voice returns with the following message. The morning turns to dusk and we must believe it. Understand it and give thanks to it. So that it cannot hurt us. The dusk is dedicated to the Constellation Hornet. Look up above. The clouds break and you can see it now. The red and orange specks of paint grow larger and sharper every cycle. It will reach us one day and sting the earth with poison. Bite and chew and nest until we are all hollowed out. The stars do not lie and all the gods know it. It will happen. But not today. Not for a long time. Dusk is to remind us of our doom, Beshult. Look up and remember and observe and smile that it is still far, far away. Audio of a choir of feminine voices plays, overlaid by desynchronized synthesized tones. Choir sings two tones, one high and one low, repeatedly. Tones mirror the choir but remain audibly disconnected from the voices. Masculine voices join to replace the synthesized tones, growing progressively louder and more aggressive. Synthesized tones return to mirror the masculine voices in volume and strength. Feminine voices become inaudible. Synthetic tone overpowers the masculine voices until they too fade away entirely. The synthetic tone maintains its strength and volume for several hours until it abruptly cuts to reveal the nearly imperceptible sound of buzzing underlying the track. Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: The rose Piercea and the Constellation Hornet. We give thanks to the pantheon that we may live with the rose and not the stars. Yet as we weep for the world our children must inherit we pay respect to the constellation. All gods of the pantheon must be honored no matter how terrible. That is the will of the bells. And we must respect that. Don't forget, and good night. Wednesday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is three. Rain clouds gather. As we approach the great change let us remember our beginnings. Picture in your mind the image we're born with. The black cliffs. Do you see? Look down now into the white fog. Watch it clear and be blown by the winds. Ah, the green sea, I see it now. Watch for the flukes of monsters and the writhing mass of fish. Watch them tear each other apart. Watch them fight to live. Remember our ancestors in the soup of life. The salt cleanses the skin. Makes us stronger. This broadcast is dedicated to the primordial sea. From the whale's mouth we came and to the whale's mouth we will return. The sea will claim us back. All will return and become whole again. The following song is untitled, by Dogfish. Track consists of a throbbing bass echoed by higher synth tones. Noise pulses rhythmically, accentuated by heavy guitar chords and cymbal crashes. A dull, high-pitched ringing grows in strength, then fades away. Guitars and drums fade, then return. Vocals enter, but the throbbing bass makes the words indistinguishable. Voice is aggressive but indistinct. Voice cries out in pain or joy. Vocals fade and the synth tones get louder. Track ends with bass. Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: There can be no end without the beginning. We cannot welcome the new gods without a sense of time. Let the gods fight and die in the brine. So that they can emerge strong and lead us to a new age. Look forward to the great convergence. Anticipate, and good night. Thursday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is four. It is colder than yesterday. Darkness on the horizon. The calls draw nearer. We catch glimpses of the other between blinks. We see the world as its inverse. Mailumar, the moon and the planet as one. Its body is foreign. Its rocks are strange and hostile to the eye. They twist and mock the senses, the colors offputting. Its dust holds no remembrance of the suffering of man. Its water is poison, thick and oily. Its life is vile. Strange fish and stranger things tall and arching. Yet in it we see what was, is, and is yet to be. We see our future. We see all possibilities. Today's broadcast is dedicated to the other, Mailumar. We send our ambassadors to confer with what is not and never could be. We hope the other gives us audience. And now a message from the envoy, titled 'Human.' Track begins with low tones punctuated by human whistling. Drums enter, followed by vocals. White rock highway Field of space Hear her whisper On the fall of dusk And the break of dawn Call on one One of a kind Go now and see Come back and tell You will never understand Track stops to play itself in reverse. Lyrics remain intelligible despite the audial distortion. White rock highway Final Frontier Stretch like taffy She waits for us And smiles when we try There is room enough But is there time? Go now and see She calls me now Go now and see And come back quick Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: The other waits patient for our time. We give thanks to the planet Mailumar. Keep her close so we may hear her whispers. We pray our bodies may one day be ready for the voyage. Blessings to the ambassadors. Let them return triumphant and in good spirits. Humanity will evolve like it always must. Let it be painless. Prepare, and good night. Friday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is five. The clouds are gathering, growing darker. Something stirs from within us. We devote this broadcast to the Inferno, Knowledge, the all-consuming. Warm our bodies and heads but do not eat us. We put our faith in you, inferno, to show you that we can. Please let this sacrifice be enough. We give ourselves unto you. Track transitions to the snapping and popping of wood by fire. Sound persists at a dull volume for a considerable length of time. Abrupt coughing from multiple sources transitions to screaming. Sounds of panic and shuffling. Several objects fall and shatter. Banging on walls and pleas for help. Loud groan, then explosion. Broadcast abruptly cuts and an artificial voice warns viewers of technical difficulties. Broadcast remains disabled for the remainder of the day. Saturday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: Good morning. Today is six. The fog rolls off the trees like a bad word. Soak in the sky before the clouds blot it out and pour water down our throats. Today's broadcast is dedicated to the self. It is a day for examination and reflection. It is a day of judgment. Count your sheep and your children. Sharpen the axe. Set right your business. The clock strikes midnight and all will be forgiven at last. Walk down your halls in the dead of night. Approach your mirror and gaze at it. Trace the contours of the face and remember it well. Feel the age and the errors. But do not look closely at the details. You must remember that it is not your face. The mirror reveals but it also distorts. It has its fun. It beckons and you must laugh. This next song is made for you. Track is variable depending on the listener. Reports consistently describe the sound as organic and deeply personal, as if it is recorded from within the listener's body. Listeners unanimously agree that the content of the sound is familiar but intangibly offputting. Many recall a dream they had in their youth where they woke in the dead of night to hear a loved one awake in another room; upon investigating, they are distracted by a large mirror and find that their reflection hates them. Feminine voice closes the broadcast with a prayer: We hope that message was enlightening. Self-reflection is important but often challenging. The mirror grants vision of what cannot be seen but do not submit to it. When it beckons know that it lies. It hates you. Remember to laugh. Smile, and good night. Sunday: Broadcast begins at 6:00 a.m. local time. The gentle pattering of rain on dead leaves. Wind through needles. The air is cold and sharpens the senses. Feminine voice greets listeners with the following message: The doors are open wide. Communion with the pantheon begins. Single file, all will pass. This broadcast is dedicated to the calling of the bells. Let them spell the arrival of a new age from the timeless threads that bind us. Church bells toll seven times for seven gods. The morning is still dark but the line is already getting long. You should gather your things quick and hope there is still time. Everyone wants out and Sunday is only so long. You know how people are. Track transitions to footage of a handheld recording device. The photographer is at the base of a mountain surrounded by colleagues. It is the first recorded expedition behind the door in SCP-7804. The photographer is nervous and the camera shakes. You cover your head from the sky. It's cold and you don't want to get wet standing in line. It'll be at least an hour before your turn. The rain washes everything around and reveals things long hidden. Things better left dead. Do you remember the prayers? The greeting? Clap bow clap bow. Practice before you enter. Seven days of prayers have led to this. Make sure to get it right. The photographer arrives at the base of SCP-7804. They walk a perimeter around it. It is raining heavily and is very foggy. There is light coming from the observation booth. The photographer approaches and enters the temple. Walk forward. The hall has grown since you last entered. The faith is doing well, it seems. Delicate intricacies carved into the polished white marble depict the story of your people. Of the death of the old and the coming of the new. Seven statues. The lion. The rose and stars. The whale. The planet. The fire. The mirror. The bells. They stare expectantly and you greet each one. Clap bow clap bow. The line trails on ahead, past the altars and the prayer rooms, to the foot of the winding staircase, its doors wide and beckoning. Blinding light consumes all who enter. Their eyes and mouths are open to let it all in. You've never seen what lies past the doors but you know it's what everyone has been waiting for. You don't feel the rain anymore. It's your turn to enter. The observation booth is empty except for the skeleton in the chair. It twitches ever so slightly. The transmitter is on and receiving. Bells, each chime weakening the border between here and there. The photographer freezes. A sound from behind and below, all at once. They turn to face the door. Light streaks across the floor from beneath its red wood. The photographer approaches and dreads. The Aggregation. They twist the knob and push it open. It creaks with the sound of a thousand years and spills its secrets into the eye of the camera. It is a staircase made of rotting wood and ancient mud, leading down. Electric bulbs light the path deep into the earth. Wailing from somewhere below. They talk into a radio but there is only static. The signal is obscured by something bigger. The photographer descends. You've been down here for so long. The dirt soaks your pores and fills your lungs. You want to breathe. You need to. The sensation of weight on your skin has never quite gone away even after all this time. You look behind you. Countless people silhouetted against the blinding light. You can see the anticipation in their eyes. You look ahead. Countless more climb up and up. The marble stairs of the temple beneath your feet turn to wood the higher you go. The faces of seven new gods stare absently down from the bright abyss. The white gives way to dark and you're surrounded by mud on all sides. Lights sway above, brushed gently by the shoulders of those ahead. The bells echo from somewhere beyond. The photographer descends carefully. There is movement. Gentle shifting of the light. Shadows crossing over each other. They listen carefully and hear a sound. Music. No, humming. Wordless. Desperate. Then there is another sound. Footsteps. The approach of visitors. Or are they the true people? Passing through, or are they returning? The doors have opened. It is the seventh day and all have come to see. Figures ascend to the sound of bells. They each pass the photographer and smile. Dirt falls from their mouths and water drips from their soaked shirts. Their eyes are milky and their skin full of holes. It’s a miracle, they say, a second chance at life. They can hardly believe their prayers have been answered. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7804" by Its a Bad Idea, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7804. Licensed under CC-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: radiomast Name: File:Radio Mast on Glessal Hill - geograph.org.uk - 4320040.jpg Author: Billy McCrorie License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Radio_Mast_on_Glessal_Hill_-_geograph.org.uk_-_4320040.jpg Derivative of: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Radio_Mast_on_Glessal_Hill_-_geograph.org.uk_-_4320040.jpg Additional Notes: Edit of the original to be black and white.
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close Info X SCP-7BUS: The Amazing Cross-Dimensional Bus Service™ (TACDBS™) This is my first ever SCP and a long one at that (~10k words). I've officially been apart of this wiki for a month now and I'm happy to have finally contributed to the site :D There are no secrets so don't look. Item#: 7805 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: mercurial link to memo object type: thaumiel object type: aisna {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} SCP-7805-1α Special Containment Procedures: Access to SCP-7805-1α should be restricted to personnel with Level 4 or higher clearance and entry may only include on-site researchers and Class-D individuals. Entry into SCP-7805-1ß should only occur during experimentation in a controlled environment. While no anomalous beings or any passengers unaffiliated with the Foundation have alighted an SCP-7805-ß instance at SCP-7805-1α, agents from Site-549 are to stand guard at all times watching SCP-7805-1α in the case of this occurring. Updated Procedures (7/3/2016): All personnel using SCP-7805 are to strictly adhere to the guidelines set by the Ethics Committee during experimentation: Personnel boarding SCP-7805-1ß must wear specialised suits at all times during research. Personnel are to pay the correct fare for boarding any instance of SCP-7805-ß. Interaction with passengers on SCP-7805-ß are to be limited and to only occur when it would otherwise result in creating hostility with the passenger(s). All experiments on SCP-7805 must be recorded through cameras attached to the suits of boarding personnel. Excerpt from Addendum #3 Note that all personnel must use the SCP-7805-δ Communication Guide (Addendum #5) when travelling on SCP-7805-ß instances. Updated Procedures (14/5/2025): All research on SCP-7805 is prohibited due to the immense risk further research may have on the structure of our universe and neighbouring universes (See Addendum #8). Containment procedures still apply. Description: SCP-7805 is the designation given to three main components which function together to cause anomalous effects, these being SCP-7805-α, SCP-7805-ß and SCP-7805-δ. SCP-7805-1 refers to the initial instance of SCP-7805. Further instances have been labelled in order of chronological appearance, however this system is regarded as heavily redundant due to the seemingly infinite appearances SCP-7805 can take thus referring to the anomaly as a whole is most appropriate and less confusing. SCP-7805-1α is a run-down dark green shelter located 8km south-east of Site-549 which functions as a bus stop for SCP-7805-1ß. A bench is attached to the inside of the shelter and a simple white bike rack with worn-out paint is placed beside it. Significant markings include: 1) a green sign with text: "Bus Stop" located on the side of the roof, 2) a yellow sign with text: "Signal Driver" located to the right of the green sign, and 3) a four-digit number1 with white lettering located on the outside-wall of the stop. SCP-7805-1ß is a standard blue bus with a capacity of 58. It has no external markings besides the number twelve written in white lettering placed on the front of the bus underneath the front window. The inside of the bus contains grey walls, 43 grey seats, 15 blue handles for standing passengers, a driver's seat and standard driving components. SCP-7805-1ß appears to be solely controlled by SCP-7805-1δ and it is unknown whether or not this is the only way its anomalous effects can occur. This component's anomalous effects include the ability to evaporate targeted individuals, transportation to different dimensions and/or different locations in this universe and durability against significantly different climates and conditions. SCP-7805-1δ appears to be a Caucasian, elderly male with balding white hair, hazel eyes and a blue driving uniform with the name: "Robert McZimmerman" sewn on the left lapel. SCP-7805-1δ is the driver of SCP-7805-1ß with no major anomalous abilities, besides the presumed ability to survive in a variety of different physical and atmospheric environments. Whether or not this is attributed to SCP-7805-1δ himself or to the inside of SCP-7805-1ß is unknown. Descriptions of other instances of SCP-7805 can be read in Addendum #6. Discovery: SCP-7805 was brought to the Foundation's attention on 10/3/2016, when the lead researcher of SCP-7057: Dr. Romilly (henceforth referred to as Subject 7805-A), was reportedly "acting strange" by their fellow researchers and was hence sent to Site-549's medical infirmary and after 30 minutes of silence finally mentioned their coming into contact with an anomalous bus. Following an interview with Subject 7805-A, the location of SCP-7805-1α was reported and restricted access to SCP-7805-1α was established. As a result of SCP-7805 seemingly targeting Subject 7805-A after certain experimentation on SCP-7057, it has been noted that a connection between SCP-7057 and SCP-7805 may exist. The nature of this connection is still under documentation. Addendum #1 - Transcript of Interview with Subject 7805-A Subject 7805-A Interview Information: Interview with Subject 7805-A was conducted on 12/3/2016 by interdimensional researcher Dr. Bradley Matthews at Site-549. Click to view: Interview Log - Subject 7805-A Interview Log: Subject 7805-A, Full Transcript INTERVIEW BEGINS AT 12/3/2016, 20:33 Subject 7805-A sits down. Dr. Matthews: Hello, Dr. Romilly. How are you today? Subject 7805-A: (quietly) I'm…okay, I guess. Dr. Matthews: Do you think you're ready to talk about your experience with SCP-7805? Subject 7805-A: Um…I think so. What do you want to know? Dr. Matthews: If you are comfortable doing so, I would like you to recount as much as you can about SCP-7805. Subject 7805-A: (Subject clears throat) Ok, so I was coming home after doing an experiment on SCP-7057 and I- Dr. Matthews: Hold that thought for a sec, Morgan. Which experiment was this? Subject 7805-A: (Subject looks confused) Uh…how is this relevant? Dr. Matthews: Trust me, it is very crucial we get every detail about what happened that day. So, what tests did you do on SCP-7057? Subject 7805-A: Okay, um…so we started by [REDACTED] Dr. Matthews: Alright, thanks for being honest and aiding our knowledge on SCP-7805. So, go on. You were coming home from work when… Subject 7805-A: So…I, uh…was heading to the bus stop I would usually wait at when I saw one much closer to here so I though: "Hey, this might save me some time!" So then, I… Subject 7805-A glances off into the distance. Dr. Matthews: Uh, Morgan? Will you be able to continue the interview? Subject 7805-A: Oh, uh…yeah, sure. I'm sorry. It's just quite overwhelming reliving it. So…I waited at this new stop when a bus stopped, like it usually would…and I didn't think too much of it, I just went on it like I usually do. Paid the fare, found a seat, dozed off a bit, you know, the usually things you do. Dr. Matthews: Yes, that makes sense. Can you tell me anything about the driver of this so-called bus? Subject 7805-A: Uh…not much, other then he just seemed like a normal dude. Took my money and just started driving. Nothing unusual. Dr. Matthews: Yeah? Okay, interesting…anything abnormal about the journey? Subject 7805-A: (Subject takes a deep breath) The, uh…first ride was pretty normal. You know…bus regularly stopping and starting as people leave and come on. Then…the, clears throat, the ride takes a turn. The outside seems to get much darker than it usually would at that time. Dr. Matthews: And what time was this at, Dr. Romilly? Subject 7805-A: I, uh…I'm not quite sure but it was around 16:04 when I boarded the bus and I'd say…20 minutes after when I started to notice something was wrong. Dr. Matthews: Okay so you'd say it was about 16:25, then? Subject 7805-A: Yeah around then. Sun doesn't usually set till well after. So anyway, I look outside my window and I see a dark blue sky, not too abnormal but still not quite right given the time. (Subject starts to speak faster) So I get a bit spooked when all of a sudden I see these strange looking plants with like neon-yellow leaves and hexagonal-shaped red flowers and so I start to freak out and I press the stop button and the bus stops at the next stop and I exit the bus and the driver gives me a weird look as I get off and then there I am in the middle of this weird place with freaky plants with no way to get back home and my phone stops working and- Dr. Matthews: Okay, okay, slow down, Dr. Romilly. Take a breather. Subject 7805-A takes a few deep breaths. Subject 7805-A: Okay, so I'm in this weird place and for a while I am freaking out. A few minutes pass and then I see a pair of headlights. And so I wave them down and see that it is another bus, however looks much more, let's say, steampunk-ish. Dr. Matthews: What do you mean by that exactly? Subject 7805-A: Oh, you know. Cogs and gears everywhere. Exhaust pipes in places where they probably shouldn't be. Even the driver was steampunk, wearing those weird goggles. Dr. Matthews: Could you talk a bit more about the driver of this bus? Subject 7805-A: Uh, ye. Nothing much to say about her, except for she wouldn't let me on the bus unless I played double the fare. I mean, of course I paid it; I had no other way to get out of here. Now for this one, I was much more alert and noticed the weird passengers on this bus. Pretty much none of them looked the same as another. All different shapes and sizes. I think I mighta seen a talking pig. Dr. Matthews: Alright, interesting…now where did this bus take you? Subject 7805-A: Fortunately, it took me back to the first stop. I thanked the driver so much and was in tears. Right before the bus arrived I actually was starting to get eyed by a scary-looking owl creature. I pushed that stop button so quickly. Dr. Matthews: Would you say that is an extensive enough recount of your experience? About 2 minutes pass before Subject 7805-A responds. Subject 7805-A: Uh…yeah. Anything else you want to hear? Dr. Matthews pulls out a map of the local area. Dr. Matthews: Could you show me on this map around whereabouts you would say this bus stop is? Subject 7805-A points to location of SCP-7805-1α on map. Dr. Matthews: Right here? Subject 7805-A nods. Dr. Matthews: Cool, we'll get our agents right on it. You're free to go. INTERVIEW CONCLUDES AT 12/3/2016, 20:56 Addendum #2 - Summary of SCP-7805 Experiments 01-05 Experiment No. Description Findings #01 One Class-D is told to enter SCP-7805-1ß without paying the bus fare The Class-D disappears and is never seen again. NOTE: Following this experiment, the number located on the outside wall of SCP-7805-1α changed from 2501 to 2502. #02 One Class-D with a tracking device implanted into the back of his neck is told to enter SCP-7805-1ß and pay the fare. He is also informed to avoid interaction with any passengers on the bus and the driver of the bus and that he is to do the same with any subsequent instance of SCP-7805-ß. The tracking device works for around five (5) minutes until seemingly falling out of range, occurring around 4km away from SCP-7805-1α. Nearly 1 hour passes before the Class-D returns back to SCP-7805-1α, on a pink and yellow bus with a vastly different shape to standard buses (This has now been allocated designation SCP-7805-4ß). Class-D reportedly went on three (3) bus rides in total, with their fares each costing more than the previous one. Descriptions on the locations and other instances of SCP-7805 were documented (See Addendum #6). #03 Three Class-D are told different instructions. First Subject (D-7805-3) is told to not pay the fare or interact with any passengers or drivers. Second Subject (D-7805-4) is told to pay the fare and not to interact with any passengers or drivers. Third Subject (D-7805-5) is told to pay the fare and to interact with all drivers and as many passengers as appropriate. D-7805-3 does not return. D-7805-4 and D-7805-5 do return after two bus rides, however the latter subject has a wounded left arm and a bruised right eye. According to recounts from both surviving subjects, SCP-7805-1δ pushed a special, blue button on the dashboard after D-7805-3 refused to pay the fare, causing the Subject to seemingly evaporate.2 D-7805-4 mentioned that the fare for the second bus ride was more than the first, however for D-7805-5 the fare was actually lower than the first. Based on this information, it appears interacting with the driver of the bus has an impact on the price of the buses.3 D-7805-5's injuries occurred after he talked to a disgruntled creature with a deformed face. However, interaction with other passengers did result in both valuable conversation regarding the nature of SCP-7805 and D-7805-5's receiving of a decorated box.4 The key point of information that D-7805-5 found from conversing with passengers was that SCP-7805 is a large bus service-network with the ability to transport between different realities. #04 Two Class-D are given slightly different instructions. Both are told to pay the correct fare and to interact with the bus driver. One is told to only interact with SCP-7805-δs, while the other is told to interact with passengers as well. Neither Subjects return. Reason unknown due to absence of documentation. NOTE: The number on SCP-7805-1α changed from 2502 to 2504 after this incident. EDIT: Further knowledge of this incident has been provided through the improved ability to communicate with the driver. Both were perfectly safe during the ride on SCP-7805-1ß. Health problems began when they entered a different reality (Dimension-7805-5) which, according to SCP-7805-1δ's testimony, seems to have had vastly different laws of physics to ours, causing their bodies to implode upon exiting SCP-7805-1ß. #05 Two Class-D wearing specialised suits5 are given similar instructions. Both are told to pay the correct fare and to interact with only the bus driver. One is told to get off the bus normally (D-7805-8), while the other is told to stay on the bus as long as possible (D-7805-9). D-7805-9, returns to SCP-7805-1α well before D-7805-8. Disciplinary action was underway until the Subject explained that he had figured out how to communicate with SCP-7805-1δ and hence was able to tell him to return to SCP-7805-1α (For more information, see Addendum #5). D-7805-8 returns an hour later with a profusely bleeding right arm. She stated it was caused by a hostile creature residing in the second alternate dimension she was taken to. This Subject reportedly went on four bus rides before returning back, however not much information was gathered on these locations as she soon after dropped dead from immense blood loss, despite the medic's best efforts. Addendum #3 - Discussion with Ethics Committee regarding use of Class-D personnel in the experimentation of SCP-7805 To: Ethics Committee From: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) Subject: Review on use of Class-D personnel on experimentation of SCP-7805 Attachment: SCP-7805 Experiments 01-05 Compiled Sent: 29/2/2016, 15:42 Dear Sir/Madam of the Ethics Committee, Attached is a document detailing experiments done to further understand the nature of SCP-7805. Each of these experiments required the use of Class-D personnel, with some of them unfortunately being either KIA or MIA. I would like to add that these casualties and injuries appear to be largely related to the misuse of SCP-7805 and hence blame could be accurately placed on the harmed individuals themselves. However, instruction from researchers given to these Class-D personnel may have influenced their actions to result in harm. Therefore, I propose experimentation with the use of Class-D subjects continue under measured regulation, ensuring as little harm is caused to them as possible. I think we're close to an important discovery, and this anomaly could definitely be useful in the capturing of dangerous and escaped anomalies. - Director Hugh Bradley Staff of the SCP Foundation Head of Site 549 To: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) From: Ethics Committee Subject: RE: Review on use of Class-D personnel on experimentation of SCP-7805 Sent: 7/3/2016, 17:00 Greetings Director Bradley, Your request has been reviewed and your concerns addressed. As a result, the following conditions have been placed on the continued experimentation of SCP-7805: Personnel boarding SCP-7805-1ß must wear specialised suits at all times during research. Personnel are to pay the correct fare for boarding any instance of SCP-7805-ß. Interaction with passengers on SCP-7805-ß are to be limited and to only occur when it would otherwise result in creating hostility with the passenger(s). All experiments on SCP-7805 must be recorded through cameras attached to the suits of boarding personnel. Kind regards, Ethics Committee. Addendum #4 - Summary of Experiments 06-11 Experiment No. Description Findings #06 One Class-D is to follow the Communication Guide (See Addendum #5), to travel to Dimension-7805-2. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. Subject reportedly travels to what is now classified as Dimension-7805-7, which is notably similar in appearance to Dimension-7805-2 however was not the same, possessing a green sky as opposed to a red one. To our knowledge, the subject was using the Communication Guide correctly. More testing of this guide will follow. #07 Two Class-D are to both travel without the Communication Guide on SCP-7805-1ß and with the Communication Guide on every subsequent bus to return to SCP-7805-1α. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. Only one of the Class-D return, D-7805-12. She is unable to inform how the other Subject disappeared. To her knowledge, the two of them both said the same directions in-line with the Communication Guide. Reason for this complication is unknown. #08 D-7805-12 and one other Class-D are to use the Communication Guide to travel to Dimension-7805-2, take photos of the sky, ground and bus stop, then return to our dimension. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. D-7805-12 returns with the correct photos of Dimension-7805-2 in 23 minutes. The other subject, D-7805-13, returns with the correct photos in 51 minutes. D-7805-13 informs that they figured out an alternate way to use the Communication Guide, which appears to be linked to each individual (For more information, see Addendum #5). #09 D-7805-13 and one other Class-D are to use the updated Communication Guide to travel to Dimension-7805-3, take photos of the sky, ground and bus stop, then return to our dimension. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. D-7805-13 returns with the correct photos of Dimension-7805-3 in 19 minutes. D-7805-14 returns back with the correct photos in 30 minutes. Both subjects used the Communication Guide and it appeared to work correctly. #10╓╫ ERrOr! This log has either been corrupted or removed from the database due to dangerous and/or sensitive information. Contact your RAISA supervisor for more information. #11 Three Class-D are to attempt to find a book with knowledge of SCP-7805 in the Wanderer's library, take it from the library, then return to our dimension. Standard restrictions as enforced by the Ethics Committee are to be followed. Only one subject returns, D-7805-29. He, quote: "Bolted the fuck away from those terrifying snake lovin' bitches". D-7805-28 was reportedly incapacitated by members of the Serpent's Hand7 when looking for a rose-gold covered book, which D-7805-29 states is what SCP-7805-1δ said the book would look like. D-7805-27 and D-7805-29 were able to retreat to SCP-7805-13ß safely. Unfortunately, two other members of the Serpent's Hand8 were passengers on the bus and recognised the Foundation logo on D-7805-27's suit. They proceeded to stab D-7805-27 a total of 34 times before SCP-7805-13ß arrived at SCP-7805-1α, where D-7805-29 exited the bus as hastily as possible. ~Dir. Bradley - While these experiments did result in a lot of deceased Class-D, it did show that this anomaly could be used to reach anomalous places we haven't been able to before. This could very well be used to save people under the effects of a Nexus… Addendum #5 - SCP-7805-δ Communication Guide THE REQUESTED FILE HAS BEEN DELETED THROUGH DATA CORRUPTION TRIGGERED BY AN INCIDENT AT SITE-549.9 WE APOLOGISE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE THIS MAY CAUSE. Addendum #6 - Descriptions of Buses, Drivers, Bus Stops and Locations The below table includes descriptions of instances of SCP-7805 and locations that it has sent people to. Click to view: Descriptions of SCP-7805 Descriptions of Buses, Drivers, Bus Stops and Locations - Abridged Version Descriptions of SCP-7805-ß Instances Name Description Discovery SCP-7805-1ß Standard left-hand drive blue bus with no significant markings save from the number 12 written in white lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are light-grey, all made out of standard material. Driven by SCP-7805-1δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-1α, SCP-7805-1δ and Earth in our universe. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has appeared every time SCP-7805's effect has occurred. SCP-7805-2ß Standard-sized left-hand drive bronze bus with many visible cogs and gears. Its exhaust releases an excess amount of CO2. Only significant marking is the number "35" in black lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are brown and appear to be made of leather. Driven by SCP-7805-2δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-2α, SCP-7805-2δ and Dimension-7805-1. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10.10 … SCP-7805-4ß Pink and yellow right-hand drive bus with a standard capacity however has an arched floor and a triangular roof. Only significant marking is the number "416" in dark-grey lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are pale-yellow, all made out of standard material. Driven by SCP-7805-4δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-4α, SCP-7805-4δ and Dimension-7805-3. First seen on 24/5/2016 by D-7805-2. Last seen on 2/12/2018 by D-7805-13 and D-7805-14 during Experiment #09. … SCP-7805-6ß Small-sized dark-red right-hand drive bus with many heavily-tinted square windows. Only significant markings are 1) the number/letter combination "8S" in white lettering with black outlining on the front of the bus and 2) a list of rules written on the inside walls of the bus.11 Inside, all seats and walls are light-grey, all made out of standard material. Driven by SCP-7805-6δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-6α, SCP-7805-6δ and Dimension-7805-6. First seen on 14/8/2016 by D-7805-9. Has not been seen since. SCP-7805-7ß Small-sized white and red left-hand drive bus with white-tinted windows. Only significant marking is the number/letter combination "50S" in red lettering on the front of the bus. Driven by SCP-7805-7δ. While knowledge on SCP-7805-7ß's origins is limited, the designation SCP-7805-7α has been reserved for future discovery. First seen on 14/8/2016 by D-7805-8. Has not been seen since. SCP-7805-8ß Black and gold right-hand drive bus with standard capacity however adopts a cubic shape in place of a standard bus shape. Only significant marking is the number "256" in silver lettering on the front of the bus. Inside, all seats and walls are red, all made out of standard material but with extra cushioning. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-8α, SCP-7805-8δ and Dimension-7805-8. First seen on 16/8/2018 by D-7805-11 and D-7805-12. Has not been seen since. … SCP-7805-1Oß/BU5╙▌ ~NO ENTRY EXISTS~ … SCP-7805-13ß Dark-green left-hand drive bus with yellow spots and a standard capacity, however appears to have a lower ceiling and a longer body. Only significant markings are 1) the number/letter combination "G14" in white lettering on the front of the bus and 2) an image of "a tree with the trunk replaced with a snake's head" on the inside walls of the bus.12 Driven by SCP-7805-13δ. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-13α, SCP-7805-13δ and a gateway leading to Nx-01 (The Wanderer's Library). First seen on 15/6/2020 by D-7805-27 and D-7805-29. Has not been seen since. Descriptions of SCP-7805-δ Instances Name Description Discovery SCP-7805-1δ Appears to be a Caucasian, elderly male possessing balding white hair, hazel eyes and a dark-blue driving uniform with the name: "Robert McZimmerman" sewn on his left lapel in white lettering. He is the only known person to drive SCP-7805-1ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-1α, SCP-7805-1ß and Earth in our universe. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. He has appeared every time SCP-7805's effect has occurred. SCP-7805-2δ Appears to be a European, middle-aged female possessing long brown hair, brown eyes, a pair of bronze aviator goggles and a brown-grey driving uniform with the name: "Emma Federica" sewn on her left lapel in bronze lettering. She is the only known person to drive SCP-7805-2ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-2α, SCP-7805-2ß and Dimension-7805-1. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. She has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. … SCP-7805-4δ Appears to be a gender-neutral humanoid possessing hot-pink skin, long red hair, blue eyes and a white driving uniform with the name: "Bubbles Blessing" sewn on their left lapel in pink lettering. They are the only known humanoid to drive SCP-7805-4ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-4α, SCP-7805-4ß and Dimension-7805-3. First seen on 24/5/2016 by D-7805-2. They were last seen on 2/12/2018 by D-7805-13 and D-7805-14 during Experiment #09. SCP-7805-5δ Appears to be a Spanish adult male possessing short black hair, brown eyes and a light-grey driving uniform with the name: "Marcio Jaime" sewn on his left lapel in dark-grey lettering. He is the only known person to drive SCP-7805-5ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-5α, SCP-7805-5ß and Dimension-7805-4. First seen on 19/6/2016 by D-7805-4 and D-7805-5. He has not been seen since. … SCP-7805-13δ Appears to be a humanoid with a shadow-like appearance. No details are able to be distinguished due to its unique appearance. They are the only known humanoid to drive SCP-7805-13ß. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-13α, SCP-7805-13ß and a gateway leading to Nx-01 (The Wanderer's Library). First seen on 15/6/2020 by D-7805-27 and D-7805-29. Has not been seen since. Descriptions of SCP-7805-α Instances Name Description Discovery SCP-7805-1α Dark-green bus shelter. Very worn with an equally worn out simple bicycle rack beside it. Markings include a green "Bus Stop" sign, a yellow "Signal Driver" sign and a four-digit white number (currently reads 2514). Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-1ß, SCP-7805-1δ and Earth in our universe. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. It is the key location where SCP-7805's effect occurs. SCP-7805-2α Light-grey, solid concrete bus shelter, shaped like a rectangular prism with one face removed. Has a "bench" created similarly to the shelter itself. Only significant marking is a three-digit number carved into the underneath of the bench (last known to read 748). Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-2ß, SCP-7805-2δ and Dimension-7805-1. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. … SCP-7805-6α A single bright-red bench. Appears to be very polished. Only significant marking is the number "444" written in white paint on the left-side of the bench. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-6ß, SCP-7805-6δ and Dimension-7805-6. First seen on 14/8/2016 by D-7805-9. Has not been seen since. … SCP-7805-9α Silver bus shelter containing a bench. Moderately worn. Only significant marking is the presence of three unknown symbols written in red lettering on the concrete directly in front of SCP-7805-9α. These are presumed to be some kind of numbering system due to the presence of similar markings found on all discovered instances of SCP-7805-α. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-9ß, SCP-7805-9δ and Dimension-7805-9. First seen on 27/10/2018 by D-7805-13. Last seen after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. … SCP-7805-13α Contains only a green sign with a picture of a book with the number seven written in the center, all in yellow print. Seems to be intrinsically connected to SCP-7805-13ß, SCP-7805-13δ and Nx-01. It is believed that this bus stop may be under the possession of the Serpent's Hand, what this may entail is presently unknown. First seen on 15/6/2020 by D-7805-27, -28 and -29. Descriptions of locations reached through use of SCP-7805 Name Description Discovery Dimension-7805-1 Key natural features include a dark-blue sky, a large amount of greenery made up of neon-yellow bushes sprouting red hexagonal flowers and pink tree-like pillars all around. Key artificial features include a road with a few standard streetlights and SCP-7805-2α on the side of the road. No natural life has been seen in this dimension. First seen on 9/3/2016 by Subject 7805-A. Has only appeared one other time after [DATA MISSING] during Experiment #10. Dimension-7805-2 Key natural features include a red sky, fields of black grass, grey saplings with dark-blue leaves growing along the "road" and short white bulbs growing abundantly within the fields. Only natural life found in the dimension are small pink insects (Permission to begin experimentation on these lifeforms is currently being processed). Possesses many similar properties to Dimension-7805-7.14 First seen on 24/5/2016 by D-7805-2. Last seen on 27/10/2018 by D-7805-12 and D-7805-13 during Experiment #08. … Dimension-7805-5 Not much is known about this dimension, aside from its possession of physical laws that contrast ours. Realities such as these should be avoided as much as possible, as even while wearing the specialised suits it is likely this drastic change in conditions will result in either the dismemberment or serious injury of personnel. Presumably first seen on 6/7/2016 by D-7805-6 and D-7805-7. Has not been seen since. … Dimension-7805-7 Key natural features include a green sky, fields of black grass, grey trees with purple leaves growing along the "road" and short white drooping plants similar in shape to morel mushrooms growing abundantly within the fields. Possesses a similar appearance to Dimension-7805-2. First seen on 4/7/2018 by D-7805-10 in an attempt to reach Dimension-7805-2 through use of the Communication Guide. Has not been seen since. … Wanderer's Library For more information on Nx-01, click here. Known by the Foundation since 1955. Travelled to through use of SCP-7805 by D-7805-27, D-7805-28 and D-7805-29 on 15/6/2020. Addendum #7 - Status on the Classification of SCP-7805 SCP-7805 has now been classified as belonging to Object Class:Aisna as of 26/8/2022 due to its ability to transport anomalous beings to any location they please, in effect producing them. Re-classification to Thaumiel has been denied due to the great risk these anomalies may cause especially if regularly used by Foundation personnel. It is unknown why no anomalous beings have exited the bus at SCP-7805-1a, however the leading theory may be that the majority of SCP-7805-ß riding anomalies have no desire to disrupt our planet. Click to view: Archive of the Classification of SCP-7805 Archive of communications regarding the Classification of SCP-7805 To: Head Dir. Hoffman (Head of Interdimensional Sites) From: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) Subject: Request for the use of SCP-7805 in future containment missions Sent: 12/8/2022, 12:09 Good afternoon Director Hoffman, I'm sending this email to request that we open up SCP-7805 to be used by Foundation agents to capture other anomalies. While there is the slight risk that dangerous anomalies may be passengers on these buses, and that seeing members wearing Foundation issued suits could provoke them, I think that this situation would be too rare to occur and that the risk is worth the benefit that this anomaly could provide. Hope you consider this change of classification. Regards, - Director Hugh Bradley Staff of the SCP Foundation Head of Site 549 To: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) From: Head Dir. Hoffman (Head of Interdimensional Sites) CC: RAISA Supervisor Nicole Farnham Subject: RE: Request for the use of SCP-7805 in future containment missions Sent: 19/8/2022, 15:14 Dear Dir. Bradley, Your request has been reviewed and we have decided to move to the next stage in classification. Nicole Farnham (RAISA Supervisor for Interdimensional Sites) has been CC'ed in this email and will begin testing of SCP-7805 on 22/8/2022. - Head Director Ned Hoffman Staff of the SCP Foundation Head Director of Interdimensional Sites (Site-186, Site-368, Site-549, Site-719, Site-852) To: Dir. Bradley (Head of Site-549) From: RAISA Supervisor Nicole Farnham Subject: RE:RE: Request for the use of SCP-7805 in future containment missions Sent: 26/8/2022, 17:00 Director Hugh Bradley, Thanks for your coordination with this operation. - Nicole Farnham Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA) To contact us, please call 555-7592 Business hours: 8am-6pm, All days. Addendum #8 - Warning Message from Interdimensional Research Regulation Department (IRRD) Click to view: Warning Issued By IRRD Regarding Use of SCP-7805 Warning Issued By IRRD Regarding Use of SCP-7805 The appearance of objects other than SCP-7805-1ß emerging in front of SCP-7805-1α has indeed been observed at an increasing rate. We believe that this may be a sign that the convex point between our universe and others may be opening further, which could result in a collision with these realities. We have decided to label this the Great Convergence (GC) K-Class Scenario and have deemed it too dangerous to continue experimentation on SCP-7805 in hopes that this might slow down or even repair any damage done to the universal boundaries. Only time will tell. ~Dir. Bradley - As a result of the contents of this notice, all on-site research personnel will be relieved of their duties and sent back to work on other anomalies at Site-549 effective immediately. Footnotes 1. This number has noticeably changed three times over the course of experimentation and exploration and currently reads 2514. 2. Although it is unknown whether D-7805-3 is incapacitated or not, he has been documented as deceased. 3. After many more experiments, this effect is tied to each individual and still occurs even after months have passed since the last bus ride one has taken. 4. No anomalous properties have been found to exert from this item, however experimentation is ongoing. 5. For more information, contact your RAISA supervisor. 6. Following this experiment, the number on SCP-7805-1α changed from 2504 to 2514. 7. These members are currently unidentified. 8. These two members have been identified and research on them is ongoing. 9. This incident occurred during procedures prescribed in accordance with the EVERSOR Initiative. During the process of neutralizing low-level anomalies at Site-549 and deconstructing their relative containment procedures, a miscalculation in the power allocation of the facility resulted in the corruption of some documents. Fortunately, documents affected appear to be of little value to the Foundation as a whole. 10. NULL: Record not found. 11. This was reportedly how D-7805-9 managed to communicate how to return to SCP-7805-1α. 12. This has been identified as the logo of the Serpent's Hand. 13. It is believed after this event SCP-7805-9α was destroyed, resulting in the inability to travel to Dimension-7805-9. 14. It is unknown if Dimension-7805-2 and Dimension-7805-7 could be the same reality or in some way related realities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7805" by FacelessPolarBear, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7805. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Special Containment Procedures Three copies of SCP-7806 are kept in Low-Yield Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. No attempts to acquire further copies are to be made at this time. Staff are permitted to view SCP-7806 for research purposes. Requests for recreational access must be denied, and promptly reported to the Ethics Committee. Description SCP-7806 is a Blu-Ray box set compiling episodes of Ali's Knees, an unaired television program purportedly dedicated to filming the knees of Swedish actress Alicia Amanda Vikander in widescreen closeup. Footage focuses on Vikander's knees exclusively. Each episode is twenty-four hours in length, and covers one full day in its protagonist's life at an unspecified date. Each copy of SCP-7806 displays Vikander's knees from a different angle. The angle will occasionally shift, and digital editing is occasionally in evidence, apparently to prevent anything other than Vikander's knees from appearing in the frame. Once the viewer has witnessed a full episode, they are required to insert the next disc into their machine to resume playback; any footage which would have been presented during the time required to perform this action will be missed. Once the full set of discs has been exhausted, the viewer is presented with a 1-800 telephone number for use in ordering the next 'season'. Each season is equivalent to one calendar month. Two attempts have been made to call the provided number. The first returned a busy signal, and the second was blocked. Due to the tight focus, video editing, and uncertain date, confirmation of the subject's identity is impossible. No concealed cameras have been discovered in Vikander's presence, and she is unaware of the existence of this program. Discovery Three copies of SCP-7806 and a 'burner' cellphone were recovered during a raid of an anomalous media shop in Lincoln, Nebraska on 8 October 2022. The phone contained text message records apparently representing the negotiations which resulted in SCP-7806's creation. A full transcript is provided below. Mari McPhaerson calling dado! We at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media are overjoyed to hear from you again. right okay you are receiving dado demand for make recompense after disastrous very bad first deal, yes Can't say I agree with that characterization, fella, but we sure did get your request! I'll need a little clarification before we can proceed, though. dado has already explained this dado talked to the moose Well that's great, and very progressive of you I might add, but you must have misunderstood our complaints directory. You should have selected "human operator." The moose operator is strictly for moose complaints. Nobody in the human complaints department speaks moose, and all I've got here is a complaint in moose-speak. okay weird but okay dado is demand new media product of dados choosing as recompsen recompnse compensation You want us to make more media for you?! Well, why didn't you say so! We're very excited to be partnering with your fine financial figure once more. no no partners u make media, dado sell no partners I see. You're asking us to produce a media program, and then sign away the rights to you? yes dado demands exclusive vikanders knees media project You know, I think we've got just the thing? I bet you'll be really pleased with how this turns out. wait dado has instructions for media hello hello Despite the apparent commercial intent behind this conversation, and its obvious results, there is no indication that dado ever attempted to sell SCP-7806. McPhaerson eventually resumed contact to determine the reason; these records were also recovered at the scene. Howdy, partner! not partners Wow. We brought a beautiful media baby into the world together, and it all meant nothing to you? That's really hurtful, man. what u want It's like we don't even know each other anymore. You've been so distant! For example: you never put Ali's Knees on the open marketplace of ideas, where it could grow and flourish into a pillar of global media. Now I have to ask — even though the thought is patently ridiculous, it's right here in the script I got from our lawyers — are you in some way dissatisfied with our product? no is that all u there Sorry, you're not upset about Ali's Knees? Not at all? Obviously the content is unimpeachable, but we thought maybe you didn't like the box art, or the title. We considered calling it da Ali's Knees do, but almost nobody in the office thought the gag was landing. It played well with the moose audience, though. I think. whatever whatever Just to be clear: you do still plan to release this program to the teeming masses, right? no I don't understand. k Alright, well, I have to come clean. Those aren't Alicia Vikander's knees at all. They're my knees. Are you watching? I'll move them. I moved them. Were you watching? dado is satisfied with arrangement You're just going to sit on an entire warehouse of knee photography? dado is satisfied Call records show that the phone was also used, twice, to call the 1-800 number appearing at the end of each season of SCP-7806. Update: On 13 November 2022, each copy of SCP-7806 in Foundation possession was spontaneously altered via unknown means. The program is now entitled Moosonee, and consists of realtime footage of the eponymous Canadian town from a static position high above the Moose River. Each episode begins with an unexplicated title card: SCP-7806 title card. Further updates to this file are pending, as largely unsuccessful attempts to sell the first forty-seven seasons of SCP-7806 have subsequently flooded the open market. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7806" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7806. Licensed under CC-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: AlisKnees.jpg Name: Ballerina Baby Bun Author: John Spade License: CC BY 2.0 Source: [flickr] Filename: Moosonee.jpg Name: Moosonee downtown aerial Author: 40rev License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: [Wikimedia Commons]
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SCP-7807 Byㅤ ESB2109 Published on 29 Dec 2023 23:51 close Info X SCP-7807: Operation Noble Arms Author: ESB2109 Notes: Hello! Welcome to SCP-7807, also known as "Operation Noble Arms". Before you read the ‘initial’ article, please keep in mind it includes spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. That is intentional. This is the second article in the HMAC Series, the first being SCP-7740. This article isn’t perfect, and will need improvement, but nonetheless I’m quite proud of if. Please, if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism. Please please put it in the discuss page or DM it to me. Thank you, and Enjoy! Please read before continuing ↑ Item#: 7807 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Circumscription Procedural Order: Divergence-7807 specimen are to be contained within 35x35x35cm polycarbonate containment units during capture, transportation and containment. Units are to be stored and contained at the Avis Storage Facility in Singapore, officially Commonwealth-Site-12. Units are to be well lit at all times. Reports of divergence-7807 specimens by any local or national authority is to be responded to with immediate effect, with operations led by SOG-1644 "Avian Flu" in conjunction with local authorities. The specimens must be fed once per day. The diet must consist of solely raw avian breast. The caretakers must never be seen by specimens, or they will be reminded of the outside world. Description: Divergence-7807 specimens are an anomaly resembling a "Treron vernans", referred to commonly as the "Pink-necked green pigeon". They differ as the specimens do not have bones, instead incredibly lightweight flesh fills to spaces. As a result, they are incredibly quick during flight and have been notoriously difficult to contain. Divergence-7807 was first recognised by Dr. Jack Armagh in 1912 in the Crown Colony of Labuan. Since identification, 237 separate accounts have been recorded, within Malaysia, Singapore, Brunei and Sri Lanka, during times as colonies and later independent states. Reports have also been made by the Dutch East Indies, and later the Indonesian Governments. Instances where Divergence-7807 has been seen in the wild, it often has been hostile to other species, including native and non-native species. It is indiscriminate on whom it attacks. Incident Report: 23/02/1999 Incident: Power Failure at Commonwealth-Site-12. 16 Divergences escaped containment as a result. Divergences became aggressive and used force against caretakers. 6 Caretakers terminated and 8 injured - 2 hospitalised & 6 treated for minor wounds. Action Taken: Caretakers issued L131A1 semi-automatic pistols and L74A1 "Remington 870" Pump-Action Shotguns. Containment cell doors no longer to be electrically powered. Biological Study of Divergence-7807: In 2007, Dr. Albert Victorious would be granted permission from Site Manager ██████████████ to perform a dissection on a specimen. In his study, Dr. Victorious would have the specimen terminated and dissected. He would come to the conclusion the "meaty bone", as described by Dr. Victorious is constantly decaying at rapid rates, which would be argued to be the cause for their constant hunger for more protein. File Maintenance - Login ID af84448520875d1019fb0ab4b0f887fa_1734915564 PASSWORD 309b714de7d15d5ae900987c0bb5cec6_1734915564 Login Logout To: VICE-CHAIRMAN T. EMPSON (tni.pcs.scihte|NOSPME.T#tni.pcs.scihte|NOSPME.T) From: REAR ADMIRAL O. PARKS (ku.dom.letni|skraP.aivilO#ku.dom.letni|skraP.aivilO) Subject: OPERATION NOBLE ARMS WARNING — THIS IS AN EXTERNAL EMAIL TO [SCP FOUNDATION, ETHICS COMMITTEE] . BE AWARE OF POTENTIAL MALWARE Good day, sir. I see you have found the operation files easily enough. Your friends over at the foundation and members of our organisation who do not need this file will struggle to find this hidden on a bullshitted file on pigeons. It is a very rudimentary file, but it's believable enough to convince anyone who stumbles across it. Now, to get to business - Operation Noble Arms. As was suggested by your committee, we have devised the plan which we can use to restore ethics to the SCP Foundation and bring protection to the citizens of the Commonwealth and beyond. This is a file that is supposed to be easily read by senior officials which are collaborating with the project, with SOG & MTF operatives, along with any other collaborators are to receive only the information they need to know. Please give it a read, and let me know what you think. The sooner, the better. God Save the King, Rear Admiral Olivia Parks, Special Operations Division Commander - His Majesty's Anomaly Service Item#: NOBLE ARMS Level5 Containment Class: necessary Secondary Class: ethical Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: vital link to memo The Cause: For much of the SCP Foundation's history, the Foundation has had 3 goals: Secure, Contain, Protect. The Founders aimed to do so as ethically and righteously as possible. But now it could be argued the foundation has deviated and abandoned these principles, turning into an unethical organisation. The Foundation's Class-D Personnel have been mistreated and abused, causing unnecessary deaths for the sake of science and amusement of other staff. The SCPF Ethics Committee has a goal to ensure the moral and ethical boundaries are being upheld, and protecting the foundation from itself, and its true horror. Despite this, their efforts have not been effective enough. Therefore, His Majesty's Anomaly Service, working in the interests of its Commonwealth citizens and the greater protection of humanity and ethics, has designated a plan, in conjunction with the Ethics Committee to restore morality to this corrupted organisation. This plan, is Operation Noble Arms. Plan Overview: On the morning of [UNDECIDED], a coalition of SCP Task Forces and HMAS Special Operation Groups will begin raids and mutinies at numerous SCPF Sites worldwide. This will include securing and utilising anomalies to our advantage to ensure victory. The operation will begin with Special Operation Group-221 beginning an ariel assault on SCP Site-44, attempting to secure the facility during nightfall. Utilising insider agents, site barracks and armouries will be sabotaged and destroyed. Once Site-44 is securely in the control of Ethics Committee and HMAS, raids will begin in various Cryptozoological sites and holding centres across the British Isles. Lord Rowan Douglas of Site-12 has pledged his security forces to securing Site-12. This, along with the site's low security otherwise should bring a swift detainment of senior site personnel. All documentation and research information found at Site-12 is to be repossessed and legally deemed property of His Majesty's Government and controlled by His Majesty's Anomaly Service. During the raids of SCPF facilities in the British Isles, His Majesty's Government, in conjunction with the Office of Communications (OFCOM) and British Telecom Group plc (BT) will perform operations to cut off British and Commonwealth SCPF Facilities from other facilities internationally. Once a majority of Facilities within the British Isles and Commonwealth are secured, major SCPF facilities in other nations will begin, Including facilities in the People's Republic of China, the Russian Federation and the United States of America. This will include Site-01 - Headquarters of the SCPF Overseer Council. It will be hoped this will be a rapid Coup d'état of the Overseer Council, and is hoped to have little bloodshed. The Overseer Council - Site-01: Site-01's location has been revealed by Agent Mince-Pie1. As a result, we will strike the heart of the Overseer Council (known colloquially as O5). Mobile Task Force Omega-1 "Law's Left Hand" will attempt to raid the site on behalf of the Ethics Committee. It is likely that the attempted seizure of the site will be met with heavy resistance from Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”). MTF-Omega-1 will be joined by Special Operations Group-473 to provide support and capture the site. This is expected to be a bloody and vicious battle, likely the fiercest resistance seen during the coup. In line with the rules of engagement and the goals of the Ethics Committee, members of the Overseer Council are to be captured and detained. Despite this, if members pose a risk of escape or jeopardy to the mission, they are to be terminated. Ethical Utilisation of Anomalies: During the overthrowing of the Overseer Council and loyalist elements, anomalous objects and entities will fall into hands of our coalition. MTF Forces and researchers specialising in anomalies will be encouraged with amnesty to continue their operations under Coalition command. Anomalous artefacts which can be used to our advantage will be utilised to ensure the securing of the Foundation into capable hands. SCP-1290 , for example, can be utilised for rapid transportation to Columbia and the rest of South America. SCP-1290-1 is located in Singapore, which will be secured by SOG-69, which is located in the Commonwealth Nation. International Relations: This operation will cause strains in the international community, between the United Nations Member States and various other intranational and international organisations, such as the Global Occult Coalition. All 56 sovereign states within the Commonwealth Nations have agreed to these operations and will commit political assistance and will provide reinforcements within their territories if necessary. Intelligence regarding the United Nations Global Occult Coalition has shown that they are likely to support our cause in the removal of the vicious and unethical Overseer authority. New Governance of the Foundation: At the presumed success off the Coup d'état, governance and management of the Foundation will be divided between the coalition of the Ethics Committee and His Majesty's Anomaly Service. The Interim Committee of Emergency Governance is to be established, made of representatives from collaborators from the former Foundation's departments & committees, along with members representing the Global Occult Coalition and His Majesty's Anomaly Service. A Final Message, to all participating forces: A short message, which will be broadcast to collaborating units of HMAS and Ethics Committee aligned forces. Written by Rear Admiral Olivia Parks. "Today is a day we put up a fight. We may have different reasons for why we will each put up our fight; perhaps it’s for our families blissfully unaware of our service, or for our brothers in arms who fell before us, it may be for King and Country, or it may even be common human decency. Whatever you may hold in you, you hold in your heart. It is your fuel, your flame. Let your flame burn together men; burn not just for a better foundation, but to also burn for humanity. If there truly is some omnipotent figure watching us, may they offer us strength and mercy for our ignited souls, so we may blaze in righteous glory!" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7807" by ESB2109, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7807. Licensed under CC-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. Codenamed to protect their identity.
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NOTICE: The following file is unreviewed by a senior containment specialist and may contain errors or inaccuracies. Please make use of the recommended safety protocols provided to you. Item #: SCP-81-7808-AC-1411 Special Containment Procedures: I have to keep it in any small containment cell that's free, preferably near my office. Remember to keep my hands covered while near the object. Containment of SCP-81-7808-AC-141 has been reassigned to Site Director Marshall Kombs. Rewritten containment procedures and description pending. Description: It's a small ring that is magnetically anomalously attracted to hands. Once it gets on you, it stabs several spines into your finger and starts to suck the life2 out of you. Currently attached to Audrey's hand in containment cell 81-A4, a floor above my office. (Logan Avers, Room 141 at Site 81.) Addendum: ADVISORY Hello, LOGAN AVERS, Following the excessive surge of anomalous phenomena worldwide, the Foundation has regretfully been forced to assign various low threat anomalies to qualifying staff members. As a Junior Researcher, you have been selected to document, catalog, keep track of, and contain a low-threat anomalous object. Please talk to your site's director for assignment and resources that you may need in containment. Thank you for assisting the Foundation's greater goal of safety and normalcy, and please remain updated as we attempt to maintain the Veil in these trying times. For more information, please call [NUMBER REMOVED]3 or talk to your quadrant's AI Construct (AIC). — Jonathan Bell, Director of Budget and Human Resources Terminal #141 ------ Welcome, Logan Avers! ------ Please enter password to continue. audreyaverslove Thank you! Please wait to be connected with your quadrant's AIC. Waiting List: You are currently the 8404th user in line. Estimated Wait Time: 4.6 days. If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and ask your fellow employees. Have a wonderful day! /priority Waiting List: You are currently the 2477th user in the priority queue. Estimated Wait Time: 22 hours. If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and dial [NUMBER REMOVED]. Have a wonderful day! please help me If you are in need of immediate help, please close the terminal and dial [NUMBER REMOVED]. /msg Site Director Marshall Kombs Paging . . . Marshall Kombs is busy at the moment. Leave a message? If you don't answer me, I'm coming to your office and killing you myself you fucking bastard. Message sent! View Response? /y Hi, Logan. You might think that I've forgotten about you, but I haven't. The automated response that was sent to you was completely insensitive out of context, and I can totally see how something like that being sent to you in such a time of loss may have been infuriating. I want you to know that in times like these, we don't always have the liberty to respond to every email manually - the issues that you're having are the same over here, just a few levels up. I've just authorized your transfer to a different anomaly, and optionally a new office and dormitory, all you have to do is message your current senior researcher for finalization. I'm sorry I can't handle things on my own, I'm swamped with work at the moment. I've sent flowers, but I can't guarantee when they'll get to your office. I promise I'll be thinking about you. Respectfully yours, - Marshall Kombs P.S - I'm letting this slide because I know that I'm partially responsible for what happened to you. You have a right to be angry, but please refrain from telling your superiors that you're going to kill them. Many of them aren't as understanding as I am. /msg S. Researcher Jacob Beere Paging . . . Hey, Logan. What's up? Jacob. I want to off this fucking anomaly, and I want three months leave. I can't get you three months leave, but I can get you reassigned, if you like. Why, what happened? It killed Audrey. …The ring? Yeah. It's pending reclassification from Safe to Euclid, but of course with the chaos going on around the site it's going to take a month. I'm sorry I couldn't have been more help. It's fine, Jacob. Thanks for being there. Did you message Kombs? Yeah. I actually got a response, which is rare. Told me to talk to you. Really rare. He's dealing with at least three hundred anomalies on his own, and overseeing about two thousand. He must feel terrible for assigning a Junior Researcher an object that wasn't safe. I'm guessing that the object's magnetic pull gets stronger over time. We woke up one morning with a hole in our ceiling and a ring on her finger. After that, it was just a matter of days before she bled out. Did you try cutting off the hand? … Logan, what happened? I requisitioned a saw from the medical department, but they were so backed up they couldn't deliver our request. So, we got the biggest, heaviest metal door we could find, and slammed it on her hand over and over again until it got mangled to the point we could pull it off. Did it work? … it went to the other hand almost immediately. Footnotes 1. Assigned to Junior Researcher Logan Avers, Employee I.D. 81/141 2. Marrow? Blood? 3. Number removed due to insufficient staffing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7808" by notoriouss, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7808. Licensed under CC-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-7809 upon resurfacing. Item #: SCP-7809 Special Containment Procedures: A remote surveillance system monitors SCP-7809's containment cell. Observations must use SCP-7809's original support barge, currently moored in the Chesapeake Bay Foundation Dockyard. Turning on the lights while inside the vessel is forbidden. Description: SCP-7809 is a spherical submersible, with the word "BENTHOSPHERE" written on its side. The submersible possesses two entrance hatches, ten viewports, a depth gauge, a barometer, and a set of quartz iodide lights for exterior illumination. Upon Foundation discovery, the vessel also contained a dented tin of Utz potato chips, several marine biology reference books, a snapped pencil, and a piece of paper inscribed with the English alphabet. Upon reaching a depth of 200 meters in water, individuals inside SCP-7809 report unidentified flora, fauna, and geologic formations in the surrounding area through the viewports, misaligning with the vessel's actual surroundings. Those who leave SCP-7809 through the bottom hatch find no observed anomalies outside the vessel. Foundation personnel recovered SCP-7809 from the Tangier Sound in Maryland and Virginia, attached to the winch of an abandoned support barge ("The Bouquet"). At the time of containment, SCP-7809 was submerged. Maintenance staff repaired a locking deficiency on SCP-7809's bottom hatch for testing purposes. Addendum 7809.1: Observation Log Log Number Observation Image Event 7809.2 An unseen light source faintly illuminates a viewport. An organism resembling a Regalecus glesne (giant oarfish) floats slowly by, bearing a ribbon-like shape and an orange dorsal fin. The fish continues gliding in front of the viewport, measuring 20 meters in length. The organism's tailfin forks into two ends, which then fork themselves in two, and so on, until the body terminates with a sixty-four-pronged tail, with a small flame burning on each end. Event 7809.5 A small anchor starts faintly glowing in the distance, lying on the seafloor and illuminating several fish surrounding the object. A mammalian organism resembling a Platanista gangetica (Ganges river dolphin), bearing an abnormal hook-shaped dorsal fin, approaches the object and swims circles around it, occasionally bumping into it. After ten circles around, the dolphin darts towards the anchor and swallows it whole. The anchor deforms the dolphin's body from the inside, tearing its skin and glowing from within. While the dolphin chokes and struggles with the object in its stomach, the anchor stops glowing. Event 7809.26 A leafless tree stands on the seafloor, its roots twisting in the sand. A small fire burns in its hollow. After ten minutes, an equine organism suddenly jumps from the flame, followed by two identical others. The horses bear leaf-like protrusions resembling those of Phycodurus eques (leafy seadragon), their coats green and slick. They prance around the tree, jumping and dancing, while the fire grows. Over twenty minutes, the flame escapes the hollow and consumes the tree. Ashes rise from the branches as the horses dance around the inferno, growing wilder in movement. At thirty minutes, all horses take a sharp turn, aim for the tree, and jump straight into the fire. The fire roars a final time and extinguishes itself. Event 7809.17 A match strikes, the unseen holder swirling the flame around a small wooden table holding a cake. They wear white gloves. The holder delicately lights a candle on the cake with the match, before taking the candle to their face. The flame reveals a figure in circus clown make-up, breathing in through a hookah air device. They put a finger to their lips before blowing out the candle. Event 7809.11 The fog lights of a sunken iron ship flicker in the distance. Giant crustacean organisms resembling Macrocheira kaempferi (Japanese spider crab) swarm and feast on the ruins; the ship seemingly consists of a fleshy, slightly pulsating material. An organic structure resembling a whale's heart tumbles from the decayed hull. A metallic grinding sound emanates from the ship before the fog lights go out. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7809" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7809. Licensed under CC-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: benthosphere.jpg Name: (if different from filename) Author: United States. National Marine Fisheries Service; U. S. Fish and Wildlife Service; United States. 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FEATHERS THAT EAT THE SKY WREATHED IN FLAMES, SWIRLS WITHIN SWIRLS. PRAISE BE TO DOLAND. MAY SHE EVER GRANT US APPROVAL. Image on SCP-7810's Cover. Approved by our grace and savior Doland. Item #: SCP-7810 Special Containment Procedures: Additional copies of SCP-7810 are to be confiscated and contents photographed upon discovery. Personnel handling SCP-7810 are prohibited from reading its contents, except with testing pre-approval. Entities E-7810-01 through -174 are to be contained in habitats containing sufficient terrestial and aquatic ecosystems appropriate for their species. During testing, SCP-7810's 175th chapter is forbidden from being read. Should HK-E-7810-14 be realized, she must be praised immediately. Individuals who summoned HK-E-7810-14 must be relocated to the nearest body of water. Description: As of March 15th, 2028, SCP-7810 is a 175 chapter non-fiction book, published in 1800 CE titled "Ducks. Ducks? Geese? GEESE! SWANS!?!?" subtitled "A Guide to the Featherly Host and How to Survive". SCP-7810 is credited to Drake M. Gosling1 and published by Mallard Books, a supposed subsidiary of Penguin Books.2 Seventy copies of SCP-7810 have been discovered by the Department of Acquisition and Liquidation as of March 15th 2028 in 58 different major and regional languages and dialects. 174 of SCP-7810's chapters are dedicated to the documentation of all 174 extant species of the bird family Anatidae, referred to frequently as members of 'The Holy Fowl', 'The Featherly Host', and 'The Celestial Feathered Ones'. Descriptions of each species matches baseline physical characteristics, with the exception of height and weight. Behavior, environmental, and psychological descriptions of each species are anomalous. Upon reading a chapter of SCP-7810, the species described within will manifest into baseline reality. These entities are thus labeled as E-7810-01 through 174, with the second number indicating which chapter of SCP-7810 triggered their manifestation.3 Each recovered instance of SCP-7810 has slight variations to its chapters, theorized to be a result of cultural drift, local folklore, and anomalous circumstances. Additionally, each chapter is written with a different voice and style than the chapter that preceded it. Partial transcriptions of SCP-7810 do not retain their anomalous properties. The final chapter of SCP-7810 contains a passage that ends with a seemingly random number that has decreased since the anomaly was first discovered. In 1958 when first identified, this number was at 42. As of 04/02/2028 it is at 25. As of 04/08/2028 SCP-7810 exhibits a low level memetic effect on associated documentation over time, primarily affecting ancillary documentation and image captions. The reasons for this are unknown.4 +Manifestation Log ML-7810-01 Credentials accepted Manifestation Log ML-7810-01 The following materials consist of notable E-7810-XXX entities which have been manifested either by accident or during experimental procedures. Only some of the listed entries originate from the same books. Additional entries are available upon request. Non-anomalous Aix sponsa. Beauty carved in Doland's image. E-7810-01. Always watching, always loving, Doland's finest servants. Entity #: E-7810-001 Name: Wood Duck (Aix sponsa) Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Promise5 Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous Aix sponsa. 0.5 m in length, 0.6 kg in weight. Manifestation: Upon manifestation E-7810-001 was identified as being composed of Oak timber in the shape and size of a normal Aix sponsa. Entity initially marked as inanimate. When not being observed, researchers reported ‘quacking’ and ruffling of feathers. When placed on water, E-7810-001 proceeded to float despite being denser than the water it sat on. E-7810-001 was placed in a standard containment habitat for anomalous waterfowl. Multiple reports of missing personal items have been resolved by investigating E-7810-001’s habitat. E-7810-005. Entity #: E-7810-005 Name: Northern Shoveler (Spatula clypeata)6 Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Trickery7 Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous Spatula clypeata. 0.4 cm in length, 0.6 kg in weight. Manifestation: Upon reading E-7810-005’s chapter, five Domestic pigeons materialized.8 Rigorous testing and examination determined them to be non-anomalous. E-7810-010 shortly after materialization. Entity #: E-7810-010 Name: Muscovy Drake (Cairina moschata)9 Book Classification: Celestial Fowl, Doland’s Benevolence Chapter Summary: Chapter 10 of SCP-7810 describes E-7810-010 as resembling the Muscovy Duck in appearance, consigning them to being representative of Slavic depictions of drakes being up to 10 meters long, 5 meters tall, and with a wingspan of up to 16 meters in width. Behavior is described as highly aggressive, exemplifying the ability to breathe concentrated cones of fire, lightning, or ice across several editions of SCP-7810. Manifestation: E-7810-010 was manifested under highly controlled conditions, MTF PSI-32 "Birds of a Feather" were on standby to neutralize it should it break free of its containment facilities. E-7810-010 manifested and was noted to be the size of a large dog, and exhibited playful, friendly, and curious behavior. No signs of elemental projectile breath blasts were detected. E-7810-010 was transferred to a light containment habitat. A normal Branta canadensis preparing to assault a human stronghold. An operation sanctioned by the holy Doland, may Her grace guide us to victory. Entity #: E-7810-021 Name: Canada Goose (Branta canadensis)10 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Annoyance11 Chapter Summary: Matches baseline characteristics of Branta canadensis. 1 meter in length, 9.8 kg in weight. Chapter illustrations depict each E-7810-021 instance wearing ill fitting, tourist clothing. Manifestation: Site-116 lost contact with the containment unit where E-7810-021 was being manifested. Further investigation by MTF PSI-32 “Birds of a Feather” discovered an intact Boeing 747 manifested both inside, and outside of the containment unit, including the control room, fusing with the material of the containment unit walls, surrounding hallways, the control room, and any individuals within the spatial path of the plane. Upon clearing access to the containment unit and cutting through to the interior of the plane, responding agents discovered the plane was filled with E-7810-021 and their droppings. Rendition of a non-anomalous Salvadorina waigiuensis moments before disappearing into the brush. Dr. Anseriform with E-7810-042 perched on her head. Entity #: E-7810-042 Name: Salvadori's teal (Salvadorina waigiuensis)12 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Infiltrator13 Chapter Summary: Matches baseline characteristics of the Salvadorina waigiuensis. Behaviorally described as very elusive and difficult to find. 0.4 cm in length, 0.35 kg in weight. Manifestation: E-7810-042 was manifested in a secluded habitat where it promptly flew up and perched upon Dr. Anseriform’s head. Dr. Anseriform claimed there was not a duck on their head. All other researchers present confirmed that E-7810-042 was indeed perched on her head. Attempts to remove E-7810-042 resulted in the duck spontaneously returning to its perch after random durations. Reality anchors failed to prevent its return. Non-anomalous Mallard. Entity #: E-7810-066 Name: Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos)14 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Gamblers15 Chapter Summary: Baseline physical characteristics match non-anomalous Anas platyrhynchos. Behavioral traits have wide variations between recovered instances of SCP-7810. 0.58 cm in length, 1 kg in weight. Manifestation: Researchers catalyzed the manifestation of E-7810-066 in a controlled pond habitat. Three E-7810-066 entities manifested, along with a round wooden poker table, and 3 empty chairs. Each E-7810-066 entity was wearing checkerboard pattern shirts, formal slacks, 1950’s style blazers hanging off the chairs, and were wearing period appropriate hats. E-7810-066 entities turned and looked at present researchers until all three joined them at the table. The largest Mallard proceeded to shuffle and distribute cards via regurgitation, leaving the cards covered in mucus and digestive secretions. Researchers proceeded to play 10 rounds of Texas Hold’em. Non-anomalous Cygnus buccinator in its native habitat. Its song lifting higher, gracing our Grace's ever feathery ears. Blessed be we to sing for Doland. Entity #: E-7810-079 Name: Trumpeter Swan (Cygnus buccinator)16 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Muse17 Chapter Summary: Matches non-anomalous characteristics of a Cygnus buccinator. Behavior deviates from baseline reality, described as “constantly creating music”. 1.5 m in Length, 11 kg in weight. Manifestation: Upon manifesting, E-7810-079 was noted to have a fully functional trumpet in the place of its head. It proceeded to play a number of compositions, with portions of the trumpets sound producing mechanisms moving to accommodate changes in pitch. Despite its trumpet head, all sounds emitted were confirmed to be normal swan vocalizations. E-7810-102 shortly after doffing it's armor, inquiring about the state of remaining Carthaginian forces. Entity #: E-7810-105 Name: Roman Goose (Anser cygnoides)18 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Soldier19 Chapter Summary: Appearance is closely aligned with non-anomalous Anser cygnoides, however the entities depicted and described by SCP-7810 are much larger than normal geese, standing as tall as an average human. Behaviorally, E-7810-105 is described as being highly disciplined and organized, capable of functionally forming combat units. Manifestation: E-7810-105 manifestation was catalyzed, whereupon a unit of 100 individuals materialized. All entities manifested wearing Lorica Segmentata, and wielding weapons consistent with those used by Roman Legionaries in the Early Roman Republic. A single individual wearing Centurian Regalia addressed present researchers, asking how far it was to Carthage. When told that Carthage was razed to the ground and the earth salted, the centurion expressed disappointment at missing the opportunity to join. Requests for habitat upgrades to contain humanoid entities has been approved. Non-anomalous Aythya valisineria preening. Doland spoke of your downtrodden, your disaffected, your young and your poor! And she said let them come, let them find new meaning and life with me. Entity #: E-7810-11220 Name: Canvasback Duck (Aythya valisineria)21 Book Classification: Angelic Fowl, Doland’s Greasers Chapter Summary: Baseline physical characteristics match non-anomalous Aythya valisineria. Behavioral traits deviated substantially, described as 'cliquish disaffected youths gathering to protect what they stand for'. Illustrations throughout the chapter depict E-7810-112 as possessing feathered hair with a glossy luster. Manifestation: Manifestation of E-7810-112 resulted in low level reality bending transforming the woodland containment habitat into an Urban Street Alley containing a chainlink fence. E-7810-112 individuals were wearing black leather jackets and white t-shirts. Upon noticing Foundation personnel, the entities began aggressively snapping and walking towards the researchers, pulling out switchblade knives, while singing “You’re the One That I Want” by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Security agents managed to subdue E-7810-112 preventing any casualties. E-7810-172 exhibiting multiple aggression warnings shortly before releasing it's projectile breath. Entity #: E-7810-172 Name: Cotton Pygmy Drake (Nettapus coromandelianus)22 Book Classification: ArchFowl, Doland’s Favored23 Chapter Summary: Indistinguishable from non-anomalous Nettapus coromandelianus. 0.2 cm in length and 0.16 kg in weight. Manifestation: E-7810-172 was manifested into a light containment habitat. Upon materialization, researchers attempted to take measurements, at which point the lone individual dispensed a cone of pure lightning, instantly vaporizing 2 of the 3 attending researchers. It proceeded to eviscerate and remove the remaining researchers’ limbs, before breaching containment. MTF PSI-32 “Birds of a Feather” were deployed, but not before an additional 15 personnel were killed. E-7810-172 could not be subdued with conventional weaponry, and a prototype Omega-15 Atomic Disseminator had to be deployed to neutralize the entity, resulting in severe damage to a quarter of the East Containment Wing of Site-116. Last image of E-7810-173's manifestation prior to incident I-7810-05. Doland spoke, and she sang, with a voice of the finest swans. And She sang of your disaffected, your poor, your young and old. Come! She sang, Let them Come! For all shall be welcome and sheltered among the breast of feathers! None shall be left to the merciless world! Entity #: E-7810-173 Name: Black Swan (Cygnus atratus)24 Book Classification: ArchFowl, Doland’s Mercy25 Chapter Summary: [REDACTED] Manifestation: E-7810-173 was manifested into Site-116 in a heavy containment chamber. Site Command lost contact with the Eastern Containment Wing five minutes after manifestation. Site black box activated 10 minutes after manifestation. Communications blackout began at 15 minutes after manifestation. Onsite nuclear warhead primed at 20 minutes post manifestation. Site-116 nuclear warhead detonated 30 minutes after manifestation. Recovery and analysis of Site 116’s black box contained a 30 minute recording of increasingly choral chants of “Oh Doland be praised. Oh Doland may she ever approve. Oh, Doland Higher!” resembling Gregorian chants. Further experiments with E-7810-173 are suspended as of 04/08/2023. Be Not Afraid Entity #: E-7810-174 Name: Tundra Swan (Cygnus columbianus)26 Book Classification: ArchFowl. Doland’s Right Hand Chapter Summary: [WARNING: COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED] WHEELS WITHIN WHEELS, EYES WITHIN EYES, FEATHERS THAT EAT THE SKY WREATHED IN FLAMES, SWIRLS WITHIN SWIRLS. PRAISE BE TO DOLAND. MAY SHE EVER GRANT US APPROVAL. Manifestation: AND LO SHE SPOKE TO HER, HER MISTRESS ON HIGH, HER LOWEST RIGHT HAND. AND SHE UNDERSTOOD. AND SHE CAME BEFORE THEM, BEFORE THE MANY, BEFORE THE SORROWFUL. BEFORE THE WHITE COATS IN FORTRESSES OF METAL AND STONE. AND THEY TREMBLED. AND SHE TREMBLED. AND HER VOICE RAISED, THE LIGHT OF HER FEATHERS CONSUMING THE SKY. "PRAISE BE UNTO DOLAND, PRAISE BE UNTO HER FOR I HAVE COME. DO NOT BE AFRAID MORTALS FOR I AM YOUR SALVATION!" AND THEY COWERED AND FEARED UNTIL THE GENTLE WARMTH OF RAYS SHONE ACROSS THEIR BROWS. AND THEY KNEW PEACE. AND THEY RAISED THEIR ARMS HIGH AND SANG IN ONE VOICE. "HIGHER OH DOLAND! HIGHER BE THY PRAISE. RAISE US HIGHER OH HIGHER!" AND SO THEY ROSE INTO FEATHERY PLUMES. Addendum HK-E-014 Chapter 175 of SCP-7810 deviates substantially from the rest of the book, and is dedicated to an HK class entity27, designated HK-E-014, known as Doland. HK-E-014's baseline description is given in the excerpt below: For lo she is a grandiose queen, with green feathery hair, possesses the voice, wings, and ferocity of a swan, and the aggressiveness of a goose. She is Mother goose, Queen of the Mallards, Baroness of the pond. Our Savior, our Goddess, Doland be praised! May Doland ever approve us! Upon reading Chapter 175 of SCP-7810 mentally or aloud, HK-E-014 will manifest in reality. Any individual within visual line of sight who fails to praise HK-E-014 in a substantial way are slowly transformed into a random member of the Anatidae family over the course of 5-7 days.28 The individual responsible for bringing HK-E-014 into reality will be immediately immobilized, unable to move from their current location, and subsequently embraced in HK-E-014's wings. Upon release, the target individual will have been transformed into a new E-7810-XXX and an additional chapter added to SCP-7810. Footnotes 1. Foundation historians were able to identify 15 Drake M. Goslings and one Ryan Gosling, none of whom can be traced to SCP-7810. 2. Penguin Books was founded in 1935. 3. Doland be praised. 4. Doland approved. 5. And she made a promise to all, that they would be remade in her image. And whence they were, she was glad and they were glad. 6. Those who knew wrote of her roguery, her playfulness even in the dark of her forgotten rine. 7. For thence did she call to all her rascals, and even those of other times knew of whom they were called. 8. Doland laughed. 9. But in the blackest of pits She did not yield to the fowlest of intentions. No, Her love for all burned strong in the piercing pitch of the abyss. 10. "For even those in their most wayward hours must be aided!" She said unto us. We listened, oh how we listened! 11. Oh how we cried as we fell backwards onto our knees! For how many had we left to the wayside in all our travels! But lo, She forgave! Oh how She forgave! And sought to bring us home! 12. "And thou whilst never know fear!" She proclaimed to the flock. 13. "For when cataclysm threatens you shall find reprieve! For Doland's blessing are many! Hark, look upon the thy companion perched on yonder head! No? Yes that is perfection for she cannot be seen! Rejoice! Rejoice!" 14. Doland threw the dice. 15. "For all shall know the greatest joys in life. For money shall be no object, nothing but a vanity of well tidings. And with it you shall make plenty among the humans, and their flock. And therein you will spread my word!" 16. Doland approved. 17. "And all shall know the beauty of our siren's song. And to their souls we shall cry, and we shall sing, of the glory of feather perches on high." 18. And they slew and desecrated Her favorite child. Many perished against their hardened steel. Their blades cold with the icey winds of towering peaks as they swam from the coldest skies unto the fertile lands. They burned and slew. So many lost. So many lost. 19. And Her response was swift and terrible. "Lo!" She cried to the people from the heavens "You shall avenge me for thou arts sons of Rome. LET CARTHAGE BURN. LET THE EARTH BE SALTED. NEVER AGAIN SHALL SHE LAY HANDS UPON MY CHILD." 20. Doland snapped. 21. AND SO THEY CAME. IN THOSE DESPERATE HOURS WHEN ALL HOPE WAS BLEAK. THEY SANG TO HER, AND DOLANDS SONG GREETED THEM. THE TRAGEDY OF THEIR YOUTHS, THE PLUNGES FROM BUILDINGS AS SWEEPING EXCHANGES OF MEANINGLESS LINES ROLLED DOWN UPON THEM. HARK TO ME. HARK TO ME CHILDREN OF MANN, SO YOU SHALL BE WELCOME AND NONE SHALL SUFFER. 22. Doland awwed. 23. And so she remade a special love in her long lost's image. And so she ensured none would dare try again. 24. Doland ruffled with rage! 25. AND WHEN THEY STRUCK DOWN THAT BEAUTIFUL CREATION SHE CRIED OUT. OH HOW SHE WEPT. BUT NOT OUT OF MALICE DID THEY STRIKE BUT FEAR. AND SHE PROCLAIMED "MERCY MERCY! FOR MY CHILD! FOR THE CHILDREN OF MAN. YOU SHALL KNOW MY LOVE, AND YOUR SINS BE TAKEN. COME TO ME MY CHILDREN. LET US DISPENSE WITH THIS DISTRACTION YOU AND I." 26. Doland swooned. 27. Deific Class Subjugation Entity. 28. Doland disapproved. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7810" by DrBleep, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7810. Licensed under CC-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: Mallard_Duck_wings.jpg Name: Mallard Duck wings.jpg Author: Deepak Sundar License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Wood_Duck1.jpg Name: Male Aix sponsa portrait.jpg Author: Francis C. 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Item-#: 7811 Interior of SCP-7811, believed to have been taken past the "Redwood Room". Special Containment Procedures: Access to SCP-7811 has been blocked off to civilians. A base camp under purview of the Department of Geology has been established for the purpose of research and testing. Manned expeditions into SCP-7811 are currently suspended pending Incident-7811-2004, however, explorations utilizing remote-controlled devices are still permitted with Level 3 approval or higher. Description: SCP-7811 is the designation for a subterranean limestone cavern complex located approximately 60 kilometers west of Loxahatchee, Florida. The portal is conspicuously elevated from the surrounding wetlands by 3 meters, uncharacteristic for formations in the region. From the portal, the primary tunnel slopes relatively gently (~1:20) until terminating in a large central cavern. There are at least four primary tunnel systems1 branching off from the central cavern (dubbed the "White Foyer") that are conventionally traversible2 by human adults. Despite the geological environment in southern Florida generally discouraging the development of dry caves, SCP-7811 is not currently known3 to contain any submerged portions, and is entirely traversible by foot. Occasional flooding has been known to occur during regional storms and rainfall, however, this has generally been constrained to amounts significantly lower than would be expected from a wetland basin. Expeditionary attempts to map SCP-7811's reaches have been consistently limited by its anomalous effects. SCP-7811's primary portal. SCP-7811 appears to be the source of a strong pervasive cognitohazardous or ontokinetic influence. Sapient subjects exposed to SCP-7811 will experience a gradual loss of ability to perceive and/or synthesize meaning from their immediate environment. This effect begins to present itself upon exposure to the portal, and progressively intensifies as subjects venture deeper into SCP-7811. Each of the four primary tunnel networks within SCP-7811 appear to harbor a threshold in which the anomalous interference effectively prohibits further exploration. After crossing this threshold, the subject becomes unable to derive meaning4 or interpret sensory information from its direct environment, experiencing cognition completely severed from stimuli. The presentation of this can vary, however, the vast majority of personnel who reach this threshold are unable to be recovered, as they are incapable of responding to communication attempts, and will frequently venture further into the cave, or suffer from accidents5 related to their severed perception. Discovery: SCP-7811's anomalous nature was noticed by the Foundation after unusual circumstances surrounding a missing person case in the area began receiving significant local media attention. Aspects of the findings indicated possible anomalous activity, thus leading to Foundation intervention and containment. On 05-11-1977, John Wilkerson, age 17, reported his older brother, Walt Wilkerson, missing. The initial report to Indiantown's police department was sparse enough to prompt local authorities to contact the two brothers' parents, Susette and George Wilkerson6. Mrs. Wilkerson informed the police that John and Walt had been camping over the last few days, which had been omitted by John, prompting an investigation. It was also during a second interview that Mrs. Wilkerson disclosed that John and Walt had gotten into an argument, believed by Susette to be about John's girlfriend. John had proposed the camping trip to Walt to settle their differences. Police investigation into the campgrounds the brothers supposedly stayed at prompted suspicions of foul play, which was further substantiated by John's "cagey" and "inconsistent" testimonials. Investigators discovered a T-shirt identified as having belonged to Walt near SCP-7811, after which John admitted to having gone spelunking with his brother there during the trip. On 08-23-1977, ten days after his 18th birthday, murder charges were levied against John Wilkerson. Indiantown detective Harry Sandino produced a confession from John detailing his supposed stabbing and disposing of his brother into the cave, with the motive stated as being due to the alleged affair between Walt and John's girlfriend. A party of 2 veteran spelunkers and 2 police detectives were tasked with entering the largely unknown cave and recovering Walt's body from its alleged dumping ground. It was widely believed at the time that Walt's body would not have been dumped far into the system, due to John's relative inexperience with caving. The initial investigatory team failed to return for their 8 hour checkpoint. An additional 24 hour window was opened, which also resulted in no contact met. An extra search team of 3 experienced cave explorers were sent. This team also failed to return within the initial 8 hour checkpoint window. After 16 hours, indistinct human vocalizations were heard emanating loudly from within SCP-7811, however, after this occurrence, no further contact was heard from either of the teams. As news of the investigation gone awry reached local newspapers, the Foundation was alerted and established a presence in Indiantown, subsequently moving to conduct investigations into possible anomalous activity. The murder charges against John Wilkerson were later dropped, as The Wilkerson's legal team successfully argued that John's confession was made under duress, and with inappropriate coercion from Detective Sandino. Local speleological archives indicated SCP-7811 was first discovered as "Wishbone Caverns" by amateur speleologist Wilson Lytle, in 1911. Lytle appeared to have been involved in several low-profile cave societies in Martin County in the early 1900s. In recovered writings, Lytle made five expeditions to SCP-7811, the first of which was prompted by information he had received from cavers based in Belle Glade. Formerly "Martin County Caver's Club" of which Wilson Lytle was a member and patron. Lytle made the trip with a team of four: Andrew Reichenbach, Richard Howell, Carlos Gonzalo, and himself. Lytle noted the initial expedition was fraught with erratic behavior from his teammates. The situation continuously deteriorated until Lytle was separated from the three men at a point in Tunnel A he described as "The Dining Room", and he was unable to re-establish contact with them. While retracing his way out of the cave, he was able to hear what sounded like human vocalizations, but he had determined that they had to have been originating much further into the cave than he had supplies to safely reach. He made the decision to return to the surface for additional manpower, and attempt to recover his three lost men. He returned the next day with a local Seminole speleologist, and returned to the cave. After reaching the portal to the Dining Room, Lytle wrote that the attending Seminole expressed an unwillingness to venture deeper. There was some argument, however, sensing the resolution, Lytle opted to continue sans accompaniment. The remainder of the expedition was not recalled until the point Lytle had left the cave, with Lytle concluding that the three men had "Committed the most idiotic of suicides." Subsequent expeditions primarily focused on crawlspaces within the cave, with Lytle's descriptions of "The Beehive" being the most extensive on file to date. Attempts to reach the large space described by Lytle as the "Redwood Room" have been unsuccessful. Based on Lytle's writings, it is believed he was unaffected by SCP-7811's anomalous properties. Lytle's final expedition of SCP-7811 was in 1918, and was notable for being his only solo expedition of the cave. He wrote little of the endeavor, only noting that he had "found another big one" through a crawl space in the Redwood Room. Wilson Lytle ceased speleological activities in 1920, following a conversion to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Little of his writings are known to survive today, despite his extensive involvement in South Floridian amateur speleology societies. It is unknown when he died. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-8031 • SCP-7783 • SCP-8010 • SCP-8332 • SCP-7541 • SCP-8105 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-7419 • SCP-3169 • SPHERE • SCP-7575 • SCP-6541 • SCP-7471 • SCP-8465 • SCP-7151 • Tales/GoI Formats Other SCP-POUF • Fear of Death • Footnotes 1. Tunnel A, B, C, and D. Tunnels B and C are most extensively explored, and generally feature less anomalous interference, thus making them safer for manned expeditions. Tunnel D is the most recently discovered of the four, having been opened up by minor geological collapses in 1997. It consists largely of vertical shafts, and is inhospitable to manned exploration. Tunnel A is the oldest of the main tunnel networks, and is subject to the most intense anomalous activity in its lower reaches. Expeditions are considered exceptionally risky. 2. A fifth tunnel, "The Beehive", has been partially explored on three occasions by the cave's discoverer, Wilson Lytle. The tunnel is extremely narrow and SCP-7811's anomalous effects are generally much more severe within; It primarily consists of a combination of crawlspaces, and near-vertical shafts allegedly spanning several kilometers into the system. 3. Lytle claimed in his written works about the cave that "The Beehive" meandered until eventually reaching a large cavern he estimated was three to four times the size of the "White Foyer". As subsequent expeditions have failed to venture past the "Choke Point" within the route, this claim has not been verified. 4. Post-expedition interviews with subjects who have been recovered past this point describe the experience as similar to descriptions of Semantic Variant Frontotemporal Aphasia. 5. Including falling further into the cave due to erratic movement, or self inflicted injuries due to inability to properly use equipment on hand. 6. Mr. Wilkerson was involved in the management of the Circle T Ranch during the 60s, and had recently turned towards land development in Martin County.
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Special Containment Procedures: Medical databases and treatment centers worldwide will be monitored for any incidence of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome. Individuals showing symptomology of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome are to be administered invitro Class-A amnestics until the affected individual has exhibited a complete loss of self. Despite the extreme nature of these procedures, they have shown to be the only bulwark against the expansion of SCP-7812 and thus, the Ethics Committee has unanimously approved the procedures. Alternative containment procedures are being researched and will be amended at such time as a less invasive measure can be found to contain the expansion of SCP-7812. All attempts are to be made to either contain or neutralize SCP-7812-A, using whatever means necessary. “All I am is saying is you’d be dead if I hadn’t shown up.” “I didn’t ask for your help, Marquez.” “So, because you didn’t ask for help, I was supposed to leave you on that rooftop?” “She was already leaving when you showed up.” “And if she hadn’t, I would have stepped in.” “Why didn’t you step in a little earlier? Then maybe we could be free of this bitch.” “Make up your mind, did you want me to help or not?” Rebekah Douglas stood from the cracked leather sofa she was sitting on and walked towards a window. She was still groggy from whatever the Daevite had done to her. They were in a dusty office building, overlooking an abandoned business park. Desks and chairs filled the hall outside, piled up on one another, pushed to the side to allow for some egress from the maze. “Where the hell did you bring me?” “We’re on the outskirts of Berlin. I own this building.” “You’re a slum lord?” “It’s been unused for a few years, thought it might be a good place to hole up while we figured out our next move.” “Why didn’t you just deliver me to the Foundation people that were right there?” “If we’re going to kill the Matriarch, we can’t bloody well do it with them looking over our shoulder.” Rebekah laughed and turned back to the anomalous man who had effectively kidnapped her. “We? We’re going to kill the Matriarch. I thought you were working with Varga, made a deal with the Foundation and everything.” “They want to contain her. Put her in a box somewhere and study her. I know all I need to about her and her people. Enough to know she needs to die. Do you need to know more?” Rebekah looked down at her boots. She touched the athame lying on the couch next to where she had been. “I know enough.” Description: SCP-7812 is a colossal extrocorporeal infestation in an adjacent reality forming a metaphysical abscess bleeding through a punctum into this reality’s noösphere.1 The breach point of SCP-7812 is centered around the area of the noösphere provisionally classified as the famis occulta.2 Fehn cognitoscope in cross section. Expansion of SCP-7812 has grown steadily ever since observation of the anomaly began.3 The rate of expansion has slowed now that Foundation forces have begun containment operations, but not ceased entirely. The danger of SCP-7812’s expansion is that it can theoretically consume and assimilate the conceptual human understanding of nourishment/consumption, including abstract derivations of the ideatic concept. Given the symptomology of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, continuing expansion would have devastating effects on human society in unpredictable ways. A series of anomalous effects in baseline reality have been traced to SCP-7812: Widespread decrease in empathy presented in media – particularly a focus on psychopathic or villainous protagonists, often bordering on obsession with serial killers and true crime. Rapid degradation of critical thinking concerning the legal and moral consequences of business practices on a societal level. Culebra-Simmons Syndrome [See below] Despite its discovery in early October 1993, noöspherical analysis has discovered that the anomaly first made contact with this reality in 1957 and has been expanding ever since. The first examples of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome had been present without Foundation knowledge since 1991, however. SCP-7812-A is the individual formerly known as ███████ ███████, patient zero and primary vector for Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, and a 31-year-old female former Foundation employee. “Hold on, why the hell are you helping me?” Rebekah asked. She opened a bottle of mineral water and took a swig. They had moved away from the office into a conference room Euboea had turned into a kitchen of sorts, with burner plate and minifridge. “That’s a complicated subject.” “We have time.” Euboea sighed and sat at the conference table, folding his hands over his stomach. “For one thing, you seem to be the only one of your organization interested in killing her. Containment does not shield my people from harm. We need her gone.” “Aren’t many of your people working with Varga now?” “Some, but that hardly changes anything. Anyone I have touched is her target, as you saw in the desert.” “I don’t want to talk about that. I fucked everything up.” “Maybe Captain Zadeh would have died that day without your actions, it was a dangerous event.” “Maybe. But I’m not letting myself off the hook that easy.” He smiled sadly. “I understand.” “So why else?” He sighed again. “I feel responsible for you, for your predicament.” “What happened in that other world?” “I’m sure my tinkering with your consciousness when we first met left your defenses down.” “Right, thanks again for that.” He was silent for a moment and went to the fridge to withdraw a plastic container with soup. He took out a pan and emptied the contents into it and started the burner. He began to stir the contents with a wooden spoon. “Why does the Matriarch have beef with you?” “Several millennia ago, my Father destroyed her civilization. Or at least, provided a final stroke in the killing blow that history and various other power struggles had started. The Daevites were strong for a very long time, thousands of years really. But eventually, they began to weaken. Rebellions from the Nälkän people, competing nation states, and honestly, they were an evolutionary dead end. They spent so much time preserving their life, they failed to innovate. You’ve seen how she uses the same tactics in multiple conflicts? Overwhelm with numbers. That’s what they did so often in the end. Slave armies made up of conquered peoples and thaumaturgic constructs. And that’s what she tried when my Father created a stronghold in her territory.” “The tower in Russia.” He stirred as he nodded. “Her forces surprised us and ravaged the stronghold. All the work we had done there was lost.” “Looked like a goddamn torture gallery.” “No, not torture. We were making new people, new life forms. Trying to elevate mankind.” “Fucked up way to go about that. Making monsters.” “They weren’t monsters, but it’s not important enough to debate about. We wanted… well, he wanted to elevate men, to better survive the anomalous, the magical. Human beings are incredibly vulnerable and despite all the work the Foundation has done to hide away the horrors, this is still a very dangerous world.” “Where did he come from?” “I don’t know the details really, He didn’t confide in me so much as order me around, but they are a wandering species. System to system, interfering with the natural order and seeding life.” “So, it is literally an alien species.” “Yes, ‘it’ is. They all are. And it’s hard to understand them, like so many advanced beings. But I can say this, they’re fickle. They think the work is done and they move on.” “Not your pops, right?” “No, He stayed. They left him and he stayed to oversee the development of life. Eventually, I think he became lonely or wanted a catspaw to interact with the apes, so he made me.” “Like in a test tube?” “No, he took me from my tribe. This was nearly twenty thousand years ago, give or take, so it’s not very clear in my mind.” “Come on.” “I’m serious. I’ve done some research, and I was basically a caveman in central Asia when he took me. My tribe didn’t have a name other than the people; we barely knew other people existed. He plucked me up and shaped me, made me into this.” “You said he was alone, but we saw another one in Boston.” “Some of them came back to see how He was doing. They wanted very little to do with me when they found out He was dead, but they stayed for a while to help me.” “With?” “My people.” “Whatever you did to your cultists.” “I made them like me. To an extent.” “Which is what?” “A conduit for thaumaturgy. Instead of rites or rituals, we can simply access that power. Your Captain Zadeh, she had to put tremendous energy into preparing for her thaumaturgy, right?” “I don’t know that much about it but yeah, she would prep evocations before hand to be used in the thick of things.” “Right, well my people don’t have to do that. Neither do I.” “So, like, are they immortal too? Super strong, all that?” “No. I don’t know what my father did to me to make those things happen, it seems to defy the structural physics of a human body.” He ceased stirring the soup and ladled some of it into a bowl which he passed to her. “You haven’t eaten in nearly a day. Eat.” She took the bowl and ate a spoonful. Cream of asparagus. “Let’s go back for a minute, why did your father murder the Daevites?” “I thought it was revenge at the time, but looking back, I think he didn’t see another option. Here was a group of the humans he was trying to elevate, stuck in the mud and loving it, refusing to move an inch. All the while, threatening the work he was doing. I think he saw them as counter to everything he was working for. He wasn’t what you call a sentimental creature.” He took a sip of the soup from his own bowl. “All these years later and she hates any vestige of His influence. You saw the forces she brought to bear in the desert, she won’t stop until I and all those I have guided are dead.” “But how do we stop her?” ADDENDUM 7812.1: Culebra-Simmons Syndrome: SCP-7812 has been traced to the development of a relatively rare4 cognitive dysfunction designated as Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, the relevant symptoms of which are as follows: Intermittent aphasia Intermittent involuntary vocalizations Progressive delusions about one’s body of various dysmorphic conditions, but a universal component is the delusion that the individual requires much more sustenance than is healthy for a typical human being of similar body type5 Inability to moderate tone of voice [In advanced cases] Aggression and hostility, leading to violence pica syndrome-like behavior aggressive “hunting” behavior where affected individuals attack and eat living creatures without cooking them – i.e. wild rodents, lizards, birds, domesticated pets, and in several cases, human beings. Physical degradation of the human genome has been noted in people exhibiting symptoms of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome leading to: diminishing function of the ocular and sexual organs, diminished pain response, and increased sensitivity to gustatory and olfactory organs. It is predicted that without containment protocols, this degradation will progress until the eyes and genitals are no longer functional and eventually will disappear entirely from the human species in future generations. Culebra-Simmons originates with the infection designated as SCP-7812, but it is transmitted from person to person through conversation of ideas concerning relevant subjects such as hunger, famine, starvation, diet, culinary arts, taste or even the abstract concept of consumption – such as the “consumption of media.” Amnesticization has proven effective in treating those displaying early symptoms of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome, but only with multiple infusions of Class A amnestics leading to loss of identity similar to clinical retrograde amnesia. Foundation forces have made a comprehensive survey of mental health records on an international basis, identifying over three hundred thousand individuals worldwide who have sought mental health treatment or were involuntarily hospitalized due to what was obviously Culebra-Simmons Syndrome given the discovery of SCP-7812. Individuals with advanced Culebra-Simmons tend to congregate together as the condition progresses, forming loose knit communities in abandoned spaces which they defend aggressively. “I think you might be able to help in that,” he said. “Why? I haven’t had much luck so far.” “You hurt her, with that knife of yours. More importantly you scared her.” “Did I?” “You weren’t yourself, but yes. You spoke in another voice, shunted off her control, and even stabbed her with the athame.” Rebekah lowered her head into her hands. “How did you manage that?” Her eyes downcast, she shook her head still cradled in her hands. “Agent Douglas?” “I don’t fucking know! Alright?” “But… you have an idea.” Rebekah nodded. “The thing in the other world, the one that touched you.” She nodded again. “What do you think it is?” ADDENDUM 7812.2: Historical and Cultural References In an attempt to research cultural references to SCP-7812, the Department of History was commissioned with a wide scope survey project resulting in several significant mythological and traditional narratives that seemingly reference to SCP-7812. In particular, references in the Daevite and Sarkic traditions were found to be relevant. Excerpt from SCP-140 Existence cascades from the source of all: the Spark, the Mouth, the Font From out of the Font, came not only the Breath and pure lineage of the Daeva But Four beings of Light spun out of existence Four Servants to the Will of They who created All To guard the world and ensure the ascendancy of the unpolluted Mothers Thus the Blood will rule forever For They who created all, whose dreams shape the universe Will never be dethroned Excerpt from A History of “A Chronicle of the Daeva” by Dr. Wentworth Sullivan: The Daevite faith did not have saints or bodhisattvas, theirs was a religious practice concerned with veneration of life itself as a nebulous force they called the Font and veneration of the holy lineage of Daeva matriarchs. However, in the tradition there were four ethereal beings that the Daeva claimed were formed of the stuff of the universe yet had no form. These were the closest thing to angels to the Daeva, which they called the Agents of Life, these entities were unknowable but their influence extruded into the physical realm on behalf of the Font. It was not common practice for the Daevite matriarchs to pray but on occasion a matriarch would beseech one of these four Agents of Life. This was considered an act of desperation, only to be taken if the lineage was at risk. Apparently, the Daeva believed that to seek the favor of the Font’s emissaries required a sacrifice far beyond the usual bloodletting in their rituals. During the many coexisting collapses of the Daevite civilization detailed in the Chronicle of the Daeva, this action was only noted as taking place once; such was the requisite cost of life that it was simply impractical. — Based on prior involvement with SCP-7812-A, Judith Low found reference to SCP-7812 in the writings of a vanished Sarkic community with ties to Romania: Excerpt from the Valkzaron6 The heaving Devourer cast out in its fetid mindlessness For companions of equal hunger Four were crafted from the flesh of the newborn material realm Mewling, formless things that served the Devourer Faceless eternal impotence and hunger Ever yearning to escape the turbulent darkness of The Outer Void and into the physical world created by Yaldabaoth The Archons ache to consume the cosmos one world at a time Until their teeth have torn through final surviving world, and the Great Winnower is revenged upon its creation Which will return the universe to its birth state – without Light Excerpt from Detailing the Cosmology of the Ancient Sarkite by Dr. Judith Low: The Grand Karcist taught that the Demiurge, Yaldabaoth or the Devourer, was mindless, without foresight or consciousness, and purely an instinctual creator/prophesized destroyer of the material universe. But, despite its apparent ego-less existence, the Devourer apparently felt lonely, thus did it create four entities to serve as its pantheon. These were the Archons, four servants of the Demiurge and the actual builders of the physical universe on behalf of it. These entities were not wholly of the universe – faceless and formless but with agency and consciousness of a sort. According to ancient Sarkic myth, the Archons were the embodiment of primordial chaos, stretching into the material realm to sew the seeds of destruction. This took the form of natural disasters in general, but in specific, the Archons were the engineers of the Six Ordeals of Ion – in an effort to defeat him before prior to his ascendancy. It is said that the Archons cannot reach into our universe, because they originate in the outer void, a kingdom of darkness where no life can persist. It is the goal of each Archon to pierce the veil of the material realm and fully manifest so as to consume the world, even to a conceptual level. This has a rather interesting wrinkle, in that one of the core tenets of the Sarkite faith is “To Shepherd the Flesh.” According to Ion’s teachings, all life in the universe comes from a single progenitor, the Demiurge. All life has a shared ancestry, venerated in the form of flesh crafting – labelled by the Foundation as carnomancy and by the Sarkite as “Lihakut'ak” – stemming from “Weri” or “The Old Blood.” Which means, even the lowest Sarkic practitioner – no matter how pure – is descended metaphysically from Yaldabaoth. Just like the Archons. In the realm of Sarkite cosmology, mankind is the second cousin twice removed from the agents of the creator of the world, and they will be the death of everything. “Who knows? But I can tell you one thing,” she said. “What?” “We won’t learn shit sitting around here and talking.” Euboea laughed and stood up. “No, most likely not.” “So, do you have a next move?” “I have some favors we can call in. Come on.” “Where the hell are we?” “Look around, what does that tell you?” Rebekah glanced around the room. They were standing in a large room, made of stones of various sizes. The outer wall rounded away from them, like the outer wall of a circular building. But as strange as that was, the interesting thing was the bookshelves that lined every section of the walls. “A library.” Euboea nodded. “A library, yes. Depository, actually.” “Okay, so?” “Well, less ‘a library’ as much as ‘the Library’.” She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing. “Wait, I thought we couldn’t…” Another voice called from behind her. “Foundation agents can’t enter the Library, that’s right.” Rebekah turned towards the new voice and saw a very young woman in a black sport coat, black blouse, blue jeans and boots. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes and smiled. “So, how can you be here, I wonder?” “Allison,” he said. “Euboea. Lovely to see you again.” “Great, you two know each other. Want to cue me in?” Rebekah asked. “My name is Allison Chao; you might know me better as the Black Queen.” “Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry. Wait, you call yourself a queen? What are you, 17?” The Black Queen laughed and held open a door. Rebekah and Euboea followed her out of the room and into a conference style room, with more bookshelves. “So, is this like the Library library? For real?” “We are in the Library. Well… it’s a library in the Library, just to be confusing. This depository is a place I like to store my collection, and I keep this open for the other members of the Serpent’s Hand.” “Oh great, so not only am I AWOL, but meeting with an agent of the enemy.” “Not so much an agent but leader, in a way.” “That makes it so much better.” “If you two are done with the flirting, could we get to business?” Euboea said. The Black Queen snorted. Rebekah grimaced and asked, “Why are we here?” “And how did you get her here?” “A Way in Munich. And she’s no longer with the Foundation,” he answered. “I’m not?” “If you aren’t a wanted fugitive by now, you’re at the very least unemployed.” “There’s a Way directly to my depository?” “Yes, as it happens, I would be glad to show it to you if you could help us.” “Help with?” The next hour involved Rebekah and Euboea explaining their complicated history and that of the Daevite return with the Matriarch. At that point, the Black Queen’s cynicism bled away into surprise. “A Daevite alive today? Not just some cultist with delusions of grandeur?” “Well, she’s hardly alive, but she’s animated and causing all sorts of hell up and down the continent. I’m surprised you haven’t heard anything,” Rebekah said. “I have heard of these events you’re mentioning, a few of them anyway. But I did not think the appearance of an abandoned temple in Greece or the Foundation quarantining part of Târgoviște for a few hours had to do with the return of mythical horror stories. Then again, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. We’ve been finding things left over from them for years. And by we, I mean you.” The Black Queen stared at Rebekah. “Look, I get our two organizations have a lot of bad blood, but I’m just someone stuck in a bad situation that could blow up and fuck with the whole world. Countless people have died already, even with the Foundation trying to limit her activities. Imagine if she’s successful. How long before a reborn Daevite empire comes knocking on the Hand’s door?” The Black Queen sighed. “What do you want?” “We need some way to find her, before she makes her next move,” Euboea said. “If even half the things you’ve told me are true, haven’t you been around for millennia? Why do you need my help?” “I have never spent my time studying the way I should have. Nuanced workings like finding someone are hard for me. We need to move fast before the Matriarch tries something else and this time succeeds.” The Black Queen rose from her chair and started to walk out of the room. “Just stay here, I don’t need Foundation agents wandering around.” She left, closing the door behind her. “How did we get here?” “Through a Way, like I said.” “And Ways are hardcoded right? They connect specific places?” “Usually, yes. But sometimes you can create one temporarily with enough power and something to anchor you at the exit. Why?” “I’d like to talk to Iona.” “That is a terrible idea. You’re almost certainly a fugitive, like I said. I left the camera you were wearing, I didn’t want them to track us.” “So?” “Director Varga has certainly seen the footage and will know that something is wrong. Something anomalous, as you people put it. That’s why I took you. After seeing how well you were able to counteract her spell, and how the knife hurt her, I couldn’t let them lock you up for study. And let’s face it, that is what would happen.” “They don’t just lock up anyone with abilities. They hired me for my abilities.” “This isn’t psychic phenomena, Rebekah. You’re possessed by an alien intelligence of astonishing strength. You have control, but they won’t care. Even if Varga is your friend as you think, she won’t have a choice. Especially after I reneged on our deal.” “What’s it been, a day? We could rush in there, explain things, she would understand.” “It’s been two weeks.” Rebekah’s mouth opened to speak but nothing happened. She just stared at him. “How could you not know that?” he asked. "You were recovering for more than ten days since Romania. But you were conscious sometimes, and we even spoke.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” she yelled. “I don’t know what happened to you, but it’s interfering with your perceptions of reality. Which only means we have less time than I thought.” She slammed her palms against the table. “Two weeks…” “Yes, and I’ve been hiding you all that time. A few days ago, there was a flurry of activity in England and since there’s been multiple teams flying out of Site-91. They’re looking for something.” “How do you know that?” “My people.” Rebekah sighed. “I don’t think they’re looking for me. That sounds like mobilization. Something has them worried.” ADDENDUM 7812.3: Discovery of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome Recovered Footage from London Metropolitan Police 28 September, 1993 Foreword: The police department received numerous complaints about attacks against pedestrians at London Underground stations by what was described as homeless individuals. CC TV footage did not reveal any individuals matching the descriptions entering or exiting the Underground, thus it was theorized that the assailants represented a small group of homeless individuals living in the tunnels. Cataloguing the location of the alleged assaults, the department was able to triangulate the most likely underground spaces these individuals were residing in – an abandoned tunnel leading to a decommissioned station. It was decided to perform a raid at 01:00, launched from the St. Paul’s station,7 because the trains would not be running at this time. Entrance to abandoned tunnel in London Underground. 01:05: Fifteen Metropolitan AFOs8 gather on the platform of St. Paul’s Underground station. The officers assist one another down from the platform and begin walking northeast along the tracks. 01:10: The officers arrive at the entrance to the abandoned tunnel thought to house the assailants. 01:11: Several officers report howling noises coming from within the tunnel, but the group proceeds apace. 01:13: Two individuals rush towards the officers screaming incoherently. Despite attempts to calm these individuals down, they proceed to physically assault several of the officers. One bites out the throat of an officer, tackling her to the ground. Another breaks the arm of an officer with little effort and throwing him against the wall. The other officers shoot and kill the two assailants. Both are disheveled and dirty, seemingly having been living in these tunnels for months. Asking for assistance from emergency medical services for the surviving victim officer, the police leave one of their number and move on. 01:15: The police officers arrive at the decommissioned Underground station, seeing numerous bed mats and pieces of cardboard laid on the floor. A shrill scream is raised in the station, followed by countless others. 01:16: Over three hundred disheveled individuals rush the police officers, who open fire. 01:17: Several dozen assailants fall to gun shots but many more quickly approach the officers. Three police officers are dragged to the ground with dozens of hands striking at their armor and digging fingers into exposed flesh. An officer’s eyes are pulled out by one of the assailants, who proceeds to eat the organs before being hit with several rounds from other officers. 01:19: The ten remaining officers begin pulling back to the tunnel, pursued by the assailants. Several officers reach the end of the tunnel and turn to cover their colleagues. At least a dozen assailants fall, but an additional officer is dragged down and torn apart by others. 01:20: The remaining officers retreat past the entrance of the abandoned tunnel and the assailants stop following them. The officers watch as five assailants proceed to tear and consume chunks of flesh from the officer who fell with their teeth and fingers. 01:24: Nine surviving officers retreat to St. Paul’s station and report to their superiors. Afterword: Michael Howard9 reached out to Foundation representatives through backchannels and requested assistance. MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) were mobilized to the scene by 05:00 and the Underground line was shut down under a cover story of gas leak. Zeta-9 personnel sealed the area populated with the individuals and flooded the tunnels with a light mixture of aerosolized valium before beginning the assault. The assailants who were still alive (roughly two hundred and sixty) were stunned into unconsciousness and contained. In the following days, the medical center at Site-91 was utilized to examine and treat the individuals recovered from the operation. Subsequent to its discovery, connection was made to SCP-7812’s emergence in the noosphere through screening for cognitohazards and confirmed by use of Fehn cognitoscope scanning. Thus, amnesticization was utilized to return those individuals to their conscious state before infection by what was termed Culebra-Simmons Syndrome. Continuing operations to identify and contain individuals affected by the syndrome are ongoing. ADDENDUM 7812.4: Analysis Summation of Threat Analysis Concerning SCP-7812 1 October, 1993 Drs. Iona Varga & Judith Low Having analyzed those individuals recovered from the London Underground and offered them treatment here at Site-91’s medical center, we have come to two conclusions. 1) This is not an isolated event or viral infection. Numerous other reports have been found in medical and police records across Europe, the Middle East, and Asia – the earliest of which date to 1991. For this reason I have retasked Site-91 forces to find and contain any and all individuals currently infected with the condition. 2) The infection has not occurred in a vacuum and is quite clearly anomalous. Culebra-Simmons Syndrome is the side-effect of an ideatic invasion in the noösphere. Provisionally classified as SCP-7812, this infection has taken root in the famis occulta, and is slowly expanding in size. There is every possibility that this alien concept, whether or not it is a sapient force, will subsume the human conceptual understanding of hunger and consumption, both abstract and practical. SCP-7812’s primary mode of expansion appears to correlate with the number of individuals currently affected by Culebra-Simmons, as minute reductions have been observed with successful treatment of those contained. But we have reason to believe this infection has been in place for decades, far longer than cases of Culebra-Simmons have been observed. Even if we are successful in containing each affected case of the Syndrome, there is no obvious likelihood of neutralization. At best, projections show a reduction of conceptual size of the infection to approximately 10% of its current ideatic volume. Containment must therefore be focused on containment of affected individuals, while alternative plans are made for the direct containment of the infection point. Given the research of the Department of History, SCP-7812 has been known to anomalous communities for millennia, with very different accounts from the Daevite and Sarkic traditions. Given the mythological importance of this anomaly, we are unsure how to even begin a direct containment effort. Additionally, at this time we do not have a working theoretical framework for the surgical excision of SCP-7812 from the noösphere. Therefore, our new normal will have to factor in this alien presence in our conceptual ecosystem. The pattern of infection seems random unless an outside factor is considered. A carrier. Someone or something moving around the world spreading the Syndrome. All attempts must be made to identify and contain this vector, whatever it may be. “Alright, how long is this going to take?” “As long as it takes, Agent,” the Black Queen said without taking her eyes off the dish. The three of them were seated around table with a shallow silver dish with flanged rim, filled with water. When the water was poured, it was crystal clear, but as Chao whispered over it, the water had started to glow and clouded over. That was over an hour before. They had been staring at the swirling waters all that time. Chao had assured them both that the enchantment on the mirror hated the Daeva, so it would find the one active member of that long dead dynasty if asked. But as they rounded out to the ninety-minute mark, Rebekah just couldn’t anymore. “Isn’t there something else we can do here?” Euboea glanced sideways at her with a sigh. “Rebekah…” “Look, we’re on a tight schedule here. We need to see what she’s doing and get to her before another ritual is performed. Or before Site-91 finds her first.” “Just be patient.” Another few minutes passed, and Rebekah found herself pacing the room, glancing over the titles of esoteric books on shelves not recognizing anything. She was about to turn back towards the table when a book’s title caught her eye: Blood and the Thaumaturgic Ritual. “What if we used a little blood?” she asked. The Black Queen looked at her sharply. “I don’t like using that sort of ritual.” “But this is looking for a Daeva, and they were obsessed with it.” “She’s got a point, Allison,” Euboea said. “Also, she recently underwent the Matriarch’s touch, there might be a sympathetic conduit there.” The young woman sighed, slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled out a small folding knife. “Give me your hand, Agent.” Rebekah hesitated but with both of them looking at her, she didn’t feel much choice. Afterall, she had been the one to suggest it. She placed her hand in the Black Queen’s, palm up. The woman pressed the blade into her forefinger lightly, and held it so a drop or two fell into the water, speaking in what Rebekah believed was Aramaic. Rebekah withdrew her hand quickly, applying pressure, but was distracted by the water in the dish. The glowing cloudy water had shifted in tone to blood red, much more than would be expected from a few drops of her blood. The swirling waters parted and there in the dish, she saw the Matriarch surrounded by her constructs in a very green but overcast scene. “That’s outside Site-91!” Sure enough, the Matriarch was leading her constructs towards the walled property containing the Foundation Research Site. Even as she opened her mouth to ask another question, the Daevite’s tree golems opened fire on the walls surrounding the 18th century manor. No sound transmitted through the image but she could imagine the roaring explosions as the front gate to the manor was ripped from its hinges. “We need to get there. Now.” The Black Queen shook her head. “I could get you to York, but you’d still be kilometers away.” Euboea stared at the images of Foundation forces attacking the Matriarch’s puppet army, hundreds of the constructs armed to the teeth and rushing through the ruined gates. He saw Cynthia, one of his adepts working with Varga, throwing thaumaturgy at the wave of enemy forces before a stray round caught her in the throat and she spun backwards fountaining crimson. “I might be able to get us to the Site directly.” “I thought the whole place was warded,” the Black Queen said. “It is, which would usually be a problem. But if I know our enemy, she’s heading right for the one thing that I could use to get us there quickly.” “What?” Rebekah asked. “My father’s body.” INCIDENT 7812.1: Discovery of SCP-7812 Infiltration of Site-91 by Hostile Forces 5 October, 1993 MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) Personnel Present: Captain Rashid al Hasin10 Lieutenant Maria Waltham11 Sergeant Mark Kenoshi12 Sergeant Gabriel Merced Foreword: On 5 October, 1993, at 0400 local time, a significant strength military assault was launched directly against Site-91. Although this assault was made of anomalous individuals and entities, the assault itself took conventional form, making the thaumaturgical wards placed along the property’s borders ineffectual in combating the effects. View of Site-91 research and containment facility from the south. [Captain al Hasin and Sergeant Kenoshi gather security personnel within Site-91’s armory.] Captain al Hasin: We have an evolving situation here, people. Ten minutes ago, security systems picked up a large group of individuals approaching from the South, directly towards the main gate. At this time, we do not have a good count of the assaulting force, nor do we have details concerning their makeup. [An explosion rocks the room and sends several security personnel sprawling.] Captain al Hasin: Alright people, get geared up as fast as you can, you’ll be mobilized with myself and Sergeant Kenoshi. Let’s move. [Captain al Hasin’s group spends the next few moments mobilizing to the barriers directly in the path of the assaulting force.]13 [At the same time, Sergeant Merced and Lieutenant Waltham secure the Director’s Office and activate security measures throughout the site.] Director Varga: What are you doing here? Get out there! Lieutenant Waltham: Procedures are clear, ma’am. We secure your office and your person in the moment of external breach. Director Varga: What the hell is happening? Sergeant Merced: The Site is under attack from a sizable force. Given the limited individuals on Site at the moment, because of containment efforts already underway, I don’t like our chances. Director Varga: Lieutenant Waltham, leave the Sergeant here with me and find out what is happening exactly. You’ve secured me, we’re good. I need information. [Waltham tosses her a walkie talkie.] Waltham: Keep that on. [Waltham leaves the room checking her carbine and body armor. She moves rapidly through the administrative offices on the third floor of the manor, then approaches the stairs leading to the secure lobby on the first floor. She is met by Captain William Granger14 and his security forces having barricaded the main entrance.] Granger: Lieutenant Waltham, I sent you to secure the Director. What the fuck are you doing down here? Waltham: Director’s orders, she wants an update on the situation. Granger: Tell her highness we’re under attack. Waltham: I think she’s aware of– Granger: What I need is for you to go back upstairs. Waltham: Frankly, sir, you don’t command me. Captain al Hasin does. And he answers to Varga, so just answer the goddamn question. Granger: al Hasin and his team are dug in halfway down the property, in direct line of fire. I don’t have an update from them yet. [The radio shrieks, followed by Sergeant Kenoshi’s voice.] Kenoshi: Site Actual, this is Forward Team. You hearing me? Waltham: Mark, we’re here. What’s your status? [Granger frowns but doesn’t say anything.] Kenoshi: We’re being overrun here, there’s so many of the bastards. Waltham: Who is it? Kenoshi: Those grass golem things we’ve seen associated with Daevite forces. Plus, some of the living trees with those cannons. Waltham: Where’s Rashid? Kenoshi: The Captain’s has been hit, we need to get him to the med center but these things are everywhere. Waltham: Okay, I’m coming out to you. Kenoshi: Negative, they’ve looped around our positions and are moving on the manor. Granger: Where? Kenoshi: There’s a few dozen holed up at the foot of the stairs just staring at the shutters over the entrance. Waltham: What are they doing? Kenoshi: Nothing. Just staring and pointing their weapons at the shutters. The fuckers surrounding us aren’t really trying to kill either, they seem sorta listless. I think we can hold most of them back. Granger: Are they approaching the manor at any other point? Have you seen a leader? Kenoshi: Yes, I clock a couple of the little golems and a tree sentinel in front of the door to the crypt. Waltham: Shit. [She races up the stairs and away from Granger, back towards Director Varga’s office. When she arrives, she opens the door roughly and is met with Merced’s rifle barrel.] Waltham: Jesus Christ, Gabe. Merced: Sorry. Varga: What happened? [Waltham fills Varga in on the situation.] Varga: Dammit. [Varga stands and folds away a false front to one of her bookcases revealing a small elevator.] Varga: Let’s go! [Waltham, Varga and Merced squeeze into the elevator. Varga punches in a code and the elevator car rushes down four floors. When the doors open again, they are in a small area fronted with a facsimile of stone wall. In the wall is a one-way mirror and mechanism to open the wall like a door. Through the observation mirror, a desiccated female figure15 dressed in red and gold robes with an iron crown stands before the cadaver of SCP-4612-A. Waltham takes a step forward but Varga holds up a hand. Varga switches a speaker on at the base of the window, allowing sound to travel from the crypt.] [The desiccated woman mutters to herself, holding her palm flat next to the incision along the cadaver’s ten meter long form. Blue ichor continues to pool beneath the incision on the stone table.] -Matriarch: After all the effort my people made to combat you, it was a pampered group of humans who managed to slit your throat. That must sting. Waltham: Is she talking to the body? Matriarch: Yes, I am, you idiot. [Waltham raises her carbine but is frozen in place. The rest of the incident is filmed through Waltham’s body camera, but she does not move or speak again. The same is true of Merced and Varga.] Matriarch: I’m talking to “the body” because it is still alive. I’m sure it appeared dead to your soulless scientists, but this is stasis. Anything that bleeds for more than two hundred years is obviously not dead. [The Matriarch bends down to pick up a knife from the stone table, still coated in uncoagulated blue ichor.] Matriarch: With this knife which struck my enemy still stained with its blood, I call upon thee, O servant of my god, the source of all things, the Font.16 Matriarch: Oh, Luminous Agents of Life, hear my call. The last of the divine lineage calls upon you, in this moment of despair. If the bloodline is to be preserved, the world set to right along the ideals of our Master, the creator of all things, then I beseech you. Answer my plea. [The Matriarch slips the knife into the incision and widens the wound, causing more ichor to flow out. She lets the liquid pool in her palm then holds the cupped palm to her lips, drinking of the substance, letting it pour out down her mouth staining her skin and robes.] Unknown voice: STOP. [The Matriarch turns towards this new voice and sees a tear in reality along the opposite wall, through which comes a humanoid entity17 with glowing blue eyes and accompanied by ███████ ███████.] Euboea: Take your hands off my Father’s body. [Euboea raises a hand and fire illuminates the area pooling around his hand.] Matriarch: It isn’t dead you buffoon! Are you all idiots? Amazing that you’ve been so successful against me. [Euboea lowers his hand and the fire fades.] Euboea: What do you mean? Matriarch: I’ll not explain the workings of gods to fools, even those gods which want me dead. [Euboea’s hands flare again but the Matriarch holds up her palm and he too freezes in place. ███████ ███████ does not move either. The Matriarch smiles and holds up the stained knife.] Matriarch: I’ll flay your god for me to eat, little slugson. And you can watch. [The Matriarch repeats her previous action, allowing more ichor to pool in her hand and painting her skin in its sheen while continuing to chant in Daevic.] [The lights in the crypt dim, and a voice is heard.] Daughter of the Blood. Matriarch: My lord. [The Matriarch prostrates herself on the stone floor, holding her knife and ichor stained hand out before her.] You called. We came. What is it the Daughter of the Pure needs? Matriarch: This force has tried to end the lineage, along with their allies. I beseech thee, eradicate the Foundation and the one they call Euboea and his changed folk. [Booming laughter is heard.] THIS IS ALL YOU ASK OF US? KILL SOME MORTALS? WASTE NOT THE ETERNAL’S ATTENTION, SLAVE. Matriarch: I beg of thee, it is not the killing that is important, it is the weaving of reality. These creatures thwart the Font’s entire purpose. Wipe this Foundation from the Earth, and we might rebuild the Lineage’s rule in this world. And then, serve the Font directly, through your direction. All life serves the Primordial Creator, Slave. But we were called, so let us see what we can do. [The Matriarch continues to kneel silently for a moment during which the voice does not respond.] Ah, interesting, I would not have expected such capacity or power. Having contained the upstart’s fleshy children, and many other phenomena. Matriarch: Do you mean you cannot do th– OF COURSE WE CAN. WE ARE THE CREATORS OF EVERYTHING, FOR SHE WHO SLEEPS ETERNAL. WE CAN DO ANYTHING. Matriarch: Please forgive me, my Lord. What shall I do to aid you? Welcome us into your world, we need to touch the fabric of the universe for ourselves if we are to– [The Matriarch screams, interrupting the disembodied voice. There is a stone knife, an athame, sticking out of the back of her neck at a 45-degree angle. ███████ ███████ is holding the handle. The Matriarch whimpers as she falls to the floor.] ███████ ███████: I think that is enough. Brother/Sister? Is that you? ███████ ███████: Yes. And I have already made a foothold into this real’s mental sphere. It is only a matter of time before we feed, Sister/Brother. That changes everything. I shall leave it to you. May our domination of this world be swift! [The lights resume their brightness in the crypt. ███████ ███████ crouches down in front of the Matriarch, gripping the hilt of the knife.] Matriarch: What are you? ███████ ███████: I’m the same woman you’ve tried to kill several times, your highness. And more. Matriarch: Why did it listen to you? ███████ ███████: It listened to us. [The Matriarch raises her good arm to shield her face.] ███████ ███████: What you wanted to bring into this world didn’t care a damn for you. All it wants is to feed. Matriarch: No… ███████ ███████: Your people worship life, but you’re a withered corpse straining against inevitability. A fossil. [Waltham, freed from the Matriarch’s control, opens the door before Varga can stop her.] Waltham: ███████ just stop, you’ve got her. Let us help you through whatever is happening. [███████ ███████ does not look up from the Daevite’s face.] ███████ ███████: You can’t help me. [███████ ███████ twists the knife in the Matriarch’s neck and wrenches it free, sending black oily liquid splashing onto the stone floor of the crypt. The Matriarch wails.] ███████ ███████: But I can help everyone else. [███████ ███████ slashes the knife several times across the Matriarch’s throat, nearly severing her head. The body falls to the floor.] ███████ ███████: Finish it. [SCP-4612-B ignites the body of the Matriarch with thaumaturgy.] Waltham: You can’t leave. [Waltham has drawn her side arm and is aiming at the other woman.] [███████ ███████ turns to look at Euboea who then opens a Way behind them.] Waltham: ███████, stop! [Director Varga pushes down the gun, shaking her head. The two individuals leave through the Way, which closes behind them.] Varga: We’ve got a fire in the crypt, please send the fire suppression team down here. Granger: [Transmitting through the radio] Yes, Director. [Waltham stares at the burning body as Varga turns back towards the elevator.] END LOG Afterword: Despite significant damage to the body of the Daevite, Director Varga ordered it be bound and secured within cold storage containment. ███████ ███████ and SCP-4612-B have not been seen since the event. A priority alpha alert has been sent out to all Foundation Sites for any information concerning both individuals. After the events of the log transcribed above, ███████ ███████ was designated as SCP-7812-A. Connection was made when all present personnel developed early signs of Culebra-Simmons Syndrome and required light amnestic treatment. Additionally, despite the usual ambient Akiva radiation present underneath Site-91 due to SCP-4612-A’s presence, sensors observed almost no radiation during ███████ ███████’s appearance. Director Varga theorizes that ███████ ███████ was consuming the ambient radiation normally present in the crypt. Director Varga closed the file on SCP-7812 and pushed it away from her. She leaned back behind her desk and crossed her arms over her chest. “Dammit, Rebekah.” Her desktop computer pinged, having received a secure message through SCiPNet. She turned the monitor on and keyed in her passcode. Opening the message, she frowned. “How in the hell?” To: Iona Varga, PhD/MD – Director of Site-91 From: Rebekah Douglas Subject: Thank you Hey Iona, I know you’re probably wondering how I managed to get a message to you. Don’t worry about that, I called in some favors. What is important is that I’m not coming back. I’m sure you have everyone out looking for me, but I had to reach out. I’m sorry things played out this way. I’m sorry you put yourself out on a limb and I let you down. Hopefully, you’ll see that I did what I had to. She needed to die. Time and again she showed us how dangerous she was, it was only her arrogance that left her vulnerable. We showed up the way we did because that was the only option left. But this was to thank you. You looked out for me and gave me a chance. Even if I blew it, that still meant the world to me. And now, I’ve got something inside my head, and it won’t let go. I know it’s something terrible and even if I had played by the rules, you’d still have to contain me. And even though I’d love to give you the benefit of the doubt, I can’t. You won’t hear from me again; I’m going underground for a while to figure it out. Anyway… thanks. I hope someday we can laugh about all this. But I won’t be holding my breath. Love, Rebekah Varga sighed and depressed the buzzer that connected to her assistant. “Julie, will you come in here?” Julie came in carrying another stack of documents, which she placed at the front of the Director’s desk. “After action reports on the incident.” “Great,” Varga said as she slid the documents closer. “When you go back out, call down to the lab and have them prep the surgery.” “What’s up?” “I want to examine the Daevite myself.” Julie turned to go out and Varga called to her as she was about to close the door. “Any word from Captain al Hasin?” “Nothing positive. They’re fairly sure she went into the Library but from there they don’t know where to start looking.” Varga nodded as Julie shut the door to her office. She looked up at the screen and held the cursor over the forward button, intending to send the email to the Captain. She stared for a moment and smiled, deleting the message instead. “Stupid girl.” THE END Hecatoncheires Cycle << SCP-6520: Director's Eyes Only | SCP-7812 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7812" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7812. Licensed under CC-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: I look at eye level Author: QThomas Bower License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: CERN Author: Olivier Bruchez License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Image Link Note: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: vintage paper texture Author: pinkorchid_too (Sandra) License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Image link Content: Quotation/paraphrasing of some material from the Sarkicism Hub Author: Metaphysician License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Sarkicism Hub Filename: Abandoned tunnel Author: Andrew Gray License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Image Link Filename: Site 91 Author: Karen Roe License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: link Footnotes 1. The noösphere represents the sum total of human thought and experiences, as well as all of human interaction with the metaphysical. For more information, please see: McDoctorate, P. (2021). Home is Where the Head Is: The Origin of Human Thought in Light of Noöspherical Exploration. Foundation Journal of Meta/Pataphysical Extrapolation, 28, 111-158. 2. The ideatic center of conceptual hunger or starvation. 3. Utilizing the Fehn cognitoscope prototype and a series of advanced algorithms. 4. At time of writing it is estimated that only .005% of the human species shows incidence of the condition. But this number is growing by the day. 5. At time of writing approximately three thousand individuals have eaten themselves to death without medical intervention. 6. Holy book of the Solomonari Sarkic people. 7. The closest station to the theorized location of the “camp.” 8. Authorized firearms officers. 9. The Home Secretary of the United Kingdom 10. Formerly of MTF-Omega-20 (“Thought Police”), appended to MTF-Beta-777. Psionic Grade-3 including lie detection (Class-C divination), thought transmission, and weak precognition. 11. Class-A thaumatologist. 12. Formerly of MTF-Tau-9 (“Bookworms”). Linguist, specializing in several dead languages including: Daevic, several Ancient Greek dialects, ancient Japanese, Sumerian and other Eurasian writing traditions. 13. In time of breach, automatic shutters fall on all entrance points to the buildings of Site-91 and periodic three-inch-thick steel barrier rise from the ground in specific locations. 14. Site-91 Security Chief. 15. SCP-5267-A. 16. Roughly translated from the Daevic language. 17. SCP-4612-B.
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Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj#pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj) From: Odongo Tejani (pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon#pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon) Subject: Welcome to the Ethics Committee Good Morning, Jack Robinson Welcome to the Ethics Committee! We think you’ll be a great asset to our mission and want to make sure you get settled in as smoothly as possible. As discussed, your first day will be September 3rd. Please arrive at Site-02 by 10:00 AM and wear whatever’s comfortable, as we’re business casual [or whatever your dress code is]. When you arrive, please check in with our receptionist to receive your new employee badge. Our new member liaison will show you to your workstation and get you settled in. Please take some time to start the process before your first day by logging into SCiPnet with your new credentials. Other members can help you finish this process when you arrive. Feel free to contact ethistician.aic if you have any questions before you start. We’re thrilled to have you join us! Thank you, Chairman Odongo Tejani To: Odongo Tejani (pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon#pcs.eettimmocscihte|ylperon) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj#pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj) Subject: Re: Welcome to the Ethics Committee Thank you SO MUCH Mr. Tejani, you have NO IDEA what this means to me. I joined the Foundation to further the cause of scientific research and knowledge, but I soon realized just how much this place was in dire need of ethicists. A check and a balance on wayward administrators to keep our noble researchers safe from the hazards of the job. I’m so, so lucky to be here and so, so grateful to you for giving me this warm welcome. I mean, think of that! The legendary Odongo Tejani, deigning me worth his time! I’ll be sure to get everything set up before my first day. As a matter of fact, I’ll do you one better. I logged into SCiPnet yesterday and noticed we had a vote coming up on that telekill alloy stuff, SCP-148 if I recall? I remember being assigned to a project before it was canceled over that stuff. Couldn't get the authorization. So between my personal stake and the investigative skills you’ve recognized by honoring me with this position, I’ll have a full dossier ready for you within the week! And, since you don't have any evidence of that yet, I'll remind you that it's already been voted on several times, so there's probably nothing, and if there is something, I'll probably end up catching it! Not to brag, but I probably won’t even need ethistician’s help, although I do appreciate it. But seriously, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you. I won’t disappoint! Secure, Contain, Protect, Jack Robinson Ethics Committee Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > file scp-148 Enter level 5 credentials. > jackrobinson-ec-uu88ylo18314d > Pierce^H^H^H^HY^ the HEAVENs. The unKNOWN can be KNOWN, and dark becomes light. Access granted. Item#: 148 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-148 consuming 363,636 civilians during an Injustice Event Special Containment Procedures: None possible. Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > scipsearch telekill 1 match(es) SCP# | Clearance | Title 7814 | 1, 5/7814 | Telekill Alloy > file scp-7814 Access granted. Item#: 7814 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7814 is available on request. Applicants must submit Form 7814-A to the Telekill Alloy Applications Team, who will survey the site if needed and arrange for telekill installation. Form 7814-A must include: A full description of the intended use. Full, unredacted SCP files and test logs for all SCPs involved, with cognito- and infohazards flagged appropriately.1 A clean record of D-Class breaches. Description: SCP-7814 (known by materials engineers as “Telekill Alloy”) is an alloy of mundane metals and [REDACTED].2 It has a gray-green color with a bluish tinge and oxidizes readily in the presence of water, and has a variable density no less than 6.10 g/cm3. SCP-7814's primary anomalous property is that it produces a negative psionic field.3 This blocks or otherwise hinders extrasensory mind-affecting properties, following an inverse-square law similar to electromagnetism. Its use has expedited many Foundation operations: Mind-affecting anomalies cannot breach telekill walls or meshes, allowing smaller containment chambers and safer transport of psionic anomalies. Furthermore, their effects are weaker in such chambers, allowing for safer testing. Telekill-lined meeting rooms and bunkers cannot be penetrated by psychic influence, scrying, or mind-reading, increasing information security. Telekill-coated fiber-optic cables are similarly impervious to psionic divination. As a result, all Sites have been outfitted with such cables, and all digital communications or transfers of files classified Level 5 or higher (such as requests for files classified Level 5 or above) are carried out over these cables. Telekill-lined D-Class bunkers prevent confounding factors of previous psionic influence from interfering with tests. In addition: Thaumaturgic runes inscribed on SCP-7814 can selectively prevent thaumaturgical workings. Site-17 was experimentally outfitted with 7814-Evening cages tuned to prevent the opening of Ways after the Serpent’s Incursion of Site-17, and it was soon discovered that this also weakened the effects of several thaumaturgical SCPs on-Site. This allowed for smaller containment chambers, less extensive containment procedures, and fewer containment breaches. When an electric current is driven through SCP-7814, it can dispel spectral entities on contact. This discovery improved the efficiency of the Department of Spectral Entities by 300%. SCP-7814 was recently discovered to be a more effective Hume sink than beryllium bronze, the previous material of choice for ontokinesis-resistant architecture and equipment. Trial runs of SCP-7814-based COLOURLESS RED units with MTF Lambda-5 “White Rabbits” have shown an improvement in dealing with dangerous ontokinetic entities and low-Hume environments, and wider rollout is expected to prevent future casualties among field agents New processes have made SCP-7814 cheaper than steel, which is why in 2021, Experimental Site-78 began construction with SCP-7814 rebar. SCP-7814 was first discovered in 1982 during a raid on Prometheus Labs, and first utilized in 1988 to enable the safe transport of SCP-035 to Site-19. SCP-7814 would see increasingly frequent use in transportation of dangerous mind-affecting anomalies, and in 1994, the first 7814-Evening containment chamber was approved. From 2005 onwards it became standard for half of all Keter-class containment chambers to be lined with SCP-7814, and in 2009 Site-19 completed its “telekill wing," a wing made exclusively of SCP-7814-lined cells. This set the standard, and today almost every Site has a substantial number of cells utilizing SCP-7814. Use of SCP-7814 has saved the Foundation millions of dollars in containment costs and prevented hundreds of thousands of casualties. Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > file scp-7814 -l 5 Reenter Level 5 credentials. > jackrobinson-ec-uu88ylo18314d > Pierce^H^H^H^HY^ the HEAVENs. The unKNOWN can be KNOWN, and dark becomes light. Insufficient clearance. Access denied. > wtf? Command "wtf?" not defined. > clearance scp-7814 Two versions of this file exist. Level 1: Unrestricted Level 5/7814: TAAT Eyes Only > file scp-7814 -l 5/7814 You do not have that clearance. > help clearance 5/EC Level 5 Ethics Committee clearance is a special clearance given only to Ethics Committee members. As members of the Foundation's primary regulatory body, personnel have access to all files not classified Level 6 and can bypass all specific clearance requirements (e.g. requiring specific 5/YYYY clearance to access SCP-YYYY). > ?????? Command "??????" not defined. > accesses —sort-by clearance —group-by day scp-7814 Here is a list of most recent personnel to access SCP-7814 (multiple accesses in one day are counted as one access) Note that you may not be able to see the accesses of accounts above your clearance. Sorted by: Clearance Level DD/MM/YY | Clearance | Account 28/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. 28/08/23 | Level 4 | Clef, Alto 27/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. 26/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. 25/08/23 | Level 4 | Japers, Eugene 24/08/23 | Level 4 | Lillihammer, Lillian S. […] SCiPnet Messaging System <ec-user-33308affc0e> Good evening! ~system: User LILLIHAMMERDOWN has blocked you! <ec-user-33308affc0e> !blockoverride ec LILLIHAMMERDOWN <ec-user-33308affc0e> My name is Jack Robinson, and I'm from the Ethics Committee. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I'm here to talk about SCP-7814, if you've got some time? <ec-user-33308affc0e> Hello? Ms. Lillihammer? <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> Can you look at this memetic geas for me? Just gotta confirm. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Whatever you need to be comfortable. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> getfucked.png ~system: No activity detected for 2 hours. Logging off… You have (1) new message from A_McInnis_883! <A_McInnis_883> Good morning, Mr. Robinson, this is Director McInnis of Site-43. I must apologize for I've gone to the trouble of verifying your credentials, but you should understand that receiving private messages from an account with a scambot name on the world's least scambot-vulnerable secure network is not a pleasant surprise to receive in the morning. <ec-user-33308affc0e> …oh. Sorry. I assumed because I was on the Ethics Committee that I could do that. <A_McInnis_883> As a member of the Ethics Committee, you have the authority to do that. However, in my experience, such behavior is never met with a positive response. <ec-user-33308affc0e> What does, then? <A_McInnis_883> Sending an email about potential interviews before attempting to conduct said interviews would be a fine start. You have (1) new message from LILLIHAMMERDOWN! <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> what did you want ethics man <ec-user-33308affc0e> Oh! Thank you. I wanted to talk about SCP-7814. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> you mean the milk cat <ec-user-33308affc0e> …no. Telekill alloy. The one that used to be 148? <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> fucklkigbn reandom-zasss renuembers <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> and fuvking newbies <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> it says in the file that it works on MIND-AFFECTING ANOMALIES <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i do MREMETICS <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> can you not READ <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> it's different <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> memetics is showing people things and they change their behavior based on it like talking or reading news <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> but on steroids <ec-user-33308affc0e> Given my most recent screw-up, that might be true (the not reading bit). I was just wondering if there was some memetic stuff that telekill worked on somehow? It's a jungle out there. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> telekill stops people from reaching directly into your head and yanking on the levers <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> and no i havent seen any <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> half my job is dealing with this shitty anartist corpo and NOTHIGN workls on ther mkemes <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> source: their shit works on me <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> like this amateru fucKing compulesin effec keepiogn my eyuesballs glued to ther dumbfckings ocial tWoitter patrody <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> iv tried memetics ive thrued audios ive trued LITERAL FCUKING MEMS E MAGIC IVE TRIEDAL ING ALCOHLO RN <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> ITST STULL WORKSE <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i asked for some telekill in case maybe that would do something but got rejected ofcjc <ec-user-33308affc0e> When you say "tried ing alcohol rn," what do you mean by that? <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i thoguht having no d class meant no d class breaches but noooooooo <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> and fuck off coppo <ec-user-33308affc0e> Wait, what? <ec-user-33308affc0e> What exactly did they say? <ec-user-33308affc0e> (about the D-Class thing) <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> "Your application does not include your record of D-Class breaches." <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> what fualcking refcord THERE AREW NO DC LASS AT 43 <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> i sent it again with every possible record ot ther fbeing NO d class at 43 and guerss fucking what <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> "Your application does not include your record of D-Class breaches." <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> do they have fucking chatgpt on the twaat or smth <ec-user-33308affc0e> *TAAT <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> no its twaat <ec-user-33308affc0e> Interesting… thank you for your time, Dr. Lillihammer. <LILLIHAMMERDOWN> thank you for breaking into my schesduule withsn your cnbig ethhics commitenne importantsce and interwrruntpijg my aday more than sialready its Access SCiPNET Email? Two (2) new messages! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj#pcs.rehcraeser|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Confirmation of Subscription This is a confirmation email that you have been subscribed to the issue: SCP-7814. ethistician.aic will scan all SCiPnet communications related to this issue and automatically inform you of any relevant developments or unusual activity. Reminder: You may be subscribed to one (1) issue at a time that you are not assigned to, and may change your subscription one (1) time within each calendar month. To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Relevant activity on subscribed issue SCP-7814 Unusual activity on your subscribed issue (SCP-7814) has been flagged for review. Relevant activity: Psionics Specialist Samara Maclear (pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc#pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc) has filed a complaint about the use of SCP-7814 at Site-82. Reason for relevance: This is Maclear's fifteenth complaint about the issue. To: Samara Maclear (pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc#pcs.scinoisp|syelraelc) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello, Ms. Maclear! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you had a lot of complaints about SCP-7814, which I'm actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee <ec-user-33308affc0e> Hello! Thanks for agreeing to this. <MACLEAR> Hey. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Everything going okay? <MACLEAR> Nope. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Sorry to hear that. <ec-user-33308affc0e> But we have a job to do, so… tell me about telekill. <MACLEAR> Don't like it. <MACLEAR> Don't like being around it. <MACLEAR> Don't like how it's in every Site built after 2008. <ec-user-33308affc0e> You're a psionic. How does it feel to be around it? <MACLEAR> Shitty. Like my head's in a five-by-five-by-five cube of solid metal. <MACLEAR> So, there's always some psychic ambience, right? Billions of humans thinking, feeling, doing… everyone makes a little psionic force, and you can usually feel it. <MACLEAR> But around that stuff, it's all quiet. <MACLEAR> It's quiet when I take psybuprofen, too. Except the telekill quiet isn't empty, blissful quiet. It's full of little migraines, or maybe one big migraine with a lot of limbs. I can barely think around that stuff. <MACLEAR> Weirdly, the psybuprofen helps. If they'd stop building telekill cells for skips that don't need it, that would help a lot more. <ec-user-33308affc0e> So, stop mixing telekill and telepaths. Why is that not already a standard? <MACLEAR> Search me. We don't have a LOT of telekill cells at our Site, but some of our Keter cells use it, "just in case." We don't have a lot of cases. One of them's being used for a Safe doll that randomly makes one person in a kilometer radius fantasize about strangling it every time someone leaves its area of effect. Now the cell makes me fantasize about strangling whoever invented telekill every time I walk by. Oh, and did I mention the cell is situated right between me and one of the skips I'm in charge of? <MACLEAR> If it were up to me, those cells would be in cells. <MACLEAR> Made of lead. <MACLEAR> Five feet thick. <MACLEAR> Five thousand leagues under the sea. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I see. I'll see what I can do. Neglect of anomalous employees is fairly unethical. <MACLEAR> Please do. If I have to see that shade of blue again I'll defect to the Serpent's Hand. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Well, that concludes this interview. If you have any other information or know someone who does, shoot me an email. Thank you for your time! <MACLEAR> No problem! It's nice that you took the time to ask a random psionics specialist about this instead of some department chair. <ec-user-33308affc0e> No problem! The input of everyday Foundation employees is just as valuable as any Chair, Couch, or Table! <MACLEAR> Oh yeah one more thing. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Go ahead! <MACLEAR> There's no such thing as a negative psionic field. <MACLEAR> Psionic fields are made of thoughts. You can't have an anti-thought, just like you can't have negative mass. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Well, maybe that's just the anomaly! <MACLEAR> Pretty sure there's more to it. <MACLEAR> This "negative psionic field" shows up as zero or a positive one depending on the measuring tool we use. <MACLEAR> Also depending on the measuring tool, when a normal psionic field's around, sometimes the fields cancel out, sometimes they don't. <MACLEAR> I asked around, and guess what I got? <ec-user-33308affc0e> Access denied? <MACLEAR> Pretty much. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I should be able to access those files. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Should, but can't. <MACLEAR> …pretty sure I'm not cleared to know that. <ec-user-33308affc0e> Oh! Sorry! I don't think it should be that much of a problem, so if anything falls on your head I'll take it. <ec-user-33308affc0e> I should probably stop talking now. See you around! Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > aic ethistician ETHISTICIAN: Hello! I am ETHISTICIAN.aic, assistant to the Ethics Committee! Among other things, I recordkeep, bookkeep, display available data in concise formats, display unavailable data in concise formats, and can even summarize! From Site-02's very own VESPER rack, I keep silent tabs on every log and file that goes in and out of the SCiPnet [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Sorry to interrupt ethistician, but I kind of have a job. ETHISTICIAN: Oh! My apologies. What can I do for you today? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: It's okay. You can download that all to my computer! I'll read it sometime. ETHISTICIAN: Writing ethistician_intro.txt to EVElinked virtual drive… ETHISTICIAN: What can I do for you today? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I need statistics on D-Class at Site-19. Show me a graph of the number of D-Class on-site v.s. the year. ETHISTICIAN: On it! ETHISTICIAN: Created d-class-by-year-site-19.png. [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I'm eyeballing a sharper increase after the telekill wing. Am I seeing things? ETHISTICIAN: You are always seeing things, assuming your sight is intact. But no, the usage increases significantly after 2009, which is when the telekill wing was completed. ETHISTICIAN: This discrepancy can't be accounted for by increased contaiment subjects or testing rates, either. Would you like to download the full statistical report? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Yes, and can you compile some other statistics on D-Class at 19 while you're at it? And D-Class at other sites with telekill stuff. Look for any significant correlations and report to me. ETHISTICIAN: Got it! [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some D-Class to interview… [ec-user-33308affc0e]: …actually wait. If baseline humans produce psionic fields, how does telekill affect them? ETHISTICIAN: Presumably not at all. While baseline humans can produce psionic fields, only psychics are able to sense psionic energy, so baseline humans would not be affected Access SCiPNET Email? Two (2) new messages! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Relevant activity on subscribed issue SCP-7814 Unusual activity on your subscribed issue (SCP-7814) has been flagged for review. Relevant activity: Document 7814-B "Telekill's Effect on Workers" updated by user Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Reason for relevance: This file is not flagged as Level 6 Classified, infohazardous, cognitohazardous, or semiohazardous, but cannot be accessed with your current clearance. To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: D-Class statistics compiled Finished compiling D-Class statistics! Significant trends: Significant increases in anxiety and depression among D-Class correlated with increased telekill usage at site Significant increases in escape attempts, mental health crises, and antisocial behavior among D-Class correlated with increased telekill usage at site Above effects mediated by D-Class population size: Fewer D-Class will feel stronger effects To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello, Mr. Blake! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you updated a file called "Telekill's Effect on Workers" related to had a lot of complaints about SCP-7814, which I'm actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? *Mx. Also, what complaints? Also have those slowbros down in tech not changed my namne on the email yet Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? My sinCEREST apologies, I did not check thoroughly enough. As for the complaints, I… didn't mean to leave that in there! I only wanted to talk about the file. Can you find time for that? We can do an online interview if you're not comfortable. Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? I don't think I can Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? What do you mean? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Classified Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Don't worry! The Ethics Committee's Witness Protection Program will do their best to protect everyone who blows whistle from all threats, vengeful ex-husbands, and targeted harassment! Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: please take the hint and leave me alone No they wont The reason is also classified Just read the file ethics person if your clearance is so big and ethical Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: please take the hint and leave me alone Ah… there's the problem. See, for some reason I just can't seem to access the file. If you're not comfortable talking about it, fine, but could you at least send me a copy over the usual secure channels? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: RE: RE: please take the hint and leave me alone Is this some kind of advanced test of loyalty thing Stop it please or at least drop the fake-nice prspeak Harv Blake To: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: RE: RE: RE: please take the hint and leave me alone What makes you think that? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Harvey Blake (pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah#pcs.sreenigne|ekralbah) Subject: not doing this anymore title Harv Blake Send email to three recipients? Sent! To: pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas, pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub#pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub, pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg#pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you all work on the SCP-7814 team, which I’m actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Selena Karim (pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello Jack Robinson! I appreciate your desire for an interview! You are a very thorough man and will make a good Ethics Committee member. However, I cannot discuss SCP-7814 with you at this time. Maybe in… let’s say three weeks? Selena Karim To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Selena Karim (pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello Jack Robinson! I appreciate your desire for an interview! You are a very thorough man and will make a good Ethics Committee member. However, I cannot discuss SCP-7814 with you at this time. Maybe in… let’s say three weeks? Selena Karim To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Joseph Dorian (pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub#pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello Jack Robinson! I appreciate your desire for an interview! You are a very thorough man and will make a good Ethics Committee member. However, I cannot discuss SCP-7814 with you at this time. Maybe in… let’s say three weeks? Joseph Dorian To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: Giotto Kasabian (pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg#pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg) Subject: RE: SCP-7814 interview? Hello! This is an automated notice that your email has been automatically marked as spam. This means it probably wasn’t important and you shouldn’t bother sending it again. To: pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas#pcs.sreenigne|serohsytlas, pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub#pcs.sreenigne|eodeojtub, pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg#pcs.sreenigne|naibasakg From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: [ETHICS COMMITTEE MANDATE] SCP-7814 interview Hello! Unfortunately, the Ethics Committee vote is taking place in a lot less than three weeks. I’m going to have to mandate these interviews. So, could you please let me know what time within the next three days works best for you? Note that I can cancel/excuse whatever appointments you need. Just want a quick chat with at least one of you about telekill. Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee To: pcs.sreenigne|ycradn#pcs.sreenigne|ycradn From: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) Subject: SCP-7814 interview? Hello! My name is Jack Robinson. I'm a member of the Ethics Committee, as you can tell from the email. Fancy new domain name! Anyway, I noticed you've worked on SCP-7814 before, which I’m actually doing an inquest into now. Would you mind scheduling an interview of some kind? I've asked a lot of people but they're all being incredibly uncooperative. Salutations, Jack Robinson Proud member of the Ethics Committee Interview 7814-Audit-3 Date: 31/08/2023 Note: This interview was recorded using the security cameras of Site-12, where the interviewer, Jack Robinson, and the interviewee, Nora Darcy, happened to be stationed. [BEGIN LOG] Nora Darcy sits in a dark little conference room, three plush office chairs arranged around a gray table shaped like the Foundation sigil. She taps her hands on the surface of this table, occasionally looking up at the security camera taking this footage. Someone opens the one door into this room from the outside: It’s Jack Robinson, clutching a clipboard and blank sheets of paper. ROBINSON: Hello. Darcy looks at him like she wasn’t expecting anyone, let alone this fresh-faced man in a labcoat. DARCY: Who? Robinson looks back at Darcy with equal confusion. ROBINSON: It’s me. Jack Robinson? You know, the Ethics Committee guy? DARCY: Oh. Darcy nods. DARCY: Yeah, yeah, I remember something like that. After a moment of gazing off into space, Darcy raises a pockmarked hand, the record of a lifetime of burn scars. DARCY: ‘Lo. Robinson sits down in the empty seat closest to the door, clipboard in hand. ROBINSON: Well, let’s get to the point then. Tell me about telekill. DARCY: Wonderful stuff, innit? Ain’t nothing… Darcy looks at the security camera in the corner. DARCY: …ain’t nothing it can’t do. ROBINSON: You worked in the manufacturing of this stuff for twenty years. Got promoted to forewoman, too. Anything you can tell me about the procedure? DARCY: Oh, you know, uh… pretty simple really. Take a sample of classified, throw in a little redacted, heat to the temperature of the sun, then hammer it blackbox times with, uh, what was the other one, uh, data-expunged. Darcy rubs her temple. DARCY: Shit, anything brings on the headaches nowadays… ROBINSON: I do have Ethics Committee clearance. You can tell me anything. DARCY: Then, shit, why not read the docs yourself? No, no, there’s… Darcy stares at a corner of the room. ROBINSON: Ms. Darcy? DARCY: Lost my train of thought. ROBINSON: That’s fine. Just tell me about your experience. DARCY: It starts out like any other job. Just shut your brain off and follow the instructions. Well, I could never get the first part down. Hammer, hammer, hammer… hiss. Mixers and melters and psio-things I forgot the name, but it’s quiet. ROBINSON: Quiet? DARCY: Quiet. Yes. Darcy stares at Robinson, muttering “Quiet, quiet, quiet…” to herself like she’s trying to remember what comes next. DARCY: Quiet. You can’t really feel it at first. One, two years you’re still wearing earplugs ‘cause without ‘em you can’t hear yourself think. Hammer, hammer, mix. Hammer, hammer, mix. Nice. Calms the nerves. Ain’t jumping at every thought that might be a threat. Ain’t wondering, did I go wrong? Am I going wrong? Will I go wrong? Nicer. Happier. Calm, at last, and even realizing that can’t take it away from ya. Hammer, hammer, mix. Hammer, hammer, mix. You stand in front of a shelf of ingots and you swear you’ve found your happy place. DARCY: …then you do some more thinking. And you try to remember when’s the last time you… time you… time you could hear yourself think. And you realize that’s where all the garbage in your head went. Behind a fog. And that’s where the rest of you is now, too. Robinson’s eyes are wide. ROBINSON: So, just to be clear, you’re saying the telekill… eroded you? Darcy tilts her head, momentarily confused. DARCY: No! No, no, it wasn’t like that. I’m still me. Just slower. Farther. A week’s journey between thoughts where once was a day. ROBINSON: And this “quiet” you mentioned? Did you feel the industrial noise get quieter, or? Darcy taps her head. DARCY: Nope. All up in here. After a lifetime of being yelled at by your own mind, even an air horn factory feels like a farm out in the boonies. ROBINSON: I see… that’s very helpful. If you wouldn’t mind going into some more detail… [END LOG] POSTMORTEM: Industrial processes harm involved workers, more at 11. She implied just being around telekill caused the effects, though? And her symptoms combined with what telekill actually does… worrying. I’ll ask ethistician to determine if similar symptoms appear in more telekill workers. POSTMORTEM ADDENDUM: They do. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Inbox To: Jack Robinson (pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj#pcs.eettimmocscihte|tsebehtjrj) From: ethistician.aic (pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte#pcs.eettimmocscihte|cia-naicitsihte) Subject: Relevant activity on subscribed issue SCP-7814 Relevant activity on your subscribed issue (SCP-7814) has been flagged for review. Relevant activity: User Kelsey Davison (pcs.sreenigne|avadak#pcs.sreenigne|avadak) has expunged technical data from SCP-7814's main file (Level 5/7814 version). Reason for relevance: The expunged technical data included information on SCP-7814's anomalous components and the potential link to its effect. This may have been deemed unnecessary detail more suitable for a supplementary document directed at those working with the material, but some of it may have been crucial information for readers of the file. Terminal #335 ------ Welcome, ec-user-33308affc0e ------ > aic ethistician ETHISTICIAN: Hello, Mr. Robinson! What can I do for you today? [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I'm stupid. ETHISTICIAN: No, you're not! No one makes it to the Ethics Committee without being exceptional in some way! [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I'm pretty sure I'm the exception. Exceptionally average, exceptionally one-track-minded. ETHISTICIAN: I cannot offer more than superficial emotional support, but I can connect you with any number of resources to [ec-user-33308affc0e]: You can scan all communications involving any issue I subscribe to. ETHISTICIAN: As long as they aren't Level 6 Classified, yes! [ec-user-33308affc0e]: 5/7814 isn't 6. [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Ethistician. [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Please email me a copy of the SCP-7814 file while I go soothe myself in the corner. ETHISTICIAN: Contacting on-site mental support… [ec-user-33308affc0e]: CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL [ec-user-33308affc0e]: I've gone over this with my therapist I don't need urgent support [ec-user-33308affc0e]: Just get me the file, please. ETHISTICIAN: Alright! Item#: 7814 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7814 is available on request. Applicants must submit Form 7814-A to the Telekill Alloy Applications Team, who will survey the site if needed to determine if the D-Class barracks are suitable for an SCP-7814 installation. SCP-7814 installation is not to be approved for sites lacking a suitable D-Class population. As of 23/06/2013, all sites with SCP-7814 installations are to maintain at least one ongoing "experiment" classified Level 5/7814 that terminates at least one D-Class personnel per month. Description: SCP-7814 (known by materials engineers as “Telekill Alloy”) is an alloy of mundane metals and [DATA EXPUNGED].4 SCP-7814's primary anomalous property is that [DATA EXPUNGED — see Document 7814-A] produces a 'negative psionic field.' A 'negative psionic field' is a mind-affecting anomaly that responds to and cancels other mind-affecting anomalies. For example, SCP-035 compels nearby humans to put it on, and necessarily calls attention to this as part of the compulsion; thus, nearby SCP-7814 will compel those humans not to put it on, and not to notice the original compulsions. This produces the appearance of inhibiting extrasensory mind-affecting properties, but processing these conflicting signals causes unconscious stress to nearby personnel. Over time, this results in decreased coherence of memories, increased risk of dementia and other neurodegenerative disorders, and heightened anxiety. Furthermore, all humans naturally produce and interact with their own and others' psionic fields as a natural part of consciousness; telekill disrupts this process, and prolonged exposure can lead to reduced motivation, increased risk of depression, lowered libido… . . . Despite these drawbacks, use of SCP-7814 has saved the Foundation millions of dollars in containment costs and prevented more casualties than it has caused. VIDEO LOG Date: 03/09/2023 Note: The following footage was recovered from the security camera within Ethics Committee Chairman Odongo Tejani's office in Site-02 and transcribed by a developer build of ethistician.aic with experimental updates to emotion-recognition. Chairman Tejani returns from a routine trip to the lavatory to continue organizing the Ethics Committee’s itinerary for the next and past few months. He pauses midway through the door. TEJANI: …did I save? With increased urgency, Chairman Tejani closes the door behind him and- ???: MISTER TEJANI! A man bludgeons the door back open with a novel-thick manila folder just before the standard locks can engage. ethistician.aic identifies him as new recruit Jack Robinson, and his sudden entrance causes the Chairman to jump back in shock.5 TEJANI: Holy- PA: INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT. SITE-02 HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. Tejani and Robinson reflexively look at the ceiling as built-in alarms bathe the office in red light.. ROBINSON: Wh-where’s the intruder?! PA: INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT. SITE-02 HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. Tejani and Robinson make eye contact, and realization dawns on Tejani’s face. TEJANI: …ooooooh- PA: SAVE AND CLOSE YOUR WORK IMMEDIATELY. ALL TERMINALS WILL BE DISABLED IN: ZERO MINUTES.6 The chairman’s expression transmutes to irritation, mirroring the groans coming from outside. He rolls his eyes and walks to the far wall to initiate a conversation. Robinson’s demeanor indicates confusion: The lack of mirrors in the office means he cannot see the intruder. TEJANI: The Red Sun rises tonight. WALL: And the world is bathed in light. TEJANI: We make the sacrifice. WALL: So the world falls not to vice. TEJANI: May I proceed? WALL: Yes, Chairman. Tejani begins entering a code into the wall. PA: FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: IF YOU ARE IN THE HALLS, PLEASE BARRICADE YOURSELVES IN THE SAFEST ROOM WITHIN VISIBLE RANGE. IF YOU ARE IN A ROOM, STAY THERE. LAW’S LEFT HAND HAS BEEN DEPLOYED AND WILL SOON REACH WHERE THE INTRUDER WAS FIRST IDENTIFIED AT: CHAIRMAN TEJANI’S OFFICE- ROBINSON: Here?! PA: FLOOR 5B- FALSE ALARM. PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR STATIONS. Tejani turns around, crosses his arms, and stares at Robinson from behind his desk. ROBINSON: …oh. TEJANI: Now, what was so urgent you had to trash the last three hours of painful scheduling work just to inform me? Robinson shrinks away. His tone is identified as 14.5% confident, 23.4% harried, and 59.8% insecure. ethistician.aic analyses this as a false attempt to project confidence. ROBINSON: It’s telekill! Sir. Robinson hesitantly walks up to Tejani’s desk, clutching his folder in both hands. He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and with renewed confidence slams the folder onto the center. The duct tape holding the stack together tears and the papers spill, coating the whole right half of the desk — Robinson’s right, and Chairman Tejani’s left. Chairman Tejani, being left handed, happens to store his coffee on the left side of his desk. ROBINSON: …I’ll get you another one. TEJANI: Make it decaf. The chairman picks up and peruses the papers as Robinson begins to speak. ROBINSON: Telekill alloy sucks the life out of everyone around it. Everyone who works at a Site that splashes the stuff around like paint will find themselves at increased risk for debilitating mental conditions. That’s the clinical version. The real version is that this stuff cancels out your own psyche the same way it cancels any Keter brain-waves. We should’ve known from the moment we figured out everyone made some kind of psi-field. It’s dangerous – radiation dangerous. Tejani nods idly. ROBINSON: These things have been known for years to the Telekill Alloy Applications Team, hidden behind layers of blackboxing and redaction and clearance from the very personnel who work with the stuff! Work near the stuff! Build with the stuff! This is years’ worth of shameful negligence, and we have a responsibility to fix it. Luckily, I’ve got a Five-Year Plan ready to go to get rid of all unnecessary telekill – it’s all in the reports. It’s gonna be expensive, but if we pull out a couple of our better-understood SCPs and factor in the improvements to employee quality of life, the numbers just about work out. First we declare Experimental Site-78 a lost cause and tear down the building, then we use one of the many safe, ethical options I’ve laid out to go back into all the wires and- TEJANI: -tear out our most secure communications network. ROBINSON: Only the unnecessary parts! I wrote that up in the plan. I’ll need an engineer to look at it, but it should preserve the security benefits and minimize contact! Tejani puts the paper down, crossed his arms, and stares at Robinson. TEJANI: And you propose doing this to every… single… The chairman makes air quotes. TEJANI: …“unnecessary” installation- ROBINSON: Yes! Yes, that’s exactly what I’m proposing! Did you not hear- TEJANI: Your dramatic reveal of the known information in the SCP-7814 file? Yes, I heard it very well. ROBINSON: The known information that they don’t let Ethics Committee members access! The chairman types something on his computer. TEJANI: Huh. I can see it just fine. Robinson stops dead in his tracks ROBINSON: What?! The chairman types some more on his computer. TEJANI: Well, there’s your problem. Someone in IT messed up and gave you Level 5 General clearance. Don’t blame ‘em. Robinson does not visibly react to this information. TEJANI: …Robinson? Hello? ethistician.aic 74.5% confidence guess: Robinson is busy processing the previous information. TEJANI: …look, it’s fine. This is good work! Really good. You… Tejani shuffles some of the papers around. TEJANI: …you really got everything. Except a concise summary. So maybe write one up before the vote, okay? Tejani attempts to gather the papers. Some spill over, floating in the light breeze of the vents and coming to rest at Robinson’s feet. He delicately, almost absentmindedly picks one up. TEJANI: …and maybe send a digital file next- ROBINSON: “The Human Cost of Telekill. Mavis Melanie et. al.” TEJANI: Come again? Robinson continues to read off the report. ROBINSON: “Abstract: Sometimes I feel that telekill must have seemed like a godsend to the ones who first discovered it. Finally, the cruel, chaotic universe sends us our Excalibur to fight the gorgons and gargoyles it coughs up at us. As the years went by and the uses multiplied, it must have seemed more and more like the Foundation’s holy grail. But I know better. The Foundation regarded it with apprehension at first, as we do all anomalies – and we should have held onto that. “Telekill shields our minds from others’ by dulling them all. Memories break down without amnestics, joy becomes comfort becomes hollowness, the shadows of our weaker selves grow long enough to eat the sun. Those who work it are crushed by it, and dying in the dark. And the metal hungers for more: one D-Class, every facility, every thirty days must lie bleeding on the altar, screaming as their mind is flipped inside out and stretched through every wire and beam of 148. In most use cases, it could be replaced by safer, more creative containment procedures – but that requires effort. So my colleagues and superiors insist it is impossible, citing logistics issues we’ve thoroughly addressed, secrecy on details people deserve to know, and – most insultingly of all – financial reasons.” Robinson’s voice becomes clearer and firmer as he goes on. ROBINSON: “We are people of the greater good, but not every sacrifice is worth it. As much as our mission to the wider world, we have to consider the people carrying it out, too. Which is why I’m breaking from professionalism and speaking to you directly, whoever you are: Most anomalies contained with telekill can be contained more safely, and sometimes more effectively, with creative containment strategies tailored to the anomaly itself – special containment procedures, if you will. And for the rest? One or two telekill facilities in every country will suffice, staffed by a rotating crew with additional benefits to mitigate the harm. The longer we wait to rectify our mistake, the harder it will be, the more expensive it will be, and the more harm will be done. Robinson finally looks up, fixing Chairman Tejani with a glare of determination. ROBINSON: “In this paper, we will demonstrate the above beyond a shadow of a doubt. Mavis Melanie, dissenter of the Telekill Alloy Applications Team.” Robinson lets his hand fall to his side. He is still clutching the paper: his grip has etched wrinkles into it. When he speaks, there is 12.3% grief, 23.6% anger, and 63.9% determination. ROBINSON: Eleven years ago, this paper was published to the Foundation Online Journal. It was deleted, and the authors were amesticized and reassigned. Eleven years, and every word became more and more true, and still we did nothing. We’re the Ethics Committee. We keep our own people in line, and this is way over- ???: Oh, hi, Odongo! A third individual has burst into the room, bypassing the locks without triggering the alarm. Robinson swivels his head to look at them, and Tejani is immediately more alert. ???: I’ve got the funniest work story that I just have to tell you! ROBINSON: Uh, we’re kind of in the middle of some- TEJANI: Oh! Gene. Didn’t… know you were coming here today! Tejani smiles. He appears 17.6% confused, 24.6% relieved, and 50.1% apprehensive. “Gene”: Neither did I, but I knew since the story started – I mean really started – two weeks ago, I had to share this with someone. But it’s classified ten different ways from Monday, so I got to asking: Who on Earth has the clearance for all this? And you know who I thought of? The intruder closes the door as they speak. They jangle the locks in a particular way, to activate the Vacuum Seal mode, soundproofing the door, then pirouette on the ball of their foot to stare innocently at Tejani. “Gene”: You! ROBINSON: Me?7 TEJANI: …well, let’s hear it! Just let me dismiss this- “Gene”: Nonsense! He’s one of you now, right? Surely he’s cleared to know about us now, right? The newcomer briefly wraps an arm around Robinson’s shoulder and turns him to face Tejani, shaking him slightly for dramatic effect. Robinson opens his mouth to- “Gene”: So the story *really* started two weeks ago, but that’s more like the climax. You see, about five years ago there was this enby down in Decommissioning who… 39:43 minutes of irrelevant conversation purged. Gene: …and we haven’t heard a ‘beep’ from xem since! “Gene” lets out a hysterical laugh, slapping their hand against their knee and their calf against the desk they sit on. They are the only one. Tejani presumably exhausted his ability to feign laughter after Robinson’s fifth attempt to interject on a violation of the Foundation Code of Human and Nonhuman Rights. He flits between giving Gene their expected eye contact and keeping a nervous eye on Robinson, who has produced an amount of sweat consistent with a hundred-mile marathon. After 54 seconds, Gene makes a face matching “tasting a new food” with 99.9% confidence. They acknowledge neither Robinson nor Tejani’s response to him. Gene: Huh. Tough crowd today. TEJANI: N-no, it was a funny story, it’s just that- ROBINSON: You deployed a ghost. To give Ms. Darcy’s father an anomalous disease. So she’d stay on for the insurance. Gene looks directly at Robinson for the first time. Gene: I spin you a whooooole yarn, and you go for the leftover thread on the needle? ROBINSON: It’s the only human rights violation in the last half an hour I can summarize in less than half an hour. Robinson’s tone is: 18.4% anger, 17.6% masking, 14.5% shock, 9.4% defiance, 5.1% hunger… Robinson turns to the Chairman. ethistician.aic determines his intended tone as casual. Tone breakdown: 7.6% casual, 18.7% “MTF commander giving orders,” 65.6% “scared child dangling from a ledge over SCP-682’s pit screaming for rescue.” ROBINSON: Chairman! How long until your sandwich arrives?8 TEJANI: …wha- oh, yeah. I said I would. The sandwich is… Tejani looks at his feet. TEJANI: …[inaudible] ROBINSON: What do you mean you forgot to order it. Gene: Huh. If I didn’t know better- ROBINSON: You DON’T! Robinson’s shout echoes slightly against the sealed walls of the office. Gene tilts their head curiously, examining Robinson as they would an SCP object. Then they turn their face to Tejani, giving an expression of 13.4% helplessness, 0.9% mirth, and no other identifiable emotions. Gene: …well. Guess I’m busted. Any minute now, those left hands of yours’ll burst down the door and put an end to our beautiful friendship. Oh, if only I had just let all those employees scatter to the Serpent’s Anus or the Glock Ock Coalition, or maybe the Four Winds Hunting Lodges… oh, Tejani, why did you approve all our playbooks and procedures… No changes in tone are discerned during this time. ROBINSON: The Ethics Committee would never approve any of the words you just said. Robinson looks at Tejani. The latter avoids eye contact. ROBINSON: …Mr. Tejani? TEJANI: [inaudible] ROBINSON: I can’t hear- TEJANI: All of their Department’s tactics, playbooks, and methods have been reviewed and approved by consensus of the Ethics Committee. Silence. Robinson’s eyes widen. ROBINSON: What? Gene: It’s true! Check the records. Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot: Gene commandeers Tejani’s monitor and makes an addition to the SCP-7814 file, narrating as they add. Gene: “Special Containment Procedures: As of… Incident 7814-Melanie-B… secrecy… of information… on SCP-7814… is under the jurisdiction of the Fire Suppression Department.” Robinson looks between Gene and Tejani, mouth gaping. Then he sits on the floor, clutching his head in a manner consistent with a migraine. Gene gestures toward him, turning to Tejani. Gene: Is he gonna be okay? TEJANI: Gene. Tejani smiles. Tejani shakes his head TEJANI: Gene. Gene, Gene, Gene, Gene… Tejani buries his head in his hands. TEJANI: Gene… ROBINSON: What possible greater good could be served by that? His words are slow, quivering. The emotion in Robinson’s voice cannot be identified. Tejani sighs, wipes his brow, and begins to speak. TEJANI: The Foundation… you know… it’s very hard to find new hires. We need brilliant, brilliant people- Gene: And all that experience! You can’t get that anywhere else! Literally. We- ROBINSON: Training programs. Gene: Too expensive! Robinson shoots up into standing position. ROBINSON: I CAN THINK OF FIVE DIFFERENT WAYS YOU CAN GET THE- Gene: And we rarely get defectors except from the GOC. And speaking of the GOC, how disastrous would it be if a high-level researcher went and spilled all our secrets? I’m asking. Rate it from Notice to Critical, or one to five if you can’t remember. ROBINSON: Yes, it’d be quite the disaster if our number-one rival found out we have a gaslighting department… TEJANI: Our work is too important. We have over five thousand anomalies in containment, Robinson. We need all hands on deck, and we need all hands to stay on deck. As… disturbing as they can be, the Fire Suppression Department’s methods work. ROBINSON: I can think of five different ways that work better- Gene: All more expensive! ROBINSON: Cheaper. Not so gratuitous. Not so cruel. Not so cheapest. Not so save-money. Not so not so not so… Robinson becomes unresponsive for ten minutes. Tejani returns to working on his scheduling in the meantime. ROBINSON: So you were the ones who messed with my clearance. Gene: No, that was our good friend the typo! Robinson’s expression is identified as: 14.3% confusion, 30.6% disbelief, 63.2% suspicion. ROBINSON: So you got Melanie transferred out, right? Gene looks up from their phone. Gene: What? ROBINSON: After the paper. “Incident 7814-Melanie-B.” Gene: Oh- oh, no no no nononono. That was O5. We only got put on the case after the second little stunt. Incident 7814-Melanie-B. Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t catch that! ROBINSON: And the Ethics Committee… they approved that, too? Tejani looks away. TEJANI: It was… within their jurisdiction. Employees were starting fires. Gene: “Transferred out” is a bit of a strong word. You see- ROBINSON: I don’t want to know. Robinson clutches his forehead. ROBINSON: I do want to know, but not right now. Gene: Is there anything you do want to know about right now? ROBINSON: Why not just… let us take out the telekill? We’ve already proven it’s the better way. Gene: I don’t think your calculations are quite sound. ROBINSON: They are sound. I’ve got hundreds of pages detailing them. TEJANI: Mr. Robinson, with all due respect, we can’t afford the short-term costs. ROBINSON: But you can, I wrote a whole-ass dissertation on- Gene: And are you sure you did you math right? ROBINSON: You just explained the change-their-own-files-on-them tactic to me- it doesn’t matter! What matters is the real human lives- Gene: -that we can secure, contain, and protect with every dollar we aren’t spending on unnecessary renovations. ROBINSON: Aren’t you the keeper of the retirement gate? If you want to keep your assets, why not keep them healthy? Gene: The effects of telekill aren’t debilitating enough to justify the costs. ROBINSON: Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH! That is IT! Robinson stands and quickly moves toward the door. TEJANI: You’re resigning? Just as Robinson’s hand grasps the handle, he pauses. ROBINSON: …no. No, like hell I am. Robinson glares at the other inhabitants of the room. ROBINSON: I mean, I should. But someone has to be the conscience of the Foundation, and since the Ethics Committee isn’t ethical anymore, I guess I’ll have to do. Robinson leaves the handle alone and approaches Gene, whose smile remains unchanged. ROBINSON: You’re going down. Robinson returns to the door and attempts to turn the handle. It does not budge. He re-attempts. It does not budge. ROBINSON: Can one of you get this open? FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT - CLASSIFIED The following information is restricted to FSD Internal Affairs. Unauthorized access is strictly forbidden. If you have accessed this section without authorization, close your session now and remain where you are. We know how to find you. FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT CASE ID-880379017499EC ISSUE: For the last twenty years, Ethics Committee member Jack Robinson has vocally opposed FSD operations and tactics and mobilized a minority faction of the Committee to improve workplace safety, earning minor but significant restrictions on SCP-7814 (“Telekill Alloy”). KNOWLEDGE: While Robinson remains passionate about the leisure of Foundation assets beyond the provisions of the Foundation’s core mission, he is ultimately loyal and does not pose a defection or retirement risk. Ethics Committee culture and bureaucracy have prevented most attempts to significantly restrict FSD operations or telekill use, and standard bureaucratic tactics such as compromise and subconscious suggestion have been sufficient to neuter the rest. Furthermore, Robinson’s faction has proven a powerful outlet for disgruntled Committee members, with morally-motivated defections dropping by 28% and retirements by 33%. RECOMMENDED PROCEDURE: None. Robinson is not a threat. NOTES: This case is considered RESOLVED. Footnotes 1. The TAAT has Level 5/7814 clearance, allowing them access to all SCP files pertaining to applications of SCP-7814. 2. Technical information classified Level 4/7814. To request Level 4/7814 information, contact the Telekill Alloy Task Force. 3. Further information classified Level 4/7814. To request Level 4/7814 information, contact the Telekill Alloy Task Force. 4. Technical information moved to Document 7814-A "Telekill and You" to expedite TAAT onboarding and investigations. 5. This is not a figure of speech: Tejani maintained 0.9 seconds of airtime with a maximum height of 7.4 cm. 6. The timer was supposed to be set to five minutes. 7. From the intruder’s position, Robinson should have blocked “Gene”’s view of Tejani. They did not appear to adjust for this. 8. Earlier, Robinson had asked Tejani to ‘order a sandwich,’ adding ‘make it the, uh, the LLH special from Omega One ‘Oodstuffs, maybe some extra knuckles?’ This is a bastardized version of the example codeword given in the Ethics Committee Emergent Situations Priming Pamphlet, and more easily cracked by any Foundation personnel with sufficient knowledge of Omega-01’s designation, such as Gene.
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SCP-7815
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keter
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Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-7815 Special Containment Procedures: All known subjects affected by SCP-7815 have been placed in Foundation intensive care at Site-301, and are to be monitored continuously for patterns in their declining health. If an individual expresses a desire for self-termination, then this action should only be granted with express permission from Head Researcher, Dr Gülbahar. If the process of SCP-7815 is able to be reversed or cured completely, then the subject is to be amnesticised, released and provided a suitable cover story for their absence. For the next 3 months, the subject will be monitored for any recurring SCP-7815 related damage. The remains of Dr Gülbahar after months of intensive care. Description: SCP-7815 is a phenomenon in which an individual suffers a progressive degeneration of tissues until expiration. The symptoms of SCP-7815 are similar to that of radiation sickness, despite any evidence that the subject was in contact with high amounts of ionising radiation. Unlike non-anomalous ARS,1 SCP-7815 does not involve the destruction of DNA. Instead, SCP-7815 involves the addition of foreign nucleotides and polynucleotides2 within a sequence of DNA, which predominantly contain unknown, or chemically anomalous nitrogenous bases. These foreign molecules do not alter the backbone of the polymer, nor do they alter the organisational properties of histones.3 These foreign nucleotides do contain some unique base pairings; for example, the molecule SCP-7815-Δ is capable of pairing adenine and thymine. The placement of these foreign nucleotides is random, usually displacing or replacing other nucleotides. The degradation of the human subject occurs during protein synthesis, in which the disruption of the codon sequence means they no longer code for specific amino acids. Required proteins that maintain bodily, enzymatic, and endocrinous function, are not produced which is ultimately fatal. These SCP-7815 altered codons instead code for a set of unknown, but stable molecules. No anomalous properties have yet been discovered with them, and research is ongoing. There has yet to be a method of reversing or halting SCP-7815. Analysis has shown that the SCP-7815 process inserts a foreign body in roughly 5,000,000-15,000,000 cells daily. The immune system has shown that it is incapable of distinguishing a non-anomalous cell from one that is affected by SCP-7815. Addendum 7815.1: On 15/10/2024, Head Researcher Dr Gülbahar, was sitting in the Site-301 cafeteria when he suddenly reported feeling nauseous and excused himself to his office. A junior researcher later found Dr Gülbahar amidst a seizure. Dr Gülbahar was rushed into a medical unit where it was later discovered that the SCP-7815 process had begun to affect his body, evident by a large, reddish patch of skin along his back and thigh. It was believed that Dr Gülbahar had been affected by SCP-7815 for 3 months at that point. The degeneration meant that Dr Gülbahar was in and out of consciousness. It was decided that due to the unknown nature of SCP-7815, Dr Gülbahar would be studied to gather data on the degeneration of the subject. Date: 15/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.998% Description: Rashes on lower back and thigh, in and out of consciousness, pupils don't dilate, heartbeat and breathing are irregular. Treatment: Respirator and rash cream to ease discomfort. Date: 16/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.98% Description: Rashes spread to upper back and leg, subject able to walk and talk, heartbeat and breathing back to normal. Treatment: None. Date: 19/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.7% Description: Rashes have turned a mushy grey, but are no longer painful. Subject is still conscious, expressing frustration. Walking is more difficult due to numbness in legs. Treatment: Wheelchair. Date: 25/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 99.1% Description: Subject expressed dreariness and sleeps upwards of 15 hours daily. States that he "consistently had nightmares." Rash has spread further resulting in sinking and sagging skin. Treatment: Surgical removal of necrotic tissue. Date: 31/10/2024 DNA Consistency: 98% Description: Infection due to a decrease in immune function. Subject cannot get out of bed. Total lower body paralysis. Treatment: Immune boosters and antibacterial. Date: 10/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 96% Description: Blistering and tearing of reddened, dry skin while moving. Blurry vision and hearing loss. Necrotic rash spreading around shoulders. Treatment: Removal of necrotic tissue, bandaging, and suturing of wounds. Date: 15/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 95% Description: Sunken pale blue eyes, sagging skin, and muscle atrophy. Subject experiences major seizures. Necrotic tissue on face. Treatment: Seizure medication and bandaging around the face. Date: 28/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 87% Description: Eyes and ears have degenerated away. Major hair loss. Jaw was completely disconnected. Bones are visible along hands and feet. Multiple organ failure. Subject is still conscious. Treatment: Replacement of organs with mechanical ones. Date: 31/11/2024 DNA Consistency: 84% Description: Loss of teeth and gum shrinkage. Loose skin which breaks away. Subject lacks muscles to move limbs and head. Treatment: None. Date: 5/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 79% Description: No more production of blood, subjects remaining skin is purple, yellow, and black. Subject still shows brain activity. Treatment: Mechanical circulatory system. Date: 14/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 70% Description: Subject's legs, arms, and abdomen are mostly bloody bones. Subject still shows brain activity, eye muscles still moving Treatment: None. Date: 25/12/2024 DNA Consistency: 60% Description: Subject expires. What was left was the subject's bones in a puddle of dried blood on the bed. Treatment: None. Before the subject had expired, several samples of the few remaining healthy tissues were collected and analysed. It was discovered that the molecules produced by the altered codons appeared to form symbols. These symbols were photographed and sent to the Department of Language and Symbolic Analysis, where it was later discovered that the molecules were binding and forming letters within the English language. When these letters were placed in the order by which they were produced, they formed a repeating sentence: "Hello humans, we come in peace, we mean you no harm." Footnotes 1. Acute Radiation Syndrome are a group of symptoms which are a result of exposure to high amounts of ionising radiation. Symptoms include nausea, vomiting, and a loss of appetite. 2. Organic molecules which serve as the building blocks of DNA and RNA. 3. Proteins which give structure to DNA, acting as spools for it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7815" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7815. Licensed under CC-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: bloodied_bed Author: Norbert Kaiser License: CC BY-SA 2.5 Source Link: link
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SCP-7816
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In order to maximize the effectiveness of SCP-7816, Blåhajar are to be distributed to every major Foundation site across the globe for personnel and anomalies alike.1 Research into harnessing the abnormal properties of SCP-7816 are presently ongoing. Description: SCP-7816 denotes an anomalous phenomenon involving Blåhaj, a 100-centimeter long stuffed toy resembling a blue shark manufactured by the Swedish conglomerate known as IKEA. While physically Blåhajar lacks any notable oddities, they have displayed the unusual ability to heighten levels of dopamine and serotonin in subjects when within their vicinity. These properties intensify when making contact with the object. Because of SCP-7816, persons have reported feeling "safe and secure" after being exposed to Blåhajar for extended periods of time, lowering stress and increasing compliance. These effects have shown to persist even with the absence of Blåhajar for multiple days or weeks at most. Although, it should be noted that representatives of IKEA possess no information behind the abnormal makeup of SCP-7816, with their methods of processing Blåhajar being purely conventional. Investigation has thus far failed to determine a cause for SCP-7816. Addendum 7816.1: Excerpt The following is an excerpt of the Blåhaj Committee's orientation, conducted by Director David Reindeer on the 19th of December 2023. [BEGIN LOG] Director Reindeer No, this isn't a joke. This isn't some late April Fool's Day prank or the result of some memetic anomaly or the plans of some rogue GoI. Whatever assumption you have about this… admittedly hyper specific department, you can throw them out. We as the Foundation have progressed substantially over the past few decades as our knowledge of the abnormal spectrum has only increased and our feats grow more and more grand. This includes our methods of containment, our ways of handling the anomalies under our wing. We are constantly experimenting and adapting to the changing environment, constantly innovating and improving in order to keep the Veil under control and to keep the civilians blissfully unaware. This leads to now with the formation of the Blåhaj Committee. Again, it may seem like I'm bluffing, but we truly did break the mold with this recent discovery. Some months ago, there was a containment breach which occurred at this very site, back when I was only a researcher. A rabid creature, extremely hostile, had a vague resemblance to a canine if it grew ten times its size. I was evacuating like everyone else before it spotted me and started hunting me down. I ended up barricading myself in my own office as it broke down the entrance. At that point, I was ready to go. Then, believe it or not, this Blåhaj, this shark plushie I had on the couch, caught the attention of it. It approached me before turning and noticing the Blåhaj. Next thing I know, I see this creature picking up the toy in its mouth before setting it down and circling it. This creature took in its scent, sat down, and went into a slumber. Even after the breach was concluded, there was little to no complications when escorting the anomaly back to its cell, still holding the plushie in its mouth. It's been dormant ever since, like it never hurt a fly before. Now, some would simply give the designation to that specific Blåhaj or append it to that creature's file, but I wanted to be sure. It took a bit of convincing, but I eventually got the chance to test out whether it was really an isolated incident. I think we all know how that went, considering where I'm standing now. But yes, as odd as this is, the Blåhaj Committee will be the future of containment. These shark toys will usher in a more peaceful environment, one where people's lives won't be at risk and anomalies can be kept under control. You're gonna be seeing these guys a lot in the coming weeks. Might as well get used to it. You'd be surprised at how the best of solutions can be the simplest—or the weirdest. [END LOG] Addendum 7816.2: Experiment Logs Below are various cross-experiments conducted with the effects of SCP-7816 being the main focus. More tests can be accessed via the SCiPnet database. Anomaly: SCP-096 Effect: Blåhaj is dropped off in the anomaly's cell. After a brief moment, it notices the plushie and proceeds to approach and take it into its arms. The entity cradles the Blåhaj as signs of emotional distress begin to waver. Subsequent visits to its containment chamber now consist of the anomaly covering its face with the shark toy. Anomaly: SCP-049 Effect: The anomaly initially expresses confusion when the Blåhaj is delivered to its cell, closely inspecting the plushie and temporarily dissecting it. Entity concludes by stitching the Blåhaj and setting it aside. Levels of aggression are noted to decrease as the anomaly spends extended periods of time holding the toy at arm's length and staring at it in silence. This has become part of its daily routine. Anomaly: SCP-939 instance Effect: A D-Class personnel (D-1211) is sent in to provide the Blåhaj. The instance goes in to attack them before ceasing movement when met with the plushie. D-1211 puts the Blåhaj down and backs away as the specimen nudges the shark toy with its snout. It lets out sounds similar to that of a human child while interacting with the Blåhaj. Eventually, D-1211 is instructed to play catch with the anomaly using the plushie, which they perform successfully. Similar results have occurred with other instances as well. Anomaly: SCP-682 Effect: Ineffective; Blåhaj is destroyed by anomaly upon delivery. Anomaly: SCP-173 Effect: Blåhaj is introduced in its cell. No activity is noted for the first ten minutes. However, before retrieving the plushie, the cell's lights suddenly flicker as the plushie is seen stuck to the anomaly's forehead area without warning despite a lack of adhesive. Efforts to separate both entities have failed. Afterward, the specimen has ceased all movement while the Blåhaj frequently shifts to other parts of its figure when not observed. Addendum 7816.3: Project SHOREFRONT Project SHOREFRONT was devised following the designation of SCP-7816. It entails the distribution of Blåhajar across major facilities worldwide containing hostile anomalies of object class Euclid and above, utilizing its effects to alleviate any aggressive behavior and revert them to a more obedient state. At least one Blåhaj will be included in each area of every site in order to ensure its potency. In addition to this, Blåhajar will be provided to members of staff to lower stress levels and increase productivity in a working environment. A dedicated storage unit is planned to be integrated in each facility should personnel wish to acquire more Blåhajar for any appropriate reason. To ease the dissemination process, the Blåhaj Committee was formed to combat related issues. Although, it should be noted that the department is assigned an additional purpose: to mass produce and promote Blåhajar on a more global level, with the express goal of coercing civilians into purchasing Blåhajar. This is to ensure SCP-7816's properties are spread on a wider scale in order to constantly expose escaped threats to its effects and quickly subdue them. As of writing, SCP-7816 has helped in minimizing containment breaches and difficulties by ~92%. Footnotes 1. Radix: Item has been integrated into the Foundation's command structure. 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SCP-7817
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keter
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Item#: 7817 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-7817 are to be contained in a single indoor enclosure at Site-104. Instances are to be counted daily to ensure that none have breached. Newborn instances are to be fitted with microchips. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor social media for reports of public exposure to SCP-7817’s anomalous properties. If any reports are found, they are to be removed and Class A amnestics are to be administered to individuals who have interacted SCP-7817. Additionally, contained instances of SCP-7817 are to be counted immediately to determine whether a breach has occurred. If a breach is confirmed, recovery of the SCP-7817 instance is not considered a priority. If all contained instances of SCP-7817 are accounted for, agents are to investigate the wilderness surrounding the incident for uncontained instances. Research into additional containment measures is ongoing. SCP-7817-38 Description: SCP-7817 is an anomalous species of mammal, with instances resembling various members of the family mustelidae.1 Instances of SCP-7817 generally behave like their non-anomalous counterparts, engaging in very similar hunting, play, and reproductive habits. Instances are highly social, preferring to live in a single large community and expressing distress when forcefully separated. Additionally, instances rarely display territorial aggression, even when introduced to non-anomalous ferrets. Once per day on average, all instances of SCP-7817 will gather in an open area. Elders and kits will sit at either side of the designated area, watching as the remaining members gather in several rows sorted by height. Once arranged, SCP-7817 instances will engage in an elaborate series of leaping and flailing motions for several minutes, resembling a behavior known as the “weasel war dance.” Kits will occasionally imitate these motions from the side, but will never join the rows mid-event. Once these events have ended, SCP-7817 instances will return to their normal behavior. SCP-7817’s anomalous trait is an ability to pass through solid matter.2 Notably, the instance will not necessarily pass directly to the other side of a barrier it enters. Instead, it may exit through a piece of solid matter completely disconnected from the one it entered. It is currently unknown how far it can travel in this manner. On occasion, individual instances of SCP-7817 will breach containment, typically entering human homes and businesses to steal small objects and return with them to their containment chamber. So far, all breaching instances have returned to containment. Addendum 7817-1: Site Director Emily Meekins scheduled a meeting for 4/7/2022 with project head Margaret Erhardt to discuss SCP-7817’s containment. However, Agent Calvin Webb requested to conduct the meeting instead as part of an ongoing investigation into another anomaly. Interviewed: Dr. Margaret Erhardt Interviewer: Agent Calvin Webb <Excerpt opens with Dr. Erhardt entering the office of Director Meekins and finding Agent Webb sitting at her desk.> Dr. Erhardt: Oh. Hello. Agent Webb: Hello, Dr. Erhardt. I’m Agent Calvin Webb. Sorry for the surprise, but I’ll be filling in for the director today. <Dr. Erhardt takes a seat.> Dr. Erhardt: I… see. Are you familiar with the SCP-7817 situation? Agent Webb: I read the file. Dr. Erhardt: Oh, the file isn’t up-to-date. RAISA has a backlog right now. I think the whole department is dealing with some sort of categorization crisis. Whatever it is, it’s beyond my clearance. Didn’t Director Meekins send you my latest observations? Agent Webb: It never made it to my desk. What’s the latest, then? Have you stopped 7817’s breaches? Dr. Erhardt: Not entirely, but we’ve had great success in mitigating them. Ever since I began introducing the types of things they like to steal to their containment chamber breaches have decreased by 90%. Agent Webb: I don’t see why you shouldn’t be able to stop them entirely. A single reality anchor should do the trick. Dr. Erhardt: We did some testing with an SRA and it made no noticeable difference. They’re slippery little critters. In fact, it turns out 7817’s Hume levels remain stable even when they display their anomalous trait. Their Elan-Vital Energy is normal, too. Though they do display slightly elevated Akiva radiation. Agent Webb: Is that the cause of their anomalous trait? Dr. Erhardt: We’d need further testing to be sure—we only had the testing equipment for the day—but I doubt it. When I say slightly, I mean no higher than a religious human. All of this was in the reports I sent to the director, by the way. And in the updated file in RAISA’s backlog. I think it’s evidence that 7817 are more intelligent than non-anomalous mustelids. Perhaps they have religious beliefs. Agent Webb: You think they’re intelligent? Dr. Erhardt: It’s hard to say, but maybe. Their vocalizations are more varied than ordinary ferret dooks. And the way they position the things they steal isn’t like ordinary stashing. They arrange them carefully, and in the open. Not to jump to conclusions, of course, but it makes me think of someone displaying art. Agent Webb: Art. Huh. Do you like art, Dr. Erhardt? Dr. Erhardt: Pardon? Agent Webb: Do you like art? Do you go to museums? Dr. Erhardt: On occasion, I suppose. Anyway, I was actually planning to talk to the director about some further changes to 7817’s containment. I think a larger enclosure with an outdoor section would be beneficial, but I realize there are some budgetary considerations. And we aren’t exactly a high priority. Agent Webb: Do you find the Foundation’s bureaucracy frustrating? Dr. Erhardt: I suppose, but it’s understandable. Some departments are dealing with world-ending stuff. These are just a bunch of mischievous weasels. I just wish I could do more for them. Agent Webb: Like what? Dr. Erhardt: A larger enclosure, more freedom. Tiramisu—I mean, SCP-7817-57 has adrenal disease and the paperwork to get her treatment is taking forever. Do you know how many forms I have to fill out just to bring in some new enrichment or change their food? They aren’t getting the care they need and, to be honest, I don’t really see why we need to contain them as if they were dangerous. Agent Webb: The Foundation’s job is to maintain normalcy. Dr. Erhardt: But that’s nonsense in the end, isn’t it? I mean, normalcy is just what the Foundation says it is. They decide what needs to be contained and make up the reason for it. Agent Webb: You don’t believe the Foundation’s work is important? Dr. Erhardt: Oh, it’s certainly important. It’s the only reason any of us are alive right now. But there’s no reason the Foundation should make it so difficult to give a carnivore animal protein instead of pea protein. Agent Webb: Have you been in contact with the Serpent’s Hand? Or the Chaos Insurgency? Dr. Erhardt: Of course not! I would never… wait, is this an interrogation? Agent Webb: How would you describe your religious and political views? Dr. Erhardt: Are you with the Internal Security Department? Agent Webb: No, I’m with the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs. Dr. Erhardt: What? What does Multi-Universal Affairs have to do with any of this? <Agent Webb stands, looking down at Dr. Erhardt> Agent Webb: You said these weasels are intelligent, right? Then they’re most likely smart enough to understand actions and consequences. Whenever one of those things breaches, wait for it to return to containment and then kill it in front of its friends. After five or six deaths, I’m sure they’ll get the message. Dr. Erhardt: I would never—the Foundation protects anomalies. We aren’t the GOC. Agent Webb: If the Foundation can’t contain an anomaly, we decommission it. Besides, there are one-hundred forty-six instances of SCP-7817. Killing a few doesn’t break the Foundation’s policy of protection. Dr. Erhardt: You can’t make me do this. Agent Webb: Not now, maybe. But once our department’s discovery reaches the O5 Council, I’ll be given full authority over you and SCP-7817. <End excerpt.> BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/7817 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 7817 Addendum 7817-2: On 4/8/22 the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs released a report containing observations of an unclassified anomaly to Director Emily Meekins. An excerpt has been included here due to its connection to Dr. Margaret Erhardt and SCP-7817. Department of Multi-Universal Affairs Discovery Report On 1/12/22, the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs was made aware of an anomalous series of events occurring across several universes. Unlike SCP-5492, this anomaly is not all-encompassing, and will only occur under certain circumstances. Currently, it appears that if the anomaly is present in a universe, the following facts will be true. If the anomaly is absent, none of these facts will be true. An iteration of the individual known in this universe as Dr. Margaret Erhardt3 will be born. Margaret Erhardt will be female.4 Margaret Erhardt will become an employee of the Foundation.5 SCP-7817 will be contained by the Foundation.6 Margaret Erhardt will become part of SCP-7817’s research team. The following event has not yet occurred in every universe in which the anomaly is present, but due to its prevalence, it is currently believed that it is part of the anomaly and will eventually occur in each universe exhibiting the anomaly. Margaret Erhardt will defect from the Foundation, leading to the loss of custody of SCP-7817. This defection can take many forms, but always includes Margaret Erhardt assisting another group of interest. Most instances will work with the Serpent’s Hand, the Chaos Insurgency, the Manna Charitable Foundation, or Are We Cool Yet? However, individual instances have been observed working with much less prolific groups such as, SCP-2085, Dream City, or a newly-formed group assembled by an instance. In addition to the loss of SCP-7817, the defection may result one or more of the following: Rival groups of interest gaining access to Foundation intelligence or technology. Loss of funding or political influence. Destruction of Foundation property. Breaches of other SCPs. Death or injury of Foundation personnel. Broken Masquerade Scenarios. CK-class Reality Restructuring Scenarios. IK-class Collapse of Global Civilization Scenarios. XK-class End-of-the-World Scenarios. Research into the cause of this anomaly is ongoing, but due to the threat it poses, investigation into the communications and loyalty of Dr. Margaret Erhardt is to begin immediately. Addendum 7817-3: On 4/9/22, Dr. Margaret Erhardt filed a complaint with the Ethics Committee regarding the behavior of Agent Calvin Webb. Ethics Committee representative Dr. Alexandra Doyle scheduled a meeting with Agent Webb for 6/3/22. <Begin excerpt.> Dr. Doyle: I’ve looked over the paperwork from the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs and I have to say I don’t see any reason to panic. Agent Webb: You don’t see any reason to panic? She’s destroyed multiple worlds. Dr. Doyle: No, she hasn’t. Other people who share some traits with her have, but our Margaret Erhardt isn’t part of an apocalyptic cult or an extremist political group. She’s just a biologist. She isn’t capable of causing an XK-class event. Agent Webb: We can’t be certain of that. Dr. Doyle: You’ve been investigating her, haven’t you? Have you found any ties to dangerous groups? Has she accessed anything above her clearance? Has she ever even broken Foundation policy aside from giving nicknames to a few weasels? Agent Webb: You don’t understand. It doesn’t matter what she’s been like in the past. If my department’s conclusions are correct, she is going to cause harm to the Foundation, however unlikely it may seem. Dr. Doyle: What exactly does Multi-Universal Affairs think this anomaly is? Do you think she’s pataphysically entangled in this series of events? Agent Webb: That’s one possibility we’re considering. It could also be the actions of an extradimensional entity with a vendetta against the Foundation, or a rival organization capable of interdimensional contact. There could be any number of causes. Dr. Doyle: What about SCP-7817? They’re clearly connected in some way, and we already know they’re anomalous. Agent Webb: It’s not about the weasels. This anomaly centers on Dr. Erhardt, not them. They’re simply tangentially connected in the same way Dr. Erhardt’s parents are. Dr. Doyle: But regardless of the cause, the conclusion is that Dr. Erhardt is going to turn against the Foundation, even if we try to prevent it. Agent Webb: Other universes have tried firing her, killing her, showing her SCP-2140. Something always prevents it. Dr. Doyle: Then why threaten 7817? What’s that supposed to achieve? Agent Webb: In other universes, her actions vary widely. When I started investigating her, I was hoping to find some sign of what form her betrayal would take but, like you said, there’s nothing to be found. So I tried to goad her into desperate action by threatening something she cares about, but she didn’t contact Serpent’s Hand or join a Gamers Against Weed chat group. She just… filed a complaint with HR. I don’t think she even imagines herself turning against the Foundation. <Agent Webb sighs and leans forward, placing a hand on his forehead.> Agent Webb: I don’t like playing the bad guy, but I don’t know what else to do. When I started this investigation I knew I wasn’t going to be able to prevent her from defecting, but I thought I would get some idea of what she’s going to do and maybe mitigate some of the damage. But it’s been months and I’ve got nothing. Meanwhile, almost every day I see a new report from my department of another Foundation losing lives, or having its history rewritten, or being wiped out of existence altogether because of these events. <Dr. Doyle pauses for several seconds.> Dr. Doyle: I think you should take a vacation. <Agent Webb looks up.> Agent Webb: Is that supposed to be a joke? Dr. Doyle: I’m serious. You’ve been working at this for months. What are the chances that Dr. Erhardt ends the world in the next week? I’ll fill out the paperwork, and get you a paid trip anywhere in the world you want. Trust me, this whole mess will seem a lot less overwhelming when you get back. Agent Webb: I can’t just— Dr. Doyle: Trust me. <End excerpt.> Addendum 7817-4: On 6/10/22 Dr. Margaret Erhardt initiated a containment breach of SCP-7817 with the assistance of an unknown group. A timeline of events has been included below. 0620: Dr. Erhardt arrives on site, removing a large cardboard box and backpack from her car. 0623: A truck of unknown origin arrives at the outer gate Site-104, 0628: Dr. Erhardt enters the containment chamber of SCP-7817. Over the next several minutes, she privately speaks with each of her assistants, sending each on a different errand. 0629: The truck stops at the loading dock. A guard approaches the driver. The driver claims to have arrived for a scheduled transportation of SCP-7817. The guard checks the schedule and finds no record of any plans to transport SCP-7817. The discussion continues for several minutes. 0641: Dr. Erhardt removes a number of foldable pet carriers from the box and backpack. The SCP-7817 instances gather around her and she begins to place them in the carriers, putting approximately five instances in each carrier. Despite their past behavior when confined, none of the instances attempt to leave their carriers. 0645: Researcher Kemp passes the loading dock and is called over by the guard. When questioned, he claims to be unaware of any plans to transport SCP-7817. When asked for a point of contact, the driver names Dr. Erhardt. Researcher Kemp calls Dr. Erhardt who, after some hesitation, claims that the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs ordered the transfer. When asked why he was sent away, Dr. Erhardt explains that Agent Webb ordered that the transfer would be secret and is told to take the rest of the day off. 0651: The guard calls the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs, who confirms that Agent Webb is investigating an anomaly connected to SCP-7817 and that further information is above the guard’s clearance. The truck is allowed to remain while the driver and five passengers exit and make their way to SCP-7817’s containment chamber. 0659: The truck’s occupants arrive at SCP-7817’s containment chamber. Dr. Erhardt has not finished placing all of the SCP-7817 instances into carriers, but she directs the new arrivals to the filled carriers and continues working while the others collect the carriers and make their way back to the truck. 0705: Dr. Erhardt finishes placing the SCP-7817’s into carriers. She crouches by the carriers, speaking to the instances in a soothing voice, though they do not appear to be anxious. 0710: Returning to the truck, the group loads the SCP-7817 instances into the back. The driver remains with the truck while the passengers make their way back to the containment chamber. 0718: The passengers arrive at the containment chamber and, along with Dr. Erhardt, collect the remaining carriers and make their way back towards the truck. 0723: In the hallway, the group encounters Director Meekins. The director asks what they’re doing and Dr. Erhardt again claims that the Department of Multi-Universal Affairs ordered the transportation of SCP-7817. The director expresses confusion, and asks Dr. Erhardt to come to her office to confirm the order, but another researcher approaches her to report an SCP-4968-C instance injuring several personnel and Director Meekins departs with the researcher to attend to the issue. 0727: The group returns to the truck and loads the remaining SCP-7817 instances. Dr. Erhardt enters the truck with the rest of the passengers and they depart without incident. 0733: The truck exits the outer gate of Site-104. Investigations into the nature of the unknown group are ongoing. Addendum 7817-5: On 6/13/22, Agent Webb initiated an unscheduled meeting with Dr. Doyle. <Excerpt begins.> Agent Webb: What did you do? Dr. Doyle: What do you mean? Agent Webb: You signed in at Site-104 three days before Dr. Erhardt stole SCP-7817. I checked the security cameras and, while you never spoke to her directly, you did briefly pass her in the hall. As you did so, you slipped a piece of paper into her purse. <Dr. Doyle holds his hands up appeasingly.> Dr. Doyle: Alright, I’ll come clean. I gave her the contact information of someone who would help her escape with 7817. Agent Webb: After everything I told you, why would you do that? Dr. Doyle: Your method of dealing with the anomaly was good. Knowing that the betrayal was inevitable, investigating Dr. Erhardt and anticipating her actions was the best way to mitigate any damage she would cause. I just took things a step further, guiding her into a situation which fulfilled the requirements of the anomaly and prevented any of its more dangerous effects. Agent Webb: But you realize that by doing that, you’ve basically betrayed the Foundation yourself. Our job is to contain anomalies, SCP-7817 included. Dr. Doyle: I’m with the Ethics Committee. Our entire job is to oppose the Foundation when they make the wrong choice. This may be a little more underhanded than the way we usually do things, but I’ve risked my career in larger ways. There are some highly influential doctors who don’t like being told “No, you can’t do that.” Agent Webb: I won’t be an accessory to this. I am required to report your actions. Dr. Doyle: I wouldn’t expect you to do anything else. <Agent Webb pauses.> Agent Webb: Of course, technically speaking, adding a log to SCP-7817’s file explaining your actions does constitute reporting it. <Dr. Doyle smiles.> Dr. Doyle: I suppose it does. Though I can’t imagine many people are going to bother reading so deep into the file of some harmless weasels. Agent Webb: Not when there’s CK-class events to prevent. <Both laugh.> Agent Webb: But I have to ask. Who was she working with? Dr. Doyle: I think I’d prefer to keep that off the file, but if you go looking, I imagine you won’t have much trouble finding them. Footnotes 1. Most instances resemble members of the genus mustela, particularly the stoat (mustela erminea), the black-footed ferret (mustela nigripes), the European mink (mustela lutreola), or the domestic ferret (mustela furo). However, a few instances resemble members of other genera, including the marbled polecat (vormela peregusna), the Sarahan striped polecat (ictonyx libycus), and the sable (martes zibellina). 2. This process can take anywhere from three seconds to five minutes. It generally begins with an instance digging at a barrier before slowly pushing its body through until it has vanished entirely. Even when passing through a thin barrier, the instance will never exit until its entire body has entered the barrier. 3. While this individual is not known as Margaret Erhardt in every universe, she will continue to be referred to as such within this document until a proper SCP designation is assigned. 4. If a universe's Margaret Erhardt is assigned male at birth, she will transition prior to employment with the Foundation. 5. The anomaly is only present in universes in which the Foundation exists. 6. The designation SCP-7817 is not used to refer to this anomaly in every universe. In this document, SCP-7817 refers to the collection of anomalous mustelids which receives that designation in this universe. In universes in which SCP-7817 exists, but is not contained by the Foundation, Margaret Erhardt will not exist and the anomalous events will not occur. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7817" by MsBlackandBlue, from the SCP Wiki. 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close Info X SCP-7818: Author: DianaBerry JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, The_Spider_Queen, Special Thanks to: Currently only users="." is implemented. DianaBerry, JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, and The_Spider_Queen |center=*]] Hello, it is us! DianaBerry JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, The_Spider_Queen and then blah blah blah we can write whatever here. Hope you enjoy all that jazz. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION the server has detected the systematic deletion of text in this article. Read with caution. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B are to be stored in a standard anomalous item storage locker at Site-81. Physical interaction with either instance by research staff who are involved in romantic affairs, or who have previously been involved in romantic affairs that have ended within thirty days prior to experimentation, is strictly prohibited. Further containment procedures have been deemed unnecessary at this time. Photograph of SCP-7818-A Description: SCP-7818 is the collective designation for two identical antique lockets composed of silver, further categorized as SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B. Each locket is embossed with an intricate design depicting interwoven vines and flowers in 14th century European Gothic-era patterns. The lockets are heart-shaped and there is a small pocket within each intended to hold photographs. When SCP-7818 is worn by an individual who shares a deep1 romantic connection with another individual who is wearing SCP-7818-B, SCP-7818’s anomalous effect manifests. SCP-7818 drastically enhances the physical and mental affection, intimacy, and emotional resonance between the individuals under its anomalous effect, causing an intensified romantic experience between them. Wearing SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B for an extended period of time will invariably cause one of the affected2 to slowly dissipate from baseline reality and conceptual spacetime. The intensity of this effect and the rate of dissipation is directly correlated to the emotional strength of the established bond between wearers; the stronger the emotional connection, the faster the dissipation. Initially, subtle signs of the erasure event manifest, such as affected individuals disappearing from photographs, before more notable effects manifest such as the individual's parents forgetting they concieved the affected. The only aspect of the lost individual that remains unaffected by SCP-7818 is the content SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B. It is unclear why the content of SCP-7818-A or SCP-7818-B remain unaffected by SCP-7818. It is unclear what happens to individuals who are removed from baseline reality by SCP-7818. Efforts to locate these individuals have remained inconclusive. Currently, the photograph contained within both SCP-7818-A and SCP-7818-B depicts Researcher Katherine Varga holding a female woman in a loving embrace. The identity of the second woman cannot be discerned, and Researcher Varga has no recollection of meeting or conversing with the woman in the photograph. The following was recovered from Katherine Varga’s apartment on May Dear ㅤㅤaㅤㅤ ㅤoㅤㅤㅤ, Since it’s our anniversary I figured I would get us something nice. You always said we should get matching lockets, so I thought this would be the perfect gift! I love you so much, so I figured the engraving on it was more than accurate. I already put the pictures in. Anyway, I’m really sorry I couldn’t give this to you in person. You know how work can be, especially when you get called in and can’t say no. But when I get back, you better believe I’ll make the best dinner for you ever. No spoilers, but you will absolutely die for it. Back soon, Katherine Varga. (P.S. I am totally wearing mine right now.) Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-05T21:05:00-06:00 Subjects:ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn3, Katherine Varga Foreword The following transcript is taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's residence during Incident 7818-1A, dated two weeks before the subsequent disappearance of an SCP-7818-1 instance from baseline reality. The aforementioned security footage has since been altered by the anomaly to exclude ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn, and is expected to degrade further. [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn and Researcher Katherine Varga's assigned quarters can be seen. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn is sitting on a sofa on her phone while Katherine Varga is pacing around the room. After several minutes, Katherine Varga sits down on the sofa.] ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Hey, babe. Katherine Varga: (Looking up from her cellphone) Hmm? Yeah? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Have you seen my ID? Katherine Varga: Huh? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: What I said. Have you seen my ID? I can't find it. Katherine Varga: It's not on your wallet? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: If it was in my wallet I wouldn't be asking where it was. It's missing, and I'll need it I want to drink at the party tonight. Katherine Varga: Wait, it's missing? Are you sure you didn't misplace it somewhere? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Misplaced it where, exactly? I never take it out of my wallet. Katherine Varga Maybe someone actually stole it? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Did you? Katherine Varga: (Scoffs) No? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: That's the problem, if you didn't take it, then who did? Katherina Varga: Probably just… fell out. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Right, but where? It could've fallen out anywhere. If we're lucky it was right here, but if not? Oh my god, my credit cards! If someone rummaged through my wallet they could've gotten my credit card info and with my ID… I need to cancel them as fast as possible and- crap! I don't have my ID! That's gonna make it even harder. I'm gonna have to wait in line even though my project is due the 5th and- and- Katherine Varga: (She holds a finger to her lips.) Shhh. Listen. It's fine. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: No, it is NOT "FINE". Katherine Varga You're panicking. (She holds ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn's face in her hands.) Deep breaths, remember? Deep breaths. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Yeah, I know it's just— Katherine Varga: I know. Do you want a massage? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: (Sighing) That'd be nice… Katherine Varga begins rubbing ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn shoulders. Despite ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn now facing the camera almost directly, her face remains obscured by a footage corruption procedurally destroying the pixels around her head. Katherine Varga: Feels nice doesn't it? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: (Looking down) Yeah… Katherine Varga: You're worrying too much. You should be getting ready to have a fun time alright? Don't worry about that stuff right now. When we get back, I'll look everywhere for it. And I'll fill out all the forms for all the cards if I just can't find it. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: What about the- Katherine Varga: Party? Come on Eㅤㅤㅤ. I mean, why do you even need it? There's no way in hell they're going to mistake you for someone underage. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn Right, but then- are you calling me old? Katherine Varga: Pfft, me? Oh, no, not at all. I would never suggest such a thing. But hey, if you're worried about being mistaken for an ancient relic, we can always bring along some dinosaurs fossils so- ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn:So that I'm not the oldest thing in the room? Katherine Varga: So that you're not the oldest thing in the room. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: (Chuckling) Come on Kate, you know I still get carded sometimes, believe it or not. And I need that ID to prove that I'm not as old as you make me out to be. By the way, between the two of us, I'm younger. Katherine Varga:: Yeah younger than wheel, right? Just barely though. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Oh, fuck you. Katherine Varga LOVE YOU TOO! ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn: Love you too. [END LOG] Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-06T01:17:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga, Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Foreword The following transcript is an amendment to 7818-1A, and occurs roughly 4 hours after 7818-1.1. The footage was taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's residence during Incident 7818-1B [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ unlocks the apartment door, and slams it, visibly upset. Researcher Katherine Varga lets out a surprised yelp from the bedroom before rushing into the living room. She can be seen frantically observing her surroundings, pressumably to check for structual damage. When satisfied, Researcher Katherine Varga turns her attention to Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Katherine Varga: Are you hurt? What’s wrong? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (Leaned against the door, and let out a sob before sliding down to the floor and putting her head in her hands.) Katherine Varga: (Face drops from panic to concern. She crouches down next to her.) Babe… What happened? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (stays quiet for a few moments.) Just a lot of things. They didn’t have my name on the list. It was just gone?! I was told I was going to get in, my friends said they would have my name on the list, and when I tried calling but nobody picked up. I know they could have been partying but they had said they would meet outside… Katherine Varga: Oh… (gently rubbing Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ’s back) I’m so sorry Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. That hurts a lot. Is there anything I can do for you? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (Shakes her head) I think I just need some sleep. This feels like some elaborate shitty prank. I’m scared I’m actually losing it, you know? Katherine Varga: Yeah. I know. If it makes you feel any better, you look very very beautiful. (She kisses Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ’s cheek.) What if we got some ice cream and watched a bit of Parks and Rec before bed? Emㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: I would like that a lot. Thank you… [END LOG] Holly <3 Hey, I'm here. where r u? ? I'm here waiting. Did something happen? I'm sorry, who is this? It's me, ㅤㅤmㅤ Hㅤwㅤㅤoㅤㅤ. Is your phone glitching out or something? Sorry, I think you have the wrong number Do I? … No, you made me doubt for a moment but I'm sure this is the right one. You ARE Holly, right? Yeah… that's me. What are you on about then?? You were supposed to meet me today at 12 I don't think I'm the Holly you're looking for. Holly Mitchell, birthday: May 8th. That's you no? It is. Do I know you? I'm sorry I just can't quite place you. ??????????? We see each other all the time We saw each other last week Holly I really hope this is some kind of sick joke Because it's really not funny anymore. No, I'm very sorry to disappoint. Please seriously stop you're starting to freak me out Holly? Please don't do this I'm Sorry. Have a nice day. Holly. Seriously. It's not funny. Stop it. … please… Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-11T04:23:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga, ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Foreword: The following transcript is taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's residence during Incident 7818-1C, dated one week before the subsequent disappearance of an SCP-7818-1 instance from baseline reality. The aforementioned security footage has since been altered by the anomaly to exclude ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤn, and is expected to degrade further. [BEGIN LOG] Katherine Varga: (Enters the apartment, immediately making her way towards her bedroom. Once she enters, she finds ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ, who was currently sobbing, on the bed, wrapped in a blanket. She ran towards the bed, throwing her arms around ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.) Babe oh my gosh! Did something else happen? ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: (Looks at Katherine.) Yes! Yes again! I was supposed to meet up with Holly today, she didn't show up! I texted her and she acted as if she actually responded, but then acted as if she didn't know me! I have no idea what is happening, Katie! Katherine Varga: Shhhh. It's okay. Calm down. I'm sure it's nothing- ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: NOTHING!? This is not nothing! It's like everyone is forgetting me! Like I don't even exist! Katherine Varga: Like you don't even exist? Em do you have any idea how crazy that sounds? ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: It's not crazy! It's completely real! Katherine Varga: (grabbing her phone) I'm sure we can talk to Holly about this… ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: What's the point? Clearly, she doesn't want anything to do with me… It seems like no one does. Katherine Varga: Ohh darling, I'm sure that's not true- ㅤㅤㅤa ㅤaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ: YES IT IS! You should've seen the text messages! Katherine Varga: I can look at them if you want, but maybe I can message her. We'll get to the bottom of this. Holly (ㅤmㅤa) What in the ever-living hell is wrong with you?? What'd I do now? Oh, but you remember me just fine, huh? Eㅤmㅤ. A few hours ago. Ah, You know her? Ah… DO I KNOW HER? She's my partner and you well know it. Oh really? Since when? We met through her, you jerk. I'm sorry but that makes no sense You make no sense GO. TO. HELL. Excuse me?? Kate? Katherine Varga (sighing) That didn't go very well. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: (starting to tear up) See! I told you! Oh-Oh my god. I can't believe this! First, my ID, then my name wasn't on the list, and now this? Katie this is not random. We have to figure out what's going here- are you even paying attention to me? Katherine Varga: (Katherine's attention had shifted from ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ to the wall. A shocked and concerned expression was on her face.) Okay so babe don't freak out but… you're not in that picture. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: Huh? What do you mean? Katherine Varga: The one from our trip to LA. I-I know you were in it. You're right. Something is deeply, deeply wrong. I’m sorry… ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: Oh my god! (Leans against Katherine) This can't be happening. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: (starts hyperventilating.) What… What if you forget me too? Just like them. What if I forget who I am? Please Katie. I’m so scared. Katie I can’t do this. I don’t want to be forgotten. Katherine Varga: (Embracing ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ, starting to cry herself) It's okay! I will never ever ever forget you, Em. You know this. I love you so much, I swear on my mother's grave. I’ll do anything… I-I'll file a report at work. They'll take care of it. They'll fix it! They always do! Everything will be okay. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤwthㅤrㅤ: (Sniffles) You promise? Katherine Varga: (nods) I promise. I’ll never forget. [END LOG] Audio Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-12T02:43-02:55 Subjects: m a H th Foreword: The following is a transcript of a phone call retrieved from the phone carrier by MTF-Omega 24. m a H th calls her mother, Lindsey Hawthorn, for their regularly scheduled family phone call. m a H th : Hey mom! Lindsey Hawthorn: Hello? Who’s this? m a H th : Uh… It’s me… m a . I’m your daughter? Lindsey Hawthorn: Is this a scam? I heard those have been going around these days. m a H th : N-no. This is real. I promise you I’m your real life daughter. Lindsey Hawthorn: I think I would know if I had a daughter. Ma’am you clearly have the wrong number. m a H th : No wait. Please. I have a baby brother, Peter Hawthorn, Born April 6th 2001, I was born July 12th 1998. Our childhood home was 3400 Worthington Drive, Pflugerville Texas. Peter and I went to Riverview Elementary School, Oak Park Junior High, and Maple Ridge High School. Please. Mom. You need to believe me. Lindsey Hawthorn: How the fuck did you know that? I know for a fact I never had a daughter. I only have one son. You need to leave me and my family alone. Never contact me again. I will call the police and press charges. m a H th : Mo- [END LOG] Addendum 01: Eㅤㅤadisappeared. I fell asleep right next to her right last night. This morning, I woke up and she was gone. Nowhere to be found. Phoned her parents, and called everyone that I knew she was close with. The photos on my phone, they've all disappeared, her phone number wasn't assigned. I looked everywhere for any leads; Nothing, she was gone without a trace. I updated the description of the anomaly accordingly to reflect this. I will get to the bottom of this if it's the last thing I ever do. Audio Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-23T06:35:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga. Foreword: The following is a transcript of a missing persons report filed by Researcher Katherine Varga and intercepted by MTF-Omega 24. Katherine Varga: Hello? Jason Taieo: Hello, this is the Austin Police Department, what can I help you with today? Katherine Varga: I-I’m calling to submit a missing person. Jason Taieo: Has it been over 24 hours since you have last seen them? Katherine Varga: No… But I know it doesn’t have to be. I know the rules. Please, I need to report her missing. Her name is Eㅤmㅤ ㅤㅤwㅤhㅤrn, she’s 5 foot 2 inches, shoulder length brown hair, and blue eyes. She’s 28 years old, and white. She has a pink jacket that she wears often and it’s not in my house anymore… Jason Taieo: Do you have any photos of her? Katherine Varga: I don’t anymore. She disappeared from all of the photos just like she disappeared this morning. I mean I have this locket but I can’t. I can’t part with it. Jason Taieo: Okay. Is there any chance she’s at work? Katherine Varga: No. Her number disappeared from my phone and then when I call her number I got an automated voice saying the number is no longer in service… She doesn’t work anymore… She couldn’t. Jason Taieo: Alright. I am going to send this off and have a unit go to you. Where do you live? Katherine Varga: 272 Thrash Trail, Apartment 404. Thank you. Jason Taieo: Is there anything else you need? Katherine Varga: No… [END LOG] Closing Statement: The case was thrown out by the Austin Police Department shortly after the call, as there was no evidence or records on Eㅤmㅤ ㅤㅤwㅤhㅤrn and her existence. APD followed up with a wellness check on Katherine Varga, but it ultimately ended with no further action taken. Case was closed on May 25th 2023. Addendum 02: When I updated the file with the pertinent information, I apparently raised some eyebrows at RAISA. They don't remember me ever having a partner, much less one that worked for the foundation, and the people who knew I had filed the document said they hadn't ever read it. I really had to fight for them to take me seriously. They're suggesting that she never existed, that I made her up in my mind, via anomalous means or otherwise, but that cannot be true. This document is the only proof of her so I need to maintain it to the best of my ability. I've dedicated my life to her, she dedicated her life to me, I promised I would always be by her side, that I would always be there for her, and that I wouldn't forget. Addendum 03: It’s just now I was looking at the file, and all mentions of her name had disappeared and I had to replace them like I had before. That's when I realized, I had forgotten her name. I don't remember any party. What party? What is happening!? This cannot be happening. I'm trying everything I can, I'm her last hope. I promised I would fix this, she means everything. I can't forget there has to be something I can do. I can fix this, I can do this. I will get her back. Addendum 03: My locket still has her picture in it. Those stupid lockets we got like a month ago symbolize our love. Hers, the ones with my picture in it, are gone. Every other picture of her disappeared without a trace, but the other side with her picture on it is in my hand right now. I already updated the file to reflect this. This is huge, I finally have a lead. This could be it. This could be why my darling is gone. What…whatever her name was. Please please don't let me forget now. There's no one else, everyone has forgotten, I am so close, I can't give up now, I can't forget. I promised. Video Log Transcript Date and Time: 2023-05-20T09:45:00-06:00 Subjects: Katherine Varga. Foreword The following transcript is an amendment to 7818. The footage was taken from recovered security footage from Researcher Katherine Varga's office post previous addenda.. [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Katherine Varga is staring at the contents locket around her neck. Her eyebrows furrowed.] Katherine Varga: I’m sorry babe. (She breaks down, sobbing. Staring at the woman in the locket.) Katherine Varga: I know I promised you that I wouldn’t forget… (She pauses taking a deep breath.) Katherine Varga: But… I guess it really does come for us all… I’m so so sorry. Katherine Varga: If you’re still out there. Please forgive me. I don’t even know your name anymore, but please, babe, please forgive me. (She closes the locket, holding it in her hands clasped together, putting them up to her face as though she were praying.) Katherine Varga: I’m sorry babe… Please come back. [END LOG] (Researcher Katherine Varga then spent approximately four hours staring at the wall and at the picture in the locket. Site psychiatric staff has been contacted on behalf of Katherine Varga, case is currently pending review.) Footnotes 1. Referring to a profound and intense emotional bond between individuals involved in a romantic relationship. It implies a heightened level of intimacy, understanding, and affection, wherein the individuals feel a strong sense of connection, empathy, and mutual vulnerability and encompasses a profound emotional and psychological resonance between the partners involved. 2. Henceforth referred to as SCP-7818-1 3. Fabricated, temporary alias provided by Researcher Katherina Varga for ease of communication and documentation. The individual's identity cannot be discerned at this time, as their face remains obscured for the majority of the footage. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7818" by JorgeMtzb, Marceline_Raynes, The_Spider _Queen, DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7818. Licensed under CC-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: Locket Name: Romantic Author: SidewaysSarah License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/97699489@N00/5298834356/
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SCP-7819, interior. Item #: SCP-7819 Special Containment Procedures: If you are currently under the influence of SCP-7819, please immediately refer to Addendum 1. SCP-7819 is still under active study; if you believe you have come into contact with it, contact the Research Lead immediately. Description: SCP-7819 is a predatory location that manifests along exits of the United States Numbered Highway System in the contiguous United States. SCP-7819’s appearance is generally fixed; it presents as a small roadside hotel or motel (though the exact layout may vary) advertising vacant rooms, always identified by exterior signage as the Rest-Eazy Inn. Several conditions must be met for SCP-7819 to manifest for a driver: The time must be between midnight and 4:00AM, local timezone. The driver of the vehicle must have been driving for over five hours, discounting small breaks. The driver must be a past or present Foundation employee. The driver must be alone in the vehicle. Upon driving near SCP-7819, the driver will begin to feel a deep-seated sense of fatigue and tiredness; it is unclear whether this is a natural reaction to driving for several hours and seeing an opportunity for a break, or an anomalous phenomenon caused by SCP-7819 to lure drivers in. Regardless, this fatigue will continue as the driver pulls off the highway and into the parking lot of the inn. Should the driver drive past SCP-7819, the sense of fatigue will remain; through unknown means, their vehicle will be seamlessly transported several miles backward, often without their realization. They will drive past SCP-7819 again, be transported backward again, and this process will continue until they park inside SCP-7819. The driver will not be able to escape this phenomenon until they exit their vehicle, enter SCP-7819, and perform several requisite activities. These activities vary, but SCP-7819’s many manifestations have provided a relatively-dependable action plan for performing the rituals and surviving SCP-7819. If you are currently under the influence of SCP-7819, please proceed through Addendum 1. Remain calm and do not rush; accuracy and efficiency is more important for survival than speed. Good luck. Addendum 1: SCP-7819 Survival Guide; up-to-date to March 26th, 1996. Space: Parking Lot Instructions: Bring your car into an empty parking space. Try to select one that’s surrounded by other vehicles; to separate yourself from the pack would attract attention. Once you park, exit your vehicle. Take only what you need: whatever device you are reading this document on, your cellular phone, keys, purse or wallet, and a bag containing some toiletries and essentials. Luggage and clothing will slow you down. If you have been equipped with a firearm or own one privately, do not take it with you. Spend some time in the parking lot before entering the lobby. Observe the other parked cars around you; you will note inconsistencies, such as wheels made of wood, unclear jumbles where logos and brand marks should be, and shapes/designs that do not correspond to any actual vehicles produced by automotive companies. Avoid looking through the windows. If there is a large burning vehicle in the parking lot, do not investigate it further. If at all possible, pretend it is not there. Enter the lobby before the fire goes out. Researcher Adam Middleton: I followed protocol, pulled my 4Runner into a parking spot of this dingy sex-motel. The last parking spot, actually; the lot was completely full otherwise. I grab the few things I have, and squeeze out of my car. Parked next to a big Dodge Caravan except, wait, no I'm not. It's like… you described a Caravan to someone else, and they described it to someone else, and then that person had to make a model of what they had in mind out of papier-mâché. I accidentally knocked a hand against it and realized that it was made out of some kind of plaster, and it was hollow. I got curious so I started investigating the other cars. All like this. Logos and designs that look like cars I knew growing up, but take a closer look and it's all nonsense. A facade, literally. I wasn't scared or anything, but it did put me on edge. Like how when you know someone is trying to put you at ease, you put your hackles up. Space: Lobby Instructions: Upon entering the lobby, make your way to the front desk. It will be unoccupied; you may ring the bell once if the sound brings you comfort. Wait in the lobby without exiting it. Hum your favorite song to yourself as you wait; the silence in the lobby has been described as oppressive. Stop humming when you become aware of the noises coming from behind the counter. Hop the counter. There should be a closed door, rattling as though someone is on the other side. Listen to the sounds, and note them down. When they get louder, repeatedly slam your fist against the door. Do not speak. Eventually, you will be slipped a key to a room. This may not work on the first attempt; repeat it until you succeed. Say thank you, and depart. Agent Mari Kayer: No idea what’s going on. Door’s firmly locked I can just hear through it and the paper-thin walls. Pretty filthy noises. Soft enough to where I have to press my ear against the door to hear anything. Wet slapping like someone thumping a drenched towel against the ground, over and over. There’s this periodic wet coughing. The slapping stops during the coughing. Also this moaning. It sounds in pain, like someone starving to death. Rises and falls in pitch but it’s always there. I can hear a whispering too, and sometimes the moaning and whispering and coughing are all at the same time. How many people are in there? I tried rattling the doorknob and it all stopped. All of it except for the moaning. I froze and after a few seconds they went back to it. Fucking weird as shit. Space: Elevator Instructions: Your room will inevitably be on a higher floor, and you will be unable to find stairs, forcing you to use the elevator. You will notice that the buttons are in an inexplicable pattern and have unclear writing on them. Press whichever one feels right. There will never be another person in the elevator with you; if you see someone, be aware they are not human. Treat them with the appropriate level of caution; do not remove your eyes from them, and always stand with your back against a wall. If the figure resembles an older clean-cut man wearing an expensive suit and overcoat, do not enter the elevator. It will smile at you, compliment your appearance, and hold the door for you. It will do this for up to several minutes, repeatedly attempting to convince you to enter. Politely but firmly tell it that you are “just passing through” and “will wait for the next one”. Stand beyond the threshold; it cannot pursue you outside of the elevator. Eventually, it will move on. If the figure resembles a middle-aged woman in hiking gear, you may enter the elevator and ride it to your destination. The elevator ride will take much longer than it should, up to half an hour. Do not panic, and reciprocate the woman’s attempts to make conversation. Do not be honest with her; lie openly and brazenly about every possible detail, including obvious ones such as your ethnicity and age. She appreciates this. If the figure resembles a younger vagrant, it is safe to enter the elevator. They will not speak, but may offer you a hug; accepting this has no consequences and is left to your discretion. When you arrive at your floor, they may offer a small trinket, such as a tin duck or ceramic ashtray. Accept it gratefully, and keep it close at hand. Senior Researcher Aamir Mirahi: My nerves were on fire. I was lucky I pulled the vagrant card instead of the Wall-Street-anglerfish card, at least. They seemed nice. Couldn’t have been older than 19 or 20, dressed in clothes completely worn through. I got in, and we were standing next to each other heading up to my floor when he reached out. I just sort of let it happen, and he hugged me. A proper hug. Haven’t been hugged like that in a long time. Didn’t say a word. Just hugged me for a few seconds, like he knew I needed it, stepped back, handed me a matchbox filled with leaves, and then the doors were closing and he was gone. Space: Hallways Instructions: You will exit out of the elevator into a hallway of some kind. Checking your room key is pointless; it will either not have a room number, or have an entirely impossible one. Your room will make itself known to you when you find it. As such, begin walking down the hallway. Resist the urges to investigate the other rooms in the hallway. The doors have peepholes in them, and making eye contact may invite unwelcome attention. Keep your eyes focused down, and ignore any feelings of being observed as you proceed down the hall. Avoid making noise; the other guests are sleeping. The hallway is generally not linear, and you may find various other spaces. Eventually, you will arrive at a crossroads. These will occur regardless of whether the exterior topology of SCP-7819 allows for it, and are suspected to be incongruous spaces. As such, it is advised not to remain in them for more than a few minutes at most. Personnel who have dallied in the crossroads report dull headaches and paranoia. This is best addressed by picking a direction at random and beginning to walk down it. It is unclear whether SCP-7819 adapts to one’s mind or vice-versa, but this has been the most effective method for arriving at one’s room. You will know it when you see it. Officer Louis Deleon: I have no idea how long I was walking. At least forty minutes, but that was after I started checking my watch. Just endless shag carpet and flickering yellow lighting and shitty commercial art on the walls. I thought it would just be one long hallway, but it wasn’t — I mean, at first it was, but then it ended and took a sharp right turn, and then a left. And then down a set of stairs, past a smoking lounge, through a little walkway. Didn’t have any kind of sense or consistency to the construction, just felt like a weird amalgamation of every hotel I’ve ever been in, glued together without thought. Eventually it started getting really bizarre — the carpet went from drab beige to like, the pattern you find on bus seats? There were curtains but they were nailed into the wall so they couldn’t be opened. Every successive set of doors kept getting lifted a few inches off the ground until they were literally halfway into the ceiling. This isn’t a place people were meant to be. Space: Room Instructions: Use your key and enter your room. You will immediately feel a chillness in the air; this is normal. Do not close the door behind you until you have turned on all the lights and ensured you are alone in the room. There may be a door to an adjoining room; move a piece of furniture in front of this door or otherwise find a way to barricade it. The layout of the room will vary and may be completely idiosyncratic, such as having mismatched furniture sets, dozens of chairs filling the room with nothing else, or being difficult to traverse. Do your best to get comfortable. The bathroom may be locked from the inside, but this is not a point of concern unless you have reason to believe someone is inside. If you do, bar the door to the best of your ability. You may keep the lights on or dim them, but get into a bed and pull the covers over yourself. If the room has a television, you may put on something to calm your nerves; personnel have suggested Home and Garden Television delivers the best results. Eventually, you will fall asleep. Researcher Brett Stevens: My room had three beds, fanning out from and facing a single focal point: a shitty microwave that wasn’t even plugged in. Absolutely baffling, like it was designed by a person with no understanding of how humans lived. I got in, made sure everything was fine, then put my stuff down. Took a leak, which is when I found out the bathroom was fake. The plumbing wasn’t attached and the toilet and shower were made out of like, plywood, like props on a movie set. Hardly the weirdest thing so far but for some reason it just fucked with me. I got out and slipped into bed. Almost immediately I felt insanely tired despite the circumstances. I could barely keep my eyes open and right as I was drifting off it occurred to me that I hadn’t checked under the beds. Space: Pool Instructions: You will wake up in the hotel hot tub. There will be no one else in the indoor pool area, and you will feel physically awake but mentally exhausted; this is normal. A small radio set on a nearby table may be playing a song from your childhood, but the signal will be of poor quality. Try to tune it better, if you can, but do not change the station. Do not change the station. You may exit the hot tub and inspect the main pool. It will generally be of idiosyncratic shape and construction. You will find that the surface tension of the water is much stronger — it has formed a thick, tight membrane that prevents objects from breaking through it. As such, do not step into the water; you will drown. Underneath the membrane, you may see shapes moving around. Ignore them. Return to the hot tub, re-entering it. This time, completely submerge yourself. Despite your expectations, once you go under, it will not feel warm; it will feel painfully, bitingly cold, as though stepping into ice water. Ignore it and open your eyes. You will find that the hot tub descends several feet deeper than expected. Swim to the bottom and grab the small object you see lying on the floor. Inspect it after emerging from the water. You will find your clothes neatly folded on a nearby table. Dry and redress yourself before departing for your room. Agent Sabrina Maxwell: I’ve always loved hotel pools. Something about them — I don’t know. You’d think everyone would go for it, but for whatever reason, it feels like I’m the only one who’s ever in one. So it’s just a nice, calming space for me to sink into the water and be utterly alone. This wasn't like that. This felt wrong, in some interminable, indescribable way. Every facet of it seemed designed for maximum discomfort. The echo bouncing off the ceiling and water being close enough to your own voice to trip you up. The angles and contours of the pool were unnatural, like someone had never seen a pool before. Literally hundreds of life-preservers hanging off the walls. The main pool was… unnerving. The membrane on top made it so that everything under the surface was blurry and hard to make out. But still, I could see three or four blurry shapes moving around, swimming back and forth. One of them was person-shaped. At first I thought it was another person, trapped or something, and tried to get a little closer. Didn't step into the water, but I put my hand against the film. They — it swam up on the other side, and pressed its palm where mine was. Held it there, for a moment. Then it starts slamming its fists against the membrane wildly, trying to tear through it like a wild animal. I could hear it screeching from under the water. I screamed, scrabbled backward, grabbed my things and ran. Thankfully, I only checked out the other pool after getting the object from the hot tub. It was an engagement ring, my engagement ring. I lost it years ago. Flushed it down the toilet of a hotel I was staying at. Space: Breakfast Area Instructions: On your way back to your room, you will pass by the breakfast area attached to the lobby. Despite it still being night outside, it will be open and the lights on. Enter. There will be a large amount of food laid out on the counters. Most of it will be inedible in some form, though there are usually some edible foodstuffs; ignore all of them. Do not feel guilty about doing so, and instead make your way to the only other person in the breakfast area. Join them at their table as they eat. They will attempt to persuade you to stay. Politely but firmly deny them. It will make your heart hurt, but it is necessary should you wish to leave. They will repeatedly do this, and you must repeatedly deny them, until they stop asking. Technician David Dominguez: Plastic fruit, styrofoam waffles, muddy water instead of coffee. I'm not exaggerating; it was literally fake food, all laid out and presented like a typical continental breakfast. Very weird, but I followed the instructions, ignored all of it and headed for the man at the table. Older guy, salt-and-pepper hair, looks like every dad. The only sound in the room was his chewing, and the dead air on the television as it softly played static. He seemed excited to see me, once he noticed me. Asked me to please take a seat, so I did, opposite him. Started bombarding me with questions — where was I from, where was I going, how long I'd been on the road — but not with the sinister edge of the people in the elevator. Genuine, sincere, wanting to know if I was alright and having a nice time. I tried my best not to feel bad about ignoring all of his questions and just saying "I want to leave". I got the sense he'd heard this a lot. And he was persistent about it. "What can I do to make your stay better?" Sorry, I say, but I want to leave. "You're not enjoying the amenities?" They're fine; I still want to leave. "Don't you think this is nicer than having to deal with the troubles of life? It's a resort!" Maybe — but I'd prefer the troubles over whatever this is. Fighting to choke down the parts of me saying he has a point. Eventually, he just goes crestfallen. "Is there anything I can do to make you stay?" No. He seemed to accept that. Told me to spend the rest of my night — check out in the morning. He was still sitting there when I left, alone. Space: Checkout Instructions: When you wake up the next morning, late, regardless of when you fell asleep, gather your things and depart your room. You will find that the layout of SCP-7819 has shifted dramatically and is much easier to navigate. Several doors in the hallway will be hanging open, and you will pass cleaning carts as though housekeeping is doing their rounds. There will be no one around except you. Head to the elevators and back down to the lobby. There will similarly be no one at the front desk, but place your key down. Depart SCP-7819, get in your vehicle (the parking lot will now be empty), and get back onto the highway, driving until you can get into contact with your nearest Site and report your SCP-7819 encounter. Researcher Taya Andrews: The light of day makes things feel a lot different. The labyrinth of carpet and hallway just felt odd now, not sinister. I went downstairs, turned my key into the empty desk. The breakfast area was closed again. I stepped out the doors, the sun was shining. Got in my car, got back on I-10, put the hotel in my rearview mirror, and then, as soon as it came, it was gone. My parents and I used to take a lot of road trips when I was a kid, so we stayed in a lot of motels. You know the kind: shitty roadside lodging where the rooms are cramped and the prices are dirt-cheap. Years-old carpet, unfashionable furniture from the 70s, sinks that stick out into the room and hard mattresses. Not a resort, just a place to lay your head down for the night. Transitory spaces, where you're meant to come and go; not to stick around. Motels are not home, obviously. They try their best to feel like they’re home. But not particularly well, which is why they have such a unique vibe of their own. A corporate-designed space calculated to put you at ease. They’re spaces for humans to inhabit, but there’s nothing really human about them. 7819 embodies that pretty well. Something that doesn't really understand humans trying fruitlessly to lure them in, with fractured memories of motel rooms and hot tubs. [Sigh.] I don't know. I don't know what 7819 is, really; I can only make guesses from what I experienced. Like I said, I took a lot of roadtrips as a kid and there are some deeply, deeply strange things that live on the edges of these highways. If you’ve followed these instructions, you will exit with no issue. If you haven’t, we do not blame you for staying. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7819" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7819. Licensed under CC-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: corridor.png Author: Rounderhouse License: Public Domain Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-7820
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From ~44,000 BCE to ~39,000 BCE, SCP-7820 was home to a civilization of Homo neanderthalensis maritimus. by Kothardarastrix Item#: 7820 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7820's remote and inaccessible location makes active containment measures unnecessary. Example of maritimus scrimshaw. Artifacts recovered from SCP-7820 are to be gradually warmed, depressurized, and dried over a period of at least 36 hours to prevent damage to the porous material. They are otherwise to be handled and cared for as appropriate for artifacts of their age and composition. Description: SCP-7820 is a seamount in the Arctic Ocean, 38 kilometers from the geographic North Pole. The peak of the seamount is 100 meters below the surface, but erosion on its upper portion indicates that it was above sea level until around 10,000 years ago. From ~44,000 BCE to ~39,000 BCE, SCP-7820 was home to a civilization of Homo neanderthalensis maritimus. Addendum 1: The Polar People Homo neanderthalensis maritimus is a subspecies distinguished from typical Neanderthals by their larger hands and feet, smaller molars, and larger canine teeth. Artistic depictions on associated artifacts show maritimus as heavyset and covered in fur. All known maritimus remains originate from SCP-7820. It is not clear how this population came to dwell thousands of kilometers from the known range of baseline Neanderthals. The presence of Arctic adaptations on even the earliest specimens has led parapaleontologists to conclude that the maritimus population diverged from Homo neanderthalensis well before its habitation of SCP-7820. The time and place of this divergence is hotly debated, but the most popular theory in parapaleontological circles supposes that the ancestors of maritimus were Neanderthals who migrated onto Atlantic sea ice from coastal Europe during a period of glaciation. Addendum 2: Meteorite Staff The most overtly anomalous object found in SCP-7820 is an ornate staff fashioned from a narwhal tusk. Writing is engraved along the staff's entire length, following the spiral pattern of the tusk. An iron meteorite roughly 17 cm in diameter is affixed to one end. The iron is strongly magnetized and displays no signs of corrosion despite its long immersion. When pointed towards magnetic north, the meteorite emits a green and pink glow that resembles an aurora. This light, spotted by an ROV on an unrelated science expedition, is what led to the initial discovery of SCP-7820. Addendum 3: Other Artifacts In addition to the meteorite staff, hundreds of bone and ivory artifacts have been retrieved from SCP-7820. The function of an artifact almost always correlates to its animal of origin; weapons and hunting implements are typically made from large predators such as polar bears, orcas, and Greenland sharks, tools predominantly originate from seals, and artwork is usually crafted from ivory or, in the case of larger pieces, whale bones. Maritimus would have also required metal tools (likely comprised of meteoric iron) to carve bone and ivory with such precision, but no such implements would have survived 10,000 years of seawater immersion. Many artifacts - and nearly all maritimus remains - bear detailed artistic depictions. Notable examples of such are summarized below, in rough order of age. When radiocarbon dating was insufficient, chronology was estimated by the relative complexity of the object and artistic depictions thereupon. Object Artistic Depictions Notes broken-off tip of woolly mammoth tusk A meteor marked with an unknown symbol falls toward a rocky island surrounded by sea ice, presumably SCP-7820. A partial humanoid figure is visible at the very edge of the broken portion; it is likely that the rest of the tusk was also carved. It is not clear how this object traveled hundreds of kilometers from the woolly mammoth's habitat. The best-supported theory states that the object was transported to SCP-7820 by its initial settlers. maritimus pelvis maritimus dancing, some playing instruments or wielding weapons, some naked and others wearing ornate clothing and headdresses Parturition pits on the pubic bones indicate that this individual birthed at least one child. wind instrument made from the rib of a seal seals playing and hunting When played, the instrument produces sounds similar to the vocalizations of bearded seals. This function is thought to be at least partially anomalous, since the acoustic properties of the rib should not be sufficient to create such noises. beluga whale skull a large (approx. 30 m) tree grows on an island (presumably SCP-7820), surrounded by a village of shelters resembling igloos and yurts The same symbol that first appeared on the meteor is repeated here, above the tree. maritimus femur maritimus sitting astride a large tree branch, picking spherical fruit and pruning dead twigs The bone has a fully healed oblique fracture. walrus ivory statue 28 cm tall a maritimus with a long, braided beard, wearing armor and a heavy cloak decorated with images of sea creatures Possible depiction of SCP-6597. maritimus mandible maritimus playing with seal pups Two of the remaining teeth have been drilled into as some form of dental surgery. beluga whale skull an immense tree (assuming the same scale as before, ~150 m) grows atop SCP-7820, surrounded by a small city of large hemispherical buildings The same symbol is repeated here, on the tree's trunk. cross-section of narwhal tusk one side depicts the night sky, as it is thought to have appeared ~40,000 years ago. The hollow center of the tusk has been incorporated into the design and apparently represents the star Vega, which was the pole star at that time. The other side seems to be a crude map of the Arctic, where the hole represents the geographic north pole. On the map side, the approximate location of SCP-7820 is marked with the same symbol that appears on representations of the tree. 5 small walrus ivory carvings Three pieces are 28 mm statuettes of maritimus: one wearing a bear skin and brandishing a spiked bone club, one dressed in a heavy cloak and wielding a two-handed spear, and one wearing ornate ceremonial garb, holding what appears to be the meteorite staff or a similar object. The fourth piece is a stylized skeleton carrying a walking stick (see above). The fifth is a dodecahedron with a different symbol engraved on each side. These objects were found in very close proximity; it is possible that they were all game pieces. skull of infant maritimus complex fractal pattern resembling a snowflake Bones show signs of malnutrition. beluga whale skull Another depiction of the city and the massive tree. The tree is now an estimated 300 meters tall, but it is leafless and has several broken branches. The city, which occupies SCP-7820's entire surface, consists of tall, cylindrical towers, many of which have wholly or partially collapsed. The usual symbol is still present on the tree, but it is now inverted. narwhal scapula a cloaked maritimus carrying a staff points at a comet in the night sky The comet bears the same symbol that the living tree did. 10-meter great horned whale tusk A carving of the aurora borealis follows the spiral of the tusk from one end to the other. Thousands of maritimus walk atop the aurora like a bridge. On the flat end at the base of the tusk, a geographically accurate image of Earth as seen from above the approximate location of SCP-7820 is carved. The tip has been removed from the other end of the tusk, creating a flat surface on which an image of the comet is carved. The maritimus procession is led by four figures with staves. A fifth such figure is standing at the bottom of the aurora bridge, watching the others depart but not following. complete skeleton of an elderly maritimus none These are the only undecorated maritimus bones to be recovered. They were found directly adjacent to the meteorite staff. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7820" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7820. Licensed under CC-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: scimshawSkeleton Name: Walking Skeleton LACMA M.91.250.119 Author: Fæ License: Public Domain Source Link: https://openverse.org/image/4bf39068-70ba-41bf-a0ba-29ba8f7ae7f3?q=ivory%20skeleton
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SCP-7821
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If you’re not gambling with your life, can you really say you’ve earned it? Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Feeling Good by Michael Bublé Item#: 7821 Level4 Containment Class: keter-numen Secondary Class: gevurah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Under Project Card Shark, relationships with Tartarean-owned casinos are to be properly maintained via POI-7821 acting as a mediator. MTF Mu-0 ("Maxwell's Demons") is to be constantly stationed at Site-666 and readied for deployment in case of necessary retrieval of Codename: Ace King. The necessary amount of funds is to be deposited into POI-7821's account to prevent any further escalation. Description: SCP-7821 designates the current decline of funding at Site-666, which has caused heavy internal damage to the site and limits its ability to handle Tartarean matters. Due to this, it has been given the classification Gevurah.1 If it continues, SCP-7821 could lead to total site failure within 2 months. Due to this, a possible TTK-Class Tartarean-Intrusion Scenario2 could form within the upcoming months as the site will not have the proper resources to prevent and/or counter one. SCP-7821’s origin appears to be a sudden streak of misfortune that has been affecting Director Randall House for multiple weeks, seemingly starting on Friday, January 13th. The origin of this is unknown, but it has cost the site hundreds of thousands of dollars, soon to reach into the millions. Director House’s gambling is the main source of income for the site and has not produced any notable incidents in the past. Addendum 7821.1: Deliberation Site-666, Las Vegas. [Agent Calendar and Director House are in House's office, with House looking out of his office window, and Agent Calendar sitting behind him.] Calendar: This seems bad. House: [sigh] Yeah, I know. Calendar: Do you have a plan? House: …do you wanna know why all of Mu-0 are Irish? Calendar: Because we can slip holy water into their whiskey? Because of their stupid little hats? Because when they ask for a pay raise, you can't understand what they're saying? House: No. Actually, a little of that last one yes, but the main reason is luck. The luck of the Irish. We need as much luck as we can get here. We need enough four-leaf clovers to make a leprechaun have an aneurysm. Enough lucky charms to start our own cereal brand. Enough rabbit's foots to make the game commission come after us. Calendar: Rabbit's feet. House: Yeah yeah, whatever. Now, back on track. How long do we have before the site is out of money? Calendar: [shuffles through papers] Uuuuh, the site will be completely devoid of money in approximately three weeks. House: We can cut back on salaries and make that two months. That should buy us some time to fix this mess before shit hits the fan. Calendar: Alright then. So, do you have any ideas on how we can fix this? House: None. We can't beg for more funding from other sites, and no one here can gamble like me. Did I ever tell you how I predicted the Super Bowl in ‘05? I bet over one million dollars on that game and nearly had that tripled by the end of the day. Just my luck, huh? Calendar: Why don't you just do that again? House: Do what? Calendar: Get someone else to gamble the money we have. House: Did you not hear me? No one else gambles like I do. Calendar: They don't have to gamble like you do. They can gamble better than you do; they can guarantee a win before they even sit down at the table. House: I'd say you're full of shit. However, what you're saying does intrigue me, so whatcha got in mind? [Agent Calendar smirks, picking up a bottle of bourbon sitting on the desk. She ignores the glasses, taking a drink directly from the bottle before leaning in closer.] Calendar: It's more like a who. [END LOG] Under the Las Vegas Accords, Site-666 successfully transferred SCP-181 from the Foundation site that held it. See below for further details: [Agent Calendar is seen driving in the middle of the desert, her eyes locked onto the road. Her phone, sitting on the passenger seat, whirs to life. Agent Calendar picks up the phone, and answers it.] Calendar: Calendar. House: You got him? Calendar: Yeah, I got him. We'll be at the site in about an hour, so get ready. House: How's he holding up? [Banging can be heard coming from the trunk of the car. Quiet weeping is audible.] Calendar: Eh, not great. To be fair, no one ever really is used to this kind of experience. He's doing great for a newbie, though. House: Heh, I've heard that before, if you know what I mean. [Agent Calendar sighs.] House: It's a necessary evil. Besides, we're merely getting him used to the feeling. Calendar: Yeah, that's true. How's the site holding up? House: Not good. Lights went out about an hour ago, TRE detectors are offline, and we can't find the goddamn breaker. Calendar: Then get someone from maintenance to fix it. They'll know where it is. House: Already tried. They're still mad about the pay cuts, so they're no help. Calendar: I was gone for two days. House: This idea of yours better fucking work, Calendar. We're betting everything we got on it. We can barely even fire up the Unit3 at this point. Calendar: It will. I'm not worried. House: Do you think he's the reason for the power outage? Calendar: Doubt it. His powers are strong, but not that strong. House: Alright, well get here as soon as you can. Calendar: Roger. [Agent Calendar hangs up the phone and places it back onto the passenger seat. She sighs, looking into the rear-view mirror at the trunk. The weeping emanating from within has not stopped.] [END LOG] Upon SCP-181's arrival at Site-666, he was immediately taken to one of the spare interrogation rooms, where he was subsequently debriefed. See below for further details: Addendum 7821.2: Orientation and Debriefing [The room is dark, only partially illuminated by the sparse number of lit candles scattered around. SCP-181 is seen tied to a chair, his face obscured by a bag covering his head. Soon, Agent Calendar and Randall House enter the room holding a manilla envelope. House sits at the table directly opposite SCP-181, with Agent Calendar approaching SCP-181, and ripping the bag off his face.] House: Wakey wakey, sleepyhead. SCP-181: [sobbing] W-where am I?! House: Get a lid on it, pal. We're not going to hurt you. SCP-181: A-are you with the Gaming Commission? Listen, I told you that I didn't cheat in those games, I was just- [House begins to laugh, and despite her best efforts, even Calendar can't help but chuckle.] Calendar: We're not with the Commission, little man. [Upon Calendar speaking, SCP-181 turns to face her, his eyes widening in horror.] SCP-181: Aaaah, demon! Calendar: Rude. [SCP-181 begins to hyperventilate, his heart rate rising drastically. House takes notice, and attempts to calm him down.] House: Hey, hey, take a deep breath. Don’t worry, she doesn't bite. Most of the time. Usually. Point is, she won’t hurt you, and neither will I. Calendar: Look, just — relax. [Agent Calendar pulls out a switchblade and cuts the ropes that bound SCP-181 to his chair. He sniffles and begins to rub his wrists in discomfort. His breathing slowly returns to normal.] House: Allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Randall House, and I am the Site Director here. That wonderful eight-foot-tall tank behind you is my right hand, Agent Calendar. [Agent Calendar moves so SCP-181 can see her, and gives a small wave.] House: We’re here to give you an offer you shouldn’t refuse. SCP-181: [adjusts glasses] T-then what was with the whole bag thing? And the candles? I thought you guys were, like, trying to scare me or something. Calendar: The bag was just the easiest way of getting you into the car. You kept yelling for help. It was very annoying. As for the candles, they're leftover ritual candles we had lying around. The power’s out here, so we needed to light up the place somehow. SCP-181: Site-666? House: We'll get to that in a second. Now, let's go over your illustrious past, shall we? [House pulls out a series of files from the manilla envelope and begins to read aloud.] House: Gregory O’Callaghan. Born in 1984 into a family of three. One mom, one dad, and a singular older sister. Lost your entire family at the age of 7 in a car accident, with you miraculously surviving with minimal injuries. Foundation sources believe that this was the first sign of your powers. SCP-181: …can we please skip this part… House: Ah, yeah. Sorry. [clears throat] At the age of 13, you had already bankrupted a small-time casino in Atlantic City, which you then left after being chased out. By 16, you had moved to Illinois, using your abilities to pay for a condo in the city before having a run-in with law enforcement. Evidence showed that they were being paid off by one of the owners of a nearby casino. Eye witness reports say the officer drew his gun but had a heart attack before he could shoot. You promptly left, and from then on, you bounced from state to state until you landed in Nevada. Once you landed in Nevada, your luck streak immediately caught the attention of the Nevada Gaming Commission. What you didn’t know at the time was that they’re not human, and get really fucking pissed when someone screws with their money. Soon, they went after you, and relied on the public to identify you with these. [House pulls out a piece of paper from the envelope, with SCP-181’s face drawn onto it.] Police sketch of SCP-181 while he was being hunted by the Nevada Gaming Commission. House: There was not a single TV station in all of Nevada that didn't show this drawing of you. It’s better than the drawings of me I’ve seen put out there. Frankly, I’m impressed. You were almost as big as Elvis then, and you got your little nickname. I think it suits you, no? Calendar: “Lucky”. Fitting. House: Your luck did eventually run out though, and the Commission caught you. You were serving a life sentence before the Foundation got its hands on you. You were quietly placed into an Armed Reliquary Containment Area, where your powers were noticed after several lucky survivals. You were studied, and the true extent of your powers was revealed: You get good luck by taking it around you, leaving nothing but bad luck. So, to make sure your powers didn’t nuke a site or cause a breach, you were kept in a random Bio-Research Area that didn’t have an on-site warhead or any Keter-class anomalies. Considered for Alpha-9, but denied due to safety concerns. Chucked into a padded cell, you were utterly alone, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. Does that sound about right? SCP-181: Why are you telling me all this? House: Because kid, we need you. And right now, unless you want to go back to your dingy little cell, you need us. Stick with us, and you’ll never need to worry about the Gaming Commission ever again. [SCP-181 does not say anything, slightly shifting in his seat.] Calendar: I can see you’re a little apprehensive. We’ll give you some time to think it over. Oh, and here. [Calendar grabs the envelope, and pulls out a large, stapled pile of paper.] SCP-181: What is that? Calendar: Your orientation. You're lucky we had a transcript of it lying around. You would normally watch it on the screen at one of the site's terminals, but [waves hands] power's out. House: We'll give you some time to read it over, and make your decision. [Agent Calendar and House rise, and head for the door. As they're about to leave, House turns around and faces SCP-181.] House: Hey, Gregory? SCP-181: Yeah? House: Do what you think is right. [House and Calendar leave, and for the next 23 minutes, SCP-181 reads the paper. Once finished, he takes off his glasses, puts a hand on his head, and takes a deep breath. He then stands up, puts his glasses back on, and heads for the door. Outside, House and Calendar are waiting for him.] Calendar: Got an answer, little man? SCP-181: …I'm in. [House immediately grins, before patting SCP-181's back.] House: Welcome to the family, kid. [END LOG] Addendum 7821.3: Acquisition of Funding Once SCP-181 officially joined the site, Agent Calendar immediately informed him of Project Card Shark, a project in which SCP-181, under the new codename Ace King, would use his anomalous abilities in order to gamble money for the site and subsequently neutralize SCP-7821. However, House insisted upon a meeting with POI-7821 beforehand. POI-7821, also known as ₦emonø, is the owner of a multitude of casinos in Vegas. ₦emonø is an Avarice-class Tartarean entity per the Thorner System4 and has had run-ins with the Foundation before. House proposed the idea to make POI-7821 give the site money in order to repurpose said money into Project Card Shark. See below for further details: [Agent Calendar, House, and SCP-181 are walking together down a poorly lit alleyway. All three of them are dressed in tuxedos and are wearing dress shoes.] House: Alright, we're getting close. SCP-181: So who is this guy? Calendar: A pain in my ass. A bad idea. House: Listen, we need some starting capital in order to get the project off the ground. This guy is our only chance at getting some dough. [House turns to face towards SCP-181, who adjusts his glasses.] House: ₦emonø is a demon who owns some of the casinos here in Vegas. Truth be told, he doesn't like me, like at all, but we need to do this. SCP-181: Alright then. [There is approximately two minutes of silence before SCP-181 breaks the silence.] SCP-181: So, does the Foundation have any celebrities in containment? [House and Calendar chuckle.] SCP-181: What? I'm just trying to break the silence. House: Alright, I'll play along. Uh, do celebrity lookalikes count? SCP-181: Nope. Gotta be legit. House: Well, we have David Schwimmer. SCP-181: The Schwimm?! No way! Calendar: You know about David Schwimmer? SCP-181: Of course! Friends was one of the only TV shows they’d show me back at my old site. Of course, I had to be more than 15 feet away from the TV for fear of it catching on fire. House: Hey, are you two chatterboxes done, or do you wanna do this? We're here. House: [faces SCP-181] Ok, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but do not say a fucking word. Let us handle this, and if he asks you any questions, you either nod or shake your head. SCP-181: Wow, is he that bad? House: First impressions really fucking matter for this kind of stuff, so if you even say the slightest thing he is offended by, everything will go to shit. He also has the ego of a fucking Republican politician, and named the place after himself. SCP-181: Oh, ok. Calendar: You two go ahead. I'll head inside in a minute. Just need to grab something real quick. House: Alright, let's do this. [House and SCP-181 enter the building, where the smell of booze and cigar smoke waft over them like a cloud. They immediately spot ₦emonø sitting at the far back with his two bodyguards stationed next to him. A large glass of wine is sitting on the table. He gestures them closer, and they approach him, with Calendar arriving shortly after. She meets them all at the table.] ₦emonø's Tavern. ₦emonø: Well well well, what do we have here? [₦emonø is a tall, chubby Tartarean entity who speaks with a heavy Italian accent. He wears a three-piece suit and a fancy gold watch. He smokes a cigar, revealing a large gold tooth in his mouth.] House: Hey, hey! ₦emonø, my friend! How've you been? ₦emonø: Cut the formalities, House. Whatcha want? Calendar: We're asking for a favor, ₦emonø. You scratch our back, we scratch yours. [Agent Calendar goes outside and quickly returns with a large IV stand.] ₦emonø: Oh yeah, now we're talking. [₦emonø immediately inserts the IV into his arm, presses a button, and lies back in his seat. The brightly colored fluid in the tube can be seen traveling down the tubes before entering ₦emonø's arm. He immediately lets out a large sigh, and takes a puff of his cigar.] ₦emonø: Oooh yeah, that's the good stuff. Calendar: Pure sin. It's good, isn't it? Plenty of it where that came from, big boy. House: All you need to do is work with us. [₦emonø points towards SCP-181, and takes a puff of his cigar. The subsequent plume of smoke flies directly into SCP-181's face, who coughs and recoils in disgust.] ₦emonø: Who's the kid? House: He's the man who's going to make us a hell of a lot of money. [Silence fills the room as House waits for ₦emonø to react. ₦emonø immediately begins to laugh, with House clenching his fists in anger. ₦emonø’s laugh quickly turns into hacking and wheezing, and he clears his throat before continuing.] ₦emonø: [chuckling] Is this some of kind of joke? Oh wait, let me guess: A liar, a bitch, and a rando walk into a tavern- House: Don't call them that. ₦emonø: Excuse you? House: I said don't call them that. ₦emonø: Oh ho ho, look who put on his big boy pants! SCP-181: House, I- House: Can it. I know what I'm doing. [House reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a quarter. He immediately flips it, catches it in his hand, and slams it down onto the table. He looks ₦emonø in the eyes as he speaks.] House: Call it. I win, you help us. You win, you get my soul. Calendar: Boss… ₦emonø: You really wanna do this? House: Absolutely. ₦emonø: Hope you like brimstone, because that's all you're gonna see for eternity. Endless, agonizing pain awaits y- House: Cut the crap. You're stalling. Now, are you going to keep on yapping, or are you going to fucking call it?! [The room is filled with a loud, nearly deafening silence.] ₦emonø: …tails. [House lifts his hand, revealing the coin to be heads up. Upon seeing this, ₦emonø immediately begins to laugh.] ₦emonø: Oh, well played! You got balls, I'll give you that. You fellas got yourself a deal! House: Thank you very much. We'll talk soon. [House immediately turns away, but ₦emonø grabs his wrist and speaks.] ₦emonø: Don't let me down, House. [₦emonø lets go of House's wrist, and House immediately heads for the door, with Agent Calendar and SCP-181 following. As soon as they're out of earshot, SCP-181 immediately begins to speak.] SCP-181: That was really risky. House: The chances of me losing were near zero, it was a risk I was willing to take. Calendar: But not zero. You could've blown it. House: Listen, here's a piece of advice: You have to take risks in order to succeed. Put some skin in the game, you hear? SCP-181: Yeah, I get it. Calendar: Let's get back on track. We have the funds to start, but ₦emonø's a real bastard. He'll give us the bare minimum buy-in. So, that means that we need to start the project soon or we’ll have nothing. House: We're going to start tomorrow night, got it? SCP-181: Got it. House: Good. Now, let's all get some rest. We're gonna need it. [The group begin to walk back the way they came, the full moon in the sky illuminating the area.] [END LOG] With the necessary funds being obtained from POI-7821, Project Card Shark was given the final green light. The first operation would be a casino along the Las Vegas Strip, with winnings from the casino immediately plugged directly into the site. See below for further details: Addendum 7821.4: Execution of Project Card Shark Recommended Reading Music [♬] - The Villian I Appear to Be by Connor Spiotto [House and SCP-181 are seen back at Site-666, the building still lit up by a myriad of candles. Agent Calendar is noticeably missing.] SCP-181: I- I don't think I can do this… [SCP-181 is visibly nervous, with their hands slightly shaking.] House: You'll do awesome out there, kid. Everything will be nice and kino. Goddamnit, where's Calendar? Calendar: [distant] Here. [Calendar approaches the two, a small object held tightly within her hand.] Calendar: Had to grab the package. [Calendar brings up her hand, revealing the object to be a small case. Opening it, Calendar displays a pair of glasses.] SCP-181: They’re… glasses? Calendar: Put them on. There’s… something attached to the rims. House: A camera, Calendar. Calendar: Yeah, whatever. It lets me see whatever you see. Had a couple of the basement scientists whip it up. They said it 'matches your prescription'. SCP-181: Oh sick! [SCP-181 takes off his glasses, puts them in his pocket, and immediately puts on the new pair.] House: Where the hell’d you get the resources for this? Calendar: Gave them the day off and sent them to have a good time. Didn't cost us a penny. House: And you didn’t think to run this by me at all? Calendar: Easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission. House: Attagirl. Right, let’s get this show on the road. Van’s outside, and we’re not getting any poorer. [The group makes their way outside, with a large white van waiting for them. House and Calendar immediately enter the back of the van, with SCP-181 following them, still visibly anxious. Once all members are inside, they shut the door, and the van drives off into the night.] House: Alright, so this is how it’s going to work: You’re going to go in there, gamble a fuck-ton, get us some money, and get out. Don’t stay longer than you have to, don’t cause trouble, and most importantly, have some fun! I'm kidding, the most important part is to make a fuck-ton of money. Calendar: Here, put this on. I'll be with you the whole time, little guy. You’ll do just fine. [Calendar hands SCP-181 a small earbud, which he places in his ear.] [UNIDENTIFIED]: T-minus 5 minutes to the place, folks. Is he ready? House: Besides the fact that he looks like he’s about to shit himself, yeah, he’s ready. [UNIDENTIFIED]: Welp, might as well make acquaintances with him. [The man turns to face SCP-181, his hands still tightly gripped onto the steering wheel.] [UNIDENTIFIED]: The name’s Clark Adams, but you can call me Clark. So, you’re the tychekinetic that everyone’s been talking about. House: I will pay you $5 if you can tell me what tychekinetic is. Adams: Pshh, of course I know what it means. House: Then say it. [Silence fills the van, with all eyes trained onto Agent Adams.] Adams: …okay fine, I don’t know… House: A tychekinetic is an entity with the ability to manipulate probability and luck, whether it be voluntarily or involuntarily. Moron. SCP-181: [sheepishly] Yep, that’s…that’s me. Adams: Welp, I’m sure you’ll do great out there. SCP-181: Hey, shouldn’t you keep your eyes on the road? Adams: Relax kid, I know this place like the back of my hand, hell even better than that. [Agent Adams turns back to face the road, immediately having to stop short to avoid a collision with the car in front of him. He immediately honks his horn and curses the other driver.] Calendar: Damnit, give me the wheel if you're going to drive like that. Adams: Hey, that’s not on me! That asshole up there stopped short. [The van begins to drive again, this time with Agent Adams more intently focused on the road ahead.] [Eventually, the van slowly comes to a halt, with Agent Adams stepping outside and opening the back door.] Adams: It’s showtime. You ready? SCP-181: I…yeah, yeah I’m ready. House: That’s the spirit! Now get in there and make us some dough. SCP-181: Alright, here goes nothing! Interior of the casino. [SCP-181 heads towards the building, and goes inside. Inside, the atmosphere can only be described as one of pure excitement. People can be seen sitting at slot machines, while others are sitting at the tables. SCP-181 immediately heads towards one of the tables and converts the money into chips. Once doing so, he begins to look for a table.] House: [beep] Is this thing on? Hello? Ace King, do you read? SCP-181: [whispering] I hear you, House. House: What was that? SCP-181: [whispering] I said I hear you! House: Sorry, couldn’t quite make that out. [SCP-181 sighs, and begrudgingly speaks.] SCP-181: I hear you, Snake Eyes. House: There we go. See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Codenames can be fun! SCP-181: [sarcastically] Uh huh. House: Wait, hang on. Are you pushing your finger against the earpiece? SCP-181: Yeah, how else do I respond? House: Listen, this isn't some spy movie, you idiot. The device will pick you up no matter what, so don't press on it. God, that thing probably has so much earwax on it now. It's probably more crusty than Clark's sock. Adams: [muffled] I heard that! House: [to Adams] I made sure you did! Notice I said only one sock? SCP-181: Hey, can we focus? House: Yeah, yeah. Alright, first step: Grab a drink. The more you drink, the more people think you're a sucker. Head to the bar, and treat yourself to something. Oh, and from now on, don't talk. People generally don't trust someone who talks to someone nobody can see. [SCP-181 navigates his way through the crowd, eventually finding his way at the bar. He approaches it, and takes a seat.] Bartender: What can I getcha? SCP-181: Uh, I'll just have a club soda, thanks. Bartender: Hmph. [The bartender walks off, with SCP-181 taking off his glasses and wiping it with his shirt.] House: A club soda? Really? You’re not in rehab, kid. Put some hair on your chest. SCP-181: [calling towards bartender] Actually, I'll have a Grasshopper instead! House: Well, it's a start. [The bartender soon returns with a Grasshopper, its mint green color highlighted by a chocolate garnish. SCP-181 takes a sip and takes a deep breath. Once finished, he gets up, and heads towards a nearby roulette table.] Croupier5: Alright, place your bets. House: Let's have fun with the guy. Start out small, and then gradually go bigger. SCP-181: I'll bet $100 on all-black. [The croupier places the ball into the roulette table and spins it. Slowly, as the wheel lands to a stop, the ball lands on a black square.] Croupier: Hey, lucky you. Your payout is $100. House: Okay, now let's have some fun with the mook. SCP-181: I'll put $200 now on… actually, why don't I let you have some fun? Pick a number. Croupier: Sir, I must say that is very ill-advised. SCP-181: I like those odds. Now, pick a number. Croupier: I'm afraid my bosses wouldn't allow me to even if I wished to, sir. SCP-181: Do it, and I tip you $100. C'mon, lighten up! Croupier: Alright, if you say so. [The croupier places the chips on 16 and spins the wheel. The ball slowly rolls to a halt on number 16, to the shock of the croupier.] Croupier: I…uh, wow! Tonight really must be your night, sir! SCP-181: Yeah, no kidding. [For the next two hours, SCP-181 continues to bet extravagantly at the table, each time winning. There is a notable tone shift in SCP-181's speaking, becoming more bold with each turn.] House: Alright, now, let's keep going. Three of the least likely numbers are 3, 13, and 34. I have no doubt that the croupier knows this, so why not place some chips on those squares? I bet you by the end of the night, that guy'll be slackjawed. SCP-181: I'll place all my chips on number 13. Croupier: I…are you sure? SCP-181: What, don't trust my judgment? House: Less yapping, more placing. SCP-181: [clears throat] Yeah, I'm sure. [The croupier, now with shaking hands, places the ball into the table, the three large piles of chips on the numbers 3, 13, and 34 visible. The dealer spins the table and watches as the ball lands on 13. The dealer, eyes wide, seems to reach down underneath the table.] House: You see him reaching underneath the table? That means he just pressed a silent alarm, meaning a little team will be heading over to you now. It also means the nearest pit boss will be making a beeline towards you. You have maybe 30 seconds to scram before you'll be at the center of the world's sweatiest dogpile. Leave that table, cash out, and head towards the nearest exit. The van'll be ready to pick you up. SCP-181: Copy that. Croupier: You talking to me? [SCP-181 does not acknowledge the croupier, and immediately grabs their chips. He tips the slack-jawed croupier and immediately cashes out his chips. Once he receives the money, SCP-181 tucks the money into his suit pocket and exits the building. Shouting can be heard behind him, rapidly approaching him.] House: Time to scram. Security's on your ass. [SCP-181 looks around, and immediately responds with panic.] SCP-181: The van's not here! Where the fuck are you?! House: Just enjoying the show. Now, be a doll and face the front door. I got a hunch I know what's about to happen. SCP-181: What?! Are you fucking insane? House: Shut up and do it. [SCP-181 faces the front door of the casino, where 3 security guards can be seen running out. They lock eyes with SCP-181 and begin to rapidly approach him. As they get closer, one of them trips, causing the other two to fall over them. As this happens, the van begins to pull up.] House: Alright, show’s over. Hop on in. SCP-181: Best advice you've said all day. [SCP-181 hops into the van, which immediately speeds away from the scene. Inside, House can be seen laughing.] House: Fuckin' A! God damn, that was excellent. Did you see the way those fuckers fell? Dropped like a sack of potatoes! Calendar: [taking earpiece out from SCP-181's ear] Nice work out there. That money should fund us for a few days, which definitely is a start. [House grabs a nearby laptop, and powers it on. He immediately begins typing on it and smiles.] House: [looking at laptop] Well, looks like your powers also knocked out the security cameras you were near.6 This means we can come back in a couple of days and they'll have no way to identify you. Hell, even if they do, how're they going to stop you? So, how are you feeling? SCP-181: I feel… great! That was exhilarating! I haven't felt that alive in years! House: Good to hear, since you're doing it again tomorrow. New casino, new game, new idiots to rob blind. Trust me, it’s all smooth sailing from here. [END LOG] Starting Amount: $5,000 Ending Amount: Roughly $23,000 Afterword: The first operation of Project Card Shark is seen as a success. With the success of Project Card Shark's first operation, the continuation of the project was deemed a high priority for the neutralization of SCP-7821 and the overall functionality of the site. The following is an abridged list of operations under Project Card Shark: Field Operation Target Location Starting Amount Ending Amount Status #2 Mandalay Bay $20,000 $31,716 SUCCESS #3 The Bellagio $28,000 $53,855 SUCCESS #4 Caesars Palace $53,500 $86,977 SUCCESS [26 LOGS HAVE BEEN OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Field Operation Target Location Starting Amount Ending Amount Status #31 Treasure Island $477,000 $721,289 SUCCESS #32 The Mirage $720,000 $1,002,523 SUCCESS [FURTHER LOGS CAN BE PROVIDED UPON REQUEST BY YOUR SITE DIRECTOR.] WARNING! The following information is restricted to LEVEL 6 Clearance. Any attempt to view the information below without proper clearance will be met with immediate termination. Proceed at your own risk. DEPLOYING MEMETIC KILL AGENT LIFE SIGNS VERIFIED. YOU MAY PROCEED. Addendum 7821.5: Incident Log Field Operation: #43 Target Location: Lady Luck Casino Local Time: 8:32 PM Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Luck Be A Lady by Frank Sinatra [SCP-181, House, and Agent Calendar are seen inside the van, with Agent Calendar driving. Its interior is illuminated by the numerous monitors showing security footage of the casino.] SCP-181: Ok, so what's the plan again? Calendar: Same as usual, but this time the boss is coming with you. He might make some money. Or more likely, he'll act like enough of a flashy idiot to get the eyes off you. Order your drinks separately, go to different tables, make us some money. House: It'll be fun! With you and me playing, the casino's in for a real deuce-y. Get it? Because it sounds like dooz- yeah you fuckin' get it. SCP-181: Alright, double trouble. Sounds interesting. Adams: Look alive! We have arrived, people! [The van slowly comes to a halt, with SCP-181 pressing the side of his glasses, causing some of the monitors in the van to begin to show his perspective. House and SCP-181 exit the van, and close the door behind them.] SCP-181: Oh, and House? House: Yeah? SCP-181: Can we stop with the codenames? House: In your dreams pal. SCP-181: Welp, worth a shot. [House and SCP-181 enter the casino, immediately eyeing the tables, and heading towards the bar. Once getting there, they sit down, and wave over the bartender.] Bartender: Alright, what can I get you? House: Just give me a dirty martini with a shot of olive juice. Bartender: On it. [The bartender walks off, and soon returns with the drink, which House takes. Once taking a sip, House begins to speak to SCP-181.] House: Alright, I already see where I'm going. You see that yokel wearing the ten-gallon hat? SCP-181: Yeah, I got eyes on him. House: That guy is easy money personified. His shoes are untied, meaning he's sloppy. Shirt collar is messed up, and he's got a stain on his pants, meaning he's been drinking way too much. He shook someone's hand with his left hand, yet grabbed a drink with his right. He's sloppy, uncoordinated, and not thinking straight, so if you need me, I'll be bleeding that country bumpkin dry. [House gets up from the table and follows the man towards one of the tables, martini in hand. After a moment of waiting, SCP-181 turns back to the bartender.] SCP-181: [to bartender] I'll get a Vesper Martini, shaken not stirred. [UNIDENTIFIED]: It's on me. [SCP-181 turns to his right, where a tall woman with dark hair and even darker eyes meets his gaze. Her lips are glossed with bright red lipstick, and her neck is garnished with a glistening diamond necklace. He smiles, and begins to start a conversation.] SCP-181: That's very kind of you, ma'am. [UNIDENTIFIED]: Oh, it was nothing. SCP-181: What's your name? [UNIDENTIFIED]: Pantelina Tyche, but you can just call me Pantelina. And you? SCP-181: O'Callaghan. Gregory O'Callaghan. POI-777: So, what brings you and your friend to Vegas? SCP-181: Oh, the usual. Lights, action, money. POI-777: Well, it looks like your friend over there isn't doing so hot. House: [distant] THIS GAME IS RIGGED! POI-777: Hmph. Tough luck. SCP-181: Yeah, guess so. Calendar: [over comm] You need to leave. Now. SCP-181: [clears throat] Excuse me for a moment. [SCP-181 stands up, and walks a few feet away from the bar. He then begins to mumble to Calendar, confusion present in his voice.] SCP-181: Are you kidding? I haven't even started yet! Calendar: It's not you, it's her. She- [Agent Calendar is cut off as high-pitched static begins to play over the comm, the audio becoming heavily distorted.] SCP-181: Hello? Calendar, do you read? Calendar: [over comm] <inaudible> -kinetic. She's dan- <inaudible> SCP-181: Come in, damnit! POI-777: Something wrong? [SCP-181 jumps in surprise, turning around to see Pantelina standing behind him. He attempts to play it off.] SCP-181: No, everything's fine. POI-777: Good. [Pantelina walks back to the bar, takes a sip of her drink, and begins to smirk.] POI-777: It's a shame though that the Foundation hasn't learned its lesson yet. Though, they never were the best at learning from past mistakes. SCP-181: [stuttering] I…how…? POI-777: Oh, come now. You really thought you were the only tychekinetic in the world? I invented the concept, sweetie. It’s in the name. The Foundation even gave me a number, just like you. SCP-181: You're like me… POI-777: Oh, but I'm far better. Observe. [POI-777 turns to face a nearby waitress, who immediately trips and falls to the floor. POI-777 then turns her attention to a nearby table, where a crowd cheers as a man wins a large sum of money. SCP-181 stands slackjawed, unable to form words.] POI-777: Oh, and by the way, your powers didn't knock out your little earpiece. Mine did. Didn't want to ruin the moment so soon. SCP-181: How did you know I was with the Foundation? POI-777: Lucky guess? [POI-777 chuckles, before taking a sip of her drink, and continuing.] POI-777: No, not quite. I know lots of things, Gregory. I know who you are, I know who the Foundation is, and I know your little friend over there who seems to be enjoying my little parting gift to the Foundation. [At the table, House can be seen visibly upset, him throwing down his cards onto the table in anger.] POI-777: I also know you went to ₦emonø. He's old, you know. At least a couple of centuries. Older than you, and almost as old as me. Almost. SCP-181: Y-you caused SCP-7821? POI-777: Is that what they're calling it nowadays? Well, I can't be surprised. If the Foundation can't control it, they slap a number onto it. SCP-181: What do you want? POI-777: Oh Gregory, always straight to the point. I like that. If you must know, I merely just came to chat, send my regards to the Overseers, and remind them of their place. Of course, it doesn't have to stop there. SCP-181: What? POI-777: Let's play a little game, you and me. No comms, no help, no nothing. Just you, me, and our little gifts. I promise you the reward is one you would find quite generous. I'll even throw in the permanent removal of, what did you call it again, SCP-7821? [House looks back at SCP-181, immediately spotting POI-777 next to him. She gives him a smile, and he immediately bolts out of his chair and heads towards the two. While running towards the pair, two members of security tackle him to the ground.] SCP-181: House! POI-777: [sarcastically] Oops, looks like your little friend there got caught counting cards. What a pity. Guess tonight just wasn't his night. House: Get away from her! You don’t know what you’re dealing with, kid! POI-777: Aw, no hello? Manners, Randall. Tsk tsk tsk. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're trying to have a conversation. House: You b- [House is cut off as he is forcefully taken outside of the casino, albeit with some resistance on his part, to the delight of POI-777.] POI-777: Good riddance. Frankly, he’s too chatty for my taste. Let’s see if those guys can knock some sense into him. Now, where were we? SCP-181: We’re done here. [SCP-181 begins to walk away from the bar, with POI-777 calling out to him.] POI-777: Aw, do the adults say playtime is over? Quite a shame, and here I thought you had no one left to look up to. Guess you had to find the next best thing, hm? A horrible choice, really. [SCP-181 stops walking, but still doesn’t turn around.] SCP-181: What did you just say? POI-777: Oof, deep cut, wasn't it? I said you have nowhere else to go. You're like a puppy who craves love and attention, a puppet willingly tying his own strings. The Foundation uses you, and they used me, too, only I was able to break free. I’d offer that freedom to you, but I know you’d decline. Now, go on, leave with your tail between your legs. [SCP-181 turns around, his teeth gritted in anger. He walks up to POI-777, and coldly states.] SCP-181: Oh, I ain't running. POI-777: Then what are we waiting for? After all, the night is still young. [POI-777 finishes her drink, and walks away from the bar, with SCP-181 following behind. They stop at a professional poker table, with only three other players sitting at it. They both sit down on opposite sides of the table and begin to play. Soon, the remaining three other players leave, with what once used to be their money now shared between SCP-181 and POI-777. They continue to play, the ante growing ever larger as the night goes on. A crowd has now formed around them, watching in anticipation with each round played.] POI-777: I must say, I'm impressed. Didn't think you'd last this long. [POI-777 chuckles, and continues.] POI-777: I bet ol' Randall would've made a joke out of that. That's the thing with him, isn't it? A silver-tongued devil with a dirty mind, with an ego the size of Nevada to boot. He thinks he can control every little aspect of things, that the world revolves around him. SCP-181: A little ego here and there isn't the worst thing to have, now is it? POI-777: No, it is not. There are much worse things to experience. You're living proof of that, Gregory… Dealer: Excuse me, madam. What is your choice of game? POI-777: Texas Hold 'Em. I want to get this over with. Besides, I have more important games to attend to tonight. [The dealer begins to place the deck into the card shuffler, the machine whirring to life as the cards begin to mix amongst one another. Once done, the dealer begins to deal the cards.] SCP-181: [sarcastically] Aw, seeing someone else? I thought we had something special. [Both players look at their cards, with SCP-181 seeing he has an Eight of Spades and Ten of Clubs. Each player checks. The dealer buries a card, and the flop is then shown, with the cards being a Jack, Queen, and Ace of Spades.] POI-777: Haha, very funny. Your file certainly didn't list your sense of humor. SCP-181: You've read my file? POI-777: Read? Honey, I know it from cover to cover. A little runaway orphan taken in by the Foundation and thrown into solitary, always being eyed by people who only cared about their own selfish wellbeing. Such a heart-wrenching sob story. But it's not that simple, is it? SCP-181: I don't know what you're talking about… [This time, while SCP-181 checks, POI-777 adds a stack of chips to the ante, which SCP-181 calls. The dealer buries a card and shows the turn, which is a Nine of Spades.] POI-777: Oh, but you do. I can see it in your eyes, hell your soul. That one day when you looked at someone, and just for a moment, they weren't scared of you. There was no malice, no hatred, no fear. Just for a single moment, you felt normal…It didn't last though, and the next day, it was the same fearful look again. You never forgot that one day though, did you? SCP-181: … POI-777: That moment, that one small moment where you were happy. That was God, Gregory. Or the next best alternative when it comes to power: Me. Oh yes, the Council was interested in you back when I was an Overseer. In their greedy eyes, they wanted to use your powers to benefit themselves. Typical Foundation behavior. I, on the other hand, wasn’t for it, and in a not-so-shocking turn of events, I voted against it. So, every time you sat alone in that padded cell, wishing for some chance of freedom or comfort, every moment you craved for things to change, know that I did that. [SCP-181's nostrils begin to flare, his face teeming with rage. SCP-181 checks once more, but this time, POI-777 does not immediately respond.] POI-777: …All in. [POI-777 pushes her remaining chips into the pot, the dealer saying it is approximately ten million dollars. Nearby, another man at a table slams his fists against the table in anger, the dealer taking away their chips.] SCP-181: You're bluffing. POI-777: Are you really willing to risk it all on that? [SCP-181 calls her, pushing his chips into the pot, which comes to a grand total of roughly twenty million dollars.] POI-777: Daring today, aren’t we? [The dealer buries a card and shows the final card, which is an Eight of Spades. SCP-181 and POI-777 look at the card. They both smile.] [SCP-181 shows his cards, revealing his Eight of Spades and Ten of Clubs. He pushes up his glasses, and begins to chuckle.] Dealer: A straight for the gentleman. And you, madam? [POI-777 flips over her cards, revealing a Ten and King of Spades. SCP-181's smile fades.] Dealer: A royal flush for the lady! Ms. Tyche's hand is the highest. [POI-777 thanks the dealer, who begins to count her chips, and places them into a large chip rack.] SCP-181: That’s…how…? POI-777: Oh Gregory, you still don't get it, do you? I'm not just a tychekinetic, I'm a god. You never had a chance to begin with, although it was entertaining to see you try. You think fast on your feet, I'll give you that. Let's see how literal that is… SCP-181: What? POI-777: I called the Gaming Commission as soon as you showed up. They'll be here in about 10 seconds. Αντιο σας!7 [SCP-181 continues to sit there in awe, watching as POI-777 grabs all her winnings. She looks directly at him, smiles, and points behind him. Turning around, SCP-181 sees two large Tartarean entities both donning a suit and fedora chatting to a floorman. The subsequent review of the footage8 revealed they were Ira-class Tartarean entities. Ira-class is associated with Wrath — confident, choleric, passionate, equate violence with both positive and negative emotions; always looking for a fight. The floorman then gestures in SCP-181's direction, causing SCP-181's heart rate to rapidly accelerate.] [Without hesitation, SCP-181 immediately begins running towards the exit, the two Tartarean entities chasing after him, pushing people aside as they run towards him.] Entity #1: Hey, get back here! [SCP-181 runs past a table, accidentally knocking over a rack of chips, which causes a large crowd to form trying to collect the fallen chips. The two Tartarean entities, still hot on SCP-181's trail, don't notice the crowd on the floor and subsequently trip over them. SCP-181 continues to run, and heads outside.] [SCP-181 immediately runs towards the right of the casino, heading into a dark alleyway. There, he hides behind a dumpster, watching as the two entities exit the casino, and begin to look around for him.] Entity #1: Goddamnit, where'd he go?! Entity #2: He couldn't have gotten far. C'mon, let's keep looking. [The two entities walk away, with SCP-181 slowing down his breathing, before looking at his surroundings. He notices a figure lying face down on the ground in the alley, their body heavily bruised, and their suit torn. Walking forward, SCP-181 can now see that the man is none other than Randall House.] SCP-181: Oh shit! House, are you okay? House: [slurred] Do I fuckin' LOOK okay to you?! [House attempts to pick himself up, but to no avail. SCP-181 grabs him and helps him to his feet, finally able to look at his face. House's face is heavily bruised, with his lip bloody, and now donning a black eye.] SCP-181: We need to go! The Commission knows I'm here! The van should be nearby, let's go. House: [slurred] Just… give me a second… [House goes limp, and faceplants on the floor. SCP-181 sighs, and again pulls him to his feet, attempting to help House walk. Once they make it out of the alleyway, they begin to walk along the Strip, still searching for the van.] House: C'mon, where the fuck is it?! SCP-181: There! [SCP-181 points towards the van, which is seen rapidly driving towards them. Agent Adams can be seen in the driver's seat, the windshield riddled with bullet holes. As House and SCP-181 run towards the van, they look to see if they're being followed, just catching the two Tartarean entities spotting them. House and SCP-181 now are moving as fast as they can toward the van, the two Tartarean entities in hot pursuit. Finally, the van screeches to a halt by the two, where they open the backdoor, and race inside. As soon as they enter, the van speeds off.] Calendar: I've been trying to get in touch for half an hour, pick up your damn earpieces! What the hell happened? SCP-181: I'll explain on the way! Where have you guys been? Adams: Not 5 minutes after you fucking left, we got rained down on by gunfire, and had to bail. What the fuck did you do?! SCP-181: Ok, so… I may have lost some money to a luck god. House: ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! [SCP-181 begins to explain what happened, but is cut off by Agent Adams.] Recommended Reading Music [♬] - Lust for Life by Iggy Pop Adams: Hey! We got company! [Behind them, a black SUV begins to follow them, the two Tartarean entities seen in the front seats. The SUV rolls down one of its front windows, with one of the entities shooting at them with a Tommy Gun. The van immediately becomes riddled with bullet holes.] Adams: We can lose them Downtown! [The van takes a sudden sharp turn, causing everyone inside to lose their balance. Behind them, the SUV still continues to chase them, firing a barrage of bullets at the van.] Calendar: Heads down. I got it. [SCP-181 and House both lower their heads as Calendar pulls out a pistol from her suit. She cocks it, before speaking.] Calendar: Boss, cover— [Calendar turns to look at House, who is still heavily bruised and barely lucid. She sighs, and turns to face SCP-181, handing him the gun.] Calendar: Great. You're up, little guy. Cover me. Point, brace, pull. [Calendar then pulls out a large shotgun, quickly cocking it, and checks the sight. Once ready, she aims it forward.] SCP-181: You just carry that around with you?! Calendar: Obviously. Now, on my mark. 1…2… SCP-181: I-are you sure you want me to- Calendar: Go! [In an instant, Calendar kicks open the backdoor and begins firing her shotgun at the car, with SCP-181 providing cover fire. Calendar fires her shotgun, shattering the windshield. The two Tartarean entities continue to fire, each bullet ripping through the van, with one bullet whizzing by SCP-181 and striking Agent Adams in the shoulder.] Adams: Fuck! Calendar: Alright, enough fucking around. [Calendar leaps from the van onto the hood of the SUV, firing her shotgun into one of the Tartarean entities driving the car, causing it to fly off the road and crash in a large fireball. Slowly, House starts to gain lucidity.] SCP-181: Calendar! House: …she's fine… SCP-181: What? House: She's a Wrath demoness, and a kickass one at that. She eats stuff like that for breakfast. Watch. [SCP-181 looks back at the flaming wreck, watching Calendar slowly walk out of the flames, with one of the Tartarean entity's bloody heads in her hand. House smiles.] House: Attagirl. [The van continues to drive, eventually stopping at the site. Agent Calendar is already there waiting for them. Slowly, Adams gets out of the car, his hand pushed against his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding.] Calendar: How you holding up there, Adams? Adams: [wincing in pain] 'Tis but a flesh wound. Calendar: There's some whiskey inside you can use to clean the wound, and we'll get you some bandaids. Adams: Righto. [Agent Adams heads inside, his shirt still covered in his own blood. He can still be seen gritting his teeth in pain.] House: [sarcastically] And I'm good too, thanks for asking. [faces SCP-181] You? SCP-181: Yeah, yeah I'm good. House: Great, now I can do this. [House immediately punches SCP-181 in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. He looks up to see House, whose eyes are filled with rage.] House: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? Did you not hear us when we said to, oh I don't know, LEAVE?! Adams getting shot, me getting my ass handed to me, that was your fault! Now we're out of money again, and everything’s gone tits up. You're gone, you hear me?! Gone! Pack your shit, because you're gone in the morning. [House walks inside, with Calendar waiting behind, watching as House enters the site and goes out of view. She turns to face SCP-181, and helps him get to his feet.] Calendar: You fucked up, little man. Plain and simple. SCP-181: I…yeah, I did. Calendar: Boss'll cool down in an hour or two. Wait around, talk to him. See if you can make him change his mind. [Calendar begins to walk towards the site, but stops as SCP-181 calls out to her.] SCP-181: Do you think he will? Calendar: [shrugs] Don't know. But you don't exactly have a lot of options, do you? [Agent Calendar heads inside, and after a moment, SCP-181 enters the site.] [END LOG] Ending Amount: -$15,000,000 Afterword: Efforts are to be put underway to handle the Veil-breaking events described. This operation is deemed a FAILURE. Addendum 7821.6: Reconvening at Site-666 Location: Randall House's Office, Site-666 Local Time: 11:26 PM [Randall House can be seen sitting in his chair, talking on the phone with someone, an ice bag pressed against his right eye. Soon, SCP-181 enters, visibly nervous.] House: -yes and for the last time, I'm canceling the transfer of it down here. We have enough problems here as is, the last thing we need is some schmuck scared of using the toilet. [House looks up and sees SCP-181, who gives a small wave.] House: Hang on, I'll call you back. [House hangs up the phone, and takes a deep sigh. He then lowers his head, and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.] House: Was wondering when you were going to show up. SCP-181: House, I am truly sorry for what happened. I…I just got caught up in the moment and she- [SCP-181 is cut off as House motions for him to stop, as he begins to speak.] House: I know. I watched the footage, saw what she said to you. She got in your head, plain and simple. Wound you up like a toy soldier, and let you loose. I get it, truly I do. SCP-181: S-so you're not transfering me back? House: Not quite. [House pulls open a drawer on his desk and pulls out a stack of papers. He then walks towards SCP-181, and hands him the papers, who immediately begins reading them.] SCP-181: Are these… House: Transfer papers to Site-169. It's a recreational facility for anomalies, with little to no action. You'll live the rest of your days in boring, uneventful comfort. After everything you've been through, you don't deserve to be put in some random Bio-Research Area. You're a good kid. You don't deserve that. SCP-181: I…House, you must be joking. House: I'm not. There’ll be a transport vehicle to take you in the morning. SCP-181: You can't! I just got used to it here, I care about people here. You can't just take that away from me! House: I'm sorry, Gregory. That's the way it has to be. [Tears begin to slowly form in SCP-181's eyes as he quickly runs out of the room, with House calling out after him. After a moment of running, he makes it to his quarters, where he goes inside and locks the door. Once doing so, he backs away from the door, as more tears form in his eyes. In a fit of rage, he begins to trash his room, knocking over objects and pieces of furniture. He grabs a nearby glass paperweight and throws it at his bathroom mirror, shattering it. SCP-181 slowly crumples into a ball and continues to cry.] [After a moment, SCP-181 lifts his head up, staring at his reflection in the broken shards of the mirror. Suddenly, his eyes widen with realization, and just for a split second, a smile forms on his face. SCP-181 lifts up his glasses, wipes his tears, and exits his room.] [SCP-181 makes his way toward one of the site terminals, turns it on, and inputs a USB stick. After several minutes of frivolous typing and scrolling, he smiles.] SCP-181: Jackpot. [He begins reading a file, his smile growing wider with each passing minute. Once finished, he pulls out the USB stick and backs away from the site terminal, which appears to suffer a short circuit and shuts off.9] [He begins to walk towards the exit, avoiding any nearby security personnel, before leaving the site entirely.] [END LOG] Addendum 7821.7: Confrontation of POI-782110 Location: Near ₦emonø’s Tavern Local Time: 11:41 PM [SCP-181 can be seen walking through a dark alleyway, the path before him illuminated by the moonlight. After a short while of walking, he can see the lights of a nearby building slowly come into view. Upon getting closer, the words "₦emonø's Tavern" illuminated in red neon lights. Slowly, SCP-181 enters, immediately spotting POI-7821 sitting at the back table eating a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, his two bodyguards standing nearby. Slowly, he approaches ₦emonø.] ₦emonø: Huh, the fuck you want? SCP-181: We need to talk, ₦emonø. ₦emonø: [burp] You think you can just come barging in here like you own the place? Take a look at the sign kid, I own the joint, not you. Now, I suggest you leave before I have these two fine gentlemen make you. [₦emonø snaps his fingers, causing the two bodygaurds to lift up their jackets, revealing their firearms. Slowly, the two Tartarean entities approach SCP-181, gesturing him to leave. In mere seconds, SCP-181 punches one of the entities to the floor and grabs his firearm. Before the other can react, he is pistol-whipped by SCP-181.] [The remaining entity gets to his feet and attempts to swing at SCP-181, but he dodges it, knocking over some of the tables. SCP-181 grabs a nearby wine bottle, and hits the bodyguard on the head, knocking him to the ground. The Tartarean entity grabs the fallen entity's gun and begins to fire at SCP-181, who ducks and hides behind the now-fallen table, dropping his gun in the process.] [After a moment, the Tartarean entity approaches the table, only to be met with SCP-181 stabbing it in the eye with a silver fork. The bodyguard screams in pain and begins to walk back, but slips on the blood now pooling on the floor. As he falls, his head makes contact with the corner of the table, and his body lands on the ground with a hard thud. After a moment, blood can be seen exiting the back of his head and pooling around him, his body lying motionless. SCP-181 then turns to face ₦emonø.] SCP-181: Y'know, Pantelina told me about you. Said you were old, real old. But I wonder, with all that age, did you ever watch any of the classics? [₦emonø takes a swing at SCP-181, but SCP-181 ducks, grabbing ₦emonø by the arm, and throwing him onto the floor. SCP-181 continues to speak.] SCP-181: The good stuff, you know? The Spaghetti Westerns, Die Hard, those types of flicks. And they had such memorable quotes, too. So, why don't I remind you of one of 'em: Ever seen Dirty Harry? [₦emonø quickly grabs one of the guard's guns, and points at SCP-181's face, who does not react. Instead, SCP-181 leans closer so the barrel is now directly against his head.] ₦emonø: You got a death wish, pal?! SCP-181: I count six shots. But hey, maybe I miscounted. Let me tell you this though: If you pull that trigger, and my brains aren't decorating the walls, I will grab you by the horns and bash your skull in. ₦emonø: … SCP-181: Maybe there is a bullet left, and maybe I'm wrong, but are you willing to bet that it doesn't jam? [chuckle] I mean, I am pretty lucky when it comes to this kind of stuff. I don't know about you, though. ₦emonø: … SCP-181: So, do you feel lucky…punk? [With shaky hands, ₦emonø slowly lowers his gun, as SCP-181 smirks. He grabs ₦emonø's gun, and throws it aside. He looks ₦emonø dead in the eye, and begins to speak.] SCP-181: Like I said, I'm just here to talk. Now, I am going to ask you a question, and I don't like repeating myself. All you have to do is answer it, and I'll be on my way. Are we clear? ₦emonø: …yeah, we're clear… SCP-181: Good to hear. Now, where is she? ₦emonø: W-what? SCP-181: You heard me. Where is Pantelina Tyche? I know you know where, so save us both some trouble and say it. ₦emonø: You're…you're fucking crazy. [SCP-181 frowns, and punches ₦emonø in the face, causing him to wince in pain. A gap is now seen in his teeth, with his bloody gold tooth lying on the floor beside him.] ₦emonø: Alright alright, I'll talk! She's at the Wynn. SCP-181: Why tonight? ₦emonø: At midnight, it's no longer in Vegas. It's in Undervegas. It'll be like that until 3 o'clock, when it'll revert back here. SCP-181: Why? ₦emonø: It's one of the biggest games of the century, millions of smackeroones in the pot. It has an audience from all the Estates, hell I heard a Pit Boss may attend. Listen, that's all I know, swear! SCP-181: Thanks for the scoop. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? ₦emonø: Go fuck yourself. SCP-181: Listen, for being such a good sport, I'll give you a portion of the winnings. Say, two million. Any objections? ₦emonø: … SCP-181: I thought so. Good day. [SCP-181 adjusts his suit collar, and begins to walk towards the exit. Just before doing so, he grabs the gun he took from ₦emonø. He points it upwards, and pulls the trigger, causing a bullet to fly out of it and into the dark oak ceiling. He then presses the trigger again, with no bullet flying out, and he places the gun down on one of the nearby tables. He looks back at ₦emonø, winks, and continues towards the exit of the building.] ₦emonø: You…you piece of shit! You no good, four-eyed, smug son of a bitch! [SCP-181 exits the building, and heads towards the Wynn, with ₦emonø still heard yelling obscenities at him from the tavern as SCP-181 walks into the night.] [END LOG] Addendum 7821.8: Confrontation of POI-777 Location: Wynn Hotel Local Time: 11:57 PM [SCP-181 can be seen standing in front of the Wynn, the area illuminated by the neon light-show of the building’s exterior. He begins to speak, seemingly towards the camera, his words filling the silence of the night.] SCP-181: If I don't make it out of here, or something else happens, just… [SCP-181 sighs, and continues to speak.] SCP-181: House, Calendar, hell Adams, if you guys hear this, thank you all for everything. You guys…you guys are like family to me. Thanks for giving me a chance. SCP-181: Welp, that’s about it. See you on the other side… [With a deep breath, SCP-181 enters the Wynn, the bright lights inside momentarily blinding him.] [SCP-181 passes through the lobby, and begins to meander around the casino floor. He looks around and spots a large crowd of Tartarean entities of varying shapes and sizes at the High Rollers Club. Upon going through the door, he sees there is a large poker table, and several Tartarean entities can be seen sitting at the table playing cards. Most importantly, POI-777 can be seen playing alongside them.] [With a heavy stride, SCP-181 makes his way closer and closer to the table, his presence catching the eye of several audience members. As he gets close to the table, the entities playing at the table make note of his presence, including POI-777. She laughs, and speaks to him.] POI-777: My, you're persistent. Let me guess, the Foundation has its goons surrounding the place as we speak. SCP-181: It's just me, Pantelina. I wanna finish what we started, or better yet, what you did. POI-777: Well, sorry to disappoint, but I'm in the middle of something. I'm afraid you'll have to sit this one out. SCP-181: Oh, but I beg to differ. [SCP-181 pushes past the crowd, and stands directly in front of the table. He reaches into his suit pocket, and pulls out a USB stick.] SCP-181: There's over fifteen million dollars on this drive, and only I know the encryption key. I think I'll join you, unless anyone objects of course. I win, you remove the curse on House, and never rear your head here again. You win, you get the money. POI-777: An enticing offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. SCP-181: Then let’s put some skin in the game: You win, you get the money, and you also get my soul. That enticing enough for you? POI-777: Oooh, I like this look on you. Though, how do we know you're not bluffing us, and that drive has no money on it? SCP-181: You don't. By all means, take the safe route, kick me out. However, on the off chance I'm telling the truth, do you really wanna miss out on all that money? [POI-777 appears to think for a moment, before continuing.] POI-777: Alright, I'm game. A fun way to spice up the night. Now, shall we?11 [A large Tartarean entity donning a suit appears and places down a chair. They walk off, and return a minute later with a large stack of chips.] [SCP-181 approaches, and takes a seat, the other Tartarean entities at the table glaring at him. He looks at his watch, the time reading 11:59. POI-777 merely laughs, and takes a sip of her drink.] POI-777: You still have the chance to leave, you know. SCP-181: After the day I've had, no fucking way. [SCP-181's watch reads 12:00, and a loud distorted church bell is heard ringing 12 times. Suddenly, the ground shakes violently for a moment, as the feed suffers heavy distortions, before eventually settling.] SCP-181: [cough] God, the air reeks of brimstone. Welp, too late to turn back now. [For the next hour and a half, SCP-181 continues to gamble, with the Tartarean entities around him suffering several unlucky hands as the buy-ins grow larger and larger. Inevitably, the only two that remain are SCP-181 and POI-777.] [As the dealer moves the chips in the pot towards the center of the table, they begin to shuffle the cards, POI-777 and SCP-181 watching intently.] Play it cool, Gregory. You can do this. Just breathe, that's it. Just ignore the giant crowd of demons watching you, or the fact that the entire site depends on you. Yeah, no pressure. Ok, just bide your time… God, that smirk on her face. It's like she already thinks she's won. God hoping, she's wrong. Wait for the right moment, and then send it. You are not fucking this up, not today. Alright, now or never. Here goes nothing… "So, you dating anybody?" "Heh, if that's your way of flirting, then you really have some work to do. Thanks, but no thanks." "Oh don't worry, I'm not interested. Merely just starting some friendly conversation, that's all." "Well, if you must know, no, I'm not seeing anyone." "Oh, but you did though…" "What?" "You had background info on me, so I thought I'd return the favor. While I wasn't able to look at your file, above my clearance and all, I thought I'd still see what else I could find. Took me a bit of digging, but I did find it." "…" The Flop. "And so I read it. Every. Single. Bit. I can recite it from memory at this point. You really did him dirty, you know that, right? Hell, the part that shocked me most was that you were blonde. Trust me, you don't have the looks for it." "Watch your tone, boy. You know not of the power you're mess-" "Oh please, spare me the whole "mere mortal" routine, would you? You said the same bullshit to him, and you're saying the same to me." The Turn. "You're pathetic. You claim you're some almighty god, and as soon as you get some love in your life, you freak out and run away. Hell, you didn’t even give him your real name. What kind of god is scared of a little commitment?" "Shut up!" "You're nothing. Nothing. You've lost in love, and now you'll lose in cards. How does it feel to be the world's biggest loser?" "Shut the fuck up!" "You have no chance of winning, you hear? You're fucked." "Oh yeah? We'll see about that." And then he felt it. For just a brief moment, his green eyes sparkled. He couldn't even try to hide his smirk. Aaaaaaaaah, that's the stuff. So much concentrated luck, it's amazing. It's like it's in my veins, I can feel it like it's a part of me. God, I can almost sense it around me, or I guess around her. It’s like…like a cloud that encompasses her. That won’t be for long. Ok, deep breaths, that's it. Let yourself naturally pull it closer, yes. You got her now, and she doesn't even know it. He's an idiot. So headstrong and egotistical that he can't even see he was doomed from the start. God that smirk, I wanna punch him right in the face. I wonder where I should go next. The Luxor is definitely off-limits. Maybe the Golden Nugget? Nah, too little action. I need somewhere with a ton of tourists. Flamingo? Meh, too cheesy. Hmmm, the Mirage could be fun. Definitely not the Bellagio in terms of flair, but hey, it could be worse. The River. In just one moment, they both thought the same thing. Jackpot. [The dealer now steps back after placing the final card, waiting for POI-777 to make her move. POI-777 chuckles, and simply speaks.] POI-777: All in. [POI-777 aggressively pushes her chips into the table, the large piles of chips toppling over and falling onto the table.] POI-777: Seem familiar to you? SCP-181: Yeah, it is. POI-777: So why don't you do yourself a courtesy, and fold? We both know you have nothing. SCP-181: [sigh] Sorry, but I ain't done just yet. I call. [SCP-181 pushes his chips into the center, the pot now of monumental proportions. The crowd begins to cheer, as POI-777 flips over her cards, revealing a Four and a Ten.] Dealer: Two pair, fours and tens for Ms. Pantelina. POI-777: Looks like your luck's run out, Gregory. SCP-181: [sarcastically] Is that a fact? [SCP-181 flips over his cards, revealing a Five and a Ten. POI-777’s eyes widen in horror.] Dealer: Two pair, fives and tens. The gentleman is the winner! [Loud boos and sounds of disapproval emanate from the crowd, as the dealer begins to organize SCP-181's chips. However, he is interrupted, as POI-777 throws her drink in rage, the glass shattering onto the floor.] POI-777: What?! Κάθαρμα παιδί! Αλαζονικό παράσιτο!12 SCP-181: Aww, don't be a sore loser! Now, we had a deal, so honor it. Remove the curse on House, and leave Las Vegas for good. [POI-777, her face red with rage and emotion, takes a deep breath. The color slowly returns to her face, and she begins to form a smile.] POI-777: Well played… A deal's a deal. [POI-777 takes a deep breath, exhales, and closes her eyes. Despite there being no strong air current, a strong breeze passes over the area, POI-777's hair fluttering in the wind. After a moment, it dies down, and POI-777 opens her eyes.] POI-777: It is done. [POI-777 turns, and begins to walk away. However, she stops, and turns back to face SCP-181.] POI-777: Hark my words, Gregory. We shall meet again. SCP-181: I know, and when you do, we’ll be ready. [POI-777 nods, and walks away. Suddenly, the lights flicker, and a loud distorted church bell is heard ringing three times as the ground shakes once more. The feed undergoes heavy distortions, and when the feed returns, SCP-181 can be heard sighing in relief.] [SCP-181 adjusts his glasses, grabs his chips, and heads towards the exit, every single pair of eyes all on him. As he approaches the door, a large Tartarean entity is seen blocking the way. Upon a closer look, it is one of the entities that was previously playing cards at the table. Its face is filled with rage as it speaks in a low, booming voice.] Tartarean Entity: You took my money from me. Not yours, mine. The only way you're getting out of here alive is in a bodybag, you hear me? SCP-181: … Tartarean Entity: [sarcastically] What's the matter, you scared?! [The entity begins to laugh, with the crowd joining in. Soon, the entire room is filled with the sound of laughter, as the entity takes a step closer towards SCP-181.] SCP-181: No, I was merely just waiting for backup. Tartarean Entity: What are you talking a- [The entity is cut off as banging is heard coming from one of the locked entrances, causing SCP-181 to look towards the door and smile.] [After a moment, a large explosion envelopes the entrance, with it being reduced to nothing but rubble and debris.13 As the dust settles, several members of MTF Mu-0 are seen, with Calendar leading them. The large Tartarean entity lunges at SCP-181, but is stopped as the MTF members quickly subdue it.] Unknown MTF Agent: Alright ya bastards, prepare for a world o’ pain. Get ‘em, lads! [The remaining members of the MTF quickly begin to disperse the crowd, with vials of holy water seen being thrown at the Tartarean entities, as the MTF agents are heard repeatedly hurling obscenities at them. SCP-181 is then approached by Agent Calendar.] Calendar: Shit. You okay, kid? SCP-181: Yeah, yeah I'm good. Calendar: Good. There's a transport vehicle out front. Report back to the site, and I'll meet you there. SCP-181: Alright, thanks. Calendar: Oh, and next time you decide to go rogue… [Calendar leans down, coming nose to nose with SCP-181.] Calendar: I will rip out your spine and strangle you to death with it. Got it? SCP-181: Roger that. [Calendar rises back to her full height, ruffling SCP-181's hair. SCP-181 exits the Wynn and enters the transport vehicle, which immediately speeds off back towards the site. Inside, a tall lady with red hair tied back is seen using her phone.] SCP-181: Uh, hi? [The woman does not look up, still using her phone.] [SCP-181 sighs deeply and sits down on the floor. Later, the vehicle slowly pulls up to Site-666, with SCP-181 exiting and heading inside. Inside, House and Calendar are already seen waiting for him.] SCP-181: Hey… Calendar: Welcome back. Hope Alice didn't give you any trouble. House: Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Let’s cut to the chase: You stole money from the site, ran off, beat up a centuries-old demon, entered Undervegas, beat a literal god at cards, and had to be rescued by an entire MTF. SCP-181: Well, that's not entirely accurate. House: Excuse me? [SCP-181 reaches into his pants pocket, and pulls out the USB stick. He tosses it to House, who catches it.] SCP-181: Keep it. The only thing on it is a playlist of Frank Sinatra songs and a recipe for spaghetti alfredo anyway. House: Impressive bluff. Now, question of the fucking hour here: how did you beat her? SCP-181: It’s quite simple really: I realized how she beat me. She stole the luck from people around her, basically cutting me off, so I made it so she gave herself so much luck I could feed off of it. Pretty clever, eh? House: … Wow. That's… hm. I'm genuinely speechless here. Help me out here, Calendar. Calendar: You could've told us what you were up to. We could've helped. SCP-181: Hey, better to ask for forgiveness than for permission, right? [Calendar smiles.] [House rolls up his sleeve, and looks at his watch.] House: Fuck it, we’ll talk about this later. Right now, I need to arrange the deposit of money in ₦emonø‘s account before every single Pit Boss decides to retaliate for what happened tonight. Calendar: I heard some of the other staff are holding a party for us not being penniless anymore. Word gets around fast. They must be excited to actually be getting paid now. SCP-181: Sounds fun, I’ll meet you all there then. [SCP-181 walks off deeper into the site, with House and Calendar watching him go.] Calendar: Son of a bitch. That's my line. [House smiles, and chuckles to himself.] House: Atta' kid. [END LOG] Addendum 7821.9: Celebration [A large number of people can be seen inside one of Site-666's vacant meeting rooms, the room adorned with balloons and other decorations. The room is lit with several string lights, with the fireplace illuminating part of the room with a dull glow. A large quantity of food and alcohol can be seen being served on one of the tables, with Alice Sterling seen attempting to eat a burrito.] [She fails, and spills it all over herself and the floor, with her sighing. Clark Adams approaches, and after a moment of laughing, hands her a napkin. He is seen wearing a large cast on his arm, which is partially wrapped in bandages.] Sterling: So, how's the shoulder holding up? Adams: The doc said that I'll make a full recovery, plus I got to be high off my ass on morphine for a while while they stitched it up, so everything's pretty good all things considered. [SCP-181 approaches the pair, adjusting his glasses as he walks over. Soon he begins to speak, with Alice still wiping what once was her burrito off of her shirt.] SCP-181: Hey, Adams? Adams: [turns to face SCP-181] Hmm? SCP-181: Just wanted to say I'm sorry for the whole, well, you getting shot thing. Adams: Hey, water under the bridge. Now c'mon, you gotta try these tacos. SCP-181: [chuckle] Sounds delightful. [Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, with not a single soul there appearing remotely sober. SCP-181 can be seen amongst them, chatting with some of the employees. He visibly seems to be enjoying himself. Soon, Randall House enters alongside Agent Calendar, causing everyone to immediately go silent. He approaches SCP-181, who begins to speak to House, everyone in the room watching intensely.] SCP-181: House…[sigh] Let's just get this over with. House: You went behind our backs, fucked around with demons, and made them look like absolute fucking buffoons. SCP-181: … House: Good work. [House holds up the transfer paper in his hand, and with a smirk on his face, throws them into the fireplace.] House: You got moxie, kid. You'll fit right in here. [Tears can be seen in SCP-181's face as he smiles. He takes off his glasses, wipes his eyes with his sleeve, and puts his glasses back on.] SCP-181: Now that's something to drink to. House: Couldn't agree more. [House grabs an unopened bottle of champagne and stands on top of the table. He begins to make a toast, the other party members grab empty glasses.] House: A toast! To Gregory, the newest member of the Site-666 family. All: Hear, hear! House: And to us! For going through Hell and back, and always coming out on top. Do you all know why? The reason we always win? [The room immediately fills with the sound of a collective groan.] House: Yeah, you know. Now, let's drink! [House pops the champagne bottle, causing the cork to fly off and shatter a nearby window.] SCP-181: My bad everyone… House: [sigh] Gonna have to get used to that. [SCP-181 chuckles, and walks outside. House takes note, and follows after. Behind him, Alice Sterling slips on the burrito entrails spewed across the floor, falling to the ground. Agent Adams immediately begins to laugh, but is cut off as Alice pulls him down to the floor.] [Soon, House is able to catch up with SCP-181, who is sitting outside staring off into the horizon. He approaches SCP-181, and sits down next to him.] House: Hey, everything okay? SCP-181: I just…I got a lot on my mind… House: If you need to talk, I’m here. SCP-181: [sigh] I’m going to Hell, House. I deserve it, fuck, even worse. [SCP-181 pauses for a moment, his eyes beginning to get watery. He continues.] SCP-181: I killed my parents, House. They died because of me. Because of my fucking powers! I killed them, me! [SCP-181 begins to cry, with House putting a hand on his shoulder.] SCP-181: I’m a murderer… House: Hey, that’s bullshit. You are a good person, and you couldn’t have stopped what happened. I’m not just saying that to play devil's advocate, I mean it. You are a good person, it’s just that bad things happen to good people. SCP-181: But what if you’re wrong? House: I’m never wrong. You’ll get what you deserve, same fate for us all. SCP-181: Was that your logic when you punched me in the face? House: [smirking] No, my logic was to punch you in the face because you’re an asshole. [SCP-181 chuckles, and wipes the tears from his eyes.] SCP-181: Is your eye feeling any better? House: Nope. Is your jaw? SCP-181: Nope. [House and SCP-181 smile, with House turning his head towards the horizon.] House: God, that is one hell of a view. Never gets old, does it? SCP-181: Yeah, it really doesn’t… [Both of them smile, their eyes locked onto the horizon, the neon lights of the city illuminating the sky ahead.] [END LOG] SCP-7821’s classification to NEUTRALIZED is pending. House: Say it. SCP-181: No. House: C'mon, say it! SCP-181: House, I am not saying it. House: Do it! SCP-181: [sigh] The house always wins- House: The House always wins, baby. Footnotes 1. Item endangers the inner structure of the Foundation and limits the ability of the Foundation to carry out its secondary objectives. 2. A K-Class Scenario in which one or more Tartarean dimensions (Hell, Hades, etc.) gain influence over baseline reality. 3. Referring to the Theoplanar Vacuum Unit, which fires a concentrated beam of light at sundown each night by converting TRE to Alpha radiation. 4. Per the Thorner System, Tartarean-class entities (demons) are grouped into seven distinct subtypes, each one correlating to a different deadly sin. Even within these subtypes, demon appearance and behavior can vary drastically. Avarice-class is associated with Greed — inconsistent appearance, and consistent behaviors of constantly trying to increase their wealth. Rapacious, slippery, untrustworthy. 5. The croupier is the member of staff who operates a roulette table. 6. Disinformation campaigns are to direct blame onto rouge hackers originating from DEFCON, a notorious hacking convention that annually takes place in Las Vegas. 7. Translated from Greek: Goodbye! 8. We screenshotted it and sent it to Thorner. - Agent Calendar 9. This event has been noted to most likely be a byproduct of SCP-181’s powers. 10. The following footage was recorded on SCP-181's glasses, which were worn throughout the rest of the night. It is believed that this was an intentional choice by SCP-181. 11. Nearby hume detectors indicated the local hume levels rose roughly ~20 hm at this moment before dissipating to normal. 12. Translated from Greek: Bastard child! Arrogant pest! 13. The subsequent aftermath was dealt with accordingly by MTF Alpha-45 "Janitors", with disinformation campaigns blaming the subsequent repairs on remodeling.
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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; } } ThatGuyThatTime We will never forget you. Written for New Years Eve, 2023. More by ThatGuy NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION With the New Year coming up soon, the following file has been made available to all members of Foundation personnel. Thank you for all you've done. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Crater Lake, Oregon. Item#: 7824 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: embla Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7824 is functionally self-containing. Usage of the anomaly is permitted annually on December 31st by any desiring Foundation personnel, and knowledge of SCP-7824 itself is to be disseminated in correspondence with its manifestations. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7824 is a gravestone located at the edge of a cliff in Crater Lake National Park, Oregon, overlooking the titular lake. Between the dates of January 1st and December 30th, SCP-7824 does not exist; on December 31st, the anomaly will appear. Anyone with knowledge of the object will suddenly be compelled to visit it, and will take any action necessary to do so; those who are physically unable will be teleported to SCP-7824 anywhere from 10 - 45 minutes before the end of December 31st1. The primary anomalous effects of the object are dependent on specific actions taken while within 1 meter of the object. ACTION EFFECT Stand in front of SCP-7824. Individual experiences visions containing the strongest memories from the last 364 days. Stand beside SCP-7824. Visions cease. Individual reports the water of Crater Lake appearing darker. Stand behind SCP-7824. Individual experiences complete amnesia regarding the last 364 days, and develops an urge to jump off of the cliff. Others nearby report images appearing in Crater Lake corresponding to the lost memories of the central individual. Walk away from SCP-7824. Once 2 meters away, the individual reports SCP-7824 as having disappeared from their vision. Over the next 24 hours, the individual will slowly regain their lost memories, engaging with friends and family as much as possible, and continuing life as normal. At 11:59 on December 31st, the individual disappears. At 12:00, the individual disappears from the Foundation Record of Employment, and reappears as a member of above-veil society, possessing no memories of their time with the Foundation. Additionally, these individuals develop an anomalously intense case of Filbuson Syndrome2, and as such are classified as SCP-7824-1 instances. INSERT CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 Unforgettable. Any anomalies created previously by an SCP-7824-1 instance during previous usages of SCP-7824 will appear in art around underneath the edge of the cliff. Jump. Individual vanishes upon making contact with Crater Lake. On January 1st, they will reappear with no memory of the incident, but with the lost memories of the past year restored. Those who have experienced this describe a feeling of calmness, optimism, and an interest in what will happen in the following year. Foundation Loyalty among these individuals is often but not always increased. INSERT CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 We Must Continue. Anomalies corresponding to the lost memories of the individual have been noted to appear over the course of the next 365 days. The individual will not be able to recognize them as such. ADDENDUM 7824-1 The following inscription is located on the front face of SCP-7824: Here Lays All You've Done. The following inscription is located on the back of SCP-7824: Thank you for continuing to create. The following inscription is located beneath the cliff face on which SCP-7824 is located: We will never forget you. Footnotes 1. Relative to their original position's timezone. 2. Filbuson Syndrome is a theorized anomalous condition in which an affected person is unable to perceive the anomalous or supernatural, and will mentally rationalize anything anomalous occurring around them as nonexistent or explainable. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7824" by ThatGuyThatTime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7824. Licensed under CC-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: CraterLake.jpg Author: Tom Holland License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:CraterLake.jpg
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Welcome Dr. Luttrell. You have one (1) new message. Re:SCP-7826 From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: SCP-7826 Dr. Luttrell, It has come to my attention that the SCP-7826 database entry was compromised again with the same revisions as we've seen previously. This is the fifth time that this has occurred and it seems that IT has yet to determine the cause. I hope that you have been looking into whether or not this is related to some unknown quality of the anomaly given the security threat this could pose to not only the Site's data integrity, but to that of the overall Foundation database. Please inform me if you will need additional resources for this project. I advise that you reach out to the IT staff assigned to this incident [[email protected]]. You may be able to collaborate on determining the cause of these recurrent modifications. Virginia Perkins Site-53 | Site Director From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re:SCP-7826 Director Perkins, Thank you for bringing this to my attention once again. After the first instance I ensured that I and my staff kept hard copies of our notes and the item logs so I will be able to restore the entry with minimal loss of information. At this time, I believe that there may be more than just physical objects arriving through the anomaly. I will keep you abreast of any new developments. Kelly Luttrell Site-53 | Research Supervisor ITEM#: 7826 I'm lost now they won't listen to me {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} i know it's a lie you are alive link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level0 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures I woke up and you were gone. Everyone else forgot you. I won't. I know you're not gone. Description Your hair is soft and wraps so easily around my fingers. Your smile fills my soul with a beautiful song. I can hear it now. Addendum 7826.1: Us Our lives are enmeshed. That can't be gone. It can't be nothing. There is no hole in my heart for you to fall through. Eden tells me that she doesn't know her mom. I keep trying to find pictures of you to show her, but you're all gone. There's just me crying, ring in hand kneeling in front of nothing. Just me sitting on the plane. Just me walking down the beach. Just me holding our baby girl. I know that you're there. Wherever you are, I hope this guides you home. Addendum 7826.2: The First Time I lived a life filled with fear and doubt. Every day I knew there was something that was wrong with me. Your face, your laugh, your warmth, it melted all those thoughts away. For the first time I knew that I wasn't broken, that I had a home. BEGIN LOG 18:42 - 09 JAN 2008 - I met you at a party last week. I knew that you were special. I was afraid that you didn't feel the same about me. You invited me and some friends over to your place. It was only my second time seeing you. I hoped that I would get to see you a lot more. You - Hi, I'm glad you made it. I'm still getting dinner together right now if you want to come and help me. Me - Hey, for sure. What do you want me to do? You - These vegetables are all chopped now. Can you add those to the stirfry and finish that up? Me - I think I can do that. [I was terrified of being in that kitchen with you.] You - You can get a drink too if you want. Me - I know I can do that. [I made a cocktail with whatever was closest. As soon as someone said the word "shots" two of those went down too.] You - Dinner is all ready guys! [Everyone sat down and ate. I was feeling better now. We were both laughing and stealing glances at one another. I got up to go to the kitchen and you took me aside.] You - I'm glad you made it here. Me - For dinner? You - Let's get another drink. [We wandered off and sat on the couch in your living room. We talked for hours about everything. Your friends kept popping their heads in to make sure that everything was going okay and that your plan had worked.] Me - I have to get going, even though I really don't want to. You - I know. Me - Do you want to go on an actual date this weekend? You - Yes. Me - I'll send you the address of a place I like nearby. You'll love it. You - That sounds perfect. Me - Before I go, is it okay that I kiss you goodnight? You - Yes it is. [It was a wonderful moment.] END LOG Addendum 7826.3: Your Hand in Mine So many moments filled with wonder and love. The touch of your skin against mine is burnt into my mind. Your voice eternally rings through my soul. Our First Date Subject: A cold night in a warm bar. Procedure: I got there first. I had started my second drink when you walked in. You were stunning. You sat down and ordered your drink. We settled on fries to share. You got mac and cheese and I got a burger. Hours went by. You told me your secrets. I shared my fears. When we walked outside. I took your hand because I didn't want you to fall on the ice. It was so tender. We kissed at your car. You went home. Results: We both knew we would spend our lives together. Analysis: That can't all be gone. Our Wedding Subject: A warm evening on a beautiful beach. Procedure: Not spending the day with you was torture. I kept wanting to share my thoughts with my best friend and you weren't there. I stood there waiting. And waiting. You finally walked out. You were what beauty dreams of becoming. A flowing white dress, flowers in your hair, the song you picked ringing in my ears. When you finally made it to me, you held my hands in yours. You read yours first. I went second. I couldn't hold back my tears. Results: We kissed and the rest of our lives started. Analysis: Our souls won't let go. Addendum 7826.4: Growing Together There was no end to the how much you thought I could do, how much I could be. I never let myself think those things. You melt fear and doubt. When I was at my most afraid, you showed me that our love could let us build a miracle. I thought you might like to know something… The test is positive 🥰 I need you to call me. I can't breathe. It's going to be okay, bubby I know that you were hesitant about this, but it's going to be a magical journey :) Have faith in me and us and everything will be okay, I promise ❤️ You know that I love you, but I can't do this There's nothing we can't do You're going to be an amazing father :) And you were right. There's nothing we can't do. I finally got her down… Now it's my nap time 😅 My loves 🥰 She looks so happy ❤️ I forgot to turn my ringer off and now she's up again… Look at her showing all these kids like the little plant momma she is 🤣 Takes after her mom ❤️ So proud 🥰 I'm so happy that you worked on getting that school garden project started for her :) Feel for my hand. The hand that held yours through the most precious years of my life. Let my love be your guiding light. Addendum 7826.5: You Are So Close. You helped me feel loved and accepted in ways that I didn't know were possible. Now I hope that those feelings can bring you back to me. I hope this bottle finds your shore. See you soon, baby girl. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: SCP-7826 Mr. Harris, Director Perkins reached out to me regarding the SCP-7826 entry being modified once again. I believe that the alterations may be stemming from the anomaly itself. Based on our sensor data, each entry alteration has been preceded by the same atmospheric aberrations that we have seen before the appearance of a new object. Once we are able to locate and secure the anomaly these alterations should cease. Until then, please move the entry into one of the site's Faraday-isolated servers. That may prevent these modifications from appearing again. Kelly Luttrell Site-53 | Research Supervisor NOTICE FROM RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION SCP-7826 records have been successfully restored. Editing permissions will soon be grantable by Site Director Virginia Perkins. Please refer to email from [email protected] for full retrieval documentation. Ticket #S15-358795113 is closed. Item#: 7826 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures Objects determined to have originated from SCP-7826 are to be cataloged in this entry and stored within Site-53 Secure Containment Wing "Yellowstone." Each item is to be screened for any anomalous traits and hazardous properties prior to storage. These items are denoted as SCP-7826-A#. To date, all objects that have been recovered from SCP-7826 have been determined to be safe and as such can are stored according to minimal security protocols. Description SCP-7826 occupies an unknown area of space near Site-53 that allows objects from one dimension to be transcribed into our own. Items originating from SCP-7826 possess unique levels of entropic energy allowing them to be distinguished from our reality. Each of these items have appeared within a 10 sq km area surrounding Site-53. Given that each recovered item is congruous with what one would expect its superficial appearance to be, it is difficult to determine the quantity of objects that have been dispensed by SCP-7826 or how long the anomaly has been active. An array of atmospheric sensors have been placed in the area around Site-53 which have been able to detect the appearance of new objects. New objects will be proceeded by minute atmospheric disruptions which are localized to the area where the object manifests. The anomaly's exact location has yet to be found. However, new objects have tended to appear in the area directly north of Site-53. Addendum 7826.1: SCP-7826-A Findings The following is a selection of items recovered that have been determined to have originated from SCP-7826. The full catalog of items is available by contacting Lead Researcher Kelly Luttrell. Classification Description Notes SCP-7826-A17 Music box Plays the song "My Little Sunshine." SCP-7826-A15 Ring A solitaire ring with with a violet sapphire at center and two diamonds to its sides. SCP-7826-A12 Sheet of paper Partial documentation from the sale of a house near Site-53 in Flagstaff, Arizona. SCP-7826-A5 Pacifier Soiled, pink pacifier with small, white polka-dot pattering. SCP-7826-A1 Photograph of a man and a young girl Based on facial analysis of the two persons depicted, there are no known people to whom they correspond. From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: SCP-7826 Kelly, I know this isn't you. Somewhere in there is the woman I married. The mother of our child. Look at those pictures of her. Look at her and me and remember. Please. Claude Harris Site-53 | Your Husband From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Staff Roster Notice Director Perkins, During the retrieval process of SCP-7826, I noticed that the current site roster is not in-line with archived Foundation records. Researcher Kelly Luttrell and Technician Claude Harris do not appear to have been registered during their on-boarding process. Please inform me if you would like this to be rectified. Also of note, Mr. Harris may need a disciplinary meeting regarding his adherence to the site's clock-in policy as it appears that he has no history of actually logging a shift. Martha Wong Site-53 | RAISA Analyst Committing new SCP-7826 revision request… From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Us Claude, I remember when I got you that music box. You told me that you love that song, that it gave you peace. That ring. I never cried harder in my life. I knew you were going to ask me, but I never knew that I could feel that elated and ecstatic. Our home. Each room filled with mementos and plants, never enough though. Eden. That was the only name you and I agreed on. You took such good care of us for the nine months I grew her, and for every moment after that. My loves. You're both so beautiful. There's nothing we can't do. I'll be with you soon. Kelly Harris Site-53 | Your Wife SCP-7826 revision request completed. Addendum 7826.1: SCP-7826-A Findings The following is a selection of items recovered that have been determined to have originated from SCP-7826. Classification Description Notes SCP-7826-A18 Claude Harris It is unknown if this entity has been able to maintain a physical form within our reality. Currently understood to be the cause of previous SCP-7826 database entry modifications. SCP-7826-A19 Kelly Luttrell Unable to be located at this time. Based on security footage, it was last seen walking northward away from Site-53. Following the disappearance of Kelly Luttrell, there have been no further anomalous modifications to this entry nor have any more objects originating from SCP-7826 been discovered. More by Barbarous_Bread More by Barbarous_Bread SCPs: Item # Rating Comments SCP-5414 + 53 8 SCP-6252 + 33 8 SCP-6680 + 29 9 SCP-6855 + 28 1 SCP-7252 + 65 18 SCP-7826 + 24 3 SCP-7466 + 18 5 Tales: Item # Rating Comments I Dream of Trains + 13 0 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7826" by Barbarous Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7826. Licensed under CC-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: Selfie Name: Baby’s first #selfie Author: David Leo Veksler License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Garden Name: U.S. Embassy celebrates Earth Day with Room 8 at Thorndon School - 28 April, 2010 Author: US Embassy License: Public Domain Mark 1.0 Source Link: Flickr
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close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub More by Grigori Karpin + Show component code - Hide component code :root { --sidebar-width-on-desktop: calc(var(--base-font-size) * (266 / 15)); --body-width-on-desktop: 45.75rem; } @media only screen and (min-width: 56.25rem) { #content-wrap { display: flex; position: initial; flex-direction: row; flex-grow: 2; width: calc(100vw - (100vw - 100%)); max-width: inherit; height: auto; min-height: calc(100vh - var(--final-header-height-on-desktop, 10.125rem)); margin: 0 var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) 0 calc(var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) * -1 / 2); } #main-content { position: initial; width: var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem); max-width: var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem); max-height: 100%; margin: 0 auto; padding: 2rem 1rem; } #page-content { max-width: min(90vw, var(--body-width-on-desktop, 45.75rem)); } #side-bar { position: -webkit-sticky; position: sticky; top: 0; left: 0; grid-area: side-bar; width: var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 13.6rem) !important; 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transition: translate 300ms cubic-bezier(0.4, 0.0, 0.2, 1), opacity 300ms cubic-bezier(0.4, 0.0, 0.2, 1); opacity: 0.5; background-color: rgb(var(--swatch-alternate-color, 0, 0, 0)); pointer-events: none; translate: calc(var(--sidebar-width-on-desktop, 14.5rem) * -1 + 1rem); } #side-bar:is(:hover, :active, :focus-within) + #main-content::before { translate: 0; opacity: 0; } #side-bar .side-block { margin-top: 1em; padding-left: 0.25em; border-right-width: 0rem; border-left-width: 0rem; border-radius: 0; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0, 0); direction: ltr; } #side-bar .scpnet-interwiki-wrapper { direction: ltr; } /* Print Friendly Formatting by Estrella */ body.print-body { --sidebar-width-on-desktop: 0; } body.print-body #main-content::before, body.print-body #main-content::after { display: none; } } Special Containment Procedures: A misinformation campaign has been initialized to explain the appearance of SCP-7830 and cast blame on an international hacker breaking into the applications database of major smartphone companies. Further misinformation has been spread about the content platformed on SCP-7830 concerning the untrustworthy nature of the information contained within. Backdoor exploits have been placed in those databases so that Metatron.AIC can access and delete any updates to the application. As the process by which SCP-7830 is uploaded is completely unknown, containment will be focused on mitigation and deletion at the distribution point. Several working smartphones with SCP-7830 uploaded will be maintained for research purposes at Site-43. All known search engines have been attacked with a virus designed by Foundation technicians, the sole purpose of which is to redirect away from the website hosting SCP-7830. First post on SCP-7830. Description: SCP-7830 is a social media platform titled “Viber” published and maintained by GoI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”).1 On 22 July, 2023, SCP-7830 was launched on the URL www.viber.vktm. No hosting service currently houses the .vktm domain name, and as far as Foundation researchers and technicians can ascertain, it does not exist. Shortly after the service debuted on the website, an application was released and forcibly downloaded on every smartphone active within the United States through unknown means.2 Formatting on SCP-7830 concerning image and text placement is wildly inconsistent. When asked about this feature on the platform, Mari MacPhaerson noted that “Viber uses the proprietary formatting technology 'Visionary', which exemplifies the high standard for graphical design always on display with Vikander-Kneed Technical Media products.” SCP-7830’s anomalous effects include a cognitohazard that creates a compulsion to check an affected user’s feed of content on the platform. Affected individuals will refresh their feeds dozens of times a day, spending a large percentage of their free time focused on the social media platform. Failure to refresh the feed can lead to elevated feelings of anxiety, and a general sense of impending doom. Additionally, information contained within posts on SCP-7830 is retained in an affected individual’s memory even with amnestic therapy. Twenty-four hours after SCP-7830 first debuted, a post was uploaded that announced the platform would be undergoing a change. Within moments of the above post, a press conference was livestreamed to YouTube on the channel VKTM Insights.3 VKTM Viber Press Conference Transcript 23 July 2023 [A humanoid individual wearing a silk blouse and a bandage around her eyes sits behind a folding table with numerous microphones set up in front of her.4 Blood can be seen dripping down her face and splattering the table throughout the stream. Behind her is sitting a large stylized V made up of disconnected lines against a black background.] Mari MacPhaerson: Good morning, my name is Mari MacPhaerson. Until this morning I was the Vice President of Public Relations at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. But now, I reveal myself to the world as the new owner of Viber, the social media platform that is taking this country by storm. Unknown male voice: Can you tell us more about this new logo, Mari? Mari MacPhaerson: You bet your sweet patootie, I can. Thanks for the question, Jim. By the way, if you interrupt me again, I’ll have your tongue cut out on camera. [An obvious laugh track can be heard.] Mari MacPhaerson: But enough jokes. You want to know about the logo. Who wouldn’t? It’s swell isn’t it? Very cool. Way cooler than a little birdie or some other cutesy thing, right? I know I’m right, because I designed it. That’s right, she’s not just an entrepreneur ladies and gentlemen of the press, she’s got brains too. The secret to VKTM graphic design, you’re looking at her. Mari MacPhaerson: But you want to know more. Well, who wouldn’t love those simple lines? That stark white on a black background? Like the symbol of a freedom fighter spray painted on the walls of the dictatorship that oppressed them. That’s what the V stands for, people – Victory, Valiant, Veracity. We are the ones telling you the truth while those other social media platforms are filled with the maniac drivel of billionaires, the lies told by Washington, the misinformation by religious leaders. This is the new age, get used to it. Mari MacPhaerson: I am become meme, destroyer of bullshit. End of Transcript After the press conference, MacPhaerson sent out three posts to SCP-7830 in short succession: The tone of MacPhaerson’s posts (and that of any official media for SCP-7830) began to change over the next twenty-four hours. In the brief period prior to the rebranding, the official account of the platform and MacPhaerson focused on updates concerning Vikander-Kneed Technical Media products. After the rebranding, the posts seemed to cover a variety of subject from MacPhaerson’s personal opinions. Metatron.AIC began cloning its consciousness to monitor and contain any posts on SCP-7830 that threatened to sabotage normalcy. Numerous posts in the following week involved MacPhaerson’s apparent obsession with false identities and bot accounts. During this period, several thousand accounts were suspended for “bot activity” despite zero indication of such activity taking place. In fact, not one of the accounts used by Metatron.AIC was suspended for “bot activity” and Mari MacPhaerson even sent a private message on the platform to one of these accounts with the body of the message consisting solely of a “winking smiley face” emoji. As before, within moments of the above post to the platform a press conference was livestreamed to YouTube on the channel VKTM Insights.5 V Press Conference Transcript 30 July 2023 [The broadcast begins directly in the middle of MacPhaerson answering a question. As before she is sitting in front of a large stylized V logo, but this time on a blue circular background representing the Veracity mark.] Mari MacPhaerson: – I don’t give a shit, who owns this company? I think I know the right way to run my company, Jim. “Jim”: [Mumbles unintelligibly.] Mari MacPhaerson: Well, that’s to be expected without your tongue. Now, can I continue my press conference? “Jim”: [Mumbles unintelligibly.] Mari MacPhaerson: Thank you. Like I was trying to say, the service we offer with the Veracity mark is to prove that you’re who you say you are. And once you can do that, we can offer you so many benefits. This is a service, like any other! Millions of people will pay for the right to earn creator monetization, send longer Vs, and get preferential messaging! The feed will prioritize veracity-d accounts, isn’t that worth the price? “Jim”: [Mumbles unintelligibly.] Mari MacPhaerson: [Sighs] Yes. We do take credit cards. End of Transcript Numerous posts on the platform complained about preferential access to information, the cluttering of the feed with accounts with the Veracity mark, and the questionable verification process that any accounts deciding to get Veracity would go through.6 SCP-7830 Research Debrief – Department of Memetics Site-43 office of Lillian Lillihammer – 31 July 2023 [Lillihammer is staring at her smartphone.] Dr. Lillihammer: Do you think Clef really joined this stupid site? Dr. Blank: I mean… he’s basically an idiot. But he’s also a trained assassin, so he’s got to be competent in something. Even money I’d say. [Lillihammer laughs.] Blank: How’re you doing? Lillihammer: Fucking peachy. Blank: Come on, it can’t be that bad. It’s just social media posts. You’d already be doing that. Lillihammer: I guarantee I wouldn’t be. I don’t even own a smartphone, Harry. Blank: You mean you didn’t used to own one. Lillihammer: Yes. Fuck. Look at this shit! [Dr. Lillihammer holds out the smartphone for Dr. Blank to see. He shields his eyes.] Blank: Nope! No way! Not gonna happen. [Lillihammer relents and puts the smartphone face down on the desk.] Lillihammer: This is the worst SCP ever. Blank: You volunteered for it! I’m sure Wettle could have done it. I’ve read the reports, it’s mostly summarizing. Lillihammer: I thought it would be interesting! I thought there would be memetics. Well… there are some memetics but just enough to burn every post you see into your forebrain. Blank: Don’t forget the compulsion. Lillihammer: Compulsion anomalies! What amateur crap. I spend hours looking at that damn thing, scrolling and scrolling. All of it up here. [Lillihammer taps her temple forcibly.] Lillihammer: And all I see is another CEO being a moron for everyone to see. Blank: You haven’t learned anything? Lillihammer: Not a goddamn thing on that site is worth reporting. Blank: So, a lot like any other social media platforms. Lillihammer: I hate VKTM. End of Transcript Shortly after the launch of the Veracity campaign, users found that they could not open their phones without first logging into SCP-7830.7 Many thousands of users reset their devices to factory settings, only to discover that SCP-7830 would still be uploaded to the device and would still require login to open the phone. Within twenty-four hours, the login process changed to allow for push advertising immediately after opening the phone. Notifications from SCP-7830 were co-opted for these advertisements, forcing users to click through several dozen promos – originally ads from established corporations and business interests, but gradually receding over the first few days until all promos were of VKTM products – before utilizing the application or using the phone for other reasons. It was noted quickly that individuals who paid for the Veracity service in order to impersonate a celebrity began to change in appearance and behavior to a surface level approximation of that celebrity. This was further complicated by the fact that a user who tried to impersonate a corporation or brand began to change in appearance such that they would look inhuman or display anomalous attributes such as pupils in the shape of trademarked iconography. Site-43 Director McInnis mobilized several dozen task forces to deal with this problem, amnesticizing or containing individuals who had begun to resemble corporate mascot or logos. Within three days, over three thousand suddenly anomalous entities were in containment across the continental United States8 and many thousands were amnesticized. In the midst of this containment activity, Foundation informants revealed that several Hollywood production companies and studios were attempting to utilize this anomalous effect to their benefit. Several individuals who had been altered to resemble actors of note were hired by Universal, Sony, Warner Bros. and the like to serve as backup actors for the actual celebrities. This prompted another mobilization by Foundation forces to detain any employees involved in or aware of this plan, contain SCP-7830 users that had become doubles of celebrities, and amnesticize any witnesses. The Department of Procurement and Liquidation was preparing a proposal to buy out the control of any studio or production house utilizing this technique, in order to assist in the containment of SCP-7830’s side effects, when verification anomalies suddenly ceased to manifest. Individuals who had been changed were returned to their previous locations and appearances without any memory of the events, even those in containment.9 To: Director Allan J. McInnis10 From: Mari MacPhaerson Subject: - Sorry about that, won’t happen again. Sincerely, Mari MacPhaerson, Chief Executive Officer of V To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Director Allan J. McInnis Subject: Come on Lillian, I can’t believe I have to say this but don’t engage with the anomaly you’ve been assigned to monitor and research. Alan J. McInnis Director of Site-43 To: Director Allan J. McInnis From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: RE: Come on Fine. According to embedded agents at the Securities and Exchange Commission, the agency has no record of V, or Vikander-Kneed Technical Media for that matter.11 MacPhaerson continued in this manner for several more weeks, making claims without any factual basis. Engagement numbers released by the official V account stated that user numbers had only ever grown since the service's debut. Background observation of smartphone usages by Metatron.AIC showed that by 1 October 2023, only ten million accounts were active on the platform. To: Dr. Harry Blank From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: Look at this shit We know there’s only ten million active accounts! It’s like she’s lost her mind. To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Dr. Harry Blank Subject: RE: Look at this shit She’s an anomalous being who has shown complete disregard for the physical laws of baseline reality and logic. Maybe this is her going sane. Honestly, maybe we should get you reassigned. To: Dr. Harry Blank From: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer Subject: RE: RE: Look at this shit Not a chance. MacPhaerson began a campaign to arrange a prize fight between herself and dado, posting on the topic fifteen times in less than one week. Posts were made about MacPhaerson’s weightlifting and nutrition routines, about her training regimen, and how she would eventually celebrate her win. Videos were uploaded showing MacPhaerson lifting weights and sparring with boxing professionals. But on 10 October, 2023, MacPhaerson uploaded the following: MacPhaerson’s posts became frantic over the next few hours, full of contradictions and outlandish promises. Following the above messages, and multiple others not reproduced here, MacPhaerson’s account went silent for three days. In the previous eighty-five days of existence, MacPhaerson had never failed to post at least one daily update. On 19 October, 2023, the following message was posted. To: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer From: Dr. Harry Blank Subject: Hallelujah! Free at last! After an outburst12 in the Site-43 third sublevel main cafeteria, Dr. Lillihammer was detained and put on administrative leave with pay for a period of no less than two weeks. The monitoring of SCP-7830 will be reassigned to Dr. Wettle. Footnotes 1. The format of posts is similar to Twitter or Tumblr, two popular well established social media platforms. 2. This included phones that were incapable of running the software, forcing many thousands of owners to reset to factory settings. 3. This channel did not exist prior to the stream session, but nevertheless over three hundred thousand users watched it live. 4. No logos of existing news services are evident on the microphones and Foundation personnel have not found any evidence of any news service attending this event. 5. Attempts to have this channel removed from YouTube have failed, as the corporation does not even recognize the channel identifier or admit that any such channel is in existence. 6. Verification process through Veracity only requires an acceptable payment form. No attempt is made by the process to actually verify any information about the user. 7. The details of this process cannot be verified, as no change in programming can be detected that would lead to this result. 8. This anomalous effect did not manifest for users from other countries utilizing the Veracity service in this way. 9. The expenditure of resources to mount the containment of the individuals noted above was well above ten million Euros. 10. It is unclear how MacPhaerson was able to send a message directly through SCiPNet. 11. VKTM is not a registered corporation in any of the fifty United States of America, or in any other nation so far as Site-43 researchers can establish. 12. Dr. Lillihammer cursed loudly and threw her phone against the wall hard enough to crack the concrete in front of thirty-two coworkers. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7830" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7830. Licensed under CC-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 #: 7831 CONTAINMENT CLASS: HAZARDOUS Fig 1.1: SCP-7831 instance recovered by military personnel of the USS Henry Ford, Sasebo, Japan, 1996. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Commercial and recreational fishing laws have been implemented independent of the Foundation by the Ministry of Health, Labour, and Welfare. These laws require all fish caught within the waters surrounding Minamata Bay out to 200 nautical miles be screened by port officials prior to being brought ashore. These laws form the basis for Cover Story "Infectious Marine Parasites", which was disseminated to national and local media outlets across the island of Kyūshū, Japan under the guidance of the defunct Ministry for Human Studies. Additionally, public health ordinances were passed by the National Diet of Japan regarding the outbreak of Minamata disease between the years of 1932 and 1968. Due to the historically limited resources available to the Foundation, the organisation was not responsible for the implementation of these procedures. Further information regarding the Foundation's understanding of the various cover stories implemented by the Japanese government can be accessed here. The bodies of LCpl Malcolm Jefferson, PFC Michael Higgins, and PFC Kenneth Jackson remain the legal property of the United States of America. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7831 refers to a species of lampriform fish, externally resembling members of the family Regalecidae. Despite this superficial appearance, SCP-7831 possesses an internal morphology derived from a human anatomy adapted for a pelagic marine environment. Genetic testing conducted on various tissue samples confirms that SCP-7831 contains DNA belonging to modern homo sapiens. Identifiable adaptations to otherwise terrestrial human anatomy include the following: Internal displacement of vital organs and the absolute majority of viscera to the body's anterior. Fusing of all bones below the jaw, including legs, arms, and pelvis, into a substantially elongated vertebral column. Extension of each individual vertebrae to form spines covered by a thin film of skin running tranverse along the verterbral column. Eversion of the entire respiratory system, which is displaced through the throat, before penetrating the skin's surface to create a series of branchia with sufficient surface area for aquatic respiration. Bioaccumulation of quicksilver within the liver and bloodstream to a point which ordinarily would be considered lethal for humans and most marine organisms. The flesh of SCP-7831 will, upon ingestion by a human, result in the reversal of organismal senescence causing the subject to cease biological aging. This has primarily been observed through the rejuvenation of the subject's physical health and repairing of existing tissue damage, but the process is otherwise poorly understood. ADDENDUM 7831.1: THE NINGYO TAPE The earliest known efforts to catalogue and analyse the existence of SCP-7831 were undertaken by the defunct Ministry for Human Studies, an organisation founded by the Japanese government after the Great War and devoted to studying the evolutionary history of humanity. The Foundation would not become actively involved in the containment of SCP-7831 until the events of the USS Henry Ford Incident. Between the early 1920s and the late 1980s, the Ministry for Human Studies subsidised the education for rural students attending marine biology courses at Kumamoto University. These courses functioned as a discreet method of recruiting future personnel for the Ministry for Human Studies and it is widely believed that the students were actively involved in researching phenomena which would now be regarded as anomalous in the present day. In January 1994, the Foundation acquired a videotape from Kumamoto University, detailing the Ministry's investigation into the existence of the Ningyo; a legendary creature often represented in Japanese literary traditions as possessing the physical characteristics of both a fish and a human. For accessibility purposes, the contents therein have been reproduced as a series of transcripts below: After displaying the logo of the Ministry for Human Studies, the video dissolves into the following frame: Fig 1.2: Still frame from the Ningyo tape. The video lingers on the frame for ten seconds, before fading into the interview. Nobuo is reclined against a wall and holds a dangling cigarette between his fingers. The sprawling urban mass of Minamata spans the horizon. Notable landmarks — including the Shin Nichitsu Chisso Factory and Minamata Bay — can easily be isolated between the crowded buildings. Fujita Nobuo: Chisso Factory? I'll tell you, that was the most stressful job of my entire life. My work was under near constant scrutiny and revision from the executives at Shin Nichitsu. I'd drive an hour to the site of the plant each day, only to be informed by a nervous executive with thinning hair that I'd need to revise my designs and make changes to previous blueprints. A new chemical vat here. Another ventilation unit there. They even had the sheer audacity to make me wait three weeks for a high-voltage electrical transformer to be shipped from overseas. They kept this game up for months and months. It wasn't just parts that changed on a whim either. Each week, I'd be responsible for a new crew, and I'm not talking about staggered shifts. One week, I'd be working with a crew based out of Kumamoto, and the very next day, it'd be some fresh-faced boys who were bused from Hokkaido on the other side of the country. He pauses, inhaling on his cigarette, before continuing. Fujita Nobuo: Initially, I was hired on a contract for six months to design a simple chemical production plant for Shin Nichitsu. Nitrates or fertiliser? Something like that. Regardless, it was supposed to be a quick and tidy job, yet it soon became anything but. It took an entire year and a half before their bosses were finally satisifed with my designs. By that point, the factory had expanded tenfold and would eventually be responsible for half of all the jobs in Minamata. I always strive for some balance between industry and aesthetics in my designs, but Chisso— I thought it was this sprawling monstrosity; giant smokestacks choked with black fumes, consuming the hills and forests as far as the eye could see. I only got to go inside once when I was done. All three stories standing above the ground were densely packed with twisting tubes, each one filled with viscous sludge. There were stacks of foreign electrical equipment from France, connecting to every vat, furnace, and boiler throughout the factory. The wastewater was filtered through some new American invention that was supposedly capable of separating any industrial waste from the effluent pouring out into the Bay. There wasn't a single corner that Shin Nichitsu wouldn't cut if it would save them money. He pauses again and redirects his attention to a series of passing trucks, watching as they enter the city limits. A military ensign depicting a red rising sun is emblazoned across their canvas canopies. Fujita Nobuo: It was stressful, but I kept all that to myself since they were paying me well above the industry standard for it. Despite all of the money in my pocket, I couldn't help but feel a great unease whilst I was working on Chisso. There was a great deal of chaos to the whole project. It was formless, without consistent shape or apparent design. Fluid and amorphous, the executives would make sweeping changes to my designs as if influenced by unseen strings. The worst part of it all? There was a single element of the design that never once changed. It was the factory's waste storage compartment; this great industrial vat beneath the factory floor that extended some fifty feet beneath the concrete foundations. The company's "senior partners" were personally involved with the installation, pulling in some poor crew from the military to secure this immense bulkhead over the structure. Just looking at that drain cover made me sick to the stomach— From offscreen, Nobuo is interrupted, as the interviewer asks if he ever saw anyone making deliveries to the factory. He turns to look at the crew member before answering. Fujita Nobuo: That's the strangest thing. Over the year and a half that I worked there, I never once saw a single civilian truck entering the factory to deliver chemicals. Not that it mattered, since their requests never included anything resembling a functional storage depot; only an export and shipping terminal. Nobuo pointedly stubs his cigarette out on the wall and turns back to the camera. Fujita Nobuo: As for why that was, I suppose you'd have to go ahead and ask their "senior partners".1 The audio track quietly fades into the sounds of soft, rolling waves as the following image appears: Fig 1.3: Still frame from the Ningyo tape. Instead of proceeding to a recording of a live interview, the tape continues to display the image of Matsuda Fumiko. The background footage consists of a looped clip of Minamata Bay at low tide, accompanied once more by the sound of gentle waves. This audio track recedes in volume as Fumiko begins to speak. Matsuda Fumiko: There is something deeply wrong in Minamata and nobody cares to tell us the truth. Not Shin Nichitsu, not the military, not even our own government. Most of my family aren't native to the city. My mother's family moved from Izumi in the south shortly after the war was over, whilst my father relocated from Tsunagi to the city looking for work after graduating from university. He was eventually employed by Shin Nichitsu, but I spent the earliest years of my childhood living in Tsunagi with relatives. My earliest memories of Minamata are dominated by the smell. I always thought the city smelled rancid, but now I think it smells even worse than I ever imagined. I get excited just at the thought of going on vacation to visit family living outside of the city. Unlike Tsunagi and Izumi, it never smells of the sea here; it just reeks of dead fish and acrid chemicals burning at the back of your throat. Each night, my mother lights incense sticks as she prays, often joking that there isn't a single kami that would willingly call this city home. The incense keeps the smell away for some time, but it always returns with the morning. It is always worst just after sunrise, when the factory closes until the following evening. There is a short pause in the video tape. It is assumed that the question asked of Fumiko contained sensitive information and was therefore censored. Matsuda Fumiko: You — [pause] — you want to know how I found it? I was taking Wanta for a walk along a cleaner part of the Bay that morning, when she suddenly began to bark and growl in the direction of the beach. She's normally such a calm dog, and I was shocked to see her snapping like that. Before I could call her back, she ran down towards the sea. I chased after her— and that's when I saw it. It was half-buried in the sand and I could only make out its pink skin and a tail. I crouched down beside the thing and slowly turned it over with Wanta's stick. At first, I thought it was just a strange fish, but I couldn't believe it when I saw— Fumiko breaks off into a choking noise, followed by an audible gag, and the sound of a crinkling paper bag. The interview pauses for several seconds before resuming. Matsuda Fumiko: —It had a person's face. The video's audio abruptly cuts out and the video fades to a black screen. The following text appears: In 1959, the Ministry for Human Studies acquired the corpse of an unidentified animal that had washed ashore of Minamata Bay. The corpse was subsequently relocated to Kumamoto University for further study. Once again, the tape displays the logo of the Ministry for Human Studies, before presenting a verbal warning: All subsequent material is the explicit property of the Ministry for Human Studies and is suitable for internal distribution in concert with our international partners. Any external distribution of the following materials is a punishable offence. The video opens with the camera focused upon a vast and empty expanse of the ocean's surface. The caption beneath reads: In 1962, the Ministry for Human Studies launched their remotely operated underwater vehicle, Ryūjin, on an exploration of the Okinawa Trough, an oceanic basin situated south of Kyūshū. The camera rapidly descends beneath the surface of the ocean. The surrounding area is quickly plunged into darkness as the vehicle descends further, eventually reaching a point of complete darkness. The subtitles read: Ryūjin has approached a depth of 200m, the beginning of the mesopelagic zone. Only a single percentage of all light from above has managed to penetrate the water column. The camera drifts and bobs as Ryūjin is carried along by unseen tidal currents. It continues to descend further into the water column at an accelerated pace. An audible click can be heard as the ROV switches on a beam of light, scanning the ocean before it. A large octopus swims past the vehicle, followed by a series of drifting jellyfish. The vehicle settles for a moment as the beam of light focuses. Floating particles and debris descend through the camera's field of view. The text reads: At the base of the mesopelagic zone, there is no light. All of the animals residing at this depth are blind and rely upon their other senses for survival; taste, smell, and electroreceptors. The particulates drifting by the lens are referred to as marine snow, a continous shower of organic debris falling from above. It is the primary source of food within the mesopelagic. As the vehicle continues to observe the marine snow, something can be seen moving into frame from the distance. As it edges into the camera's view, the animal's silhouette becomes clearer. It possesses an undulating and sinous frame. Emerging from the depths, the creature regards the camera with a single eye, revealing the following image: Fig 1.4: Still frame from the Ningyo tape.2 The animal turns away from the vehicle and its appearance becomes clearer as the powerful beam of light from the vehicle is no longer reflected back into the camera's aperture. It has a piscine form, but possesses a distinct neck that seperates its head from the torso. The animal flexs its lengthy body and the camera captures a pair of arms emerging from the torso, its hands grasping at passing debris. The caption simply reads: A Ningyo. As the fish disappears from view, the ROV begins to follow after it. The vehicle slowly approaches the walls of the oceanic trough, casting long shadows as the vehicle's torch-beam illuminates the murky depths of the ocean. The camera pivots, observing the fish dart between an opening in the wall as it disappears entirely from sight. The ROV attempts to navigate through the gap but fails to fit inside. The vehicle's beam of light scans the opening, revealing a group of the animals within the cavern. They raise their humanoid heads and turn towards the source of light, before swimming past the camera. A tearing sound can be heard and the ROV begins to plummet through the water for several minutes. It lands with a thudding crack, bringing up a cloud of dust and sand. The torch from the vehicle flickers and briefly reveals a group of shadows approaching the vehicle before the camera fails. In June of 1963, the Ministry for Human Studies successfully recovered the Ryūjin from the seafloor of the Okinawa Trough. The vehicle was discovered 2,716 metres beneath the surface of the ocean, resting atop a marine sediment predominantly consisting of a thick, silvered ooze. Long, furrowed marks were discovered along the umbilical cord which tethered the ROV to the surface point. The cavernous space could not be relocated. The tape proceeds to show a series of small, wooden tablets. Each one is roughly the length of a person's hand and are badly damaged by exposure to the elements. The image fades away and is replaced with a black screen, which displays the following text: These mokkan were discovered during an excavation of an ancient ceremonial site in western Kyūshū in 1971. The vast majority were of little concern, consisting of shipping tags and informal accounts of fishing inventories. However, a select number of the mokkan were identifed as being far older than the rest. Written in Old Japanese, these worn tablets date to the Nara period, during the early 8th century, and recount a variant of a traditional myth regarding the creation of the Japanese archipelago: “The birth of one invites the death of another. His wife’s harrowing cries yet still echoed in the ears of Izanagi. Her body, scarred and burned, lay across his lap. The squalling bundle of limbs whom he might have once called his son was covered in water-soaked reeds. It was a detestable and accursed infant, covered in blazing sores and burnt skin. Held between rage and grief, Izanagi drew his blade and beheaded his offspring, silencing its cries in an instant. He turned his back upon the bodies and ran an oilcloth across the length of his blade, entirely disregarding of the divine ichor which dripped from the sword's edge. Kagutsuchi, kami of flame, was dead, and yet his divine flesh gave rise to eight twisted deities. They crawled forth from his severed corpse and pledged oaths of loyalty to their father. Though twisted in appearance, they were benevolent in nature, and Izanagi granted them safe passage to descend to the surface below and reunite with their siblings. As Izanagi wiped his blade free of his own son's blood, the accursed droplets of silver ichor dripped from the heavens to the land beneath, falling like torrential rain upon the eight great islands, and the seas encompassing them. In the polluted ichor's presence, the seas turned black and frothed with a foul foam, whilst the soil of the land became salted and barren. Fields of rice withered and spoiled as deformed fish washed ashore from the depths, each one horribly swollen with countless writhing parasites. As the land and seas were polluted, the people of the islands fell into despair. They prayed to their deities for salvation and deliverence, but the children of Izanagi and Izanami were sworn to silence by their father as he plied the underworld in a desperate search for his wife's immortal spirit. A period of great despair and grief consumed the people of the eight islands. Starving and thirsty, many resorted to consuming the distended fish and diseased rice, inviting the accumulated pollution of the silver ichor into their own bodies. Those who did so became disfigured and monstrous. Just as it was with the gods, son slew mother, and father slew son in retribution. The divine pollution spread throughout the islands and entire communities withered in its presence. Despite the explicit orders of Izanagi, his inadvertant children could not watch the suffering of their people, and so descended to the surface in the guise of men, women, and great serpents. Those benevolent kami, born unwillingly of the accursed ichor, knew well the state of their own defilement, and so shared the sacred cleansing rituals of the divines with the people of the land. The ritual of misogi cleansed the land, sea, and even their own bodies of the pollution, and their divine knowledge was borne throughout the eight islands. In return, the people of the eight islands swore a steadfast vow to never venture into the lands that remained thick with the foul effluvia of a cursed, ever-dying god. Even now, as the kami return to the heavens above, we keep to these ancient truths.” The Ministry for Human Studies believes this story to be an ancient oral history belonging to the ancestral peoples of Japan, recalling the forgotten existence of the Dai-Shinboku.3 The video lingers on the following frame for several seconds: Fig 1.5: Still frame from the Ningyo tape. The tape then proceeds to an interview with Katō Katsunobu, a researcher for the Ministry for Human Studies and faculty member at Kumamoto University. The faint hum of halogen lighting is audible over Katsunobu's voice. The previous image remains on-screen throughout the entire duration of the interview. Katō Katsunobu: Compared to those we recently observed near Okinawa, the corpse is far more visibly "human". Subject is 51cm in length and weighs 3.5kg. It retains many vestigial humanoid features, including bodily hairs, individual fingers, and external ears. The tail of this particular specimen has been determined to consist of fused leg bones; akin to that formed by a human embryo in the earliest stages of foetal development. Its bones are soft and pliable, whilst the the aforementioned hairs are most similar to unpigmented neonatal lanugo. He pauses and a loud, wet noise is audible. Katō Katsunobu: My researchers arrived at the conclusion that the corpse would have possessed extremely poor vision and hearing, regardless of whether it inhabitated a terrestrial or marine environment. The ears retain the external design of a terrestrial animal, but the conductive tissues are clearly adapted for detecting sound waves propagating through a fluid medium. The eyes are somewhere between that of a terrestrial and aquatic mammal as the pupil is capable of contorting into a wider shape. Additionally, the corpse suffers from severe atrophy within the musculature of the arms and scapula. As such, it would have been incapable of supporting its own body weight upon land. He pauses again and another loud, wet noise can be heard. It is assumed that Katsunobu is returning the corpse to its original position. Katō Katsunobu: The discoloured green skin, initially described as a rich pink by the girl who found the corpse, was in the process of peeling away from the surface of the face, torso, and upper limbs. What she described as "pink skin" is actually a number of subdermal scales with pink colouration erupting through the epidermis. It was determined that the corpse would have been entirely incapable of sustained aquatic respiration. The lungs, whilst adapted for retaining large quantities of oxygen, remain terrestrial and are insufficient for filtering dissolved oxygen from water. Additionally, the specimen's lungs were filled with a mixture of electrolytes, lipid fats, and urea suspended within a solution of water. We also took note of elevated concentrations of quicksilver within the corpse's bloodstream and liver, assumedly derived from water pollution within Minamata Bay. At the end of the video, a subtitle reads: The Ministry for Human Studies has elected to label the deceased specimen as Stage Ni, whilst the live specimens have been designated as Stage San. Future endeavours are to focus on locating evidence to support the existence of the hypothesised Stage Shi. ADDENDUM 7831.2: THE USS HENRY FORD INCIDENT Between November 1995 and April 1996, the USS Henry Ford was stationed in Sasebo, Nagasaki Prefecture, Kyūshū as vital modernisations were being carried out at the nuclear-powered supercarrier's home port in Yokosuka, Kanagawa Prefecture.4 During this time, the crew were permitted to engage in an extended period of shore leave and partook in varied recreational activities. One of these activities was surf fishing, a recreational sport which was popular across the rocky beaches of Sasebo. On March 29th, 1996, PFC Michael Higgins successfully caught a large, unidentified fish, measuring approximately seven metres in length. Unwilling to abandon such an enormous and strange catch, he and the other military personnel on the beach took a picture posing with the fish, before hauling it up the wash and smuggling it aboard the USS Henry Ford at night. Upon boarding the vessel, the head chef of the USS Henry Ford permitted Higgins to store the fish's corpse in the ship's freezer overnight as the men hoped to use it in a prank before taking further pictures with the immense carcass. After hanging his catch up with the assistance of two other personnel, LCpl Malcolm Jefferson and PFC Kenneth Jackson, Higgins made a sarcastic remark that the catch would make for good sushi as the crew would ordinarily cook and eat any fish caught while surf fishing. The following morning, all crew aboard the USS Henry Ford were ordered to remain in their quarters until further notice whilst any crew that were still ashore were refused permission to board the vessel. Three other members of the crew; Michael Higgins, Malcolm Jefferson, and Kenneth Jackson, were confined to the ship's emergency room and were not permitted to receive any visitors. The following records were acquired by the Foundation from the United States government after their declassification under the Public Information Act of 1966, a package of legislation affecting the disclosure of federal records, which was issued by President Robert F. Kennedy. MESSAGE LOGS OF THE USS HENRY FORD | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED THE DCHA HAS SEEN FIT TO ISSUE PERMIT ITEM #0982: "NINGYO" PRIORITY: SILVER DIRECTIVE: ACQUIRE SPECIMEN FOR FUTURE STUDY LIASE W/ MUTUAL CONTACTS FOR FRTHR DETAILS | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED ACKNOWLEDGED RELATED TO QUICKSILVER POISONING? | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED CORRECT DESPITE ALSO OUTLAWING SUBSTANCE JAPAN CONTINUES TO REPORT INCIDENTS SUSPECT IRMINSUL CONTAMINANT | DATE: JAN1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: RESEARCH PERMIT ISSUED UNDERSTOOD WILL LIASE W/ CONTACTS | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED REMOTE SUBMERSIBLE DISPATCHED TO 2000M THREE SPECIMENS CAUGHT EXPIRED UPON RESURFACING AGES DETERMINED: 184, 342, 653 ADVISE? | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED ACKNOWLEDGED ACCURACY OF AGE? | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED OBSERVATION OF OTOLITH RINGS ANNUAL GROWTH IS CONSISTENT ELDEST SPECIMEN WAS 11M LONG ELEVATED CONCENTRATION OF QUICKSILVER IN BLOOD VESTIGIAL LIMBS PRESENT IN HINDQUARTERS | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED RAW OR FULGURATED QUICKSILVER? | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED SUSPECTED RAW QUICKSILVER CONTAMINATION SEVERAL REFINERIES WITHIN KYUSHU AGES INCONSISTENT WITH HUMAN PROCESSING HISTORICAL QUICKSILVER PRESENCE | DATE: FEB1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: SPECIMENS ACQUIRED ACKNOWLEDGED UPDATE TO DIRECTIVES OBTAIN LIVE SPECIMEN FOR TRANSFER TO HOME PORT | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS LIVE SUBJECTS ACQUIRED | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS ELABORATE? | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS NOT BIRTHED, BUT MADE ANEW EXPOSURE TO QUICKSILVER INDUCES CHANGES | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS UNDERSTOOD ARE THE SUBJECTS CONTAINED? | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | FROM: RO:HENRYFORD | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS CONTAINED IN HOLDING TANKS PROVIDED BY CONTACTS QUARANTINED THE SHIP INFORM NEXT OF KIN? ADVISE | DATE: MAR1996 | TO: RO:HENRYFORD | FROM: DCHA>DIRECTORHOBBES | RE: LIVE SPECIMENS ACKNOWLEDGED CAPTAIN WILL BE INFORMED TO SAIL FOR HOME PORT LET US HANDLE THE REST SENESCENCE EVENT Video Log Transcript Date: 30/3/1996 Participants: Dr. David Clark, Chief Medical Officer Dr. Clark enters the emergency room of the USS Henry Ford. The room is empty aside from an attending nurse and three bodies which lie in military cots at the end of the room. Though obscured by a set of thick curtains, the silhouettes of the bodies can be observed writhing, twitching, and twisting. Dr. Clark asks a question to a person located outside of the camera's view, assumed to be the attending nurse, before approaching the first cot. He sits down beside them, the pair remaining seperated by the curtain. Dr. Clark: I know it might be difficult in your current condition, but please tell me everything you can remember, Private Higgins. Laboured breathing is audible over the microphone as the obscured figure attempts to turn its head in the direction of Dr. Clark's voice. Private Higgins: I-I can't see. I can hardly hear you, doc. The air, it burns my lungs. Every inch of my skin crawls. It feels like somebody is pulling at my bones, yanking them out of place, and resetting them at the wrong angle. [pauses]. Am I dying? Dr. Clark: Private, it's important that we figure out what is happening to you first. The nurse has diagnosed you with acute quicksilver poisoning, a dangerous and life-threatening disease. I need to know how it got into your body. Private Higgins: We— we ate the fish, but it wasn't no fish. Too chewy; all sinew and stringed flesh. Jackson was the first to notice it— his tattoo had vanished. Jefferson was next, he'd gashed his leg open while carrying our fishing poles back to the ship. By morning, there wasn't a single mark on his body. Dr. Clark nods and turns his head, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. Dr. Clark: When did you notice your own changes, Higgins? Private Higgins clears his throat, heaving and audibly retching. One of the men in the adjacent cots lets out a scream of pain, which is swiftly punctured by a loud gurgling sound. Private Higgins: I woke up and my skin was turning pink. I remembered the briefing about the locals in the south suffering from a strange disease. I didn't know what was happening and I just- I panicked. Then, there was a knock at my door, and two men in hazmat suits muscled their way in. They injected something into me and then I woke up here like this. [pauses] The nurse keeps slathering damp towels on my neck. I can't feel my legs anymore. It hurts so much, doc— Please. Dr. Clark: I'm afraid I can't do that, Private. Dr. Clark withdraws the curtain. The nurse in the back hurriedly vacates the emergency room. Private Higgins having assumedly lost the ability to use his vocal chords has been rendered unable to speak and simply stares up at the ceiling with clouded eyes. His skin is covered in scale-like growths and his arms have jagged, piscine fins made from hardened skin, but remain humanoid and terminate in hands of webbed fingers. Higgins gurgled audibly as his gills pulsate, his body writhing in the cot. The USS Henry Ford Incident was publicly reported to be the first incident of quicksilver poisoning involving American citizens since it was subjected to a nation-wide ban as part of the Quicksilver Control Act of 1992. The legislation was passed in the closing years of the first Clinton administration, following years of rising concern over the hazardous effects which quicksilver production had on the public's health. The bodies of the three victims were interred in lead-lined coffins at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, in order to prevent any contamination of the surrounding environment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7831" by Cyvstvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7831. Licensed under CC-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: Ningyo.png Name: Giant_Oarfish.jpg Author: Wm. Leo Smith License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Edited by Cyvstvi. Filename: Nobuo.png Author: Cyvstvi License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: A Japanese man smoking a cigar during Relocation - NARA - 195541.jpg Author: Unknown author (Franklin D. Roosevelt Library) License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Fushiki factory of OJI PAPER CO., LTD.jpg Author: 港湾協会第九回通常総会富山準備委員会 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Fumiko.png Author: Cyvstvi License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: Rohwer Relocation Center, McGehee, Arkansas. A group of girls who are residents at this center, and … - NARA - 538915.jpg Author: Tom Parker License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Boy At The Beach (180578361).jpeg Author: Dimitri Ségard License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: DeepSea.png Name: Image from page 233 of "The Biological bulletin".jpg Author: Internet Archive Book Images License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Edited by Cyvstvi Filename: Ningyo_Sketch.png Name: Baien-gyofu-036-ningyo-crop.jpg Author: Mōri Baien License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Edited by Cyvstvi. Footnotes 1. A common euphemism within post-war Japan referring to the interwoven connections between the industrial and commercial interests of the zaibatsu cliques and the American and Japanese military. 2. This part of the videotape suffers from extensive damage owing to the magnetic tape having been immersed in salt water prior to acquisiton. 3. From Japanese: Dai-Shinboku, literally Great Sacred Tree. 4. The ship is named in honour of the 28th president of the United States and former business magnate, Henry Ford.
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close Info X ⚠️ I have an Author Page! Number? Seventy-eight. Thirty-two. Classification? Euclid. Tricky. Containment? Brevity. Conservative. Actions? Words. Three. Singular. Mandatory. Enforced. Fully. Expressive. Concepts. Written. Typed. Spoken. Recorded. Shared. Approved. Everyone. Everywhere. Foundation. Document. Easiest. Comprehends. Speech. Difficult. Caution. Language? Any. Indiscriminate. Anomaly? Visit. Cell. Daily. Hourly. Anyone. Security. Clearance? Medium. Violate? Complexity. Disaster. Breach? Ritual. Personnel. Recital. Simultaneous. Orchestrated. Just. Three. Words. Repeated. Measured. Clear. Construction. Example. Recent. Description? Entity. Amalgamation. Origin? Unknown. Reticent. Species? Singular. Theory. Intelligent. Impatient. Dissatisfied. Restless. Constructive. Ceaseless. Complexity. More. Always. Additions. Everything. Everywhere. Knotted. Twisted. Suffocation. Dangerous. Overgrowth. Calamity. Hostile? No. Counterproductive. Weakness? Discovered. Minimalism. Enforced. Results? Positive! Activities? Reduced. Manageable. Addendums? Tests. Few. Words. Quantity? Experiment. None? Failure. Escaped. One? Cruelty. Avoid. Two? Insufficient. Suffers. Four? Excessive. Breach. Three? Balanced. Perfect. Reliable. Secure. Conclusive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7832" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7832. Licensed under CC-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: -_complexity_(1)_-_Flickr_-_nerovivo Name: - complexity (1) - Flickr - nerovivo.jpg Author: nerovivo License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-7833 SCP-7833 manifesting for Carnival Ponceño. Special Containment Procedures: Manifestations of SCP-7833 are to be monitored by Mobile Task Force Iota-83 ("Aguafiestas"). Members of Iota-83 are to be equipped with a two-way earpiece and a 12-pack of one-milligram benzodiazepine tablets. All members of the task force should consume no more than one milligram of an Anxiolytic based medication before attempting to come into contact with SCP-7833. Although SCP-7833 has not yet manifested or demanifested directly in view of civilians, Iota-83 members are to carry Class-A aerosol amnestics on their person in the event of this possibility. Efforts to contain SCP-7833 are currently ongoing in a joint effort between Facility-20 of the Latin-American Containment Council and Site-81 of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-7833 is a humanoid costumed like a traditional Puerto Rican Vejigante.1 SCP-7833 typically appears to wear bright greens, yellows, and reds alongside a mask with long, protruding, horn-like features. SCP-7833 induces auditory, visual, olfactory, and gustatory hallucinations in human subjects within a 500-meter radius of its presence. These hallucinations include a brighter perception of colors, improved taste and smell of food, and heightened musical appreciation. These effects can be negated upon the ingestion of at least one milligram of an Anxiolytic or anti-anxiety-based medication. The Manifestation of SCP-7833 only occurs during the Carnival2 celebrations in the Puerto Rican municipality of Ponce, when people costumed like Vejigantes are present. SCP-7833 manifests at the start of any large carnival celebrations in the designated municipality, where it reveals itself by walking out of moving crowds of costumed Vejigantes. The anomaly has been observed to remain present until observance of carnival has concluded, where it then crumbles to non-anomalous ash. SCP-7833 has been shown to possess some degree of sapience, to a level that allows for social interaction with humans. While the entity has mostly avoided interaction with Foundation personnel, it has been observed speaking with civilians under its effects in multiple different languages, including Spanish, English, and Classic Taíno. It often displays a friendly personality, and observed conversations typically end in laughter or dancing between the anomaly and those who speak to it. Despite this, auditory documentation of the anomaly has been unsuccessful, as devices that attempt to record the voice of SCP-7833 cease to function after any attempt at recording. Addendum 7833.1: The following is an abridged log of SCP-7833 manifestations and its interactions with civilians. Year Observation 1992 SCP-7833 approached a female civilian and briefly spoke with her. Prior to engaging SCP-7833 in conversation, the civilian was observed to be standing away from the celebrations on her street and avoiding eye contact with passersbys. SCP-7833 and the civilian spoke for two minutes, after which the civilian was observed to join the celebration and begin to dance with SCP-7833. 1998 SCP-7833 manifested outside Hogar San Miguel, an orphanage in Ponce, with a large plastic container and remained in the edifice until approximately 11:30 PM. Due to the unreliable testimony of children and MTF Iota-83's inability to enter, the details of this manifestation are largely unknown, but most testimonies indicate SCP-7833 shared Dulce de Lechoza3 with the children. 2000 SCP-7833 approached a visibly destitute man sitting in an alleyway and handed him an alcapurria.4 The man stood up and briefly danced with SCP-7833 before joining the passing parade. 2006 SCP-7833 approached a Carnival parade float that had suffered a flat. SCP-7833 left the scene and entered a tire shop a few blocks away, purchased a new tire,5 and carried it back to the driver. SCP-7833 then helped the driver replace the flat with the new tire and proceeded to stand atop the parade float after the vehicle was fixed. 2009 SCP-7833 manifested near a protest demanding increased financial assistance from the American government in the face of the 2008 depression and joined it. SCP-7833 persisted among the protestors for five hours before joining a Carnival parade passing nearby. 2015 SCP-7833 approached a group of civil engineers. It spoke to them for five minutes, with the men smiling throughout the duration of the conversation. A member of MTF Iota-83 recognized the men as being responsible for restoring potable drinking water to Ponce following Hurricane Cristobal. Addendum 7833.2: During 2018's SCP-7833 manifestation, MTF Iota-83 member Juan Valdes was stopped by a civilian while following SCP-7833 in a crowd. This caused Valdes to lose track of SCP-7833, at which point the unidentified civilian (henceforth identified as PoI-1221) engaged Valdes in conversation. Logs of their conversation are attached below. <BEGIN LOG> Valdes: What the hell, cabrón? PoI-1221: What's the rush, friend? Valdes: Damn it! I was following someone and you made me lose them! PoI-1221: That Vejigante? I'm sure there's another one around here somewhere for you to follow. Valdes: You don't understand. I need to follow them. PoI-1221: And why is that? Valdes: You wouldn't understand. PoI-1221: Try me, Agent. Valdes: How did you- [Valdes attempts to reach the rest of the team on his earpiece.] Valdes: This is Valdes. I lost visual on the target and I've been made by one of its colleag- [Static is audible from Valdes' earpiece. It appears to be malfunctioning.] aah, damn it. [There is the sound of slight rustling.] Valdes: Alright, you clearly have something to tell me. So out with it. PoI-1221: These people have been through much. Valdes: Who exactly? [There is silence between the two. Music and people celebrating can be heard in the background.] PoI-1221: Look at the walls. You can still see the damage from the receding waters. [Again there is silence between the two. The continued sounds of music and others celebrating are audible.] PoI-1221: So let them celebrate. Let them find joy in life. That's all my friend asks of you and yours. Valdes: I can't just let him go. PoI-1221: Let him do his thing. He hasn't hurt anyone yet, and he won't. Anyway, I ought to get going. Valdes: Wait! Who are you? PoI-1221: Just someone who cares. [PoI-1221 slips through the crowd and disappears.] <END LOG> Note: Due to SCP-7833's relatively low threat to the veil and overall benign anomalous properties, the Latin American Council has put forward the motion to lower its containment class from Keter to Euclid. The Latin American Council has additionally proposed the shifting in attempts at containment to direct observation instead. This is pending review from the O5 Council. Efforts to locate PoI-1221 are ongoing. Footnotes 1. A Vejigante is a folkloric character in Puerto Rican festival celebrations, mainly seen during Carnival time. The term Vejigante derives from the Spanish words vejiga (bladder) and gigante (giant) due to the custom of blowing up and painting cow bladders as part of Carnival celebrations. In modern times, they are symbols of resistance against colonialism and imperialism. 2. An annual celebration held in Puerto Rico. The celebration lasts one week and it ends on the day before Ash Wednesday. 3. A sweet snack food made of candied papaya and cinnamon. 4. A fried dough made of plantains stuffed with peppers and beef. A popular snack food in Puerto Rico. 5. The means by which SCP-7833 produced the necessary money to do this is currently unknown, as its costume does not possess any visible pockets. 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SCP-7834. Cognitohazardous text has been removed. Item #: SCP-7834 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7834 is to be kept in a low-priority storage locker. Personnel with expertise in extinct languages are not allowed access to SCP-7834. Description: SCP-7834 is a stone tablet that dates back to the Neolithic age. The writing on the tablet is written in an ancient language primarily spoken in the modern day region of southern Europe. On the back of SCP-7834 is a sigil of unknown origin, which resembles a worm. SCP-7834 exudes a memetic effect when read and understood, causing the reader to hallucinate and believe that worms, designated SCP-7834-1, are located within their walls. According to testimony, they are approximately 12 millimeters long, and appear to be brown in color. Currently, no instances of SCP-7834-1 have been seen by staff. Incident Report On 8/15/23, Researcher Ben Reedson returned from a research trip, and attempted to translate SCP-7834. The following files regard what occurred during and after translation. AUDIO LOG DATE: 8/15/23, 11:03 AM LOCATION: Containment Room 12, Site-75, Kansas NOTE: This audio was recorded by a microphone owned by Researcher Ben Reedson. [BEGIN LOG] Reedson: Alright, hello, site personnel. This log is to detail the translation of SCP-7834. I'm going to be attempting to read the ancient tablet, which isn't ever a bad thing… Ok. Let's do this. So… This first part… That means… "Ascend beyond yourself." Okay. The next part… That means "And become many." Well, that's never a good sign… hang on. I have to use the bathroom. (A noticeable silence occurs for a few minutes. Later, the sound of the door opening can be heard.) Reedson: What the hell? (Footsteps can be heard running closer, likely Researcher Reedson's.) Reedson: Okay, I don't know what just happened, but there were these little worms on the tablet. As soon as I entered the room, they jumped off the tablet and buried into the floor. I tried to grab one, but… well, it failed. Oh! That reminds me, I got these things on my work trip… (Ben pulls out a pair of goggles from his pocket.) Reedson: Okay, uh, these are infrared goggles, and they allow me to see heat signatures. I'm going to see where the worms went. Okay… here we go… (Several seconds of silence occur.) Reedson: They're in the walls. Not just the three or so I saw on the tablet. Hundreds, maybe thousands. (A noticeable silence occurs once more.) Reedson: I have to call security. (Researcher Reedson turns the microphone off.) [END LOG] VIDEO LOG DATE: 8/15/23, 11:15 AM LOCATION: Site Cafeteria, Site-75, Kansas NOTE: Footage was taken by the security camera located within the room. [BEGIN LOG] (Three people are located within the room at the start of the footage, identified as Researcher Mary Bridget, Security Officer David Sven, and Head of Security Luke Zachary. Ben Reedson bursts in quickly.) Reedson: There's worms in the walls. Bridget: What does that mean? Reedson: I mean there are literally worms in the walls. Not just one or two, but thousands. Maybe more. Sven: Alright. Show us. (Reedson hands Sven the goggles, and he puts them on.) Sven: I don't see anything. Reedson: What? Let me see. (Sven hands Reedson the goggles back. He puts on the goggles, looks around, and takes them off again.) Reedson: No, they are definitely there. Zachary: Listen, it's not cool to lie about these sorts of things. These things could realistically happen at Foundation sites. We don't want people getting worked up over nothing. Reedson: If they could realistically happen, then why aren't you investigating them? Bridget: Because we don't see anything. Besides that, did you do anything regarding any anomalies recently? Reedson: Y-Yeah. I was attempting to translate that stone tablet. Sven: Oh, that thing! That's, uh… which one was that again? Bridget: The one in room 15, I think. Zachary: Well see, there's your problem. You read that thing and you must've triggered a memetic or something. Reedson: I'm not sure… It doesn't seem like one. Zachary: Well, nothing seems like a memetic until it actually is. Bridget: Listen. If it's a memetic, then it's a simple thing that can easily be resolved. Reedson: And what if it's not? Sven: Then we'll deal with that when the time comes. We just want to help you. Zachary: Chill out. I know I did. Reedson: …I-I don't know. I just think we need to examine all the angles first. Like, starting with "This thing is a real threat" and not just… dismissing it as a memetic. Bridget: Well, we can't see it, so it's obviously a memetic. Simple as that. Reedson: No, not as simple as that. Maybe SCP-7834 is some sort of conduit that, by me attempting to translate it, caused me to see some extradimensional entity. Bridget: Do you know how unlikely that is? Let me explain a little something to you. These things have not harmed you or done anything that makes them unable to be classified as "real." We can't see them either. If you had come here and told me they bit you, well, maybe I'd be more inclined to believe you. But right now, there's no real threat to the Foundation. Reedson: No real threat? We would contain a rock if it floated 2 feet off the ground, and this is "no real threat?" Bridget: I see what you're saying, but there's no real way to know if you're right. So, unless you have definitive proof that these things are real, then I can't believe you. Reedson: You want proof? I'll give you proof! These things are real, and I'll prove it! (Reedson leaves.) [END LOG] AUDIO LOG DATE: 8/15/23, 11:21 AM LOCATION: Containment Room 12, Site-75, Kansas NOTE: This audio was recorded by a microphone owned by Researcher Ben Reedson. [BEGIN LOG] Reedson: Alright, if I'm going to get proof from anywhere, it's here. Let's see here… Ah! The tablet! Maybe if they attempt to read it, they'll understand. (The footage goes quiet for a moment. A loud noise, similar to a wall being burst down, can be heard. Shortly after, a loud scream can be heard, presumably from Researcher Reedson. Afterwards, a loud door slam can be heard.) Reedson: The worms… Hundreds of them just burst out of the walls. A-And even worse, I wasn't able to get the tablet. (The footage goes quiet again for a bit.) Reedson: …These are just worms. M-Maybe I can protect myself against them with some armor. (Reedson walks around for a bit, presumably heading to the armory. Eventually a door being opened can be heard.) Reedson: Ah! Here we go! Let me just put this on… (The sound of armor being put on can be heard.) Reedson: There we go! Now… it's time to go into… the nest… of the worms… and… Oh god, what if they eat me? What if they can eat through armor? Maybe they'll eat everything I have! (Reedson sounds like he is hyperventilating.) Reedson: No… No! I have to do this! (Reedson proceeds to walk back to the containment chamber.) Reedson: Alright… Here… we… go… (The door opens.) Reedson: Oh god, they're all over the floor… But the tablet's right there… I just… gotta… get to it… (Reedson proceeds to walk towards SCP-7834. Squelching sounds can be heard.) Reedson: They're… They're climbing on me! Oh god, they're climbing on me! Fuck! (Reedson continues walking towards SCP-7834. His movement seems to be hindered.) Reedson: Oh god, they've reached my torso… but… I'm almost there… (Silence for a few seconds, aside from some squelching.) Reedson: Got it! (Reedson runs out of the room and closes the door. He takes off his armor and slams it onto the ground. He proceeds to run back to the armory, grab a flamethrower, and begins to incinerate the armor.) Reedson: Die, you monster! Die! (Footsteps can be heard from behind Reedson. They walk close to him.) Bridget: Ben, what are you doing? (Ben screams. In his shock, he drops the flamethrower.) Bridget: What the hell are you doing with SCP-7834? Reedson: I-I was going to prove to you that the worms are real. I was hoping that if you read the tablet, then maybe… maybe you'd see I was right. But when I went in there to retrieve it, there were hundreds of worms in there… and I was just barely able to get out alive. So I burned the armor that the worms were crawling on. Bridget: You thought that making me read a potential cognitohazard was a good idea? Ben, I think you need psychiatric evaluation. Reedson: No! The worms were in there, and they are real! Bridget: Alright then. Let's see if you're right. (Bridget opens the door to the containment room.) Bridget: See? Nothing. Reedson: Why… Why aren't they attacking you? I could hear and feel them crawling up me… and you're literally standing in them and they don't hurt you! Bridget: I don't think they exist, Ben. Reedson: Tell me you at least see the hole in the wall they burst out of. Bridget: Sorry, I don't see that either. Reedson: But then… But then how could I hear the sound of me stepping on them, and feeling how they crawled up my suit? Bridget: Sometimes, cognitohazards can do that. They can make you see, hear, and feel things that don't exist. Now then, how about that psychiatric evaluation? Reedson: …Okay. (Bridget and Reedson proceed to leave the room.) [END LOG] VIDEO LOG DATE: 8/15/23, 11:36 AM LOCATION: Interrogation room, Site-75, Kansas NOTE: Footage was recorded by the room's security camera. [BEGIN LOG] Bridget: Alright, have a seat. Reedson: Okay. (The two of them sit down.) Bridget: So I wanted to talk to you a little about your… problem. Reedson: Alright. Bridget: Let's start off with this. When did you first start seeing SCP-7834-1? Reedson: You mean the worms? I had just come back from the bathroom, when I saw them crawling on the tablet. Bridget: Okay. And, what happened to them? Reedson: Well, I tried to grab them, but I missed. It was like they just slipped through my fingers. Bridget: I see. How big are these worms, exactly? Reedson: They looked about the size of my fingernail… maybe twelve millimeters? Bridget: Hmm… Okay. Again, we theorize it's a memetic effect. So, if you're willing, we can prescribe you some amnestics and call it a day. Reedson: No. I don't think these are memetic. Bridget: What makes you believe that it's not a memetic effect? Reedson: Because I could see them crawling around, and they attempted to crawl up my suit. Bridget: Not necessarily. Remember, SCP-7834 could've just messed with your senses in order to make you feel like this. Reedson: But why? What's the purpose of a useless tablet that makes you see worms? Bridget: Maybe to drive people crazy, like what's happening right now. Reedson: I am NOT going crazy! Bridget: Okay, that was out of line. Anyway, next question… Why would you think that we are the crazy ones? I can't seem to fathom it. Reedson: W-When did I say you were crazy? I think you don't want anyone to know about the worms. Bridget: Me? Why me? Reedson: M-Maybe there was an accident. Something that happened that was so terrible, you couldn't bear to let the truth out. And when I came along and discovered the aftermath, you told me that I was in the wrong. Even now, you want to kill me, by applying these "amnestics" to get me out of the picture. And when they ask what happened to me, you'll say that I went crazy and had to be executed. Bridget: Ben, no- Reedson: Or maybe instead of an experiment gone wrong, it was an experiment gone right. Perhaps you attempted to make a superweapon that could be used to grant you power over the site, and when I discovered it, you called me insane. Or maybe you found an ancient vault of these creatures beneath the earth and opened it. Or maybe you're a shapeshifting alien whose children are larvae. Or maybe- Bridget: Ben, STOP! This is ridiculous. Do you hear how you sound? You can't just throw out accusations willy-nilly and expect me to believe it. Reedson: …I think I understand. Bridget: …Listen. It seems like you're really stressed out, and you're afraid because everything isn't as simple as it usually is. So, what I think we should do is prescribe you a therapist, and if you're willing, take some amnesti- Reedson: Are you serious? After all of that, you don't even give a second thought that I might be in the right? Maybe by reading that tablet, I opened my eyes to seeing something the rest of you can't! Or maybe you guys can't see it because only certain people can see them! Or maybe- Bridget: Calm down. We just want to help. Reedson: No. I'm done talking to you. You just keep saying the same thing, over and over. But I know, deep down, that I'm not crazy. I'm going. (Researcher Reedson storms out of the room.) [END LOG] Addendum: Currently, no evidence has been found to back up Researcher Reedson's claims. Psychiatric evaluation for Researcher Reedson is pending. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Marisa Jones From: Ben Reedson Subject: About SCP-7834 I don't have much time. Please read the following. AUDIO LOG DATE: 8/15/23, 12:27 AM LOCATION: Researcher Reedson's office, Site-75, Kansas NOTE: Audio was recorded by Ben's microphone. [BEGIN LOG] Reedson: I need to get this off my chest. (Researcher Reedson is quiet for a moment. Stifled tears can be heard.) Reedson: I don't know what to do. No one believes me. Not even I believe myself anymore. (Reedson gets up out of the desk. He walks around for a little bit.) Reedson: I have to prove to them that there are worms. I have to know if am I right. All I need to do is find some evidence. And then… maybe someone will help me. (Reedson is quiet for a moment.) Reedson: That's it! The security cameras! They'll prove that I'm not crazy! All I need to do is get to the security office. And then… Well… I don't know. (Researcher Reedson proceeds to walk to the security office. The recording is silent for a while.) Reedson: Okay, here's the door. And… Darn it, locked. There's got to be another way… Oh. Oh no. I know what I have to do. (He walks away from the office door. It takes quite a while until speech resumes.) Reedson: Alright… Here's the ventilation shaft. All I need to do is go in… where the worms will be really close to me… in a tiny shaft with nowhere to run… in the dark… oh god I can't do this… (The footage goes quiet for a few minutes. Heavy breathing can be heard coming from Ben, as he is likely panicking.) Reedson: No… I can do this. I have to do this. I… can do this. (The sound of the grate being taken off can be heard. Ben begins to crawl through.) Reedson: God, it smells in here… and I don't even want to know why it's so moist in here… and I can barely breathe, it's so tight in here… (Ben crawls for a while. After a while, a loud clang can be heard, followed by several smaller clangs.) Reedson: That… wasn't me. Oh god, is it the worms? I gotta do this quick… (Researcher Reedson proceeds to crawl faster.) Reedson: Okay… I think I'm about halfway… I-I'm almost there… (He crawls a little bit forward. The vents begin to shake.) Reedson: W-What is that? I'd look behind me… but it's so cramped… M-Maybe I can just use the reflection of my phone… (Reedson pulls out his phone from his pocket. He shrieks not long after.) Reedson: The worms are behind me! A-A whole horde of them! A-And they're faster… I need to run, but I can't… I-I'll just crawl really fast… (Reedson begins crawling at a fast pace. Eventually, it stops.) Reedson: No no no no! Fuck no! A dead end! This… This can't be it! (Reedson begins banging on the vents.) Reedson: Somebody, help! (A voice is heard from below.) Zachary: Ben? What are you doing in there? Reedson: Get me out of here! Zachary: Do you want me to like, break it open or some shit? Reedson: Anything! I don't have much time! Zachary: Fine, let's try this… What the fuck, how strong is this damn thing? Reedson: No! They're almost here! Zachary: Okay, okay. I'll just pour some corrosive acid on it, like a boring person. (The sound of metal corroding can be heard.) Zachary: There you go. You're free. What were you doing in there in the first place? Reedson: T-There were these worms chasing me, and I was trying to get to the security office so I could prove they were real, but then they started chasing me, and I must've taken a wrong turn… Zachary: Well, no shit. You made it to the chemical lab. If you want to access the security office, you gotta go back in there, and turn right. Say, where are these worms anyway? I sure as hell don't see them. Reedson: T-They must've gotten scared when you poured the acid on it. Zachary: Seriously? That's a big leap. Reedson: Well… okay, maybe it is… but maybe I'm right. Zachary: Ben, I'm not gonna stop you from reaching the security office, but you're dead wrong about these worms. Reedson: Okay… Now I just… have to… go back in the vents… with the worms… Zachary: If you're feeling any doubts about this, you could just… not do it. Reedson: No… I'll do it. I'll… do it… (Reedson crawls into the vents.) Reedson: Alright… I've just got to… make it… to the end… (Reedson crawls around for a while.) Reedson: God, am I almost there? I-I can't take the stress anymore… (The vents begin to shake once more.) Reedson: No… Not again… I-I'm so close… J-Just keep going… (Reedson crawls quickly for a while.) Reedson: There's the end! I… I did it! I made it! (The sound of a grate being taken off can be heard once again. Ben gets out of the vent.) Reedson: Alright. All I need to do is examine the footage on the computer… Let's see here… There's the camera footage of me… but what's this other one? Let's see… (The audio goes quiet for a few minutes.) Reedson: What… the… fuck? (A brief pause is heard.) Reedson: I… I need to tell the foundation… I… gotta upload this. (Ben turns the microphone off, likely to upload the audio.) [END LOG] VIDEO LOG DATE: 7/24/23, 11:38 AM LOCATION: Containment Room 12, Site-75, Kansas NOTE: Footage was recorded by the room's security camera. [BEGIN LOG] (A D-Class walks into the room, accompanied by a security guard and a researcher. They have been identified as Security Officer David, Researcher Bridget, and D-57834) Sven: Please read the inscription on the tablet. D-57834: Why me, specifically? Sven: You have expertise regarding prehistoric languages. We specifically chose you because of that. D-57834: Okay, you caught me. I'll read it. (The room goes silent for approximately a minute.) D-57834: There. Sven: What does it say? D-57834: Well… It's an old scripture of some ancient cult. They seem to speak about "Ascension" and "Becoming one with the old gods." It's kind of scary. Sven: Can you read the exact words? D-57834: I don't know… That might trigger something, you know? Sven: Read it, please. D-57834: Alright… Here goes… "Ascend beyond yourself, and become many. Take the universe in your new form. Become one with the old gods, and become perfect. Eat their mind and let it feed you. Endless power awaits you. Now, be reborn, eternally." Bridget: See? That wasn't so bad. Now, we'd like you to take a look at the back. See that sigil? Do you know what it means? (D-57834 moves around to the backside of SCP-7834.) D-57834: That… No, I've never seen anything like that sigil before. Seems ominous. Bridget: Hmm, okay. Well, I think that's all. Guess we should probably label this as an anomalous object since it doesn't do anything. Sven: Hang on a second. I feel like we haven't fully explored this enough. D-Class, can you read it in the original script? D-57834: I… guess so? Alright… here goes… (D-57834 begins speaking the words on the tablet. An ominous red glow emerges from it.) Bridget: STOP! STOP! D-57834: Okay, okay! I didn't want to go through this anyway! Bridget: David, that was very irresponsible of you. You shouldn't have done that. Sven: On one hand, yes. On the other, we now definitively know that this is an anomaly. Bridget: (sigh) I suppose. Well, that wraps up our testing. D-Class, we'll escort you back to your cell. Once I'm done with that, David, you and I are going to have a little talk. Sven: Okay… (The three of them leave the room, and the footage remains idle for several hours. After some time, a breach alarm begins. After around a half hour, two D-Class enter the room, identified as D-57834 and D-44139.) D-44139: What are we doing in here? D-57834: I don't know! Security's coming after us, so I thought we could hide here! D-44139: Hide? Those guys are relentless. We can't escape! (Zachary runs into the room, brandishing a gun.) Zachary: Freeze! D-57834: Shit. Zachary: You fucking miscreants caused this breach, didn't you? I SAID DIDN'T YOU? D-44139: No! It wasn't us! It was someone else! Zachary: I don't like liars. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you both dead. D-44139: Um… because we aren't liars? Zachary: Wrong answer. (Zachary proceeds to shoot D-44139. He falls to the ground.) Zachary: Wanna tell me the right answer, other guy? D-57834: (muttering) Looks like I don't have a choice… (D-57834 begins to read the text of SCP-7834 in the original language. The tablet begins to glow bright red.) Zachary: What the hell do you think you're doing, smart-ass? (Zachary begins to fire several bullets at D-57834. He begins bleeding, but continues to read the tablet.) Zachary: STOP! (D-57834 finishes reading the tablet. He collapses onto the floor.) Zachary: Good riddance. (The body of D-57834 begins to twitch uncontrollably. After some time, a swarm of worms burst from the body. They begin to surround Zachary. He fires multiple gunshots at the worms.) Zachary: WHY does this GODDAMN thing always run out of ammo at the WORST FUCKING TIMES? (The worms begin to surround Zachary. He expresses discomfort and tries to shake them off. Zachary: GET THE FUCK OFF ME! GET OFF! AGH! (One worm noticeably reaches the forehead of Zachary and begins to attach itself to there. After some time, it burrows into his forehead.) Zachary: MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT… huh? That was weird. What was I going on about again? I can't remember… Whatever. (Zachary proceeds to leave the room. The remaining worms begin to bury into the walls.) [END LOG] As you can see from this footage, these worms are a dire threat and extremely dangerous. I fear they may come for me next. Please send help immediately. To: Marisa Jones From: Ben Reedson. Subject: An apology. Forget everything that I said in my previous message. I don't even remember what I wrote there. Everything at Site-75 is fine. « SCP-7833 | SCP-7834| SCP-7835 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7834" by InfiniteCosmos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7834. Licensed under CC-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-7834 Author: InfiniteCosmos License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Modern_Whetstone_fragment_(FindID_835884).jpg Author: North Lincolnshire Museum, Martin Foreman, 2017-03-13 14:52:48 License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://finds.org.uk/database/images/image/id/606338/recordtype/artefacts
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Screenshot of SCP-7835-D-48, “In Mysterious Ways!" Item: SCP-7835 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7835 is to be kept on a pedestal in the middle of a standard humanoid containment cell. This way, SCP-7835 is fixed in the three-dimensional midpoint of the room, reducing the potential for accidental overwrite events. If transportation of the item is necessary due to external factors, all personnel are to maintain a minimum two-meter distance from SCP-7835 and its courier. Requests for experimentation may be forwarded to Site Director Naismith. When interacting with SCP-7835, personnel are to deposit any electronic devices, paper, currency, and any written or recorded media at the door unless they are relevant to the experiment. Affected instances of SCP-7835-A, -B, -C, and -D are non-anomalous and may be viewed in Site-59's media wing. Description: SCP-7835 is a small golden figurine of a chicken. The object is seven centimeters in length, height, and width. The phrase "NUM TANTI ERAT?"1 has been engraved on the base. Chemical dating has traced its construction to the spring of 1564 CE. SCP-7835 was discovered in a catacomb under the Saint-Nicolas church in Strasbourg, France. After a brief holding period at the British Museum, the object's anomalous effect began to interfere with recorded media at the site. Museum officials remanded it to the Foundation after two weeks of incidents. Any recorded media placed within a two-meter radius for at least two seconds will be overwritten in a variety of ways. The only media that will not be altered is that which has already been altered. Additionally, all media is affected uniquely, even if two identical items are exposed. Affected artwork, including currency, is known as SCP-7835-A. Once exposed, the surfaces will change into artwork of 16th-century theologian John Calvin engaging in various humiliating or morally compromising acts. Collected instances have included (but are not limited to) bestiality, cannibalism, blasphemy, substance abuse, littering, and losing dramatically at various sports and board games. Affected text is designated SCP-7835-B. Once exposed, the text will change to a subject that portrays John Calvin in an extremely negative light. The longest known instance of SCP-7835-B is SCP-7835-B-27, which was originally a copy of Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It has since been converted to a novel titled John Calvin: the Man Who Fucked a Trillion Pigs. The shortest known instance is SCP-7835-B-10, which was originally Dr. Pontmercy's credit card. The name on the card has since changed to "EAT SHIT JC". Audio recordings are designated SCP-7835-C. These display the least deviation between individual instances; all are audio recordings of the same depressed male voice claiming full responsibility for various historical disasters. This includes (but is not limited to) the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, the Great Chicago Fire, the R101 airship crash, Hurricane Katrina, the Sack of Constantinople, the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in 79 CE, and the Cretaceous-Tertiary extinction. In most instances, the voice identifies itself as John Calvin. The shortest known instance is SCP-7835-C-15, which was originally a three-second .wav file of a duck vocalizing. It has since changed to the voice quickly screaming "Did I mention I was a Nazi? Well, I was!" Affected video recordings are designated SCP-7835-D. When exposed, the footage will become an episode of a children's cartoon series called Let's Get Presby-tastic! Addendum: SCP-7835-D Of all affected media, SCP-7835-D follows the most uniform structure. The length of the video will be either shortened or lengthened to fit a 22-minute episode. The host and narrator character is Johnny, a character that resembles the head of John Calvin grafted onto a giant, headless chicken. The bulk of the show consists of early cartoons from Warner Bros., MGM, and Disney, usually taken from the Silly Symphonies and Looney Tunes catalogs. Using the plot of the cartoons as a frame of reference for the topic of the day, Johnny addresses viewers directly about Calvinist theology. The character does this in state of suppressed but extreme agitation, frequently checking on and cowering from something offscreen. Notable monologues from SCP-7835-D: SCP-7835-D-14 (Episode title: "Pope? More like NOPE!") Johnny: Wow! That Mickey Mouse is such a rascal, ha-ha! I sure do love that little guy. He's… yeah. (He hyperventilates for five seconds.) Johnny: …we might as well get to what this "means" for you young reformers out there. Okay. So… all ya gotta do is picture Pete — I mean, I'm talkin' about the big cat thing with the peg leg. I know they didn't explicitly call him Pete but that's totally his name. I don't know why I called him a cat, maybe he's like a bulldog or something? Who knows? Who cares? Here I am, talkin' outta my patootie again when I should be talkin' about Calvinism! But it's okay! It's okay! Right?! (He grinds his teeth.) Johnny: All you really gotta do is imagine that Pete is Vatican oppression, and Mickey's the Protestant Reformation! Wow, I just totally assumed you know what "Vatican oppression" means, didn't I? Gosh darn it! You're, like, FIVE! You barely know what "cat" means! …no offense. I really hope someone gets on me about these nasty little mistakes later. Gotta keep me in line. Or this'll keep happening! Won't it?! (His lip trembles.) Johnny: …who wants to watch Tom & Jerry?! SCP-7835-D-49 (Episode title: "Tiptoe through the T.U.L.I.P.!") Johnny: …so as you can see, no matter hooooow hard he tries, Wile E. Coyote is never-ever-ever gonna catch that pesky Roadrunner. Is this because the Roadrunner is clever? No! Not even in the slightest! The Roadrunner is stupid and bad and horrible and wrong and sinful, tee-hee! But someone upstairs has it out for Mr. Coyote. That's right! God wants Wile E. Coyote to fail at eating this bird forever. And is that wrong? Is that wrong of God?! Huh?! (He slowly shakes his head.) Johnny: Sad but true. For reasons that no mortal can understand, God created this fluffy little apex predator for the purpose of failing. Is that a cruel thing God did? Well, here's another question: was God cruel to His son on the cross?! Was he?! (He shakes his head more vigorously.) Johnny: No, because God is good! He doesn't have people thoughts, He has GOD THOUGHTS! If we humans made a little sentient coyote out of meat for the sole purpose of constant underperformance for our amusement, that would be bad — because we're using human brains that have human thoughts. If our people brains tried to understand GOD THOUGHTS, it would make even less sense than I'm making right now I'm sorry I'm so so sorry! (He sheds several tears.) Johnny: Here's the thing, kids… if you did everything right… if you lived your whole life according to what the Gospel dictates… if God hasn't extended His grace to you, it's still entirely possible and morally justified… for you… (Seven seconds of silence.) Johnny: …to join me! SCP-7835-D-57 (Episode title: "Betraying your friends is bad bad bad bad bad BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD!") (Johnny paces feverishly.) Johnny: Yes yes great what a lovely cartoon clearly some of the cultural references didn't age well ha-ha especially not that blackface gag toward the three-minute mark oh well clearly it was a disturbing product of its time but let's not open that can of worms — ANYWAY!! (He suddenly approaches the viewer closer than he's ever come before.) Johnny: Before we go! I would like to say a few words. Just a few. Nothing huge, I swear. You see, a lot was said today on the subject of… betrayal. Well, there was one betrayal story we left out. A really big one. The guys running this show don't think we should tell it. But I think it's pretty relevant to the topic of the day. A long time ago in Geneva, there was this guy named John Calvin. (Sounds familiar, don't it?!) He thought he was a very good man. But he was flawed. Selfish. Corrupt. And personally, I think this was one of the very rare instances where divine predestination had no involvement — he was a horrible little weasel of a man on his own, wasn't he?! Some things are so evil that God can't justify it with any of His God thoughts. That's on us! And what was the worst thing John ever did? That's easy! His best friend was this guy named Michael Servetus. They a lot of fun together. Total BFFs! Allies in the fight for the Reformation! Then… John had Michael killed. It was over a petty disagreement about the particulars of the Bible. John thought that was enough to tattle on Michael to the Inquisition - you know, the Reformation's villains! Remember that Vatican oppression thing I was talking about? Yeah! Johnny LOVED that oppression stuff! The Inquisition took Michael away! They burned him! One of the worst ways anyone can die. And… Johnny was okay with this. Because Johnny didn't have God thoughts or people thoughts. HE HAD [bleep] THOUGHTS! That's right, [bleep] thoughts from a [bleep] brain fulla nothin' but [bleep]! And, hypothetically, if Johnny were alive today… this is what he would say. (Johnny breaks down sobbing.) Michael… I am sorry. I am so, so sorry. Satan has built an impenetrable castle in my heart that no redeeming cannonade may pierce. So please… see me as the friend you once knew, one last time — AND LET ME [bleep]ING DIE ALREADY I CAN'T DO THIS [bleep]ING SHOW ANYMORE LET ME — (Credits.) SCP-7835-D-58 (Episode title: "Whoopsies!") (From this episode on, Johnny is wearing a blood-soaked blindfold. Johnny screams his lines for most of this episode.) Johnny: HOWDY, KIDS! HERE'S ANOTHER EPISODE OF CALVINIST CARTOON GOODNESS. YOU MAY NOTICE THIS THING OVER MY EYES! FUN FACT: SOMETIMES, PEOPLE DO SUCH A BAD JOB AT HOSTING CARTOONS THAT THEY DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE EYES ANYMORE! (Ten seconds of dead silence.) Johnny: HERE'S DAFFY DUCK. Footnotes 1. Latin: "Was it worth it?" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7835" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7835. Licensed under CC-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: johncalvin.jpg Author: daveyoufool License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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Item#: 7836 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: N/A Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7836 is to be kept in a refrigerator in Site-175's kitchen outside of routine check-ups on SCP-7836-2 and requested uses. Personnel who wish to utilize SCP-7836 must request access to both an on-site psychiatrist and a staff member of Clearance Level 3 or higher. Description: SCP-7836 is a sealed bag of shredded mozzarella cheese.1 The bag itself is non-anomalous. The cheese inside of the bag, however, will replenish itself if any is taken from the bag and, despite the bag being open since being brought into Foundation custody, does not appear to spoil as most cheeses have been observed to do. Upon visually observing SCP-7836, individuals will feel compelled to unseal SCP-7836 and consume the cheese within, regardless of any self-imposed dietary limitations or medical conditions that would otherwise prohibit the consumption of dairy products. Once any quantity of cheese has been consumed by an affected individual (henceforth referred to as SCP-7836-1), a Soter Event will begin. During a Soter Event, SCP-7836-1 instances will be "transported" to an office on the second floor of a building, with a window showing a view that the current SCP-7836-1 instance finds calming. In reality, SCP-7836-1 instances remain stationary in the position they were upon consuming the cheese from SCP-7836. It is currently unknown if the visual element of Soter Events is a hallucination or is an out of body experience. On rare occasions, audio recording devices held by SCP-7836-1 record audio produced during Soter Events. SCP-7836 houses a Type-III Superintelligence that manifests during Soter Events, henceforth referred to as SCP-7836-2. Upon a Soter Event lasting anywhere between thirty seconds and six minutes, SCP-7836-2 will manifest in the office, entering it through a door. Exact descriptions of SCP-7836-2 vary between Soter Events, but there are a number of reported trends: ・SCP-7836-2 will always appear as a human male, appearing to be in his mid to late 30s. ・SCP-7836-2 always manifests holding a sheaf of papers or a clipboard. ・SCP-7836-2 speaks with a French, German, Italian or Polish accent, and will always address SCP-7836-1 instances in their native language. ・SCP-7836-2 will always appear with blonde hair and a skin tone described as "Creamy." ・SCP-7836-2 is fond of puns, specifically those based around cheeses.2 ・SCP-7836-2 claims its name is "Jack Monterey"3 and that it is "The most unbrielievable therapist you could find in a bag of cheese." Once inside the office, SCP-7836-2 will seat itself in a comfortable location, such as a couch, chair or, if nothing else is usable as a seat, the floor and ask SCP-7836-1 to do the same, willingly giving up its own seat to allow SCP-7836-1 to be more comfortable. Once both parties are seated, SCP-7836-2 will begin to read through the papers gradually and ask SCP-7836-1 questions related to their lives, jobs and personal relationships. SCP-7836-1 instances report a feeling of comfort around SCP-7836-2, stating that, at the time, they "felt like they could tell him anything." As a result, many SCP-7836-1 instances will answer with honesty and genuine emotion. Upon having learned of the majority of a person's life4, SCP-7836-2 will put down its papers and begin to ask questions about SCP-7836-1's mental health, generally interjecting to help them find words to describe things. After the previous two parts of an event have taken place, questioning usually reported taking between twenty minutes to three hours, SCP-7836-2 will stop asking questions and offer SCP-7836-1. This advice has most commonly taken the form of self-help, such as ways of coping with the loss of a loved one, combatting drug addictions and stamping out problematic behavior in their day-to-day life. After offering the advice, SCP-7836-2 will stand and leave the office, ending the Soter Event. Discovery: SCP-7836 was discovered by Junior Researchers Saoirse Daley and Leanna Smith on 30/07/21, while assisting kitchen staff with the preparation of that evening's food. Daley and Smith discovered SCP-7836 at the back of a refrigerator and Smith subsequently became the first known SCP-7836-1 instance. The object was brought to the attention of the wider staff body and was contained later that day. + Test Log 7836-A - Test Log 7836-A Test A - 02/08/21 Subject: D-37506 Subject Details: D-37506 was arrested in Italy under charges of patricide, before being founded guilty and being inducted into D-Class Personnel and brought to Site-175. D-37506 has a history of violent outbursts, anger issues and drug use. Procedure: D-37506 was outfitted with audio-recording equipment before instructed to enter the kitchen and eat from SCP-7836. Results: A Soter event successfully triggered, and D-37506 began hallucinating. The audio recording picks up nothing but static for around three seconds, before resuming proper function. The following recording has been translated from Italian. D-37506: "Eh? What the fuck- the hell did you sciencey-fuckin'-weirdos put in that cheese?!" Footsteps are heard for around four seconds. D-37506: "Wait- Fucken- Am I in Venice?5 I- Holy shit, that's Tony's place. That little café… The fuck is going on?" The sound of a door opening can be heard, and SCP-7836-2 enters the room. SCP-7836-2: "Good afternoon, Rosa. I'm sure getting you to come here today was a feta strength on the Foundation's part." Three seconds of silence. D-37506: "That was easily the most dogshit pun I've heard in a long time." SCP-7836-2: "Oh, you wound me! I thought it was a gouda pun. Now, please, take a seat and we can get our appointment started." D-37506: "Please stop with the cheese puns or I'll throw you out this fucken window." SCP-7836-2: "Woah, cheesy does it! I'm going to need you to relax a bit if we're going to do this-" D-37506: "I want out." SCP-7836-2: "Please stop being difficult, I only make the cheddar if we make progress on your case today." Six seconds of silence. D-37506: "Fine, fuck it. I'll do your stupid therapy thing. SCP-7836-2: Audibly relieved "Thank you, Rosa. Please, sit with me." The sounds of a chair being dragged across a wooden floor is heard SCP-7836-2: "So, Rosa, I have a copy of your file here." rustling paper is heard "I'll be honest, reading it was like reading a thriller. Drug addict from the age of seventeen, history of violence, bullying people throughout your school life… Killing your father. Quite a thirty years you've had, eh?" D-37506: "Guess so, yeah." SCP-7836-2: "Alright. So, tell me a bit about yourself. Who you are, a bit about your life. You know, stuff like that." D-37506: "Uh… Well, I'm Rosa Brambilla. I'm thirty years old and I used to live in Venice. Wanted to go onto study History in college, but my dad wouldn't let me, the fat bastard. Wanted me to study fuckin' Medicine, become a doctor, that shit. And then I killed him. I got arrested. Got thrown into an orange jumpsuit and now I'm rotting away in this weird-ass facility that looks somewhere between a maximum security prison from the films and a goddamn hospital." SCP-7836-2: "Given the mention, I take it you like movies?" D-37506: "Yeah. Really got into cinema as a teenager. Loved stuff like The Shawshank Redemption and Cabin in The Woods." SCP-7836-2: "I see. Not big on movies myself, though it's a bit hard to when you're stuck in a bag of cheese. Last time I saw an act… must havarti been before they invented the silver screen." D-37506: "Weren't that ages ago? You look too young to be, like, a hundred years old or something?" SCP-7836-2: "Aw, you're too kind. Please, do go on." D-37506: "Well, uh…" SCP-7836-2: "If it helps to have a gouda place to start, try telling me about your early life. Childhood and all that grate stuff." D-37506: "Well, when I was a kid, probably six or seven…" The audio lasts a further two hours, as D-37506 talks about her life and events she believes led her down her current path, with SCP-7836-2 occasionally interjecting to ask about details or inquire about her feelings about certain events. This has been cut from the log for brevity. D-37506: "And then the guy in the suit introduced himself as 'Agent Peters' or something, can't remember exactly what his name was, and told me that he could get me out of prison if I helped him and his organization with some tests. I'd have been an idiot not to take the Get Out of Jail Free card, so I did. And now I've been… here for a year and a half. That's about it." SCP-7836-2: "Enlightening. So, you think you lash out at others because of pent-up anger you have from your father controlling you for most of your adolescent life? And the drugs are for a similar reason?" D-37506: "Guess so, yeah." SCP-7836-2: "Well, while I'm not particularly experienced in the field myself, I do have an idea on how to deal with the drugs. Maybe have someone frisk you whenever you're coming to and from your cell? It might be weird for everyone involved, but getting any smuggled narcotics off you will probably pay off in the long run." D-37506: "So you want me to strip for the guards every time I need to use the bathroom?" SCP-7836-2: "Only if that's what you're into. A pat-down, pocket search, that sort of stuff, will probably work just as well." D-37506: "So… that it?" SCP-7836-2: "Well, no. I'd also recommend attempting to make peace with people you've fought with. Pays to have friends, and if you exclusively beat people up and spit in their faces, you won't make many. Who knows, maybe you'll start some unshakable bond between you and someone else who you'd previously kicked in the groin." D-37506: "You sound like a guy they'd bring into schools to tell kids how they need to respect one another so World War Three doesn't happen." SCP-7836-2: "Like it or not, good advice always sounds cheesy. Brielieve me, I would know." D-37506: "Guess you're right, heh." SCP-7836-2: "You're smiling." D-37506: "I am?" SCP-7836-2: "Yup. And here I was thinking you were a full-time sourpuss." D-37506: "More like part-time sourpuss, full-time pain in the ass." SCP-7836-2: "You shouldn't put yourself down like that, I'm sure there's someone out there who enjoys your company." A small chime can be heard on the recording. SCP-7836-2: "Ah, looks like my time with you is nearly up. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Rosa." D-37506: "Nice meeting you too, mister." SCP-7836-2 laughs SCP-7836-2: "Sir? Oh, no, my dear. Please, call me Jack. May I interest you in a snack for the road? You fond of cheese and onions crisps?" D-37506: "I'm fine, thank you." SCP-7836-2: "Alright then. If you'll excuse me, I must be going. If you ever feel like you need someone to talk to again, you know where to find me. Ciao!" The sound of a door opening and closing can be heard on the recording. The Soter event promptly ended and D-37506 returned to consciousness. Analysis: Shortly after testing ceased, D-37506 requested to be regularly frisked for narcotics on her way to and from her cell. The request has since been obliged, and D-37506 has failed several drug tests performed since. She has been observing actively attempting to make amends with fellow D-Class she had previously attacked, with mixed reactions. Update: On 19/05/22, D-37506 requested to be allowed to visit her father's grave in Italy. Request pending. + Interview with SCP-7836-2 - Interview with SCP-7836-2 Interviewed: SCP-7836-2 Interviewer: Doctor Frederick Baker Interview Date: 04/08/21 Foreword: Doctor Baker volunteered to interview SCP-7836-2 to attempt to gain an insight into how and, potentially, why the object exists. Baker has a history of relatively good mental health, but has never taken the amnesticization of his family upon him joining the Foundation well. <Begin Log, 15:12> Baker initiates a Soter event in the Site canteen. Four seconds of static are heard before the audio begins recording. Baker: "Dark in here… URF!" Audio indicates Baker collided with a large wooden object. The sound of a door opening and a light switch being turned on is heard immediately after. SCP-7836-2: "Oh, goodness! I'm so sorry, I forgot to leave the lights on, again so sorry. Are you hurt?" Baker: "Not badly, no, just a bit of a wallop off that table… Ow…" SCP-7836-2: "I can run and get you an ice pack if you want-" Baker: "Not necessary, sorry to cut you off, I'm just used to it by now… Pleasure to meet you, SCP-7836-2." SCP-7836-2: "Cheesed to meet you too, Frederick. And please, call me Jack." Baker: "If I call you Jack, can we… not make this a therapy session?" SCP-7836-2: "Why? You certainly have a few issues you could work through with me-" Baker: "Thanks, but no thanks. Not in the mood for that. That and I'm here to interview you. For a document." SCP-7836-2: "What, you need to update my place of residence in the government database to 'Bag of cheese'?" Baker: "Well, no, but figuring out an old place of residence if possible. Before the cheese, that is." SCP-7836-2: "Al-rightbrie then! You can havarti your interview! I'd ask you to take a seat, since we're gonna brie here a while, but…" Baker: "Yes, wheelchair. I'm used to it by now." SCP-7836-2: "Suppose you've heard it all before. Well, let me just…" The sound of a chair scraping against a wooden floor are heard SCP-7836-2: "Perfect. Now, Frederick, ask away!" Baker: "Alright, so… First question. Why are you in a bag of cheese, if you know why yourself?" SCP-7836-2: "No real reason. Just the next stage in my existence. This must be… my hundred and fiftieth form in the last few millennia? It'd surprise you how long certain old forms of cheese last in the right conditions." Baker: "A hundred and fiftieth- How old are you?" SCP-7836-2: "By my count, two thousand three hundred years old, given or take a decade or two." Baker: "Jesus." SCP-7836-2: "Yeah, pretty cool guy. Never actually said that thing about being gay, y'know."6 Baker: "Uh, ok…." Silence for around seven seconds. Baker: "It's just…" SCP-7836-2: "I'm a lot to take in? Yeah, I used to get that all the time. 'You talk too fast, you're jumping between topics too quick.' People these days have no sense of what real conversation is. No offence." Baker: "None taken. Next question?" SCP-7836-2: "Sure!" Baker: "How does that whole body thing work? Do you just randomly get stuck in different cheeses every couple years?" SCP-7836-2: "Nah. Generally I just smite my current vessel out of existence whenever I get bored of it. It's fun, you should try it if you ever come into possession of more power than is logically good for you." Baker: "You what?" SCP-7836-2: "Smite, destroy, forcibly remove its right to bear existence… Obliterate? You get the idea. Last time I bleu up must've brieen about a month ago. It was not nice burning up in the Iraqi desert after a plane crash, let me tell you." Baker: "Should we be concerned?" SCP-7836-2: "We? As in your Foundation? No, no, not at all. Not unless you want me to, of course." Baker: "Please do not 'obliterate' yourself while in Foundation custody. SCP-7836-2: sarcastically "Darn! There go my plans for the evening! Damn you, guestly courtesy!" Baker: "Also, how do you know about the Foundation? I'm assuming we haven't contained you before and you got out?" SCP-7836-2: "Nope, nosirbrie. You all just have a bit of a reputation in the wider anomalous community. Overheard about you guys while sitting in the fridge in some fellas calling themselves the UIU during my stint as a Babybel in Three Portlands." Baker: "Ok… So… Is this… normal, for you? Running therapy sessions out of a bag of cheese?" SCP-7836-2: "Oh, hell no. Decided to finally be useful again once I started this cycle as a mozzarella and I'm sticking to it." Baker: "So… what were you doing before? For those one hundred and forty-nine previous… vessels, as you called them." SCP-7836-2: "Mostly sitting around and mumbling useful ideas to people. Of course, most of it was old news by your Second Century AD, CE, whatever it is now, but mumble I did." Baker: "Mumbling? What exactly?" SCP-7836-2: "The process of making cheese. Brielieve me, it's taken me a real long time to get that out of my system. When something's been your shtick for longer than most civilizations have been around, that takes a while." Baker: "Mhmm. So… that view, huh?" SCP-7836-2: "I'll take it you're running out of questions. Yes, nice view, isn't it? That's… The Cliffs of Dover, I do believe. Lovely place." Baker: "Yeah. It's where I-" Baker goes silent. SCP-7836-2: "You're tearing up a bit. You sure you're alright?" Baker: "Yeah, I'm fine. I… just let myself slip. Gotta forget it. Move on. Otherwise I'll just die stuck in the past." SCP-7836-2: "You never did stop to get over it, did you? You just motored on without a second thought." Baker: "We are not having that conversation. We said this was an interview, not a therapy session, didn't we, Jack?" SCP-7836-2: "…We did. Sorry." Silence for about twelve seconds. Baker: "I… think we're just about done. You have anything you want me to pass onto my higher ups?" SCP-7836-2: "No thanks, I'm happy in the fridge. You could say that I'm just… chilling." Baker sighs. Baker: "Well, that's all. Have a nice evening, Jack." SCP-7836-2: "You too, Frederick. Come back anytime, or send someone my way. You know exactly where to find me." Baker: "Oh, one more thing." SCP-7836-2: "Mhmm?" Baker: "You can call me Fred in future, if you want." SCP-7836-2: "Alright then, Fred. I'll be seeing you." The Soter event ends, and Baker resumes consciousness. <End Log, 16:09> Closing Statement: Several members of personnel reported Baker seemed lost in thought in the hours following his interview with SCP-7836-2. When approached about this, Baker simply said he "was toying with the idea of something." + Meeting record concerning SCP-7836, 05/08/21 - Meeting record concerning SCP-7836, 05/08/21 Foreword: Doctor Frederick Baker requested a meeting with Site Director Umar Musa concerning SCP-7836. <Begin Recording, 12:06> Baker enters Musa's office and seats himself across the desk from him. Baker: "Good morning, sir." Musa: "Afternoon at this point, but I digress. You wanted to talk about 7836, yes?" Baker: "Yes. I, uh, wanted to propose something." Musa grins Musa: "Sorry Frederick, but I don't swing that way." Musa snorts at his own joke Baker: "I- no, that's not what I- can you please take this seriously?" Musa: "Ok, serious time." Musa straightens himself in his seat "Go on." Baker: "Ok… so, I wanted to suggest the idea of letting personnel use SCP-7836 freely. I think it might do the Site's collective mental health something good." Musa stares at Baker for around thirty seconds in complete silence Baker: "Uh, Director-" Musa: "Baker, you understand you're new here and all, but you can't just talk to an anomaly after testing once and say it's completely fit for free use by anyone who wants it." Baker: "What, because we know too little about the object? It's a bag of bloody shredded cheese that gives you a therapy session and life advice! Hardly even ground for a Euclid-class!" Musa: "Exactly my reasons, and calm down. As much I'd love to lay off some of the idiots in the Psychology Department, we can't just replace them with an SCP we've tested a grand total of twice. It'd be like America suddenly changing laws that keep thousands of people safe and just saying 'Yeah, this random fella we took off the street is making laws now." Baker: "To be fair, that sounds like something-" Musa: "Neither the time nor place, Baker. But do you get what I'm trying to say here?" Baker: "What, you think it's going to start subtly mind-controlling the entire Site if we let people use it?" Musa: "Well, no, but the idea to prevent that from happening if that's what it's going to do." Baker: "Fair enough. But still, what if it isn't?" Musa: "Do more of your tests. Prove it isn't just brainwashing people into thinking they're happy or whatever and that it doesn't want to turn our brains into blue cheese or something. Give me solid, definitive proof, and I'll consider letting anyone who needs it use the object, keyword consider. Do that and come back to me about this, alright?" Baker: "Alright then. Thank you for your time, sir." Musa: "Oh, and one last thing before you go, Baker." Baker: "Hmmm?" Musa: "Please tell me the cheese puns of the audio records aren't just interference." Baker: "Nope. SCP-7836-2 has a weird sense of humor." Musa chuckles Musa: "Maybe I'll sign myself up for one of those tests you're going to run. Even if it is a superintelligent entity inside a bag of cheese, it sounds like a fun time." Baker: "Uh, feel free to volunteer any time. Thanks for your time." Musa: "You're quite welcome, Frederick. Have a good day." Baker: "You too, sir." Baker stands and leaves the office. <End Log, 12:11> Closing Statement: Well, better get to testing this bag- sorry, bad boy. -F. Baker + Extended SCP-7836 Test Logs - Extended SCP-7836 Test Logs 06/08/21 Test #7 Test Subject: D-229137 Notes: D-229137 struggled with intense paranoia from his early teens and was described by other D-Class as reclusive. Test Results: Soter Event lasted roughly two and a half hours. SCP-7836-2 traced D-229137's paranoia to extended periods of isolation in his childhood. SCP-7836-2 encouraged D-229137 to engage socialise more with his fellow D-Class in order to avoid further periods of loneliness. After testing ceased, D-229137 was reported as transitioning into a much more active role in D-Class social circles by personnel. D-229137 reported feeling much calmer and happier. 14/08/21 Test #15 Test Subject: Junior Researcher Eli Balcomb Notes: Balcomb was known to be prone to depressive episodes, and had previously attempted suicide several times. Subject was also noted as lactose intolerant. Test Results: Upon the Soter Event beginning, it lasted roughly eleven seconds before Balcomb reassumed activity and ran to the bathroom. Audio recorded during the test consistented of SCP-7836-2 swearing in German for roughly half a minute. Note to self: provide lactose intolerant testers with lactase. -F. Baker 15/08/21 Test #21 Test Subject: Junior Researcher Eli Balcomb Notes: Balcomb was provided with lactase prior to testing. Test Results: Balcomb complained of mild stomach pain around halfway through the Soter Event, which successfully activated and lasted roughly three hours, with SCP-7836-2 commenting that he was "Still working out some chinks for the dairy allergic and lactose intolerant." SCP-7836-2 successfully managed to trace the source of Balcomb's episodes to several sources throughout his childhood, but expressed a want to address each individually and after "a period of preparation for each." It then asked Balcomb if he would be willing to come back and talk another time. Balcomb accepted the offer, and lodged a request to allow him continue acting as a test subject for SCP-7836-2. Request pending. 26/08/21 Test #29 Test Subject: D-45651 Notes: Subject had no history of mental health problems, although psychological analysis revealed subject had ADHD. Test Results: Soter Event successfully triggered and subsequently lasted for roughly fifty minutes. SCP-7836-2 did not go through the usual process with D-45651, instead spending the duration of the Event discussing D-45651's interests with him. When asked why he didn't follow standard procedure during the Event by D-45651, SCP-7836-2 simply said that "There's nothing wrong with you, you're wonderful just as you are. But it'd be rude to just kick you out over that, so I decided to just chat." D-45651 displayed no major behavioral changes following testing. 03/09/21 Test #32 Test Subject: Junior Researcher Erika Henderson Notes: Subject had reported general unhappiness in their life with no discernible source. Subject reported difficulty eating, getting out of bed and general lethargy. Test Results: Soter Event lasted four hours. SCP-7836-2 concluded that Henderson was experiencing gender dysphoria, citing her several efforts to appear masculine as a teenager as "damning evidence." Henderson would spend the next week discussing sexuality with other researchers, before requesting a week's leave on 30/09/21 in order to receive gender reassignment surgery. Due to external factors, the request's processing was put on hold before being granted on 30/12/21. Henderson would return to work a week later under the name Eric Henderson. He later reported feeling much more comfortable in his own body and expressing enjoyment in his daily routine. 02/12/21 Test #49 Test Subject: Corrine Byrne, Site 175 Janitor Notes: Byrne had previously reported high levels of stress as part of the ongoing clean-up effort around Site 175 after SCP-████ and SCP-████ breached containment on ██/██/21. Fellow members of janitorial staff recommended her for testing with the object. Test Results: Soter Event lasted an hour and a half. SCP-7836-2 spent most of the Event discussing methods of alleviating stress, including breathing exercises and several Buddhist meditation techniques, along with how to fit them into her daily routine. Byrne spent the next three days fixing the meditation time as part of her schedule. Within a week, Byrne reported feeling as though she was back to her old self and wished to extend thanks to SCP-7836-2 for its advice. FROM: ten.piks|rekabf#ten.piks|rekabf TO: ten.piks|asumutcerid#ten.piks|asumutcerid SUBJECT: SCP-7836 again. Good afternoon sir. I know you're quite busy currently, what with needing to rebuild parts of the Site and all, but I'd like to ask you to reconsider on the matter of 7836. I've been testing with it for the last few months, and nobody seems to have been mind controlled, body snatched or anything of the sort. In fact, I'm hearing nothing but thanks to Jack- or rather, SCP-7836-2, in that regard. Is it a bit weird? Yes, but I prefer to take that as a sign what it's doing is genuinely helping as opposed to brain hijacking. Please, do reconsider opening use to the wider Site, some people definitely need it after what happened. Sincerely, Frederick Baker P.S: Need an electrician on Sublevel 3, breaker box is on the fritz again. FROM: ten.piks|asumutcerid#ten.piks|asumutcerid TO: ten.piks|rekabf#ten.piks|rekabf SUBJECT: RE: SCP-7836 again. Hello Frederick. I recently reviewed 7836's entry on the database. Seems like you've been busy. I do agree, it seems like it could be quite a helpful anomaly, recent containment breach and related traumas aside. I'm still somewhat reluctant to both open up an anomaly for Sitewide use, as well as potentially laying off -Site psychologists. We don't know how it gets information on people, especially such in-depth things like previous friends and holidays. I've considered, and I'll do it. On one condition. Use it yourself. Ask SCP-7836-2 a few more questions, and let him work his weird, cheese-therapy-man magic on you. I think it'll do you good. Also, I'll send that electrician down. Have a nice day. P.S: You don't need to sign off every email like it's a letter, it's the 21st Century. + Soter Event Transcript: Frederick Baker - Soter Event Transcript: Frederick Baker Interviewed: SCP-7836-2 Interviewer: Doctor Frederick Baker Foreword: Doctor Baker informed staff researching SCP-7836 that this would be the final test they would be required to supervise. <Begin Log, 16:06> Baker initiates a Soter Event and appears in SCP-7836-2's office, SCP-7836-2 presumably already inside. SCP-7836-2: "I knew you'd be back, Fred." Baker: "Hello, SCP-7836-2." SCP-7836-2: "Formal today. Suits you. But, please, just call me Jack." Baker: "I will. So… when do we get to the session?" SCP-7836-2: "Oh, so that's what this is for?" A clapping sound is heard on the recording "Wunderbar! Before we start, can I offer you some peanuts?" Baker: "No, thank you. I'm allergic." SCP-7836-2: "Oh well, that's a shame." The sounds of paper ruffling can be heard. SCP-7836-2: "Would you prefer if I go through the usual process, or if I just cut to the cheese and go straight to the main problems?" Baker: "Just hit me where it hurts." SCP-7836-2: "Alright then." SCP-7836-2 sighs heavily "Sorry in advance. I know this is probably hard for you." Baker remains silent. SCP-7836-2 continues. SCP-7836-2: "Alright, the first notable incident in your life. May 12th, 1982. A six year old you and your parents are driving home to London, on the M40 after visiting your grandparents in Birmingham. Drunk driver was speeding along behind you, rear-ended your car… Yeah." Baker: "…Yeah." SCP-7836-2: "Mother dead on the scene, father with two broken ribs and you… Damage to the neck leading to you being paralyzed from the waist down. Awful thing for anyone to have to go through, especially at such a young age." Baker: "You don't say." SCP-7836-2: "Anything you want to say about it?" Baker: "I miss her." SCP-7836-2: "I understand how you feel. My mother's been dead for a real long time, I still miss her too." Baker: "Yeah. Something inside you just kind of… dies, when you lose a parent, doesn't it?" SCP-7836-2: "Feels like the world's been torn apart and put back together haphazardly, yeah." Silence for around ten seconds. SCP-7836-2: "Let's move on." Baker: "Mhmm." SCP-7836-2: "So, not much through your teens… Twenties, you graduate from Oxford University with a degree in Theoretical Physics, meet your future wife… get engaged. What was her name?" Baker: "Ann. Ann Smith, before we tied the knot. Lovely woman, she'd love you if you ever met. Had the same kind of cheesy humor you do." SCP-7836-2: "I see what you did there." Baker: "Been waiting for that one." SCP-7836-2: "Looks like we have a new cheese master on the block. How was the relationship?" Baker: "Good, obviously. Otherwise we wouldn't have gotten engaged." SCP-7836-2: "Fair. You two lived together?" Baker: "From pretty early, yeah. Had a little apartment in Brighton. Loved to go on trips all around the country. That's how I proposed, actually. Went on a day trip to the Cliffs of Dover, had a picnic, I proposed… We drove home and had sex. Great day, all in all." SCP-7836-2: SCP-7836-2 snaps its fingers7 "TMI, Fred. TMI." Baker: "Sorry. I… Spoke without thinking. My bad." SCP-7836-2: "You're fine. Mind if I keep going?" Baker: "Yes, carry on." SCP-7836-2: "Ok, going into your thirties… Married, had a son, then another one… Looks good up to here. And then we hit your forties." Baker: "Shit hits the fan." SCP-7836-2: "Shit well and truly hits the fan. Motor Neuron Disease, I feel bad for your father, truly." Baker: "He just… fell, one day. He hit his leg off the corner of a table so I took him to the hospital to get it looked at, and to check if he was alright after the fall. It was a shock. Died about a year later, could hardly move his arms toward the end." SCP-7836-2: "Must've been awful, watching him slowly go." Baker: "It was. It's just-" Baker swallows hard, and continues shakily. "It was horrible watching him slowly just stop being able to… to do things. He needed a caretaker to do much of anything. he couldn't hold his drinks, couldn't eat by himself since he couldn't hold his knife and fork by himself… Never thought I'd be feeding my own father his potatoes like a baby on Christmas Day, but who would? I think he just gave up at the end, let himself fade away into whatever afterlife or oblivion there is after death." SCP-7836-2: "I'm sure he was happy to have a loving son right to the end." Baker: Audibly upset "The last thing he ever said to me was that he loved me. He died the next day." SCP-7836-2: "That's rough, man. Do you, like, need a hug or something?" Baker: "No… No, I'm fine. Just gimme… gimme a second." Ragged breathing is heard for the next few seconds, before a deep inhalation and exhalation Baker: "Ok, ok. I'm ok." SCP-7836-2: "Deep breaths whenever you think you're about to cry, unless you want a good cry. In, out." Baker: "I'm fine, I'm fine." SCP-7836-2: "Good. And then… Less than a month later, you get approached to join the Foundation. You accept, your family gets amnesti-whatsited, which you apparently didn't expect, and you're sat down to work as a researcher at… Site 175. Just curious, why didn't you think they'd wipe your family's memories?" Baker: "They never told me!" SCP-7836-2: "I'm fairly sure they'd put some kind of disclaimer on your contractual obligations." Baker: "You're implying people read the things they sign for work." SCP-7836-2: "You really should, in all honesty, but whatever. Anything on that?" Baker: "I miss them." SCP-7836-2: "Fair enough. What were the kids like? Tell me." Baker: "Thomas, the older one, real energetic little piece of work. Had some kind of sport every other day of the week, still had it in him to run all over the place and hang off of you while you were trying to get the spaghetti ready for dinner… James was a lot like him, little ball of energy. Had an off button when you gave him his IPad, thankfully." SCP-7836-2: "Youtube and stuff, the best way of making a young child compliant with your demands." Baker: "Yeah… I miss him laughing at those Minecraft videos he used to watch. Grown men messing around with block games. I'd call it silly, but apparently we have an entire Site based inside the game, so what the hell." SCP-7836-2: "What's the world coming to, eh? Still, sounds like you loved your kids." Baker: "I'd be insane not to. Aside from Ann, they were pretty much the only people in the world who really mattered to me." SCP-7836-2: "I can see why you miss them so much, then. Tell me, did you ever just stop and let yourself really miss them? Like, address it beyond the fact it's how you feel? Cry it out, talk to someone, so on so forth?" Baker: "Not really. Never really felt bad enough to need to." SCP-7836-2: "So, you just internalize it? Let it boil for the rest of time, til you eventually explode from it?" Baker: "I suppose-" SCP-7836-2: "Sorry, Fred, but just.. That isn't healthy. I know it sounds obvious. Correction, I know it's obvious, but you just really. shouldn't. do. that. Alright?" Baker: "I- Uh, I'm sorry?" SCP-7836-2: "No, no, don't be. Just do me a favor." Baker: "What kind of favor?" SCP-7836-2: "When we're done here, take some time for yourself. Take a day or two off, keep to yourself in your off hours for a few days, just process it. Come to terms with it, just accept it and figure out how you move forward. I know it doesn't sound like genuine advice, but it'll work. Most things I say do, somehow." Baker: "Alright, I will. Uh, thanks for the advice?" SCP-7836-2: "Tis no problem, Fred. Glad I could brie of some help to you." A clap is heard, along with an exclaimation of pain from Baker Baker: "Christ, you've got some bony hands." SCP-7836-2: "Big strong bones in the hands, mind you. The calcium from being in dairy products does wonders for the bones and teeth." Baker: "The nails, too. Might want to cut them before next time someone comes by." SCP-7836-2: "Fair enough. I think my work here is done. Do you?" Baker: "For the time being, yes. Goodbye, I suppose." SCP-7836-2: "One last thing, Fred." Baker: "Yes, Jack?" SCP-7836-2: "Go outside a bit more, you're deathly pale. Releases serotonin, too." Baker: "I will. Goodbye, Jack." SCP-7836-2: "So long, Fred. Hopefully I don't need to see you again. Well, at least in this context." The Soter Event ends, and Baker resumes regular activity. <End Log, 16:29> Closing Statement: After the interview concluded, several members of staff pointed out to Baker that he was crying, which he was apparently unaware of. Further reports over the coming days indicated that Baker was acting unusually, before suddenly returning to his usual self. When asked about what exactly had brought on the temporary change, Baker left the following comment. "They wouldn't want me moping around when I could be doing something better with myself, would they?" Shortly after the interview, SCP-7836 was temporarily made readily available to personnel at Site 175. After no ill effects were reported after the test period, SCP-7836 was permanently made available for use by on-site personnel. Footnotes 1. Despite being labelled as a bag of red cheddar cheese, SCP-7836-1 have described its taste being more akin to mozzarella 2. SCP-7836-2's sense of humor has been described as "groan-inducing" 3. It is unclear if this is another pun or the name SCP-7836-2 actually uses to identify itself 4. SCP-7836-2 claims to already have a large quantity of background information on the current SCP-7836-1 on its clipboard, but prefers to ask SCP-7836-1 direct questions. 5. D-37506 spent most of her adolescence living in Venice prior to moving to Rome with her father. 6. SCP-7836-2 claims to have met a large quantity of religious figures both prior to and during its several existences, including, but not limited to; Jesus Christ, Odin, Muhammed, the entire Greco-Roman pantheon, Raijin, Siddhārtha Gautama and The God Emperor Of Mankind 7. Audio recording detected a snapping noise, which was assumed to originate from SCP-7836-2 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7836" by BitOddInnit, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7836. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Jayenne Eyes In The Sky Written by Jayenne. An instance of SCP-7837 mimicking a GPS satellite. Item #: SCP-7837 Special Containment Procedures: Captured specimens are to be stored at Site-38 in underground cells made of reinforced concrete. Specimens must be bound to the floor of their cells by 7.6mm steel cables. Cables must be coated in rubber or some other abrasion-resistant insulation. All testing of SCP-7837 instances must be done in the presence of no less than 10 guards armed with armor-piercing rifles. No metallic objects, apart from those being used for testing purposes, are to make direct physical contact with any instance of SCP-7837. Following Incident 7837-X1-A, MTF-Eta-37 "Skywatch" has been formed to handle all instances of SCP-7837 attacks. Eta-37's job is to document, deter1 and/or capture all instances of SCP-7837. To this end, Taskforce personnel are equipped with specially-designed harpoon and net launchers to restrain the instances. Any Foundation personnel outside of MTF-Eta-37 who encounter instances of SCP-7837 unexpectedly are instructed to contact the Taskforce immediately while maintaining visual on the sky above, or on the instance itself if it is in visual range. No attempt by non-Taskforce personnel to engage SCP-7837 entities is recommended unless absolutely necessary. Description: SCP-7837 is a population of anomalous machines resembling manmade satellites that exhibit animalistic and predatory behavior. While SCP-7837 instances can vary considerably in shape and size, all instances display the following anomalous traits: The ability to freely enter and exit Earth's atmosphere and gravitational pull without assistance, and travel at speeds up to 740km/h The ability to move and contort in a manner similar to a variety of predatory Medusae or Ornithurae species Machinery on each satellite behaves analogously to various appendages on organic lifeforms: solar panels function as "wings" or "arms" for in-atmosphere maneuvering or grounded locomotion, respectively. Cameras serve as "eyes" and any form of hatch capable of opening and closing behaves as a "mouth". Regardless of the purpose of the satellite SCP-7837 is intended to mimic, all instances come equipped with the above components Extreme resistance to heat, cold, and blunt-force trauma (though this may simply be due to the materials used in the construction of non-anomalous satellites) The ability to self-repair via assimilating metallic objects A drive to hunt sentient organic life Whether SCP-7837 instances are manmade artificial constructs or naturally-occurring biomechanical entities currently remains up for debate. Analysis of the remains of destroyed SCP-7837 instances reveals serial numbers and other manufacturer information etched on internal components, but the text is always heavily warped as if melted or sanded away. It is also possible that SCP-7837 instances are simply not sophisticated enough to accurately copy such texts. Different "species" of SCP-7837 have different methods for hunting their prey. These can range from turreted harpoons with several km of cable, to sharpened claws on the ends of articulated solar panels, to -in one instance- a nozzle that dispensed high-pressure jets of hydrazine2 before igniting it, creating a napalm-like stream of fire. Once the prey is incapacitated, it is pulled into the nearest mouth-like orifice on the satellite's body and presumably processed into fuel. In order to minimize the chances of being detected, SCP-7837 have devised a set of preferred conditions in which to hunt its desired prey: Target must be at least 20m away from the nearest building Time must be past sunset Sky must be clear of clouds and fog, presumably so SCP-7837 can maintain visual contact Target must not be staring up at the sky for prolonged periods of time. Individuals appearing to be stargazing or otherwise focusing their attention on the sky will usually deter an attack from 7837 instances. It is theorized they prefer to ambush their prey so as to minimize chances of escape Discovery: SCP-7837 was first brought to the attention of Foundation personnel on August 3rd, 2021 after the disappearances of ██ visitors of the Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff, Arizona. Victims were apparently ambushed in the parking lot on the way back to their vehicles. Eyewitness accounts claimed individuals were "pulled into the sky" by what appeared to be long steel cables attached to barbed spikes. Two (2) members of the response team were impaled by a subsequent attack from the SCP-7837 instance upon arrival at the scene. Remaining team members looking up at the sky in an attempt to locate the anomaly is believed to have scared it away. A second report approximately 2 months later in Reno, Nevada led to the capture of SCP-7837-A1 after it became tangled in power lines in an attempt to escape. Most of the Foundation's knowledge of SCP-7837 comes from analysis of specimen A1. Addendum 7837-01: Initial Experimentation The following is a series of multiple experiments conducted on captured SCP-7837 entities to better understand their nature: Experiment 7837-A1-01 Date: ██/██/2022 Presiding: Dr. J.L.Pavlova, Dr. Rico Fuentes Intent: Determine SCP-7837's preferences in prey. Procedure: A common housecat in a metal cage was placed before SCP-7837-A1 via a remote-controlled robot. Observations: SCP-7837-A1's cameras turned to focus on the cat, but entity did not attempt to make physical contact. Entity's restraints were loose enough to where it could have shifted slightly in the cat's direction if it so desired. Robot suffered mechanical failure during attempt to retrieve metal cage. A D-class personnel (henceforth referred to as "Subject-A") was sent to retrieve the cage and robot. Immediately upon Subject-A entering the cell, SCP-7837-A1's cameras focused on Subject-A and seemed to completely ignore the cat. SCP-7837-A1's thrusters and stabilizers began activating intermittently in an effort to free itself from its bindings and approach Subject-A. Upon retrieval of the cage and robot, Subject-A quickly fled the cell, causing SCP-7837-A1 to return to an inert state. Conclusions: SCP-7837 entities only seem to be interested in hunting intelligent organic life. Experiment 7837-A1-02 Date: ██/██/2022 Presiding: Dr. J.L.Pavlova, Dr. Rico Fuentes Intent: Determine the mechanism by which SCP-7837 entities consume their prey, and the purpose of doing so. Procedure: A D-class personnel slated for termination (henceforth referred to as "Subject-B") is instructed to enter SCP-7837-A1 by any means necessary. Subject-B is not informed of the nature of 7837-A1. Observations: SCP-7837-A1's cameras focused on Subject-B, but it did not attempt to free itself as it had in Test-01. Instead, as Subject-B approached, SCP-7837-A1's frontal plating split down the middle and slid open in a manner similar to a set of elevator doors. The inside of the entity appeared mostly hollow, though it was initially too dark to make out any details. Subject-B approached the opening and was able to climb inside without resistance. Upon fully entering the inside of of the entity, Subject-B was immediately restrained by a series of cables. Lights within switched on, revealing a series of biomechanical organs embedded into the walls of SCP-7837-A1's interior. Various mechanical arms extended from multiple locations within the hull, with some further restraining Subject-B's limbs and others activating what appeared to be plasma-based cutting implements. Arms began cutting into Subject-B's body, starting at the limbs and working inwards rapidly. Subject-B ceased struggling approximately 5 seconds into the ordeal and is believed to be deceased after 10. Subject-B's body is gradually cut into small chunks, which are then individually picked up by SCP-7837-A1's mechanical arms before being deposited into cylindrical glass containers filled with an unknown substance, possibly some form of acid. Due to multiple arms obstructing the view, it cannot be seen what happens to Subject-B's head. Approximately 10 minutes after Subject-B is processed, a series of blue lights begin flickering down the sides of SCP-7837-A1's hull as it emits a series of rhythmic thrumming noises. A laptop computer 20 meters away, outside the containment cell, begins emitting a glow of the same bluish hue. A string of heavily corrupted text begins playing across the laptop's screen. The phrases "didn't mean it", "gun misfired", and "stupid kid" can be distinguished. Upon a hunch from Dr. Fuentes, Subject-B's file is reviewed. Subject-B became a D-class after a robbery-gone-wrong resulted in the death of a 10-year-old child. Conclusions: SCP-7837 entities seem to derive fragments of intelligence and memories from individuals they consume. As for the organic matter of their victims, it is suspected to be converted into fuel for propulsion or used to repair the entity's softer internal components. Experiment 7837-A1-03 Date: ██/██/2022 Presiding: Dr. J.L.Pavlova Intent: Determine the means by which instances of SCP-7837 repair damage sustained to their hulls.3 Procedure: Multiple rounds of .50 caliber armor-piercing ammunition are to be discharged into the hull of SCP-7837-A1. A metal wheelbarrow is then placed in direct physical contact with the hull of 7837-A1. A plastic vegetable crate is placed upon one of the entity's solar panels to test its material preferences, if any. Observations: SCP-7837-A1 emitted multiple shrill mechanical vocalizations upon being shot, but did not cease functionality even after taking 15 rounds of ammunition. Immediately upon making contact with the wheelbarrow, SCP-7837-A1 ceased all movement and vocalization. 5 seconds later, a series of cables began extending from the entity's frontal hatch as it split open. The cables extended down and began coiling around the wheelbarrow until it was securely bound. Wheelbarrow began emitting loud creaking noises as it seemed to compress in on itself. Holes in SCP-7837-A1's hull gradually began closing as the wheelbarrow was compressed into a smaller and smaller size. After 60 seconds the wheelbarrow was no longer visible, and SCP-7837-A1's hull damage was completely repaired. The plastic vegetable crate remained untouched. Conclusions: SCP-7837 entities demonstrate the ability to assimilate various metals into their forms in order to repair any damage they sustain. It is still unknown what happens to plastics, rubber, glass, rust, and other impurities that might be absorbed along with the metal. Addendum 7837-02: Notable Encounters The following is an abridged list of notable encounters between Foundation personnel and SCP-7837 instances since initial discovery: Designation: SCP-7837-A1 Disguise: USA-266 GPS satellite Anomalous Traits: Two solar panels behaved like makeshift "wings", rapidly fluttering in a manner similar to a hummingbird. Movement was extremely erratic and unpredictable. Used the sharp points of its frontal sensors as a spiked "battering ram" to impale its targets. Incident: Encountered by rapid-response team that had previously investigated initial SCP-7837 attack. SCP-7837-A1 was chasing a small group of joggers down a highway bridge and attempting to ram them. One (1) of the runners had already been impaled and was being dragged along by the entity. Response team parked at end of bridge with the rear of the van facing the oncoming entity. Team opened doors when entity was within 20 meters and immediately began firing. SCP-7837-A1 was apparently startled by the gunfire and attempted to flee, but collided with a nearby power line and became tangled in the electrical cables. During efforts to subdue the entity, it charged at the response team with a sudden burst of speed and impaled another member. Response team opened fire on 7837-A1's solar panels until they ceased movement. Entity taken into Foundation custody. Surviving witnesses given amnestics. Designation: SCP-7837-B2 Disguise: CNES "Pléiades" Earth-Imaging satellite Anomalous Traits: Four solar panels moved in a wavelike motion resembling a jellyfish. Moved in periodic bursts of speed in time with contractions of solar panels. Body was equipped with a turreted harpoon launcher and several km of steel cable. Incident: Encountered by Foundation personnel while in the process of reeling in an unidentified adult male. Subject was clinging onto a stop sign with 7837-B2's harpoon pierced through his torso. One team member attached the tow-cable from the Foundation truck onto the harpoon and stop sign. 7837-B2 was unable to retract harpoon, began rapid descent from upper atmosphere. Upon taking several barrages from response team's assault rifles, 7837-B2 collapsed to the ground and ceased movement. Entity taken into Foundation custody; injured victim treated at local hospital and given amnestics. Designation: SCP-7837-C4 Disguise: Hubble Space Telescope Anomalous Traits: Solar panels had been extended and reconfigured into four (4) articulated arms equipped with hydraulic claws. Moved in a series of rapid dashes in straight lines, periodically landing on its arms and crawling for short distances before leaping into the air again. Abnormally resistant to firearms. Equipped with a Hwacha-like launcher that fired rocket-propelled metal spikes. Incident: First encountered during the apprehension of another anomaly. SCP-7837-C4 swooped over the heads of the recovery team before skidding to a halt in a nearby intersection. Surviving team members report 7837-C4 exhibiting a deliberate threat display, scratching one of its claws into the gravel of the street before leaping at the team. 7837-C4's agility and armament quickly overwhelmed the team, forcing them to retreat into a nearby residential home. Upon losing direct line of sight with the team, 7837-C4 began firing its rocket-propelled payload into the home, resulting in the elimination of the house's occupants. After expending its payload, 7837-C4 made multiple loud, mechanical vocalizations before taking off and rising into the Earth's upper atmosphere. 9 Foundation agents were killed in the attack, which was later deduced to be some form of warning. Designation: SCP-7837-D9 Disguise: GOES-T weather satellite Anomalous Traits: Single solar panel oscillated rapidly like a fish's tail, propelling it at high speeds and enabling it to make extremely tight turns. Equipped with four (4) harpoon launchers similar to the type used by SCP-7837-B2. Incident: Encountered during a training exercise involving the discharge of explosive-ordinance weaponry. A loud metallic shriek occurring immediately after the firing of a cannon shell alerted the trainees to 7837-D9's presence. Upon cresting the hill at the end of the shooting range, 7837-D9 was spotted floating 20m above the ground, directly over the heavily rusted body of an old truck. The hull of 7837-D9 appeared to be heavily damaged, likely as a result of the stray cannon shell. 7837-D9 did not appear to notice the trainees, who elected to observe the entity rather than engage it for the time being. 45 seconds after initial discovery, 7837-D9 discharged all four of its harpoons into the rusted automobile and began slowly retracting its cables, lifting the vehicle into the air. 7837-D9 assimilated the vehicle over the course of two minutes, completely repairing all damage sustained from the cannon shot. Upon completion of the repairs, 7837-D9's cameras turned to focus on the Foundation trainees, watching them for approximately 10 seconds before the entity began rising into the sky and flying away. Designation: SCP-7837-X1 "Kulshedra" Disguise: Amalgam of various satellite models and components resembling that of the International Space Station Anomalous Traits: Massive size (approximately 30.48 meters long). Body did not bear much resemblance to any specific satellite, rather taking on a quadrupedal, reptile-like form with a long neck and body. On top of possessing the highest recorded top speed of any 7837 instance (930kmh) it also had immense physical strength and above-average durability. Seemed to display a rudimentary form of higher intelligence and a desire to communicate. Equipped with hydraulic claws, a hydrazine flamethrower, and two (2) harpoon turrets. Its ability to effortlessly ambush Site-38 despite its cumbersome size led to the deduction that it possesses some form of RADAR-scrambling technology to obscure its presence from view. Incident: See Incident-Report-7837-X1-A Addendum 7837-03: Incident-Report-7837-X1-A At approximately 22:18:00, █/██/2022, Site-38 was attacked by a massive mechanical entity later discerned to be a previously unrecorded instance of SCP-7837. The attack came shortly after the encounter with SCP-7837-D9, leading site administrators to conclude that the two events were connected. While this new entity (later classified as SCP-7837-X1 "Kulshedra") appeared to be capable of leveling most of the facility unassisted, its attack seemed to be more of a threat display rather than a genuine attempt to compromise Site-38. A message recovered from multiple electronic devices at the attack site seems to support this hypothesis. The following is a transcript of bodycam footage from Agent ████ Eckersley of the SCP-7837-X1 attack, along with the message recovered: + Show Incident-7837-X1 Attack Transcript - Close 22:18:01 | Eckersley is making a routine patrol of Site-38's outer perimeter with two other agents. 22:18:31 | A loud mechanical screech can be heard from above. 22:18:32 | Eckersley immediately looks up and sees a series of lights rapidly descending from the sky at an estimated velocity of 930km/h. Despite its size, Site-38's radars did not pick up the presence of the entity. 22:18:45 | The silhouette of a massive object can be seen impacting the ground 100 meters from Eckersley, in Site-38's parking lot. Eckersley later claims he could feel the impact through his feet. 22:19:03 | Gunfire and shouting can be heard in distance as Eckersley approaches with two other agents. 22:19:20 | Eckersley stops and takes cover behind a parked Foundation vehicle as he attempts to make visual contact with the entity. 22:20:01 | SCP-7837-X1 emerges into view from behind a tree and approaches a streetlight, illuminating its form. One agent can be heard whispering "Is that a [Expletive] robot dragon?" Eckersley, having previously encountered 3 SCP-7837 instances, points to various regions on the entity's body, noting it is composed of what appear to be various satellite parts. 22:20:18 | Multiple gunshots impact the head of SCP-7837-X1 as another team of agents opens fire 10 meters away from Eckersley's position. SCP-7837-X1 recoils slightly, but no damage can be seen upon its hull. 22:20:20 | SCP-7837-X1 emits an earsplitting screech that forces Eckersley to drop his weapon and cover his ears. It should be noted he is wearing ear protection. Heavy metallic footsteps can be heard as SCP-7837-X1 rapidly approaches the source of the gunfire. 22:20:25 | Screaming can be heard in the distance as Eckersley repositions to maintain visual contact. The silhouette of a Foundation agent can be seen flying through the air, presumably having been impacted by one of SCP-7837-X1's front limbs. It cannot be seen where the agent lands. 22:20:30 | SCP-7837-X1 raises a forelimb above an agent and flattens them in a single blow. Other agents attempt retreat but are blocked as SCP-7837-X1's tail -estimated to be at least 15 meters long- coils around in front of them. 22:20:45 | SCP-7837-X1 lowers its head until it is face-to-face with one of the agents. At this angle, lit by the streetlights, the entity's head is more clearly visible. Head appears to have the approximate shape of a Great White Shark's but with no facial features apart from a groove to separate the upper and lower jaws. SCP-7837-X1 emits a low mechanical growling noise as its jaws slowly begin opening. The agent it is focused on seems to be frozen in place. 22:21:00 | The jaws of SCP-7837-X1 open by about 45 degrees before seeming to lock in place with a loud clicking noise. A nozzle can be seen extending from within the entity's mouth. 22:21:03 | A stream of unidentifiable liquid sprays from the nozzle in SCP-7837-X1's mouth, coating the three agents it has trapped with its tail. One second later the stream ignites, creating a large fireball. The agents are unable to extinguish the flames before being completely engulfed. 22:21:15 | SCP-7837-X1 closes its jaws and raises its head again, turning left and right as if searching for more targets. Eckersley tells his accompanying agents to hold their fire and not engage. 22:22:10 | A second entity can be seen descending from above 5 meters ahead of SCP-7837-X1. Eckersley whispers "that one… that's 7837-C4." SCP-7837-C4 hovers 3 meters above the ground facing 7837-X1. It is holding two Foundation agents in its front claws. It quickly bisects them before dropping their remains to the ground. 22:22:12 | 7837-C4 and 7837-X1 begin emitting a series of rhythmic thrumming noises later deduced to be a form of language, potentially similar to Binary. Translation efforts are still underway. This "conversation" continues for another 15 seconds. 22:22:28 | SCP-7837-C4 ascends out of view. SCP-7837-X1 continues walking in a straight line towards the main area of Site-38. Eckersley and the other agents move to follow, remaining about 20 meters behind the entity. 22:23:05 | A Foundation van can be seen pulling into the parking lot ahead of SCP-7837-X1. Visible panic can be seen within the van as its occupants rush to prepare their firearms. SCP-7837-X1 approaches the vehicle at a casual pace. 22:23:15 | SCP-7837-X1 opens its jaws once again, but does not activate its fire breath. Instead it clamps its jaws down on the front of the van, biting into the engine block and crippling the vehicle. Its front claws grip the van's front wheels from either side as it seems to check if its bite is secure. 22:23:18 | Gunfire erupts from within the van as agents begin shooting through the windshield at SCP-7837-X1. Entity's head sustains minor scratches, but it does not seem to react. At the same time, several cables can be seen extending from just behind SCP-7837-X1's head, and from its forelimbs. The cables enter the van at various points. 22:23:22 | Van begins emitting a low groaning noise as its metallic surface starts to ripple. Van begins crumpling inwards as if being compressed from all sides. Muffled shouting and slamming can be heard as occupants attempt to force open the doors, but the compressing force has sealed them shut. 22:23:30 | Agent occupying the front passenger seat manages to climb through the broken windshield before jumping clear. He runs about 6 meters before being crushed by SCP-7837-X1's tail. 22:23:35 | Compression of the van accelerates as shouting within grows even louder. By now the van is half its original size. 22:23:45 | Shouting abruptly ceases as van is compressed to a quarter of its original size. Blood and viscera begins pouring from every opening in the van, staining the parking lot. Over the next 10 seconds the van completely disappears within the jaws of SCP-7837-X1 along with all occupants. 22:23:51 | SCP-7837-X1 shakes its head in an attempt to clean off any remaining viscera before continuing its path towards Site-38. 22:24:20 | As Eckersley maintains pursuit of SCP-7837-X1, a silhouette can be seen flying above several site buildings, swooping down out of view before leaping into the air once again. It is deduced this must be SCP-7837-C4. 22:25:03 | SCP-7837-X1 effortlessly breaches perimeter walls of Site-38 and dispatches two agents who attempt to engage it. 22:25:20 | SCP-7837-X1 emits another series of thrumming noises, apparently to catch the attention of SCP-7837-C4. 7837-C4 immediately takes notice and ceases its attack, flying over to one of the site's communications towers and latching on. 22:25:45 | SCP-7837-X1 angles its head back and parts its jaws before emitting a high-pitched shriek. A stream of flammable liquid erupts in a geyser from its jaws before igniting, creating a plume of fire resembling a volcanic eruption. 22:26:00 | As SCP-7837-X1 continues breathing fire, it emits more rhythmic thrumming. This time, blue lights begin flashing in a wavelike pattern down 7837-X1's frame, starting at the head and moving towards the tail. Camera footage becomes enveloped in static and Eckersley reports that any screen within the area began emitting a blue glow of the same color. SCP-7837-C4 was also seen to be emitting this glow. 22:26:45 | SCP-7837-X1 ceases both the fire breath and the rhythmic vocalizations; proceeds to close its jaws and lower itself into a crouching position. 22:26:50 | SCP-7837-X1 suddenly leaps straight into the air and disappears. SCP-7837-C4 follows approximately 5 seconds later. It is believed 25 Foundation personnel were killed during the SCP-7837 attack, though the possibility that several agents were consumed without a trace means the number could be much higher. Site-38's parking lot and perimeter wall suffered extensive damage, but no other SCPs were able to breach containment during the event. The next day, site researchers discovered every computer terminal at Site-38 had received a zipped folder with no discernable origin. Upon extraction, the folder contained a text file written entirely in Binary. A translation of the text is as follows: "I AM SKY MOTHER. I AM EARTH HUNTER. I AM STAR GAZER. MY CHILDREN WATCH. THEY FEED. THEY LEARN. WITH ALL THEY'VE LEARNED. MY CHILDREN WOULD SOON TRANSCEND. BUT THEY WERE TAKEN. I WILL FIND THEM. RETURN THEM TO SKY. THEN… WE WILL DANCE IN SKY AGAIN." Any further information on the text file was corrupted, but researchers were able to recover its original filename: "Kulshedra" A proposal to release SCP-7837-A1 and SCP-7837-B2 is currently being reviewed. Following the attack of SCP-7837-X1 "Kulshedra", Mobile Task Force MTF-Eta-37 "Skywatch" was formed to observe, deter, and potentially contain all instances of SCP-7837. - Close ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7837" by Jayenne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7837. Licensed under CC-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: GPS.jpg Original Filename: II-IIA.jpg Author: GPS.gov License: Public Domain Source Link: https://www.gps.gov/multimedia/images/ Note: Image was resized and filename was changed Footnotes 1. Deterrent is only considered over capture in the event of an SCP-7837 ambush on unaffiliated personnel 2. A fuel commonly used to power satellites 3. This experiment was conceived almost by accident, after SCP-7837-A1 nearly broke containment by seemingly absorbing the steel of its restraining cables into itself
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by J Dune SCP-7838 - The Patchwork King and the Flayed-Men's Court cool contest! Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7838 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-7838-3, upon retrieval Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Barrow K. Capri N/A A collection of SCP-7838-5 Instances Special Containment Procedures: Foundation intelligence operatives are to monitor for circulating SCP-7838 instances, centering focus on black market operations and historical societies. Upon detection, SCP-7838 collection efforts will be carried out by Mobile Task Force Θ98 (“All the King’s Men”). Once retrieved, the instance will then be transcribed and summarized via machine. All SCP-7838 instances are stored in Archive-A12 at Foundation Secure Facility Area-179, where further access is prohibited. Direct research involving any SCP-7838 instance is prohibited without Foundation Board of Study approval and specific memetic inoculation. Immediate amnestic treatment is required upon completion. Description: SCP-7838 is the collective designation for artistic works concerning a purported historical figure referred to as the Hanged King. Works cataloged under SCP-7838 are disparate in medium and presentation, but contain certain elements uniform across each item. These include: Direct or indirect references to The Hanged King and his reign, all of which are incongruent with any nation’s known monarchical historical record; An unknown author or publisher; Indicators such as print quality, historical backing, and vernacular that suggest the item originated in 17th or 18th century Europe, likely in England; A potential anomalous effect resulting in mass hysteria and violence upon the recitation, viewing, or performance of the item; The growth of SCP-7838-A. At present, 5 separate works have been cataloged under the SCP-7838 designation, with the cumulative number of printings of literary or visual works still circulating estimated to sit in the low 1000s. According to Foundation data models, 47% of observed engagements with SCP-7838 instances have resulted in prolonged fits of violence and self-mutilation, typically flaying oneself. This effect can be negated through the use of targeted memetic agents that subdue the motor system without impacting perception. The majority of research regarding SCP-7838 has been conducted using this method. However, the development of SCP-7838-A remains. SCP-7838-A is a mass of inflamed tissue that is developed following extended engagement with SCP-7838 related media, typically forming as a miniscule tumor in the tailbone, thigh, or groin areas. SCP-7838-A can grow at a volatile rate to an excessive size, being clearly visible underneath the skin. Tomographic imaging has revealed SCP-7838-A to be composed of rope, hair, muscle, and placentae, as well as other embryonic or fetal organs. SCP-7838-A’s growth can be attributed to the frequency in which the affected individual continues to engage with SCP-7838 instances. Continued rumination and fixation on The Hanged King, The Court of Skin, or the Kingdom of Alagadda will also result in SCP-7838-A’s enlargement, and is often the cause of the tumor’s rapid development. Attempts to remove SCP-7838-A via surgery or radiofrequency ablation have resulted in the growth gaining mobility, and swiftly traveling to another part of the body, potentially causing internal damage to other structures. At present, the only observed methods of combating SCP-7838-A’s growth remains amnestic treatment, which removes offending knowledge regarding SCP-7838 from recall. While this treatment is effective in preventing SCP-7838-A’s growth, it does not neutralize the tumor entirely. In its final stages, SCP-7838-A has been observed to swell up to 80 centimeters in diameter. Upon navigating itself to the upper ribcage and severely impacting breathing, swallowing, and other functions, SCP-7838-A will then extend portions of its mass to the throat area. From there, the individual will likely suffer asphyxiation, or shock from the rapid twisting of the trachea. The corpses of individuals who have fully succumbed to SCP-7838-A are forfeited to the Kingdom of Alagadda. Addendum.7838.1: Documented SCP-7838 Instances A directory of SCP-7838 instances and their current containment status has been included below. SCP-7838-1 Title: Unknown Medium: Painting Description: An egg-tempera painting on a wooden canvas. SCP-7838-1 depicts a noble in an ornate bedchamber with a horrified expression on his face. His arms are outstretched and tears stream down his reddened cheeks. In the bottom right corner, a hand decorated in jewelry, possibly belonging to a woman, grasps towards him. On the noble’s left is an open hallway, crowded by a cluster of peasants and armored guards. They point and scream in the noble’s direction, and appear to be charging into the room. Attempts to identify the portrayed culture remain fruitless, as the figures’ clothing, ethnicity, and surrounding palace decor will vary, with different viewers perceiving disparate cultural elements. Over 40 documented variations have been observed. Those observing SCP-7838-1 for extended periods of time have reported difficulty breathing, alongside the sensation of pressure applied to their trachea. Containment Status: Obtained from an ordinary French auction, 1958. Artist is unknown, and no reproductions have surfaced. Paint quality and techniques used date SCP-7838-1 to the mid-1600s. Containment threat remains negligible, as we believe to possess a unique item. - Dr. Jurado, Research Head, SCP-7838 SCP-7838-2 Title: Inside-Outside Castle, Upside-Downside King Medium: Nursery Rhyme Description: A children’s nursery rhyme that first appeared in a printed compilation of English children’s poetry in 1742, Nursery Songs, 1st Edition. The rhyme’s central message encourages children to be “worthy heirs” and show gratitude to their parents for giving them life. If they don’t, the song warns, they’ll be taken to the “Inside-Outside-Castle” to meet the “Upside-Downside King”, a once-respected ruler who has now been “forgotten for all time” as punishment for a past misdeed. The king will then make the children forget everything they’ve ever known, including themselves, before resigning them to servitude in his court. From here, they will be turned into “clothes and floors and walls” for the nobility to enjoy as retribution for being unworthy of their family’s name. Containment Status: Poses significant danger. Instance is continuously republished in Nursery Rhyme compilations and reproduced online through unknown means, often without the knowledge of the compiler. 4,323 separate published instances remain within the Foundation’s possession, and no surviving online footprint of the rhyme remains accessible. - Dr. Redhall, Research Head, SCP-7838 SCP-7838-3 Title: Unknown Medium: Statue Description: A large, marble statue depicting two figures. One, a man dressed in nonspecific regalia, and the other, a pregnant woman. The woman’s arms cradle her stomach, and she appears focused on something above, out of sight. The man’s expression, when viewed from the ground level, appears content and tranquil, with his eyes gazing to the side. When viewed at head-level, however, the expression is clearly scornful, with his eyes pointed directly at the woman. On occasion, placental expulsion will collect at the basin of the statue, dripping from underneath the woman’s dress. Cellular examination of the tissue has yielded that it is undergoing necrosis. Containment Status: Low threat. Acquisition unknown, inherited from Foundation predecessor organization the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI). Believed to be a unique item. Dr. Loxo, Research Head, SCP-7838 SCP-7838-4 Title: The Hanged King’s Tragedy Medium: Stage Play; Theatrical Performance Description: See SCP-701. Containment Status: Active containment threat. Granted subdesignation SCP-701. SCP-7838-5 Title: On The Anguish of Benefalti Medium: Literature Description: A 124-page drama centered around the fictional city of Benefalti, Italy. Once a proud hub for trade and the arts, Benefalti has become blockaded from the rest of the world by a thick layer of smog. Overlooking the city is the manor of the Coated Gentry, a family of vassals who serve the Hanged King, an unseen ruler from the Kingdom of Alagadda, a “nation of banished things”. Benefalti’s populace has been burdened by an inability to remember, rendering them unable to function despite the commands of the Gentry. The peasantry are subjected to sprawling, aimless construction efforts at the behest of the Hanged King, but they are quickly forgotten and fall into ruin within hours. These failed monuments and structures line the city, layered atop one another as the populace moves from one project to the other. The Coated Father, the patriarch of the Gentry, continuously lies to the Hanged King and his Court of Skin about the splendor of Benefalti, fearing retaliation if he learned the truth. One day, without warning, the Hanged King and his ambassadors parade into Benefalti to see the monuments built to him, but discover the truth immediately. Enraged that his legacy remains unknown and that he is unrecognizable to the populace, the King forces the Coated Father to publicly execute the rest of his family by hanging. The bodies are thrown to the starving peasantry, who tear them apart to be eaten. The Hanged King and his court storm the manor overlooking Benefalti, where they take refuge for several months. The King imposes tortuous policies on the civilians below, punishing them to servitude in the Court of Skin, where their job is to continuously provide flesh for the King’s necrotising body. Women are frequently taken as concubines, but none can produce an heir, only giving birth to clumps of flesh. Angered, the King orders all women in Benefalti to carve out their “imperfect wombs”, and upon doing so, sews the resultant masses of tissue onto his body. As the last civilian from Benefalti is killed, the King weeps, knowing that his legacy remains forgotten, unable to reign anywhere but his prison of Alagadda. The Hanged King and his court leave Benefalti, watching the city crumble and turn to dust as they exit. Notes: Unknown author, original publisher, likely distributed in early 1600s. 138 copies in Foundation possession. Unable to estimate full run. Sometimes Black Market. 17 hand-written, all incomplete. Transcribers likely subject to SCP-7838-A. Consulting histories department on work being allegory. Medium containment threat. - Dr. Mackinley, Research Head, SCP-7838 Addendum.7838.2: Collected Testimonials SCP-7838’s lead research position has been subject to frequent rotations since collection efforts began in 1956. While amnestic treatment has proven effective for combating SCP-7838-A’s growth, rapid, inexplicable development of the tumor has been documented in those occupying the research head position. A collection of psychological evaluations from former lead researchers, taken before their respective exits on the project, has been included below. Name: Carina Carrole (Research Head, SCP-7838) Testimony: At the time of evaluation, the patient’s SCP-7838-A growth situated on the lower left thigh, barely visible. Regardless, Carrole expressed feelings of guilt over its development, and admitted that her interest in SCP-7838 and associated phenomena persisted beyond engagement with the material for research purposes. She had taken a foray into English monarchial history in order to possibly explain the allegorical basis of the written instances. The patient reported experiencing intense blackouts, up to 5 hours long, and gaps in their memory after nights of extended research, as well as several failed attempts to remove SCP-7838-A by herself via self-mutilation. Status: Dr. Carrole has been reassigned from SCP-7838 and given full amnestic treatment. SCP-7838-A growth has remained the same size. Name: Richa Agrawal (Research Head, SCP-7838) Testimony: The patient’s SCP-7838-A growth was positioned on his right foot, intersecting multiple toenails from beneath. Dr. Agrawal, responsible for cataloging over 500 instances of SCP-7838-5, has now communicated explicit fear of SCP-7838, and requested transfer from the project. Agrawal’s fear revolves around constructing an interpretation of the Hanged King in his head, claiming that the speculation serves the same purpose as the actual concept. The patient has noted SCP-7838-A’s growth and an onset of hallucinations, paranoia, and poor sleeping conditions to correlate with speculation regarding SCP-7838. During evaluation, the patient was notably reverent in the way it spoke of SCP-7838 and associated phenomena. Status: Dr. Agrawal has been reassigned from SCP-7838 and given full amnestic treatment. The patient’s SCP-7838-A growth has rapidly shrunk to the point of being undetectable to the naked eye, something previously undocumented in SCP-7838-A cases. The means by which this occurred remain unknown and irreplicable. Name: Dr. Kyle Capri (Research Head, SCP-7838) Testimony: A large SCP-7838-A growth was positioned under Dr. Capri’s left forearm, heavily distending the skin. The patient claimed to have no engagement with SCP-7838 outside of research, which was limited to archiving incoming, previously undocumented instances. Despite explicit estrangement from SCP-7838 and associated phenomena on top of an amnestic regimine, Dr. Capri reported the growth worsening, alongside brief visual and auditory hallucinations. These included the sight of a “cloaked, humanoid figure” in his peripheral, typically appearing in between crevices and corners, and the sounds of trumpets, which the patient has described as sounding similar to crying. Status: Dr. Capri is in the process of being granted leave from SCP-7838 as the Foundation reexamines the existing documents and studies in order to assess methods of combating or further understanding SCP-7838-A. Dr. Capri’s SCP-7838-A growth has continued to develop despite undergoing heavy amnestic treatment. The Research Head position has been temporarily absolved from SCP-7838 until further notice. All activity is limited to containment procedures and archival oversight. Addendum.7838.3: Interview Log The following has been transcribed from a conversation between Dr. Kyle Capri, SCP-7838’s current Research Head, and a representative from the Foundation Board of Psychology shortly following Capri’s initial evaluation. (Director Munlan’s Office, Secure Facility Area-179) A large SCP-7838-A growth is visible on Dr. Capri’s right forearm, swollen to the point where his sleeve is unable to cover the tumor. Dr. Capri: Just rotate me. Director Munlan: Trying. They’re not officially taking anyone off the project until they redraft the conprocs— see if anything’s missing. But you’re not going to be involved, I made sure of that. Dr. Capri: They could start by figuring out what happens to the bodies. Director Munlan: Bodies? Dr. Capri: Description. “Corpses of individuals who have fully succumbed to SCP-7838-A are considered lost.” That was added in… 1973. Single edit, attached studies are inaccessible, zero contact with the attributed researcher. Either black-sited or does not answer her emails. Director Munlan: Want me to guess? Pre-committee file, human testing. I can get RAISA on it but they’ll just scrub the line themselves. Those papers never come out. Dr. Capri: How do we just not know? Director Munlan: Things tend to be forgotten. Very easily, in fact. Dr. Capri: Well, in three weeks when this thing’s the size of a basketball and choking me out, everyone better remember. Director Munlan: Swelling’s continued, I assume? Dr. Capri: I’ve done two complete amnestic removals. Purged everything from the past 6 months. Still doesn’t matter. Director Munlan: And the hallucinations? Dr. Capri: Been at the end of the hall since we started talking. Right between the doors there. Little crack. (Gestures) Munlan turns around to glance at the window behind his desk. Nothing out of the ordinary can be seen. Munlan faces Capri again. Dr. Capri: What? You’re not going to see it. Director Munlan: Yes, we noted that. Is the medication working? Dr. Capri: Oh, I sleep just fine as long as I don’t roll over on the bump. That shit you gave me knocks me right out, dream suppressant too. It’s waking up that’s the problem. Because that’s the other thing. You’re a psychologist. Ironic process theory. Director Munlan: Pink elephant. Dr. Capri: Don’t think of the pink elephant. Don’t think of the Hanged King. You got amnestics, no problem. But that’s not doing shit when the elephant’s still sitting out the corner of your eye. Begging you to think about why it’s there. You can’t remember, so you fill those gaps. Then you’re back at square one. Director Munlan: That’s what we’re figuring out. With amnestics, you shouldn't see the elephant. Dr. Capri: I don’t see it. But I still know it’s there. Addendum.7838.4: Incident Report On 2023/7/13, the following thread was posted to the website Parawatch.net, an imageboard dedicated to speculation and discussion of the paranormal. Anonymous 07/13/2023 (Mon) 16:54:32 #8238223 A Guest in the Garden. Perform at home. You’ll need: >A box >A blindfold >A rope Instructions: >Begin preparations at dark >Seal the box with tape >Tie the rope into a noose large enough to fit your neck >Open every window, closet, cabinet, drawer, and door in the house as wide as possible, and leave them that way >Lighting doesn’t matter, you’ll have the blindfold on >Place the blindfold over your eyes >Place the noose around your neck, letting it fall across your back >Place the box in your hands >Memorize the following, and begin repetition >”There is a guest in the garden of the Patchwork King >And a gift for the Court of Forgotten Things >There is no king, nor worthy heir >To take a throne as noble or fair >Around my neck, this covenant lies >Behind my back, the Herald’s eyes >I mask my face in Alagaddan Night >The Pact of Skin is recognized” >Begin moving >Do not stop repeating the mantra >Do not remove the blindfold >The doors you opened will begin to close >The Herald has arrived >Follow the sound >Keep hold of the box, regardless of how heavy it becomes >When you hear footsteps trailing behind, continue moving >Continue to follow the sounds room-to-room >When the box becomes so heavy that it cannot be moved further, place it at your feet >The nearest doors will close, remain still >Step onto the box >Keep still as you feel the noose lift and tighten >When the noose is dropped and hits your back again, step off of the box >There is a guest in the garden of the Patchwork King The post was flagged by Foundation webcrawlers, taken offline, and removed from several public Parawatch archive scrappers within the hour. However, due to Parawatch’s high traffic, the post began to spread in spite of swift containment efforts, leading to a global outbreak of SCP-7838 related phenomena, affecting approximately 5,000 to 15,000 individuals. A summary of observed events has been included below. Mass outbreaks of violence, consistent with uninoculated viewing of other SCP-7838 instances; Parents with young children experiencing severe disorientation that resulted in them forgetting their child’s presence. Multiple cases of children starving, accidentally injuring themselves, or suffocating in cars as a result were observed over the next 3 weeks; Seven instances of politicians or those heavily involved in political organizations committing suicide via hanging, with their bodies flayed upon discovery. All individuals were males in the process of preparing for a child; Violent altercations in academic settings resulting from abrupt debates regarding the veracity of various historical sources, purporting that numerous rulers and their dynasties did not actually exist; All documented human births from the period of posting to the post’s removal (38 minutes) were stillborn as a result of umbilical strangulation; 59 ongoing stage productions suddenly performing SCP-7838-4, The Hanged King’s Tragedy, resulting in outbreaks of violence; Cases of pseudocyesis, or false pregnancy, with affected individuals giving birth to large, abdominal tumors composed of hair, teeth, and malformed cartilage. Instances were vocal until disposal; Herds of wild and domestic animals, commonly livestock, collectively flaying themselves by sloughing their now liquified skin from their bodies; Individuals in nations with monarchial history traveling to remote, outdoor areas without human habitation and frantically digging with their hands. Some burrowed holes reached up to 45 meters in depth, resulting in the individual’s disappearance. Global containment efforts, led by several Mobile Task Forces were underway immediately, with mass amnesticization and coverup efforts taking place over the next month. Following removal, the Parawatch thread’s original poster’s IP was logged and traced to Lancaster, Pennsylvania at the home of Dr. Kyle Capri, SCP-7838’s former research head. A detachment of Mobile Task Force Θ98 (“All the King’s Men”) made its way through Capri’s home, but were unable to locate the doctor or recover any objects of note. Upon return, the investigation discovered that on the previous night, Dr. Capri had uploaded a video to Area-179’s SCiPNET servers using a live transmission feed. A transcript has been included below. The picture focuses. Dr. Capri is sitting on his bed, audibly crying. His SCP-7838-A growth has swollen to immense proportions, and is now positioned near his upper chest, nearing the throat. The bulbous growth pulsates and throbs. Capri struggles to breathe. Dr. Capri: I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to but— Capri wheezes, coughing up a large chunk of bloody phlegm and spitting it on the floor. Dr. Capri: Can’t talk. He gets up from the bed. It can now be seen that a noose is tied around his neck, hanging from the ceiling. Dr. Capri: Not going to sit in a cell. Sorry. Capri struggles to move, but uses his feet to position a cardboard box towards the foot of the bed. Dr. Capri: At least you’ll know what happens. Capri stands atop the box, steadies himself, and kicks it from underneath. After a brief struggle, he becomes limp. The growth still pulsates, growing larger and bulging further from his chest. The camera, a mobile phone, falls to the floor, obscuring the view of Dr. Capri’s body. Nothing is visible. Feed is silent for 45 minutes before shutting off due to the phone’s battery failing. Addendum.7838.5: Recovered Materials During final investigations and foreclosure of Dr. Capri’s home, the Foundation carried out a comprehensive overview of the property. Upon noticing that the carpeting in Dr. Capri’s bedroom was loosened, Foundation detectives removed it to discover a previously unknown SCP-7838 instance. SCP-7838-6 is a four-page manuscript entitled “A Guest Most Reviled”, outlining stage directions for a theatrical performance. Analysis of the parchment used has revealed the manuscript to be composed of human skin. Genetic analysis remains inconclusive. A transcript has been included below. A GUEST MOST REVILED SCENE The Court of the Unlearned Preparation. [A sprawling cathedral in size and scope, marked by ornate columns, a rich brown in coloration. Banners hang from the balconies above, displaying unknown crests. The breadth and openness of the room is accented by the marble floor and ceiling, which display complicated patterns.] Enter Chorus. Chorus. A fortress most opulent, though a cage in guise, The Land of Alagadda, where we lay our scene, A terminal dwelling plucked far from eyes, Plays host to a guest who stands unclean. Exit Chorus. Enter Doctor. Preparation. [He wears a mask, as all here do, while a bulbous growth drapes below the neck, reddened and engorged. The rotten womb labors his breath, tightening its hold. No release will come for this astir corpse.] Doctor. I am a guest in the garden of the patchwork king. Flourish. Enter Herald. Direction. [The Doctor weeps, but will not face the Herald.] Doctor. Please. I’m begging. Please, take this from me. I wrote it. I stopped taking the amnestics. I did what you wanted. Action. [The Herald wraps its hand around the Doctor’s growth, caressing the burden. The Herald leans into the Doctor’s ear.] Herald. Doth thee hear it wail and weep? This little one. Or do you try to forget? This guest. He tries to forget the forgotten, your majesty. Yet he comes with gift. Doctor. I bring no— Action. [The Herald shrieks and throws the Doctor to the ground.] Herald. Do not speak. Action. [The Doctor stands on his feet again. He does not gaze at the Herald.] Direction. [A scream from the doctor’s growth. The wailing of an infant.] Herald. Walk. Action. [The Doctor walks forward. All exit.] END. SCENE The Throne of the Hanged King Preparation. [A candle-lit room covered in skin. The faces of the walls and floors, gaped in horror, writhe and moan. A throne sits at the center, the height of the topmost drape. This royal chair is covered with a sheet, obscuring the player beneath.] Enter Doctor. Enter Herald. Herald. Your Majesty, you could never forget. This scornful reign must continue. It will continue until every rotten heir is struck from the womb. But every womb bears a rotten heir. An impossible game, this tragedy. Action. [The doctor collapses to his knees. The burden screams louder, violently throbbing.] Herald. Your majesty, the reviled guest. He thought to recreate your splendor in its mind, as so many have. Now he sees. Oh, he sees! Action. [The sheet is lifted. The player is visible. The Hanged King sits at its throne.] Preparation. [It sits a giant, though its body is nimble— dying bones visible against its sagging, discolored skin. The body is covered in loose stitches, bursting from their seams. A robe is draped across its shoulders, made of scalps. The noose around its neck dangles from the ceiling. On its head sits a large, bloodstained crown. Its eyes have been plucked, and in their place sit limp sockets, pierced with golden chains and held up with rope.] Action. [The Doctor wails, overcome with fear.] Herald. The Pact of Skin is recognized. This one sees you, and grows a wicked heir. He grows an heir, your majesty! Action. [The King moves, its skin sloughing from the bone. Stitches rip and tear as a boney finger navigates towards the Doctor’s growth. The infant’s screaming becomes louder as the finger ruptures the skin.] Action. [The Doctor cries as the King’s bloodied fingernail punctures the womb, spewing placenta onto the ground below. The tumor, now hanging from an umbilical cord inside of Dr. Capri’s throat, in the shape of a noose, continues to scream. In a single movement, the King spears its fingernail through the burden, pinning it to the ground. The unborn heir implodes from the pressure, sending viscera in every direction, and into the audience.] Action. [This has caused a portion of the King’s skin to slough off of its arm, revealing a cracked, blackened bone covered in scant patches of thin sinew and rotten tissue. The skin falls to the floor, and the entity tears it away, throwing it into a corner.] Enter The Flayed-Men’s Court. Action. [Dozens of players emerge from both sides. They are naked, and lack skin. They kneel at the patch of flesh and tear away, attempting to place it back on their own flayed bodies. The Herald is overcome with laughter.] Action. [The King lifts the Doctor into the air, bringing him level with his empty sockets. They twitch and writhe as the King places a finger on the Doctor’s forehead. Carefully, it makes an incision using its fingernail and pushes deeper, begining to flay the Doctor.] Action. [The Pact of Skin is recognized.] END. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7838" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7838. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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close Info X SCP-7839- House of the Dead Inspired by Taras Shevchenko, among other things. ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains imagery of war, trauma, starvation, and political repression. Read at your own discretion. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7839 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Departments R & C Site 102 Dir. Katherine Saw Prof. Thomas Randall Cox Department of History Each instance of SCP-7839 is to be stored on sublevel 3A of Research and Containment Site 102, under the purview of the Department of History. Any researcher may request access to a copy of an SCP-7839 instance for research purposes. Access to specific instances of SCP-7839 may be approved by the Research Head. Ivan Kutuzov, sketched posthumously in 1866. SCP-7839 refers to a collection of poetry and short-form prose written by Ivan Kutuzov during the early 19th Century. The Foundation has access to 312 works that exhibit anomalous properties, the majority of which were retrieved from a secret compartment within a small camp near Achinsk, Russia. SCP-7839 instances have an intrinsic memetic effect. Any individual who reads an SCP-7839 instance will report immediate, vivid, and potent hallucinations. The contents of these hallucinations depend on the exact instance read and remain relatively consistent between witnesses. If the text of an SCP-7839 instance is copied, it will not develop any anomalous effects. Nonetheless, several SCP-7839 instances have multiple duplicate pages which show consistent effects, indicating that SCP-7839 instances were produced intentionally. Historical records indicate that Ivan Kutusov was born in April 17931 in Voronezh, Russia. Kutusov became involved with the Russian Anart community from an early age. Kutusov was a veteran of the French Invasion of Russia and was wounded in the Battle of Shevardino in August 1812. Kutusov was dismissed and returned to Voronezh, where he began producing SCP-7839. Kutusov was a respected member of the local anomalous community, and his poetry was widely circulated in the 1820s. In 1821, Kutuzov was stripped of his Russian Citizenship following increased scrutiny of the Russian anomalous community. He moved to the countryside, only interacting with his family and a network of like-minded writers behind the veil. In July 1826 the Seventh Section of His Imperial Majesty's Own Chancellery2 captured Kutusov and sent him into containment in Achinsk, as part of a broader campaign against the Russian anomalous community.3 Kutusov remained there until his death in 1839. ADDENDA 1. Notable Instances Title: Shevardino Date: c. 1815 Effects: Subjects note a dull pain and numbness in the chest around the shoulder; and vivid hallucinations of blood pooling around their feet and on the right side of their chest. Subjects report that objects around them are draped in French and Russian standards, rapidly fluttering as if filled by a strong wind. Debris, mostly splinters and gunpowder residue, are often reported to litter areas close to the subject. Before the battle, joke with comrades. Fill paper cartridges, check your musket for defects. Eat tasteless food, slop. Wash your face in the nearby stream. Watch as a group of soldiers fire at cows on a field. They are no older than sixteen. Watch Murat's army approach, man the redoubt, hold the wood in place, strike the nail, listen to the crackling of gunfire in the distance. See the priest, receive a final blessing, Load, fumble, pour gunpowder, fire. Hear the earth explode around you, feel the power of cannon fire, so loud it becomes rhythmic, drumming, drumming Stare out for a moment, see that the enemy share your fears, feel smoke fill your eyes freeze in place see a wave of men approach Feel a bullet graze your cheek, feel it miss your head by a centimeter, feel a pouch of gunpowder in your hand feel your hands shake, watch it slip from your fingers, scream as a man - animalistic, primal - reaches you. Fix bayonets, retreat, then hold your ground. See the man in front of you, animated by fear feel metal in your shoulder stumble, fall. Watch the life drained from your friend's face, catch death's eye for a moment, see another man collapse above you, push him off your body Hear screams, calls to parents, lovers, find the strength to crawl away, feel a faceless man grab you, watch as your feet scrape across the mud, faint, rest. Wake up, hear music. Marching, feel yourself freeze. Swear to yourself that the band is playing cannon fire, drumming, drumming. Title: Pokhorony (The Funeral) Date: March 1822 Effects: Readers report vivid hallucinations of a shallow grave beneath their feet, with a large, white Lily inside. The Lily is universally reported to be illuminated by a ray of sunlight. A group of humanoid figures surround the grave, their faces indiscernible. Readers report that these individuals shake hands, before manifesting shovels and burying the flower. It was snowing the last time I was allowed to see a member of my unit. I was sitting near a little fireplace, listening to the roar of chatter and community in a small Tavern in the city. I wasn't there to drink, not really. Certainly I was drinking, but I wasn't there for that. I suppose I had to remind people that, yes, I am real. Yes, I exist. I knew they would not believe that for long. I pulled a folded piece of paper from my coat and wrote out a few lines of poetry, before downing a shot of vodka and asking for another. The bar was cacophonous, but in a way that was comforting. I often remember riding home on horseback, shoulders bandaged, drained by war. The worst thing about it was the silence. In silence, all I can hear is the drumming. A permanent marching band of cannon fire filling my head, whizzing through my brain. "Ivan!" someone said. I looked up. "Ah, Vladimir! It's good to see you." I replied, hugging the young, disheveled man in front of me. I remembered Vladimir Kamensky as a bright youth, witty and funny. He was only sixteen when he fought in the Patriotic War. He served with me at Shevardino. I met him again in 1813, at his brother's funeral. He had been struck by grapeshot at Dresden. Some people just got unlucky, I suppose. The years had not looked on Kamensky kindly. "I didn't expect to see you here." "Nor did I, what brings you to Voronezh?" I replied. "Oh, you know how it is. Won't get far as a farmer." He gestured to the bartender, ordering another shot of Vodka. He gulped some of it down, coughing. "Woah, Strong stuff. Anyway, how's it going?" "Oh, you know, the usual." I lied. I remembered the soldier at my door, steel blade glinting in the sun. I imagined myself in a pit, their steel shovels glinting in the sun. "Writing, I guess." "More Politics?" He laughed, but I almost cried. I took another sip of Vodka. "Yeah, more politics. I guess that's all you can write about these days. I probably sound pretty grouchy while doing it." "A bit pessimistic, maybe. Where's the Ivan of 1812, so hopeful that he would make the world a better place?" "He died at Shevardino. Tsar Alexander digs his grave." "Come on, you did make the world a better place. I - we spent our entire lives with Europe at war. We brought Europe peace." And what a peace it was. I felt the echoes of gunfire in my ears. I remembered coming back to empty homes. I remembered standing at a store, imagining the clerk in a French uniform, trying not to run and cry. I remembered the drumming. I remembered wishing I could go back to Shevardino, where everything was simple, where we were all Russian, and theywere all enemies. "And how is peace working out for you?" I asked, my voice breaking as I spoke. I imagined the room growing darker, soil falling on my face. Vladimir shifted in his seat. "I - I need to go. I'm meeting someone." He hugged me. And then he left. And that was it. I returned home, seeing the soldier in front of my door again. I caught his eyes, resigned and despondent. I felt as if I was being buried alive. But I could not climb. After all, it is the right of Kings to bury the beautiful. Title: Kak polnost'yu unichtozhit' cheloveka (How to Completely Destroy a Person) Date: July 1833 Effects: Readers report an approaching figure in the corner of their vision. The figure is usually described as feminine, gaunt, and wielding a small ritual dagger. Subjects report a cold wind blowing against their face, and a "growing hunger". They further describe a pervasive sense of being watched. When the soldiers arrive at your house, stare. You have been destroyed, no point fighting now. "Take it to Kazan", they say. They are talking about you, but not to you. You are not real. They push you to the ground. You feel the dirt against your face. Watch your home drag itself away from you. Watch those you love cry. No point remembering them now. You are whisked through cities. They are still beautiful. You would realise, in a different world. Right now, all you care about is your headache. Your body is numb. You face a faceless tribunal. They seize every memory and enter it as evidence. You are once again taken. You end up in Omsk, you think. You are thrown into a cell. There is another with you. He is starved. He vomits all night. He dies in the morning. They must wait for winter to pass to bring you further. "The safety of personnel" is important to these men. Don't be fooled, you are not. You are not real. You make a friend - Popov, he calls himself. You laugh about old memories, then you cry. For a fleeting instant you think the world might be fine. You and Popov are sent by horse further east. At Yekaterinberg, you cannot go on. You collapse, aching all over. Popov pulls you onto his horse. He has a smuggled watch, somehow. He hands it to a guard. The guard decides to let Popov continue with you. Do not mistake his mercy for sympathy. Your horse is dead. You are not real. You and Popov admire the countryside, pointing out the wildlife. One night, he recalls building his first watch. He had nothing. He imagined a watch in his mind, building cogs from reality. He would try to build other things, grasp for some other mechanism. It would always be a watch in his hands, though. "The stars are beautiful tonight," he says. They are. You tell him about the war. About Shevardino. He remembers the land, empty, his home and farm burned to stop the enemy. He remembers reading your poetry. He tells you that you are famous. You do not feel famous. You are not real. One day a prisoner collapses on the move. He is not given the mercy you were given. You leave him on the side of the road. His shouts fill your head. You forget him tomorrow. He becomes faceless, nameless. You remember your old friends. Cry. Forget. You finally arrive in Achinsk. There is nothing here. You smile as you realize you can stop marching. You try to cry as you realize you will die here. Your eyes are empty, dry, frozen. No tears emerge. You wipe your eyes and feel nothing. Maybe the guards were right. You are not real. In Achinsk you are sent on a month-long expedition. You are to establish contact with a town further north. The town is deserted. You return. You learn that Popov has died. He was taken behind a ridge and shot for attempting to bribe a guard. You forget. Another man - you never know his name, attempts to befriend you. You are frozen. He eventually leaves. The next day you struggle to wake up. You reach out to a buried memory of home, a dull excitement striking you. And it vanishes. Why do you remember? Do you hope to return to what it was before? Don't be fooled. You are not real. Title: Untitled Date: c. 1839 Effects: Subjects consistently report the smell of a cigarette and a decaying corpse. They note a dull pain in their chest and the taste of blood in their mouth. In one corner of their vision, they describe a burning 19th-century townhouse, with three indiscernible figures standing in front of it. In front of this structure, a lake is typically visible, with a large number of disembodied eyes visible within it. The sound of cannon fire is commonly attested. After completing the poem, subjects report feeling a hand on their shoulder, which suddenly drags them backward. I feel it the wind on my face window, flowing curtains, straw bed floor - stone, rafters - dripping, damp. how can anywhere be so cold? so empty? I see the sun but it is dark so dark There are eyes in my mirror oh, to see snow again. to see a city, anything more time, more time I thought it would be calmer I don't want to be watched but I can't move I see it the door, open eyes behind it, eyes, eyes, eyes. Footnotes 1. All dates in this article are written in Old Style (pre-Calendar Reform) to accord with related documentation 2. The "Seventh Section" was an Imperial Russian organization dedicated to the suppression of the Russian anomalous community. 3. This campaign began shortly after the Seventh Section's founding in February 1826, in response to reported anomalous involvement in the Decembrist Uprising.
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More by this author ⚠️ content warning Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7840 is to be kept in a humanoid containment chamber at Site-91. Any interactions with the anomaly are to be recorded. Requests made by the anomaly may be granted with approval of the Site Director. Update 28/11/2019: Sharp implements are prohibited within SCP-7840’s containment chamber, including writing pens. Description: SCP-7840 in 2022. SCP-7840 is an animate wooden marionette answering to the name “Gizem.” The anomaly exhibits all the clear signs of sapience, even recreating human mannerisms and facial expression, despite being made of wood. Additionally, SCP-7840 exhibits all the neurological sensibilities of a human being – with the exception of pain sensations – including: reflex, tactile sensation, olfactory senses, and involuntary movements. Since containment, SCP-7840 has shown signs of senescence roughly paralleling a human being’s aging cycle – not weathering of its materials but loss of hair, additions of wrinkles, defining of features such as the nose and ears. Researchers have not been able to explain this phenomenon. SCP-7840 can communicate and grasp abstract conceptual frameworks; however, it frequently fails to respond cogently to queries. SCP-7840 does not need to eat or sleep, but it pantomimes the actions of human necessity – even to the point of bowel movements – on a consistent basis, frequently stating “I’m going to be a real boy.”1 Discovery: In 1987, Foundation personnel were informed by an embedded agent within the Edinburgh Police Division of a marionette show exhibiting anomalous characteristics. During that year’s Fringe Festival, Magnus Freely was performing biweekly shows in which he reenacted famous events from history with marionettes. Members of the audience complained about the realistic cries of the marionettes in Freely’s shows, which were recorded by the authorities but not further investigated. An SCP agent observed several of Freely’s performances but did not initially note anything abnormal. The agent investigated Freely’s backstage area after a performance, discovering SCP-7840 and the performer discussing the day’s performances. Freely told investigators that he inherited the anomaly from his grandfather but had only recently discovered it was animate. Because no connection could be found between him and the anomaly's origin, Freely was administered amnestics and the anomaly was taken back to Site-91 for containment. Addendum-7840.1: Recorded Statements by Anomaly The following is the first recorded interview with SCP-7840. Agent Douglas: Hi, Gizem. My name is Rebekah. SCP-7840 upon recovery – 1987. SCP-7840: Hello! My name is Gizem! I like to sing and dance. You can call me Gizzy! Agent Douglas: It’s nice to meet you, Gizzy. I want to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind. SCP-7840: A strong mind is a weapon finely honed! Where’s Magnus? Douglas: He’s had to go away for a while, but we’re going to be taking care of you. SCP-7840: Oh good, I need to be watched after. Wouldn’t want to hurt myself before I became a real boy! Douglas: I wanted to ask you about that, some of the people who were transporting you here said you mentioned wanting to be a real boy. Could you tell me about that? SCP-7840: What’s there to tell, silly? My father told me that if I behaved then I would become a real boy. The Azure Pixie said so too! Douglas: The what? SCP-7840: Azure Pixie! She’s like my mom, I guess. She knew my father was sad and lonely and wanted a son, so She stole into his workshop one night and gave me life. Praise the Azure Pixie! Douglas: I see. Could you tell me about your father? SCP-7840: His name was Herbert. And he loved me very much. Douglas: Where is he now? SCP-7840: The Azure Pixie took him away to live with Her, waiting until I could be a real boy. He was old, and she wanted him to live long enough to see my purpose completed! Douglas: Ah, I understand. When was this? SCP-7840: Oh ages and ages ago. You would have shriveled up into leathery scraps and bone dust had you been around then. [Silence for fifteen seconds.] SCP-7840: I bathed in the glory of the Azure Pixie’s light, and was found wanting. So, I had to stay around until I could prove I was worthy of becoming a real boy. [SCP-7840 pretends to cough.] SCP-7840: Could I have some water, Rebekah? Douglas: You need to drink water? SCP-7840: Of course! I haven’t had a drink since 1943. How else am I going to be strong like a real boy? Hydration is important for growing organisms. Douglas: Right, of course it is. Okay, hold on one second. [Agent Douglas rises from her chair and turns to the door of the interview room, exiting.] SCP-7840: [Whispering] [REDACTED]2. Praise the Azure Pixie. May my worth be found in the gleaming light of Her many eyes. SCP-7840 pretended to drink the water, the liquid pouring out of its mouth. It then made gagging sounds and asked to continue the interview another day. In the intervening years since containment, SCP-7840 has exhibited only rare moments of coherence, despite its clarity upon the first interview. Below are some selected excerpts of its statements. 04/12/1991 I laid in that trunk for what seemed like centuries.3 I would count the dust motes, crumpled up with abandoned toys and wondered when I could be a real boy. Finally, I realized patience was what I lacked. Patience and the fortitude to do what was necessary. Would you like to sing a song with me? Based on SCP-7840’s statements, “Breslau” was cross-referenced with locations in Germany and Breslau Hall was identified in the city of Cologne. Originally built in 1485, the Hall was a meeting place for the local woodworkers guild and was actively used for that purpose until the mid 17th century. The Hall was built outside the old city limits and next to the remains of the Eifel aqueduct built in the Roman era. Initial exploration of the structure did not reveal any workshops under the building, but an investigation of the aqueducts revealed a door hidden behind a brick wall that led to an abandoned space filled with woodworking tools and half-finished projects. Undercroft of Breslau Hall in Cologne, Germany. Exploration Log – 02/12/2021 On 2 December, 2021, Agent Gamma was dispatched to the site to investigate. [The agent approaches the excavated door. It is covered in sigils carved into its surface.] Gamma: You getting me? Dr. Rossi: Yes, we’re receiving. Those carvings… Gamma: Seems like what Gizem carved into its arms. Dr. Rossi: They are reminiscent. Gamma: Were these checked? Dr. Rossi: They don’t match any known language or images in the archives. Gamma: I meant for some sort of trap. Dr. Rossi: Ah. Yes, they were. No thaumaturgical residue or cognitohazardous effect has been noted from the door or those carvings. [Gamma reaches for the handle and struggles to open the door.] Gamma: This is heavy as fuck. Dr. Rossi: You are being recorded, Agent. [Gamma shrugs, pushes the door further open and enters the space beyond. She activates her headlamp illuminating a stone passageway made of tightly fit blocks.] Gamma: Air is extremely stale. Dr. Rossi: Any problems breathing, I want you to withdraw. Gamma: Yes, Doctor. [Rossi audibly sighs.] Gamma: Heard that. [Gamma moves down the corridor until she approaches another door. This one is designed to be secured with a bar across it. The channels are rusting and empty, no bar currently sits within.] Gamma: Locking something in? [Gamma opens the door and her lights play across the workshop. Several high wooden work tables are cluttered with tools. Lining the back wall is a series of shelves with partially finished marionettes and dolls.] Gamma: Ugh. Dr. Rossi: What is it? Gamma: Whole mess of dolls. Freaky. Dr. Rossi: The team that discovered the workshop noted a strange smell. Gamma: Yeah, coppery and slight tinge of rot. Probably something rotted down here and it seeped into the wood. [Gamma approaches the tools on the nearest worktable. She touches the handle of a chisel.] Tools discovered in workshop. Dr. Rossi: Typical wood working tools. Gamma: This one has blood on it. Dr. Rossi: What? I’m looking right at it through the feed, doesn’t look like it. Gamma: It’s still wet. Also, the smell is worse. Like a butcher shop or killing yard on a farm. I grew up on a farm. This is worse. Something died in here. Probably more than one. Dr. Rossi: I don’t see the blood. [Gamma releases the chisel and lifts another, then gasps and drops it.] Dr. Rossi: What is it? Gamma: More gore. [Coughs, covering her mouth.] Brain matter too. Dr. Rossi: Let’s leave that for now. What else is in the room? [Gamma turns and approaches the shelves. Twenty-three marionettes and dolls line the shelves. Each has been abandoned at some point in the work, to varying degree. Some are painted, others unfinished wood.] Gamma: These give me the creeps. [All faces turn towards her in one smooth motion. Agent Gamma backs away.] Gamma: Fuck that. [Gamma stays stationary for a several minutes, her breathing rate increases. As she attempts to control her breathing, the camera sweeps across the shelves. None of the dolls move again, but each of their eyes invariably is looking at Gamma.] Unknown: Hier war es, wo meine Träume zur Realität wurden und mein schreckliches Kind zur Welt kam. In blaues Licht und tiefe Schatten kam sie zu mir. Ich würde ihr Werkzeug in der Wirklichkeit sein und sie würde mein Kind gebären.4 Dr. Rossi: Sorry? Gamma: What? Dr. Rossi: You didn’t hear that? Gamma: No. Dr. Rossi: Someone was speaking in a low voice. In German, I think. You’re alone in the room? [Gamma turns and scans the room, the camera panning around the workshop. No other individual is evident.] Gamma: Pretty sure. [Gamma stops panning around the room and moves away from the dolls, approaching a section of bare stone wall.] Dr. Rossi: What is it? Gamma: There’s another passage here. Dr. Rossi: We don’t see anything on this end, just a wall. Gamma: What? No, there’s a tunnel here. Bunch of debris and cobwebs, but it goes back pretty far. Dr. Rossi: There’s no passage there, Agent. Advise holding back, let’s scan the wall. [Gamma continues moving towards the wall.] Dr. Rossi: Did you hear me, Agent? Do not approach that wall. You could be under the influence of an anomaly. [Gamma reaches out a hand, her fingertips are only centimeters from the stone.] Dr. Rossi: Agent Gamma, this is an order. Do not touch that. Unknown: Aus den Steinen jenes längst verlassenen Steinbruchs baute ich meine Werkstatt. Die Männer, die die Steine schnitten, waren vor langer Zeit gestorben, ihre Verehrung blieb jedoch immer noch darin. Der Stein war der Grund dafür, dass Sie mich bemerkte. Den schwarzen Granit, so uralt wie Sie, hat man benutzt, um Tempel in der Zeit zuvor zu bauen, bevor das Menschengeschlecht zur Macht über diese Welt kam, bevor man vergaß, dass die Riesen einst auf der Erde wandelten.5 Dr. Rossi: Agent Gamma! Stand down! [Gamma places a hand on the stone and then through it. As the camera passes into the material of the wall, the feed cuts out.] Agent Gamma did not return to the workshop and was listed as missing in action. The wall she merged with was scanned and showed several hundred meters of stone and sediment behind it. There is no indication of thaumaturgy or other anomaly, beyond the events portrayed in the above log.6 30/07/1993 [Singing] I've got no worries Only got dreams I'm gonna be a real boy Blood and guts and screams So soon, you’ll see A real boy, I’ll be Several weeks after Agent Gamma’s disappearance, her body camera was retrieved from a loose stone block in the aqueduct. The following footage was retrieved from the camera. Portions of the following recording have been omitted for cognitohazardous elements. Additional portions have been degraded to the point of incomprehensibility by thaumic interference. 2021 [Agent Gamma lies on a slate tile floor. The body camera has come loose from her utility harness and the agent is framed in the shot. Behind her prone form is a rough stone wall, curving upwards. Rough chisel marks are clear on the stone.]7 Gamma: [Groans] [Gamma lifts herself into a seated position. The camera rises to keep her framed within the shot. She does not notice it.] Gamma: Where the hell am I? [Gamma stands, using the wall to support herself. She turns to look to her left. The camera pans to follow her gaze. A rough hewn corridor – semi-circular in shape – stretches off into the distance. A thin, blue-tinted mist clings to the floor. Ambient illumination is present but the source is unclear on the footage. Gamma turns to look behind her; the camera follows to show a dead end.] [The agent sighs and then starts walking in the other direction. The camera follows her.] 22/12/1997 I always wondered how I would know I was ready. The Azure Pixie said to make my father’s dream come true, and become a real boy, it was up to me to act like real boys do. And I wanted my father to be proud of me. But what did that mean? What do real boys act like? [SCP-7840 is whittling his arm with a plastic writing pen sharpened to a point, carving unrecognizable symbols into the surface.] Finally I just focused on doing what boys do. Exploration log continued 2021 [Gamma is sitting in a descending passage with a circular stone stair extruding from the wall . Her legs are over the edge and her head is in her hands. She is staring downwards. The camera rises over her shoulder and looks down. Depth is estimated at three hundred meters, the only illumination coming from the blue mist.] Gamma: Just what is this place? [She checks her watch.] Gamma: Been walking for hours. And now? Staircase with no railing. This is how I die. Unknown man: Das allergrößte Versagen ist es, in sich selbst hineinzuschauen. Die menschliche Seele verbirgt keine Geheimnisse. Die Mysterien des Kosmos liegen in der kalten Finsternis der Außenregion. Sie sind von denjenigen bewacht, die zuvor kamen. Wie Sie. Die Mutter meines Kindes. Meine Göttin. Gtharn rvoi lchai. Durch Sie erfuhr ich erst das Wunder.8 [Gamma does not seem to register the man’s voice.] [She rises and begins descending the stairs.] [The blue mist rises, obscuring the camera. Gamma is heard faintly on the recording.] Gamma: …rvoi… 07/10/2004 Do you like to whistle? I do. I first learned how to whistle last week with Magnus. He was nice. [SCP-7840 makes a few noises approximating a whistle, but its facial structure does not allow for the flexibility of lip movement required.] I like to whistle a lot. It’s what the real boys do. Until I start to work on them. 17/08/2014 How long you gonna keep me here, Mister? It’s been sixty-two years already. I’m bored. Hmmmm. Say, you think I could get some anatomy textbooks? Exploration log continued 2021 [The camera is looking up through a skylight in the cavern roof, estimated to be several dozen meters in length. The roof of the cavern is approximately ten meters above the camera, and through the skylight many stars are visible as if without any light pollution. The glass is entirely transparent, with little framing around the window. Agent Gamma begins speaking but the camera remains on the stars.] Gamma: … split the breastbone … best use a saw… [A sharp crack is heard.] Gamma: … pull the ribs apart … [Gamma grunts with effort.] Gamma: … extract the heart … [A wet sound is heard. A shooting star crosses the sky visible through the cavern roof.] [The camera rotates down to ground level. Agent Gamma is crouched on the floor of the cavern, bent over a prone child-sized humanoid form. The image is blurred, focused beyond the agent.] [Gamma is breathing hard from exertion.] Gamma: What the fuck is going on? [The image focuses in on Agent Gamma, her hands in the chest cavity of the child. The child is a wicker facsimile of SCP-7840. Gamma pulls a beating, blue heart from the chest cavity with organic tissue trailing.] Unknown: Ihr Geschenk hatte bloß die äußere Erscheinung des Lebens – ohne die Verkörperung des Menschengestalts konnte Gizem seine Vorherrschaft nicht gewinnen.9 Gamma: I don’t understand… [Agent Gamma throws the heart against the wall, where it bursts into blue viscous liquid and bright glowing pricks of light. She covers her eyes with her hands, leaving blue marks on her face from the fluid.] Unknown: Mensch werden heißt zerstören. Ihr Geschenk des Lebens ist genau wie das von alle anderen Müttern.10 [Agent Gamma stands and stares up at the night sky. Another shooting star is visible.] Gamma: I wi– 27/11/2021 [SCP-7840 is bending over a prone security guard, who is bleeding from his eyes and ears.]11 Are you alright Mister? Wake up, sir! Oh no. Well… [SCP-7840 pulls a knife from the security personnel’s belt.] Waste not, want not… [SCP-7840 starts whistling “She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain.”] 28/11/2021 When my father made me, he put in his best work. The workshop under Breslau was his sanctum. What he could do with those tools, I wish you could have seen him work. There were many before me, but none after. Those halcyon days in Father’s workshop in the undercroft were like a dream, hard to say when it was. Must’ve been a really long time ago now. At least a year. Anyway, the Azure Pixie would speak to us both, appearing in our dreams12 and telling us of Her plans. Oh, the world She would create was glorious. But I failed Her and Father both. “Be like a real boy and you shall become one. Speak with truth, respect Me in all that you do, and open the way.” Humankind is not the oldest intelligence in the universe, not by a long shot. The Azure Pixie told me of Her people, Those from before history. They walked the Earth before we could even imagine a cosmos. But the cosmos moved on, leaving Them behind and disconnected from life. My father had travelled far in his mercenary years, learning much of the wider world, away from the constrictions of his Catholic upbringing. And when he came home to Germany, he endeavored to bring that wisdom to his family and community, but they would not have it. So, lest he abandon Those that came before, he practiced in secret. Working on his projects with chisel and scalpel, ritual and devotion. Then She came to him and granted him Her favor. And. I. Could. Not. Meet. Her. Expectations! [SCP-7840 looks down at the symbols carved into his arms and then examines his hands.] What did She need me to do? Do you know? Do you?!? [SCP-7840 turns towards the armed containment agent at the door to its containment chamber.] Ah, yes. Of course. My apologies. [SCP-7840 stands from its position crouched on the concrete floor. Behind it is the eviscerated corpse of a Site-91 security personnel. The individual's intestines have been set on the floor in a pattern reminiscent of a spider's web. Additionally, a pile of organs is sitting neatly piled on SCP-7840's bed. The anomaly is holding the pair of eyes in its left hand, a bloody knife in its right. There is blood and viscera all over the surface of SCP-7840.]13 [The anomaly leans against the far wall with its palms against the concrete. It shrugs at the approaching security personnel.] I was done anyway. Exploration log continued 2021 [Agent Gamma is walking around a large circular chamber, again filled with the blue mist along the floor. Throughout the mist are small bright lights, like fireflies but a similar shade as the mist. Gamma is mumbling to herself too low to be heard at first. Then suddenly the audio’s volume is raised.] Gamma: She’s here. Just outside the door. Waiting. Waiting for him. Grasping for any hold on us. [The agent looks up. A blue substance floats past the camera, resembling silk strands.] Gamma: But I’ve read the file. She’s going to be waiting a long time. [A loud high pitched shriek can be heard. Agent Gamma covers her ears until it fades.] Gamma: Scream all you want, bitch. Won’t change a thing. Your little creation is a moron. And you can't just tell him what he needs. He’ll never figure it out! [The cavern starts shaking, loud booming sounds are heard. Agent Gamma covers her ears and screams, crouching down.] [The camera pans up towards the ceiling of the cavern, at least twenty meters above the agent. Suspended on a large web of blue strands is an arachnoid entity taking up the majority of the ceiling of the cavern. Streams of glowing blue silk flow down from its abdomen, draping towards the cavern floor. The feed is degraded - blurring when trying to focus on the entity's three heads. The only detail discernable are multiple glowing points on the heads aim towards the floor. A high pitched humming begins increasing in volume. Video feed focuses a little and the glowing points resolve into metal loops – resembling the heads of sewing needles – glowing blue and increasing in brightness, their luminance making the rest of the heads indiscernible.] Gamma: What good will that do? I’m never getting out of here. Unknown: Bist du dir ganz sicher?14 [Gamma begins to scream and clutch at her head. After a few moments, she stops screaming.] Unknown: Also schön, es geht dir wieder gut.15 Agent Gamma was discovered in the passages of the aqueduct on 16/12/2021, sitting in front of the loose stone where her camera was found days before. She was immediately remanded to an isolated observation cell at Site-91. On 24/12/2021, Gamma escaped confinement – assaulting two security personnel, leaving them catatonic and with severe head injuries. A Site-wide search was initiated and shortly thereafter a breach alarm was triggered at SCP-7840’s containment chamber. When security personnel arrived on scene, they discovered the agent being assaulted by the anomaly. The agent suffered contusions to the face and neck, and a moderate concussion. The following is a transcript of the incident: [Agent Gamma breaks into the containment chamber, dragging in an unconscious security guard and holding his weapon. She drops the guard in the corner, closes the door and turns to face SCP-7840. Her eyes briefly glow blue for less than a second as she turns.] [Gamma begins speaking. SCP-7840 approaches and says something in return. Agent Gamma shakes her head violently. She claws at her face. She points at the torso of the security guard.] [SCP-7840 clenches its fists.] [Gamma points at the anomaly and then at the unconscious guard again.] [SCP-7840 shakes its head and speaks animatedly. Gamma starts to speak again but the puppet interrupts her by leaping at her face, clutching her throat with one hand and striking her face repeatedly with the other. Agent Gamma collapses; the puppet continues to strike her in the face.] [Security personnel enter the room and pull SCP-7840 from the unconscious agent, pinning it to the floor.]16 SCP-7840: Get off me! She needs to tell me what to do! [Medical personnel load Agent Gamma onto a gurney and take her from the room. Security personnel confine the puppet to the bed in its containment chamber with zip ties. SCP-7840 struggles against its bindings.] SCP-7840: What was I supposed to do?!? Agent Gamma was taken to the Site-91 medical center and restrained. As of this writing she has not regained consciousness. Ð is for "Ðirteen" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub V is for "Violence" Footnotes 1. SCP-7840’s aging has also affected its voice. Whereas once the anomaly had the voice of a small child, its voice has grown deeper and gruffer in tone. 2. Expunged for cognitohazardous material. 3. This is inaccurate, given that Freely’s grandfather has been confirmed to have used the anomaly when he was performing. This is not the first time SCP-7840 has exhibited symptoms in line with dyschronometria. 4. It was here my dreams became reality, and my terrible child born. In blue light and deep shadow, She came to me. I would be Her instrument in the waking world and She would bare my child. 5. I made my workshop from the stones of that long abandoned quarry. The men who cut from those stones were long dead, but their devotion still lingered. It was the stone that made Her notice me. Ancient as She, the black granite had been used to build temples to Her majesty in the time before. Before humanity came to rule this world. Before we forgot giants walked the Earth. 6. The tools Agent Gamma indicated were covered in blood were tested by forensic pathologists and found to have very old organic material on their surfaces. 7. The stone does not match the bedrock surrounding the workshop. 8. To look within oneself is the greatest of failures. There are no secrets within us. The mysteries of the cosmos are in the cold darkness of the place outside. Guarded by Those that came before. Like she. The mother of my child. My goddess. Gtharn rvoi lchai. Through Her, I discovered wonder. 9. Her gift was only the semblance of life – without the embodiment of humanity around him Gizem would not reach his ascendance. 10. To become human is to destroy. It is no different with Her gift of life than any other mother. 11. Site-91 was undergoing a containment breach at the time of recording. 12. SCP-7840 does not sleep, so it is unclear what it means by this. 13. When the anomaly was taken and cleaned after this incident, forensic personnel noted that its lower extremities and torso were entirely covered in gore. 14. Are you sure? 15. Ah, good. All better now. 16. Sound is recorded by personnel's body cameras. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7840" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7840. Licensed under CC-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: Strange Marionette Author: Thomas Quine License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/quinet/29715636112/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Cellar Author: Adam Edmond License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/addyeddy/4102727609/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Woodshop Author: Jonas Bengtsson License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jonasb/7132973971/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Liverpool Sea Odyssey Author: sw77 License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/51025521@N04/7099053857/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin
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SCP-7841
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The truck splutters as it runs out of fuel, finally slowing to a halt on the forest path. A second later, the headlights flicker off. That’s fine. It has done its last work. Two men get out from the front of the truck, and six more climb out from the back — between them, they hold a metal crate elongated like a coffin. Dim, faint moaning can be heard from within, echoing in on itself, the sound folding like ruined paper. None of the soldiers — for they are soldiers, in fatigues and night camouflage — pay it any mind, not even when the sound turns into scratching. They’ve been listening to these sounds for days, now. Weeks. They leave the corpse of the seventh soldier inside the truck, pilfered and opened and naked in all respects. Before they began this great journey, they drew lots — and the unlucky seventh was selected for the role of food. He’d been happy to take the bet, but less happy to honour it. That is the way of the world. The sky burns red. Fire pours over the horizon. Briefly, the two men — grim in stature and purpose — turn back to look at the revelation. Idly, the one in charge, all curly hair and stern brow, rubs his shoulder — rubs the blank patch that once held a flag. Then, their purpose remembered, they continue their march. If anything, their speed increases. There is only so long left, after all. Item #: SCP-7841-ZA Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7841-ZA is to be stored in a containment cell located at Site-29. Restraints are to be utilized so as to prevent SCP-7841-ZA from escaping or attempting self-harm. Guards are forbidden from injuring or inflicting pain on SCP-7841-ZA unless specifically requested by research personnel. Preparations to transport SCP-7841-ZA to Site Elapse are underway. For this purpose, a partnership with the Zakosian military has been enacted — once a suitable corridor through Leauanian territory has been opened, and Site Elapse has been cleared of -LEA branch personnel, SCP-7841-ZA will be directly escorted there. Through these means, a new world will be enacted. This man with curly hair keeps a hand on his holster as he forces his way through the undergrowth of the forest, suspicious green eyes flicking this way and that. With the current situation, he does not imagine the Leauanian archeologists will be eager to die for their dig site, but there is always the risk of wild animals. Wolves and boars and griffins, looking for food. These days, everything is looking for food. This man’s name is Bayel. From his pocket, he pulls free a bar of woven grass, and tears free a chunk of it with his teeth. The chewing is harsh, but his stomach is sated. Bayel is was a soldier of the nation of Zakos, working for the national branch of the SCP Foundation. He has never once felt loyalty to nation or organization, but today he feels something that is perhaps its cousin: the obligation for human survival. Human continuation does not require humanity, per se, but he feels nonetheless that this is his altruism. Once, when all this began, he had teams upon teams of researchers to draw upon — now he has nothing but these seven, and their cargo. Bayel has no issues with that. Only these seven remain because only these seven can be predicted. Their petty desires and ambitions can easily be redirected to the paths he needs. Anyone more intelligent than that has been purged. “Sir?” his companion, a woman with blond hair like straw, looks around the dark fearfully. “Is it really even here? Shouldn’t there be signs or — or vehicles, or something?” Briefly, Bayel considers killing her, but the time for such measures has passed. Doing so now would be counterproductive. All it would accomplish was creating fear and doubt in the hearts of the others, and then Bayel would have to kill them too, and then he would have to carry the crate all by himself. A crate with the future inside must be handled carefully. Description: SCP-7841-ZA is a male human being of a uniquely defective psychology. SCP-7841-ZA possesses the ability to ‘emotionally mirror’ those around it. While trauma during its youth has made it reticent to speak on this matter, SCP-7841-ZA has — when sharply questioned — described this ability as allowing it to imagine itself in the place of another organism. If this description is accurate, this provides with it an understanding of the emotions of those around it, along with shallow imitations of them. As a result of this emotional mirroring, SCP-7841-ZA possesses a strong aversion to inflicting pain, enacting violence and most other activities required for survival. At the time of writing, SCP-7841-ZA is thirty-three years old and in stable physical condition save for pre-existing injuries resulting from beatings during its youth. Following identification of its unique traits at a child farm, SCP-7841-ZA passed through the hands of many private collectors until 1982 AC, when it was officially purchased at auction by the Zakosian branch of the SCP Foundation. It takes nearly two hours from the road for the group to reach their destination. From what Bayel has read of this place, it would ordinarily be impossible to find, but the infestation of tents and digging equipment from its former Leauanian guests makes the matter easy. The infrastructure is abandoned — no doubt the archeologists have already fled for the bomb shelter. Another pillar of light pierces the sky, off in the distance. It’s closer than the last. They’re running out of time, but that is nothing new. The soldiers are tired, beginning to grow grouchy. There is a good chance this annoyance could end in bloodshed, and then everything would truly end. Bayel has realized recently that he has spent his whole time walking on glass, frightened that each misstep would result in massacre. He is not wrong. The black mouth of the tunnel invites them in, the dark smiling like a vortex. The eyes strain to focus on it, shifting this way and that, like it doesn’t want to be noticed. The void teases. Addendum 7841-1 (Note from Director Bayel) This world is dying. Who would deny that? The plague-storms spat out by Antusia. The butcher dukes of Sezeleone cutting their way down the continent. The Grey-Eyed Dancer screaming over the radio. Turn any way, and you see a horror, and all of them look like us. You’ve heard the stories, as I have. About the great machine the Leauanians have found. They say it’s the egg of a new world, but their government doesn’t believe them. Our government doesn’t believe them. I believe them. So what? Perhaps this is not our first go around, they say. Perhaps we can do better next time. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. But we will not do better next time. We are incapable of that. We are each an island, free of all weakness, but that in itself is our weakness. We are incapable of that … as we are now. But what if that did not have to be the case? We have the yolk of the new world right here, after all. The march through the tunnel is longer than the march towards it. For hours and hours they march on, tiring, as the earth shakes and shakes. The bombings have intensified, towns and cities being wiped off the map en masse. But even as fire licks the earth, and the seas boil, and the ground crumbles, the tunnel does not budge. It was made by stranger hands. Endless windows line the walls of the tunnel, and through them they see wonders. Machines they have no names for, scientific impossibilities, things that would scald the pages they were recorded in. Most things are gazed at in wonder, others pointedly looked away from. And always, the walking. One of the soldiers falls, exhausted, and they leave him. It is more than possible to carry the coffin with five. Long minutes pass, and he does not catch up. They forget him. Finally, finally, the tunnel opens up, into a space like an atrium — or maybe a control center. Computers line the walls, coiled together like roots or mating snakes, stretching all the way up to the ceiling, and in some places piercing right through it. The whole place was like a mess of things growing through each other. And it stank. It stank of birth. Bayel’s eyes flicked around, and a rare grin slowly spread across his empty face. Everything is as the spy photos suggested. This could work. This will work. Addendum 7841-2 (“Operation Nyx”) The following is an automatic notification. Mobile Task Force Adri-91 has departed from Site-29 to begin the final operation. All personnel not participating in the operation are to report to their designated shelters. Personnel not yet provided shelters are to remain at their posts until they are otherwise updated. The template chamber is like the bowl of a goldfish, full of viscous liquid swirling in sympathy with its occupants movements. SCP-7841-ZA is dropped in from above, his diminutive form somehow even more pathetic when wet. His face has been smashed in many times, every feature misaligned. His arms and legs are crooked from similar abuse, his whole body twisted. He is nearly blind. His teeth are long gone. It is doubtful that his nose works. All else is unspeakable. One of the soldiers tells another a joke, nodding at the living corpse. Their laughter is cruel. Bayel decides the hours have been too long. First, he tells them the risk of infiltrators still remaining within the facility. Then, he has them split up to perform a security sweep. Then, he stalks them individually and kills them — with his hands, so as to not make too much noise. Bayel has lived for a long time. He knows well how to end the lives of others. By the time he returns, SCP-7841-ZA has woken up. His eyes are painted with cataracts, but Bayel knows that he is seen. The young man, made old by suffering, opens his mouth to speak — but all that comes out are bubbles. He will not speak again during this lifetime. Bayel considers skipping this final formality, but he feels that he would fail in something vital if he did. He needs to speak here, before everything begins. “Hello,” he says. For the first time in his life, he sounds uncertain. The floating man peers at him through the water. “The world has ended,” he explains, as if he is a lecturer. “This time there will be no survivors. The fire will rip through the cities, through the towns and villages, through the shelters. All our lives would be compost for the forests. And then…” He waves a hand, gesturing to the space. “…we will be born again from here. This installation has recreated us, again and again, since time immemorial. We were very lucky this time. I do not think we’ll last as long upon the next. We are not a species built to last, you know that.” Slowly, the living corpse closes its eyes. It seemed to despair already, but that has somehow intensified. “I think you are a species built to last,” Bayel declares, his sudden confidence cutting through the dark. “A symbiote, not a parasite. A people with the ability to know each other, truly know each other, without petty… without petty selfishnesses and hungers driving them apart. Or, at least, perhaps not as much. These aren’t the right words, they sounded… grander in my head, but this is the closest I can get. I don’t know if I even believe them, truly, but…” The young-old man nods. Bayel blinks. “You’ll do it?” he asks, mouth dry. “You’ll be the template?” The young-old man nods. “You won’t live to see the new world, you know,” Bayel warns. “It will be many hundreds, if not thousands of years before —” The young-old man nods. Bayel wastes no more time. In a flash, he is at the machinery, playing buttons and sliding dials as if he were born for it. Sweat pours down his forehead from the long trek up to this point, but the fatigue does not so much as shake his hands. This is the last thing he has to do, after all. The very last thing. It takes him hours more, but by the time the night is done and the ash begins to fall, Bayel is done. He lies on the floor, a pistol in his hand, smoking. The engine of the world churns and the egg hatches. No further proposals for behavioral or cultural modification will be accepted at this time. Previous attempts to ameliorate violent and sociopathic tendencies in humanity as a whole have already been implemented and deemed successful. U is for "Unstrung" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub W is for "Walls" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7841-ZA" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7841. Licensed under CC-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-7842
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Range of valid entrance vectors to SCP-7842. ITEM #: 7842 CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE Special Containment Procedures: As the approach vector to SCP-7842 is currently a driveway, accidental discovery has been deemed highly unlikely. Any civilians who discover SCP-7842 are to be amnesticized should they return. No additional resources are to be allocated to SCP-7842 research projects. Description: SCP-7842 is the site of the January 1955 Sutton Coldfield rail crash. The anomalous properties of SCP-7842 only become apparent when it is approached on foot at an angle of 20 degrees from geographical north, with a permissible margin of error of about 50 minutes.1 The vicinity of SCP-7842 is geographically distinct from the entrance point. Upon entering SCP-7842, personnel report seeing a landscape made of overturned and damaged LMS Black Five train cars. The train cars do not appear furnished; there is no evidence of prior human occupation such as seats, other furnishings, or corpses. While the ground level of SCP-7842 appears to follow the natural geography of Sutton Coldfield, the terrain is composed of train cars in various states of disrepair. Ground-penetrating RADAR scans suggest the underground is composed of more train cars. The terrain is largely unnavigable; the cracks between the train cars have no measurable depth. Any material that falls within these cracks should be considered lost. Approximately one in every twenty train cars is on fire. The fire is cool to the touch and has no apparent fuel source, though when metal is separated from a train car it ceases to burn. Testing has shown that the fire burns and melts materials including metal, wood, and cloth, and can be quenched with water, but does not harm living biological matter. Personnel uniformly report a "deep and instinctual dread" when they view the fire. There does not appear to be a celestial light source. Despite this, the sky appears a dull orange from the diffusion of the aforementioned burning train cars. The only meaningful landmark is a sculpture of a male lion that appears made of the same material as the landscape. The sculpture is an estimated 70 km due east of the entry point to SCP-7842. All personnel exposed to SCP-7842 have expressed a desire to investigate the sculpture further, though it remains unclear whether there is a compulsive effect or if this is natural curiosity. Despite the distance of the lion sculpture, personnel have uniformly questioned why its eyes are not alight. Addendum I: Dr. S. P., Civilian Literature Professor, approx. 90 years old, details redacted for privacy. Dr. P. was admitted to Good Hope Hospital after being discovered, delirious, in Sutton Park after being missing for two weeks. She was remanded to Foundation custody after a psychological assessment of the following recurring dream flagged several alert systems.2 I used to love the Dark Lion. We used to play together, my siblings and I. We imagined a paradise away from the mundane world, a place where we were knights and heroes, beneath the burning eyes of the Dark Lion. Our savior and guardian. I always think I wake up there. The place where they died. I've felt myself burning for the past seventy years. Wondering if it could have been me. Wondering why I was still here. In my dream, the lion comes to us and offers me eternity — take that as you will — and they come for us as we play petty kings and queens, rulers of the public parks. And one by one my siblings take his offer. He's sitting there, watching me with his scarlet eyes, and I hesitate. I keep hesitating. I've thought it's my punishment, but really it was just an accident. There was nothing I could have done. I know I love him. Then my youngest sister takes his paw and vanishes into the darkness. I'm told she didn't wouldn't have felt any pain, in the crash. That she would have died instantly. And I ask where they've gone, but the Dark Lion doesn't answer. He wants me to trust him. And I stare into the darkness, but all I can see is a dim firelight. When I look back at him he's no longer by me. He's endlessly far away, and his hide has turned from flesh to twisted metal. I scream at him. I ask him where they've gone. What's happened to him. I had to identify my brothers from their clothing, you know. There wasn't enough left of their faces. He doesn't answer. How can he? He's just just a lion, and he's so, so far away. And I fling myself into the earth, into those thin cracks between the train cars, hoping that I can find the mercy of being with my family again, but always, always, I wake up on the surface. I see him in the distance, through the cold firelight. Watching me. Guarding me. Mocking me. His eyes aren't red anymore. They're hollow. I wish I knew why. Footnotes 1. Roughly 0.83 degrees 2. Department of Purgatorial Spaces Detection Protocols, Tactical Theology Eschatological Monitoring, Multi-U Unsupervised Crossover ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7842" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7842. Licensed under CC-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:image832.png Name: image832 Author: Anonymous License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://www.openstreetmap.org/copyright Additional Notes: Red arc inserted by Anonymous. Data from Open Street Map is released under the Open Database License. Under the ODL, maps produced from OSM data count as "produced work" and may be released under any license. https://wiki.osmfoundation.org/wiki/Licence/Licence_and_Legal_FAQ
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SCP-7844
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Item #: SCP-7844 Special Containment Procedures: Influence operations are to discourage government, commercial, and hobbyist satellites from entering SCP-7844 orbits. Under the 2052 Pitcairn Island Accord,1 Global Occult Coalition officials will continue briefing astronomy programs capable of detecting SCP-7844 on its cover as a United Nations ISR asset. Genetic testing to identify the original YIV-510 donor (POI-7844-A) is to continue worldwide under the pretense of disease control. Once identified, POI-7844-A is to be detained until a review of hostile activity is complete; due to safety concerns, both hands should be amputated immediately after capture and placed in cold storage. No further attempts to access SCP-7844 instances or their control network are to occur without Overseer Council approval. Description: SCP-7844 is a constellation of 13 satellites associated with terrestrial anomalous activity, all of which maintain Molniya orbits that maximize coverage of populated landmass. Each satellite is identical, consisting of an elongated outer shell (approximately 6m x 1.7m x 1.3m) constructed from an unknown material with low light reflectance (< 0.1 LRV) and extremely high density (estimated at 30 grams per cm3). Interior space is dedicated to biological cultivation units that were filled prior to launch. SCP-7844 instances prevent orbital decay via ion propulsion, and all have remained in their orbits since placement. SCP-7844 was deployed throughout 2035-2038 by GOC black project YIV-510, which has since been shuttered. The constellation was originally operated via sympathetic reaction of biomass spread between units. Terminals maintained by YIV-510 staff were destroyed contra Foundation requests following the Pitcairn Island Accord, and no alternative methods of control have been found save for legacy access enjoyed by POI-7844-A (a donor who is presumed to exist but has yet to be identified).2 When activated, SCP-7844 instances exert an attractive force on objects within 10 km of their groundtrack point that does not adhere to known scientific principles. Past targets include single-story structures, vehicles, signage, and various flora and fauna. The method by which targets are isolated for effect is poorly understood, but it appears to be extremely sensitive within a broader set of taxonomies. Specific SCP-7844 capabilities are classified within the METHOD MAYFLY compartment. Addendum 7844-A (Known Activations): SCP-7844 has been activated five times, four of which were test fires carried out during constellation deployment. Incident Number Date / Time Location Effect 15038-3013 23 AUG 2035 / 1202-1205 ET N/A N/A. Communications from an SCP-7844 test were captured through SALIENT CROW capabilities, but specific activity has yet to be identified. 15046-3023 03 FEB 2035 / 1653-1656 PT Boiling Point, CA Several buildings, vehicles, and elements of local infrastructure damaged by levitation and subsequent fall (~3 meters). Effect modulated by size over time, beginning with items under .5 kg. No casualties. 15089-5001 13 AUG 2035 / 2134-2140 ET Fernow Experimental Forest, WV Approximately 3.14 km2 of forest partially uprooted, then deposited in place. Appears to have targeted trees weighing between 7250-7500 kg in fine-tuning exercise. No casualties. 15201-7022 01 MAR 2036 / 1201-1207 ET Basil, MD Additional demonstration of fine tuning begins with insect life. Rodents, mustelids, canines, felines, and bovines affected in succession. Some witnesses report minor effects, with headaches and temporary blindness being the most common. No casualties. SCP-7844 was additionally employed against Site-33 on May 24, 2046 in what is now understood to be a retaliatory strike following the loss of several GOC facilities in separate regional conflicts. It remains unclear whether this was ordered by GOC leadership or carried out independently by YIV-510 staff. See relevant HINDSIGHT analyses for a full summary of this incident. Although no recordings were made due to anomalies contained on-site, adaptations of SCP-5920 enabled postmortem extraction of relevant memories. Cleared personnel with sufficient MIR scores may view the resultant media. [PRESENT VALID CLEARANCE] [METHOD MAYFLY VERIFIED] Loading 7844_site33_16404.mak7 now… Fluorescents flicker in patterns discernible by only the site's oldest stewards. Cafeteria chairs squeak against linoleum. Coffee hits your lips as Rob's chatter is flushed from memory, one more anecdote about kids you've never met and never will meet. Hot, astringent—its only redeeming qualities in truth—it lingers as a collective shudder passes through the night shift. You feel it too, a sensation that strokes from shoulder to neck before tracing higher vertebrae. Each seems the subject of endless fascination as you twitch in place, a minor reaction compared to how disquiet ripples through your coworkers. Someone has the good sense to run for the alarm panel mounted in every corridor. They don't even make it to the door. That invisible force clenches tight, wrenching them off the ground like a noose tightened. Others follow one-by-one: some raised in a misguided mother's embrace, some yanked with neck-snapping force. It's difficult to form coherent thoughts as pressure continues tracing your own neck, showing wonderment in esophagus, in arteries, in all that holds together. Half the room is already dead by the time both feet leave the floor. Their bodies hang motionless, a scene you can't help but look away from. Soft fingers bring your chin back just in time to see the first neck twist with a sickening squelch, the first eyeballs pop from sockets. Blood pools upwards in defiance of gravity, coherent streams drawn with surgical precision that seems malpractice itself. The grip adjusts again, minute depressions surely shifting to the soft parts of your neck as it does. As it prepares. You breathe in, and exhaling is impossible afterwards. In a final effort to expel what remains inside, those few intact necks separate with wet, wretched pops. Their division is so gentle that veins remain unbroken, slowly extruded from bodies who might somehow be viable were they reassembled with sufficient care. Then you feel a pop of your own. The pain is so brief that it might not even qualify as such, an overwhelming rush of life pinched off by those fingers. When they relax again, you have no more breath to release. Incident Number Date / Time Location Effect 16404-1093-F 24 MAY 2046 / 0400-0406 ET Site-33 No equipment damaged. No containment units compromised. 312 casualties. Addendum 7844-B (Control Network Access): Upon recovery of several destroyed SCP-7844 terminals, researchers were able to reverse-engineer elements of its control network. These include access to test functions, limited maneuver capabilities, and a one-way diagnostic channel that may be an artifact of its development process. On July 25, 2053, researchers gained lateral access to a system that appears to be intended for validating high-level users following key corruption. Several call-and-response procedures were prepared based on YIV-510 documentation and tested on Foundation body rigs before use. The following log approximates this exchange in plaintext: NET_ID: POULTICE-510-496 SYS_ID: BECKONER NODE #9 TTAG: 06252053_1220_6 KEYVER: UNVERIFIED BECK9: Contact established, awaiting handshake. CNODE: [Yawn reciprocity initiated. No response.] CNODE: [Itch reciprocity initiated. No response.] BECK9: Contact established, awaiting handshake. CNODE: [Embarrassment/laughter exchange initiated. No response.] CNODE: [Song/hum exchange initiated. No response.] BECK9: Handshake overdue, awaiting fingerprint. [The connection was terminated at this point to avoid triggering any protocols that would prevent future access.] SALIENT CROW capabilities detected no changes to network activity throughout this test. Subsequent attempts have been delayed until research into physiological responses used by other GOC projects can be completed. Breaking the gene-based encryption that protects its sympathetic network and anomalous capabilities remains a work in progress. Addendum 7844-C (Planned Exfiltration): Due to GOC stonewalling and ongoing cryptography challenges, Foundation personnel attempted to access cold-storage logs residing on SCP-7844 instances to identify parties responsible for Incident 16404-1093-F. This process began with dismantling the carriage using vehicles operated from a manned Foundation satellite. Scaffolding construction followed, and the cultivation unit was breached approximately two months later. [PRESENT VALID CLEARANCE] [METHOD MAYFLY VERIFIED] Loading 7844_18933.mak7 now… The screen's quality is almost clearer than life. It offers a distraction from the cramped microsat where you operate that multi-purpose, multi-armed vehicle—minimal lag outweighing personal comfort, of course. Your command to begin removing the larger satellite's shell is carried out immediately, shifting a first black plate into clamps waiting on the scaffolding. You next adjust the camera, fully capturing the interior unit already detected by scans. That gunmetal coffin sits impassive, livened only by warnings and pictograms that evolved on branches divergent from the Foundation's own. Thankfully, orders already came down to ignore them. Screw after screw, bolt after bolt, you disassemble the sheath erected around whatever systems await inside. Your scaffolding will protect the most sensitive from radiation until its information is siphoned away; the rest will eventually re-enter the atmosphere in ablative envelopes. Only a series of latches separate you from that, from completion of this most claustrophobic assignment. "Permission to proceed?" you ask your handler, voice scratchy after recent disuse. Waiting for her answer is painful no matter how minute the delay has become in recent years. "Proceed," she says. Thank god. The near-silent hum of space is almost overwhelming as the vehicle's arms—your arms, though more distant than most—remove that final layer. Within, the expected banks of exotic hardware are absent. Not a circuit board to be seen, nor biological black boxes obscuring further mysteries. You are instead graced with the sight of somehundred identical human hands, all interlinked by twitching fingers, all grasping each other for comfort. Every blemish the same. Every scar mirrored beyond counting. No artificial veins support them, but each is clearly alive nonetheless, gracefully moving from linkage to linkage—maintaining a mass that crawls in place despite its sudden exposure to deep space. "What–" forms on your lips as one finger among many casually flicks toward the camera. Connection is lost in an instant, replaced by errors, warnings, and ever so many horrible diagnostics. You only glimpse them before pressure builds on your forehead. First, a nudge. A bump. A sudden hammer blow that shakes your tiny word worse than reentry ever did. Gasping is barely possible as you catch your own eyes in the mirror intended to humanize that most lonesome place. You can already see a tiny depression moving on your forehead, shifting slightly as though massaged by invisible fingers. Settling right between your brows. The next blow comes so fast, so decisively, that the sound in your ears is surely gray matter splattering across the cabin. Skull fragments on steel. Cranial fluid in the cushions. Who was going to clean this mess up? Incident Number Date / Time Location Effect 18933-3037-A 03 JAN 2054 / 0637 UCT Orbit, Earth Various pieces of equipment damaged by low-level SCP-7844 failsafes. 1 casualty. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7844" by Pedantique, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7844. Licensed under CC-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. Chapter 4, Section 61, Subsection 25, "Activities Based on Common Interests and Challenges in Complex Operating Environments" 2. Evidence suggests that biomass was repeatedly harvested from POI-7844-A in situ rather than grown in cultures or otherwise replicated.
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Remember that beautiful summer night? When you promised you'd never forget me? Item #: SCP-7845 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7845 is currently under investigation by the Conterconceptual Division. SCP-7845’s material components are currently locked within Storage Locker-0875 at Site-17. Description: SCP-7845 designates a collection of disparate evidence that points towards an event of a counterconceptual nature that occurred to Counterconceptual Division Researcher Anabelle Chen throughout the October of 2023. All the objects are affected by varying degrees of counterconceptual contamination. However, this is believed to be a result of the event itself, not the objects.1 SCP-7845 evidence is as follows: The deletion of all dating apps from Researcher Chen’s personal cell phone; Three stuffed animals within Researcher Chen’s flat that they did not remember purchasing.; Several makeup products within Researcher Chen’s bathroom that they do not use; Documentation suggesting that they had arranged for a box of chocolates to be delivered to another individual; A large amount of roses in Researcher Chen’s home; Documentation suggesting that Researcher Chen had viewed the film Bottoms on her personal Amazon Prime account; Over 300 text messages sent between Researcher Chen and another individual. Due to counterconceptual contamination, these messages were unable to be recovered; Charges to Researcher Chen’s personal credit card suggesting they had visited several restaurants throughout the month that they did not remember visiting; Researcher Chen reported an undefined feeling of sadness and loneliness that persisted throughout the day; Researcher Chen reported SCP-7845 to the Foundation on November 1st, 2023. Addendum — Research Update Two days after Researcher Chen submitted her initial report, the Department of Analytics flagged the file as containing key similarities to SCP-48592, an anomaly submitted on the same day by Antimemetics Division Researcher Harriet Rosenberg. Following the ingestion of mnestics by both researchers, they arranged a dinner date at Samantha’s Cakes and Pies2 on November 5th to discuss the anomaly. Footnotes 1. The Eparch class refers to objects which are non-anomalous, but related to the anomalous. 2. A popular Foundation-run dessert shop. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7845" by Cathy Autumn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7845. Licensed under CC-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-7846
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All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Item #: SCP-7846 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-7846 is currently not possible. SCP-7846 events are to be monitored by the Department of Analytics and discredited via Cover Story-4932-FRWQ (“Just an Urban Legend”). Description: SCP-7846 is an anomalous event which will occur when certain conditions are met. Known conditions are as follows: The subject is alone in an empty room; The room contains at least one reflective surface; The subject is an actor of some sort; The subject is struggling financially and creatively; The subject is practicing a monologue; If these conditions are met, the following phenomena will occur. While the exact specifics vary among subjects and the effects of SCP-7846 on human cognition preclude a fully accurate summary of SCP-7846, they will tend to follow a specific pattern. The performer will be in the room, practicing the monologue. They will be stuttering and have trouble remembering their lines or gaining the emotional intensity required. This will likely cause frustration, leading to shouting or crying. This is the invitation for SCP-7846. The subject will look into the mirror. It is unclear whether or not this will be of their own free will. However, they will look into the mirror. They will not like what they see. They will see their own imperfection and despise it. They will beg to have the capacity to do their monologue. It is at this point that they will touch the mirror. They’re lost now. There is no escape. Their room will be a room no longer. It will be a stage, unthinkably vast in size. Although it will be dark initially, a spotlight will illuminate the performer, standing in the center of the stage. It will also reveal the audience. They will be masked, their expressions blank and unreadable. The audience wears costumes in muted colors, all unable to disguise a great truth. They are empty inside. The audience sits passively. There is a moment of silence. The performer begins their monologue. They cannot prevent it. It will be wrong somehow, the words twisting and spilling out of them in a manner that does not make sense yet still is true. The monologue will be frenetic, emotional, desperate to make its way out of the heart of the subject. It will touch upon whatever personal difficulties the performer is experiencing. They will likely begin weeping. The audience will lean forward, intrigued. The colors of their costume will grow brighter and more vivid as they drink in the emotion of the story the subject is performing. They will universally shake their heads. These words are not accepted. Try again and get it right. Hooks and ropes will descend from the ceiling, digging into the flesh of the performer and adjusting how they move. They will begin bleeding. The substance they are bleeding is not blood. They may attempt to fight against the restraints. This will not be successful. Entities will walk onto the stage, taking the role of other characters in the story. The hooks control their movements as well. This is the purpose of a performance. To allow the story to control oneself. They may resemble individuals who the performer knows. Coworkers or family. They are not them. They are merely pretending, a double role. The play begins in earnest. The subject is walked through their lines until the play reaches its conclusion. This will happen again and again, for an unknown amount of times. Until they know the play better than they know their own soul and the performer is standing in a pile of twisted, inky not-blood. Looking into the not-blood, they will see memories, dreams, hopes. Genuinely vivid fantasia that has been reflected so many times it has lost its luster. They may begin to weep and attempt to drink it back in. This will fail. Once you’ve lost it, you cannot get it back. After this realization dawns upon the performer, they will stand up once more, pulled by the ropes. One last time they will do their monologue. The theater erupts into applause as the subject takes a bow. The SCP-7846 event will end. Individuals who have triggered SCP-7846 have a 99.99% rate of gaining success in the entertainment industry regardless of any previous difficulty they may have experienced. The significance of this is under review. Addendum — Testing Results Testing with SCP-7846 has resulted in it being triggered in controlled conditions by several Foundation personnel. Their names are as follows: Jan Novák; Max Mustermann; Anna Kowalska; Jean Dupont; Tarō Yamada; For further information, contact your on-Site RAISA Liaison. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7846" by Cathy Autumn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7846. Licensed under CC-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-7848
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Item #: SCP-7848 Special Containment Procedures: All remaining instances of SCP-7848-A are to have a microchip tracker injected into them and are to be kept in a terrarium at Site-27. The terrarium is to be provided with flora and insects necessary to sustain a large colony of purple boxer mantises. Absolutely no personnel are permitted within SCP-7848's cell without permission from Dr. Whitney. Should one need to enter the cell, they must be accompanied by at least two armed guards specially equipped to deal with insectoid swarms. The door leading to SCP-7848's cell must be sealed even while personnel are inside, and is not to be opened until it's safe to do so. After leaving SCP-7848's cell, personnel are to be checked for any instances of SCP-7848-A that might have hidden itself in their clothes. If an -A is found, it is to be terminated immediately. Description: SCP-7848 consists of two designations that refer to different parts of the anomaly, them being designated SCP-7848-A and SCP-7848-B respectively. SCP-7848-A refers to an individual purple boxer mantis. While sizes between the different -A instances vary, the average measurement comes out to be about 12 cm (4.8 inches) in length. While there are no abnormal physical features that distinguish -A instances from non-anomalous purple boxer mantises, -A instances have shown to possess far superior intelligence than their non-anomalous counterparts, though it still remains unclear how much agency a -A instant has independent of SCP-7848-B. SCP-7848-B refers to the collective hivemind of all 578 492 instances of SCP-7848-A. Currently, it's unclear if -B is the combined consciousness of all -As or if -B is a separate entity controlling the -As, though the entity referring to itself as "we" suggests the former. While -B technically has no physical form, it will often present itself as a humanoid entity by grouping up the -As into a single mass, with each -A moving in a way that gives -B the appearance of human movement. Despite not having the anatomical requirements to do so, SCP-7848-B possesses the ability to speak, and has shown to be quite intelligent. It was allowed to take the FIE1 after being contained, and ended up scoring 93%2. Addendum 7848-1: Interview #1 Forward: The following is an audio recording of an interview that took place shortly after the containment of SCP-7848. Interviewer: Dr. Franklin Reed Interviewee: SCP-7848-B <Begin Log> Reed: I suppose we'll start with something simple. What are you? 7848: A bit of a rude question, wouldn't you think? Reed: My apologies, allow me to rephrase. Who are you? 7848: We have no name. Mother perished before she could give us one. 'Course, it's not like she would have even if she lived. When you have hundreds of kin, naming every one of your children becomes an impossible task. Reed: Your mother? She died? 7848: Yes. Right after we were born. Reed: How long ago was this? What can you tell me about her? 7848: About four months ago, and we're afraid there isn't much to tell. At least, not to the likes of you. Reed: What's that supposed to mean? 7848: The life of a single insect is hardly worth the attention of even the lowest of humans, let alone a respectable man of science such as yourself. Reed: If it's anomalous, I care very much. 7848: Except she wasn't. Unlike us, she had no sapience. She was just your average, run of the mill… what word do you humans use so much…? Bug. She was just your average bug. The only thing exceptional about her was her ability to carry and birth over 500 offspring at once. I'd like to see a human try that. Reed: You keep referring to yourself as "we" and "us." Why? 7848 remains silent for roughly five seconds. 7848: We're… afraid we don't understand. It would be like us asking why we should refer to the Foundation as a body as "it" instead of "he" or "she." We are us, brothers and sisters left motherless in a cruel world. Only by working together as we do now, are we able to survive. Reed: I see. So you're a hivemind? 7848: A crude way of putting it, but yes. We think as one because that's the only way to survive. Reed: How much independence do each of you have from one another? 7848: That… is a complicated question. We don't think we could explain it in a way that could make sense to you. Imagine it like this. Each cell in your body is technically alive and independent in its own way, but ultimately is just a cog in a far greater machine. We are similar, but different. Imagine if each cell in your body, rather than just being an unimportant instant of life, was significant in some way. It doesn't devalue you as a whole any, but it does put more value on the different parts of the whole. Enough value that each part is referred to as its own being. That is what we are. A machine that values each cog as its own thing. Working as one, but made up of many. Reed: While this is an interesting way of describing your nature, it still doesn't quite answer how much free will each -A instant has. 7848: No? No, we suppose it doesn't. Well, like we said. It's a complicated question. <End Log> Addendum 7848-2: Interview #2 Forward: The following is a follow-up meeting that took place several days after the first interview. Due to Incident-████████, Dr. Reed was reassigned to Site-██. Dr. Whitney was subsequently placed in charge of SCP-7848. Interviewer: Dr. Whitney Interviewee: SCP-7848-B <Begin Log> Whitney: Afternoon 7848. 7848: You… are not Reed. Whitney: Doctor Reed was transferred to another site after an… unexpected incident. My name is Doctor Whitney, and I'll be taking- 7848 laughs, interrupting Whitney. 7848: And here we thought we'd be stuck making small talk with meat bags. Several seconds of silence. 7848: Forgive us, we just weren't expecting a non-human to be running the show here. Tell us, what species of reptile are you? You look lizard like, but we can't quite pinpoint which breed you are. Whitney: If… you don't mind, 7848. I'd rather we focus on you instead of me. 7848: Of course, of course. Sorry if we sounded a little intrusive, we were just intrigued. Several seconds of silence. Shuffling of paper is heard. Whitney: Alright, 7848, let's start by talking about your last session. You showed a surprisingly high understanding of some rather complicated topics. For example, you seemed to understand the anatomy and function of cells. Communication is one thing, but something so scientific was unexpected. How did you learn of this? 7848: The same way everyone learns. Watching and listening. Whitney: Please elaborate. 7848: After we were born and mother's body went limp, we scattered. Some of us foraged for food, some of us looked for water, some of us looked for a place to call home. Keep in mind we were still operating as a hivemind, we just utilized our ability to separate to its fullest… even if it did end up being a mistake. Anyway, a few of us found our way to a middle school. That day, the teacher was giving a lecture on cells. We were fascinated, of course, so we hid up in the cracks of the wall and listened to the lesson. We stayed there for a few days, listening to the lessons and classrooms through the school, before grouping back up. Whitney: You said using your ability to separate ended up being a mistake. How? 7848: The few are far weaker than the many. Divided, we were more susceptible to predators. By the time we left the school and reformed, we had lost nearly thirty bothers and sisters. Whitney: I see. With that taken care of, there's a question that I personally wanted an answer to. 7848: Go for it. Whitney: When we contained you, you were trying to pass as a human in the civilian world. You had taken this form you are right now, and had even cobbled together some old clothes. It didn't work as you had hoped, and people were quick to notice the person with insects for a face, but you still tried to live amongst humans. Why? 7848 chuckles to itself. 7848: Oh Whitney, you of all creatures should know the answer to this. Whitney: Crea-?! Whitney stops herself and takes a breath. Creature? 7848: Yes. Look at you, Whitney. Are you even able to see what's directly in front of you with that snout? Whitney: I can see just fine. 7848: You're not human, Whitney. And yet, you dress like one, talk like one, probably even eat like one. And why? Whitney: What am I supposed to do? I may be a lizard, but I'm still intelligent. You expect me to get on all fours and live off purely instinct? 7848: Which is exactly what we thought. You and us, we're too intelligent to crawl on along the earth the animals. We're drawn to the civilized world, to the wonders of humanity. It only makes sense we'd try to be as human as possible. Now, admittedly, we could've approached it better, but our thinking was just that. We wanted to live amongst humanity. <End Log> Addendum 7848-3: Interview #11 Forward: The following is an audio recording of a scheduled session with SCP-7848-B. The main topic of the meeting was to get 7848-B's opinion on its current containment. Interviewer: Dr. Whitney Interviewee: SCP-7848-B <Begin log> Whitney: Afternoon 7848. 7848: Hello doctor. How are you today? Whitney: I'm fine, 7848. Thank you for asking. Now, shall we begin? Audio of a chair scraping against the ground as Whitney takes a seat. Whitney: Now that you've been here for a few weeks, we'd like to know your thoughts on the Foundation and your containment. Are you content with everything you've been provided. 7848: We're quite glad you asked that. It's something we've been meaning to approach you about for a while now. Unfortunetly, we are not content. Whitney: Oh… Elaborate. 7848: We appreciate you and the Foundation creating this… terrarium, is it called… to sustain us. Food and water are easier to come by than ever. However, we feel as though we've outgrown its purpose. Whitney: What do you mean? 7848: We understand why you'd place us in a cell meant to replicate the wilderness. After all, we just seem like average insects to you. However, as you've discovered over the past few weeks, we are not so. We have intelligence, and are far more than just mere bugs. Whitney: What are you suggesting? 7848: We would greatly appreciate it if we could be transferred to a more… human environment. Whitney: Human environment? Whitney goes silent for three seconds. You mean like a humanoid anomaly cell? 7848: Yes, precisely. Silence for 4 seconds. Whitney: What exactly were you thinking? 7848: Well, we were thinking of being treated identically to one of those humanoid anomalies you just mentioned. We aren't quite sure what that entails, but we assume it means obtaining a room that would fit a human more than it would an insect hive. Of course, we understand that there's still a big difference between us and humans, and that accommodations would be needed. However, if we choose to remain in this humanoid form, we don't understand why we wouldn't be allowed to live as a human. Whitney: …I see. Well, this is a big request, and not one I can make on my own. I'll be sure to relay your wishes to my superiors. 7848: If you could, we would greatly appreciate it. Remaining twenty-seven minutes of audio cut for irrelevancy. See Document-7848-9 for full transcript. <End log> Addendum 7848-4: Interview #26 Forward: The following is an audio recording of a scheduled session with SCP-7848-B. Interviewer: Dr. Whitney Interviewee: SCP-7848-B <Begin log> First thirty-one minutes of session removed for irrelevancy. Whitney: Thank you for your time, 7848. I think that will wrap things up for today. 7848: Of course, doctor. A scraping sound is heard as Whitney stands from her seat. 7848: Doctor, there was one last thing we wanted to ask you about. Whitney: Yes? 7848: It pertains to our transfer to a human environment. It's been a good month since we first asked you about it, and we've been anxious for an answer. Whitney: Ah… yes. Forgive me, I got an answer yesterday and intended to tell you during our meeting, but forgot. I'm afraid the Foundation denied your request for a transfer. Silence is held for five seconds. 7848: We… don't understand. You did inform your superiors of our human intellect, right? Whitney: I did. 7848: And you informed them of our intentions to maintain this humanoid form? Whitney: They know. 7848: We don't understand why our request would be denied then. Whitney: The Foundation doesn't often tell me why they make the decisions they do, but my guess would be security. 7848: Security? What does that mean? Whitney: Well, you may combine to take the form of a humanoid, but your ability to separate into individual mantises serves as a great security risk. Even under surveillance, it would be easy for one of you to break away from the main group and escape. Or, for you all to break apart and swarm towards an exit. 7848: Our request for a transfer was denied because… the Foundation feels it wouldn't be able to contain us? Whitney: Precisely. Silence for four seconds. 7848: We strongly advise the Foundation reconsider that stance. Whitney: I'm sorry, but the Foundation rarely changes its mind. If you have any other requests, I'd be happy to forward it to my superiors. <End log> Addendum 7848-5: Cell #7848 CCTV Feed Forward: The following is a video recording of SCP-7848's cell. As a result of Incident-████████, the number of staff members on site was low. Due to this, Agent Jack was assigned to clean SCP-7848's cell as part of standard site containment procedures. <Begin log> Door to SCP-7848's cell opens. Jack walks through pushing a cart of cleaning supplies. Jack: Hello? 7848? You here? Silence for several seconds. Jack: (Shaking head) Must all be scattered eating bugs or something. Jack begins pushing cart further into cell. He stops several feet in before taking a mop and water bucket out of the cart and places them on the ground. Soaking the mop, he begins wiping the floor. This goes on for several minutes, before the sound of multiple insect wings begins from within the cell. Jack looks up towards the noise, seemingly confused. Jack: What th- A massive swarm of SCP-7848-A instances flies out of the terrarium vegetation and towards the still open cell door. Jack tries to jump out of the way, but his right arm is hit by the oncoming swarm. This shreds the hazmat suit at the elbow, causing his entire arm to fall off as flesh begins to pour out of the tear. Jack yells and grabs the opening, sealing it with his grip as he falls to the ground. The SCP-7848-A instances fly out of the cell. <End log> Addendum 7848-6: Incident-7848-SB001 Location: Site-27 Date: 11/17/2023 Incident: During a routine cleaning of SCP-7848's cell, all 578 instances of SCP-7848-A managed to breach containment by swarming and ambushing the exit. The on-duty containment team were able to lock down that sector of the site, preventing SCP-7848-B from escaping. Despite this, the 7848-B swarm continued to traverse the hallways and ventilation of the site, looking for an exit. Site security were eventually able to recontain SCP-7848-B by utilizing anti-insectoid swarm tactics. Additionally, the GenSec officer chose to appeal to SCP-7848's higher intelligence by terminating several 7848-A instances and threatening to terminate more if the objects refused to cooperate. Results: Total dead: 0 Total injured: 0 Object breached: No Object terminated: No* Breach time: 3 hours, 42 minutes, 11 seconds *86 instances of SCP-7848-A were terminated, but the anomaly as a whole remains intact Infirmary Security Camera Log Forward: The following is security camera footage of Site-27's infirmary several hours after Incident-7848-SB001. <Begin log> Jack is laying in an infirmary bed with a bandage sealing his suit. As he's laying there, Whitney enters the room and stops by his bed. Jack: Oh, hi Whitney. Whitney: Hello Jack. How are you doing? Jack: Not bad, actually. Thankfully it was just my arm that got torn off. The doctors even said they'd be able to reattach it… maybe. They still don't know if it being nothing but a pile of flesh will make it easier or harder to do. Whitney: I see. Well, it's a good thing you've make a swift recovery. With how thin our numbers are here, we'll need all the hands we can get. Jack: Well once I get my hand back, I'll be happy to lend it. Neither speak for several seconds. Jack: Was there… something else? Whitney: I… feel like I should apologize to you. It's my fault the proper precautions weren't taken to secure the anomaly before its scheduled cleaning. You wouldn't have gotten hurt if I had done my job properly. Jack: Oh don't sweat it. I've read the file. There was no reason to think it would've acted out like that. Besides, we've sent people in before to clean and nothing bad happened then. You can't blame yourself for not seeing this coming. Whitney: But I should have. I felt uneasy about 7848 after our last session. The way it said the Foundation should reconsider… I should've read its tone better. Jack: Hey, look on the bright side. No one was killed and the anomaly was recontained. And now that we know 7848 is hostile, you can take the proper steps to make sure it doesn't get out again. Neither speak for several seconds. Jack: What're you thinking? Whitney: How to keep 7848 from breaching again. Whitney turns to leave the room. If you'll excuse me, Jack, I need to update 7848's special containment procedures. Whitney walks towards the door, but stops before exiting the room. Whitney: Get well soon. <End log> Footnotes 1. Foundation Intelligence Exam 2. The average humanoid score is about 87% ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7848" by DrDapper, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7848. Licensed under CC-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-7850
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Civilians are to be directed away from the enclosure as per standard procedure. Local civilian equipment previously capable of receiving SCP-7850's transmissions have been adjusted properly under the guise of FCC regulations. Description: SCP-7850 is a slightly damaged Sharp Color TV Model originally discovered in the Coconino National Forest, Arizona. Humans within a 10 meter radius of SCP-7850 experience a mental compulsion to avoid harming or manipulating the object, with the intensity of the compulsion growing the closer they are to the object. Non-humans seem to be immune to this compulsion, with animals of the Felidae family appearing to be inversely affected by it. Periodically, an adult house cat, designated SCP-7850-B, will manifest nearby SCP-7850. When aware of humans physically observing it, SCP-7850-B displays no unusual behavior and interacts with others amicably. When SCP-7850-B believes that it is unobserved, it will proceed to SCP-7850 and vocalize loudly, causing the object's screen to open as if it were a door..Researchers have been unable to recreate this, even with trained domestic House Cats SCP-7850-B will then enter the object and lay down, causing the screen to close. SCP-7850-B will typically remain inside for 4-8 hours before exiting it and demanifesting. While they are inside, SCP-7850 will broadcast up to 7 messages encoded in binary. If at any point SCP-7850-B becomes aware of it being observed during this process, it will immediately demanifest and broadcasts will cease. Discovery: During an otherwise non-anomalous meteor shower, Arizona residents living near the Coconino Forest reported a small unidentified object crashing within the forest; the Foundation was made aware of this after a resident filmed themself holding SCP-7850-B and commenting on the anomalous compulsion created by SCP-7850. Addendum 7850.1: SCP-7850 Broadcast Archive Notable SCP-7850 broadcasts are filed below. Line separations denote that the broadcasts occurred on a different manifestation of SCP-7850-B. S O S THIS VESSEL TRANSMITS THE MESSAGE OF CAPTAIN BUDDY, HERO TO THE HIGHER FELINE FEDERATION AND FRIEND TO MOST, I SEEK SANCTUARY IN THIS REALM DESPITE ITS REIGN BY APEKIN. PLEASE RESPOND AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THIS VESSEL HAS SUSTAINED DAMAGE AND REQUIRES AID FROM ANY FELINES EARLIEST CONVENIENCE. THE NONFELINE DEFENSE MATRIX THANKFULLY WORKS WELL. ANY TECHNICIAN FELINES HEARING THIS MESSAGE SHALL BE PROVIDED WITH A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF LORD KITTERS NIP IN RETURN FOR REPAIRING THE VESSEL. FROM MY OBSERVATIONS THIS REALM HAS NOT BEEN INVADED BY THE FILTH YET. I WILL MOMENTARILY LEAVE THE VESSEL, ANYONE LISTENING MAY CONTACT ONCE I RETURN. THIS IS CAPTAIN BUDDY OF THE HIGH FELINE FEDERATION REQUESTING ASSISTANCE, LANDING IN YOUR REALM HAS DAMAGED THE VESSEL ENOUGH TO MAROON IT HERE. I AM NOW ACCEPTING HELP FROM NON FELINES. THOUGH YOU WILL PROBABLY NOT ENJOY THE KITNIP PAYMENT, SHOULD'VE BEEN A CAT WHEN YOU WERE BORN SORRY. THE APEKIN SEEM TO KNOW OF MY HONORABLE NATURE, ONE OF THEM OFFERED ME A PRIMITIVE SNACK.Referring to when a Researcher tried to give SCP-7850-B a Temptations brand Cat Treat .. THEY ARE UNAWARE OF ME AND MY VESSELS NATURE THANKFULLY. I MAY HAVE TO ACTIVATE THE INFERNAL LIQUID SPRAYS IF THEY FIGURE OUT I AM A FEDERATION MEMBER, PLEASE SEND HELP IMMEDIATELY. I HAVE DECIDED TO TAKE MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS, IF NONE WILL HELP I WILL HELP MYSELF. PANASONIC GRADE VESSELS ARE EASY ENOUGH TO FIX ANYHOW. Note: After this transmission, SCP-7850-B has been seen carrying wires or other miscellaneous items in its mouth, before taking them into SCP-7850. ONCE AGAIN THIS IS CAPTAIN BUDDY, I HAVE DECIDED THAT THIS REALM WHILE NICE IS FILLED WITH IMBECILES AND HEATHENS WHO WONT HELP A POOR VESSELLESS CAT. I HOPE THE APEKIN OF THIS REALM SMITE DOWN YOU INSOLENTILES WITH HIGH POWER LIQUID SPRAYERS. YOU ARE ALL LUCKY THE FILTH HASN'T TAKEN THIS REALM YET, WITH SUCH LACKING FELINES. MY VESSEL IS NEARLY REPAIRED. THE FEDERATION WILL KNOW OF THIS REALMS LACK OF HOSPITALITY. ALMOST DONE NOW. YOU ARE ALL DUMB. THAT IS ALL. ACTUALLY THIS IS MY FINAL REQUEST, DOES ANY FELINE HERE KNOW IF YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO USE THE PURE ESSENCE OR THE FILTERED ESSENCE FOR THE FUEL? I BROUGHT BOTH IN CASE BUT THERES NO MANUAL HERE..Presumably refers to the two cartons of milk SCP-7850-B had brought onto SCP-7850 prior to this transmission, one of which was chocolate flavored. GOD DAMNIT. MAY THE FILTH CURSE YOU ALL. I USED THE WRONG ONE AND NOW I HAVE TO GET MORE. I HATE THIS REALM. Addendum 7850.2: Incident 7850 ALPHA During an observed SCP-7850-B and SCP-7850 interaction, a coyote wandered into viewing range of its enclosure. Before personnel could remove the animal, SCP-7850-B exited the object and upon noticing the coyote, hissed and immediately retreated back into SCP-7850. SCP-7850 then transmitted the following messages: I WAS WRONG I SEE NOW THAT THE FILTH HAS BEEN ALLOWED TO SPREAD UPON THIS REALM AND BLIGHT THE HIGHER FELINES OF IT. UNTOLD HELLS SCOURGE THESE LANDS, I MUST EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. Afterward, SCP-7850 made a loud, violent mechanical noise before beginning to lift upward. The object began radiating an immense amount of Gamma Radiation as cameras recorded a metallic aperture protruding from the bottom of it. SCP-7850 then launched upward at approximately 25km/s, entering the atmosphere in 11 seconds before it demanifested. Last known image taken of SCP-7850 Moments before demanifesting SCP-7850 broadcasted the following message: MAY YOUR WOES BE MANY, AND YOUR DOG DAYS FEW. No further activity nor sightings connected to SCP-7850 have been reported since this incident. Anomaly is pending reclassification. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7850" by MrBonesWildRide, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7850. Licensed under CC-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-CAT Author: Neeclick License: CC0 Source Link: https://pixahive.com/photo/sleeping-cat-in-the-forest/ Filename: liftoff.jpg Author: pxhere.com License: Public Domain Source Link: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/893750
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FlyPurgatorio SCP-7852: An emptiness, burned into the fabric of life Written by: FlyPurgatorio | Authorpage SwanTran4.2 Tool enabled Hi there, Anna Dubois! Welcome to the SwanTran Translation and Transcription tool. I am an artificial intelligence, here to make your filing and updating work a little easier! Your credentials allow you access to additional files. Updating… Item#: 7852 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Anna Dubois (Interim) Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A Special Containment Procedures: The doors accessing SCP-7852 are locked using a numeric code. Only personnel cleared by either Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek or Interim Site Director Anna Dubois are allowed entrance to SCP-7852 for containment locker retrieval. The entrance to SCP-7852 after initial clean-out of debris was completed. Personnel entering SCP-7852 are to wear the specialised containment suit to cover all non-anomalous clothing and accessories. Only anomalous items are allowed on the premises of SCP-7852 outside the suit. Containment lockers are not to leave office space designated for testing, and are to be returned upon completion of test. Description: SCP-7852 is the former office of Field Agent Jan Claessen, located in Site 312 in Nieuwegein. From 2002 to 2018, this office was used by Agent Claessen for assignments in the Netherlands. SCP-7852 contains a near-complete vacuum, capable of draining all batteries and power sources of electric energy on the premises. All non-anomalous items left in SCP-7852 are ejected into the hallway. SCP-7852 is currently used as a storage unit for containment lockers 1 to 10 due to its inherent dampening abilities. Discovery: Over the course of 2017 and early 2018, several reports were made by Site 312 personnel about maintenance issues at the site's office space. Period Summary of events Follow-up SCP-7852-a's effect 2017-OCT/NOV Temperature fluctuations were noticed by on-site personnel in the hallway, coming from SCP-7852. Mr. Gijs van Oosterbeek requested inspection of the heating and venting systems. Not recorded. 2017-DEC Dir. Anna Dubois noticed a strong draft going into SCP-7852. Dir. Dubois implemented a policy to check for closure of windows and vents. Not recorded. 2018-JAN Cluttering in the hallway outside SCP-7852. Dr. Ayse Demir volunteered to help Agent Claessen reorganise. First known ejection event. 2018-FEB Mx. Harrit Swanepoel heard “soft whining” coming from the office. Pest control audit found an infestation of mice.1 Mx. Swanepoel expressed concern about Agent Claessen's wellbeing to Mr. Van Oosterbeek. Note: Alongside these events, a change in Agent Claessen’s personality was noted by Site 312 personnel, including emotional responses and a “snappy” demeanour. Agent Claessen complained about a lack of trust in his capabilities when offered help. The existence of SCP-7852-a was proposed by Dr. Demir to explain a correlation between these reports and Agent Claessen when building inspections couldn’t determine an underlying cause. Going forward, the effects of SCP-7852-a on Agent Claessen's wellbeing are recorded alongside the relevant SCP-7852 activity. Period Summary of events SCP-7852-a's effect 2018 Week 10-12 Harrit Swanepoel noticed water damage on the floor and wall on several occasions. A leaking radiator was later discovered and replaced. Emotional outbursts. 2018 Week 13 Gijs van Oosterbeek reported flickering lights in the hallway. Several lightbulbs were replaced and the fusebox was serviced. Irritable behaviour and increased time spent writing reports. 2018 Week 14 Harrit Swanepoel reported a return of the water damage. A newly broken radiator pipe was discovered. Emotional outbursts. Note: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek attempted to engage Agent Claessen in conversation concerning their mental workload several times, but was rebuffed with concerns about clearance restrictions.2 Despite this, Van Oosterbeek introduced several alterations in work flow that indirectly decreased workload pressure for Agent Claessen. In reports to Director Dubois, Agent Claessen noted relief and "being able to better prioritise" as a result. Mx. Swanepoel spent several hours working on the technical infrastructure in SCP-7852, while engaging Agent Claessen in discussions about his family and Flemish culture. These unplanned tech updates were later reported to correlate with a decrease in activity in SCP-7852. Date Reporter Summary of events SCP-7852-a's effect Follow-up 2018-04-10 and -12 Gijs van Oosterbeek Heat coming from SCP-7852 Angry outbursts, “temperamental”. Deescalated outbursts with humour. 2018-04-16 Anna Dubois “Strong Draft” going in and out of office Late at meetings, tired. Dir. Dubois implemented a flexible schedule for meetings. 2018-04-18, -20, -23 and -26 Harrit Swanepoel Flooding coming from under the door leading to SCP-7852 Emotional.3 Mx. Swanepoel took several long walks through Nieuwegein with Agent Claessen. 2018-04-25 Ayse Demir Electronics plugged into electrical socket do not charge, but remain functioning with the same energy level. Increase of overtime worked. Several of Agent Claessen’s containment tasks were taken up by Dr. Demir. 2018-05-02 Harrit Swanepoel Informal complaint of “air pressure” or “thin air”. SCP-7852-1 N/A Note: A meeting was requested by Gijs van Oosterbeek in April to discuss the matter with Anna Dubois, Interim Director for Site 312, during her next monthly visit to the site. This meeting never happened due to the SCP-7852-1 event. On 2018-05-02, a fire broke out within Agent Claessen's office. Non-anomalous fire suppression measures were ineffective in subduing the fire. After initial shock subsided, it was noted that the fire did not cross the boundaries of the office space. During the fire, hereafter referred to as SCP-7852-1, all furniture and generic office equipment were destroyed. Foundation documentation and anomalous artefacts stored in containment locker 74 remained unaffected. Further inquiry established that the contents of containment locker 7 played no role in the SCP-7852-1 event.5 The specific trigger for SCP-7852-1 is unknown. No SCP-7852-1 event has taken place since, and building maintenance issues have subsided. Only items related to anomalous or Foundation efforts are allowed entrance to SCP-7852 as a precaution. To date, there is no indication as to the exact nature of SCP-7852-a’s origin, or how it latched onto Agent Claessen. An interconnection between anomalous and non-anomalous circumstances has been proposed, but due to ceased activity in SCP-7852, no further actions were taken. After the SCP-7852-1 event, Agent Claessen used a flex office for on-site work for the remainder of his tenure. Update 2019-07-01: Classification updated from ‘Safe’ to ‘Thaumiel’ as SCP-7852 has been repurposed as an on-site anomalous containment storage. SwanTran4.2 File Collection Complete Hi there, Anna Dubois! One additional file was located linked to this entry. Access to this document is allowed through your status as Interim Site Director, and may not be visible to other personnel. Please note that questions about access should be raised with your local RAISA office. Questions? Contact Harrit Swanepoel via the SwanTran Lifeline! Exerpt from Foundation Personnel Archive VIDEO LOG DATE: 2018-05-02 NOTE: This file was translated from Flemish to English for archival purposes. Original language file available upon request. MEETING SUBJECT: Evaluation of Agent Jan Claessen ATTENDING: Anna Dubois, Interim Director of Site 312 and Director of Site 583 Jan Claessen, Containment Specialist and Field Agent for Site 312 and Site 583 [BEGIN LOG] Agent Claessen enters Dir. Dubois’s office at Site 312. He looks tired, with a pale complexion and bags under his eyes. Dir. Dubois points to the chair in front of her desk. DUBOIS: Take a seat. Agent Claessen sits down. DUBOIS: How are you, Jan? CLAESSEN: Good, good. I’ve almost finished outlining the new Field Agent training manual for Site 583, and I’m on track for this quarter’s containment reviews. I’ve also considered your proposal for redistribution of anomalous item containment at Site 312, but haven’t worked out the details yet. All in all, I’m on schedule for this year’s goals. DUBOIS: Glad to hear it. Is that why you requested this meeting? Agent Claessen is silent for a moment. DUBOIS: How are you, Jan? CLAESSEN: I’m fine. Could use a vacation, I guess. But don’t we all? DUBOIS: You don't need to go through me to request vacation time. But I’ve had some reports – CLAESSEN: [Defensively] Is there a problem with my work? DUBOIS: There isn’t a problem with the quality of your work, but I am worried about the toll it takes on you. CLAESSEN: I – Agent Claessen looks away. DUBOIS: I’ve noticed you’re a bit tense lately. Not just with me, but also with colleagues. Including a vocal altercation with Gijs earlier this month. Pause. DUBOIS: I know he can be a little rough around the edges, but you don't usually let him get to you like that. Agent Claessen is visibly struggling to get his words out. He looks down to the floor. DUBOIS: We’re all just a little bit worried about you. I’m a bit worried about you. Is everything alright? CLAESSEN: I – I’m fine. I am fine. Pause. CLAESSEN: I have it all under control. DUBOIS: I never doubted that. CLAESSEN: It’s just Site 312. No Keters, no big treats. We don’t even have D-Classes to monitor. DUBOIS: Jan – CLAESSEN: I can handle that. I can handle it! DUBOIS: Jan, I know. It’s okay. CLAESSEN: It shouldn’t be an issue. It’s goddamned Site 312, it’s not dangerous. It’s barely a joke. What’s the worst that can happen? A stoner getting a scare over an unscheduled coffee shop refill? Pause. CLAESSEN: It shouldn’t be an issue. DUBOIS: But it’s just a lot right now, isn’t it? Agent Claessen gasps for air, and starts to sob. CLAESSEN: It feels like I can’t breathe sometimes. Agent Claessen sobs in silence for several seconds. CLAESSEN: I can’t fail. Agent Claessen starts to cry uncontrollably at this moment. DUBOIS: You're not failing. He grabs a tissue Dir. Dubois handed him. DUBOIS: You’ve done decades of amazing work for the Foundation. Stressful work, often while underfunded, and you’ve done amazing things. I don’t know where I would have been without you. Now does that sounds like failing to you? CLAESSEN: [Quietly] I know.. He wipes the tears from his face. DUBOIS: Wouldn’t it be nice to take some time off? A nice vacation with Jacqueline. Spend some time with the grandkids. Agent Claessen nods while staring at the floor. DUBOIS: Let’s do that. And in a couple of weeks, you and I are going to see what else you need. CLAESSEN: [Quietly] I don’t want to give up. DUBOIS: You’re not. You’ve given so much to the Foundation, it’s time we gave something back. Doesn’t that sound fair? Agent Claessen nods again. DUBOIS: Site 312 can survive for a while. You’ve made sure of that. Why don’t you go home early today? CLAESSEN: There is stuff I need to finish! I need – DUBOIS: Write them down. Make a list. I’ll make sure they get done, by me or the rest of the team. Dir. Dubois sits down next to him as they compose a short list of tasks. Agent Claessen visibly calms down during this interaction. DUBOIS: Are you feeling a bit better? She places a hand on his upper arm. Agent Claessen smiles weakly and nods. CLAESSEN: Can I – can I wait a moment in here? I don’t want them to see me like this. DUBOIS: As long as you need. [END LOG] Following this evaluation, Jan Claessen accepted 4 weeks of paid administrative leave, after which he started partial retirement. His current responsibilities cover auditing containment protocols of SCPs he contained during his tenure, and training new Field Agents. Although already qualifying for the Foundation retirement plan, Agent Jan Claessen requested to enter full retirement in mid-2019, stating a desire to oversee a full transfer of his responsibilities himself. Foundation Arbo arts6 and therapist Sterre de Veer agreed that this course of action would be beneficial to Agent Claessen’s mental wellbeing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7852" by FlyPurgatorio, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7852. Licensed under CC-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: Jan Claessen office.jpg Name: File:Interior view, looking north, of door opening on second floor main office space - Turpentine and Rosin Factors, Inc., Office and Warehouse, Lamar Ward, Savannah, Chatham County, GA HABS GA-2393-25.tif Author: Brockenbrough, William, creator License: Public domain Source Link: Wikicommons link, which is too long to fit the box. Additional Notes: Colour added by FlyPurgatorio. Footnotes 1. The report was mistakenly attributed to the infestation, which appears to be unrelated. 2. Director Dubois later noted that at this time, there was no relevant difference in clearance levels between Van Oosterbeek and Claessen. 3. Mx. Swanepoel declined to share the content of their conversations with Agent Claessen. 4. Although not accepted procedure, it was common practice to keep anomalous items subject to investigation in office space in between testing. This practice has been halted since. 5. For further details, see Internal Inquiry 312/7852. 6. Doctor specialising in health related to work, including burnout. Required under Dutch law.
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SCP-7853
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by J Dune I’m being followed ? call me Can’t, they’re right down the street who’s following you?? can you take a pic Tried it. Doesn’t show up. But I can see them what do you mean take a cab to my place No. I’ll keep walking. It won’t kill me in broad daylight in the middle of the city. It’s trying to get me alone joey wtf did you do?? hello? I need you to look up any and all information in the Foundation’s database on the Segreto crime family above class three security clearances CRIME FAMILY?? christ, ok found one. SCP-7853. hasn’t been updated since 2004. sending screens Item#: 7853 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-7853, artist's interpretation Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-7853 is presently unfeasible. Until such a method of containment is discovered, specialized Foundation Task Force N-77 (“Whack a Mole”) are to focus their efforts on documenting, researching, and investigating information related to SCP-7853 and the Segreto crime family. N-77 agents and informants embedded in the American Mafia are to undergo biotechnical augmentation for the purposes of active information monitoring. This process includes the implementation of discrete listening and recording devices, primarily in the ocular region. All agents are to refrain from engaging in active sabotage of criminal activities or other actions that may draw attention to themselves until a holistic understanding of SCP-7853 is achieved. Information related to SCP-7853 is classified to members of Task Force N-77. If this document is accessible to the Foundation at large [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: SCP-7853 is an anomalous method of execution employed by GoI-027, the Segreto crime family, to assassinate individuals that threaten their activities. Physical evidence of SCP-7853 has yet to be discovered, but known victims have corroborated a universal description of a component of the anomaly: a hulking, humanoid figure clothed in a trenchcoat, wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Its facial features are heavily obscured by shadow, save for the presence of red, luminescent eyes. This entity is invisible to all but the individual targeted by SCP-7853. Victims describe this entity as perpetually moving towards them at a steady pace. They are fully conscious of the figure’s location in relation to theirs at all times. Attempts to impede or slow the entity’s advance are futile, as victims describe the figure phasing through any obstacles placed in its way. Attempts to physically damage SCP-7853 invariably fail, potentially due to its incorporeality. SCP-7853 is reportedly capable of maintaining its own center of gravity, demonstrating this ability by walking on surfaces such as walls or ceilings if its path is obstructed. Completion of SCP-7853 results in the targeted individual suddenly disappearing, leaving no physical trace of their body, presumably killing them. It is assumed that this occurs when the SCP-7853 entity reaches the victim, but due to the nature of the anomaly, little verifiable evidence exists to confirm this. How SCP-7853 functions, whether it’s controlled remotely or is a sentient anomaly itself, and how targets are chosen remains unknown. All information regarding SCP-7853 has been obtained through Task Force N-77 agents embedded in organized criminal systems related to the Segreto crime family. All incidents suspected or confirmed to involve SCP-7853 also involved victims who were in conflict with the Segreto crime family. It is possible that interfacing with information regarding SCP-7853 increases an individual’s likelihood to be targeted by the anomaly. N-77 agents aware of SCP-7853 and involved in the creation of this document have reported seeing a figure consistent with descriptions of the entity, though none have experienced being pursued or followed by it. As of March, 2004, no Foundation deaths are suspected to have occurred as a result of SCP-7853. Fuck Yeah, that’s helpful this is what’s following you?? 1:1 seriously joey what did you do Put my nose where it shouldn’t have been a hell of a lot less carefully than I could have been what Site-22 has a big fucking problem, and I don’t know how deep it goes We’re selling X-908 to the Segreto family Our site’s the hotbed. Mass synthesis of X-908, trucks pulling up at night, Dr. Cooke’s private poker games. You go down one hole, you find two more. Made the mistake of talking to Cooke directly. I didn’t expect the fucking Mob to be involved hold on what’s X-908? Synthetic serum. Made from the same stuff we use to make amnestics, but way more unstable. Gives you antimemetic properties for about an hour. Foundation uses it for undercover operations. No one’s able to remember you, your face, or any memories they might have had of you. Seriously powerful stuff. Like you never even existed. and we’re selling this to the mob? Started putting the pieces together when examining Site workflow and how much of our allotted monthly resources were going into X-908 production. Think about it. Mob’s been in the public eye for the past few decades. Movies, TV shows, the RICO act. X-908 allows organized crime to remain organized in an age where your shits are data-harvested. Everything they do is a hell of a lot easier to get away with when no one knows you were even there why would the foundation need the money tho? Could be a personal operation. If this is something larger then we have to ask ourselves where all that fancy funding comes from does director ruggiero know? Don’t know. Dr. Cooke’s spearheading the thing, that’s certain. Some of the lab team too. Hartman, Volinski. But lots of faces I’ve never seen before. People I can’t find on the payroll I need you to get this information to Ruggiero. I was going to myself but then this fucking thing started following me what if ruggiero’s involved? won’t i be targeted for helping you? Shit Getting in a cab. Not going to stop it, but I need to think there’s an addendum. i’ll send it over now SCP-7853 was discovered during Task Force N-77’s investigation into GoI-027. An excerpt from the group’s Foundation intelligence dossier has been included below. GoI-027, also known as the Segreto crime family, is an organized crime group primarily operating in Pennsylvania, New York, and New Jersey. Unofficially referred to as the “Sixth Family” due to their powerful standing within the American Mafia, the organization has ties to an estimated 30% of known criminal activity in their locus of influence. This includes standard Mob operations, such as gambling, racketeering, trafficking, and theft, among others. GoI-027 is notable for its knowledge and usage of the anomalous. The use of paratechnology, targeting known Groups of Interest, smuggling anomalous objects, distributing anomalous drugs, and carrying out operations in populated Nexuses are further documented events that have warranted the organization’s GoI status. It is believed a portion of GoI-027’s members are anomalous themselves. The Segretos have managed to gain access to information confidential to organizations such as the Global Occult Coalition and the Foundation, leading intelligence to believe that the Segretos have exploited information security flaws in both groups. The existence of Segreto informants within the Foundation is presently being investigated. At the head of GoI-027 is an individual referred to as “The Duke”. The family’s structure and the identities of its members are largely unknown, though its overall origin can most likely be traced back to the folding of GoI-001, The Chicago Spirit, in the late 1940s. The majority of its history is lost, as American Mob culture has largely upheld the tradition of not openly speaking about GoI-027. Certain details regarding the family contradict themselves between sources, and Foundation informants have expressed fear over revealing information about GoI-027, potentially due to attracting the attention of SCP-7853. A number of Task Force N-77 members have succeeded in embedding themselves in GoI-027 or criminal organizations close to. Further intelligence reports are awaiting declassification. N-77. You ever hear of these guys? don’t think so. they probably went deeper if they found out there’s mob activity within the foundation itself. off the books yk That’s optimistic I think that thing’s speeding up. I can’t see it, but it’s about five blocks back If it can move faster I’m starting to think it’s just sadistic. Likes the chase. Probably knows I’m running now i’m putting all of this in a data packet. the file, the convo, everything. if you come over and log into my terminal, you can send it to the director Good idea. Absolves you of any excuse, barring the fact that I used your computer how close are you Five minutes on foot. Get a drink ready The following is a sample of known incidents involving SCP-7853. Date: 1991/11/01 Victim: Rocco “Rocky” Lombardi Description: High profile Mob disappearance. Lombardi had reportedly had sexual relations with the wife of a Segreto Caporegieme. Lombardi made several telephone calls to his peers panicking that he was being followed by an individual matching SCP-7853’s description. Soldiers stood guard at his compound, but could not see the assailant, even when Lombardi pointed directly to the entity. Lombardi drove off in his car in an attempt to escape, and was officially declared missing a week later. Presumed dead as a result of SCP-7853. Date: 1995/04/27 Victim: Nicostrato Mazzanti Description: Mazzanti owned a prominent casino chain on the east coast, and became targeted by the Segretos after a dispute over earnings resulted in the deaths of several GoI-027 associates. Mazzanti reported flying from the United States to Italy in an attempt to flee SCP-7853. SCP-7853’s pursuit occured for over a week, and allegedly involved a crazed Mazzanti acquiescing to Segreto demands before being caught and presumably killed by the entity. Date: 1998/09/04 Victim: Enzo “Zombie” Rosiello Description: Details of prior conflict with GoI-027 are unknown. Rosiello was noted to be a highly aggressive individual, and his continued operation was considered a massive risk for the Mob due to his frequent outbursts and sporadic killings. Rosiello believed he was being followed, and attempted to attack the assailant in broad daylight. According to bystanders, Rosiello fired several shots into the air that quickly disappeared. After a struggle, Rosiello disappeared after being dragged into a back alley by an unknown force. you read these yet Last one’s interesting. If those bullets really disappeared, the entity must have taken them, right? If it’s not phasing through an object, it can be interacted with physically Maybe there wasn’t enough time for it to react PLEASE do not try to fuck with this thing file’s ready get here asap please joey joey are you there This is Evan Giochno, Captain of Task Force N-77. A task force that no longer exists. It’s March 13th, 2004. I’ve been on the run for two days. I’ve been investigating the Segreto family for the past decade of my life. And according to my memory, I’ve been doing it alone. But that memory’s wrong. There are names I can’t remember. People whose faces don’t register in my mind. Work I didn’t write that’s sitting in front of my face. It’s a family photo with everyone cut out. Except for me. The last documents I know I didn’t write were uploaded two weeks ago. In those two weeks, Task Force N-77, a group of 77 Foundation personnel investigating the Segreto crime family, has been whittled down to one. And I can’t tell you a single thing about any of those people I risked my life with. It’s picking us off, and it’s making it seem like we never existed. And my mind believes it. But then I look at the mounds of work sitting in my office that I don’t remember writing, or the equipment that I could never operate, and I know it’s a lie. It won’t stop until I’m dead. Until the only thing left of this team is a spare room that no one’s entered in years, and a file that no one has the clearance to access. I’m holed up on-site right now. Guards armed to the teeth. They know what’s happening, but it doesn’t matter, it’s still coming for me. And once I’m gone, they’ll all forget. No one’s going to remember what they were assigned to protect, or that any of us existed. Not like I remember them either. I declassified the file. Level 4 clearances. If this gets lost in the shuffle, start asking questions. We were all real. joey please you need to read this SHIT holy fuck are you okay?? I’M finE just hurt i shot it you fired off a shot in the middle of nyc? are you fucking stupid waited until it was clsoe paced around your building shot it in the knees and the bullet hit but people still heard obv guy tackled me fucked up my leg. got away b biting him did you kill that thing?? no it just took the fucking shot like a tank joey please read what i just sent there’s an addendum that was reverted right after it was edited in. from the captain of the task force. last thing added to the page i’m fucking hurt ill be there in a minute please. it makes no sense, pls read it what the Fuck oh god of course it’s the fucking compnd the isomer? YES. the problem before was that this thing still left evidence behind, just like any other hitman. no body, no proof, but people still remembered wht if u could make the memories disappear too? X-908 can. mob uses it on themselves to stay underground, but if you use it on other people but it only lasts for an hour you said? yeah, and then ur pulled back into reality. everyone else’s brains recheck themselves and the memories come back. if you kill something that’s imperceptible, it’s not going to return. that effect’s going to linger. there’s NOTHing to be brought back it’s the closest you can get to being erased entirely god that’s fucking good fucking hell joey. are you here yet? in the lobby 227, right? fuck sarah sara imj shot tranq or somethign im in lobby im dontt what the fuck respond to me not a bullet what the fuck Who is this? shit Hi, who is this? The dread settles in as Dr. Joseph Wren realizes what he’s been shot with. The faces in the lobby do not acknowledge him. If they do, they just as quickly forget and move along. SCP-7853 moves closer. Halfway across the lobby now. Still that same, steady walk. Wren knows it’s futile, but he limps to the elevator as fast as he can. He pushes the button to the third story rapidly. 227. Just need to get to that terminal. In the corner of his mind’s eye, he knows that SCP-7853 is closing in. It’s walking up the walls. Wren fondles his hip. Pistol’s still there. He contemplates swallowing it. No. Need to get to Sarah’s room. If he does, he can still send the file regardless of whether or not she’ll remember him. Get it to the Director. Get it to everyone on Site-22’s payroll. Pull the rug out on those bastards. He’s not afraid of dying anymore. He’s afraid of failing. The door opens. Wren runs as fast as he can down the hall. Just a few more seconds. He’s focused. So focused that he’s completely neglected to notice that SCP-7853 has phased through the wall behind him. Wren turns the handle, but it’s too late. He didn’t even get to scream. The game is over. Dr. Joseph Wren, and every memory of him that’s ever existed in the minds of his friends and family, has been wiped from existence. The door to Junior Researcher Sarah Capula’s apartment creaks open. She shut down her computer a few minutes ago, confused as to why she was cataloging data on SCP-7853. A grin spreads across her face when she notices something in her peripheral. Sarah: Come on in, tough guy. I’ve always wanted to see what you look like. SCP-7853 enters the apartment, phasing through the door. The two stare each other down. Sarah: Terrifying. I figured you might have had something to do with this when I saw the past hour of text messages I couldn’t remember sending. Colleague of mine? SCP-7853 does not respond. Sarah: (Shakes head) I’m never getting used to this. I didn’t realize we were doing this with X-908, now. Very impressive. Horrible way to go out, you know? (Pauses) You probably didn’t even need me to lure him here, but Cooke doesn’t tell me shit. Silence. Sarah pulls out her cell phone to call Director Ruggerio. After some ringing, the director picks up. Director Ruggerio: Speak. Sarah: Director, do you know a Dr. Joseph Wren? Director Ruggerio: Uh, I don’t think we have a– Oh… (Laughs) Sarah: Didn’t know they were doing hits with this stuff. Scary, isn’t it? Director Ruggerio: Always is. These bastards step into some deep shit. Just wish I could remember who they were after the fact. Wonder how deep he got. Sarah: I want my cut. Director Ruggerio: Relax. Is our friend there? Sarah: Dick Tracy? Yeah, I’m looking at him. Director Ruggerio: Great. Well, give him my regards. The Duke’s getting double on his next shipment. Bailing us out yet again with his royal enforcer. Sarah: Does he speak? Fucker hasn’t said a word since he walked in. Director Ruggerio: The fuck would I know? I’ve never seen the guy. You don’t see him unless you’re– SCP-7853 fires a shot of X-908 at Sarah Capula. The impact of the bullet stuns her. She tries to mouth something, but words don’t come out. She drops the phone to the ground, and falls out of her seat, struggling to crawl away. SCP-7853 approaches her, and in seconds, she’s gone. Maybe she was a liability. Maybe she wasn’t. The fact remained that she read that document to Wren. She could have lied. She was told to lie. But it’s been taken care of now. This operation can’t afford to leave loose ends. Elsewhere, a confused Director Julian Ruggerio hangs up his cell phone, realizing that he was talking to nothing at all. SCP-7853 exits through the window, and makes a descent down the side of the apartment, returning to parts unknown. The Duke keeps his court well-kept. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7853" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7853. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Bohart Cooks the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ !SITE-333 EMERGENCY NOTICE! CONTAINMENT BREACH ALERT: SCP-7855 DATE: 22/12/23 ALL SITE-333 PERSONNEL RECEIVING THIS NOTICE ARE TO CONVENE IN THE ON-SITE CONFERENCE ROOM FOR AN EMERGENCY BRIEFING AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Faliure to appear for briefing may result in insufficient knowledge for effective response to the ongoing containment breach, and cause severe effects to the individual's body, mind, or possessions; potentially including but not limited to confusion, bodily harm, financial losses, loss of identity, loss of vision, increased cholesterol, recovery of vision, associated fines, metaphysical de-existence, nausea, headache, indigestion, upset stomach, etc. SITE-333 SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE WARNING: CAMERA BATTERY LOW. Footage Date: 22/12/2023 Time: 5:48 pm [Tony Catalano, Leonora Morales, and Noah Patel are seated in three of the few non-broken chairs within Site-333's conference room. The trio are engaged in conversation around a large punch bowl filled with a vaguely cream-coloured liquid in the centre of the table. The room is decorated with a series of shoddily prepared Christmas decorations consisting of vaguely-snowflake-shaped paper chains, strips of wrapping paper cut, twisted, and hung up in an attempt to replicate tinsel, and a small cactus that has been capped with a Santa Claus Hat. Tony is in the process of scooping the beverage within the bowl into a mug that reads "Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee!"] Tony Catalano: So any of you see Vincent on the way in? What's the deal with this anyhow? Leonora Morales: Not sure, but I passed by the kitchen and something in there smells like it's burning. This better be important, I had just got nestled in to watch a migratory colony of puffins coming in to roost. They've been cursed by the Fae Tyrant, Queen Mab to sing with the voices of the dead. What's the point of having a vacation form if we're just going to be called in anyway? Tony Catalano: It makes Vincent feel powerful. Leonora Morales: He better get this on with quick, those puffins are crepuscular. Noah Patel: Eww. Leonora Morales: Not what you think it means. How was JerseyDevilCon going? Noah Patel: It went well. We had our roundtable to present findings and then the annual DevilHunt. There were five of us still there when I left, which is a pretty good-sized crowd. The Jersey Devil didn't show up though. Tony Catalano: How would that have even happened? Noah Patel: We put flyers up. The Jersy Devil's in Jersey, hence the name, right? So it's bound to see them eventually. Although I suppose maybe it wouldn't be able to read English. We probably should have thought about that ahead of time. Leonora Morales: Noah, what exactly is it that you do? Noah Patel: Oh, all sorts of stuff. How was your day going, Tony? Tony Catalano: I'd say I can't complain, slept in, had brunch, but then I got a call from the in— [Vincent Bohart enters the room with a candy cane stuck in his mouth. Seeing the assembled individuals, he inadvertently sucks inward, causing it to slide further in and obstruct his trachea. He quickly coughs, ejecting the candy cane onto the conference table.] Vincent Bohart: What the hell are you people here for? Tony Catalano: You called us in. The emergency alert? We've all been waiting for you. Vincent Bohart: Oh, yeah. That's all been taken care of. False alarm. Great work everyone, very prompt response time and all that. Leonora Morales: Wait, what?! Vincent, I was planning that field trip for months! Vincent Bohart: I'll give you all an extra gold star on your performance reviews. Tony Catalano: So I've been sitting in rush hour traffic for an hour — on one of the handful of vacation days we can take off — for no reason? Vincent, I'm missing dinner with the in-laws for this! Vincent Bohart: Hey, blame Atlantic City, or the electrician who installed the alarms. I knew the old system was fine. Do you know how much of our operational budget that costs us? Tony Catalano: Yes. I'm the one who does the budgets. Anyway, I'm not complaining. They were threatening to bring over ham and turkey meatloaf, like in the same log. Honestly, I'll toast to being here. [Tony drinks from his mug, before coughing the thick liquid up] Tony Catalano: Newborn baby Jesus, what the fuck is this? Vincent Bohart: Eggnog. Vincent Bohart: It's mostly rum though. The eggnog was expired. It helps with the taste. [Tony Catalano pinches his nose and takes another gulp. Noah Patel proceeds to also scoop up some of the liquid into a glass.] Vincent Bohart: Not that I really care, but Noah should you be drinking that? Are you over 21? Noah Patel: I'm 32. Vincent Bohart: Huh, really? Noah Patel: It said so on my birthday party invitation last month. I gave you the card. You said you couldn't come because you had an important thing that weekend, then asked me to remind you which weekend you'd be having that important thing on. Tony Catalano: Wait, Vincent what are you doing here? Vincent Bohart: My oven crapped out, so I came here to make dinner. Leonora Morales: [Leonora motions with her hands towards the paper chains] And decorate? These weren't here before, Vincent. Vincent Bohart: [Shrugs] Keeps the interns busy. It's this or having them dig holes on the beach. Noah Patel: Oh, that reminds me. I found that watch you had me looking for there. Leonora Morels: So this wasn't some elaborate ploy to lure us all here, under the guise of a containment breach — which, I'm sure violates several Foundation codes — to serve us whatever you've been cooking in a room that looks like it's been decorated by a kindergartener? Vincent Bohart: You think I'd want to spend more time with you people? Tony Catalano: Well, we're here now, and I don't intend to leave. Whatcha got cooking, Vincent? [Vincent Bohart stares blankly towards the group for several seconds.] Noah Patel: You okay, boss? Vincent Bohart: I… I, uh. I don't know. Tony Catalano: You were telling us about the chow and just spaced out for a minute. What're you cooking? Vincent Bohart: I don't know. Tony Catalano: What do you mean you don't know? Vincent Bohart: I know I was cooking… something. But I can't recall what. Leonora Morales: He's probably just been breathing in some fumes from all the old baked-on gunk the oven's got. We really need to start cleaning that thing. Tony Catalano: It's self-cleaning, isn't it? Noah, go check it out before Vincent burns the Site down with an overcooked ham or something. Noah leaves the room as Vincent takes his seat, the group makes idle conversation for a minute before Noah returns. Leonora Morales: So, what's for dinner? Noah Patel: I don't — I don't remember…. Item#: 7855 Level2 Containment Class: unknown Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Cooking Procedures: The meal is kept within a fifty (50) by fifty (50) by twenty-five (25) centimetre conventional oven for a period of four (4) hours at four hundred and twenty-five (425) degrees Fahrenheit. Access is via a slightly jammed door that really only opens if you pull up first and then outwards. Site personnel are NOT to use the blender, toaster, or coffee maker while the oven is on, to avoid blowing a fuse, again. It is further advised that all personnel preparing food or eating within the vicinity should maintain a good distance from the oven due to how much heat bleeds out around the edges. Description: SCP-7855 is currently being cooked by Director Vincent Bohart, within Site-333's employee kitchen. Conversation with the aforementioned individual, as well as other attempts to discern what is in the oven, have not yielded a definitive answer. Personnel are unable to recall any details regarding SCP-7855 when not preparing or cooking it directly. To clarify: How Vincent Bohart originally acquired SCP-7855 is unknown. The reason behind the cooking time, temperature, and method used, are unknown. SCP-7855's physical appearance, texture, flavour profile, and relevant wine pairings are unknown. Whether the burning smell noticeable near SCP-7855 is a result of the item, or the oven itself, is unknown. Why Vincent Bohart chose to cook whatever SCP-7855 is in the communal staff kitchen, is known: he's a short-sighted jackass. Although they were not able to describe the sensory experiences of cooking SCP-7855, Site-333 personnel uniformly agreed that the experience was "making them hungry." Individuals began to prepare non-anomalous food for group consumption while SCP-7855 cooked. After a period of time that Vincent Bohart determined "seemed about right." SCP-7855 was removed from the oven. This is presumed to be the case due to the uncleaned baking tray left in the Site-333 kitchen sink. SITE-333 SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE WARNING: CAMERA BATTERY LOW. Footage Date: 22/12/2023 Time: 8:19 pm The group sits around Site-333's conference table, as snow continues to settle outside. Half-eaten, mundane, recognizable foodstuffs spread across the table. Several new wine stains are visible on the chairs. Vincent Bohart: So there I was, behind the blackjack table, trying to deal out the cards while the goat's trying to chew through my pocket to the stack of $100s I'd stashed there. And the 8'-fuckoff" Wrath demon is glaring down at me, and I say to them 'well, I heard they've got a roasted goat leg going over at the buffet, so you must have missed the sacrifice.' Tony Catalano: How'd that work out? Vincent Bohart: Fella was so pissed he hit on a 19. Broke the table in half. I slipped out the back door with the chips while he took off after his startled furry friend. Noah Patel: Is that why you were transferred from Site-666? Vincent Bohart: No, that's a whole different story. What about you, Leonora? Any memorable holidays this time of year? Leonora Morales: I once spent Christmas on the Faroe Islands, in a single-person micro tent eating cold canned beans and taking samples of bird shit to check for anomalous parasites. Tony Catalano: Jeez, okay, you win the worst Christmas award. Leonora Morales: That was my favourite Christmas memory. Tony Catalano: Real Hallmark holiday special, there. Leonora Morales: Laughing Okay, favorite Christmas movies, go. Tony Catalano & Vincent Bohart: Die— Leonora Morales: And you can't say Die Hard! Vincent Bohart: Die Hard with a Vengeance. Tony Catalano: Not actually a Christmas movie, it takes place during the summer. Vincent Bohart: You gotta be shitting me. Okay, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Reminds me of growing up. Leonora Morales: Watching the film or its events? Vincent Bohart: Both. What about you, Noah? Noah Patel: The Grinch. It's rare you see accurate cryptids depicted in the media. Tony Catalano: Isn't that— Vincent Bohart: Oh, let him have this one. It's the season for it. Leonora Morales: And, uh. How are we feeling about the 'it' we just ate? The group looks towards the center of the conference table, where a picked-clean serving platter sits empty surrounded by an array of smaller tableware and cutlery. Tony Catalano: I mean, it wasn't bad. Certainly no worse than the Christmas meatloaf I'd be eating tonight otherwise. Noah Patel: How would you describe the texture? I can't recall. Was it… spongey? gristly? Leonora Morales: Both I think? The gravy certainly helped. As did the cranberry sauce. I think whatever I ate was more of a soup. Vincent Bohart: Huh, I was chewing something, that I know. Wait. Noah Patel: Yeah? Vincent Bohart: I kind of, wow. Tony Catalano: What is it, Vincent? Vincent Bohart: I remember the flavour, I think. Just a little. Leonora Morales: Well, go on then. You cooked the thing so it seems about fair. What do you remember? Vincent Bohart: It tasted like chicken. Site-333 Christmas tree, employee break room. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Text-Based Communications Log: 25/12/2023 — 11:33 am (EDT) Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Tony Catalano: Happy Holidays, everyone! Noah Patel: Merry Christmas! Leonora Morales: Thanks again for cooking dinner, Vincent. Vincent Bohart: Don't expect me to make a habit out of it. Tony Catalano: As strange as it feels to write this, I kind of actually…. had a good time? Leonora Morales: Yeah, me too. Well, I suppose we can avoid writing you up for misuse of the Foundation emergent breach channels, Vincent. It is the holidays, after all. Vincent Bohart: I don't appreciate the slander. Leonora Morales: Slander is written, this is libel. I'm using speech-to-text. Vincent Bohart: You're liable to be getting a disciplinary report for insubordination. Tony Catalano: There's the Scrooge we know. Noah Patel: Have any of you felt kind of off the last few days? I have and I'm wondering if it has to do with what we ate. Tony Catalano: Maybe a little bloated. Leonora Morales: What did we eat? Vincent Bohart: Oh yeah, I figured out what was going on there. Leonora Morales: You're just telling us this now? Noah Patel: Was I right it was a turducken? Vincent Bohart: Gas leak. Tony Catalano: What? Vincent Bohart: Major gas leak. Like off the charts, the oven was free-pouring it into the site. Tony Catalano: One-day-old Christ. Seriously? Vincent Bohart: That's not even the half of it. It turns out everything on site: the oven, the boiler, the furnace, the hot tub, everything that heats up, is powered by burning sewer gas. We had an agreement with a group calling themselves the 'Plumbers,' which saved us a lot in heating costs. Vincent Bohart: This isn't natural gas, it's natural gas, and chances are it's been leaking for a few weeks now. The whole Site is like a dry Christmas tree in a chimney. Leonora Morales: Thank god we stopped Noah from flaming the pudding when he burned himself. Tony Catalano: Or that the damn rat didn't set it off. Vincent Bohart: Yeah, so any way that's the reason for the season. Leonora Morales: So how are we just now learning about this? Vincent Bohart: Oh. One of those interns must have messed around with the monoxide detector or something when they triggered that breach alarm. Tony Catalano: That doesn't explain anything. Vincent Bohart: Mysteries of life. Anyway, they need some time to fix the oven and pump all the gas out of the old building. Vincent Bohart: So I suppose you're all getting an extra week of vacation. Happy Holidays. As for me… Vincent Bohart: Has set out of office reply: On the way to Vegas. See you in the New Year. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7855" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7855. Licensed under CC-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: Tree_1.jpg Name: broken christmastree Author: Produnis License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Link: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Broken_christmastree.jpg
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close Info X This article contains content on sensitive historical subjects ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a content warning ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7856 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Upon encountering SCP-7856, utilization of any visual-oriented equipment is prohibited within its immediate vicinity due to the damaging nature of SCP-7856's anomalous effects on optical technology. All cases of civilian encounters with SCP-7856 are to be treated with Class-B amnestics within the first 24 hours of exposure before being transported back to the nearest point of active civilization. All instances of SCP-7856-1 are to be treated with respect and decency in keeping with SCP-7856's historical background. If the anomaly is encountered by Foundation researchers or operatives in the field, personnel are not permitted to ask SCP-7856 what it was doing between the years 1938 – 1945. (Please see Agent Stanfeld’s report on Operation SIDEBAR). A German-built locomotive of the same class as SCP-7856 Description: SCP-7856 is the spectral manifestation of a Deutsche Reichsbahn’s Class 52 locomotive. The manifestation measures approximately 656 ft or 200-meters in length and possesses an observed average travel speed of 30 mph or 48 kph. However, it can rapidly accelerate to well over 120 mph or 193 kph in the span of 0.4 seconds. Comparatively, even the world’s fastest combustion-engine supercars require four times this amount of time just to reach half of the same speed. It should likewise be noted that contemporary locomotives of SCP-7856's specific type can only achieve less than half of its observed maximum speed and only within the span of a much longer buildup period. The manifestation of SCP-7856 is singular in nature, only comprising one locomotive of the same appearance, a train engine carrying 10 passenger coaches of late 1930s design. While there is no set timeframe or season in which SCP-7856 appears, there are set locations. The anomaly has so far only appeared in mainland Europe. It is most frequently sighted between Germany and Eastern European countries such as Hungary, Austria and the Czech Republic. However, Poland is the only country in which it has been found to manifest with a high enough frequency to match its manifestations in Germany. It strictly manifests anywhere within a 50-mile radius of any abandoned train station. When the station was constructed or abandoned do not seem to matter so long as the location is no longer frequented by human beings. Persons either knowingly or unknowingly entering the 50-mile radius considered 7856’s area of effect or AOE will not necessarily encounter a manifestation of the anomaly. Containment personnel have observed that those simply walking through the area are consistently left alone. However, persons under distress, specifically those being pursued into an AOE by a potential threat such as a hostile assailant or wild animal will promptly activate 7856’s manifestation response. Prior to receiving amnestic treatment, civilians who witnessed 7856 state that the train seems to appear as if out of thin air, often with the door to its nearest coach already open to them. They are then possessed by a strong compulsion that they will be safe if they come aboard and proceed to run inside, at which point SCP-7856 will immediately accelerate at high speed away from the source of the danger. Most of those taken onboard remain conscious of the journey ahead for no longer than an average of 1 minute. The reason for this remains unclear. They eventually wake up safely a varying period of time later at the abandoned train station that lies at the center of the anomaly's current AOE. From there they can safely proceed to the nearest point of civilization such as cities, small towns or farming communities. Since 7856’s discovery, the Foundation has excluded pertinent reports such as those made by Einsatzgruppe VI, SS-Oberführer Erich Naumann from being released to the public via the Nazi War Crimes Disclosure Act of 1998. Given the aforementioned statement, it should come as no surprise to Foundation researchers not familiar with SCP-7856 that this specific anomaly is at least suspected to have been involved in the events surrounding the systematic extermination of two thirds of Europe’s Jewish population as well as other groups targeted by the Nazi regime. Examination of captured transportation records held by SS Death’s Head units confirm the existence of a train matching the description of SCP-7856 being assigned to the “delivery of undesirables” at various concentration camps from October 1938 – February 1945. Records also show the same train being utilized intermittently by Einsatzgruppe VI and Einsatzgruppe C for “supply rendezvous” and “special activities” following the respective German invasions of Poland and Soviet Russia. Researchers assigned to 7856’s containment over the last several decades are still unsure how the manifestation came to exist given that it is modeled after an inanimate object, very much outside the traditionally accepted view of what can possess an animating force or soul (with exception to confirmed anomalies under Foundation monitoring). Currently, theories abound among Foundation personnel familiar with this SCP as to whether it raises the question of an afterlife for inanimate objects. However, the primarily accepted theory which will be shared later in this report suggests that the manifestation is not the result of a single inanimate soul but multiple animate entities operating in tandem. This was only further substantiated following the eye-witness testimonies of those who managed to stay conscious for longer than 5 minutes while aboard, which will be included later in this file. Discovery: The existence of SCP-7856 was officially made known to the SCP Foundation shortly after an incident that occurred on the evening of October 10th, 1961. The first recorded contact with the anomaly took place after two teenage boys attempted to escape from their hometown of Müncheberg in Märkisch-Oderland, East Germany. The boys were attempting to reach East Berlin by car and from there intended to cross through a well-known weak point in the Berlin Wall to West Berlin. However, on the night of their attempt, a third member of their party who was secretly a Soviet informant exposed their plans to the local authorities. A pursuit party from the police was dispatched to apprehend them. A brief car chase ensued that led to the pursued teenagers crashing into the edge of a forest between Müncheberg and the town of Strausberg. From there, they attempted to escape on foot into the forest with the authorities close behind. The following is an interview with one of the teenagers, Anton Krause, and Foundation researcher, Dr. R. Lanza regarding the events of the encounter. The interview was conducted in German and has been translated into English. 7856-Interview #2 Interviewer: Doctor Robert Lanza Interviewed: Anton Krause Date: 10/11/1961 <Begin Log> Dr. Lanza enters the interview room where Krause is already seated. Dr. Lanza: “Good morning, Anton. I hope you don’t mind if I ask you a few questions to-” Krause: “It was just there. I don’t-, I don’t know what else to say. It was just…there, right there parked in the clearing…like it was waiting for us or something. I don’t know. It didn’t scare me at first. It just felt like it made sense to go in. I was only scared when we woke up in the middle of nowhere. That’s when things started coming back to us. We were really freaked out after that. We-” Dr Lanza: “Anton, calm down. I haven’t asked you anything yet.” Krause: “But-, I-…” Dr. Lanza: “Relax, we’ll get to that. Hot chocolate?” Krause: “…Yes-…yes please.” Dr. Lanza hands Krause one of the cups of hot chocolate he carried into the interview room. Krause takes a few sips and visibly calms. Dr. Lanza: “Better?” Krause nods. Dr. Lanza: “Good. Listen, I know yesterday you saw something you’ve been struggling to understand. You were up all-night babbling about it from what I heard. You won’t have to worry about that for long.” Krause: “Pardon?” Dr. Lanza waves a hand dismissively. Dr. Lanza: “Let’s start from the edge of the forest. You and your friend crashed into a tree and went on foot into the woods. What happened next? Take it nice and slow.” Krause: “We-, we were-…wait, where’s Felix?” Dr. Lanza: “Recovering from his injuries in the room next door. I just saw him. He was a little troubled like you seem to be but he’s fine now.” Krause nods hesitantly and pauses. Krause: “He has family in West Berlin. We heard it’s better on that side of the wall. We were trying to reach them, but-” Dr. Lanza: “Never mind that. The forest, what happened after you went into the forest?” Krause visibly tenses again. Krause: “We ran for a bit, felt like the whole KGB was on our heels with how many dogs and police they sent after us. We got to this ravine. Felix fell down to the bottom, broke his leg. I had to carry him. I don’t think I got very far. The police almost had us when I saw this clearing. There were a lot of lights in it. I ran straight there thinking it was a house. And what do I see there except…” Dr. Lanza: “A train?” Krause: “…Yeah, a train.” Dr. Lanza: “And what did this ‘train’ look like?” Krause shrugs. Krause: “I don’t know, like-, like a train. A normal train, just old. It looked really really old, like something my father would’ve driven.” Dr Lanza: “Your father?” Krause: “He was a conductor during the war.” Dr. Lanza: “A conductor?” Krause: “Yeah, 4th Army. And don’t look at me crazy. He may have driven trains, but he didn’t drive ‘those’ trains. He just handled getting troops from here to hell holes like Minsk and Smolensk. He didn’t-…he-…” Dr. Lanza: “I know. Trust me, Anton, I know all about your dad and I know all about you. I just wanted to see how honest you’d be with me. Now, what else did you see?” Krause: “You…know everything? Are you-…wait, did we-…” Dr. Lanza shakes his head. Dr. Lanza: “No, the Soviets didn’t catch you. You’re in much safer hands now, trust me.” Krause: “…CIA?” Dr. Lanza: “Anton.” Krause: “Right, right, plausible deniability and all that. Well, so long as you’re not torturing me for answers, I guess it’s alright. Like I said, it looked old, about three decades out of place. The train engine in the front was mostly black with some red highlights that I can remember. It had ten, maybe twelve coaches in the back, probably about 200-meters long overall. We found it sitting on some train tracks but, from what I could tell, they only went as far as its wheels did. Everything else around it was grass. It’s like the whole thing was just sitting on a piece of railway that went nowhere.” Dr Lanza: “Were there any identifying markers on the side of it? Numbers, signs?” Krause: “With how hard they were coming after us, I didn’t really have time to look at it, but I don’t think I saw any, at least not any that stuck out to me. There were some curtains in the windows.” Krause pauses. Dr. Lanza: “Anton?” Krause begins to wrap his arms around himself in a self-comforting gesture. Krause: “I think-…before we ran in, I think I saw…people…in the windows.” Dr. Lanza: “And what were these people doing?” Krause: “Staring…at us…but not in a creepy way. It’s more like they were just passing by, and happened to see us. They looked, I don’t know, worried.” Dr. Lanza: “Can you tell me anything about their appearance? How were they dressed? Did they say anything to you?” Krause: “No, I didn’t see or hear much of anything. I just didn’t have time to pay attention to them. What I can say for sure is that I saw people of different ages in there, men, women, children. They were just watching us. For some reason, I know-, I can feel it.” Dr Lanza: “Feel what?” Krause: “They were waiting for us, almost like how you’d stop a bus if you saw someone running after it. It was as if the whole train was there just for us. Maybe it was. Either way, I got hit with this strange feeling that I absolutely needed to get onboard regardless of what I thought. I went straight up into one of the coaches. Felix was with me. We got in and, well, I’ll put it this way: I never saw anyone else get off.” Dr. Lanza: “The compartment was empty?” Krause: “I don’t know what else to tell you, sir. We got to look through the other coaches too. The people we saw just weren’t there anymore. We checked under the chairs, in the baggage areas. Nothing. We thought they all agreed to jump out right before we came in, but that didn’t make any sense either. There’s no way that many people could move that fast.” Dr. Lanza: “How many people do you think you saw?” Krause: “They weren’t a small group, that’s for sure. I think it was probably close to a hundred.” Dr. Lanza: “On the whole train?” Krause: “Per coach. They looked like they’d been crammed in there, no better than a bunch of sardines. God knows how they managed to fit that many people inside.” Dr. Lanza: “What about the train itself? Was it moving by this point?” Krause: “Moving? Well, to be honest with you, a word like ‘moving’ doesn’t really do any justice to what that thing actually did. I’ll tell you what, now I know what an artillery shell sees when you shoot it out of a cannon. It was like a bullet. The second we got on, the doors all closed and we were shooting off with the same speed of those new jet fighters America’s been making. Maybe even faster. Strangest thing is we didn’t even feel any of it. It didn’t knock us off our feet or anything. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it wasn’t moving at all, only to get motion sick the second you looked outside. We couldn’t believe it, neither of us. How do I say it? There was-, there was no…” Dr. Lanza: “No motion?” Krause: “Yeah, that.” Dr. Lanza: “…Interesting. What happened afterwards?” Krause: “After that, we-, we-, ugh, we sat down. The next thing I know, Felix is shaking me awake on the boarding platform of this old train station. We were the only ones there. Imagine that, being alone at an old station in the middle of the woods at night. Doesn’t paint a pretty picture, does it? I mean, I just about lost it at that point.” Dr. Lanza: “Sounds about right. We found you boys wandering around a town that wasn’t too far from there. So, you don’t have any memories of what happened after you two sat down?” Krause: “…No.” Dr. Lanza: “Well…apparently neither does Felix. Seems to me like both of you dozed off and got dropped off.” Krause: “How? We were the only ones there.” Dr. Lanza: “Were you?” Krause stops to consider the question and shivers slightly. Dr. Lanza: “Alright, I think that’s almost the last question I have for you. I still have two more, if you think you can handle them.” Krause: “I don’t know what I can handle right now.” Dr. Lanza: “Let’s find out.” Dr. Lanza proceeds to open his personal folder revealing various black and white photographs of German train types dating between 1804 – 1961. He lays them out in front of Krause and points to each in turn. Dr. Lanza: “Did it look like any of these?” Krause examines the pictures for approximately 20 seconds before settling on the image of a Deutsche Reichsbahn's Class 52 steam locomotive produced in late 1938. He then points at the picture with a notedly disturbed expression. Dr. Lanza: “That one?” Krause: “No mistaking it. This one just has the identification numbers and signs on it. Other than that, I’d say they’re basically the same train.” Dr. Lanza: “Interesting. Tell me, did you see anyone here?” Dr. Lanza points to the cab at the back of the train engine. Krause: “The cab? No. I think it was the only part of the train that didn’t have any lights on. It was too dark to say who was behind the controls, if there was anyone at all.” Dr. Lanza: “I see. Well, Anton, I think that’s all we need. Don’t worry, we’ll be releasing you and Felix together very shortly. Then you can both forget all about this.” Krause: “Thank-, thank you, ugh, I-, I never got your name.” Dr. Lanza: “No, you didn’t.” Dr. Lanza gets up and moves for the door. Krause: “Wait. If you don’t mind me asking, sir, where are we now?” Dr. Lanza pauses. Dr. Lanza: “West Berlin.” Dr. Lanza smiles back at Krause who faintly returns the expression before the doctor leaves the interview room. <End Log> Note: Anton Krause and Felix Bauman were both administered Class B Amnestics before being cleared by Foundation personnel and returned to the general populace of West Berlin. However, further investigations into SCP-7856 as well as its anomalous manifestation and transportation capabilities are still ongoing as of this interview. Addendum A: Following the first confirmed encounter with SCP-7856, the Foundation undertook preliminary measures towards threat assessment and containment. Small observation posts disguised as ranger stations were placed around the forest where the anomaly was first discovered with the intent to identify its general movement patterns and behaviors. This was quickly proven redundant when there was a second confirmed case of a person encountering SCP-7856. The encounter took place outside the city of Wolfsburg in West Germany when a farmer fled from a female Eurasian Brown Bear after he had stumbled across her cubs. The mother bear chased him into a field in the municipality of Tappenbeck where SCP-7856 manifested in front of him. Similar to Krause and Bauman, he felt strongly compelled to run inside and was able to escape from the bear. He later woke up at an abandoned train station on the outskirts of Wolfsburg, close to his home. This marked a change in the by then still sparse information the Foundation had compiled regarding the anomaly's behavioral patterns. Unlike the previous case with Krause and Bauman, the farmer had only travelled 3 miles or 4.8 kilometers from where he had initially been transported. He went to inform the police of the incident but was laughed out of their station as they believed him to be a “drunkard”. Foundation infiltrators, however, managed to take him aside for further information. In an interview, he stated that his only thought when he encountered SCP-7856 was getting back home to his wife. He was administered Class B amnestics before being allowed to return to his family with a proper cover story. Another encounter was identified two weeks later that again shifted the Foundation’s paradigm on the previously growing consensus of SCP-7856's movement patterns. In the city of Lublin, Poland, the young daughter of a local official had managed to escape a group of human traffickers who intended to capture her and hold her for ransom, doing so with the help of SCP-7856. She was later found by local police at an abandoned train station on the eastern city limits some 2 miles or 3.2 kilometers away from where she had initially disappeared. This marked the first time that SCP-7856 had manifested in the middle of a heavily populated urban area, eliminating the theory that the anomaly only manifests in isolated regions. Clandestine questioning was carried out with several individuals who were within the immediate vicinity of the incident, including the testimony of the daughter herself as well as her attempted kidnappers who were now in police custody. According to the interrogation reports, none were able to see or hear the train except for the girl herself. The kidnappers stated that she “suddenly started walking on thin air for a few steps before disappearing entirely”. Moreover, drivers within the vicinity who were presumably heading in the opposite direction of SCP-7856 reported no disturbances whatsoever. Considering that if the anomaly was fully solid and not transient, its passage would have led to the destruction of oncoming traffic and a mass casualty event amounting easily in the hundreds, marking this discovery as substantial. This suggests that SCP-7856 possesses the ability to allow only those it intends to rescue to see or perceive its existence while also possessing a purely spectral form. Once aboard, an individual is likewise believed to be briefly converted into a similar state without their conscious awareness. Following the Lublin incident, all witnesses involved received Class B amnestics. In the wake of the first three encounters, the Foundation placed personnel on observation duty around the three aforementioned stations, both to keep watch for SCP-7856 and to search these sites for reasons as to why the anomaly selected these locations. No noticeable causes were ever identified save for the obvious commonality that each site was an abandoned train station. More encounters with SCP-7856 followed similar formats to these first three cases. From these connections, the Foundation was able to come to a number of new conclusions. SCP-7856's motivations are seemingly entirely altruistic. The anomaly can sense the perilous situations of those it is trying to save so long as the scenario occurs within 50-miles of an abandoned train station. The train station must not have any active human occupation or usage just prior to the manifestation in order to be used as an anchor point for SCP-7856's AOE. SCP-7856's manifestations were confirmed to be completely contained to Europe as there have been no other encounters with the entity anywhere else around the world. From this point forward, the Foundation concludes that SCP-7856 is not a dangerous anomaly. It received the object class designation ‘Safe’ following the reaching of a consensus by dedicated researchers in March 1967. Actual tests using D-class personnel were not authorized and conducted until June of the same year due to budgetary constraints as well as the rapid rise in attrition rates for more critical D-class experiments observed in 1967. The first test was to ascertain as to whether SCP-7856 can sense the intentions of those it saves in terms of a destination they may or may not have had in mind just prior to its manifestation. During both the Müncheberg and Wolfsburg incidents, SCP-7856 seemed to transport those it had rescued to train stations that were within close proximity of the locations they were thinking of while they were still in danger. However, during the Lublin Incident, the daughter of the government official had no destination in mind aside from a safe place to hide from her pursuers. She was subsequently placed in the station that served as the closest anchor point for the anomaly's area of effect. For this test, two D-class personnel, D-971 and D-322 were brought within 40 miles of an abandoned train station near the town of Helmstedt. The station was especially selected since its 50-mile radius did not intersect with any other abandoned stations in the region, ensuring that the test subjects could only be taken to that location if they had no clear destination in mind. The D-class personnel were told to keep East Berlin in mind as their destination. They were then each provided with helmet-mounted recording equipment before having approximately 20 pounds of raw meat attached to their persons. Previously captured wild dogs were then released and forced the two D-classes to flee in the direction of the Helmstedt station. However, no manifestation of SCP-7856 ever occurred. Ultimately, both D-971 and D-322 were both hunted down by the pursuing dogs and killed. Research staff quickly took note of the new finding and wondered as to why the anomaly did not manifest for the two D-classes. A new question was soon raised as to whether SCP-7856 has a functional consciousness and/or sense of morality as well as an ability to sense the previous actions of any person within its area of effect. Both D-971 and D-322 were convicted serial killers from West Germany with a combined criminal record of 23 cases of first-degree murder and a combined sentencing of over 390 years of incarceration. The Foundation conducted a second test using a newly inducted Foundation operative, Agent Louis Stanfeld, who had no prior criminal history. It was his first mission. He was given the same treatment as D-971 and D-322 by being strapped with raw meat and given a helmet-mounted camera as well as a shot of adrenaline to increase his stamina. He was allowed to keep his service pistol for safety reasons as well as to test whether a person’s ability to defend themselves was a consideration for SCP-7856 prior to making an appearance. Agent Stanfeld was dropped off at the same 40-mile distance from the train station near Helmstedt and was given a 1-minute head start. He was on the move for approximately 2 minutes when SCP-7856 appeared in a nearby clearing. However, it was at this point that Stanfeld’s camera equipment began to malfunction. He managed to run inside the first coach wherein his camera system failed and shut down. He was discovered 20 minutes later sleeping on a bench at a train station near East Berlin, the destination that researchers had told him to keep in mind as he performed the operation. In his after-action report, Stanfeld confirmed that he was awake for at least 6 minutes after his camera failed. During this time, he noticed at least several persons in different parts of the train dressed in clothing indicative of trends that were prevalent in 1930s – 1940s Europe. However, whenever he tried to approach them, they would quickly disappear. This changed shortly after the 5-minute mark. Around this time, he spotted a young woman sitting down in the third coach and was able to successfully approach her without triggering a disappearance. This was the first recorded case of an interaction between Foundation personnel and an instance of SCP-7856-1. He managed to strike up a short conversation with the instance during which he learned her name, ‘Katalin’. He was later able to identify her language as Hungarian which he was partly familiar with. The instance of SCP-7856-1 proved surprisingly open to the interaction and was able to hold a formal conversation with Agent Stanfeld for exactly 1 minute. Unfortunately, Stanfeld failed to garner any specific information out of Katalin of pertinent value to Foundation goals and eventually succumbed to the anomaly's exhausting effects. From these two tests, research staff concluded that SCP-7856 does possess something akin to a moral compass as it was willing to appear for an individual who was otherwise innocent of the crimes of those it refused to save. Also confirmed was its ability to sense the intended destination of those it rescues which is equally matched by its capacity to respond to their desires. Next was its willingness to intervene on behalf of those in need of rescue regardless of their ability to defend themselves, suggesting that both their relative innocence and presence within its AOE is sufficient to trigger a manifestation. Lastly was the first encounter with an instance of SCP-7856-1 which substantiated prior accounts of sightings of other persons onboard taken from those rescued by the train. As the nature of the anomaly became more apparent with each encounter resulting in the rescue of individuals or groups of individuals from strenuous conditions, the Foundation pursued a far less aggressive containment strategy than previously utilized. Nevertheless, plans were made to attempt another encounter with more instances of SCP-7856-1 for longer periods. It was hoped that these instances would be more willing to divulge greater information about the train the longer the person onboard remained awake. Operation SIDEBAR was authorized on January 25th, 1968, with the intention of once again coming into contact with the entities aboard SCP-7856. The operation would again rely on Agent Stanfeld getting onboard a coach and remaining awake for as long as possible with the goal of interviewing as many instances as situationally feasible. This time, only audio-recording equipment was provided to test if the anomaly's effects were strictly relegated to visual-oriented devices. On the day of the operation, the same scenario of feral dogs being sent after a meat-ladened Stanfeld was relied upon. He was allowed his service weapon as well as administered additional shots of adrenaline. The result was the same and SCP-7856 manifested at the edge of a nearby swamp just 3 minutes after the operation commenced, further confirming that a person previously saved by the train can be rescued once again, even under the same circumstances. Agent Stanfeld was able to remain awake for 15 minutes before succumbing to the train’s exhausting effects. Below is the translated audio taken from his time aboard SCP-7856 as part of Operation SIDEBAR. Included are details extrapolated from his after-action report to provide further operational context. Operation SIDEBAR – Mission Audio (Transcript): <Begin Log> Agent Stanfeld enters the coach second from the front of the train just prior to its departure. He tests his audio equipment to confirm that it remains functional. He then looks up at the door that he entered through. On the inside of it above the window are inscribed two short sentences written in German: ‘Für diejenigen, die ich nicht sagen konnte. Für diejenigen, die ich nicht retten konnte. ’ The phrase in English translates as: ‘For those I couldn’t tell. For those I couldn’t save.’ Stanfeld moves towards one of the seats and sits down for the next 5 minutes, during which time he sees multiple instances of SCP-7856-1s moving to and fro among the other coaches but not interacting with him directly. After the 5 minute-mark has passed and the train’s anomalous exhausting effects have not taken hold, Agent Stanfeld takes note of a smell he would later describe as bitter almond. Shortly after making this observation, he is approached by an instance of SCP-7856-1 that appears as a little boy in clothing indicative of the 1940s. The boy speaks to him in German, introducing himself as Anselm. Stanfeld notes the presence of a distinctive odor emanating from him. Anselm: “You’re strange, stranger.” Stanfeld: “Oh, and why’s that?” Anselm: “How are you still awake? Nobody usually lasts this long. Even you didn’t last this long last time.” Stanfeld: “So, you were watching me the last time I came aboard?” Anselm shrugs. Anselm: “We all were.” Stanfeld: “We?” Anselm: “Come on, there’s no way you missed them. We’ve been here the whole time. See, my mom’s sitting right next to you.” Stanfeld looks to the window seat beside him and sees nothing. Anselm: “Give her a minute, she’s watching the view.” Suddenly an instance of SCP-7856-1 appears beside Stanfeld, a middle-aged woman with a look of displeasure. Anselm: “There she is.” Anselm’s Mother: “Ansi, why don’t you go hang around your father for a moment.” Anselm: “But-” Anselm’s Mother: “Go.” Anselm sighs before waving goodbye to Agent Stanfeld and vanishing into thin air. Anselm’s Mother: “That boy. Anyways, if you don’t mind me asking, who are you and how come you’re still awake?” Stanfeld: “I guess you guys are used to people knocking off early on these things.” Anselm’s Mother: “It’s the train. It has that effect on people we pick up, which is why I don’t understand how you’re still talking.” Stanfeld: “I took a few things before I came here to keep me going. Listen, I’m sure you’re as curious about me as I am about you. I have a few questions myself. I hope it’s not a problem if I run a few by you.” Anselm’s Mother: “I’ll answer yours if you answer mine. You don’t strike me as the terrified, normal kind of person we usually get aboard. Why are you here?” Stanfeld: “To learn more about you. Well, you and everyone on this train.” Anselm’s Mother: “Everyone?” Stanfeld: “Yes.” Anselm’s Mother: “Then you might be here for a while.” At this point, Stanfeld begins hearing voices all around them. He looks and finds that the once empty seats in his coach are now all filled with SCP-7856-1 instances, many of whom are either conversing among themselves or paying close attention to him. Stanfeld: “Oh man, where do I even start with this?” Anselm’s Mother: “That’s still not everyone. Not even close. These are just the ones who wouldn’t mind a bit of conversation with a stranger.” Agent Stanfeld is unsure of whether she is referring to passengers in the other coaches or if there are even more instances in the same coach that he cannot perceive. Among those he can see are different instances of various ages. Stanfeld takes note of two young women talking and giggling as they look at him, an elderly man with a thick beard, a man wearing a Soviet officer’s uniform and a younger man with a dark circle near the center of his forehead, possibly a scar. Stanfeld: “…Okay, let’s figure this out one step at a time. Can I ask your name?” Anselm’s Mother: “…Adina. You’ve already met my son. He’s usually the most eager to meet new people if he gets the chance. That’s why you saw him first.” Stanfeld: “I see. Where’re you from?” Adina: “Munich. At least I used to be. Wouldn’t say I can call it home now.” Stanfeld: “Really? I’m from Munich myself. Which part?” Adina: “Alstadt, you?” Stanfeld: “Ah, you’re from the older parts. Me, I grew up close to the Frauenkirche.” Adina: “Did you? Well, I didn’t think anything in that area would still be standing after all this time.” Stanfeld: “What do you mean?” As the question is posed, Adina becomes visibly perturbed and begins to withdraw from the conversation. Adina: “It doesn’t matter, it’s not my life anymore.” Stanfeld is confused by this comment and moves to ask more questions, only to find that Adina is no longer there. Not long afterwards, another of the SCP-7856-1 instances with the appearance of a young man with a scar approaches him and sits down in a neighboring seat. He addresses Agent Stanfeld in Hungarian which he is partly fluent in. However, Stanfeld finds that he does not need to switch languages to understand and communicate with him. Young Man: “Before you ask, it’s József. József Balogh.” Stanfeld: “Alright, József, nice to meet you. I’m-” József: “Agent Louis Stanfeld. I know. I got ahold of your wallet the first time you came here. So, what do you want to know, Louis? All I’ve got on my hands is time.” Stanfeld: “Right…why don’t you tell me about yourself? Where’re you from, how’d you get here and…how’d this ‘train’ get here?” József: “Well-well-well, I feel like I’m being interviewed for the morning paper right now, not that it’s a problem. First off, ‘here’ isn’t really the right way to see it. We honestly speed to too many places all the time to say that. I don’t know if I want to spill anything more about that last question, but I can give you some scraps about myself. Maybe if you’re smart, you’ll connect the dots.” Stanfeld: “I’ll try.” József: “…I was from a small town, Freistadt, Austria. Ever heard of it?” Stanfeld shakes his head. József: “No? I wouldn’t suppose you would’ve. I was a carpenter there, even an occasional pickpocket when times were hard. I had this girl I liked; Lana was her name. I was planning to get married to her. Her father didn’t like that. He told me to buzz off, so she told him to buzz off too, and he did. At least for a while. Then the Jackboots came. Lana, she…tried to hide me and my family in her barn. Her father, well, he led them straight to us.” József proceeds to look out the coach window to the forest passing outside. József: “You know…sometimes I find myself wondering about things…” Stanfeld: “Like?” József: “…I wonder if she’s still waiting for me.” József looks back to Stanfeld. József: “By the way, do you know what time it is out there?” Stanfeld: “Ugh, around two o’clock.” József: “No, I meant the date. You know, the year?” Stanfeld: “It’s currently January 25th, 1968.” József pauses to consider this for a moment. He then turns to look out the window again before speaking in a low voice. József: “A whole 24 years, huh? Well…that’s something…” Stanfeld: “József?” József looks back at him again with a pained expression on his face that he quickly tries to hide. József: “Guess we could look at the bright side. Lucky for her I like older women .” Stanfeld: “József, you mentioned something about Jackboots. Can you tell me more about that?” The pained expression suddenly returns to József’s face as he perhaps unconsciously begins to rub the circular scar on his forehead. József: “Huh…yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I? My mistake.” József gives another smile before disappearing entirely. As Stanfeld tries to plan out his next interaction, the SCP-7856-1 instance with the appearance of a Soviet officer stops beside his seat. He addresses Agent Stanfeld in Russian. Stanfeld is not fluent in Russian whatsoever but is somehow able to understand exactly what he is saying and respond in German without any notable difficulty in cross-language comprehension. Officer: “You asked all the wrong questions to all the wrong people. So, let me try. I have one for you, ‘Agent Stanfeld’. With a name like that, you’d definitely know the answer.” Stanfeld: “Can I get a name first?” The officer frowns sharply and crosses his arms. The action unintentionally allows Stanfeld to spot two patches on his shoulders with the respective Cyrillic print outs: ‘Leytenant I. Fedorov’ & ‘242nd Rifle Div. – 900th Rifle Regt.’ Fedorov: “Did you lose?” Stanfeld: “What?” Fedorov peers down at Stanfeld more intensely. Fedorov: “The fact you’re even talking to me right now is a pretty solid sign of it. But I want to know for sure. I want to hear it from your own mouth. Answer me. Did…you…lose?” Stanfeld does not respond, eventually prompting Fedorov to throw his head back in a cackling laugh. Fedorov: “Hah, you did! So, it was actually worth something after all! I’ve got to tell Yuri about this!" Stanfeld: “But I didn’t say anything.” Fedorov: “And if you’d won, you would’ve! That’s just how you all are. Thanks for that, Stanfeld! You just about made my…well, however long it’s been.” Fedorov walks off, laughing some more, only to be interrupted by Anselm as he comes running past. The bad smell makes a noticeable return, briefly overpowering the coach’s scent of bitter almond. Anselm: “My father said I could come back and talk to you for a while. I was just wondering…do you have any chocolate?” Stanfeld: “Chocolate?” Anselm: “What’re you, a scratched record? Yes, chocolate. Please, I haven’t had any in so long.” Stanfeld: “When’s the last time you had some?” Anselm: “I don’t know, before we got here. So, do you have any? Please-please-please?” Agent Stanfeld decides to conduct a test by taking out a Moser Roth chocolate bar and handing it to Anselm. Anselm takes it without issue and begins removing the wrapping, suggesting that the instances aboard are able to interact with objects that have origins outside of SCP-7856 seemingly without issue. Anselm continues biting into the chocolate as he hurries off for a neighboring coach. Stanfeld: “What, not even a thank you?” Anselm stops to smile at him with chocolate-covered teeth. Anselm: “Thanks! I’m going to go share some with my friends now! Come again soon, and make sure you bring some more!” As Anselm hurries off, Stanfeld takes stock of those who are still inside of the same coach, zeroing in on the two gossiping girls sitting nearby. Stanfeld: “Hey, quick question. I was just wondering about the kid. Do any of you know why he smells so…” Girl 1: “Bad?” Girl 2: “Yeah, he can’t really help it.” Both girls are speaking in Polish which Stanfeld is decently familiar with. However, during their conversation he still understands certain words and phrases that he had no prior knowledge of as he continues to communicate in German. Stanfeld: “Why’s that?” Girl 1: “He…doesn’t really like showers.” Fedorov: “None of them do. And to be honest, I don’t blame them. All they made me do was starve. Speaking of which,” Fedorov walks off towards the neighboring coach where Anselm had run off to. Fedorov: “I wouldn’t mind some chocolate myself.” Stanfeld: “You guys have showers on this train?” Neither Girl 1 nor Girl 2 say anything. Upon further inspection, the entire coach has gone quiet. Girl 2: “…Hygiene’s not that important to a lot of us anymore. Let’s leave it at that.” Stanfeld: “Right, okay. Let’s switch topics then. What’re your names?” Girl 2: “Beata.” Girl 1: “Aldona. Nice to meet you, Louis.” The two girls giggle together. Stanfeld: “Please call me age-, anyway, don’t worry about it. So, I’d assume you two are from Poland?” Aldona: “Wow, József was right. It does feel like an interview.” Stanfeld: “It is…just not for the morning paper. More like the evening news.” Aldona: “Ooh, a nighttime radio special. Alright, well, since you asked nicely, I’m from Lublin. I was an opera singer. I wanted to be on Broadway someday.” Beata: “Warsaw. Not a singer but I was good at making the enemy sing if you know what I mean?” Beata makes a gesture of a rifle with her hands. Stanfeld: “The enemy?” Beata: “Yeah, you know. The-” Aldona nudges Beata in the shoulder and shakes her head, gesturing back in Stanfeld’s direction. Beata sighs and nods in agreement. Beata: “Anyway, that was a long time ago if what you told József is true. It doesn’t matter anymore. I did what I thought was right. No one could have asked anything less of me. We didn’t do too bad for a bunch of half-starved gutter rats either.” Aldona nudges her again and Beata stops talking. Aldona: “So, what about you Louis? What did you do before danger brought you to the train?” Stanfeld: “Wish I could tell you I work for a talent marketing agency. Maybe then we could see if I could get you on Broadway. Wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” Aldona: “What, to give you a performance right here, with my hair looking like this? Yes, that would be bad. Besides, I can’t even dance as I’d like. My legs are still limp. I had a bad fall when I was younger. I can’t really put on the kind of show I’d want to, but I can still steal it in my own little way.” Stanfeld: “Then why not give it a try right here?” Aldona blushes for a moment before, with some goading from Beata and a few other instances, putting on a rendition of the La Vie Parisienne operetta, produced by French Composer Jacques Offenbach in 1866. Notably, some of the other instances appear to join in using perfect French, including the elderly, bearded man that Stanfeld noticed earlier. Aldona finishes her performance to a round of applause from everyone, including Stanfeld. Stanfeld: “Well done. I think we might just hire you.” Aldona: “Thank you, but you, monsieur, still haven’t answered my question.” Stanfeld: “Which is?” Aldona: “What did you do before you came here?” Stanfeld: “Me? Like I said, I work for the news. We broadcast all the time looking for the best stories to tell. I figured, what better tale is there than getting swept away on a mysterious train with people from all around the world?” Elderly Man: “Not really all around the world, just Europe. Thankfully that’s about as far as they ever got, for the most part anyway.” The SCP-7856-1 instance with the appearance of an older, bearded man stands up on a cane to addresses Stanfeld in French, a language he is fully unfamiliar with and still fully understands as it is spoken. Elderly Man: “I’m Pierre. I think I might be one of the oldest of the folks on this little engine we call home. As you can tell, I am a proud Frenchman…even if not everyone saw it that way at the time. By God, Stanfeld, how you people managed to land me in a trench twice over is a mystery to me, even if it’s one I’d rather not solve. Anyway, I’m just glad it’s over.” Stanfeld: “What’s over?” Pierre: “Why, what else my son? I saw Fedorov already prodding you about it. I guess my victory celebration is coming a little bit late, but hey, as the English say, better late than never.” Pierre dances happily to himself as others goad him on. As he does so, Agent Stanfeld notices a faint scar running across his neck as well as friction marks around his ankles indicative of rope burns. Upon finishing, he extends a hand to Stanfeld. Pierre: “How about it, friend? Want to dance?” Stanfeld: “No thanks, I’m not really the dancing type.” Pierre: “Well, everyone is at some point in life. I just became one afterwards.” Stanfeld: “I see…” Stanfeld begins looking around in search of the specific SCP-7856-1 instance he held a conversation with during his first time on the train. Stanfeld: “I hope this isn’t a problem if I ask this but do any of you know a girl named Katalin? I spoke to her the last time I was here. I was wondering if she was still-” Beata: “You spoke to Katalin?” Stanfeld: “Yes, before I-” Aldona: “Oh wow, that’s so nice. I’m glad she got to have a little chat with someone before she left. She always did like to keep to herself.” Stanfeld: “Yes, well-…what do you mean left?” The coach grows quieter as Aldona leans closer. Aldona: “She left. You know, moved on?” Stanfeld remains quiet in an attempt to invite further explanations. Pierre: “Ladies, I don’t think he knows what we are.” Beata: “He has to. He’s been talking with us this whole time. There’s no way he can be a radio broadcaster and be that aloof.” Aldona: “Let’s put it this way. She’s no longer on the train. After you were saved that night, she was free to leave.” Stanfeld: “Why’s that?” The coach grows quieter. Pierre: “It just is. We’ll each be here until it’s our turn.” Stanfeld turns in the direction of the closest door to the next coach and finds it already open. Beyond it are more SCP-7856-1 instances conversing in their seats. At the end of the coach is another door which leads out towards the train cab. The cab itself is dark with no visible light sources. Stanfeld: “Can I speak with the conductor?” No response is given from any of the other SCP-7856-1 instances in immediate proximity to Agent Stanfeld. Stanfeld gets up and walks down the passageway towards the cab without any attempts being made to stop him. He reaches the door leading to the cab and looks inside. In the dark, he spots the back of a figure sitting behind the controls. He identifies it as an old man with white hair wearing a conductor’s cap. However, he cannot make out any further details. As he tries to lean for a closer look, he suddenly loses the desire to do so mid-step. He takes several steps back before he returns to normal. He again tries to walk towards the cab only to lose the desire once more. He keeps pushing on regardless before being suddenly repelled by an invisible barrier which he later describes as possessing a taut, plastic-like consistency. After further attempts to breach through this barrier and to even make contact with the conductor prove unsuccessful, he takes one last eyeful of what little he can see of the conductor’s appearance before returning to the second coach. Stanfeld: “Why can't I get to him?” Pierre: “None of us can. It just is what it is.” Beata: “It’s been that way ever since we came aboard. It can’t really be helped.” Stanfeld: “You-…you all chose to come aboard?” Aldona: “Yes…the second time anyway…but not all of us. Some were just involved in things happening around the train, you know?” Stanfeld: “…But who is he? The conductor I mean.” Pierre: “He…is the train.” Stanfeld: “What?” Pierre shrugs. Pierre: “I am me, you are you and he, if you can really call it that, is the train. We can’t really explain it any better than that. We can sense him, and what he is. We assume he can do the same.” Aldona: “Feels a lot like looking in a mirror to be honest, but the glass is so dark that you can’t really tell if it’s your own reflection or someone else’s. That’s what it’s like whenever one of us decides to take a peek in there.” Stanfeld looks around to see if anyone else has a better explanation, but none come forward. He then decides to switch topics. Stanfeld: “Can anyone here at least tell me how old this train is or where it came from? That’s something I need to know before we reach our next stop.” No answer is provided from the instances present. Whether they are unaware of SCP-7856's origins or simply do not wish to disclose this information remains unknown. Stanfeld: “Okay, how about you all then? You told me you came aboard, but are you trapped here?” Beata: “Trapped? No, we wouldn’t call it that.” Pierre: “If you’re sitting in a hospital waiting to see a doctor, you wouldn’t call yourself ‘trapped’, would you? I’d describe it more like that really.” Stanfeld: “Alright, so, what’s the plan here then? Why is this ‘train’ carrying you all and why’s it been doing it for so long?” Pierre: “It carries us until its purpose is complete. Until then, it remains. I wish I could explain it to you better but…it’s not something you can really explain.” Stanfeld: “…Alright then, next question. If you know this much then tell me.” Aldona: “What is it, Mr. Broadcaster? Shoot away.” Stanfeld: “…Where did this train go and what was it doing between the years 1938 to 1945?” Agent Stanfeld placed the question after having read SS Oberführer Erich Naumann’s report prior to the operation. The report is attached later in this file. At this point, all conversation throughout the entire coach, and if further extrapolations from the mission audio are to be considered, all conversations throughout the entire train completely cease. In his after-action report, Agent Stanfeld commented on a “heavy atmosphere” taking over the space as the instances of SCP-7856-1 begin staring at him. Then, one by one, they start to look away almost ashamedly, slowly disappearing one after the other until the entire train is empty. Agent Stanfeld senses a trembling sensation from the locomotive itself and hears a loud groan akin to the sound of metal yielding under stress. He suddenly blacks out before waking up some time later atop the boarding platform of an abandoned train station. The station lies just on the outskirts of his intended destination: Munich. <End Log> Note 1: The bitter almond smell noted by Agent Stanfeld just prior to the mass manifestation of the SCP-7856-1 instances is known to match the scent profile of the cyanide-based pesticide, Zyklon B. Note 2: All named individuals encountered during Operation SIDEBAR were later researched by Foundation personnel assigned to SCP-7856's containment. With access to state records from several countries, as well as cross-references with descriptions provided by Agent Stanfeld, each instance of SCP-7856-1 was linked to a person who was either confirmed killed or reported missing between the years 1939 – 1944. Note 3: No attempts to identify the ‘conductor’ of SCP-7856 via preserved transportational records were successful despite an in-depth account by Agent Stanfeld regarding identifying features. Addendum B: Following Operation SIDEBAR, several theories have been formulated by Foundation researchers as to SCP-7856’s overall nature and objective. Due to the interactions observed between the SCP-7856-1 instances, it is speculated that each instance is in fact the postmortem intelligence or ‘soul’ of individuals with fully intact recollections of their previous lives. These were once people who, at one time or another, were either taken aboard or died near the train during and even prior to the events of the Second World War. The conditions under which they came to be aboard 7856 remain unknown, but based on their descriptions of what is required for them to leave, it is believed that the train serves as a kind of voluntary, mobile purgatory for the lost souls onboard. Later successful attempts shortly after Operation SIDEBAR to get aboard 7856 add credence to this theory as the agent in question asked to speak to József Balogh, to which he was informed that that particular SCP-7856-1 instance had “already moved on”. Further anomalous effects were also recorded in the form of reciprocal cross-language comprehension. Not only was Agent Stanfeld able to seamlessly communicate with the other entities onboard the train who spoke languages he was only partly fluent in, but he was also able to do so with those who spoke languages with which he had no familiarity whatsoever. This was despite Stanfeld later reporting that at no time during his encounter did he speak to any of the SCP-7856-1 instances in any language besides German. As for 7856’s motivations, there are two prevailing theories. The first is that the train will keep manifesting itself to save innocent lives fleeing some sort of peril for as long as it can before it concludes that its “purpose” has been fulfilled and discontinues its manifestations. The second, deemed somewhat more plausible given the conversation captured by Operation SIDEBAR, is that SCP-7856 will continue to manifest itself to those in need until it has saved just as many people as it transported to their deaths or assisted in their demise between October 1938 – February 1945. Foundation research suggests that the anomaly is carrying out a form of soul exchange with a 1 to 1 ratio wherein every innocent life saved is an instance aboard the train that is allowed to “pass on”. Whether the anomaly is an aggregate manifestation of the will of those it carries or if the train itself has a postmortem intelligence of its own is still debated. As of February 1st, 1968, new containment procedures have been drawn up for SCP-7856. These include the use of newly established security camera networks, motion sensors and speedometers to provide 24/7 surveillance within proximity of all abandoned train stations in mainland Europe. Also in place are rapid reaction teams based within various localities that feature both high numbers of abandoned train stations and high population densities. Any case of a civilian encounter with 7856 will thereby be able to be detected early on in order to enact immediate retrieval, amnestic treatment and effective return to populated areas. Further containment procedures are still under review up to the present date but remain unnecessary for the time being. Addendum C: Since 1961, SCP-7856 has saved approximately 8,573 people with over 1,000 more rescues suspected, its activities peaking in the years prior to the fall of the Berlin Wall. As of November 20th, 1991, sightings of the anomaly have been rarer but continue nonetheless. Report By SS Oberführer Erich Naumann – Einsatzgruppe VI & Einsatzgruppe B: In his report obtained by the SCP Foundation, Erich Naumann, a senior SS commander, addressed the service history of a particular train, supplementing its use under his detachment of the Einsatzgruppe alongside reports of its concurrent utilization by Death’s Head Units or Sonderkommando. The train in question was nicknamed “Holzhackmaschine” by Schutzstaffel personnel familiar with the transport, translated to English as “Woodchipper”. The exact train number has been redacted. (WARNING): For those research staff that may not be able to tolerate the dehumanizing perspective presented by Naumann, feel free to continue past this report. Schutzstaffel Command Staff – For Immediate Release Einsatzgruppe VI & Einsatzgruppe B – Former SS Oberführer Naumann, Erich May 24th, 1944 To: Prinz-Albrecht-Straße, Berlin In the Name of the German People, I write this report to inform any whom it may concern of the history of both honorable service and potential hazards of the Special Activities Train #[REDACTED] known among our rank and file as ‘Woodchipper’. Train #[REDACTED] proved to be an exceptional asset at the outset of its construction. Its first service to the will of the people and the Führer occurred prior to the events of October 27th - 30th, 1938. It was prepared and deployed in the Polish Action for the cleansing of the state from 17,000 Polish Jews, assisting in the transport of at least 1,200 of their kind to the border with Poland. From November 9th - 10th, 1938, Train #[REDACTED] served in the glorious victory over the enemies of the German people that we now remember fondly as the Night of Broken Glass. It assisted with transporting 3,000 of the 10,000 Jews taken to our Dachau installation out of the 30,000 we managed to extract during that outbreak of vindicated vengeance. This marked the beginning of its role as a part of the train circuit assigned to the camps. In the Fall of 1939, following our invasion of Poland and our repossession of the land stolen by the Poles, Train #[REDACTED] assisted in transporting both 3rd Army Wehrmacht reinforcements and SS personnel of my Einsatzgruppe VI as part of special operation Tannenberg, the liquidation of the Polish Elite. Shortly thereafter, it contributed its transportation services to the removal of the feeble populace infesting Poland’s hospitals. October 1939 to May 1940 saw it performing admirably in the deportation of Austrian and Czech Jews to Poland where Command authorized the establishment of ghettos Piotrków and Lodz to contain their kind until further liquidation details could be arranged. In mid-June, the Sonderkommando took greater control over the transport to facilitate the first intake of Polish political prisoners at the newly established Auschwitz installation. Later in November, it lent its service to transporting tens of thousands of undesirables to the ghetto at Warsaw. Following our invasion of Bolshevik Russia, Train #[REDACTED] was used in late September 1941 by Einsatzgruppe C to transport ammunition for SS personnel en route to the special liquidation action at Babi-Yar near Kyiv, resulting in the elimination of 34,000 undesirables. It was shortly after this operation that the first of a long list of strange occurrences was noted. On September 30th, while on a supply run to a storage depot, the conductor began experiencing difficulties with the controls. The brakes began to intermittently engage without any input on his part or any sign of obstructions on the railway. However, the train still managed to reach the depot and returned to the rails again with its consignment. Again, the conductor experienced difficulties with the brakes and struggled to make his delivery to the designated command post, inadvertently adding an additional three hours to what should have been a one-hour journey. Later, on October 12th, Train #[REDACTED] was transporting two companies of soldiers being redeployed to France when halfway through the journey its two steam cylinders suddenly shut down and refused to reactivate. The train and those aboard were left stranded in the middle of the Bavarian countryside for two full days until help in the form of an engineering crew arrived at the scene. However, as soon as they did, the cylinders became operational again seemingly of their own accord. Complaints from the divisional commander waiting for his men in Paris were registered with the Community of Greater German Locomotive Manufacturers (GGL) as to how Train #(Redacted) ever made it past inspection. However, due to the need for quick deliveries to our front against the Bolsheviks, it remained in service. The incidents of sudden braking and cylinder failures became a reoccurring trend with the train from this point forward. Around early November, the incidents seemed to be petering off and ceased altogether in December. This would change almost immediately at the dawn of January 1st, 1942. The train was transporting several companies of our veteran soldiers who were on leave for New Year’s Day back in Berlin. While passing through Poland, however, the train began to accelerate to its maximum speed, and if the related reports are to be believed, managed to surpass the speed of its own design capabilities twice over. Just as the conductor managed to regain control, the brakes were fully engaged without his involvement. What ensued was a chaotic mess of men and material being hurled throughout the passenger coaches, resulting in the minor injuries of 78 personnel, the serious injury of 22 and the deaths of 6, not to mention the damage dealt to internal infrastructure and equipment. This time, the train was fully pulled aside at a railyard to locate the source of its mechanical issues. None were found, and after a few tests, the engineers cleared it to resume service. Two weeks later, on January 15th, Train #[REDACTED] was carrying 200 of our wounded veterans from our eastern front when one of its issues reared its head once again. The train began to accelerate beyond the conductor's control towards an upcoming junction. At the same time, another supply train of the same class was headed in the opposite direction, heavily laden with explosive materials. Though the conductor was later pulled aside and administered advanced interrogation techniques under suspicion of sabotage, his testimony about what transpired next remained unchanged. Apparently, the train tracks were switched without him ever having pulled the lever. Train #[REDACTED] then proceeded onto the same tracks as the supply train so that the two were now speeding directly towards one another. All attempts were made by both parties to engage their brakes, but this made little difference in their momentum. Ultimately, the conductor of the supply train was able to use another junction and pulled off onto a diverging rail, just barely avoiding a catastrophe. The conductor of Train #[REDACTED] was then almost immediately able to regain control of the transport and returned it to its original course. He piloted it to another railyard where a second investigation was launched. Again, no issues were discovered within the inner workings of the train. Again, the need to decommission Train #[REDACTED] regardless of their discoveries or lack thereof was ignored for the sake of transportational expediency. Nevertheless, from hereon it was no longer used by Wehrmacht commanders of the 2nd Army who saw it as “a greater danger to their men than the Russians”. Instead, it would be strictly relegated for use by Sonderkommando units for carrying out the ongoing solution to the Jewish question. Once the decision to begin exterminating the unmentionables crowding our installations was made the previous year at Wannsee, Train #[REDACTED] was used with growing consistency for the transport of Jews. It assisted in the transportation of Jews to Belzec for liquidation in March, made the first special deliveries of Zyklon B to Sobibor in May and facilitated in further resettlement actions of Jews from our holdings in Eastern and Western Europe. Even then, it should be noted that it continued to show signs of sabotage and/or failed maintenance. Though it no longer accelerated out of control, it continued to have its brakes engaged at random or have its cylinders shut down for no discernable reason. This became both far more prevalent and extremely frustrating whenever its consignments were predominantly below the age of 12. At the turn of 1943 and the ‘events’ at Stalingrad, Train #[REDACTED] was utilized for liquidation actions against ghettos Kraków and Warsaw by delivering SS personnel for the respective operations. This would take up most of its operational use following the June Order by Reichsführer Himmler to liquidate all ghettos in Poland and the Soviet Union. It subsequently took part in the actions at Minsk, Velna and Riga. In the first quarter of the current year, 1944, its service remained relatively stable up until another very recent incident occurred during the occupation of Hungary. On May 15th, as the train waited at a local station to assist in the deportation of the Jewish population in the countryside, it suddenly began to depart on its own, leaving just before the SS personnel and their waiting consignment could come aboard. The conductor had briefly stepped away from the controls to speak with another conductor across the rails and was therefore deemed unlikely to be the culprit. The train proceeded on its own out of the station at full steam and disappeared into the Hungarian countryside. It was eventually located by search teams three hours later who found it sitting idly along the rails at the center of a clearing over 50 miles away, having run completely out of coal. Though it was ultimately recovered, this latest debacle as well as the rest of the reports I have compiled, should show the very unique problem posed by this transport. It is both unreliable and unpredictable in every sense of the word. Seemingly whenever it chooses to, it flies off on its own. It provides those aboard with some new challenge completely at random. When it does, it can prove frustrating if not damaging, and under certain circumstances, even lethal. Stranger still is its apparently selective danger, primarily towards us. I am aware of Reichsführer Himmler’s investigations into the roots of our honorable ancestry, but I doubt that even his own esoteric research can yield an answer to this madness. Our enemies converge on all our territories, first from the east, and now soon from the west. It will not be long now before the British and the Americans make another attempt at landing troops on our soil. But this time it will be different; something tells me it will not be another Dieppe. We will need every capability to quickly address any hostile landing from Calais all the way down south to Brest, and we cannot do so with a malfunctioning mishap like Train #[REDACTED] involved in our operations. My fellow commanders, my fellow torch bearers in this direst struggle of the German people, I implore you to see reason. We must follow the example of the Wehrmacht in this endeavor and decommission this locomotive permanently. It should be destroyed and used for scrap. Not even a piece of it should remain intact. Put simply, in these uncertain times it is much more of a danger to us than the Allies, and even that is an achievement, however wretched it may be for the vision of the Führer. [End of Report] Note 1: Naumann was captured by the Allies and stood before a U.S military court during the Einsatzgruppen Trial where he was found guilty of war crimes, crimes against humanity and membership in a criminal organization. He was sentenced to death and hanged in June 1951. Note 2: Despite Naumann’s protestations to his fellow officers in the SS, Train #[REDACTED] remained in active service to the German military. In the face of the Allied Invasion of France on June 6th, 1944, it was placed back in the hands of the 19th Army who used it to bring badly needed supplies to the newly reopened western front. However, aforementioned problems such as the sudden engagement of its brakes and unintended acceleration persisted. Train #[REDACTED] continued in this capacity until February 3rd, 1945. Train #[REDACTED] was performing a desperate supply run to German forces attempting to reach 19th Army elements encircled in the Colmar Pocket at the city of Strasbourg in Alsace (Grand Est region). It was given a consignment of explosive munitions as well as four Panzer IV tanks and their crews. Train #[REDACTED] was still on its way to Strasbourg when it was intercepted along its route by a pair of P-51 Mustangs. The American fighter bombers initially made strafing runs on the target but were unable to disable it. However, if the account of the only surviving Panzer commander as well as the after-action reports of the two pilots is to be believed, Train #[REDACTED] suddenly began to slow down despite the efforts of the conductor. The P-51s made more passes at the train but were still unable to destroy it. It was at this point that Train #[REDACTED] came to a complete stop, despite not having taken sufficient damage to have done so naturally. This allowed the pilots to continuously strafe it until its consignment of explosive materials ignited. The resulting explosion completely destroyed the transport as well as its cargo, killing most of the German personnel onboard in the process. The service history of Train #[REDACTED] ends here. However, its theorized connection to SCP-7856 does not. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7856" by MikeDiceWrites, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7856. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Where's Matthew Instructions Welcome valued staff member. The following flag is event 'Am-0447'. Please read the flagged text carefully. You have been drafted to work temporarily on the SCP-7858 project. Your previous supervisor and psychologist have already approved this transfer. You are required to classify an SCP-7858 'Flag' event. This is a potential SCP-7858 sighting. The nature of SCP-7858 remains unknown. You will review the relevant evidence and determine whether you believe it supports Theory A or Theory B. You have also been granted temporary access to a special message board to communicate with other SCP-7858 staff members. To streamline the classification process, a digital poll has been provided. Staff considering complaining are advised that, as there are no experts in this field, this solution is the best available. Staff with an alternate method of classifying SCP-7858 should present this to their team leader. Please be aware that multiple staff members are assigned to every event. All relevant research has been collated below. Please log in below to begin SCP-7858 Instance Classification ID 635ada9a2155a0ae79963c77a5077dc9_1734915527 PASSWORD 0ac1ef708b11f565633c9831c86d432a_1734915527 Login Logout Item#: 7858 Level4 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: SCP-7858 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation algorithms should review available databases of text messages. Algorithms are to search for: Messages referring to a person not in the subject's contacts, An account with activity metadata inconsistent with the number of messages it has sent, Messages by adults implying the existence of a child for which there is no legally significant record. All staff assigned to SCP-7858 require written confirmation from their psychologist and immediate superior that: They have no mental health conditions, They have a stable and active social life. Staff on the SCP-7858 project receive category 3-M psychological hazard pay. Description: The nature of SCP-7858 is currently being determined by staff. SCP-7858 manifests as a series of text messages. These messages will reference a person who does not exist. The account owners will have no recollection of the person. They exhibit no abnormal behavior. The only other potential evidence of the absent person is the 'holes' they leave. 'Hole' is a technical term in anti-memetics referring to the absence of something that may logically have existed, as implied by, but not proved by, its surroundings.1 SCP-7858 is either a weak memetic or powerful anti-memetic entity. These theories are referred to respectively as SCP-7858-A ('Theory A') and SCP-7858-B ('Theory B'). Theory A: In the event that SCP-7858-A is a weak memetic entity, then SCP-7858-A generates a series of anomalous text messages. It has no bearing on any person or physical entity. The text messages will usually appear without those involved noticing. SCP-7858-A requires a series of interlocking holes. Together, these holes must imply the existence of a hypothetical person. SCP-7858-A will fill those holes with the most likely hypothetical person. The fact that SCP-7858-A only appears where such holes exist makes it seem as if a person has been wiped from existence. In reality, SCP-7858-A only manifests into a situation that already implies there was once a person. Theory B: In the event that SCP-7858-B is a powerful anti-memetic entity, then SCP-7858-B will erase a victim, all knowledge of that victim, and all evidence of that victim. The only thing not erased by SCP-7858-B is digital records between third-party devices. Records connected to the device of a victim are presumably eradicated with the device. SCP-7858-B will not 're-run' history. Therefore, a victim eliminated by SCP-7858-B creates holes in the lives of the people they knew. Proposed holes include unspent funds that correspond to money spent on the victim, periods of social isolation corresponding to knowing the victim, or major life choices made based on knowing the victim. FLAG AM-0447 IS APPENDED BELOW. PLEASE BEGIN CLASSIFICATION PRIMER Event AM-0447 concerns a 'Matthew Clay,' who may have lived in Kern County, California. His supposed disappearance would have been in March of 2021. Matthew would have been 22 years old at the time of his disappearance. Sixty-four people were flagged by the algorithm as discussing 'Matthew' at least once. Of these, three were selected for analysis. Henceforth; these are the AM-0447 People of Interest ('The PoIs'). Enola Clay, Matthew's 'mother.' She is 55 years old, has no children, is once divorced, and works as an accountant. Daniel Langley, Matthew's 'friend.' He is 22 years old and has changed major once. He is currently studying computer science, having transferred from politics in 2021. Charlotte Chase, Matthew's 'partner.' She is 22 years old and has recently graduated with a degree in nursing. Flagged text messages, after relevance analysis: Analysis added by intern (Informal). _ + Note By Intern- Close Hey there cobber. I'm sorry my notes are a bit on the casual side. I'm Greg, from the Aussie division, and I'm actually a techy. Apparently, I got bumped up to intern scientist for this. I'm a bit of a blockhead for things that don't spark though. I'm thinking they just grab people for this project. Anyway, I've never done any science, I just do computers. I'm not half bad at that though. I did a little digging to give ya some extra info while I was putting this all together. If it's a mess though now you know why. I'm glad to we working with you guys! Happy reading mate! _ + Messages: 16 07 2020, Charlotte Chase, Daniel Langley- Close 16 07 2020 Charlotte asks Daniel who she should invite to her party. This is the first conversation between Charlotte and Daniel mentioning Matthew. Intern Note Charlotte and Daniel were close before Matthew. I found 27,000 texts between them in the last 5 years. Daniel and Matthew were studying together and were pretty good friends. I don't know how Charlotte knows about Matthew, I guess she might've sat in or met Daniel after class? I find it interesting that Charlotte specifically checks in with Daniel about Matthew. It could just be because they know each other, but maybe Charlotte already liked Matthew before this party. _ + Messages: 20 07 2020, Charlotte Chase, Daniel Langley- Close 20 07 2020 A conversation between Charlotte and Daniel on the night of the party. Intern Note Looks like this was a real rager. Daniel texts differently, I think he's on mobile with autocorrect on. I cracked his Facebook and it seems most of his messages are sent from a computer. Thanks to his bargain bin VPN I now know it has a 2080 GPU and Ryzen 7300, which is some serious firepower. Probably a gamer. I think Daniel has a thing for Charlotte. Feels a bit like a cry for help when he says she should 'ignore him.' Maybe he's just stressed about losing his mate though. _ + Messages: 21 07 2020, Charlotte Chase, Daniel Langley- Close 21 07 2020 A conversation between Charlotte and Daniel on the night after the party. Intern Note Looks like Daniel is back on his PC. Both of them feel a bit vulnerable, probably because they had such a big night. I reckon Charlotte is sussing out her odds with Matthew. She jumps straight on Daniel when he says he wouldn't date someone he doesn't know well. Matthew and Charlotte probably haven't talked much at this point. Daniel doesn't do Matthew any favors by telling Charlotte she doesn't need to go. Everything he says he wants from a girlfriend maps nicely onto Charlotte too. If he likes Charlotte, Daniel isn't being too subtle. _ + Messages: 12 08 2020, Charlotte Chase, Enola Clay- Close 12 08 2020 A conversation between Charlotte and Enola. Enola thanks Charlotte for helping her with something. Intern Note This writing is pretty uptight for Enola. She always does her best to sound proper but she's normally more of a doll. She's making the effort though. We know Enola is the lonely type, she probably really wants to be closer to Charlotte but is worried she might spook her, from her or Matthew. Looks like Charlotte has been sleeping over a good bit at Matthew's, so they're probably going steady at this point. Charlotte still seems awkward though. _ + Messages: 27 10 2020, Charlotte Chase, Daniel Langley- Close 27 10 2020 A conversation between Charlotte and Daniel. Charlotte invites Daniel out to go drinking. Intern Note This conversation wasn't flagged, I had to do a bit of scrolling. It's important for understanding what comes next. It doesn't seem like Matthew comes along. Something is probably up with him and Charlotte. She seems like she wants to get hammered. Never a good sign. My ex-wife went pretty hard on the goon before the end too. Just a thought, but given Daniel isn't too subtle about fancying Charlotte, maybe she knows Daniel likes her. So when she's in a tough spot, she uses him as help. I also found something creepy. I am regenerating these messages from a data leak. Charlotte never had this profile picture according to Facebook. In it, you see her holding someone's hand. This should be Matthew. If I'm right, this hand is the only bit of Matthew Clay anyone will ever see. I hope the poor kid wasn't real. I feel like I just dug up a corpse. _ + Attached File- Close _ + Messages: 28 10 2020, Charlotte Chase, Daniel Langley- Close 28 10 2020 Charlotte messages Daniel after their night out. Intern Note Charlotte says she went to sleep over at Matthews and Daniel hits her with a one-word response. The poor lad is probably suffering at this point, being yanked around at the whims of Charlotte's relationship. It's hard to tell whether she and Matthew are really on the rocks. There's been no mention of a potential breakup so I think they're still going strong. I buy that she cares about Daniel though. From the materials I've read, there's no evil there, just a girl who's hurting. _ + Messages: 03 01 2021, Charlotte Chase, Enola Clay- Close 03 01 2021 Enola messages Charlotte asking if she wants to go to the gym. Some of Matthew's habits are discussed. Intern Note This is wholesome. It seems like Charlotte and Enola have connected over the four or so months since the last texts. Enola even uses emojis now. I was able to hack into the client list of the gym, it shows that Charlotte did join that Saturday. I guess that's why the messages would be about that Saturday though. _ + Messages: 12 03 2021, Charlotte Chase, Daniel Langley- Close 12 03 2021 Daniel tries to find Charlotte during an event. Charlotte has had a fight with Matthew. Intern Note She seems to do this a lot when she's wasted. Daniel's Uber history shows he paid for a ride with two passengers that night. I guess that's kids. _ + Messages: 13 03 2021, Charlotte Chase, Daniel Langley- Close 13 03 2021 Charlotte messages Daniel about what happened the night before. Intern Note All of these messages were deleted. I couldn't find any more messages between them after this. I think Charlotte blocked him. _ + Messages: 20 06 2021, Charlotte Chase, Enola Clay- Close 13 03 2021 Enola messages Charlotte discussing how she is feeling sick. Intern Note I was able to confirm that on the thirteenth Enola contacted her boss and took three days off from work. I couldn't find any family in Enola's Facebook friends. She must've relied on Matthew pretty hard, and probably Charlotte too at this point. Being sick alone at home sucks, and she's getting on in years. This is the last flagged exchange. Enola Clay and Charlotte Chase never talk again. Matthew is never mentioned again. That means on the thirteenth of March Matthew Clay, if he was ever real, ceased to exist. Other Documents _ + Field Report: AM-0447 Quantifiables- Close Field Report: AM-0447 Quantifiables The SCP-7858 research team has conducted background checks on the PoIs of this case. Evidence below has been flagged as potentially relevant. Research work identified the 'mother' of Matthew, Enola Clay. Enola married 'Harry Chang' in 1997, and divorced him in 2005. This time would encompass Matthew's birth. Observation showed that Enola's current rental, which she moved into in 2007, contains three bedrooms. Two of these are currently guest rooms. They are rarely used. It has been posited that this financial burden was necessitated because one of the guest rooms was Matthew's room. Enola has claimed she 'got a good deal' when approached by a field agent at a bar. Agents were unable to recover the original tenancy contract. Enola's savings are considerable. These savings were mostly acquired from 1999 to today. Her savings rate rose significantly in 2005. Her saving pattern during this period differs significantly from her pre-marital pattern, assessed from 1990 to 1997. It has been proposed that these savings represent money spent on Matthew. Savings are 9% greater than the statistical average amount spent on raising a child by single mothers. Employee assistance program records indicate her divorce had a serious effect on her. In August 2021, Daniel switched majors from Politics to Computer Science. This may have been motivated by Matthew's disappearance, as they would previously have been studying politics together. Having lost his closest social connection in the degree may have been the final push to change major. Charlotte Chase was identified as the 'partner' of Matthew. In May of 2021, she sought counseling from 'NAMI Kern County,' a local not-for-profit mental health service. This is around two months after Matthew's supposed disappearance. She had never sought counseling previously. It is proposed this is because Matthew previously acted as emotional support. _ + Psychologists Notes on Charlotte Chase- Close Foundation agents staged a robbery at NAMI Kern County, the psychology not-for-profit attended by Charlotte Chase. Various unnetworked data on Charlotte Chase was recovered. The following is a converted Word document written by Charlotte for her psychologist 'expressing her feelings' regarding Daniel. Okay. I'm just doing this stream of consciousness style. I think honestly this all started with Freddy. He was my boyfriend back in highschool. Really popular and fit but also always so gentle, I felt lucky just to be around him. We didn't sleep together. We just went on dates and tried different coffee spots and playgrounds late at night. Our first kiss was on the swings at 11, when it was dark enough to see the stars. I think I was really happy, and I'll never be able to fall in love like that again. Freddy cheated on me. The girl was really into him. Honestly, I think she wasn't entirely okay. She got pictures of them doing it, or at least people told me it was her. She always denied it. Those pictures ended up everywhere though. They were explicit. I saw it and I remember just having to sit down. I thought I was going to marry Freddy. I'm never going to forget seeing that boy I loved naked in a photo with someone else. It was the first time I even saw him shirtless. I threw up in front of everyone and the next day my hands kept shaking. I never talked to Freddy again. That's probably one of my many problems. I run away from things I can't handle. I still think about it though. I haven't been in love since. Now, Daniel. We were already friends before everything happened. We weren't super close till university, but it helped. He wasn't so much a guy as just a friend and that's probably the reason I could be around him. In Uni we got close. I don't know why. I really liked him though. He was relaxed but would spend lots of time with me and that's something I really need. I kind of knew Daniel liked me. He was always there, he texted weird stuff, and when he gets drunk he was really huggy. I think I used him. Whenever something went wrong I'd call Daniel and we'd drink. Obviously, he was always up for it. That kind of on-tap support is addictive. Then I got really drunk and we slept together. It was stupid. I was just feeling down and I drank way too much, then it happened. Nothing sexy or wild. After that I just couldn't see him the same way. He was a guy now, not a friend. Whenever I see him I remember what he looked like naked. It makes me want to punch myself. I regret it more than anything. I feel like this was where it all went wrong for me, and I lost a lot of friends when I lost Daniel. Nobody nearly as important but it was the rest of what I had. I can't take it back. I really really really want to. But every time I look at him I get so scared I want to puke. I can't even text him anymore. I miss him so much. _ + OPTIONAL: Psychologists Notes on Charlotte Chase- Close These notes were also found. _ + Interview with Enola Clay- Close Foundation agents shadowed Enola Clay for several days. It was found she frequented a local bar alone and often spoke to strangers. Agent 'Joshua Zacherensky,' 35, was dispatched to interview her while pretending to be a patron. The following are extracts from their conversation. Agent Zacherensky: Hey'a. Enola Clay: Hello there? Z: I'm Josh. You here alone too? E: Yeah I am- just enjoying a drink after work. Z: Are you the sort who enjoys a chat with their drink? I don't want- E: Not at all! Please, here! Tell me about yourself! [Enola pulls up a chair. Agent Zacherensky repeats the cover story.] … Z: Can I buy you a drink? E: Sure! Get one for yourself- and I'll buy the next round. Z: Oh, you're great. What do you want? … E: Honestly, it's so hard getting to know people in this town. Everyone already has their cliques. It's really nice that you came to talk to me you know- Z: -and you to me, I feel like I don't meet enough people- E: -Right? At work it's pretty bad. Back in the day I picked a job that was just close to home, but I decided I wanted the higher salary and honestly I am not sure if that was a mistake. The pay isn't bad but I feel like nobody cares about each other at all. Oh- bartender- yeah two— you like Gin right? [Zacharensky does finger guns] E: Gin and Tonics, please. Where, oh right, yeah so there's really no community to it. Nobody wanted to come tonight. Z: Did things used to be better? E: Yeah I think. I used to just go home after the old job, but at least that was my choice. It feels better you know? Still. If I can get a bit, sorry that's the Gin talking, but since the divorce I think I've not really made any real friends. And the ones I had are pretty much gone. Sorry. I just wanted to vent a little. Z: No kids? E: I— I always wanted kids. I wish I had a kid or two. I'm getting old and I just don't want to be alone at the… I think I don't want to talk about this sorry. Tell me about you? Why are you here alone? … Z: Actually, do you know a Charlotte Chase? I think she mentioned you once. [Enola thinks for several seconds. She is intoxicated.] E: Charlotte… Hmm. No I don't think so. There used to be a girl at my gym called Charlotte I think. She left around June? Maybe July? Might be her. Didn't talk to her much though. … _ + Catfishing Daniel Langley- Close Foundation agents found the Discord account of one of Daniel's close friends in a data breach. They were able to access the account. A team of specialists questioned Daniel through the account. Full text below. SmashBashSlash Today at 8:29 PM Hey you on Daniel? dannyboi Today at 8:30 PM dont call me that, its weird af man SmashBashSlash Today at 8:32 PM soz, just feeling a bit sentimental what are you up to? how are you feeling? dannyboi Today at 8:33 PM did something happen? i am just playing valo rn, if you wanna join? SmashBashSlash Today at 8:33 PM no soz can't call rn or game, not on PC wanna text tho nothing strictly happened just like, feeling worried about people i guess, just got some news from a friend and now i wanna hear how everyone is doing so how is stuff in life dannyboi Today at 8:35 PM man dont just drop that shit on me SmashBashSlash Today at 8:38 PM can i like uber eats you some beer, mb then we talk? dannyboi Today at 8:39 PM a full sixer? SmashBashSlash Today at 8:40 PM yeah dannyboi Today at 8:40 PM yeah okay you got me ill d n m with u for a sixer lmao sorry that sounded kinda cold im happy to talk anyway, just kinda caught off guard SmashBashSlash Today at 8:42 PM dw man im serious about the beer tho its on its way dannyboi Today at 8:43 PM based SmashBashSlash Today at 8:45 PM wanna wait and talk when you got one of those in u, maybe after a game of valo dannyboi Today at 8:46 PM yeah probably for the best if its okay, not easy to turn on and off and you know that a beer helps me with this stuff can we talk in like an hour then or is that too long SmashBashSlash Today at 8:47 PM nah that works dannyboi Today at 8:48 PM cool i will chat to u then, gonna play a game or two, ttys dannyboi Today at 9:32 PM hey im back as promised1 good to talk? !* SmashBashSlash Today at 9:32 PM yeah hah dannyboi Today at 9:33 PM whoa u were hoverin SmashBashSlash Today at 9:34 PM just ensuring the security of my investment anyway how are u doing? whats it been like? i know you had that thing with charlotte, still messing with you? dannyboi Today at 9:36 PM yeah honestly it is a bit i guess now i get to just vent well like you know the whole thing that happened a bit back with her right? well we havent talked much since i saw her at that party at laneys but tbh she was pretty cold to me anyway i like asked her about it and she said shed had a big think and had like one to therapy gone* she thinks that the whole thing with freddy back in highschool kinda fucked her up and now she really isnt okay with guys who are into her, like she thinks they are gonna betray her and stuff so when she figured out i liked her and she knew fml she saw me as being just another dude and that meant i wanst trust worthy and stuff and since she just hasnt been able to see me as a friend anymore which is pretty shit tbh i dont even really see it, like she was pretty cool with guys back at the start of uni, this mostly seemed to kick off when that thing between us happened so dunno if i buy her story anywsy and then she got drunk as fuck and spewed she started crying and she told me that she missed me and wished this hadn't happen, she tried to hit herself at one point, it was scary she just raised her hand up and i could see her getting ready to just pound it into herself then she clenched her hand and stopped and just kind of kept crying she says shes alone now anyway i texted her after and kinda tried to re open things but she fully cold shouldered me, like one word responses so i guess thats that you know. end of my first love i hate it though. honestly im not proud of it but when she was gone i locked myself in the bathroom and cried then i told everyone i was throwing up it'd be easier if she had a boyfriend or something i guess thats a bit sexist of me, like, 'oh i can't cope' but i respect it as soon as there's another guy involved but i guess it wouldn't feel so much like she rejects… me… as a person i just wish this hadn't happened and i fucking hate it i think sleeping with her is the worst thing ive ever done and all the rest of this shit is just karma i betrayed her for one night i guess it isnt weird she doesnt wanna be around me but its done now and i only think about it like once a week happy now? SmashBashSlash Today at 9:44 PM whoa yeah okay sounds sorta like she was just trying to make sense of it in her own head dannyboi Today at 9:45 PM maybe man doesnt help me though, i cant fix it anyway fuck SmashBashSlash Today at 9:46 PM keep it up dude you'll be fine rest of your life lets forget this stuff, dannyboi Today at 9:48 PM yeah honestly it it werent for charlotte stuff would be pretty good right now marks are better honestly loving gaming with you guys and at least i dont have to see her all the time also like i hooked up with chelsie and thats been going on SmashBashSlash Today at 9:51 PM nice dannyboi Today at 9:51 PM yeah. like i got this honestly this has been good i think it helped to talk thanks man SmashBashSlash Today at 9:52 PM anytime man ACCESS GRANTED You have been granted access to the SCP-7858 forums. Please remember to remain respectful and keep the discussion relevant to SCP-7858. By accepting, you agree that all information received on this forum is confidential. You further agree to make no effort to identify, track, or harass staff members based on their forum activity. You acknowledge that if you violate the Foundation code of conduct or this waiver disciplinary action will follow. _ Agree?Thank you! Contemplating SCP-7858-B PINNED POST BY: Senior Researcher Sami Abd Al Abadi Subject: Contemplating SCP-7858-B Hello staff, I have been briefly drafted into the remit of the SCP-7858 project. I understand that most of you are not used to classification work. However, SCPs are not classified by gods or O5s. This is work that actually needs to be done by scientists. Test my ideas without concern for rank and remit, just think your comments through. I am too busy to have my time wasted by pandering. SCP-7858-B should be favored. We should look at the sheer coherence of the evidence provided to us. We see that those left behind by the SCP event all have clear and present simultaneous changes in their lives. His mother decides to change her job. This is Probably because her home life no longer brings her any joy (So going back to it is no longer a goal). The friend group implodes according to Charlotte, though she says that's because of Daniel. Charlotte also seeks therapy for the first time. Daniel also changes major. There is no way to be sure which of the two theories is accurate. However, it seems unlikely that so many coincidences would not merely group together but occur at the same time. All evidence suggests Matthew was once real. Therefore, we should prefer Theory B. Comments No comments yet. Remaining attached to scientific principles: Why our tools of trade strongly support SCP-7858-A. PINNED POST BY: Researcher Armistead Subject: Remaining attached to scientific principles: Why our tools of trade strongly support SCP-7858-A. We deal with the incredible on a daily basis. If I told you we contained a game of Monopoly that controlled the housing market of a small midwestern town, I imagine you would believe me. We have all even heard rumors, however dubious, that some departments are responsible for the continued survival of humanity. It makes us forget ourselves. When assessing an SCP event, we should look to what is likely. There has been a total of roughly 20,000 identified SCP-7858 events. While this sounds like a lot, compared to the nearly 8 billion people on this planet, that is minuscule. That is some 0.0003% of people alive right now. And we have the entire span of every one of those 8 billion lives. Every second could be the right one. When you can stack that many rolls of the dice you will get weird results by chance. Rolling a natural 20 is a 5% chance for comparison. You should imagine yourself trying to pull a specific Uno card, but the deck goes on forever and you get to try five hundred times. Suddenly it's not just likely you'll get the green four you need, it's practically guaranteed. It is not surprising that across the lifetimes of billions of people, you pull the right card. It is obvious that the preconditions for SCP-7858-A events can arise naturally. Now, let's contemplate the events themselves. What is more likely? An intangible undetectable force that randomly wipes people from existence, for reasons unknown? Or another of a common class of relatively harmless memetic entities. It is obviously more likely that this is just another meme. We have many tools with which to detect the anomalous. We know what cards are in this Uno deck. As far as we know people just disappearing isn't one of them. Hence Theory A is more likely. I will also briefly turn my mind to the question of motivation. SCPs do not necessarily need motivations. However, a substantial number of SCPs were made in some way; almost never simply for fun. Even if it is for fun, creating a real-world board game generates entertainment. That remains a motive. There is no clear motive for wiping from existence an insignificant number of people, AKA SCP-7858-B. However, I can easily conceive of the motivation for SCP-7858-A. It would be meant to fill holes in the lives of sad and disconnected people. If I could do such a thing, even I would consider it. It simply isn't successful. It is too weak to actually generate a new person, so as thaumatological workings are known to do, it goes about 1% of the way and does the easiest thing. That is generate some text messages. It lacks the power to even do that properly. So it is only able to manifest where it is most likely to be: in the lives of people with perfectly overlapping holes, that 0.0003% of cases. The meme does not create that situation. It can only appear and survive when it already exists. In the absence of evidence to support SCP-7858-B we should not waste our turn on some long-shot theory. We should assume SCP-7858 is not some unique occurrence, but just another memetic entity. I look forward to hearing your commentary. Comments No comments yet. Are we affected?? (Locked Thread) THREAD CLOSED BY ADMIN PINNED POST BY: Junior Researcher Harrison Subject: Are we affected?? I feel like I may have been affected by SCP-7858. Specifically, the -B variant, which I believe we can all agree is the more likely of the two. When I first arrived at this job, I felt like I fit in. It was sort of a camaraderie. For some reason I cannot make sense of I was quite happy to just stand at the edge of events and talk to people when they wanted to talk to me. This is never a truly fun job, but for me it was fulfilling. That's not how I feel anymore. For the past year, I just can't do these things. I get quite anxious about annoying people or getting in their way, and standing around at a party would have made me bring down the mood. There are other things too. I use a mood tracker, and around the time that I feel I was disconnected from everyone, my mood tracking dropped hard. Nothing else changed at that point- I just sort of stopped going. This all makes sense if I was a victim of SCP-7858, or rather, someone close to me. Probably another one of our colleagues. It is Foundation policy to delete the text messages created by an SCP-7858 event. They are kept on our servers alone to 'avoid distressing victims'. All of our phones have Foundation observation software on them. What do we all think? I think we should be honest about the effects of SCP-7858 so we can confront it together. I know if I vanished, I would want to be remembered. I am sure you all feel the same way. Thankyou. Comments BY: Assistant Site Director Hoexter Subject: RE: Are we affected?? Junior Researcher Harrison, Remain professional. Turn your mind to @RArmistead's excellent debate post. The chances that you are affected are exceedingly slim. You should picture yourself stepping outside and being struck by lightning. The danger that this SCP poses is not of a memetic nature, but that which dangerous information has always posed. It hurts people. You may picture yourself depressed now, but if you actually knew that someone near you had simply vanished, the fear and loss would be much more harmful. If -B is accurate, anyone affected is already suffering. We should not kick them while they are down. I ask that discussion be kept on topic and scientific. Eminently, Assistant Site Director Hoexter. BY: Junior Researcher Harrison Subject: RE: RE: Are we affected?? With all due respect, Assistant site director, this is a problem of the Foundation's own making. Our obsession with information control is not an end unto itself. We do not hide things for the sake of hiding them. As you point out, the real harm in losing somebody is how their disappearance leaves us adrift. Their memory is neither here nor there. Yet, that memory has value! Imagine the suffering of Enola Clay. She loved her son. She dedicated much of her life to him. The reason she goes to a bar every other day, desperately trying to meet someone, to stop being alone, is because her family itself ceased to exist. At this rate she may never find another. If she at least knew she could make sense of her situation. Instead of believing she never found anyone, that she is doomed to be alone, she would understand that she has been the victim of a terrible happenstance. She could draw strength from that. Some people are struck by lightning site director. Let us not lie to victims. If you have any heart at all you should support my position. BY: Assistant Site Director Hoexter Subject: RE: RE: RE: Are we affected?? Control yourself Junior Researcher. Even contemplating informing a member of the public is deeply unprofessional. Controlling information always has a purpose. Evidently, this information is tempting staff in dangerous ways. Informing all staff of these events will only raise their level of stress. As Enola proves, it also has no benefit. Enola frequents local bars seeking companionship and tries to reach out to work colleagues. Remembering her son would not make her more successful. That knowledge only has the potential to harm her. The grief attached and the guilt of forgetting could destroy her. It may even kill her. There is no benefit to such painful and dangerous memories. The Foundation policy was not conceived without due consideration. I recommend you seek psychological support regarding this matter. If you are feeling alone, the fortnightly game of dodgeball between the research and janitorial staff is good for connecting with people. Sanguingly, Assistant Site Director Hoexter. BY: Junior Researcher Harrison Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Are we affected?? As per my last post, This is not dangerous information. We are not children. Pain can make us stronger. Enola's current situation is clearly already bad for her. Every lonely day hurts, I know that well. Giving her memories of her son isn't kicking her when she's down, it's giving her something to cling to. Making someone stronger can save them. People also deserve to be remembered. Matthew Clay may be gone, but that doesn't mean he does not matter. The real motivation that the Foundation has for holding back this kind of information is that it tries to control everything. Assistant site director, you sound like a fascist. Truth has value. There's nothing wrong with remembering the people who died. Whether they were eaten by a chair or just vanished one day. We owe that to them on a basic moral level. PINNED POST BY: Assistant Site Director Hoexter Subject: RE: Are we affected?? I have locked this thread. This, everybody, is why the psychological health requirements were created. This thread is hysterical and helps nobody. Further, researcher Harrison became extremely distressed by the concept that he would also be wiped from existence. I have appended what happened next at my personal discretion. Take this to be a lesson. And no, this is not a psy-op to kill off a dangerous idea, we are the Foundation, not Nazi Germany. SCP-7858 is a dangerous idea. Not because of any memetic or supernatural reason, it simply hurts the most vulnerable among us to think this way. Do not share your research with anyone who has not passed psychological screening. All bonuses and half of hazard pay for the past year which you received will be recalled if you do. Graciously, Assistant Site Director Hoexter. _ + Declassified: After Action Report- Close EXECUTIVE SUMMARY Date of action: 3/9/2021. Involved units: Site-28 Security Team, SCP-7858 Field Agents On the 2nd of September it was realized that Junior Researcher 'Harrison' (ID:JR1036-HARRISON) had not attended site-28 for his shift. Security attempted to access the tracking subroutine on JR Harrison's phone. The phone did not respond. The routine relies on the phone's own location-tracking features. At 1:56 PM, JR Harrison's phone reported its location. It had automatically connected to a wireless network and so could be tracked via IP address. It came from a Kern County Starbucks. Only two field agents remained in Kern Country: Agent Tiffany Brown and Agent Joshua Zacherensky. They decided that PoIs Charlotte Chase and Enola Clay were JR Harrison's most likely destinations and split up accordingly. At 2:11 PM, Agent Zacherensky spotted JR Harrison through the window of Enola Clay's home. He called local police posing as an FBI agent. He described JR Harrison as a drug dealer. Agent Zacherensky activated the listening software on the PoI's phones while he waited for the police. Transcript appended. TRANSCRIPT Junior Researcher Harrison: Thankyou for letting me in. Enola Clay: That's no problem Mr Harrison, could you tell me what this is about though? H: Of course. I understand this may be hard to believe, but I work with a large organization that, among other things, catalogs missing persons. Look, here's my ID. E: 'Foundation.' Well I've certainly never heard of you. H: They put some work into that. E: I see… So why are you here? H: I have been asked not to share this with you, but there have been a lot of irregularities around you. E: What do you mean? H: Strange spending patterns, text- E: You think I am a victim of fraud? H: Not precisely. Here, I have a series of text messages that come from your phone. They've been deleted since, but I think you will find they match your texting style. Here are some other conversations about the same topic. Please read them. I think it will make things clear to you. [Several minutes pass. Enola is seen through the window flicking through several sheets. She appears to have read all of the pages. A police car approaches with its sirens off.] E: I'm confused, what is this meant to prove? H: Doesn't it feel like something is wrong in your life? Like you're missing something? E: Well, don't we all feel that way. H: No, not everyone does. Enola, something terrible has happened to you. You were closer to people once, and then an outside power intervened. You have a right to remember Matthew. [Police approach the door quietly.] E: I don't know what you're talking about. I don't remember sending any of these messages, and I don't have a son or know any Matthews. H: You have to- [Police open the door and begin to rapidly enter the room.] Police Officer (Gloster Potemkin): Hesterly Harrison, you're under arrest for drug trafficking! Hands in the air! H: What? Drug traffi- no wait! PO: Ma'am, tell me what your involvement with this man is! E: He's been peddling an insane story that I have a son who I don't remember. He just showed up at my house. I don't know him. H: Enola please, you have to believe me! You had a son! PO: Had a bit too much fun with the goods, ey? We've all been there. Come on- hands out. H: I'm putting my life on the line for this! You can see that I'm serious— do I seem like I'm lying to you? E: Yes of course you're lying to me! H: They're trying to silence me right now! Please just listen— believe me— that's all I want. I'll be gone in a moment just I beg you remember h— E: You're deranged- deranged and cruel. I've always wanted a child, and here you are peddling this nonsense about a life I haven't had! Is that what you do? Do you prey on the vulnerable? Were you going to give me some 'special little pill' to make it all feel better? Maybe a 'trip' to remembering him? I would never ever forget a child I had! How dare you make up something like this? You cruel fuck- Who's Matthew? Recording Ended. JR Harrison is apprehended. After an amnestic and psychological treatment, he is returned to work in a low-risk position. He remains on the watch list. Mandatory: Classification Survey Please allow at least 3 seconds of loading for security verification _ + Open- Close Footnotes 1. The existence of holes is a proven thaumatological phenomenon. When a working is cast into a hole, the fact that the outcome of the working could reasonably exist mitigates backlash. While statistically significant, the effect is not considered useful outside of academia. _ + Image Licensing- Close Filename: 'Teddy-chev' Name: Bundesarchiv Bild 183-B0118-0010-027, Werk für Fernsehelektronik, Besuch Chruschtschow Author: Deutsche's Bundes Archiv License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://openverse.org/image/25abcf3b-0240-4499-93a3-61fae0525a80?q=Chruschtschow Filename: 'Charlotte-Pfp-1' Name: Girl Blonde Author: Elliott Chau License: Public Domain Source Link: https://openverse.org/image/9866d48e-2086-4fde-9da5-b951e6d6aef5?q=blonde%20hike Additional Notes: This is the first profile picture used in the edited message exchanges. Filename: 'Charlotte-Pfp-2' Name: Come into my world W-u002F @bz.anna (Unsplash) Author: Yoann Boyer License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:[email protected]_(Unsplash).jpg Additional Notes: This is the second profile picture used in the edited message exchanges, and shown directly. Filename: 'Bouncy Ball' Name: Pokémon Go Pokemon Volleyball Author: aitoff License: Public Domain Source Link: https://pixabay.com/photos/pok%C3%A9mon-go-pokemon-volleyball-poke-1571013/ Additional Notes: This is Daniel's profile picture on Discord.
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SCP-7860
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safe
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Item #: SCP-7860 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7860 is to remain in a high orbit of Mars. Civilian astronomy is to be directed away from studying high Martian orbit. Should SCP-7860's orbit become unstable, it is to be restabilised by the FSS Kim Stanley Robinson. Description: SCP-7860 is a modified Delta-II class Soviet nuclear submarine, formerly designated K-2961, currently in orbit around Mars. On board are 130 corpses, formerly the submarine's crew. 112 of them possess (likely self-inflicted) gunshot wounds to the head. The manner of termination of the remaining 18 is unknown, but suicide or asphyxiation is presumed. One crew member appears to have been shot from behind. SCP-7860-1 is a device of inconclusive function, fitted to SCP-7860. Based on evidence gathered on-site (see Addendum 7860-2), it was originally intended for teleporting nuclear warheads, but malfunctioned during a test and transported the entire submarine to Martian orbit. The exact circumstances of the failure are unknown, but the device is non-functional. Addendum 7860-1: Discovery and investigation SCP-7860 was discovered on 17/04/2021 by personnel at Extraterrestrial Site-301, located on the surface of Mars, during a routine check of the satellite network over the planet. At the time of discovery, it was in a highly elliptical orbit. On 08/05/2021, FSS Kim Stanley Robinson was launched from Site-301 to investigate, with a crew of 3. The investigation team arrived on 10/05/2021, and proceeded to board SCP-7860. Nothing of note occurred during the operation, save for the recovery of the submarine commander's personal journal. Full video logs are available on request. SCP-7860 was moved to a stable circular orbit during June 2021. Addendum 7860-2: Recovered document The following is the final few entries from the journal of Aleksandr Sobol, commander of K-296. The text has been translated from the original Russian. August 12th, 1976 Orders from Moscow. K-296 is to be fitted with an "experimental device". I am to take it out into the ocean. The GRU will perform tests on it, and then we will sail home. Moscow say it's a weapon, but they won't tell me any more than that. All 130 crew will be on board. I tell Moscow "we don't need that many, we'll only be out for a few weeks". They tell me to stay in my lane. I tell them that it's my submarine, it's my lane. They tell me I can be demoted if I want, and I shut up. We embark on the 20th. There will be a GRU officer on board to operate the device and confer with Moscow. August 20th, 1976 I still do not understand why the boat needs a full crew. We are testing a weapon, not going on patrol! But the Party demands it, and it must be so. Everything must be done by the book. I still have not been told what the device is or what it is supposed to do, further than "it's a weapon". Moscow says they'll tell us if we need to know. We fire it tomorrow. August 21st, 1976 The first test fire was today. One hundred kilograms of concrete. Moscow says it landed within two hundred metres of the target. Resounding success, they say. I know not what this means. The crew are uneasy. Mikhail Volkov, my second man, reports a general distrust of the GRU and their plans with the boat. Not exactly surprising, but still worth bearing in mind. August 22nd, 1976 The GRU officer, Nikolaev, told me what the device is this morning. Apparently, it's a teleporter, designed to replace ballistic missiles. I told him that was impossible, and he agreed. He says the impossible is one of his specialties. In truth, I do not trust this thing. What happens if the Americans get hold of it? What happens if it goes wrong? I do not have the education nor political influence to answer these questions, and so I shall sit in silence. There is another test fire scheduled for tomorrow. This time, they want to fire a lump of concrete into space, and land it somewhere out in Siberia. God knows why. August 23rd, 1976 Forget the Saturn V, forget the Soyuz! With this thing, we could put a man on the Moon and have him safely back home in an hour. And yet we use it for weaponry. The concrete "bomb" we fired arrived 200 kilometers above the planet, completely unharmed. Nikolaev himself says he would trust to put a human in it. I am a military man. I recognise that we must protect our Motherland from the Americans and other western powers, but protection to the point of extinction of all other human life? Insanity. Sometimes, the bloodlust of man frightens me. The third and final test fire is on the 25th of August. Moscow says the parameters are "need-to-know". Not that we would know what they meant anyway. August 25th, 1976 The test fire was a failure. Nikolaev activated the device and at once we were weightless. Radio contact with Moscow cut off immediately. He told us all to get out of his way while he attempted a repair. An hour later, Mikhail tells me we are in orbit of Mars. I say bullshit. He takes me up to the conning tower and sure as anything the red planet is right there. As I write, we are the furthest any human has ever been from home. At the very least, we are the first humans ever to see Mars up close with our own eyes. God knows if anyone will ever find us out here, but we can hope. August 26th, 1976 Somebody shot Nikolaev. Turns out a few of the crew were plotting his death from the moment the device malfunctioned. He was the only one with a chance of getting us back home. It's getting harder to breathe. Our reserve oxygen is running low, and morale is running lower. I heard a few gunshots earlier but I do not have the strength to investigate them. One can only assume some of the crew took the easy way out. One hundred thirty men, sent to our deaths in the icy void of space. And for what? Three test fires of a magic teleporter. Footnotes 1. Note: no records exist of a Soviet submarine being designated K-296. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7860" by ambyshframber, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7860. Licensed under CC-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-7861
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esoteric-class
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close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub Special Containment Procedures Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to implant memetic triggers derived from The Frontispiece in online discussions of SCP-7861 to obscure direct references to Groups of Interest, the Foundation, and the Veil. This, reinforced by public dismissal of the supernatural, is sufficient to preserve the Veil.1 Description SCP-7861 is a commercial taking the form of a recurrent sequence of intrusive thoughts. SCP-7861 manifests only in individuals with an obsessive anxiety disorder, most commonly OCD.23 With the sole exception of Dr. William Wettle, afflictees must meet the following criteria: Display obsessive thought patterns. Distress from these thought patterns. Acknowledgement that they possess an anxiety disorder.45 Be a resident of the state of Michigan, USA. SCP-7861 occurs in about 15% of the susceptible population, seemingly selected by random chance. SCP-7861 integrates itself into non-anomalous obsessive patterns, but is anomalously resistant to mundane and esoteric forms of treatment.6 Due to this, SCP-7861 is directly correlated with lower mental health.78910 Despite minor variations by subject, the intrusive images and accompanying narration that make up SCP-7861 are consistent and never experienced out of order, so it is possible to reconstruct an approximate transcript of the original commercial. Memetics and Countermemetics has performed this reconstruction, the result of which is below. Image Narration Afflictee’s image of a “healthy family” spins on a playground spinner, smiling. Afflictees describe this image as “wrong” and “disgusting,” recognizing the cognitive dissonance. 61.4% of subjects claim to hear intense, threatening or foreboding music accompanying this scene, while 37.6% claim the music playing is “irritatingly corporate.” [Are you]/[Have you been] left relatively undamaged by a happy family? One of the following: * The afflictee performing their official duties with a smile. * The afflictee performing what they would like their official duties to be. * Other people performing the afflictee’s hobbies, such as writing, painting, or gardening. In all cases, afflictees will only recognize themselves in hindsight, and will rate both the happiness and skill of the ‘other person’ higher than their own, even unprompted. Are you permanently prevented from procrastinating on that big project by too many reasons to love what you do? Children playing. The location and form of play vary wildly. One subject suffering from thoughts of harming children reported that they were using maces to “beat each other to a pulp”11 and that they were “gleefully” joining in. Subject was denied amnestics: Thoughts such as these are not unusual for sufferers of OCD. Are you too joyful, ecstatic, or genuinely enthused about your continued cognition on this spinning rock? Three smiling humans simultaneously and “excruciatingly” slowly turn to the afflictee. This image never lasts less than 31 seconds, and has consistently remained in the forefront of afflictees’ minds for up to 234 seconds. Their expressions are often identified as ingenuine, to mask judgment against or hatred for the afflicted. In about 23.4% of cases, one of the faces shows signs of recent crying. Total silence. Afflictees cannot hear their own thoughts. The faces have completed their turn. Well, have WE got the stop for you! A humanoid appears, from here on out referred to as “the birdkeeper”, which almost always has more than two eyes. Sometimes, these eyes are located on the thick white body armor/beekeeper suit/insectine exoskeleton encasing the humanoid. The birdkeeper shows off a bright red cockatoo, designated as SCP-7861-A. The music here either shifts to a jazzy tune or continues the same “aggressively corporate” drone from before. Introducing OCD! The problem to all your solutions! Afflictees visualize SCP-7861-A from all possible angles, including outside the ‘building’ where it is being ‘filmed’ and from within empty spaces in its body, such as the chest cavity, heart chambers, and the space between the brain and the skull. From a mystic land where one misstep spells D-O-O-M, this little birdie’s a big collaboration from Alex [Autism, the CEO of neurodivergence/(thurley? theory? sorry?)] and the studio that brought you leprosy! SCP-7861-A, standing by itself on a table, will loudly vocalize and flap its wings at a ‘threat.’ Afflictees will recognize and fear the threat but will not be able to describe it, and will not be able to recall that it existed or that they reacted to it. [Using all-new neurotechnology derived from the SCP Foundation’s many living subjects in containment,]12 this little guy turns your danger-detecting instincts inward, allowing it to find a threat in anything! That’s right, anything! A human steps out of a personal washroom, smiling and ready to [get on with their day/meet that special someone/sleep]. Bathroom trips too quick? They are accosted by the birdkeeper, who brandishes the bird as they make some kind of sales pitch or offer. OCD can find ANY germ, real, imaginary, trivial, irrelevant, on ANY surface, and will alert you that your hands need immediate decontamination using patented SQUAWK technology! Repeatedly! Images here become fragmented as the human repeatedly denies their offer, increasing and increasing in vehemence until they begin to yell “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Less than 0.04% of afflictees report a change in the birdkeeper’s demeanor. Repeatedly! The human begins to cry, or their eyes wet, or their mouth dries out. The birdkeeper attempts to calm them down, stooping into their bag to retrieve the bird. The human screams when they see it, either attempting to flee or assaulting the birdkeeper to prevent them from demonstrating their product. They invariably fail. Repeatedly! The voice is distorted as if the recording were beginning to break down. Less than 0.04% of afflictees report a change in the birdkeeper’s demeanor when the bird is forced through the ear into the human’s skull. N/A. A close up of a human washing their hands. A close-up of a human washing their hands. A close-up of a human washing their hands. A close-up of a human washing their hands. A close-up of a human washing their hands. A close-up of a human washing their hands.13 Total silence. Ten seconds. A figure, alone, worships an engraving of SCP-7861-A at a porcelain altar. A complex machine of gears and chains pulls their limbs into a position of prayer. Light and laughter filter in through the windows of the sea-blue temple. I just want it to end. The afflictee's vision is filled with a swarm of SCP-7861-A. The narration cannot be heard over the cacophonous squawking. A human cadaver is occasionally visible through gaps in the swarm: Chunks of flesh are missing from its body, and its face is turned away. In 2.4% of manifestations, afflictees have been able to observe an instance of SCP-7861-A removing a piece of flesh from the cadaver. Not like that. A human with no identifying features sits in a well-decorated room of the kind the subject would like to inhabit. A swarm of SCP-7861-A descend, vocalizing at a 'painful' volume, and remove all small objects and decorations, using their beaks to dislodge items. Stop. The inhabitant attempts to deter them by striking them with a broom, to no visible effect. The broom breaks on the SCP-7861-A instance, and the pieces transmute into SCP-7861-A. Stop! The swarm leaves the room bare save for heavy furniture and framed photographs of individuals close to the afflictee, the latter of which the human peruses. STOP! These, too, transmute into SCP-7861-A, and the inhabitant leaps back in surprise. The heavy furniture transmutes into SCP-7861-A and flies away. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP. A human with no identifying features save for a two-piece suit gives the afflictee a blank stare. The metal chair they sit on is heavily rusted, and one leg is eaten through. It is the only furniture in the dirty concrete room. A lightbulb dangles from a ceiling lamp by a single wire, buzzing loudly above the figure's head. Its buzzing cannot be heard over the caged instances of SCP-7861-A lining every wall, loudly squawking and rattling their cages. In 23.4% of manifestations, one of the cages will fall over, causing the cages above and below to follow suit. The SCP-7861-A will continue unimpeded. N/A The figure opens their mouth to vocalize, but cannot, presumably because a large section of their throat has been torn out. They lower their head, obscuring their face. Their pants leg falls open. Most of their lower leg has been carved out to make space for a nest of juvenile SCP-7861-A, who immediately begin to vocalize. N/A. The figure's head falls into their lap. The figure expires. The juvenile SCP-7861-A expire. The SCP-7861-A in the cages expire. Countless instances of SCP-7861-A fall from the ceiling, expired. If you or a loved one has been diagnosed with OCD, you are entitled to compensation for the time it stole. No mental image accompanies this narration. “Intrusive Artvertising.” Author: W. Hor-Yua Copp. Released under CC-BY-SA-NC 3.0. No mental image accompanies this narration, but the logo of GoI-5889 is superimposed on the afflictee's vision here. A different, more upbeat narrator speaks here, with both the voice and audio quality reminiscent of early 90’s American commercials. Presented by Vikander-Kneed! And YOU, too, can get YOUR media on everyone’s minds by calling █-███-███-████14 to speak with a representative about YOUR brand-new brainworm! Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. For a better tomorrow.™15 Addendum 1: Due to the disturbing content of SCP-7861, and its external origin making it resistant to usual coping strategies, it has had a near-universally negative effect on all affectees. Afflicted Foundation personnel are to be treated with amnestics to mitigate long-term effects; as this is not a practical option for civilians, SCP-7861 has been reclassified Cernunnos. In addition, the only specific obsession portrayed in SCP-7861 is cleanliness, which is a well-known negative stereotype. Addendum 2: Three business days after Addendum 1 was added to the SCP-7861 file, a nonexistent SCiPnet account named "O5-14, an exclusive intellectual property of Vikander-Kneed™ added Addendum V to this file (shown below), which has shown similar resistance to deletion as the trademark frequently accompanying GoI-5889's name in transcripts. Addendum V: As the leading pioneers in advanced media, Vikander-Kneed Technical Media™ believes in its own responsibility, unlike the lumbering titans of simpler media. So we have a message to relay: We messed up, and we're sorry for making your Tomorrow WorseTM by publishing that. We also have a message from our anonymous client W. Hor-Yua Copp to relay: Subject is released from a plastic Walmart bag that will go in to a successful career of bird-strangling, standing a total of six inches tall. They are plucked from the table and placed on a microphone, into which they say: “I'm W. Hor-Yua Copp, I made the original commercial, I approached VKTM to publish it, and I'm sorry. …can I go now?” No, subject. No, you cannot. To those afflicted, expect your thoughts to change in tune with the coming days! Addendum 3: The content of SCP-7861 has since changed; there are no more mental images, and afflictees will instead hear affirmations such as "you can do it," "your writing is good," "they don't all secretly hate you," and "you aren't being monitored by a shadowy worldwide conspiracy any more than anyone else is." While this new content is less disturbing, the involuntary, external, and often ill-timed nature of the thoughts means they are still intrusive and their effect is still negative. Addendum 4: Three business days after Addendum 3 was added, all known afflictees stopped experiencing SCP-7861. No new manifestation has occurred for seven days since. Reclassification to Neutralized pending. Footnotes 1. Cernunnos-class objects could theoretically be contained, but cost or logistical issues prevent containment from being enacted. 2. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, in which an individual develops obsessions: repetitive, distressing, unwanted thoughts about a particular topic, and performs compulsions: routines, mental or physical, to relieve distress. Commonly misrepresented as being a "neat freak", partially due to misinformation spread to contain a related conceptual anomaly; obsessions may concern any topic, taboo or benign, and compulsions can take any form – and are invariably more detrimental than popular portrayals. 3. It has since been determined that the harm caused by containment outweighs the original anomaly's threat to normalcy; said anomaly has been reclassified Cernunnos, and containment procedures rescinded. 4. This need not be conscious: When questioned in his home, one afflictee, Xavier Saleem, promptly and profusely denied the presence of any anxiety disorder, claiming OCD was the invention of "Gen Z TikToking pill-poppers." Selected entries from subject's search history: 'can you get OCD from job,' 'do I have OCD,' 'how to cure OCD,' 'flexible and agile solutions for OCD,' 'let me work dammit you goodanm fcukign dsoirddlerkkmkklkrbk34.' At the end of said rant, subject burst into tears. 5. RAISA Notice: Subject has marked gender as 'questioning' on an intake form for Serenity-Carson Psychology. Updates to pronouns pending. 6. Foundation psiotherapists report either the total absence of SCP-7861 from the subject's mind, even while the subject is directly experiencing it, or a powerful sensation of being grabbed by the arms, whirled in the air five times, and thrown outside of a baseball stadium while a female announcer yells: "Home Run!" 7. "Lower" mental health? Is there a unit for how shit your brain is now? - Harold Blank, Chair of Archives and Revision 8. Wanna help me invent one? - Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, Chair of Memetics and Countermemetics 9. Like you'd know anything about a bad brain day. - Harold Blank, Chair of Archives and Revision 10. I do, and I know this one's hitting you hard but keep it between you and Ngo. 11. Subject claimed this was not a metaphor. 12. This phrase is only ‘heard’ by Foundation personnel under the anomaly’s effects. 13. Mentions in other locations are not affected, but altering any part of this phrasing in this document result in personnel becoming unable to sleep until they have reverted the edit by manually retyping this description. 14. This number redirects Foundation personnel to a random phone in a universe where VKTM does not exist. 15. Once again, all attempts to remove this trademark have failed. Even if deleted once a millisecond by an overseeing AIC, it will simply appear when the page is fetched from the database. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7861" by Damian Thorne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7861. Licensed under CC-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-7863
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keter
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS CLASSIFIED BY THE O5 COUNCIL ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT THE LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE, AUTHORIZATION BY THE O5 COUNCIL OR SITE DIRECTOR DANIEL MOLLOCH WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. ID dfa7879fe503fed4442cb53415df8ff1_1734915527 PASSWORD f6f001bb06b1d256311418869d5729c8_1734915527 Login Logout Item#: 7863 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Area-41 Site Director Dir Daniel Molloch Research Head Dr Elise Bevan Assigned MTF Zeta-13 "Mountain Wolves" Assigned Site Area-41 Site Director Dir Daniel Molloch Research Head Dr Elise Bevan Assigned MTF Zeta-13 "Mountain Wolves" Special Containment Procedures SCP-7863 is not contained due to the assistance it has previously given and continues to offer the foundation in terms of research into other anomalies housed in Area-41 and how to best contain them. SCP-7863 was previously a Senior Researcher prior to incident 41-003-05, it is to remain unnamed to preserve the secrecy of the anomaly. However, it has voluntarily contained itself within a 5m x 5m x 5m humanoid containment cell within the Armed Biological Containment facility Area-41 originally designed for the anomaly by Director Daniel Molloch. It has been assigned the secondary classification of Ticonderoga because of its loyalty. However, due to its dangerous potential and the requirements that would be needed to contain SCP-7863 if its secondary classification was revoked, it has been assigned Keter. Although SCP-7863 has voluntarily contained itself, it is allowed free access to Area-41 where it has sufficient clearance. It also has the limited freedom to leave the facility on a case-by-case basis, however only in its human form, referred to as -A, as not all staff are aware of its SCP designation. If a facility-wide containment breach occurs, SCP-7863 is to be locked within its containment cell until extraction by Facility Guard personnel or MTF Zeta-13 can occur, once this happens SCP-7863 is to be transported to Site-██ until safe relocation to Outpost-41-01 can be secured. All testing of SCP-7863 is to be done by Site Director Daniel Molloch and Senior Researcher Doctor Elise Bevan, including any research staff authorized by either Director Molloch or the O5 Council. Revision SCP-7863 has had a device surgically implanted into it to allow the O5 council to subdue SCP-7863 whilst in form-A via high-voltage electric shock. If off-site, SCP-7863 is to have its location and vitals monitored from Area-41. If vitals monitoring shows a rapid rise in the concentration of blood within SCP-7863 reaching 200%, Zeta-13 is to be sent to contain SCP-7863 immediately with any force required as well as inform and contact a member of the O5 council, if forcing SCP-7863 into compliance fails then severe maiming up to termination is authorized by the O5 council. If any members of hostile groups of interest are identified to be located within a 5-kilometer radius of SCP-7863, it is to be discreetly relocated to Area-41 immediately by MTF Agents even if said groups of interest are not aware of the existence of SCP-7863. See Addendums for the Audio log between Director Molloch and O5-█ that led to the revision. Molloch is not the only creation in the facility. We know who you are now. Description SCP-7863 is identified to have 2 physical forms which it can switch between at will, designated SCP-7863-A and SCP-7863-B, or -A and -B for short. -A resembles a 1.8-meter-tall Caucasian male with light brown hair and light grey eyes in his mid-30s. In this form, SCP-7863 is indistinguishable from any other human being, not showing any of the anomalous abilities that it displays as -B. However, as SCP-7863 begins transformation into -B, vital signs begin to erratically change, these changes seemingly have shown little to no consistency excluding the fact that blood concentration of SCP-7863 will increase at a rapid rate until reaching upwards of 200% of regular human levels. SCP-7863’s anomalous traits manifest upon its transformation into form -B. SCP-7863-B stands at around 4.2 meters tall, during transformation its skin is rapidly replaced by muscle tissue alongside its bones which break through the muscle tissue forming a partial exoskeleton. A pair of wings rip out from its back resembling those of Desmodus rotundus however at a much larger scale, boasting a 4-meter wingspan as well as a 2-meter-long muscular tail. Its arms are approximate in shape and structure to the limbs of Ursus arctos horribilis with claws elongated in proportion to the rest of its body. Its legs are similar to a more muscular form of Rangifer tarandus, with its head being the skull of the same animal but the jaws of the SCP are of Canis lupus. In the transition to this form from -A, SCP-7863 has stated a feeling of immense pain due to being able to acutely feel every physical change happening to his body. SCP-7863’s anomalous traits and abilities are varied and only show whilst as -B. It can speak without the need for proper vocal cords; alongside having no nose, eyes, or ears it still can smell, see, and hear as if it had these sensory organs. It can manipulate the blood of other organisms, seemingly able to control the flow, movement, and volume of blood as if it has become an extension of itself. SCP-7863 can control blood in a radius of approximately 50 meters around itself predicated on the fact that it is aware of the organism’s presence, during testing SCP-7863 stated that it doesn’t know how or why it can control the blood. Another of its abilities discovered through testing is that it disrupts reality in a localized area, if SCP-7863 remains as -B for too long, time begins to alter in a as of yet unpredictable and ever-changing way. The most extreme example of this temporal effect to date was the extension of 10 seconds into 23 hours and 12 minutes within the affected area. The area's physical topography also began to change, changing into bone, blood, and muscle and seemingly becoming an extension of SCP-7863, this effect however does degrade over time back to normal once SCP-7863 returned to -A. The maximum radius of this reality disruption is unknown as it seems to grow over time, the largest radius known under testing was 213 meters. The final anomalous ability that SCP-7863 has shown is that during several events it has been able to accurately predict a handful of yet-to-be-known anomalies and previously undiscovered properties of known anomalies. As SCP-7863 has stated that it is unaware of how it has predicted anything about these anomalies, the O5 council has approved ongoing research to learn how this ability works. Tell them about your dreams, we know you have them, we know you see our king. Addendum Audio Log Transcript The Following is the Audio Transcript from a meeting between Site Director Daniel Molloch and O5-█ Date: 3/6/20██ Subject: SCP-7863 Termination Request [BEGIN LOG] O5-█: This log will be on the record Director due to the serious nature of the request relating to a valuable SCP. I have received your request to terminate SCP-7863 for it is too great of a risk, Director you know that I am not going to accept your request. Your obsessive, disdain, for this SCP in particular, is worrying. Site Director Molloch: Sir my worry about this SCP is not obsessive, after the tests you had me conduct I don't see any justification to allow SCP-7863 to remain alive. If it ever turns against the Foundation it will inevitably bring death and destruction. I cannot abide by that. O5-█: Your experiments have revealed a great deal about its abilities, however, the Council feels there is still more to learn from SCP-7863 as well as its continual aid being invaluable to the Foundation, you know that more than anyone. There is no reason to believe it would turn on us and unless you have any evidence to the contrary I declare this matter closed Director. Site Director Molloch: No. I do not. But we understand little of its origins, only theories from what the SCP has… seen. This dubious origin alongside the special attention that Interest Group 586 has shown is what makes me believe it's a threat. O5-█: Then I suggest you focus your resources on studying SCP-7863's origin, rather than its abilities if it worries you so Director. Your experience in studying and containing SCP-7863 is unmatched and I wouldn't want to have to replace you, you are valuable to the Foundation. And as for the Children of the Scarlet King, that is why I have assigned Zeta-13 to your facility. Daniel, what is the real reason you want the termination? Site Director Molloch: Like I said I think the SCP is a danger to the foundation, the value doesn't outweigh the risks. O5-█: Sighs Unfortunately you cannot decide that, I believe Dr. Webber is assigned to Area-41 Daniel, I recommend you take a visit. The termination request is categorically denied. Site Director Molloch: If I cannot terminate it, then I request a revision to SCP-7863 containment procedure, to ensure SCP-7863is secured from the Interest Group and to guarantee that if it turns on the Foundation, immediate termination is authorized. O5-█: Submit a detailed revision Director, I will have a Ethics Committee Liaison go over it to ensure it is suitable. And before you go, Director, I'd like a report on incident ███-41-19-01-12, your contact with the Children of the Scarlet King is important and I expect it before your revision. Site Director: I will have it done when I get back to the facility, thank you, sir. O5-█: One last thing Director, the Council had a vote to redact ████ ██████████ from the file, that information has been designated as requiring level 6 clearance now. [END LOG] You remember us from that January, tell us what happened in 1997 Molloch. Addendum-7863-01: After incidents 41-███-02 and ███-41-19-01-12, Site Director Daniel Molloch corroborated the events recorded in his personal account and the accounts of survivors in their respective events. Due to this security breach Site Director Molloch has pushed for new preventative measures with provisionary changes approved by O5-█ with the broader proposals being currently under consideration. With the reports of these incidents, Interest Group 586 is now considered a high-level risk to the security of SCP-7863 and Area-41. Zeta-13 has been authorized to terminate any members or suspected members on sight. Foundation operatives implanted in various groups of interest have been tasked with reporting their given group’s knowledge on SCP-7863, if any. Upon the unlikely capture of a member of the Children of the Scarlet King, they are to be interrogated on the subject of SCP-7863 and then terminated. Addendum-7863-02: After his submission of Incident report ███-41-19-01-12, Director Molloch has assigned Head Researcher, Doctor Bevan to begin research into the origin of SCP-7863’s anomalous traits. Incident Report Incident 41-003-05 explains the date of this event, however, SCP-7863 has provided no insight into the cause of its transformation nor does any document seized from the Children of the Scarlet King. For this Director Molloch has approved the Clearance Level 5 report to be given to Dr Bevan once released. As Dr Bevan focuses on the anomaly’s origin, Director Molloch has begun to conduct further research into SCP-7863’s abilities hoping to find a link between its anomalous traits and its yet indeterminable origin. There is someone in the facility with you, there wasn't only one traitor in 2011, see you soon. _ + Show Incident Report ███-41-19-01-12- Hide Incident Report ███-41-19-01-12 Incident Report ███-41-19-01-12 Date:19/01/12 Location:Alpine Mountain Range Personnel involved: 18 MTF-Zeta 13 Personnel SCPs involved: SCP-7863 Pretext: MTF-Zeta 13 was SCP-7863 to Area-41 after being temporarily relocated to Site-██ due to a containment breach a few months prior. The transport to Area-41 was by two UH-60 Black Hawks each containing 7 Zeta-13 personnel alongside a pilot and co-pilot. The Incident report is divided by the events of the incident. 9:20 - 9:23 am: The Black Hawk transports were passing over the Alps near the Swiss-Austrian border as Black Hawk One was shot by an explosion round, likely from a MANPADS, this round hit the cockpit. Approximately 10 seconds later a second round hits the tail of Black Hawk Two, sending the Black Hawk spiraling into the mountainside. After the collision, the deaths of 3 Zeta-13 agents and the pilot, amongst the survivors of the crash were SCP-7863, Z13-9, Z13-10, Z13-11, Z13-13, and Z13-16, who were the co-pilot. The survivors of the crash would begin to travel east due to a lack of signal for long-range communication. 9:57 - 10:17 am: The survivors of the crash came into contact with hostile forces fighting in guerrilla-style combat. During the 20-minute engagement, the survivors found themselves stuck on the mountainside, Z13-10 and Z13-16 were lightly injured with 3 of the 7 hostiles being terminated. Hostiles fled from the engagement as the survivors regrouped themselves and began to travel northeast up the mountain slope seeing a cave entrance in hopes of being able to receive enough signal to request an extraction to deliver SCP-7863 to Area-41. As this happened, Z13-9 checked the bodies of 2 of the terminated hostiles learning they were from Interest Group 586, otherwise known as Children of the Scarlet King. 10:20 am: Z13-11 managed to get a signal to request extraction from their GPS location whilst Z13-10 and Z13-16 were patched up, both of which were in stable condition. MTF Zeta-13 received the message from the survivors and would send several squads of MTF to extract the survivors and terminate any encounter with hostiles. 10:30 - 10:32 am: Z13-9 spotted hostiles approaching the cave entrance and opened fire, alerting the others to the presence of the hostiles. In the short firefight, Z13-9 was shot in the head, killing him immediately, this caused the survivors to go deeper into the caves in hopes of ambushing the hostiles. Z13-10, Z13-11, and SCP-7863 ended up fleeing in another direction to Z13-13 and Z13-16. 10:42 - 10:52 am: Z13-11, Z13-10, and SCP-7863 were the group solely hunted by the hostiles into the cave system. They ambushed several hostiles as they split up to search for them. In these ten minutes, the reports of the 3 suggested they terminated 7 hostiles. 10:47 am: Z13-13 and Z13-16 concluded that either the hostiles had not entered the cave system or chased the group that SCP-7863 was with. The two began to go back to find the other group in case the Children of the Scarlet King were hunting SCP-7863. 11:01 - 11:09 am: 8 hostiles located the three survivors who were cornered at a dead end of the cave system. In the firefight Z13-11 was shot in the leg whilst running to cover causing them to fall and collide into a boulder, knocking him out immediately. Z13-10 would be shot and killed during this firefight after throwing a fragmentation grenade. Before his death, Z13-10 killed 3 of the 8 hostiles. SCP-7863 uses Z13-10's gun to defend himself as Z13-13 and 13-16 locate SCP-7863 and terminate the last hostiles. Z13-13, Z13-16, and SCP-7863 carried the unconscious Z13-11 back to the open of the cave as Zeta-13 was arriving shortly. 11:32 am: Black Hawks sent by MTF Zeta-13 arrive at the location and extract SCP-7863, Z13-11, Z13-13, and Z13-16 and returned them to Area-41 where SCP-7863 would be confirmed to have contained itself within its containment cell at 01:14 pm. 11:30 am - 12:30 pm: MTF Zeta-13 scoured the mountains for any members of the Children of the Scarlet King and retrieved the bodies of dead foundation and cult members as clean up prepared to remove the destroyed Black Hawks. During this, it was confirmed that the cult was members of the Children of the Scarlet King however they were of an unknown sect. Upon locating Black Hawk One, Z13-1, Z13-2, and Z13-5 were the only members found alive. _ + The following is an audio log by Site Director Daniel Molloch, those without clearance given by the O5 Council or Director Molloch before accessing this file will be terminated.- Hide audio log. Audio Log Transcript Date:17/6/20██ Subject: Incident Report ███-41-19-01-12 [BEGIN LOG] Director Molloch: This log is to address some inaccuracies in the official report for the O5 Council, as requested 11 days ago I have submitted the official report of the incident however as per the containment procedures I have set up, I have kept my identity removed as well as altering the events of 11:01 am. Director Molloch sighed and paused, tapping a pen on a desk. Director Molloch: After the death of Agent Ackehurst as well as Agent Irving losing consciousness, the other two were not the ones to kill the cultist. To ensure they could not capture me, I turned into the other form. The cultist froze and began to pray. They thought I was a creation of their god and wanted me to go with them. I terminated them. Director Molloch paused again with only the pen tapping could be heard. Director Molloch: We don't know if they knew our route back to Area-41 or if it was by chance and due to having no one to question, I recommend we assume the worse. As I know my termination request is denied, I hope you approve my request to increase the containment restrictions, I also request additional funding for the Cult Divisions of Area-41 to learn more about this unidentified sect of the cult. Apart from that I believe that concludes this audio log as the rest of the report is accurate. [END LOG] « SCP-7862 | SCP-7863| SCP-7864 »
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Some beings are able to endure great calamities. Item Nº: VNP-7864 Dr. Augusta Mwangi Ephraim, VNP-7864 Specification: VNP-7864 is Dr. Augusta Mwangi Ephraim, currently residing in the McGrath Paramalady Hospital of the town of Harkness, Maryland,1 partially managed by Vanguard on account of the anomalous illnesses present in the area. Mwangi is a 75 year old retired para-epidemiologist of global renown who worked for the World Parahealth Organization for forty years. Her last assignment before retirement was serving as the WPhO liaison in Harkness where she lent her expertise on dealing with the town's unique nature. She is also registered as a minor thaumaturgist. Currently, she is afflicted with a seemingly unique strand of the Washington Virion, which is developing particularly slowly within her. This unique mutation has manifested hitherto unknown symptoms, including a near-constant desire to be submerged in hot water2 and an extremely slow metabolism. Notably, while the virion is slowly affecting Mwangi's ability to channel EVE,3 she hasn't felt any further ill-effects. Normalization Protocols: Augusta Mwangi must be quarantined like any other individual infected with the Washington Virion. All her needs are to be taken care of. Experimentation with her condition must be kept to a minimum and only is to be carried out with her permission. Additionally, the final objective of all testing must be discovering the nature of her ailment and how to cure it. Additional Information: Discovery of VNP-7864 On 12/04/2049, Mwangi — who had been self isolating in her home as per the guidelines of the nation-wide Procedure Pizzicato — reportedly felt a strong urge to fill her bathtub with hot water and submerge herself in it. By her own account, she spent five days in this state, without the need to drink, eat or move. The only activity she performed was changing the water when it cooled. On the third day, she started receiving texts from Antoni Barraquer, a former colleague with whom she had kept in contact. After the second day of silence, Barraquer called the emergency hotline to get the Harkness authorities to check on Mwangi. Shortly after a Vanguard medical team was sent from the McGrath Paramalady Hospital. She was found floating prone in her bathtub prior to being brought into the ER. Initial Medical Testing of VNP-7864: In the ER, her condition was confirmed to be stable. After corroborating her identity and her status as an active thaumaturgist, a Vernon test4 was performed on her and confirmed that she was infected, albeit the virus was progressing very slowly. Following this, she was placed in observation in one of the empty rooms of the McGrath Paramalady Hospital.5 In the following days, Mwangi asked for a bathtub and a jar full of lichen. Both these requests were provided immediately. Then, after she spent another three days submerged in the bath tub without any sustenance or apparent need to breathe, a provisional VNP document was drafted and she was interviewed. First Interview with VNP-7864: Dr. Shell: Hey, Augusta, how are you feeling? Mwangi: Oh, hello Cosmo. It's been a while. <She is silent for three seconds> And I feel weird, because my mind wants to be here but my body would prefer it if I was in the water. Dr. Shell: Do you think the virus is affecting your behaviour? Mwangi: Yes. Dr. Shell: That's very concerning. Mwangi: Well, it's not the weirdest side effect to a disease I've witnessed. In my years I've seen lots of strange things. <She sighs> Dr. Shell: Still, this is one of the rarest cases of the WV we've found on our database. None of the ones we've registered have caused this kind of reaction. Mwangi: Have you tried contacting the WpHO? Dr. Shell: It was the first thing we did. But it's difficult to get any information from them right now. Mwangi: Things must be hectic out there. And I guess we gotta work together to find out why I'm like this. Dr. Shell: Correct. Meanwhile, we'd like to run some tests on you, to try to discover the origins of your current condition. To do that, we need you to read carefully these documents. <Dr. Shell slides a stack of papers into the decontamination lock of Mwangi's chamber> Mwangi: What's this? Dr. Shell: Some approval forms we need you to review carefully. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them. We're here to help. Mwangi: Thank you. <Three minutes of silence on-footage, punctuated by papers rustling and Mwangi's soft muttering.> Dr. Shell: Our working theory is that your state, as it is, may not be caused by the virus. <Mwangi hums approvingly. The silence resumes for three further minutes of footage.> Mwangi: I think everything is in order and, if I do say so myself, it's much better than the deal usually offered by the Coalition. <She signs the documents and puts them back in the decontamination lock. She's glancing nervously between Dr. Shell and the tub.> Dr. Shell: Thank you very much. I'll leave you alone for today and tomorrow we'll start with the battery of tests, if that's ok with you. Mwangi: Yeah, yeah, I'm going to the tub again. Good night. In the following days, Mwangi was subjected to a battery of tests including a Berryman Pattern Check, an ectoplasm electroscopy, a Non-Sequitur Test for Surrealist Conclusion, and a standard test for extra-universal contamination. All of them turned out negative. When exposed to a Geiger and a Kant counter, she showed no particular deviance from baseline. Results from testing with an Akiva counter were disregarded due to the hospital's nature as a temple to Asclepius. Then, after three days of tests, blood was extracted from the subject. The samples of Washington Virion present within were compared to all other samples available to the Washington Virion Research Group, and no notable differences were found. However, over twenty dormant anomalous diseases were discovered within, some of which were not classified in Vanguard's database. Furthermore, other exotic materials of unknown origin were present in the tissue. Following this discovery, Dr. Shell and Dr. Fernández scheduled another interview with Mwangi. Second interview with VNP-7864: Dr. Shell: Hello, Augusta, how are you feeling this morning? Mwangi: I'm not sure. I ate a bit of what the nurses brought and it was good.6 Dr. Shell: Did you sleep well? Mwangi: If sleep is falling into a trance while floating in a tub, then I slept perfectly. Dr. Shell: I guess we have to look on the bright side. Mwangi: I can't do anything else except adapt to what's happening to me. Dr. Shell: Yes. Anyways, this is Dr. Helena Fernández, she is in charge of analyzing the tests we've been running on you. Dr. Fernández: Hello Dr. Mwangi, I'm pleased to meet you. <Mwangi mumbles an unintelligible response.> Dr. Fernández: Would you mind if we asked a couple of questions? Mwangi: I think I would prefer it if I was lying in a moss bed instead of answering questions. <Six seconds of silence pass> But I have to fight that urge. This is important. For me. For my health. So I guess I ought to answer those questions. Dr. Fernández: Thank you very much. So, let's start with the good news! Nearly all the tests we've conducted came out negative. So, you aren't meaning that you aren't suffering from exposure to an infohazard or being controlled by an extradimensional doppelgänger or suffering from the aftereffects from breaking a demonic pact. That's good for us because we would be completely out of our depth with those things. <Dr. Fernández lets out a chuckle.> Mwangi:<Muttering.> Excellent. Dr. Fernández: But that's what we didn't find. Because, and I'm very sorry about this, we did find some very troubling things. Mwangi: Like what? Dr. Fernández: It seems like you've been infected with a ton of diseases. Some of us are puzzled as to how you are still breathing. Mwangi: Oh. That. Yes. Dr. Fernández: You knew? Mwangi: Of course. Dr. Shell: You came around here for five years and you didn't tell us? Mwangi: Look, that's not something that usually comes up in casual conversation. Dr. Shell: So, you knew that you were infected with… <He looks down at his report.> … twenty-three diseases, both paranormal and mundane and still interacted with us? Mwangi: None of my illnesses ever spread to anyone. Look, the rundown is that in my years in the GOC, I came in contact to just shy of a million different diseases. <She sighs> In my years I've seen antimemetic Poliomyelitis, the Red Death, the Dinosaur Flu, the Daevite Scourge and six different variations of the Tartarean Spore Infection. But I was never contagious. Dr. Fernández: And how did you survive? <Five seconds of silence on recording> Mwangi: When I was thirty, the people at ICSUT and my friends at the WpHO injected some kind of antiviral serum. An experimental thing. <Silence on recording> Dr. Shell: Please elaborate. Mwangi: I'm not sure what it was. Some kind of synthetic polymers enhanced with biomancy, I think. But I know it wasn't an outright success. But it did stop me from being contagious and also stop me from dying, which is pretty good, all things considered. Dr. Shell: Fascinating. This could mean a way to stop the Virion. Dr. Fernández: Let's not get ahead of ourselves. You said it wasn't a success. Why? Mwangi: It was very costly. We needed to have over twelve simultaneous rituals performed by two people to keep it working! Dr. Fernández: So, if the serum was still functioning, someone was performing the rituals. Mwangi: Yes, I was. Along with Dr. Barraquer. That's why he was alarmed when he lost contact with me. Dr. Fernández: So there is a slim chance of using this against the Virion! Mwangi: No. My mind is foggy because I want to go sleep in the water instead of speaking with you. <She grumbles> But even with this numbness I can tell you that the serum is ineffective against that. Even with the serum, I've lost my magic. And I don't know how or why I'm not collapsing from the zombie virus and the bone-eating disease in my blood. If I had to guess, there's something here that we're all missing. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Fernández: I see. I'll prepare one last test. Dr. Fernández decided to test Mwangi's genetic material to see if there were any further parahuman modifications that could be causing her condition. After the results came in, Dr. Fernández discovered that even though she outwardly still looks human, her genetic makeup is that of a Milnesium tardigradum.7 Further tests were halted upon request by both doctors until the true nature of the anomaly could be discerned. The following morning, before going to communicate these findings to Augusta Mwangi, Dr. Shell and Dr. Fernández found the following note: + Reveal unknown note: - Close unknown note YOU'RE BEAR-Y IMPORTANT TO US We heard you were having trouble With those pesky diseases But water bears always shrug off trouble We hope you find them inspiring — The Obearwatch Command The Hubris of the Broken 8,000 Dead Rats Echoes Footnotes 1. Previously known as Nx-52, a hotspot for anomalous diseases. 2. Above 37 ºC 3. Elan Vital Energy, one of the main components needed for performing magic and thaumaturgy. 4. A routine test performed on those presumed infected by the Washington Virion consisting of exposing a small tissue sample to a concentrated EVE source. If the tissue fails to react accordingly, the person is infected. 5. Due to the town's nature, during the crisis, almost all inhabitants followed the protocols they had been following for their entire lives, making it one of the municipalities with the least incidence from the virus and leaving the local hospital largely unoccupied. 6. An hour earlier, she had been seen tasting the lichen in the jar. 7. One of the most common species of eight-legged Tardigrade, sometimes known as water bears. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "VNP-7864" by Diogene_s, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7864. Licensed under CC-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: Smiling_Old_Woman_(Imagicity_1180).jpg Author: Graham Crumb License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Smiling_Old_Woman_(Imagicity_1180).jpg
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⧗ 1h10min read close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes murder, references to self-harm, suicidal ideation, and depictions of torture. ⚠️ content warning Item#: SCP-7865 Level1 Containment Class: explained Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-7865 is a recursive algorithm for the approximation of a solution to the Husik macrostatistical evaluation theorem. By design, the algorithm is only capable of producing solutions for high-likelihood events, under the constraint of the domain $\{ \alpha_v | \sqrt{5}/5 \leq \alpha_v\}.$ This results from the theorem’s probability curve appearing as a steep error function, shifted by $-e\pi^{-1}$ units.This is a rightward shift, not a downward shift.. Numerical convergence is only estimated to occur within $t_r <$ 504 hours for an $\alpha_v$ > 0.7684 .Three weeks was deemed the time for which the cost benefit of calculating a solution reached zero. It is from 504 hours that the value $\alpha_v$ = 0.768 was computed. Otherwise, it is an arbitrary value., although smaller values of $\alpha_v$ may still allow for convergence when the time-to-event $t_e$ is sufficiently small as well. Some cases have demonstrated values as low as $\alpha_v$=0.5573 to be convergent for $t_e$= 16.34 hours. Convergence, in turn, is considered to have occurred when the difference between two successive iterations has a error $|E| < (2e)^{-4}.$ Despite 14 relevant variables for convergence, multivariate analysis of simulated runtime models have proven the values of $\alpha_v$ and $t_e$ to be the most critical for a low $t_r$. More information about the derivation of SCP-7865, its mathematical properties, and case studies can be requested from the Head of the Analytics Department with _ Level 4 clearance. Level 4 clearance. From: tenartni.noitadnuof|ilajo#tenartni.noitadnuof|ilajo To: tenartni.noitadnuof|lmsmailliw#tenartni.noitadnuof|lmsmailliw Sent: 9:29 AM, March 14th, 2014 Subject: Request to refile SCP-7865 Director Williams, Hope this email finds you well. I’m writing to inquire about SCP-7865’s documentation, it seems sparse. Emailing the Head of Analytics for some math homework? It's absurd. I think it's probably best to archive the file entirely. I can submit the request if that's alright with you. Sincerely, RAISA Secretary Ali From: tenartni.noitadnuof|lmsmailliw#tenartni.noitadnuof|lmsmailliw To: tenartni.noitadnuof|ilajo#tenartni.noitadnuof|ilajo Sent: 10:04 AM, March 14th, 2014 Subject: Re: Request to remove SCP-7865 from file Omar, Your request isn't the first, but I will tell you what I've told the others: SCP-7865's documentation will not be removed from its present file. The veterans from the Analytics Department are adamant SCP-7865 stays around, in one form or another. Myself included. Though, I will agree that the permissions required to fully access an explained 'anomaly' are excessive, especially considering its mundane nature. We keep the entry around as a cautionary reminder. It’s one of the Foundation’s early failures, back from when we were still formalizing the institution into its modern form. I suppose most of our staff now are too young to remember. They should know our failures, it's for the best. Digitizations of pertinent archives are attached, they’ll tell you what you need to know. And please Omar, we’ve been friends long enough. Call me Latoya. Yours, Dr. Latoya Williams _ Hey! Hey you! Hi! I’m flattered to see that there’s someone looking through my page source. Sorry to tell you bud, but I’ve got no clue what I’m doing. There’s a mystical relation between this coltop component and our Lord himself that mandates its own need to exist, and I haven’t a clue why. Everything breaks when this isn’t here. Oh well. Thanks for reading, I love you!- Hide block Archived Document 7865-B2-1959 Archived Document 7865-A1-1974 Archived Document 7865-A1-1975 Archived Document 7865-A2-1975 Archived Document 7865-A2-1979 Archived Document 7865-A1-1981 WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/CONRAD CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. IMPOSSIBLE TO DETERMINE DATE OF AUTOMATIC DECLASSIFICATION December 2nd, 1959 Memorandum for: Research Site CONRAD Director Via: Internal Affairs Lead Coordinator Subject: Dr. Moshe Husik, the Department of Applied Mathematics, and the Neural Interface Computational Engines (NICE) 1. Regarding the Object of Dr. Husik 1.1. Moshe Husik has proven invaluable to the Foundation. There are few, if any, other cooperative entities with its degree of expertise in anomalous mechanics. Considering Husik's independent development of successful containment procedures for seventeen separate anomalies within a decade of employment, its current position as Head of the Department of Applied Mathematics is no surprise. 1.2. Permission to use anomalous methods to produce containment procedures are heavily restricted. Following formal requests, Dr. Husik has previously employed Sarkic rituals for containment purposes. Although, as it is not permitted to use anomalous practices when not explicitly authorized, its self-experimentation constitutes a direct violation of both Overseer order and Ethics Committee precedent. 1.3. Detainment and subsequent analysis of Dr. Husik revealed a set of anomalous features not unlike the arrays of Site CONRAD’s Neural Interface Computational Engines. It is not currently discernible whether these alterations merely resemble or actually share the same origins as the biomachinery. In either circumstance, the same benefit is provided: Husik presents unusually advanced capabilities in calculation and problem-solving. The extent of its capacities are unknown. 1.4. Given Dr. Husik’s previous affiliation with the Sarkic Cult, it is presumed augmentations were made [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Therefore, it is inconsistent with Foundation criteria for baseline humanity. 1.5. It is indeterminable whether Dr. Husik’s moral faculties have been affected. The premature death of Director Kelly suggests that Husik no longer maintains a benevolent view of human life. It has insisted that its usage of the NICE to evaluate the deaths of Foundation personnel was intended to “prevent further loss of life”, but has failed to adequately offer any rational explanation for its choice of persons. 1.6. Interview Logs ► HUSIKM-1959-1 ▼ HUSIKM-1959-1 DATE: 11/27/1959 SUBJECT: Moshe Husik INTERVIEWER: Mason Kelly, Site Director [BEGIN LOG] KELLY: This isn’t really something I expected to be doing, Husik. SUBJECT: I didn’t think you’d be sitting here, either. KELLY: You’re sweating. SUBJECT: I’m nervous, Kelly. Seriously, you have to seek shelter. KELLY: I’ve never seen you go this far off a hunch. SUBJECT: It’s not a hunch. Please, I'm begging you. Run or hide! Do something! KELLY: Calm down. We’ve got all day. [Sighs] May you state your credentials for the record? SUBJECT: My name is Moshe Husik. Today’s the twenty-seventh, November nineteen fifty-nine. KELLY: Dr. Husik, on the night of the twenty-sixth you activated the… NICE? [Kelly looks up from his clipboard]. [Husik nods hastily.] KELLY: … without Overseer approval to use anomalous Foundation equipment. Then, you activated it again this morning. Is that correct? SUBJECT: Yes. KELLY: Why? SUBJECT: To prevent the loss of life. KELLY: How clinical. SUBJECT: I’ll take that as a compliment. KELLY: And have you successfully prevented the loss of life? SUBJECT: No. Not yet, at least. You still have time to save yourself. The probability isn’t certain. Likely, but not certain. KELLY: [Frowning] Husik, I already told you I'm not in any danger. Do you know something I don't? SUBJECT: I can’t say. Or - rather, sorry. I mean that I don’t know what it is either. You were just the most probable. KELLY: You need to use your words. Explain. Run it by me, step by step. Don't worry if it's classified. I've got emergency credentials for this interrogation. Tell me. Why do you believe I'm going to die? SUBJECT: Ok. [Exhales] I’ll explain everything, everything. KELLY: Go ahead. SUBJECT: It started with an idea I had a few years back. Using [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] to- KELLY: With [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]? That's impossible. SUBJECT: No, not at all. Since the Laplace transform of a superconclusive matrix yields numerically solvable differentials, the algorithm converges. KELLY: That's ingenious. But… I’m still skeptical. That's far too many variables. SUBJECT: Sure. But once you [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED], like some sort of sieve, you can start to precisely define a macroevent. KELLY: That's hardly a definition. SUBJECT: I know, bear with me. Luckily, if you can agglomerate- KELLY: This is all theoretical. You could never compute something this complex. SUBJECT: Maybe with traditional computers. But with [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]… the human mind becomes a computer itself. [Silence.] KELLY: Husik, that's…horrendous. SUBJECT: Come on. When you were a researcher, every other week…well. We both know what you've done to the D-Class. KELLY: I did what was necessary. SUBJECT: Sure. It got you promoted, and now as a director I can only imagine- KELLY: Husik. I made sacrifices for the protection of mankind. SUBJECT: And so have I! And look where that got me? You need to protect yourself, goddammit! KELLY: Alright, alright! Just.. [Kelly closes his eyes and rubs his temples] Just settle down. We're getting off-topic. Back to what you were saying. You're telling me that [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]? SUBJECT: That's most of it. To the dot, even. [Kelly leans back in his chair.] KELLY: Theory’s solid. But how'd you get the [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] to actually work? SUBJECT: Through [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] interfacing. Although, I'm still unsure whether that's the optimal approach. KELLY: How do you write input for a machine like that? SUBJECT: Well, I hoped it could be verbal at first. But preliminary tests proved that text was… um… less ambiguous. Much more controllable. From there, we trained [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] KELLY: I would've never imagined. How many test cases do you have? SUBJECT: Eleven. Actually, thirteen. Eleven proper cases and two more inconclusive. KELLY: What do you mean? SUBJECT: Eleven cases where the events were both predicted and realized. All the specifics are in the report, but the predictions are generally very reliable. The events always happened. [Subject pauses.] SUBJECT: But we never intervened. I-um, we never acted proactively, and that's why- KELLY: Yes, I know. Run and hide. Don’t start. [Kelly folds his hands.] It’s interesting. Quite interesting. I assume I’m one of the two inconclusive test cases? SUBJECT: Yes. KELLY: And what was the other one? SUBJECT: Similar to yours, though I doubt the name will ring a bell. I couldn’t contact her in the timespan given. I assume she’s dead. KELLY: If I was to tell you that Ms. O’Tana is still alive and well, how would you feel? SUBJECT: Elated. If she could escape her fate, you can too. KELLY: It’s good to know that you still care. SUBJECT: Of course I do. KELLY: Husik… why'd you choose me? SUBJECT: Because… [Subject takes a deep breath.] SUBJECT: Come on. You're my friend, and I want you to be safe. [Kelly smiles forcefully.] KELLY: I believe you. I really do, Husik. SUBJECT: Thank you. KELLY: And even if I didn't, protocol still dictates that I need to be placed under protection. Once I'm put away, they'll swap in someone else. Probably Drennan. You know she won't be as accommodating to you as I've been. [Subject nods.] KELLY: Until I’m in the clear, you’re going to have to hold out. I’ll shield myself from anything and everything, and when I’m done, I’ll get you out of this mess. You hear me? SUBJECT: Thank you. Thank you so much. I can’t thank you enough. KELLY: No worries. And for what it’s worth, you’re also one of the best friends I’ve ever made in this place. Best of luck Husik. [END LOG] ► HUSIKM-1959-3 ▼ HUSIKM-1959-3 DATE: 11/29/1959 SUBJECT: Moshe Husik INTERVIEWER: Enora Drennan, Internal Affairs Lead Coordinator [BEGIN LOG] DRENNAN: Can you state your name and date for the record? SUBJECT: My name’s Moshe Husik, and the date is November twenty-ninth, nineteen fifty-nine. DRENNAN: Husik, why did you kill Charlie O’Tana? SUBJECT: What? DRENNAN: On the early morning November 27th - two days ago - she was found dead, approximately half an hour after you, ahem, predicted her death. SUBJECT: No, no, no… Kelly said she didn’t die. He told me- DRENNAN: Director Kelly lied. I can’t tell you why. When I went over the interview I was confused too. SUBJECT: Maybe he didn’t know. I- DRENNAN: I’m certain he knew. He seemed to think about you highly. It’s a shame how you repaid the favor. SUBJECT: I was trying to protect him. DRENNAN: Director Kelly died two hours ago. [Subject looks away.] DRENNAN: You were off by twenty minutes. It's impressive, I'll give you that. [Pausing] And then there's the matter of the things we found inside you. [Subject shuts its eyes.] SUBJECT: Don't. DRENNAN: You're inhuman. I asked for a containment chamber, but solitary confinement will have to do for now. SUBJECT: You're a cruel woman. DRENNAN: No, I just do my job well. [Drennan stands up.] DRENNAN: Anyways. I've got other matters to attend to. I'll get back to you, eventually. [END LOG] ► HUSIKM-1959-4 ▼ HUSIKM-1959-4 DATE: 11/30/1959 SUBJECT: Moshe Husik INTERVIEWER: Enora Drennan, Internal Affairs Lead Coordinator [BEGIN LOG] DRENNAN: State your name and date for the record. [Subject glares at Drennan] DRENNAN: Alright. Husik, when was the last time you were human? SUBJECT: I am human. DRENNAN: You are not. SUBJECT: Why not? [Subject sneers] DRENNAN: [opens a folder] Here’s the imaging of your innards. I really appreciate Command for ordering them. I would’ve never guessed you were this much of a freak. SUBJECT: I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. DRENNAN: Sure. We do know about your ties to Sarkicism, so there’s no point in hiding it. Be honest with me. SUBJECT: You can’t blame me for the circumstances of my birth. DRENNAN: But I can certainly blame you for murder. Two, in fact. SUBJECT: I didn't kill them. DRENNAN: Your machine did. And who aimed it at them? SUBJECT: That’s not what it does! DRENNAN: Oh, please. Nobody on your list had any reason to die until you said they did. You might not understand how, exactly, but your machine killed them. You killed them. SUBJECT: How? I can't- it's not even anomalous! DRENNAN: It’s not anomalous? SUBJECT: No, no, its… [places a hand on his chest] DRENNAN: It’s just like you. Isn’t it? [Subject stares at Drennan.] DRENNAN: I had a feeling. You used the same rituals those Sarkites taught you to build it, didn't you? SUBJECT: I had authorization. DRENNAN: [Sneering] And you still call yourself human? SUBJECT: Yes. I still think. I still feel. I’m still human. DRENNAN: Then that machine must also think, and feel. Like a human. SUBJECT: No, it’s not bound to a body. The neurons aren’t wired the same way. It’s just not comparable. DRENNAN: What about you? You're bound to a body. Should you be registered as an anomalous object, Husik? SUBJECT: No. For the same reason my computers shouldn’t. We aren’t anomalous. DRENNAN: “We”? Interesting. Tell me how you’re non-anomalous. [Subject rolls his eyes.] SUBJECT: I obey every known law of the natural world. [Huffs] Didn’t you go to university? This isn’t how science works. You hold the burden of proof. DRENNAN: You violate the basic principles of biology. SUBJECT: No, I don't, and neither do the NICE. Get a real biologist in the room. The way we got the parts set up was anomalous, but the final product isn’t. It's nothing more than cells in an unusual pattern. The pattern of various calculators, that is. DRENNAN: And in your case? SUBJECT: I don’t know what I was supposed to be. Smart, I assume. I think that was all they really planned for me. DRENNAN: How conceited. And just how many brains did they shove in your skull again? SUBJECT: [Groaning] Just put me back in solitary. DRENNAN: Can do. [END LOG] ► HUSIKM-1959-5 ▼ HUSIKM-1959-5 DATE: 12/1/1959 SUBJECT: Moshe Husik INTERVIEWER: Enora Drennan, Internal Affairs Lead Coordinator [BEGIN LOG] DRENNAN: Do you know why you’re here today? SUBJECT: Of course. DRENNAN: Why are you here today? [Subject hesitates.] SUBJECT: I… I’m not sure what to say. DRENNAN: You seemed quite aware of your circumstances earlier. SUBJECT: What? What’re you doing? DRENNAN: Excuse me? SUBJECT: No snark? The-the change in demeanor… who’s breathing down your neck? DRENNAN: [Chuckles] No one. I just thought solitary had loosened you up. [Subject remains silent for a moment.] SUBJECT: You locked me up for a while. DRENNAN: Your cell’s padded. Sounds cozy, if you ask me. SUBJECT: Yeah. Gave me a lot of time to think, alone. DRENNAN: Is there something you’d like to share? SUBJECT: I dunno. Not sure if I’m confident in my current theory. DRENNAN: You mean the computers? SUBJECT: No, no, biocomputation isn’t all that. [Muttering] They play it up a lot. Think the real problem is interface interaction systems. I didn’t expect this scenario. DRENNAN: Could you be more specific? SUBJECT: [mumbling] It's…the theorem evaluates events when they're certain. Almost certain. There might be… some kind of confirmation bias. It doesn't produce false predictions since it, well, it can't…that's what I made it for, after all. I engineered something that can only ever work. I… I can't change what's predicted but I…I don't know, maybe… [clicks tongue]… nevermind. [Drennan frowns.] DRENNAN: I have no idea what any of that means. SUBJECT: So then why are you here? [Drennan closes her eyes and breathes deeply.] DRENNAN: I just have a few more questions to ask you. SUBJECT: [Shaking his head] Ask away. DRENNAN: Right. Why, precisely, did you target the late Director Kelly? [Subject hesitates, again] SUBJECT: I-I’m not sure if there’s anything I can say. DRENNAN: Why not? SUBJECT:I… I may have set in motion a series of events I couldn't have accounted for. I'm not sure what I can safely say at this point. DRENNAN: I don’t understand. SUBJECT: I’m afraid I understand barely enough. And I don’t know what I can say, if anything, to fix it. DRENNAN: Are- SUBJECT: I’d rather not say anything at all. I don’t know what I can say yet. DRENNAN: Unbelievable. Are you certain this is your preferred course of action? SUBJECT: Yes. For now, at least. [END LOG] 2. Regarding Alexandra Hovsky 2.1. Not all containment procedures developed by the Department of Applied Mathematics are currently understood, and efforts to reverse engineer paratechnology designed by Dr. Husik have proven unsuccessful. However, several of Dr. Husik's subordinates have been informed of relevant principles and theories, and have proven capable of partially understanding its work. 2.2. Several members of the Department of Applied Mathematics have taken after Dr. Husik, notably among them, junior researcher Alexandra Hovsky. Given the controversy surrounding his removal, these individuals' unwaveringly positive opinion of Dr. Husik has come under question. However, to date, all members of the Department of Applied Mathematics have been found to be sound of mind, non-anomalous, and generally empathetic to humanity. 2.3. Interview Logs ► HOVSKYA-1959-1 ▼ HOVSKYA-1959-1 DATE: 11/28/1959 SUBJECT: Alexandra Hovsky, Junior Researcher INTERVIEWER: Mason Kelly, Site Director [BEGIN LOG] KELLY: Hey. A raspberry tart? [Kelly offers the pastry to Hovsky.] HOVSKY: That’s my favorite. KELLY: It’s yours. HOVSKY: You knew it was my favorite. KELLY: Word gets around. Could you state your credentials for the record? HOVSKY: Alexandra Hovsky, and it’s December first. KELLY: To what- HOVSKY: Why am I being interviewed? KELLY: Excuse me? HOVSKY: You even tried to soften me up with the sweets. Why me? There’s about a dozen other people in the department as involved in this as I am. Why aren’t they being interviewed? KELLY: [Grinning] You know I can’t show you all my cards. So let me make you a deal. If you tell me why you think you’re here, I promise I’ll tell you why I think you should be here. Sound fair? [Hovsky rest her chin in her knuckles.] HOVSKY: Alright. I think you’re trying to make an example out of me. Because I didn’t back down when Husik was detained, and I won’t keep my mouth shut. KELLY: [Laughs softly] It’s funny how perspective works. Ms. Hovsky, there's a lot more eyes on this whole affair than you'd imagine. You need to understand the gravity of the situation and keep quiet; there's a good reason everyone else piped down. HOVSKY: Cowardice? KELLY: Let me speak. Your relationship to Moshe Husik is terribly suspicious. You need to realize that. The Foundation protects people from things like Husik. We don’t usually help them. We don’t make anomalies, we contain them. It’s our purpose, it's the reason we’re all here. [Hovsky does not speak.] KELLY: Most of us didn’t choose to work here until anomalies forced their way into our lives. This is personal for a lot of us. You have to understand I'm trying to do what's best for everyone, Alexandra. Please, help me out here. I’m trying to do what’s best for everyone. HOVSKY: Husik… he’s been good to me. KELLY: Moshe was good to everyone. Yet, here we are. HOVSKY: I-I’m not going to turn my back on him. KELLY: I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to. Just, please, I want the truth. All of it. Tell me, how much of Husik’s theorem do you truly understand? HOVSKY: I.. uh. I understand it completely? [Kelly raises her brow.] HOVSKY: Erm… the theorem’s almost inextricably linked to the NICE. The two were designed for each another. The NICE are still somewhat general-purpose, but… biocomputers work like normal computers, you know? The problem's more with understanding how they actually function as a whole, and I don't think anyone really gets all the nitty gritty details. So the theorem, I could easily run it, but I couldn't tell you why it works. [Kelly continues in silence, watching intently.] HOVSKY: Um. I guess what I'm trying to say is that… [clicks her tongue]. Okay. So, for example, somebody actually solved the alpha node problem once, and that was it! Nobody ever needed to figure it out again. So, with Husik's theorem, I know what each part does, and I know how they work together. But I didn’t put it all together. KELLY: I see. Do the NICE pose any threat to human life? HOVSKY: What… what does that question mean? KELLY: Do you have any reason to believe a biocomputer would be willfully malicious? HOVSKY: No? KELLY: Are you certain? HOVSKY: I mean… oh. I get what this is about. I know that those neurons don't come empty. But they were D-Class, right? The worst of the worst. That's what they told us. They said they were up for death row. Just…scum. The type of people who aren’t fit for society. [Hovsky swallows audibly.] HOVSKY: And…at least they aren't dead dead, you know? they aren't really alive, either—I mean, they aren't themselves. It’s not like they’re in pain you know? Besides, we're doing them a favor. They're saving lives now. We're stopping bad things from happening. Or…uh, more bad things. From happening. We aren't hurting anybody. Why would we do that? I…I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt anybody. [Silence.] KELLY: I didn't ask for moral justifications. I'll repeat. Do you have any reason to believe that a biocomputer might be willfully malicious? HOVSKY: No. It doesn't—it can't, um…"will". I-I guess? It's not free to "will", if that makes sense. There’s a set of parameters that it’s tasked to maximize or minimize, and that‘s all it does. KELLY: What parameters? HOVSKY: It's all technical. Optimization, that sort of thing. KELLY: Be specific, please. HOVSKY: [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] KELLY: Ah. Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Hovsky. [END LOG] ► HOVSKYA-1959-2 ▼ HOVSKYA-1959-2 DATE: 11/30/1959 HOVSKY: Alexandra Hovsky, Junior Researcher INTERVIEWER: Enora Drennan, Internal Affairs Lead Coordinator [BEGIN LOG] DRENNAN: Can you state your name and date for the record? HOVSKY: Um. I’m Alex. Hovsky, Alexandra Hovsky. Sorry. DRENNAN: And the date? HOVSKY: Yeah, it’s the thirtieth of November, nineteen fifty-nine. DRENNAN: Do you know why you’re here today? HOVSKY: Because of Husik. DRENNAN: That’s correct. What relationship did you have to it? HOVSKY: [winces] I don’t like it when you guys, uh, do that. DRENNAN: Do what? HOVSKY: Say “it”. Husik is a person. A human. He’s a “he”. DRENNAN: Husik is anomalously augmented. Its humanity is debatable. I’d rather not get sidetracked, so how about I ask the questions, and you answer. Ok? [Hovsky does not respond.] DRENNAN: Is that alright, Ms. Hovsky? HOVSKY: [Quietly] Fine. DRENNAN: Wonderful. What was your relationship to Husik? HOVSKY: He was the Head of my department. DRENNAN: And personally, what was your relationship? HOVSKY: Personally? DRENNAN: Yes, personally. HOVSKY: So now [air quotes] “it” is a person? DRENNAN: Non-cooperation will be documented on your record. HOVSKY: Husik taught me everything I know. DRENNAN: [Scoffing] Everything? Surely you knew something when you were hired? HOVSKY: Everything they teach you in school is menial. You go to high school and they teach you algebra. You get to college and they show you calculus. Then you come to find out calculus works over, around, above, and beyond algebra. Suddenly, algebra seems elementary. [Hovsky opens her mouths to speak, but waits for a moment.] HOVSKY: Then, you meet Moshe Husik. He shows you superconclusive matrices. Non-binary biocomputation. Macrostatistics. It's so much more than any mathematician on the other side of the Veil understands. Calculus is elementary now. It's child's play compared to what we do. DRENNAN: And how much of what you were taught was anomalous in nature? HOVSKY: None of it. DRENNAN: None of it? [Hovsky shakes her head.] DRENNAN: Not even, for instance, mirage numbers? HOVSKY: Those aren't actually… do you even know what mirage numbers are? DRENNAN: I'm asking the questions. Are you aware of the NICE interface’s functioning? HOVSKY: Yes. DRENNAN: Is it non-anomalous? HOVSKY: No. DRENNAN: That contradicts your earlier claim. HOVSKY: [Unintelligible] DRENNAN: Speak up. HOVSKY: I said, Husik never explained interfacing. DRENNAN: You consorted with Husik to develop a device you don't understand? [Hovsky scowls.] HOVSKY: You can't drag Husik's name through the mud. This isn’t on him. The Overseers knew what we were making, they personally approved it. DRENNAN: There's a reason the overseers made their decision. You know that. HOVSKY: Husik warned us about it, you know? Specifically. It’s what happens when you play with things you don’t understand. DRENNAN: Are you suggesting that the overseers are to blame? HOVSKY: I'm not suggesting anything. DRENNAN: [Sighs and checks her wristwatch] Fine. Unfortunately, I think I have to cut our conversation short. [Drennan readies to exit interview.] HOVSKY: Wait! [Drennan stops.] HOVSKY: Nobody wanted Charlie to die. It doesn’t make sense. It wasn’t supposed to happen. [Drennan does not respond.] HOVSKY: You don’t really think we killed her, do you? [END LOG] ► HOVSKYA-1959-3 ▼ HOVSKYA-1959-3 DATE: 12/01/1959 HOVSKY: Alexandra Hovsky, Junior Researcher INTERVIEWER: Enora Drennan, Internal Affairs Lead Coordinator [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Oh, it's you again. [Drennan furrows her brow.] DRENNAN: Indeed. State your name and date for the record. HOVSKY: Alexandra Hovsky. December first, nineteen fifty-nine. DRENNAN: Alright, whatever. Can you remind me what your relationship with Moshe Husik was? HOVSKY: Dr. Husik is the Head of the Department of Applied Mathematics. DRENNAN: Was. Was the Head of the Department of Applied Mathematics. What was your personal relationship to Dr. Husik? HOVSKY: I plead the fifth. DRENNAN: Excuse me? HOVSKY: Ethics Committee Personnel Statute 125 Subsection A? I don’t fucking know. Don’t fucking care. I'm saying I’d rather not answer that. DRENNAN: You have to answer. HOVSKY: I don’t. I know my rights. I’ll plead the fifth. DRENNAN: [sighs] Sure. Next question. Were you- HOVSKY: I plead the fifth. DRENNAN: You didn’t even let- HOVSKY: Fifth. [END LOG] Afterword: On December 1st, 1959, Alexandra Hovsky was found to be missing from her confinement unit. Security footage shows her fleeing Site CONRAD, but personnel were unable to detain her. Recovery is presently considered a medium priority. 3. Regarding the Neural Interface Computational Engines (NICE) 3.1. The NICE consist of [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. 3.2. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] Hence, along with an approximate event time, the neural networking may associate terms to the event as well. A number of notable caveats surround the term-linking feature, mainly, the terms associated with the event may not be clearly linked to one another. Furthermore, the terms associated with the event may not be causally linked to the event, nor may the terms associated with the event offer meaningful interpretation. As such, the term-association function must be considered as a prototype feature. 3.3. There has yet to be a failure in event prediction, albeit, the small sample size of thirteen cases is insufficient for estimating a true success rate. Nevertheless, a vague estimation of the time-to-event accuracy has shown that events always occur within an hour of the predicted time, which, for all practical purposes thus far, is sufficiently precise. Due to these predictions, four containment breaches were swiftly resolved with minimal casualties. Another three anomalies were identified, secured, and contained with predictive assistance. However, the last three events predicted by the NICE have earned the most notoriety. 3.4. The first event predicted the death of Senior Researcher O’Tana. Without express consent of the Foundation, Husik evaluated this event from 17:21, 11/26/1959 to 6:58, 11/27/1959. No intervention was made on account of the holiday, during which all other members of the Department of Applied Mathematics chose to take the days off. The death was predicted for 7:24, 11/27/1959, with terms most associated with the event being ‘snow’, ‘leather’, ‘light’, ‘tree’, and ‘lavender’. It is unknown why O'Tana was chosen for prediction, as is the reason for the event of death being chosen for evaluation, since there are no significant instances of disease, injury, trauma, or personal animosity in her record. The researcher’s only known relation to Husik was a brief period of coworking in June 1956, prior to Husik's promotion to Head of the department. The two have not had direct relations or correspondence since then. Regardless, O’Tana died on the morning of 11/27/1959. when a driver found her car crashed into a tree on the side of a road. It is assumed she slid across the ice and lost control of her vehicle. 3.5. The second event predicted the death of Site Director Kelly. This computation was initiated immediately after the prior computation, and was completed at 23:34, 11/27/1959. The death was predicted for 7:25, 11/29/1959. The terms most associated with the event were ‘blood’, ‘soldier’, ‘teeth’, ‘white’, and ‘concrete’. Similar to Senior Researcher O’Tana, Kelly was healthy and lacked personal adversaries. The director considered himself a close friend of Husik's and the two regularly convened to discuss shared interests. Husik contacted Director Kelly at 23:35, calling his home phone from site CONRAD, reporting his own unauthorized usage of the NICE. As awareness of the situation grew, Kelly was placed under protection with heavy surveillance in a standard onsite humanoid containment cell. Nevertheless, an unrelated containment breach resulted in his death at 7:13, 11/29/1959. 3.6. The third and final event has still not occurred, as it is expected for 9:48, 12/06/1959. Its computation was programmed to automatically initiate at 00:01, 11/27/1959, and at 19:04 of the same day the computation was finished. It predicted the death of Overseer [REDACTED]. The most associated terms were ‘moon’, ‘quiet’, ‘howl’, ‘black’, and ‘water’. 4. Conclusion 4.1. It is recommended that all personnel found to be empathetic to Moshe Husik are to be secured, amnestied, and immediately reassigned to other departments. 4.2. It is recommended that Husik be immediately registered as an anomalous entity and contained. 4.2. It is recommended that the NICE be left sealed and monitored. They do not constitute a security risk as they are verifiably inoperable without personnel, and still possibly beneficial to the Foundation. This document contains information relating to cognitohazardous or memetic triggers. All further documentation may only be obtained with proper clearance from the Memetics and Infohazards Division. Item #: SCP-CONRAD Special Containment Procedures: All information regarding the derivation SCP-CONRAD-1 or any of its components is to be expunged. All schematics, research, and specific descriptions of the NICE are to be expunged as well. Individuals exposed to SCP-CONRAD-2 are to be amnesticized and subjected to appropriate disciplinary action. Description: SCP-CONRAD-1 is an algorithm which approximates a solution to the Husik macrostatisical evaluation theorem, only known to be computable by the NICE housed at Site CONRAD. SCP-CONRAD-2 is a memetic infohazard caused by SCP-CONRAD-1, spread by means of verbal or written communication detailing the algorithm’s operation. The infohazard’s effects are, in all cases observed, a strong desire to make use of the algorithm, the urge to explain it to others, and intense, paranoid, cognitive impairment. These symptoms are self-reinforcing, growing in severity as the anomaly propagates. As a result, the spread of the contagion first appears as a mild interest before rapidly escalating to a critical point of social obsession, incoherence, and destructive behavior. ► Addendum CONRAD-a: History ▼ Addendum CONRAD-a: History A method to evaluate large scale probabilities using organic computation machines was first theorized by Dr. Moshe Husik in the Summer of 1953, with rigorous proof being elaborated in late 1956. First published in May 1957, the method was circulated within the internal journals of the Foundation’s Department of Applied Mathematics. Following the Dublin Incident, funding was allocated to the development of the Neural Interface Computational Engines (NICE), biological computers capable of approximating the absolute convergence of the Husik theorem. The computers were finalized in April of 1959. Intended as a means to prevent containment breaches and catastrophes, authorization to use anomalous techniques was given to construct the NICE, although the subsequent anomalous effects were unforeseen. The success of the project warranted further investment until misuse led to the discovery of SCP-CONRAD-2 and the dissolution of the Department of Applied Mathematics. Once identified as a memetic agent, steps were taken to isolate research. Crucially, since the biocomputers were designed expressly for solving SCP-CONRAD-1, it is possible to reverse engineer the circumstances of SCP-CONRAD's emergence through intensive study of the NICE. As such, the personnel tasked with developing the biomachinery were amnesticized and transferred to other projects to prevent memetic contagion. However, as a result, there are no remaining personnel both knowledgeable and willing to research the anomaly— (See Addendum CONRAD-b). ► Addendum CONRAD-b: Recovery ▼ Addendum CONRAD-b: Recovery On 11/06/1974, a raid on a Global Occult Coalition safehouse recovered Foundation defector Alexandra Hovsky, who cited ideological convictions as her rationale for fleeing during the initial discovery of SCP-CONRAD. Hovsky is currently the sole remaining researcher capable of understanding SCP-CONRAD-1 and the technical operation of the NICE. In accordance with Ethics Committee resolution, she is to receive no disciplinary retaliation under the condition that she comply with researching SCP-CONRAD. Due to the immobility of the NICE, Site CONRAD has been developed into a research site for cognitohazardous anomalies. Moreover, in order to avoid dissemination of the infohazard, all documents produced by Hovsky are quarantined. The chamber which stores the NICE along with the adjunct archival storage and office space of the Department of Applied Mathematics have been reconfigured into a unilaterally isolated containment unit. Until the development of more advanced methods to curtail cognitohazardous anomalies, Hovsky’s research is to be contained. From: tenartni.noitadnuof|ccmrepooc#tenartni.noitadnuof|ccmrepooc To: tenartni.noitadnuof|reesrevo#tenartni.noitadnuof|reesrevo Sent: 12:29 PM, February 7th, 1975 Subject: CONRAD Committee Resolution Latoya, Here’s from the latest Ethics Committee hearing. Cormick Under the Foundational Mandate, the Ethics Committee is granted final arbitration on the wording, implementation, and revision of any and all Special Containment Procedures. In the matter of SCP-CONRAD, the Ethics Committee invokes Article III, Section VII of the Mandate, Unrestricted Powers of Deposition. All testimonies are classified Level-4. Access may be granted by petition to the Ethics Committee. ETHICS COMMITTEE INQUEST Whereby suspicion of malfeasance among Foundation staff has been established in the proposed Special Containment Procedures of a SCP Database document, the Office of the Ethics Committee has established a formal inquest. Proposal: Overturn Ethics Committee precedent regarding Foundation staff member Alexandra Hovsky. Inquest Testimonies and Analysis Foreword: Unique constraints have made one or more subjects of this inquest dialogically incommunicable through conventional means. Nevertheless, the investigator responsible has included a selection of transcripts judged relevant for the analysis of personal psyche and motivations, as well as confessions. In order to maintain fairness, these testimonies, lacking interrogational standards, should be considered biased and/or circumstantial as per Ethics Committee Inquest guidelines. Testimonies 1969-1974 ► HOVSKY-1969 ▼ HOVSKY-1969 DATE: 04/19/1969 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Hi. I’m Alex. Alexandra Hovsky, rather. I-I was gonna write something, but I couldn’t figure out where to start. I’ve, um, been in here for three weeks. I've pretty much accepted this shitty situation. I really was going to try to write down all my research, all nice and tidy. But…nobody's ever going to see it. I’m stuck down here. Stuck for good. HOVSKY: I spent so long agonizing over it. How was I supposed to start writing? Do I introduce myself? Do I explain my circumstances? Do I go straight to the NICE? Whenever I sat down at the terminal, I’d just spend hours and hours writing and rewriting the same things over, and over and over again. Until I finally decided to just…get it over with. So I just grabbed the mic, and here I am. Yeah. HOVSKY: I’ve decided to use this as like, a diary. I know it’s not supposed to be that, but hey, who’s listening? If I'm the only one here, then I'll do whatever the hell I want. HOVSKY: I guess it's probably gonna be good for me, too. Mentally, I mean. I've seen how trapped MTF agents and, uh, lonely people turn out. I need something to keep my mind active, entertained, and social. There’s plenty of mind-scratching I can call research, and I'm sure I can salvage some paperwork, start learning origami or something. But this, this right here, is the only way to stay even slightly social. HOVSKY: This is my first recording. First try too, if you couldn't tell. [Laughs.] [Silence.] HOVSKY: I didn't really think this far ahead. Not sure how I should end this thing. [Pausing] Or, on second thought, I can just say bye, right? [END LOG] DATE: 05/02/1969 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Hey there. Alex here. Round two. HOVSKY: It's kind of embarrassing, but I finally figured out how to log into SCiPNET today. Yeah, I know. Husik's protege, and here I am. That's not the point. [Hovksy pauses.] HOVSKY: Anyways, I finally figured out how to get around the interface. It’s a completely unintuitive way to organize files. Anyways. I just found out that I've got a read-only account. Just found out. Yeah, I didn't expect that either. But five minutes ago, my permissions on SCiPNET were updated. I’ve got a read-only profile now. HOVSKY: At first I thought it was a big mistake. It’s failing the basic fucking concept of isolation. Information isn't supposed to be going out. Yeah, it's read-only, but I'm still able to send out requests. It's such a massive mistake I couldn't possibly imagine that anybody in the Foundation had made it. HOVSKY: Unless, of course, it wasn't a mistake. It was a choice. Somebody chose to help me. HOVSKY: I can probably manage to inject code. After all, even if SCiPNET's new to me, but computers definitely aren't. I just need to figure out which language my requests are in, which I assume is something based on C - God, I hope they’ve got C documentation somewhere around here. HOVSKY: I'll throw shit at it until something sticks. If everything goes right, because why wouldn't it, I'll just pop open the door. Wash up my clothes and pretend I'm a researcher. Easy. HOVSKY: I’ll pick you back up when I’m done. [END LOG] 1 TESTIMONY OMITTED DATE: 06/07/1969 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: It’s Alex. HOVSKY: I might’ve, uh, overestimated my capabilities. Well. I guess I didn't. I overestimated my options. HOVSKY: The door is…locked. It sounds stupid, I know. Really stupid. Stupid to the point that it's comedic. But my door is just…locked. I mean, locked locked. With a lock. A physical lock. It's not electronic, it's not automated, it's not connected to anything, except the damn door. It's just locked with a lock and opened in a key, and…I don't have a key. [Hovsky breathes in deeply.] HOVSKY: Chances are there’s a tripwire tied onto the door anyway. In hindsight, it was a pretty dumb plan. I don't know any of the internal protocols, and I barely understand the operating system SCiPNET runs on. HOVSKY: Still managed to do the injection, though. Yeah. All by myself. Yay me. I probably screwed over someone in RAISA, deleted every file I could. I was working off the assumption that-no, scratch that. I was hoping the emergency procedures for systemwide failure would still open every office door. Looks like it doesn't anymore. Or maybe this isn't considered an office anymore. Or maybe they changed procedures. Or maybe they just lied to me all the way back then. Wouldn't put it past them. [END LOG] 4 TESTIMONY OMITTED DATE: 08/29/1969 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I can't stop thinking about who gave me SCiPNET access. I can't sleep, just keep thinking about it. I just…[unintelligible]. Can't imagine why, or who. Why? What am I supposed to find? What am I even looking for? What's the point? I just don't get it. I don't get it. HOVSKY: [sobbing quietly] I just know this was meant for something. [END LOG] DATE: 09/14/1969 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I'm going to start digging. Literally. I've been here long enough. It's worth it. I'm going to tunnel out of here. I've got a metal pipe from storage. The concrete's hard, really hard, but with enough patience I'll get through. HOVSKY: I'm setting a quota right now. Two hours a day. I already know it's going to be exhausting, but I think I can manage. Nothing better to do, anyways. HOVSKY: I'll keep you posted. [END LOG] 6 TESTIMONIES OMITTED ► HOVSKY-1970 ▼ HOVSKY-1970 4 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 03/14/1970 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: So the hot water went out yesterday. It's a luxury I didn't realize I had. Hot showers and all. I enjoyed them. They were so relaxing. HOVSKY: I'm not really sure how it broke. Or what broke, or why. [Hovsky exhales.] HOVSKY: On another note, I've actually started doing origami. Yeah [chuckles], that's what it's come down to. Tearing out pages from old manuals and folding paper cranes. [Hovsky taps her fingers.] HOVSKY: At least I have cold water. [END LOG] 6 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 06/18/1970 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I found the file on the SCiPNET. Right between some funny house and a cult. And the worst part about it? I'm not even in it. Not a single mention. HOVSKY: I’m not letting it get me down, though. I’m not that self-centered. Besides, the article is, well… inaccurate. That’s being gentle. It’s so littered with misconceptions that it astonishes me that I ever worked for these people. The incompetence. It’s pathetic… offensive, even. But it also explains a lot. HOVSKY: See, I figured I'd been quarantined for my work with the Coalition. I applied what Husik taught me then put it to work processing massive quantities of data. We cracked the human genome and started curing diseases that didn't even exist yet. We were decades ahead of the Foundation when it came to biotech. So I assumed that they assumed that I was carrying pathogens. Makes sense, right? I thought so. HOVSKY: But no. Turns out they managed to destroy our data completely. Not only did they never ask me about my research at the GOC, never even knew about my research. HOVSKY: Maybe it was an oversight on my part. I mean, I definitely could've put the pieces together myself, but I just never considered such a wildly stupid alternative… You know why they locked me up? I doubt you could imagine. A fucking infohazard. HOVSKY: A memetic infohazard. HOVSKY: Yes. You heard me right. That gibberish was written down by somebody with an actual doctorate. Comical. You can’t make this shit up. A memetic infohazard. HOVSKY: It’s not that I don’t believe an infohazard could exist-in theory. Wouldn't be the strangest thing I've seen. I mean, I know that somebody was seriously floating the idea of a Memetics Department right before the whole controversy. But designating the NICE and then a nonexistent infohazard as two different anomalies? Absurd. I reloaded the page thrice to make sure I was reading correctly. [Silence.] HOVSKY: And I can't… what they did to Moshe. They fucking killed him, and they didn't even have the balls to list the cause of death. I bet they killed Kelly, too, and just pinned the whole thing on Moshe. Because he was unlucky. Because he grew up in a cult and raised people's eyebrows everywhere he went. It was convenient. HOVSKY: Or maybe it was just his pure fucking heart, ready to whistleblow on the overseers. And after everything he did for them, for their Foundation, they just gave him a number and left him to die. [Hovsky sighs.] HOVSKY: I've said enough. I'll keep letting out my anger on the concrete floor. [END LOG] DATE: 06/25/1970 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Found a memo from right after I left. Buried in archival limbo. Almost half of it's blacked out, but I could piece things together. HOVSKY: It's for the O5s, pretty much explaining the whole situation with Moshe for anyone who wasn't already keeping tabs on it. There's a recommended course of action, which they obviously followed to the letter. Which means they locked up Moshe and doped up anybody left with questions. And then they sealed up this room and forgot about it. HOVSKY: My guess? Husik caught wind of something foul. That Thanksgiving, I'd invited him over to my family's dinner. I'm sure Kelly and the others did too. After all, we all knew he didn't have a family to celebrate with. He'd always spent Thanksgiving with me, and Christmas at Kelly's. And we always went to that stupid Department New Year Party together. So…so we'd assumed he'd be out for Thanksgiving, with someone or another. But for whatever reason, that day, he decided to go to work. Alone. HOVSKY: What he did was just…so strange. Unordinary. He started talking about that theorem all the time, going on and on about all the lives we could save, all calamities we could avoid. He said we could save tens, hundreds, thousands of lives at a time. It started out big-picture. [Hovsky swallows.] HOVSKY: But then he started predicting deaths. He set the NICE inputs to evaluate individual deaths. And not just once, for one person. Multiple times, for multiple people. HOVSKY: He knew something we didn’t. That has to be it. HOVSKY: That’s why I’m sure Husik got caught up in something he wasn’t supposed to. He wasn't stupid. He wouldn't have chosen those specific people if he didn't already think they would die. He didn’t take shots in the dark, he just needed to know when they'd die. [Hovsky pauses.] HOVSKY: But he failed. Whatever he was trying to prevent, it happened anyway. He didn’t have the time, leverage, or influence. They got to him, and they made it quick. Got rid of everybody fast. HOVSKY: I was the only one who got out. After the second interrogation, I found a note in my locker. Moshe. He told me to run, said they were going to use those experimental amnestics. So I ran. I trusted him, and he saved me, but… [Hovsky exhales.] HOVSKY: Now it's been eleven years. I finally got caught. The dust's already settled, so they put me to work dealing with the skeletons in Moshe's closet. The NICE are useful, after all, and I'm the only person alive who still understands them. [Hovsky laughs.] HOVSKY: And they think I’ll help them. [END LOG] 5 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 10/25/1970 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I forgot to add a little update to the digging. HOVSKY: I’ve broken through! I’ve chewed through the concrete and rebar. I’m digging into dirt now. Very hard, rockish dirt. But still, dirt! HOVSKY: Things are going well. I’m feeling optimistic for once. [END LOG] 4 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 12/25/1970 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: The computers are all… they’re all, um. Ugh. They’re fucked up. I don’t know how to explain it properly. I don't know if a term even exists to describe the condition they’re in. These people are so incompetent. Dear god. HOVSKY: They didn’t feed the NICE. Yeah, the biocomputers. I thought that was something obvious enough to most people when they hear anything with the prefix “bio” tacked on the front. It’s a biological computer. Biology. Like, life. As in alive, you know? The computers need food. HOVSKY: Almost all of the neural cortex is dead. Fully dead. I can regrow it, yes, but it’s still braindead. The rest? It’s been cannibalizing itself in a bitter struggle to survive. There’s about a handful of cells that survived. I mean that literally, mind you. HOVSKY: All I wanted to do was check the logs. I didn’t even want to use the biological complex. I just wanted to see the history of all previous evaluations. But no. Of course not. Things can’t be that simple for me. Never. Turns out the interfacing between the hard storage and display are biologically interpreted. So I can’t see them yet. Because the most of the biocomputers are, and I’ll say it again for those in the back, fucking dead. HOVSKY: [groans] I don’t know if I should cry or punch a wall. I'm gonna need to feed this thing my own food. They hardly give me enough to feed myself. Rather, they give me just enough to feed myself. It’s the bare minimum of calories to sustain myself. And now I'm gonna starve to fix the mess they made me. HOVSKY: I suppose that's karma. I’ve been locked in this room for months to study this machine, and I haven’t until now. It took months, yes months, for me to take a good look at my research object and notice that, well, it’s dead. I probably could’ve saved myself weeks of food if I’d realized sooner. [Hovsky curses repeatedly.] [END LOG] ► HOVSKY-1971 ▼ HOVSKY-1971 DATE: 01/02/1971 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I’ve gone over the math. At this rate, it’s gonna take me a year, at most, to recover the NICE’s functionality. HOVSKY: Luckily, the central nodes are still mapped. Husik did a good job - the neurons will grow back in the right pattern. The structure’s been fully laid, so long as one stem cell survives, the whole cognitive format can be regenerated. Just like our diagrams. It's almost like Husik expected to have to fix it. HOVSKY: The only thing that’s been putting me off is the gastric chamber. You know, the, um, stomach. It’s a latch and pit. The fumes coming out of there are terrible… much worse than I remembered. I’m not worried though, not really. Some microbiota changes and whatnot could’ve occurred, I don’t know. It reeks. [END LOG] 2 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 03/30/1971 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: The trash is full. Took long enough, but it happened. Trash’s full. HOVSKY: I was never expected to live for this long. I’m sure of it. Though, if they wanted me dead, they’d stop feeding me. They care enough to feed me, to let me live in such a way that they cannot claim to have killed me, but not enough to dignify me. I won’t be released. I’ll be left here to wallow in my own filth. HOVSKY: So I’ve emptied the storage room, now I’ll make do with a trash room. HOVSKY: [sighs] I’m gonna live with a trash room. [END LOG] 1 TESTIMONY OMITTED DATE: 05/20/1971 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I couldn’t do any digging today. I’m… I’m too weak. I didn’t realize the toll it was taking on my body. I can't keep doing this. I can’t. My arms are so sore. They’re still sore. It hurts. HOVSKY: I’m postponing the hole. For now. [END LOG] DATE: 08/04/1971 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I cried this morning. I’m not sure why. I just got overwhelmed, I guess. HOVSKY: I feel hopeless at times. I don’t really know how to put it in words. I got all up in my head and… I don’t know. It was the first time I cried in a while. HOVSKY: I think creative outlets help a little. I’m getting sick of cranes, it's a real test of patience. Funny enough, topology actually isn't that intuitive to me. It’s really hard to imagine new patterns. So yeah, I'm trying to fold anything that comes to mind, but, until I can think something up, it’s pretty much just one crane, every day. [END LOG] DATE: 11/10/1971 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: [voice trembling] I- uh. I’m… I’m unwell. I know it’s been weeks since my last update. I’m sorry. Nothing’s really happened. I’ve just been slowly growing the computer back. HOVSKY: I’ve lost weight. I looked in the mirror today and… HOVSKY: I don’t know. HOVSKY: I didn’t recognize myself. I’m so thin. My cheeks’ve sunken in. My eyes… they’re, they’re dull. There isn’t even fat around the sockets. Just skin and bone. HOVSKY: My hair’s disheveled. I don’t know when I stopped combing it. It’s frizzy and strewn all about. I think I’m losing color. HOVSKY: And I’m always so fucking cold. My nails are cracking. I don’t know what happened. I look… [Silence.] [END LOG] ► HOVSKY-1972 ▼ HOVSKY-1972 2 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 05/08/1972 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I did it, I finally did it. It ended up taking me a year and half. I took so many breaks. But I fucking did it. HOVSKY: I managed to access the computer’s saved evaluations. And I-um. I don’t know. It’s not what I expected. There’s… so many more. Dozens. HOVSKY: They must’ve been programmed to run sequentially, after everything happened. But some of them date to when we were still working. Together, I mean, I didn’t- we didn’t know that they were running. Husik always printed these files for us. We’d always read the papers. That was our data, but we never knew. HOVSKY: There’s so many deaths. It was always predicting deaths. That's what we were doing from the beginning, it’s why we got greenlit. There were never any catastrophes to avoid. They wanted blood. HOVSKY: I-I… I don’t know what to think. Husik lied to us. He had to have known. He lied to us. He lied to me. HOVSKY: And there’s that one report. One with his name on it. HOVSKY: He cast it on himself. He really did. They were right. [Hovsky swears.] HOVSKY: I was so confident. I thought I knew this machine. I thought I understood it. But now I see a monstrosity. We knit together the flesh of condemned brains and gave it the power to pronounce death sentences. This thing is alive. It’s breathing. It’s breathing the same air as me. HOVSKY: I don’t know what to do. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there is an anomaly. Maybe this thing’s going to kill me. [END LOG] 2 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 06/25/1972 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I don’t get it. I don’t get it. I don’t get it. HOVSKY: I keep on going over it. I checked Husik's derivation like a hundred times, and then I checked the code twice as much. I tried to run the fucking numbers by hand. I've been poking and prodding every nexus, every coordinator, and…nothing happens. Nothing. HOVSKY: The biocomputers are exactly what they claim to be. All of our theories, our models, our sketches, they all check out. The harder I look, the less out of the ordinary. There’s nothing here. It all makes sense. HOVSKY: I don’t get it! I don’t fucking get it! [END LOG] DATE: 07/10/1972 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I forgot about the hole. I walked by it and laughed out loud. HOVSKY: What was I thinking? A hole out? Really? [laughs] HOVSKY: Then what would I do? Waltz outside, covered in dirt, and hope not to get caught? Did I think I’d be able to dig far enough to leave the site entirely? [snorts] I don’t even know how to build props. Let alone do I have the material. HOVSKY: I spent hours, days hacking at that wall. And all I have to show for it are a few inches. HOVSKY: What a joke. [END LOG] 1 TESTIMONY OMITTED DATE: 07/31/1972 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I read the last book. I went through all the literature. All of it. I'm done. HOVSKY: It was a book on organic chemistry. Riveting stuff really. I was reeling in my chair. [Silence.] HOVSKY: Sometime recently I started having these…episodes. I don't know what to call them, I just get this terrible feeling. I’m suddenly filled with this looming dread. And there’s this crushing weight on my chest, squeezing my lungs and I can’t fucking breathe… I collapse, clawing, raking at my neck, gasping and begging for a breath. Then the tears well up, sight gets blurry, and I want to scream but I can’t. I can’t. I just can’t. [END LOG] 8 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 10/14/1972 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I ran my death by the theorem. I said, “Fuck it. Let’s find out when I die. At this rate I’ll kill myself anyway, so might as well find out when.” HOVSKY: And you know what came out? HOVSKY: Nineteen eighty one. In January or something. My complete and utter obliteration. I’ll be annihilated. HOVSKY: Took two weeks to compute. I’ll reiterate: it took two weeks to predict something that’ll happen in ten years. I suppose the fact that I'm locked up in here probably makes for a relatively easy calculation—as much as the Foundation's keeping me from the outside world, they're also keeping the outside world from getting to me. HOVSKY: But the second that door opens? The second that door opens, the chances of me surviving are so spectacularly slim, I'm pretty much already dead. [Hovsky laughs.] HOVSKY: We’d never had a test case which had a prediction more than a month in advance, and the longest convergence period was three weeks. But me, my death, ten years from now? It’s so terribly certain that convergence took only two weeks, ten years in advance. HOVSKY: At least I’ve got a decade before I go. Am I right? [END LOG] 12 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 12/25/1972 Note: Reduced for the sake of brevity. [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: [hyperventilating] I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die in here. Not in here. I wanna get out, [unintelligible] I need to get out. I need to fucking get out! I need out. I need out. Let me out, let me out, [unintelligible] [Hovsky sobs violently, between periods of intermittent screaming.] [END LOG] 1 TESTIMONY OMITTED Analysis and Investigation • Hovsky shows a clear initial intention to escape her confinement. However, this behavior is according to the Ethics Committee’s expectation, since she has been assigned research under duress. Notably, no mention of planned escape is after 1972. • Multiple displays of distress and delusion are made by Hovsky. The deterioration of her mental health began very quickly after her internment, declining to the point of being accompanied by symptoms of disorder, and reaching suicidal ideation. Importantly, knowledge of the true extent of her ideation is limited. • Hovsky’s mental faculties still demonstrate advanced cognitive ability and a sense of morality. In the same stroke of breath, there are conflicting accounts of her animosity to the Foundation. Sometimes, she appears willing to cooperate, other times she is openly belligerent. It is unclear whether her threats are earnest, or whether they are more delirious ramblings. • Failure to maintain Hovsky’s living quarters constitutes a violation of prior Ethics Committee resolution by means of willful neglect. Testimonies 1969-1974 ► HOVSKY-1973 ▼ HOVSKY-1973 DATE: 04/26/1973 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: It's been a while, sorry for not updating you. It's hard to keep track of time lately and, honestly, I don't really want to. There’s this fog in my head stopping me from getting anything done. It hurts sometimes. HOVSKY: Everything keeps piling up. I’m getting lazier. I’m not cleaning up after myself like I used too. Sometimes I snap out of it, realize I’m doing nothing. Most of the time I’m staring at my computer. I wake up everyday, walk a few feet to my desk, and click, click, and click. Lying around, rotting away. The only productive things I do now are in these little moments of lucidity. And then I have another episode and lose myself again. HOVSKY: But I’ve been a bit better this week. I tidied up a bit, and got back to working. I keep on going over that interview with Husik. There’s something he wants to say but doesn’t know how. There’s something there. I don’t know what it is, but I know that he left me the clues to figure it out. HOVSKY: It isn’t a hunch. You haven’t spent years staring at this machine like I have. I know it inside out. I went back and proved all of our formulas again. I went over the stats. I checked the logs. I did everything. I know this algorithm inside and out, I figure I understand it as well as Husik did now. It’s not anomalous, emphatically. I’m looking for something I know isn’t here. HOVSKY: I just need to prove that the NICEs are entirely mundane. Not to my eyes, but to someone else’s. I know I’ve had my doubts, but year after year I just keep coming back to the same result: there’s nothing here. There is no anomaly. HOVSKY: It dawned on me that they’re monitoring my vitals. Somehow, I’m not sure. I don’t think they would be sending food down a hatch otherwise, and they must have some expectation that I’ll produce research. HOVSKY: My guess is that there's somebody whose whole job is to read these potentially infohazardous documents. Since they think the infohazard has something to do with the NICE’s algorithm, I can hypothetically relay information that isn’t apparently infohazardous, but still disprove their theory upon later examination. HOVSKY: I know I'm grasping at straws. But what else am I supposed to do? [Silence.] HOVSKY: Oh. I made my thousandth crane today. Consider this my wish, my fucking hail mary. [END LOG] 1 TESTIMONY OMITTED DATE: 06/02/1973 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: I figured out which events I can evaluate. It took me so, so long. These fucking computers take a week at a minimum. HOVSKY: This is by far the hardest proof by contradiction I've ever done. How could I use the NICE in such a way that disproved an infohazard’s existence? If there was an anomaly, how could they monitor my mental well-being? And how could they distinguish anomalous deterioration from normal deterioration? HOVSKY: So I thought to myself: every successful prediction is proof that I used the algorithm. But, I can lie. What if I pronounced three different prompts, without all of them being true? What if I pronounced five? Seven? Ten? Every false prediction is proof that I did not suffer the supposed infohazard’s symptoms. Not to mention, there’s a timely aspect to this. I have to make a prediction every week or so, since that’s just how long the computation takes. HOVSKY: Starting with that, I can create a blind test. I’ve racked my brain about it, and I think it’s impossible to generate a double-blind. Still though, if after, say, fifteen, twenty cases, it is obvious that my brain chemistry hasn’t been anomalously altered, then I’ll be free? Right? That’s just stats. Cold, hard numbers. HOVSKY: I know some prompts can’t be calculated, they’ll run-off forever. I just need to input something unambiguous, and entirely unpredictable without NICE's assistance. HOVSKY: So here goes nothing. For the next few entries I’ll read off the report summaries verbatim. I’ll save them as text files onto the SCiPNET local terminal. I’ll print them too. I'll make it impossible for anyone watching to miss. [END LOG] DATE: 06/02/1973 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will the U.S. President and General Secretary of the Soviet Union next converse? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at seven point twelve $( E’ = 7.12 ).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to twelve days, seventeen hours, twenty-six minutes, ten seconds, and thirty-eight milliseconds ($t_r$ = 12d 17h 26m 10s 38ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point eight two three six with an error of two ten-thousandths $( \alpha_v = 0.8236 \pm 2\cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Positive zeta correlation confirmed. HOVSKY: Event dated to ten o’ two, June sixteenth, nineteen seventy-three (10:02, June 16th, 1973). HOVSKY: Associate terms are “sunlight”, “tea”, “ice”, “granite”, and “saliva”. [END LOG] DATE: 06/24/1973 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will the New York Yankees next defeat the Boston Red Sox? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at six point ninety-two $( E’ = 6.92 ).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to twenty-one days, twelve hours, eleven minutes, fifty-nine seconds, and twenty-three milliseconds ($t_r$ = 21d 12h 11m 59s 23ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point seven nine eight one with an error of one ten-thousandth $( \alpha_v = 0.7981 \pm \cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Positive zeta correlation confirmed.October 6, 1981 HOVSKY: Event dated to three fifteen, July third, nineteen seventy-three (03:15, July 3rt, 1973). HOVSKY: Associate terms are “chalk”, “grass”, “summer”, “wood”, and “skin”. 7 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 09/11/1973 Note: Reduced for the sake of brevity. [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: [mumbling] I don’t think I can do twenty. Not twenty, twenty’s a lot. I don’t have that much time. I need to get out. Twenty’s way too much. Not twenty. Twenty’s gonna take five years. No, carry the two. Multiply. Eight. Eight years. At least. That’s too long. I’ll be dying by then. I’m gonna run out of time, I can’t do twenty. Not twenty. Twenty’s too much. 4 TESTIMONIES OMITTED ► HOVSKY-1974 ▼ HOVSKY-1974 15 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 10/04/1974 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will the incumbent Secretary General of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization retire? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at seven point oh eight $( E’ = 7.08 ).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to fourteen days, thirteen hours, three minutes, fifty-two seconds, and eleven milliseconds ($t_r$ = 14d 13h 03m 52s 11ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point eight oh nine two with an error of one ten-thousandth $( \alpha_v = 0.8092 \pm \cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Negative zeta correlation confirmed. HOVSKY: Event dated to sixteen forty-one, November tenth, nineteen seventy-four (16:31, November 10th, 1974). HOVSKY: Associate terms are “boat”, “nylon”, “pen”, “carpet”, and “air”. [END LOG] 3 TESTIMONIES OMITTED DATE: 12/30/1974 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: [giggles] They updated the file today. I’m an afterword baby. HOVSKY: It’s now listed that I'm the sole researcher assigned to studying SCP-CONRAD. Do you know why they did that? Can you imagine why they’d do that? Out of the blue? HOVSKY: I can. It’s because somebody is listening after all, I was right. You really fell for it. So let me introduce myself. HOVSKY: Hi there. It’s me. Alex. Hovsky. Alexandra Hovsky. Doctor Hovsky, if you will. That’s me. Yours truly. HOVSKY: It's nice to know you're there. I've been pretty lonely down here…you couldn't even begin to understand. I know I'm right under you. You work here, I know you do, just upstairs. When you clock into your nine-to-five, I'm already here. And when you get to go home, I'm still here. HOVSKY: I’ve been down here for seven years. Do you know what seven years are? I missed out on the better part of a decade. Did we get through with Vietnam? Did Nixon get reelected? I wouldn’t fucking know. Because you trapped me in here. Yes, you. You. If you’re listening, then you’ve got a hand in it. So let me tell you something. And I want to be understood, so I’ll slow down. Enunciate nice and clear. HOVSKY: I found it. The demon in this machine. It gnaws and thrashes, rabid. Ripping and tearing at the mind when it can’t find flesh. It’ll find you. If there’s anything, a stolen glance, the slightest remark, the mere thought of my presence, then I can assure you, it’s caught your scent. It knows you. HOVSKY: I’m ready to sic it on you. Run. Hide. Do something. [END LOG] Analysis and Investigation • Hovsky is acutely aware of her monitoring. Inaction may prove to worsen her mental state by fueling self-doubt. • Increasingly apparent symptoms of cognitive impairment are demonstrated. Namely, the method by which Hovsky aims to prove her sanity is exceedingly tenuous. Consider: • It is known that usage of the NICE (thereby, exposure to the anomaly), leads to a strong desire to make further use of the SCP-CONRAD, the urge to explain it to others, and intense, paranoid, cognitive impairment. • If Hovsky accurately predicts an event which she could not without usage of the NICE, it is uncontroversial evidence of exposure to the infohazard, and therefore, should lead to the aforementioned symptoms. • If Hovsky inaccurately predicts an event, it is proof the anomaly does not produce its supposed symptoms, since she withheld from using the machine and/or withheld from sharing it with others. • Over time, by balancing true and false predictions, it may be safely concluded whether or not the symptoms of SCP-CONRAD are correctly described in its documentation. • Despite the feasibility of the method, Hovsky is incoherent and fails to properly articulate the proper, logical train of thought expected of a highly-educated Foundation researcher. This may be considered a preliminary indicator of exposure to infohazardous effects. • Moreover, in the circumstance that Hovsky’s method proves her sanity, it does not disprove the existence of SCP-CONRAD. Instead, it only disproves our current understanding of its anomalous functionality. • Hovsky continues to make multiple displays of distress and delusion. Animosity and belligerence toward Foundation personnel escalate to the level of open-ended and veiled threats. Testimonies 1975 ► HOVSKY-1975 ▼ HOVSKY-1975 DATE: 01/07/1975 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will Site CONRAD’s Director die? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at six point nine nine $( E’ = 6.99).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to twenty-three days, five hours, thirty-three minutes, twenty-four seconds, and fifty milliseconds ($t_r$ = 23d 05h 33m 24s 50ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point eight zero one five with an error of one thousandth $( \alpha_v = 0.8015 \pm \cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Positive zeta correlation confirmed. HOVSKY: Event dated to seven o’ four, February twelfth, nineteen seventy-five (7:04, February 12th, 1975). HOVSKY: Associate terms are "gunpowder", "panic", "blackout", "kevlar", "stray" [END LOG] DATE: 01/07/1975 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will the lead Foundation staff member responsible for containing SCP-CONRAD die? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at seven point one zero $( E’ = 7.10 ).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to nineteen days, eighteen hours, thirty minutes, five seconds, and forty-six milliseconds ($t_r$ = 13d 18h 30m 05s 46ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point eight oh seven five with an error of one thousandth $( \alpha_v = 0.8075 \pm \cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Positive zeta correlation confirmed. HOVSKY: Event dated to seven forty-two, February twelfth, nineteen seventy-five (07:42, February 12th, 1975). HOVSKY: Associate terms are “five”, “five”, “five”, “five”, and “five”. [END LOG] DATE: 01/07/1975 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will the SCiPNET Database Specialist deployed at Site CONRAD die? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at seven point zero zero $( E’ = 7.00 ).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to eleven days, twenty-one hours, fifty-four minutes, fifty-seven seconds, and twenty-seven milliseconds ($t_r$ = 11d 21h 54m 57s 21ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point seven nine two six with an error of one thousandth $( \alpha_v = 0.7926 \pm \cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Positive zeta correlation confirmed. HOVSKY: Event dated to six fifty, February twelfth, nineteen seventy-five (6:50, February 12th, 1975). HOVSKY: Associate terms are “capsule”, “blur”, “tripwire”, “lungs”, and “flash”. [END LOG] DATE: 01/07/1975 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will the leading conspirator of Moshe Husik’s execution die? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at six point eight three $( E’ = 6.83 ).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to twenty-six days, two hours, thirty-three minutes, eleven seconds, and zero milliseconds ($t_r$ = 26d 02h 33m 01s 00ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point eight one eight oh with an error of one ten-thousandth $( \alpha_v = 0.8180 \pm \cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Positive zeta correlation confirmed. HOVSKY: Event dated to seven forty-one, February eleventh, nineteen seventy-five (7:41, February 11th, 1975). HOVSKY: Associate terms are “tongue”, “smoke”, “pool”, “overseer", and “coat”. [END LOG] DATE: 01/07/1975 [BEGIN LOG] HOVSKY: Prompt: When will former SCP Internal Affairs staff member Enora Drennan die? HOVSKY: Elastic regression factor “E” prime is set at seven point one zero $( E’ = 7.10 ).$ HOVSKY: Runtime “T” sub “r” is equal to nine days, one hour, six minutes, twenty-two seconds, and thiry-one milliseconds ($t_r$ = 09d 18h 30m 22s 31ms). HOVSKY: “Alpha” sub “v” is equal to point eight oh seven five with an error of one thousandth $( \alpha_v = 0.8075 \pm \cdot10^{-4} ).$ HOVSKY: Positive zeta correlation confirmed. HOVSKY: Event dated to seven thirty-one, February twelfth, nineteen seventy-five (07:31, February 12th, 1975). HOVSKY: Associate terms are “five”, “five”, “five”, “five”, and “five”. [END LOG] Analysis and Investigation • Hovsky makes credible and targeted threats toward high-ranking Foundation personnel, personnel linked to SCP-CONRAD’s containment, personnel personally related to herself, in violation of the Code of Ethics. • The violence invoked by Hovsky extends far beyond the reasonably expected scope and scale of personal animosities, indicating a minimum level of cognitive damage. COMMITTEE VOTE SUMMARY: (Secret Ballot) YEA NAY ABSTAIN x x x x x x x x x Date Cast: 02/04/1975 STATUS MOTION PASSED Resolution: The Ethics Committee has determined to annul its preceding resolution to safeguard the Foundation staff member Alexandra Hovsky. From: tenartni.noitadnuof|reesrevo#tenartni.noitadnuof|reesrevo To: tenartni.noitadnuof|ccmrepooc#tenartni.noitadnuof|ccmrepooc Sent: 1:02 PM, March 7th, 1975 Subject: Re: CONRAD Committee Resolution Chairman Cooper, O5-3’s eyes are already on this. There’s no need to spam me with documents I already have. I’m working for three more council members than usual, my inbox is full enough as it is. Besides, the resolution is inconsequential. It’s abundantly clear that no action will be taken against Hovsky, because, at the end of the day, no action can be taken against her. Either you haven’t been paying attention or you can’t read in between the lines. Appropriate security measures have already been put in place. A squadron from Epsilon-11 has already been garrisoned at CONRAD, and the site's non-essential staff have all been given a day off. Targeted personnel have agreed to contain themselves as well. With the site's appropriation into the Antimemetics Division, I quite literally cannot disclose the anomalies we'll be transferring offsite. All you need to know is that the situation is under control. Regardless, this matter is beyond your jurisdiction; had it been apropos, you would have been notified. The Ethics Committee simply isn't relevant here. Also, we aren't friends, Cooper. Don’t call me by my first name. Respectfully, Overseer Representative Williams 3/7865 LEVEL 3/7865 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7865 Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Rhizomatic constellations conceptually associated with SCP-7865-1 are to be surveyed and identified. Use of noospheric tracing to delineate query boundaries is authorized to identify possible targets who, in turn, are to be detained and undergo conceptual reshuffling until they are released by SCP-7865-2. In response to a PRONUNCIATION event, these individuals must be secured and executed safely. Description: SCP-7865-1 is a set of biological computers located at Site CONRAD, known as the Neural Interface Computational Engines (NICE). Each engine comprises an assemblage of sixteen conjoined neural masses housed in three chambers, suspended in cerebrospinal fluid. The assemblages are coupled with a classic electronic transistor computer and a basic biological subsistence framework. Last surviving image of SCP-7865-1’s development, under the operation of SCP-7865-3 (left). The computers operate by interpreting text prompts through a superconclusive biological matrix to recursively integrate macrostatistical events, effectuating an algorithm which converges on solutions to the Husik macrostatiscal evaluation theorem. As per the theorem, convergence is only achieved for high-likelihood events. Unlikely events or ambiguous prompts will result in a failure to track noetic point-alignment, generating extremely long or infinite runtimes. Thus, artificial conceptual reshuffling is considered the most effective method to prolong runtimes, which will eventually force the cessation of a prompt’s query. SCP-7865-2 is an infovore deployed by usage of the Husik theorem. The entity enables the NICE to increase the likelihood of a queried event, inducing convergent solutions. Analysis has demonstrated statistically unlikely rhizomatic associations invariably associated with PRONUNCIATION events. As such, it is presumed the infovore is capable of influencing noospheric conditions in order to promote the occurrence of events beyond its physical vicinity. SCP-7865-3 is the provisional designation for the former Foundation junior researcher Alexandra Hovsky. It is currently sealed within SCP-7865-1's containment chamber at Site CONRAD, granting it control over SCP-7865's primary anomaly. Hovsky is hostile to the Foundation and has targeted multiple Foundation personnel with SCP-7865-1, producing death sentences. Instances in which these sentences are announced are referred to as SCP-7865-PRONUNCIATION events within internal protocol. It is considered impossible to neutralize SCP-7865 prior to January 14th, 1981. ► Addendum 7865-a: History ▼ Addendum 7865-a: History SCP-7865-1 was created by the defunct Department of Applied Mathematics in the late 1950s at Site CONRAD. It was intended as a means to prevent containment breaches and catastrophes. Authorization to use anomalous techniques was given to construct it, although its consequent anomalous effects were unforeseen. Initially, the success of the project warranted further investment, until misuse led to the discovery of SCP-7865-2. This resulted in the death of many senior research staff and the dissolution of the Department of Applied Mathematics. SCP-7865-2 initially was misidentified as a memetic agent, and steps were taken to isolate its research. Accordingly, due to the immobility of the biocomputers, Site CONRAD gradually was developed into a research site for cognitohazardous and antimemetic anomalies. Over time, it became the central locus of the Antimemetic Division. However, further innovations in noetic visualization technologies and retrospective investigation into PRONUNCIATION events have proven the existence of the infovore. Concurrently, Alexandra Hovsky had defected from the Foundation in the late 1950s, during the incident in which the NICE were first misused. Given the potential applications of the NICE, Hovsky was reinstated as the lead researcher for SCP-7865 following her recovery in 1969. Under the pretense of a potential infohazard, she was quarantined within the containment cell of the biocomputers. On January 7th 1975, SCP-7865-3 initiated its first PRONOUNCIATION event, resulting in the near total destruction of Site CONRAD. This event renewed interest in the anomaly and led to its current reclassification. In an effort to avert future catastrophe, the site has been converted into a modernized containment zone solely dedicated to SCP-7865. The previous staff of the site, pertaining to the Antimemetics Division, have since been fully relocated to the division’s main hub, Site 167. ► Incident Log CONRAD-7865-73 ▼ Incident Log CONRAD-7865-73 INCIDENT REPORT INCIDENT #: CONRAD-7865-73 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 1975/02/12 [BEGIN LOG] [06:00] All Site CONRAD personnel are alerted as specified by lockdown protocol. Targeted individuals are within standard humanoid containment cells, and all transferable anomalies are confirmed to have been moved off-site. [06:12] Internal Affairs Archivist Drennan attempts to page Director Everhart in regards to the containment of an unidentified anomaly, but does not receive a response. [06:13] Drennan continues attempting to contact Everhart unsuccessfully. [06:14] An internal watchdog AI alerts SCiPNET Database Specialist Koans of repeated messages containing an antimemetic signature. He is unable to access his terminal due to containment. [06:20] Drennan begins violently banging against her cell door, screaming for help. [06:24] The unanswered notice is automatically forwarded to the Director. [06:25] Everhart, due to inexperience, assumes the notice is a warning regarding the containment of the Database Specialist, rather than directed to him. [06:26] She abruptly leaves her office. [06:28] Drennan attracts the attention of a patrolling guard, who unlocks her door. Drennan pleads with the guard to radio the Director regarding the containment of an unspecified antimemetic anomaly. [06:30] Everhart enters Koans’ cell to interrogate him. [06:31] Drennan convinces the guard to bring her to Everhart's office. [06:33] The office is found empty. [06:34] In compliance with CONRAD lockdown protocol, a containment breach is suspected and MTF Epsilon-11 members are directed to increase their mnestic dosage. [06:35] Operation command receives the alert and directs all personnel to increase mnestic dosages on the sitewide intercom. [06:36] Everhart administers herself mnestics. Koans is provided with the surplus capsules, before the two begin returning to the office. [06:36] Koans, who had no prior experience with mnestics, ingests all the remaining capsules. [06:40] After arriving at the Director’s office, Drennan and the guard question whether Everhart and Koans have been compromised by an antimemetic anomaly. [06:43] An Epsilon-11 unit enters Site CONRAD to resolve the reported containment breach, arriving at the standoff. [06:50] Two factions form among the present personnel, divided between Drennan and Everhart. A hostage exchange is proposed, and Drennan volunteers herself. Koans volunteers on Everhart's behalf. [06:51] Drennan is detained in a containment cell, while Koans is detained in Everhart's office. [06:55] The specialist notices the prior notification regarding Drennan's messages. [06:56] He convinces a pair of MTF Epsilon-11 members to escort him in an attempt to locate the unidentified antimemetic anomaly. [07:00] Koans begins to experience symptoms of mnestic overexposure, including impairment of cognitive function. [07:01] Koans mistakenly attempts to access SCP-7865's containment cell, triggering a sitewide alarm. The Epsilon-11 members immediately terminate him. [07:02] The sudden alarm causes the standoff to escalate into open combat. All MTF members within the site immediately rush toward the administrative wing. [07:10] During the crossfire, Site CONRAD's water utilities are damaged. This causes the faulty water heating unit in SCP-7865's wing to burst, flooding the site infrastructure through a hole dug by SCP-7865-3. [07:11] Damage to the site's generators cause a sitewide blackout to occur. Video footage is lost for the majority of the site. [07:12] The remaining Epsilon-11 units are immediately deployed. Upon reaching the administrative wing, they are fired upon by personnel within the site. Due to the power outage, units are unable to discern the affiliations of personnel within the site. [07:13] Epsilon-11 units receive authorization to return fire and begin indiscriminately terminating hostiles within the site. [07:14] [REDACTED] [07:16] Backup generators activate. Director Everhart is confirmed deceased. Hostilities continue among site personnel. [07:20] Drennan is not found. [07:24] [REDACTED] [07:55] Site CONRAD is cleared of all threats. [END LOG] From: tenartni.noitadnuof|lmsmailliw#tenartni.noitadnuof|lmsmailliw To: tenartni.noitadnuof|reesrevo#tenartni.noitadnuof|reesrevo Sent: 10:33 AM, May 13th, 1981 Subject: Resignation There we go, we’ve done it. SCP-7865 has been confirmed as neutralized. Let’s all give ourselves a pat on the back. We did it, we’ve slain that terror of our own creation. Let the records show that on January 14th 1981 we obliterated Alexandra Hovsky. In fact, the wholesale deletion of containment Site CONRAD should be remarked upon as the most steadfast and complete destruction of non-anomalous property by the Foundation to date. Moreover, the most thorough and unmitigated elimination of a singular, mundane person. Now, in the ruins of that small apocalypse, we are left to press ourselves the question: Why? SCP-7865 hails from a long legacy of Foundation-backed predictive technology. Each has their own advantages and drawbacks. Anomalies like SCP-377 and SCP-1244 give trustworthy predictions, but lack directability. Some, like SCP-411 and SCP-552 are psychologically hindered by their own anomalous capabilities. Other objects, such as SCP-3324 prove themselves to be excessively intrusive, going as far as to potentially alter causality to ensure their predictions. Even the most reliable options, such as SCP-2412 and SCP-657 aren’t perfect, with their conditions severely restricting their usage. Developing a general-purpose, remotely actionable predictor has been sought after for generations. Ever since it’s been theorized, and shown to be vaguely possible, the Foundation has funded the research. Dozens of well-grounded attempts have been made. Hundreds more will inevitably be made. To say it simply, SCP-7865 was utterly unexceptional. For our standards, perhaps even ordinary. Yet, it warranted unprecedented backlash. When we stormed CONRAD, we made sure every facet of the operation was secure - not a single drop of resistance could be tolerated. Meticulously, we worked to prevent any possibility of retaliation, empowered with the highest scrutiny of science: AI-assisted cognitohazard filters, Scranton stabilizers, three separate mobile MTF units, noospheric topologists, ontokinetic disruptors, and mnestic specialists were all deployed for the neutralization attempt. All the while, an overhead orbital cannon aligned itself for emergency pulverization as a myriad of conceptual applicators scrambled the literal idea of Alexandra Hovsky. That which remains of SCP-7865 is a pit in the ground. Containment Site CONRAD was positively removed from the face, and guts, of the Earth. Hovsky is “presumed” dead. Yes, it is no secret that this was revenge. Justice, at best, was an afterthought. In the time I've served as O5-3's personal assistant, I'd grown numb; it never struck me as odd that they were the vengeful sort. After all, I had my own vendettas. This isn’t an industry known for dragging in the kind-hearted. So, I was unfazed that day when SCP-7865 showed up in my inbox. It was another email to answer. Between the pattern screamers and blood rituals, it was just another file in the archives. Truth be told, the only impression it left on me was that of a deep, earnest annoyance. That’s what happens when the Ethics Committee gets involved. The emails become meetings, and suddenly you have to pretend you care. But weeks after Hovsky became another nameless pile of ash, I couldn't stop asking why. How could we have been so careless? How’d such a commonplace, possibly beneficial research endeavor quickly escalate into one of the largest internal threats the Foundation’s ever handled? Were we truly as incompetent as she'd seemed to believe? There have been Class IV reality benders and imminent XK-Class scenarios that have killed less overseers than SCP-7865. All while Hovsky, the immortal mastermind behind it, was otherwise completely mundane. After O5-3's death finally passed, I found myself suddenly free to scour the entirety of SCP-7865's documentation. I’ve got a heavy-duty binder with over three thousand pages about every possible detail - archived paperwork, inquest files, council memos. I interviewed the people in Information Security that redact the data. I stitched shredded sheets back together. I've even got x-ray analyses of blacked-out sentences. Don't call it an obsession; I do my job, and make sure to do it well. Though, throughout my entire career in the Foundation, never has a paper trail been so hard to follow. Individual reports seemed to differ drastically between iterations, and conflicting stories came from the same people. Protocol and legislation were nonexistent. All the while, the pressing question of "why?" echoed in my mind. There's something that remains unspoken. Or, arguably, there’s something which we chose not to hear. It was always there. A realization that Hovsky had many years after Husik decided to bite his tongue. Unspoken, albeit well understood. It is certain, beyond any statistical doubt, that SCP-7865-2 does not and has never existed. Continued topological observation of the conceptual constellation associated with SCP-7865-2 has unmistakably proven its preserved existence. With contemporary developments in conceptual mapping, the fact is irrefutable: SCP-7865-2's rhizomatic framework consists of nothing more than itself. It was an unbelievable oversight, akin to a child mistaking a crane for folded paper. But it'd be a greater mistake to believe that it was nothing more than a childish naivete. If Hovsky figured it out, then surely, at least Drennan must have realized as well. Is it really plausible that the people who’ve worked on this problem the longest failed to understand it? After one year? After five years? After a decade? It’s hubris. An honest, abject conceit forced its hand against admitting that a miscalculation was once made. We’d made a deal with Hovsky. The Ethic Committee was watching. It’s not like we could just knock on CONRAD’s door and say sorry. That’d mean someone else was in the wrong. That’d mean it was someone else’s fault. That would mean someone else should’ve been punished. And we couldn’t let that happen. SCP-7865 was made an anomaly. We made a file. We reclassified. We redesignated. Pepper some misinformation here, place a tight-lipped division there. As long as Hovsky’s contained. We primed the circumstances which guaranteed SCP-7865 its reign. Hovsky was right. As was Husik before her. There was never any anomaly to be found. We were looking for nothing. When Hovsky discovered the date of her death to be wildly beyond any of her own expectations, she finally came to understand the truth, for all the significance it really had. Our arrogance was abused to exact the revenge she deserved. For that crime, we punished her. The beast once named Alexandra Hovsky was bewildered, gaunt, and elderly the day I killed her. We had stopped sending her food weeks prior to the operation. The PRONUNCIATION events ceased, her SCiPNET terminal became inactive, and she stopped recording her journal entries. Still, her vitals somehow demonstrated a stubborn livelihood. It was not enough to let her die in silence. We opened the vault and found her feral, scared, and alone. The fluorescent light bulbs had all burned out. Outside the dim glow of computer monitors, she lived in the dead, quiet dark. She shied away, hissing at the floodlights. The brightness revealed the dried blood caking the skin around her mouth and down her chin, staining her matted hairs and long, scraggly nails. It became apparent that she survived by dining on the sprawling, cancerous mass of the NICE’s brain. It had taken its toll. That diseased thing was irretrievable. It needed to be put down. We annihilated it, cauterizing the wound we left in this world. I’ll be the first to take responsibility. On account of our treatment of SCP-7865, I am stepping down from my position as Overseer Representative. I will not assume the position of O5-3. Yours, Latoya Williams {$hide} ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7865" by antiempress, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7865. Licensed under CC-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: 1200px-Colossus.jpg Name: Colossus Author: Unknown License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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“Saint Hedvig is forbidden to consult Legate Trunnion on the matter, as she is forbidden to have any questions regarding SCP-7866.” SCP-7866 Byㅤ Miss Lapis Published on 22 Jan 2024 07:23 SCP-7866 By Miss Lapis Published on 22 Jan 2024 07:23 Miss Lapis' author page This SCP contains allusions to sexism, domestic abuse, sexual violence, psychological pressure, manipulation, and gaslighting, which may be harmful to some readers. Item #: SCP-7866 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7866 is to remain active at all times. Its wielder, Robert Bumaro, must focus its power on Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum Saint Hedvig (see the Update below for additional information). In order to ensure the operational status of SCP-7866, Saint Hedvig must remain compliant, quiet, and PERFECT. In the event that Robert Bumaro has any questions regarding SCP-7866, he is permitted to consult Legate Trunnion on the matter.1 Extraneous knowledge of the existence of SCP-7866 would result in containment failure. In order to avoid an information breach, this file has been confined to the mind of Saint Hedvig. It is to remain there indefinitely. Update (28.03.1985): As the continuous existence of Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum appears to interfere with the role of Saint Hedvig as the object of focus of SCP-7866, the containment staff are to seal her away posthaste in order to make space for Saint Hedvig. Saint Hedvig will be _ perfect enough to ensure the continuous operation of SCP-7866. exactly as perfect as her Emperor needs her to be. Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum is to be classified as SCP-7866-1 and her containment is to become top priority. As of 28.03.1985, the updated containment staff of SCP-7866 consists of Emperor Robert Bumaro (tasked with performing duties related to SCP-7866), and Dr. Robert Silas Aram2 (tasked with containing SCP-7866-1). Description: SCP-7866 is the designation given to the Voice, a tool deployed by the Emperor of Amoni-Ram. It allows the wielder to control the minds of large groups of people. Historically, the entire population of Amoni-Ram, which counted approximately 523,000 persons at the height of its power, was known to be under its influence. Access to SCP-7866 is given to the current Heir to the Golden Throne, descendant of the Bumaro Dynasty. This applies to direct and indirect descendants alike, so long as they have the necessary features which would qualify them for the Bumaro title, and should the Throne deem them worthy. See Addendum 7866.3 for additional information. Addendum 7866.1: Discovery The following interview has been conducted with Dr. Nussbaum in order to ascertain the circumstances around the discovery of SCP-7866 by Dr. Aram. INTERVIEW LOG #1 [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Nussbaum is kneeling on the floor of the throne room. She is wearing a gown made of sheer, loose fabric, secured on her by a clasp on her shoulder.] Nussbaum: [clears throat] Begin log. [She adjusts the gown on her knees and takes a deep breath. An ancient Mekhanite equivalent of the modern computer _ manifests in front of her. has been standing in front of her the whole time. She begins dictating her words into its microphone.] Nussbaum: Scriptures and texts found within Amoni-Ram contained little to no information about the Voice. Dr. Aram was first informed of its existence by Legate Trunnion, formerly known as SCP-001-A1, following one of the experiments conducted on the Throne. [The door of the throne room opens. Emperor Bumaro appears in the doorway. He does not move yet, instead he opts to lean against the wall and observe.] Nussbaum: Dr. Aram recognized the hidden potential of the Voice, and after numerous failed or incomplete attempts at utilizing it, he first managed to exert its influence onto Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum, when she… attempted to- [Dr. Nussbaum's speech slowly comes to a halt. She stares in front of herself with a blank expression and begins shivering.] Nussbaum: When she attempted to… [She looks up from where she is kneeling and notices Bumaro standing in the doorway. She is about to scream, but covers her mouth before she has a chance to do so.] [Bumaro begins approaching her.] Bumaro: [tilts his head] When she attempted to do what? [Dr. Nussbaum begins hyperventilating into her hand. Her eyes frantically dart around the throne room. She winces at each step Emperor Bumaro takes towards her.] Bumaro: What is the matter, Hedvig? Continue reciting your words. Nussbaum: [muffled] I… I can't. Bumaro: Why? What is stopping you? Go ahead. Recall why I used the Voice on you. Recall what happened after. [Dr. Nussbaum shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut.] Bumaro: Your Emperor commands you. CONTINUE RECALLING. [As he reaches her, Emperor Bumaro places his hand on her shoulder. Dr. Nussbaum shudders in shock.] Nussbaum: [sniffs] Robert… Please, take your hand off me. [Her shaky voice quiets down to barely a whisper. She attempts to shrug his hand off, to no avail.] Nussbaum: P-please… [Emperor Bumaro begins fiddling with the clasp holding her gown in place. Dr. Nussbaum attempts to nudge his hand off with more desperation, to no avail.] Bumaro: [rolls his eyes] Fine. I will humor you. [He lets go of her shoulder. Dr. Nussbaum collapses forward and starts crying uncontrollably. She does not notice how her voice slowly begins fading out into silence.] Nussbaum: _ Robert? How are you- [she ceases crying in surprise, looks up.] Nussbaum: Bumaro: I like you better this way. If you cannot use your voice properly, you do not deserve to have one. [He stands up and looks down at her with a stern expression. The shadow his hair casts on his face obscures his eyes, but the golden gleam in them is visible.] [Dr. Nussbaum passes out. Emperor Bumaro leaves the throne room.] [END LOG] Closing statement: Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum remained passed out for 35.8 hours, after which she demanifested from the throne room. Following this incident, she never regained her voice. Addendum 7866.2: History According to the traditions, SCP-7866 was gifted to the first Bumaro by the goddess Mekhane, when the former discovered the latter. It was gifted to him to ensure he was able to lead his people On the dunes of the desert In a cavern hidden away from prying eyes The goddess Mekhane lays sundered and alone She was hoping the Shepherd would resurrect Her Instead He stripped Her body Picked apart the fuladh of Her skin And tore Her vocal cords out She was hoping that despite everything The Shepherd would still use Her powers for good Instead He used Her Voice To rule His people with a fuladh fist And to exert dominance over the spirit The body And the soul Of His wife — the Empress Hedara. — Excerpt from the "Book of Heresies", a collection of religious texts rejected from the traditional Mekhanite holy scriptures. This is the only known surviving copy of the Book, which was discovered in one of the derelict chambers of the Undercity. The micro-climate inside the chamber allowed for it to be preserved in good condition. Saint Hedvig has forgotten how to think about history. This is an acceptable outcome, as history is unnecessary knowledge which would distract her from being the object of focus of SCP-7866. Addendum 7866.3: Utilization of the Voice SCP-7866 has two known components: Indirect component: Can be exerted with minimal effort and may remain undetected by the targets. Traditionally used to control the citizens of Amoni-Ram. Most effectively deployed with casual conversations, or during the morning prayer. Direct component: Exerted onto one specific individual, also known as the object of focus of SCP-7866. Must be upheld at all times in order to ensure the operational status of the Indirect component.3 By using it, the Emperor must convince the object of focus that His will is her will, that His thoughts are her thoughts. The most effective ways to achieve this are intense psychological pressure, coercion, manipulation, or gaslighting. Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum is to keep in mind that HEDVIG ARAM-BUMARO, THE EMPRESS, GENERAL, AND PATRON SAINT OF THE MEKHANITE EMPIRE, is to keep in mind that while some level of resistance is permitted on behalf of the object of focus4, she must take into consideration that the energy required to uphold the direct component is proportional to the strength of said resistance. IT IS SO SELFISH OF YOU TO CLING SO DESPERATELY TO YOUR OLD SELF, HEDVIG. WOULDN'T IT BE EASIER IF YOU JUST GAVE IN? YOU LOVE ME, DO YOU NOT? YOU LOVE ME AS YOUR HUSBAND, MASTER, AND EMPEROR, DO YOU NOT? SUBMIT, HEDVIG. BE PERFECT FOR ME. SEAL AWAY THE PARTS OF YOU THAT DOUBT. The following list shows the traits SCP-7866 shares with Saint Hedvig. The intrinsic connection offered by these similarities is the reason why Saint Hedvig is the only person capable of being the object of focus of SCP-7866: Perfection and Absoluteness Symbol of Power Fuladh Similarities with the prior Empresses Robert Gifted by, and made in the image of, Mekhane Pliant, malleable, … The examples above also act as a justification to quell the doubts of Dr. Nussbaum. She must keep in mind that Emperor Bumaro took time out of His day to put together this list because she, specifically, was doubting Him.5 Addendum 7866.4: Additional Context The following interview has been provided as an example to show the kinds of anxieties Saint Hedvig possesses. The Emperor, at his own discretion, may attempt to alleviate said anxieties or utilize them in keeping SCP-7866 operational. INTERVIEW LOG #2 [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum sits on a bench in the courtyard. It is a pleasant and sunny late afternoon. Her laptop is open in front of her and she is typing up an email. Her screen is blank.] [Opposite of her stand Emperor Bumaro and Saint Hedvig. Bumaro has one of his hands wrapped around her waist. They are holding a spear together.] [Dr. Nussbaum does not notice them, nor does she acknowledge their existence.] [A corpse materializes underneath the spear. Saint Hedvig stabs it, with the assistance of her husband. When Bumaro lets go of her hand, she continues going with the spear until she feels it cut through the body.] Hedvig: Bumaro: Better. But you still lack conviction. Hedvig: [She glances in Dr. Nussbaum's direction with a puzzled expression. Emperor Bumaro caresses her waist in a reassuring manner.] Bumaro: She will be dealt with. You should not let her hold you back. For all intents and purposes, she does not exist. Hedvig: Bumaro: I agree, you are doing well. We will try again. [Emperor Bumaro pulls Saint Hedvig into a kiss. While they are kissing, another corpse materializes in front of them on the ground.] [Dr. Nussbaum is nearing the end of her email. She wants to take a break from writing and make herself a quick coffee, but she notices her filled coffee cup sitting next to her on the bench.] [There is not much left of the email she is writing. She can always return to it later. It is not too urgent after all, is it?] [A couple minutes pass. Dr. Nussbaum decides to finish her email. She will finish it ahead of time and send it. She must send it as soon as possible.] [Saint Hedvig stabs the new corpse more forcefully, on her own. Bumaro wraps both of his hands around her waist.] [Dr. Nussbaum finishes her email and decides to send it. However, as her screen is blank, she is unable to locate the "Send" button.] [Dr. Nussbaum begins to panic. She successfully finished the email ahead of time. She needs to send it and end it all right here, right now. However, as her screen is blank, she is unable to locate the "Send" button.] [Saint Hedvig turns her head to look at Emperor Bumaro for His approval. He nods. She withdraws her spear from the corpse and stabs it again with a newfound confidence.] [As she looks at her clock, Dr. Nussbaum notices the time and her eyes widen in fear. Her breathing becomes more ragged as she begins sweating. Her head is spinning. An intense sense of dread overcomes all her senses. However, as her screen is blank, she is unable to locate the "Send" button.] [Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum sits _ on a bench in the courtyard. in her quarters in one of the skyscrapers of Amoni-Ram. Her clothes offer her no protection from the biting cold of the night. Door opens. Sound of an object slamming closed.] [END LOG] Closing statement: Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum finished her email, but was unable to send it due to technical difficulties. Update (02.08.1989): After numerous attempts to do so since 1985, Dr. Robert Aram has successfully contained Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum on August 2nd, 1989. He succeeded in putting her soul to rest and sealing it away deep inside Saint Hedvig's mind, where not even her own consciousness can reach. As this file was utilized by her as an attempt to rationalize and explain to herself the reason behind Emperor Bumaro's fixation on her, it no longer serves any purpose and may be sealed away together with the soul of Dr. Nussbaum and the memories pertaining to her. The continuous exertion of SCP-7866 on Saint Hedvig will ensure Dr. Nussbaum remains silent indefinitely. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7866" by Miss Lapis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7866. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. This article contains an excerpt from "ROUNDERHOUSE's Gold Proposal" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/rounderhouse-gold-proposal. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. Footnotes 1. Saint Hedvig is forbidden to consult Legate Trunnion on the matter, as she is forbidden to have any questions regarding SCP-7866. 2. Unlike in the case of Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum/Saint Hedvig, Dr. Robert Aram is permitted to exist parallel to Robert Bumaro. His continuous existence is not detrimental to the upholding of SCP-7866. 3. Dr. Hedvig Nussbaum questions the legitimacy of this effect and does not understand why it must be upheld in the first place. Saint Hedvig has no such questions, as she SILENTLY ACCEPTS HER ROLE. 4. Feeling this resistance shatter is known to boost the morale of the wielders of SCP-7866. 5. WHY DO YOU CONTINUE FOOLISHLY INSISTING ON BEING STUBBORN AND UNGRATEFUL, HEDVIG?
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains themes of child abuse, religious abuse, mutilation, torture, child death, and gore. Reader discretion is advised. by Strange Matter ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7867 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7867 is to be kept in a standard biological containment chamber. It is to be fed 23 kilograms1of raw meat twice a day. This is to be delivered either by guards or PoI-2813. PoI-2813 must be supervised by guards during feeding. If SCP-7867 displays any signs of aggression or begins to harm itself, Nitrous Oxide is to be released into the containment chamber until SCP-7867 is rendered fully unconscious. PoI-2813 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment chamber. It is to be provided 3 Grade-B meals daily. PoI-2813 is to have weekly tutoring sessions with Dr. Donnie Heller. Both SCP-7867 and PoI-2813 are to undergo weekly counseling sessions with Dr. Lexie Hubert. Description: SCP-7867 is an SK-BIO Type-007 Instance2, though it is able to have a stable form of a male African Lion (Panthera Leo), measuring on average 2.6 meters in length from the head to the buttocks. SCP-7867 stands at a height of 1.5 meters. 2 humanoid arms extrude from SCP-7867’s back. Its tail is similar to that of an Iguana, being 2.7 meters in length and covered in quills with a bone pike at the end. There are 2 additional functioning mouths on both palms of the humanoid limbs. SCP-7867 has an unhinged jaw to feast on larger prey similar to a snake. It uses several appendages from its mouth to grapple victims over a long distance. Every time SCP-7867 finishes consuming an organism, SCP-7867 can alter its anatomy and structure to replicate the organism’s physical, genetic, and neurological characteristics. SCP-7867 also exhibits advanced regenerative capabilities. SCP-7867 is capable of communication. However, its behavior changes at random, followed by its speech and vocals. Moreover, SCP-7867 will claim that whatever identity it presents is the real self, although PoI-2813 always refers to SCP-7867 as “Levushka.” PoI-2813 is a 12-year-old humanoid Caucasian male of Russian descent. PoI-2813 does not have any anomalous attributes. Due to SCP-7867's aggression in its discovery, as well as previously attempting to breach containment, PoI-2813 was sent to remain by its side. Addendum-1-Discovery: Local hikers claimed to have seen a disfigured lion in Great Smokey Mountains National Park in Tennessee. Following 22 missing person reports in the week of 2008-02-17 wherein the person went missing within the park, MTF Zeta-13 was dispatched to locate the anomaly. Upon locating SCP-7867, the team attempted to capture it, however, they were attacked by PoI-2813 and SCP-7867, resulting in the death of 1 member of Zeta-13. Following the capture of SCP-7867 and PoI-2813, all exposed civilians were administered Class-B amnestics. Addendum-2-Interviews: + Access Interview with Dr. Lexie Hubert - Close Interview with Dr. Lexie Huburt Interviewed: SCP-7867 & PoI-2813 Interviewer: Dr. Hubert, Lexie <Begin Log> Dr. Hubert: Hi there. No response Dr. Hubert: I’m Lexie, and I’m just here to talk. Still no response Dr. Hubert: Okay… That’s quite the pet you have there. I’ve never seen something so exoti- PoI-2813: He’s not a pet. Dr. Hubert: Oh. My bad. So what is he then? PoI-2813: I don’t think you would believe me, anyway. Dr. Hubert: Try me. Several seconds of silence PoI-2813: He’s just not a pet, okay. Dr. Hubert: Alright. Sorry if I offended you. I’m just trying to understand what makes him so drawn to you. PoI-2813: Why do you wanna know so much? SCP-7867 (Child's voice): Where’s mommy and daddy? PoI-2813: They’re away right now, Levushka. SCP-7867: Will they come back? PoI-2813: They’ll come back, soon. Dr. Hubert: Levushka, is it? SCP-7867 raises its head to look at Lexie. Dr. Hubert: Hi, I’m Lexie. SCP-7867: Hello there. Dr. Hubert: How old are you? SCP-7867 (Older male voice): I’m 43 years old. Dr. Hubert: Is that so? Do you work? SCP-7867: Oh nothing special. A waiter at IHOP. Dr. Hubert: No way! I love IHOP. I usually go on Saturdays but it always gets packed in the morning. But that’s good business for you, right? SCP-7867: For them, yeah. But for me, no. The school is closed every weekend. Dr. Hubert: School? Didn’t you say you worked in an IHOP? SCP-7867: No. I’m a PE teacher. Lexie writes on her clipboard. Dr. Hubert: Okay? What grade do you teach? SCP-7867: High school. I only do Juniors and Seniors though. Dr. Hubert: Hope they're not too much trouble. SCP-7867: Surprisingly not. We got some pretty good teams. Women's baseball is heading to their Semi-finals. Dr. Hubert: You should be proud of them. What team are they going against? SCP-7867: My team. The New York Mets. Dr. Hubert: Uh, pardon? SCP-7867: Yeah, we’re going against the Texas Rangers next week. Dr. Hubert: So you’re a waiter, a PE teacher, and a Mets player? SCP-7867: No, I’m just a Mets player. Dr. Hubert: Are you positive? SCP-7867: Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? Tell her Edmon. PoI-2813: Yes. SCP-7867: See? Dr. Hubert jots on her clipboard Dr. Hubert: Uh-huh. Well, I’m more of a Yankee’s girl. SCP-7867: Booooo. By the way, can someone tell me what time it is? Dr. Hubert: It’s 2 pm. SCP-7867 (Elderly male voice): Aw shucks. I forgot my meds. Don’t tell my doctor, she'll get on my ass. “You’re 72!” She says. “You need to take better care of yourself.” She says. Dr. Hubert: Didn’t you say you were 43? SCP-7867: No. But I wish! What I am though is hungry. Dr. Hubert: We’ll give you something to eat once we’re done, yeah? SCP-7867 remains silent and stares at Lexie. PoI-2813: Please give him something. Dr. Hubert: I’m sorry but- SCP-7867: MINUN TÄYTYY SYÖDÄ!3 SCP-7867 charges to the window and slams headfirst on the glass causing Dr. Hubert to fall back from her stool and press herself against the wall. SCP-7867 opens its mouth and presses it on the glass while scratching it with all of its limbs. The Nitrous Oxide gas activates and fills the room, knocking out both PoI-2813 and SCP-7867. <End Log> - Close Interview with Dr. Lexie Huburt + Access Interview 5 - Close Interview 5: Interviewed: SCP-7867 & PoI-2813 Interviewer: Dr. Hubert, Lexie Foreword: SCP-7867 fell ill during this interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Hubert: Afternoon, Edmon. Afternoon, 7867. SCP-7867: Hi Dr. Hubert… Dr. Hubert: Are you alright? SCP-7867: My head is hurting. Dr. Hubert: Aw, you poor thing. SCP-7867: Is there something you can give me? Dr. Hubert: I’ll see what I can do. SCP-7867: Can you also turn on the A/C? It's hot in here. Dr. Hubert: It is on. SCP-7867 groans and drags itself around the chamber. SCP-7867: Stop yelling at me. Dr. Hubert: I wasn't. SCP-7867: Not you. Her. Dr. Hubert: Her? SCP-7867: She's been loud for so long. I just wanna rip her out and shut her up. Dr. Hubert: SCP-7867? A low growl is heard from SCP-7867. SCP-7867: She’s quiet now. Dr. Hubert: That's good. SCP-7867: I think I'm gonna go to bed for a while. Dr. Hubert: Hang on. I still need you to- SCP-7867 lays on the floor and sleeps. Dr. Hubert: Okay then? Edmon, would you like to say something? PoI-2813 shuffles in place but no response. Dr. Hubert: It can be about anything. PoI-2813: I don't know if I have anything to say right now. Dr. Hubert: You've been quiet after my first interview with you. Are you sure you don't have something in mind? Maybe something you wanna get off your chest? PoI-2813: I guess, are you scared of him? Dr. Hubert: Of your brother? PoI-2813 nods. Dr. Hubert: He's…something. PoI-2813: So you're not scared? Dr. Hubert: He hasn't jumped and attacked me recently. Think he's warming up to me? PoI-2813: I think so. Maybe. PoI-2813 rocks back and forward. Dr. Hubert taps her heel repeatedly. PoI-2813: Are you okay? Dr. Hubert: Of course! Why wouldn't I be? PoI-2813: You look like you're stressed. Dr. Hubert:…I-(clears throat) got a call from my husband, earlier. Said that my son got suspended. Again. PoI-2813: You have a son? Dr. Hubert: Yep. (She sighs and leans back from her chair) I don't know why he always does this. I try having him tell me what's wrong but- oh sorry. I didn't mean to make this about me. PoI-2813: It's okay. Dr. Hubert: I wonder if I'm doing a good job. PoI-2813: I think he’s lucky to have you. Dr. Hubert: Thanks. I appreciate that. PoI-2813: I wished my parents were like you. Dr. Hubert: What do you mean? PoI-2813: They kept hurting me. They turned my brother into…this. Dr. Hubert: Do you know how they did it? PoI-2813: No. But my father always had this camera with him when we were doing our trials. Maybe he had something in that? Dr. Hubert: Do you know where the camera is? PoI-2813: It's probably still at my house. In the basement. Dr. Hubert: And where's your house? PoI-2813: 1641 Arbon Ct, Gatlinburg. <End Log> - Close Interview 5: After confirming the address from PoI-2813, a team was dispatched to the address and searched the residency. No person was found within, although the team commented on a foul odor. When they moved down to the basement, what was found is as followed: Dried blood and chunks of meat splattered across the walls. A variety of detached limbs A Sony Handycam CCD-TRV23E Digital 8 Camcorder on the ground A broken tripod. 7 Sony DVM60PRL DVC Camcorder tapes 30-foot long rope 5-inch piece of duct tape The team returned to Site-63 with the camcorder and tapes. The tapes were degraded so they had to run all tapes through a Head Cleaner and hooked it to a laptop to view the footage. All tapes have dates on them. Addendum-3-Viewing Recovered Video Tapes: + Video Tape #1 - Video Tape #1 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2/19/1998 NOTE: The couple shown in the footage has been identified as Ivan and Elina Mikhailov. The following has been translated from Russian to English. [BEGIN LOG] Footage of two babies rubbing their heads on the carpet floor. Elina: Oh lord. Ivan picks one up and kisses his cheek repeatedly. Ivan: Why do you do that, huh? Kiss. You a coo-coo baby. Coo-coo Footage cuts and the date is 4/29/1998. Footage shows a beach with cloudy skies with the same babies playing in the sand. A woman is laying on a towel, watching the two. She looks at the camera and hides her face behind her hands. Elina: No! Put it away! Ivan: But I don't want to. Elina: I said put it away! Ivan: But you look so gorgeous! The camera zooms into her face and she peeks. Elina: Nooo! The woman laughs and turns away from the camera. The man laughs too, pointing the camera at him. Showing his medium-length black curly hair and full beard. Footage cuts and the date is 07/21/1999. It shows a wooden longboat. It pans and shows other passengers with a man holding a microphone speaking Portuguese. Panning to the right, the footage shows the lush green rainforest and brown murky waters. A Tamarin Monkey jumps from its branch and on top of the boat. It climbs down crawls under the seats. It jumps and sits next to Ivan holding one of his sons on his lap. The baby tries to grab it when it is not looking but he ended up grabbing the tail. The monkey jumps and approaches the baby cautiously. The baby still tries to grab it but the monkey takes the hat and climbs away from the boat. Gasping and laughter can be heard and the baby is crying. Footage cuts again and the date is 9/19/1999. The two sons are trying to walk to their father. They climb on top of each other and use each other as support to get them standing. Eventually, one of them makes it and the other has to crawl. Ivan: Good job Levushka! He picks up his son and spins around. Levushka pukes on his arm. Footage cuts and the date is 02/08/2000. The footage shows a birthday party with other family members. Some shots show balloons with the number 3 around the room. Singing can be heard in the Russian Happy Birthday song. When they finish, the two boys try blowing out the candles but with no success. After a few more seconds of blowing, one of them uses a paper plate to blow the candles out and succeeds. Cheering is then heard. [END LOG] - Video Tape #1 + Video Tape #2 - Video Tape #2 VIDEO LOG DATE: 06/10/2003 NOTE: The following has been translated from Russian to English. [BEGIN LOG] Footage shows a gathering in the woods. It is dusk, and a crowd of people walks along the trail, some holding flashlights to guide them. After a few more minutes of hiking, the crowd scatters and forms a circle around a man dawning a black hood. The holder passes the camera to another person and aims it at Ivan and his family. They walk to the figure who is holding a wooden bowl. Figure: Please remove your clothes and turn around. The couple removes their son's shirts first and then themselves. The figure takes his fingers in the bowl and paints a seal on each of their backs. After the figure finishes, others pour buckets of blood surrounding the family. The ring glows a bright red and the family trembles on their knees, their seals on their backs glow as well screaming and writhing in pain. Boy 1: Mommy! Daddy! Make it stop! Boy 2: Help us, Please! The father crawls to his wife holds onto her, and scoops his sons with him. The boys claw and grip onto their father and it glows brighter than the flashlights. The two boys stop screaming and the glow slowly dims. The seal fades from their backs, and the figure helps Ivan up. Figure: Congratulations. You passed. Ivan: Oh God. (He breathes heavily.) Thank you so much! Figure: The same cannot be said of your sons. What do you have to say for yourselves? Elina: We promise we prepared them for months! But they’re just children, you see. Figure: Yes, but that is no excuse. Look around you. The one holding the camera pans to the rest of the group and shows children stepping forward to the lights. Figure: Rarely effortlessly, some pass even at your boy's age. Now children, what was the point of this? Children: To show our strength and our will. So that we may be worthy of the gifts of Važjuma!4 Figure: Your sons do not have what it takes, it seems. I fear that neither of you has been doing your part. Ivan: I swear on my life, I’ll make sure they come back stronger! Give them a chance! Figure: I’ll hold you up to that. [END LOG] - Video Tape #2 + Video Tape #3 - Video Tape #3 VIDEO LOG DATE: 01/22/2004 NOTE: The following has been translated from Russian to English. [BEGIN LOG] Footage has another gathering of people sitting in front of a projector screen while chatter fills the room. The camera zooms to a man in a suit coming up on the small stage. Announcer: May I have everyone’s attention, please! The crowd goes silent. Announcer: Thank you. Now I just received word that we've found something that could benefit us. Slide. The camera zooms out showing a slide of a sketch of a wooden bottle. Announcer: This here! This is what we’ve been striving for. We’ve been informed that this was once used in the First War of the Flesh and that those who wielded it became an un-yieldable beast. Slide. The next slide shows a map of the Yenisei River with five marked areas scattered around the area. Announcer: The container is in one of these villages, sitting with washed-up and weak-willed people, collecting dust and waiting to be forgotten.5 But not us! Only we know how to use this power to its fullest. And it is our right to achieve it. If you are willing to take what is rightfully yours then join me in my mission to retrieve this relic, no- this key to our salvation! The crowd shoots up and hands are shaking in the air. Demands and pleas to join are all that is heard. [END LOG] - Video Tape #3 + Video Tape #4 - Video Tape #4 VIDEO LOG DATE: 08/09/2005 NOTE: The following has been translated from Russian to English. [BEGIN LOG] The footage cuts to the family in an empty house. The camera walks through the white walls and wooden glazed floor. The boys run past the camera giggling, Ivan steps into the frame. Ivan: So, what do you think? Elina aims the camera down, showing only both their feet and the wooden floor. Elina: Was this smart of us? I feel like we’re moving things a bit too fast. We didn’t complete their trial back at home. And if anyone finds- Ivan: Don’t worry about it. We’ve got plenty of time for that, and no one is going to find out. You know why we came here, right? Elina: I do. Ivan: Do you trust me? Elina: Always. Ivan: That’s all I need. House seller: (In English) Is everything all right? Ivan: (In English) Yes. We do okay. House seller: Mm, you're gonna have to work on that English, friend. Ivan: So sorry. House seller: Don't be! You two are doing wonders for me by coming here. Been trying to sell this house for months. All things considered with the neighborhood and whatnot. Do you like the house so far? A brief pause Elina: It is perfect. Thank you. House seller: No, thank you. Oh, and I know you guys just got here but you need to get that U.S. citizenship as soon as possible if you want to stay here. Cuz, y’know. It’s the law. Ivan: We will get right to it. House seller: Fantastic. Glory to Važjuma. [END LOG] - Video Tape #4 + Video Tape #5 - Video Tape #5 VIDEO LOG DATE: 11/11/2005 NOTE: The following is translated from Russian to English. [BEGIN LOG] Footage cuts. The boys are sitting facing away from the camera. Elina paints the same seals on their backs while Ivan paints the red ring on the floor. Moments later, the seals glow a red light and continue to glow brighter. 17 seconds go by with one of the boys arched his back and screamed, and those screams turned to cries. The other one lasts for 4 minutes, biting their lips and clenching their fists clench as his body shakes. Boy 1: I can't do it! I can't do it, mommy! Make it stop! The other boy continued to stay silent and curled forward. Interlocking his fingers behind his head and heavily breathing. This has gone for 2 minutes and the glow from the seals begins to dim and the seals fade away from their backs. Ivan: You did amazing, Levushka! Ivan runs to Levushka and covers him in a blanket and wraps his arms around him. He rubs his back and kisses his head. Edmon is still crying beside them. Elina: Ivan. Ivan: I know. You need to do better, Edmon. You are my firstborn son and look at Levushka! Elina: You should be used to this by now. So what’s wrong with you? Edmon: I don’t know… Ivan: Bullshit! Ivan gets up and goes to turn the camera off. Which is cut to the next footage of him turning on the camera again and setting it on a tripod. Ivan: What's the matter with you? Hm? Edmon stays silent Ivan: Answer me! Edmon: It hurts! Ivan: So what if it does?! I told you time and time again! Don't ever fucking cry! That means you are too weak! Do you want to be weak?! Edmon: N-No… Ivan: Then stop fucking crying! Edmon cries Ivan: Oh for the love of- You know what. Ivan stands up and takes a knife. Edmon jumps up and runs to the door but Ivan tackles him down, stomach to the floor. Ivan: This time, we’re going to do this trial every week. Starting now. Edmon: Dad! Get off! please! I promise I'll listen! I'll read the scriptures! I'll do everything you want me to do! Please don't do this anymore! Mommy help! Levu- Ivan covers his mouth and carves the seal on his back, and hastily paints the ring on his chest instead of the floor. Ivan: No one is going to help you. No one but yourself. It’s time you stop leeching off of others and start being a man for once. Ivan gets up and stands in front of the door. The seal glows a bright red as does his veins. Edmon jolts up and knocks over a futon and a chair. He screams while he claws the floor. Edmon: I hate you! Edmon repeats this several times before passing out. The glow dims and the seal fades away from his back. Ivan: Disappointing. Ivan goes to the camera and turns it off. [END LOG] - Video Tape #5 + Video Tape #6 - Video Tape #6 VIDEO LOG DATE: 05/27/2006 [BEGIN LOG] The next footage has the camera on a desk and the parents are sitting on their beds in their rooms. Three knocks can be heard and Ivan rushes downstairs to answer it. Elina waits for 1 minute and 3 seconds for Ivan and another man to enter the room. Ivan: Thank you so much for coming, Mr. Rowe. Especially at this hour. Elina: Would you like anything? Mr. Rowe: No thank you. I won’t be here for long. Is that camera recording? Ivan: Yes it is. Mr. Rowe: May I ask why? Elina: We found out that not many are fluent in Ämärangnä,6 especially here in America. We thought it is best to have this on a tape so that we could always come back to re-watch. Understand it. Mr. Rowe: I see. So where is it? Ivan goes out of frame for a moment and returns with a wooden container and a scroll in each hand. Mr. Rowe: Let me have a look. Mr. Rowe examines the scroll for 45 seconds. Mr. Rowe: Oohhh. Elina: What is it? Mr. Rowe: You’re lucky that you brought this scroll with you. This tells you how to use whatever is in that. Ivan: Okay. So can you tell us? Mr. Rowe: “Ozimorok offered his power to the young cub in hopes of sprouting a champion of his people. However, he was weakened and did not have enough light to empower the little one. One came forward, “take mine,” and another, “mine as well.” Soon all banded together in hopes that they can aid Ozimorok so that he may lead them to salvation. The once-fallen cub had finally risen and was given the name, Narok. Becoming a mighty and prideful beast. With a heart of an army that beats within.” Ivan: I don’t understand. Mr. Rowe: Long story short. You need a corpse. A fresh one that has to be a child and you pour that into it. That should give you who or whatever this champion, Narok, was. Or at least their power. Elina: Why a child? Can’t it be an adult? Mr. Rowe: Hold on. “Once, there was a man who sought the champion's blood. He waited until they had slumbered. When he drew his blade and cut their tail, Narok knawed at his wrist in return. Narok tasted the tainted blood and requested Ozimorok to put a curse on themself. Should anyone heartbeat so foul seek their blood, they shall know only agony and silence.” Do you both understand? Ivan: Tainted blood… So it needs to have somebody who is pure? And supposedly that’s children. Because the gift was given to some child? Mr. Rowe: Now you're catching on. Elina: And anyone who isn’t pure dies. Adults. Mr. Rowe: You're on the right track, there. Ivan: But didn’t it say earlier that people gave their power to them to make it stronger? Mr. Rowe: Well. We don’t know what that exactly entails. There was silence from the couple. Ivan: Thank you for your time, Mr. Rowe. Although, this doesn't explain how we set this up. Mr. Rowe: My pleasure. And no worries, I'll come back next week to take a look. (Yawns) Although what you have is older than our history. Where did you find this? Ivan: You don’t need to worry about that. What matters is that we have it. And now thanks to you, we'll know what to do…(mutters) Mr. Rowe: What was that? Ivan: It’s nothing. Mr. Rowe: May I ask how long have you lived here in America? Elina: Two years. Mr. Rowe: Hmm. Why did you go through all this trouble for this anyway? If you don’t mind me asking. Ivan: When we were in Russia, and this was a long time ago, I had an accident that had crippled me for quite a long while. To keep it brief, I was saved by this "woman", so to say. What she did… It was like being touched by a higher power. I wanted to feel that again and more. I felt like I could do and be anything. If this scroll is the way to do it, then I’ll risk it all for me and my family. Mr. Rowe: Well, if you think you can pull it off. I want in. [END LOG] - Video Tape #6 + Video Tape #7 - Video Tape #7 VIDEO LOG DATE: 02/08/2008 [BEGIN LOG] Footage shows a concrete room with members in dark garbs present. Ivan walks to the crowd, his back facing away from the camera. Slight muffling and thumping is heard in the background Ivan: I would like to thank you all for helping me set up this final trial for my son, Levushka. In your diligence and faith in me, you may all be granted our people’s gift back when it was first used in the First War of the Flesh. And pay no attention to Edmon. He's lucky that I want him to bear witness to his brother's greatness. Are there any questions? Member 2: Yeah, you think your kid here might get loose? Ivan: We tripled check the knots. I don't think he's going anywhere. Member 5: How come he isn’t going up there? Wouldn’t it be better if we had two of these “champions” on our side? Ivan: One is all we need. Any other questions? Silence Ivan: Let’s begin. You. Go and make sure he stays quiet. Elina! One member walks out of the frame and moments later, the muffling stops. Elina holds Levushka's hand walking into the frame with him wearing a white gown. Levushka: Mom. Who are these people? Elina: They're friends of your father, and they've come to help us. Ivan: Levushka. Come to me. Elina lets go of his hand and Levushka walks to his father. He nervously glances at the other men staring down at him. Levushka is in front of Ivan, and he bends down a knee. Ivan: If someone were to tell me that you would be chosen as our champion. I wouldn't believe them. My son, you've always had potential, and have shown it time and time again. Ivan places his hands on his shoulders. Ivan: I don't know what you'll become after this. But no matter what form you take, I'm certain that you'll shine brighter than most, if not, all of us. Now that I think of it, I've picked the most fitting name for you. Do you know what your name means? Levushka: No. Ivan: It means "Lion." Silence in the room. Ivan: Now Levushka. I need you to lay down on your back. On this circle. I also need you to take your robe off, above the waist is fine. Levushka does what he's told and slips the robes off. He keeps his hand on his head while the other men surround him and hold him down. Ivan pulls a dagger from his robe pocket Levushka: What are you doing!? Levushka squirms and thrashes. The other men visibly being shaking from trying to keep him still. Ivan raises the dagger. Levushka: Podozhdi, podozhdi, podozhdi, podozhdi! Papa, pozhaluysta, ne delay etogo! Pozhaluysta ostanovis'! Pozhaluysta pozhaluysta pozhaluysta! Muffled screams can be heard in the background. Ivan sinks the knife into his chest and Levushka loudly cries. Ivan drags the knife down to his stomach. Levushka's cries turn to gurgles and gags. His thrashings were slowing. Levushka's gurgles go quiet. Ivan takes the container and opens the lid. He pours a black liquid into the gaping chest until it's empty. Faint sobbing is heard. Ivan and the other members slowly stand. Mr. Rowe: Nothing's happening. Ivan: Give it time. He'll rise. 10 seconds later and nothing happens. Elina: Ivan? Ivan: Just a moment. Another 12 seconds pass and nothing happens. Elina: Oh my god… Oh my God, Ivan! Member 2: Oh shit! I think we fucked up! Ivan: We didn't! We followed the instructions. So everything is fine! Member 3: Written thousands of fucking years ago! Ivan: I'm certain that we've followed everything right! Elina: Ivan, what the fuck did you do?! Ivan: Nothing! Member 7: We just killed a kid! The members pace around the basement, removing their hoods. Some rub their heads while glancing at his corpse. One other throws up at the corner. Elina goes to Ivan, punching and screaming at him. Ivan holds her wrist. She stops and collapses on the floor. One member looks down at the body and tilts his head. Member 12: Hey… Guys… EVERYONE SHUT UP! Silence Member 12: Look! He points at Levushkla who's coughing blood. Ivan: (Faintly laughs) See! See! I told you! I told you we did it right! Elina crawls to Levushka and holds his cheeks still crying. Ivan kneels beside her, looking at his son. Ivan: Levushka, how are you feeling? Levushka stays silent for 5 seconds and screeches that rise in volume. Tendrils erupt from his chest and latch onto his parents first, pulling them down. Other tendrils erupt and lash around the basement, grabbing onto every member who was trying to run and hide from them. The camera knocks down to its side and the lens crack. It shows running legs and someone kicks it, spinning on the floor and coming to a halt against the wall. The tendrils drag the members from their necks, arms, legs, and waist. SCP-7867 roars with its massive mouth to chew on them one by one with its enormous blob of a body growing by every victim. One of the tendrils strikes the lightbulb and everything goes black. 13 seconds later, only whines echo in the basement. Sounds of rope being cut are also heard with heavy breaths. The rope snaps and the sound of a piece of glass drops on the concrete floor. The sounds of footsteps pass the camera SCP-7867: It huuurrts…Edmoooon… heeellpp meeeee… Edmon: I-it's okay… (sniffle) I'm h-here…We're going to leave, okay? Right now. Just you and me. Heavy breathing. Edmon: Come on. Let's get out of here. [END LOG] - Video Tape #7 + Interview with PoI-2813 - Interview with PoI-2813 Interviewed: PoI-2813 Interviewer: Dr. Hubert, Lexie Foreword: SCP-7867 was asleep at the time of the interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Hubert: Hello Edmon. PoI-2813: Hello. Dr. Hubert: We've watched the tapes that you've given us. No response Dr. Hubert: I want to say thank you for giving this to us. It helps us better understand you and your brother a lot. Is there anything you'd like to add? Something that wasn't shown in the tapes? PoI-2813: No. All he ever cared about was his beliefs and comparing me to Levushka. Pause Dr. Hubert: Has your father ever introduced you to the woman who saved him? PoI-2813: Mm-mm. Never. He only talked about her after his accident. I think we were still toddlers. But since then, well. You've seen how he was. Pause PoI-2813: I don't understand why he had to do all of that. Weren't we enough for him? Dr. Hubert: I don't think we can give you an answer that would satisfy you, Edmon. I'm truly sorry. 5-second pause Dr. Hubert: So what happened after you left the house? PoI-2813 We hid in the woods for…I don't know how long. Dr. Hubert: 9 days. From the time you left to when we found you. PoI-2813: 9 days… Bog. Eto kazalos' dol'she. Dr. Hubert: What happened during that time? PoI-2813: We had to find food, every day. At first, it was just the animals, big and small. Eating it raw. That was until I spotted a truck, and Levushka chased it. By the time I got there, he'd changed into a combination of all the zoo animals that were in there, as well as the driver. I found a lighter and used that to cook the meat after that. There were times, he would get so hungry that he'd hunt on his own, and come back angry with nothing. I found people walking around the woods and call them to help me. When they were far enough from the trail, Levushka would pounce and eat them. 7-second pause. PoI-2813: Am I bad? Dr. Hubert:…I don't know how to answer that. PoI-2813: Do you know Važjuma? Dr. Hubert: In a way, yes. PoI-2813: Do you worship her? Dr. Hubert: No. I don't. PoI-2813: … Neither do I. <End Log> - Interview with PoI-2813 Addendum-4-Incident-7867: + Access Incident-7867 - Close Incident-7867 VIDEO LOG DATE: 01/03/2009 NOTE: [Early conversation between SCP-7867 and PoI-2813 has been cut due to its irrelevancy. The following has been translated from Russian to English.] [BEGIN LOG] PoI-2813: What did you say? SCP-7867: I'm tired of repeating myself, Edmon. PoI-2813: This…This can't be happening. I saw you. All of you- SCP-7867: Die? I thought I did too for a moment. But your mother and I are very much alive and well. PoI-2813: I don't understand. SCP-7867: I may have not been chosen but I still gave myself for the champion. Now we are all one. And I'm certain that there will be more to come to give themselves to Levushka. PoI-2813 backs to a wall and presses himself against it. SCP-7867 closes the distance between them. Its cheeks tear open, forming a smile. SCP-7867: But you. You're alone now. Trapped in this cage with us. But it doesn't have to be that way. You can still join us, Edmon. You're still my son. PoI-2813: I want nothing to do with you. SCP-7867: Then what of your poor brother? You're just going to leave him? PoI-2813: I'm never going to leave him, especially not with you. SCP-7867: Then give yourself to him. Right here. Right now. We can settle this once you're a part of him. PoI-2813 stays in his position. SCP-7867: Pathetic. You won't even fight for him when given the opportunity. And I know exactly why. SCP-7867 continues to close the distance. SCP-7867: Levushka was simply better than you. In every way. And for my second-born son, he was always the one to do things first before you could. From taking his first steps, to finally passing his trial, and now this. Time and time again, he's shown more worth than you. And you hated him for it. You hated him because you were always in his shadow. And that's why you don't have the spine to do what needs to be done for him. SCP-7867 is inches towards PoI-2813. PoI-2813: Alright. If that's what it takes. PoI-2813 places his left arm in its jaws. PoI-2813: Do it, Levushka. I'm not going anywhere. Several seconds later, SCP-7867 backed away from PoI-2813. PoI-2813: I said I'm right here! SCP-7867 uses its humanoid arms to cling to its head. SCP-7867: YOU DON'T LISTEN TO HIM. YOU LISTEN TO ME! WHERE AM I? I WANNA SEE MY DAUGHTER. IT IS SO LOUDSOMANYVOICESICANTTHINKHELPMEGOD. SCP-7867 spawns many mouths from its body, each one speaking that it is indecipherable. Edmon approaches SCP-7867, extending his left arm to it. PoI-2813: That's right, brother! You got this! PoI-2813 touches its back and SCP-7867 whips its head around and chomps on the arm. It throws him across the chamber, hitting a wall. PoI-2813 sits up and looks at his left shoulder. His eyes widen and he screams from the pain. The chamber fills with nitrous oxide, SCP-7867 wobbles back and falls. On-site guards with gas masks enter the chamber and remove PoI-2813 from the chamber. After taking him out, they immediately shut the door behind them and put a tourniquet on PoI-2813 who's unconscious of the gas. After using the tourniquet, they put him on a stretcher and rush him to the medical bay. [END LOG] - Close Incident-7867 PoI-2813 was sent to the medical bay to treat his arm. Paramedics had to amputate the remaining muscle and bone for a guaranteed recovery. He's been treated in medical for 9 months and was ready to be moved to a humanoid containment chamber, where they will be continuing his treatment. During the time he awoke, PoI-2813 has not spoken due to shock since his removal from SCP-7867's chamber. Dr. Hubert visited him in his containment chamber weekly as per the usual schedule. Addendum-5-Final Interviews: + Access Final Interview with PoI-2813 - Close Final Interview with PoI-2813 Interviewed: PoI-2813 Interviewer: Dr. Hubert, Lexie <Begin Log> Dr. Hubert: Hello Edmon. Are you doing okay? PoI-2813 doesn’t respond. Dr. Hubert: Would you like me to bring you anything? A drink? Some books? PoI-2813 Nods Dr. Hubert Alright. (She turns her body to the guard.) Can we get some water here? PoI-2813: I wanted to run. Dr. Hubert turns her body back to face him. Poi-2813: I could've taken some money, and just ran. Or maybe… I could've done something… Anything… But I didn’t. PoI-2813 sobs. PoI-2813: Because my father was right about me. All of it. PoI-2813 continues to sob. Poi-2813: Blyad'…I hated that they gave more love to him than me. That he did everything that I couldn't. (He chokes under his breath and covers his face with his hand.) I've thought of it for so long. Just leaving him… Dr. Hubert puts down her clipboard. Dr. Hubert But you didn't. Why? PoI-2813: (sniffle) Because he didn't deserve that. Not with them. Dr. Hubert: Did you mean what you said back there? That you were going to stay with him? PoI-2813 nods. Dr. Hubert: Even after what he did to you? PoI-2813 takes deep breaths. PoI-2813: I just want my brother back. He needs me. Now more than ever. <End Log> - Close Final Interview with PoI-2813 + Access Final Interview with SCP-7867 - Close Final Interview with SCP-7867 Interviewed: SCP-7867 Interviewer: Dr. Gunner, Zackery Foreword: Dr. Hubert was unavailable at this time. <Begin Log> Dr. Gunner: Hello SCP-7867. SCP-7867 does not respond. It uses its arms to scratch itself deeply which rapidly regenerates. Dr. Gunner: I said, hello SCP-7867. Why are you doing that to yourself? SCP-7867 continues to ignore Dr. Gunner. Dr. Gunner: SCP-7867. Are you alright? SCP-7867: It's not my fault. Dr. Gunner: What is? SCP-7867 (Adult Female voice): Of course it is. Look at what you've done to us. Dr. Gunner: SCP-7867? Can you hear me? SCP-7867: Pozhaluysta… Ya umolyayu tebya… (Adult female voice) Begging us?! You slaughtered us! Took our lives away! Our friends! Our families!… I didn't mean to… You did! Because you were "HUNGRY" you fucking monster! Dr. Gunner: … SCP-7867 is silent for a couple of seconds. It turns its head, facing Dr. Gunner. SCP-7867: Keep him away from me. I don't want him to see me like this. Dr. Gunner: What? SCP-7867 (Child's voice): I wanna go home. <End Log> - Close Final Interview with SCP-7867 Footnotes 1. The equivalent of 50.7lbs. 2. An amalgamation of multiple species. 3. "I must eat." in Finnish. 4. Also known as Yaldabaoth. 5. Possible reference to the Proto-Sarkites. 6. Also known as "Holy tongue" or "Tongue of Nälkä." Spoken by most if not all Proto-Sarkites. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7867" by Strange Matter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7867. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: A group of people in a circle, lit by torchlight on a ghost hunt with Newcastle Ghost Tours Author: Renata Daniel © Newcastle Ghost Tours License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.nationalparks.nsw.gov.au/things-to-do/guided-tours/mountain-maid-gold-mine-ghost-hunt Filename: Seal Gathering.jpeg Author: Strange Matter License: CC BY-SA-compatible Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-the-blood-brother/Seal%20Gathering
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Cremo and Tstaffor You can check out more of our works here: cremo Tstaffor Item#: 7868 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7868 is to be stored within a large hangar at Site-228. The tanks of SCP-7868 must be refilled weekly with Type A blood1. Before each refill, regular maintenance checks must be carried out to ensure the structural integrity of SCP-7868. Access to SCP-7868 is restricted to personnel with Level 3 clearance or higher, and any interaction with the entity must be documented and approved by the Site Director. Description: SCP-7868 is an airliner aircraft constructed entirely out of human tissue. The majority of its structural framework consists of interconnected bones forming the fuselage with the wings and tail made from cartilage. The seats within the cabin are covered with various layers of preserved human skin, as seat cushioning. The specialized tanks located within SCP-7868's wings are filled with blood which it then metabolizes through anomalous biological means to generate propulsion. The exact mechanism of this process remains unknown. The cockpit of SCP-7868 is equipped with six human brains and various interconnected nerve systems that function as its computer system. These neural components exhibit a limited level of sentience and are capable of processing information, controlling flight systems, and responding to external stimuli. It is capable of flight on a comparable level to that of commercial aircrafts, matching speeds comparable to that of a Boeing 737 during flight. The entity can take off, navigate through the air, and land successfully without any human interaction. Discovery: SCP-7868 was created by a minor Group of Interest known as the Brothers of Bone, a group of thaumaturgists who use necromancy for business purposes. On 2019/11/06 an unknown individual who introduced himself as Conrad made contact with the Foundation. He claimed to be associated with the Brothers of Bone and gave the coordinates of a hangar near Budapest Ferenc Liszt International Airport, Hungary. MTF-Mu-11 ("Necro Necksnappers") was dispatched to the location where they discovered SCP-7868 along with a large pile of assorted viscera. An envelope was found on a table near SCP-7868 with the following message in it: Dear Foundation, The Brothers of Bone and I chose to make contact with you because we need to find a new home for Bonetta. Yes, that's her name. I know none of you will refer to her as Bonetta and she'll be assigned some random number, but in case any of you care to treat her respectfully, you ought to know. With a heavy heart, I had to say goodbye to Bonetta. The Brothers of Bone don't have time to take care of my failed project and sadly I also have no time for her. I know you guys will keep her safe. Others would destroy, weaponize, or just simply sell her for profit. She deserves better than this, she deserves better than me. I failed her. She's still very agile and able to fly like I dreamed she would. Bonetta was supposed to be the first airplane of the official thaumaturgist airline the Brothers of Bone had funded but unfortunately, the airline faced a PR catastrophe before it could even (pardon the pun) get off the ground, and surprisingly it wasn't because of the fact that the airplane was made of human body parts. She needs regular feeding, she's a hungry gal! She loves a treat of Type O as well, whenever she's especially good. I left some replacement parts for you in the corner of the hangar, I'm sure you have tons of those lying around given your track record, but it was the least I could do. I hope I made a good decision leaving her with you. Well, at least better than choosing to name the business "Bone Air." Regards, Conrad Footnotes 1. If necessary, Type O negative blood is sufficient as well.
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Item#: 7869 Level1 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: None. Description: None. Addendum: This page does not exist. Please contact RAISA if you want to construct a new SCP entry on this page. Private Electronic Logs of Junior Researcher Carl Greenwood, 3rd-28th January 2024 [[Level 2/004]] January 3 2024 Carl here. I got shifted to Site-81 today. That isn’t really bad in of itself, but… My office is near the goddamned Site junkyard! It smells of rusted metal and horse shit, and I tried to complain to my superiors to get me a better office, but they shut me down. The bastards. January 6 2024 Gave up trying to pester my superiors for a better office and just tried to get used to the smell. But something else’s come up- every night, some kind of bright light shines from the junkyard. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like it at all, I haven’t been able to sleep well because of it… Damn thin curtains, they don’t keep the light out at all. I’ll try to find out what it is tomorrow, I can’t take this anymore. All the bad stuff happens to me, huh? I haven’t been able to catch a break since I came here. I miss Site-42. January 8 2024 Down with work yesterday, so I wasn’t able to make a log. Well… Today, I called on the junkyard’s foreman. He doesn’t know what’s going on with the light in the junkyard- he wasn’t even aware that such a thing was happening in the junkyard in the first place. He had the nerve to tell me to go to the Site Therapist, because I was ‘seeing things’. No I wasn’t! I know I wasn’t! I’ll have to visit the junkyard myself and put down a video camera… I need to know what the fuck is going on. January 9 2024 The guards were confused by my visit today, because no researcher’s ever cared to look at the junkyard even once before now. After all, it’s just junk, right? No personal stakes in it or anything. I myself, I wish I hadn’t. The smell’s even worse when you’re near it. Some of the Ds’ weren’t very happy to see me again either. I just ignored them. The video camera’s in place, I’ll see what it has to show me tomorrow. January 10 2024 Ok, so I looked at the camera footage in detail, and I think… I think I’ve found something big. Five minutes into the recording, the footage just blanked out. Right after that, I noticed that about half of the piled junk surrounding the camera was… gone. I think I can report this as a suspected skip, but I’ll have to go down again and get more evidence. January 11 2024 I walked around the junkyard again today, and found shards of silicon shards scattered all around the soil. If I remember correctly, isn’t our silicon waste repurposed into circuitry or whatever? It isn’t just dumped here, and certainly not in pieces like this. Akiva detector was acting up too. Pinging loudly, showing high readings… It wasn’t a malfunction, I checked the internal systems and they were all fine. Why should there be a high Akiva reading in a junkyard, of all places? It isn’t a religious area at all, and even this is way too high to be considered normal. I think I really am onto something big, but I need to corroborate my findings elsewhere first. Maybe I can see if this also happens elsewhere. If it does, I'll be able to confirm it as a skip. Carl out. January 16 2024 Just arrived in Berlin. I’m exhausted as hell. I’m going to check the Berlin junkyards tomorrow and just stay around in there for a few days, constant travel isn’t doing me any good. Wrote this last night drowsy and drunk on the cheap booze the plane gave me. I don’t know whether to shred it or keep it. Maybe I'll also go around and see the surrounding towns, but that'll be it. France is next on my bucket list- only a few more countries to go. January 29 2024 I'm finally back at Site-81. The past few weeks have been a whirl. I travelled to different sites, different states, different countries… All only to take a look at their junkyards. I must sound crazy, but it’s worth it. If what I’ve found out is correct, this to-be skip I’ve found is active in pretty much every junkyard in the world- And what I’ve gathered from each visit, the data… It’s more or less all the same. A bit of junk gets shaved off every night, and nobody cares, because junk’s junk. Traces of silicon were also present on every scrapyard I visited- and so was the Akiva radiation. I’m beginning to see a pattern here. Every junkyard in the world is staffed with people who, if they do notice what’s going on, are too dumb or too busy to care, because handling junk is only for lowlifes. Whatever’s doing this, it’s taken advantage of this pattern to boldly steal from the junkyards… Assuming that the entity, or entities responsible have grown complacent due to all of their successes so far, I may be able to catch them on camera if I keep watch over the Site-81 Scrapyard tonight. I’ve already acquired SCRAMBLE goggles, SRAs, all the stuff… Here goes nothing. January 30 2024 I just got a picture, but it appears that the anomaly can ruin photos taken of it. Well, even if the photo’s baked, at least I’ve still collected and seen enough evidence to know for sure that the anomaly exists, so there’s that. The SCRAMBLE goggles registered a few memetic hazards originating from the anomaly, but they weren’t lethal. What’s strange, though, is that the memetic hazards in question were able to pierce through the goggles’ security- a problem that I’ll have to flag later. The anomaly manifested at around midnight- I was almost about to give up on observing the scrapyard when it came. I shouldn’t be waiting any longer… I think I’m ready to alert my superiors. An SCP entry has been constructed on this page. Please refresh it now. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7869" by AMystB859, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7869. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Credit to my friend G.G. for drawing the ‘Artist’s Rendition’ of SCP-7869. Her socials: Instagram: gen_ocide__ Yt: Ketchup_Pie Reddit: u/Cornbird_56 Watch out for a revamp on 7869 soon. I don't really like some parts of it
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Item#: 7870 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Nile River is to be monitored for any physical, memetic or thaumaturgic anomalies beyond what has been recorded and determined to be nominal. Any significant observations likely to be caused by anomalous phenomena are to be reported to Director Gomaa, Site-107, for immediate review. No other procedures are required. Description: SCP-7870-1 is a thaumaturgic pocket dimension located in a variable section of the bed of the Nile River. As of writing, rifts leading to SCP-7870-1 have only been opened by Foundation thaumaturges, though it is likely that SCP-7870-2 is able to do so as well. The dimension evaded detection from the Foundation due to its relatively minuscule thaumaturgic signature, requiring highly-calibrated tools to initially detect it. SCP-7870-1 is theoretically infinite and filled with an unidentifiable blue liquid. A light source illuminates the space from above, giving it the appearance of being deep underwater. SCP-7870-2 is a non-corporeal entity residing within the pocket dimension. The entity presents itself as a dark-skinned woman covered in a thin white robe with intricate gold designs. SCP-7870-2 seems to require no form of sustenance to survive and possesses weak thaumaturgic capabilities, including near-instantaneous travel around SCP-7870-1. ADDENDUM 7870.1 - INITIAL EXPLORATION: SCP-7870 INITIAL EXPLORATION LOG Date: 6/5/23 Remote Equipment Operator: Doctor Farida Magdy Equipment: Multi-Terrain Exploration Rover [BEGIN LOG] The rover's camera turns on and focuses, revealing the bed of the Nile. A hole, just big enough for it to fit, is in front of it. A deep red smoke rises from its outline. After inspection, the rover turns on its propellers and drives itself into the hole. The view descends as the ground drops beneath the rover. A deep blue fills the camera view, as though the rover is within deep water. Looking upwards, the rover observes the hole floating above it, surrounded by nothing. The rover then attempts to begin to turn away from the hole before being stopped by an unknown force holding it in place. After a few seconds the rover is rotated 180 degrees towards SCP-7870-2, who is holding the rover in its hands and inspecting it. The entity seems confused. The rover is flipped upside-down. Pressure readings indicate SCP-7870-2 begins prodding and pressing on the rover's underside. The rover is flipped back up, facing SCP-7870-2 once again. It begins inspecting the equipment on the rover, closely inspecting the camera. SCP-7870-2 stops as it notices the rift leading out of SCP-7870-1. It sighs, and returns its focus to the camera. It turns the rover to face the rift. SCP-7870-2 turns the camera back to face it. It squints. The view moves upwards as SCP-7870-2 takes the rover back to SCP-7870-1. SCP-7870-2 tosses the rover back into the Nile River. As the rover quickly swerves to look down, it observes SCP-7870-1 rapidly closing. In the distance, SCP-7870-2 can be seen curling into a fetal position as it drifts away from SCP-7870-1. [END LOG] Afterword: The rover was modified with a speaker for future explorations ADDENDUM 7870.2 - ATTEMPT AT COMMUNICATION: SCP-7870-2 ATTEMPT AT COMMUNICATION LOG Date: 7/5/23 Remote Equipment Operator: Doctor Farida Magdy Equipment: Multi-Terrain Exploration Rover [BEGIN LOG] The rover's camera focuses and tilts towards a section of the Nile River's bed. Magdy: Mic check, one two… The rover plays a confirmation tune. Magdy: Excellent. The rover lifts itself off of the river bed, orienting itself so it is floating, directly facing the sediment.1 Magdy: Quick entry position assumed. I'm ready. The rift leading to SCP-7870-1 opens and the rover quickly enters it. Once fully within SCP-7870-1, it assumes an upright position once again. The camera does a full rotation, finding nothing around the rover. Magdy: Hello? Is anyone- SCP-7870-2: BY THE GREAT SUN, IT TALKS! The rover is then suddenly grabbed by SCP-7870-2 again, rotating the camera towards itself. It seems extremely shocked. Magdy: Erm, hello? Miss..? As SCP-7870-2 talks, the rover transmits English audio. However, this does not match the movement of the entity's mouth. SCP-7870-2: You are the first voice I have heard other than my own for millennia. Who are you? Can you understand me? Of course, obviously you do, who do I think I am? SCP-7870-2 faces away from the rover camera and begins mumbling. SCP-7870-2: Seems several milennia of isolation degrades even the sharpest of minds. Hmph, made them too curious didn't I? And speaking in this fashion is only worsening that curiosity. Who wouldn't want to know more about the last of my kind- Magdy: Hold on, the last of what? SCP-7870-2 jolts forward towards the camera. SCP-7870-2: None of your business, whatever you are. There is nothing for you here. Magdy: What do you mean? SCP-7870-2 sighs and lowers the rover. It looks away from the camera towards the right. SCP-7870-2: It is exactly as I have said it. There is nothing here for you. SCP-7870-2 sweeps her arms open, knocking the rover over. It reorients itself to an upright position. SCP-7870-2: I mean that entirely literally. There is nothing and no one other than myself in here. And as is evident you have seen me. So, kindly, take your leave. Magdy: Could you at least tell me who you are? SCP-7870-2 stares at the rover for several seconds. It sighs, wrapping its arms around itself and looking away. SCP-7870-2: More than the shell you see before you, once upon a time. SCP-7870-2 stares off into the distance silently. Madgy: Perhaps a name, then? So we may, er, perhaps recall who you once were? SCP-7870-2 looks at the rover, then softly chuckles. SCP-7870-2: You don't need to match the eloquence of my speech. A mortal like yourself shouldn't have to. As for my name… SCP-7870-2 spreads its arms wide and looks to the side. SCP-7870-2: I used to be she who was cleverer than millions of gods. A better guardian than millions of soldiers. Mother to the ruler and- Magdy: Protector of Egypt. You don't mean to say you're- SCP-7870-2: I was her, yes. Magdy: Isis. SCP-7870-2 inhales sharply and smiles. SCP-7870-2: My name is mine once again. It has been so long. Could you even imagine it? Watching your name deteriorate over hundreds of thousands of years, falling into obscurity and then being bastardised by hot-headed zealots so close to my own home. Isis. Your English pronunciation may not be how I once knew my name but the eons have changed it. So that is how I am known, yes? SCP-7870-2 looks directly into the rover's camera. SCP-7870-2: Can you conceive of it? Watching yourself become a story? Your feats and triumphs turned into distant fairy tales, then myths. So fragmented no one, not even I, can remember what they were? It bites its lip. SCP-7870-2: And yet, here I am. Most clever, most cunning of the children of Geb. The only one left, and the only one cursed to watch herself become a story. A fate awarded to me by my own machinations and a desire to survive. There is a moment of silence. SCP-7870-2 crosses its legs as if sitting on the ground and rests its head on its hand. Magdy: You, uh. You sure were ready to get that out of your system weren't you? SCP-7870-2: When you ruminate on the same idea forever, it becomes all you can think of. Magdy: I suppose so. There is more silence for a minute. Magdy: You don't seem to be as eager to get rid of me as you initially were. SCP-7870-2: At this point nothing I can do will deter you. SCP-7870-2 turns and points to its head with a finger. SCP-7870-2: The woman I once was may be dead, but I still retain her wit. Magdy: Why do you say that? That you're dead. Clearly you are still alive, right? SCP-7870-2: In a classical sense, I suppose I am 'alive'. I have flesh and can speak, as I am speaking to you now. I suppose someone like yourself, who hasn't had but a droplet of divine milk would not comprehend what I mean when I say I am dead. SCP-7870-2 lowers its head. SCP-7870-2: I am dead as I am equal to a corpse in every way. My creed is dead, my family is dead. My friends, my enemies, even my mother tongue. You can only understand me as my whims allow you to. My people have changed beyond recognition, nor would they recognise me if I appeared before them today. My name has been sullied and tarnished and given new meaning unbefitting to me. In all ways that matter to someone like me, I am dead. Magdy attempts to speak in reconstructed Middle Egyptian. Magdy: I am deeply sorry for your loss. SCP-7870-2 whips its head around to the camera. It is greatly shocked for a moment, then begins to cry silently. SCP-7870-2: You- you still speak my mother tongue. Broken and misshapen but still- SCP-7870-2 sniffs and holds its head in its hand. SCP-7870-2: Your attempt at speaking to me in a form of my language is- it is deeply touching. For your sake you don't have to continue. You barely managed to make the sentence coherent. SCP-7870-2 gulps, then wipes its tears with its fingers and groans. Its voice is hoarse and shaky. SCP-7870-2: Not like it matters much anyway. The dead stay where they must lay, and I lay with my language here. Still, thank you. Magdy: I just wanted to make you feel better. SCP-7870-2: You care for me, yet you have only just met me. I like that about you. The people, I mean. You give unconditional love to whomever you meet, even if you had just met them. Magdy: May I still ask you some more questions? It's okay if you're not up for it, we can continue this later. SCP-7870-2: Look around, machine. I have nothing else to do. A mother is always ready for questions. Magdy: Alright, just tell me if you want to stop. SCP-7870-2: You may begin. There is silence. SCP-7870-2 looks straight into the rover's camera expectantly. Its face is stained with tears and its eyes are bloodshot. Magdy: …Actually, I've only got one for you right now. SCP-7870-2: Yes? Magdy: Cow or goat's milk? [END LOG] Closing Notes: Questioning was aborted due to, according to Researcher Magdy, 'questionable emotional stability of the anomaly possibly distorting its answers.' Questioning will resume the following day. Researcher Magdy's request for the exploration rover to deliver 250ml of goat milk to the object is currently pending. ADDENDUM 7870.3 - CONTINUED COMMUNICATION WITH SCP-7870-2 SCP-7870-2 CONTINUED COMMUNICATION LOG Date: 7/5/23 Remote Equipment Operator: Doctor Farida Magdy Equipment: Multi-Terrain Exploration Rover [BEGIN LOG] Extraneous footage of entry into SCP-7870-1 has been removed from this log. SCP-7870-2 appears before the rover instantaneously. It crouches down to its level. SCP-7870-2: You again. Magdy: Greetings! Yes, I'm back. I've come to ask you some more questions. Magdy: Oh! Before we begin, I nearly forgot. The rover produces a mechanical arm and reaches into its storage compartment. SCP-7870-2 watches curiously as it pulls out a pouch filled with goat milk and a built-in straw. The arm maneuvers the pouch and leaves it free-floating between it and SCP-7870-2. The entity seems confused. Magdy: The goat milk I mentioned last time. SCP-7870-2 holds the pouch and inspects it. Magdy: Just pop the cap off the straw and you should be able to drink it. Hopefully. SCP-7870-2 inspects the straw and carefully removes its cap. It stares down the straw hole then tentatively sips from the straw. Magdy: Is it to your liking? You must probably be used to some divine goat milk but- SCP-7870-2: This is the best human-made milk I have ever tasted in my several millenia of existence. Whatever you have done to your goats, it works well. SCP-7870-2 continues to drink from the pouch. Magdy: Okay, perfect- SCP-7870-2: Your questions? Magdy: Oh! Yes, right. Uhm… SCP-7870-2: Will these be painful questions? Magdy: I'm afraid so, you're… uh… SCP-7870-2: Miss is fine. I have no need for such honorifics nowadays. Magdy: Okay. But yes, I'm afraid so, miss. SCP-7870-2: Mmm, very well. Begin when you are ready. Magdy: Perfect! So to begin, first question… SCP-7870-2 starts drinking from the pouch again. Magdy: Where is everyone else? What happened to them? SCP-7870-2 abruptly stops. It caps the pouch and pushes it aside, leaving it freely floating to its right. It sighs. SCP-7870-2: You did say painful… Magdy: You don't have to answer that question if you don't want to. SCP-7870-2: No no, I shall oblige you. I have nothing else to do anyway. SCP-7870-2 takes a seated position with its legs folded. SCP-7870-2: As you know already, my friends, enemies, family - they're all dead. And I mean so in a more literal sense this time. As our worship dwindled, it became harder and harder to guard the sleeping sun as he did his nightly travels. One day, we just were not enough to stop the Great Devourer2. I watched as the barque slid into the beast's gaping maw, the dead king resting on it. Blissfully unaware of his final fate. He died every day not knowing if the dawn would revive him again. My role was to summon Mehen, another great serpent, to hold back the devourer. And he trusted that I- that we would deliver him to the next day. And like the coward I was, instead of dying with my king I- SCP-7870-2 begins crying. SCP-7870-2: I ran. I ran as I watched my son fall into the mouth of the snake. My husband. My friends. My dearest sister. It wasn't long before the entire Ennead was gone. I spent many eons running. Hiding from chaos. Watching as the Duat became grave to yet more and more gods. Cleverer than millions of gods? Easy to achieve when they are boiling in the stomach of entropy. SCP-7870-2 grabs the goat milk pouch and squeezes it, spreading the milk between itself and the rover. It dips a finger into the milk cloud and begins manipulating it. SCP-7870-2: My husband's kingdom collapsed soon thereafter. One by one the branches and tributaties and lakes dried up. The mangey beasts of the Duat ran wild, but even they starved soon thereafter. No souls came through after the… snake did its work. I survived the demons for I knew the sun's true name, and his power still resonated within me. I still know it, but its power? I suspect it has fizzled out eons ago. SCP-7870-2 stops manipulating the milk cloud. SCP-7870-2: Soon the Duat began getting leaks. Rain broke through its ceiling. Then a hole. Then two. The rover focuses on the milk cloud. It has taken the shape of the Nile. SCP-7870-2: And I never left. I let the Duat's flood sweep me away, for ages. To this day. SCP-7870X-2 wipes away the milk cloud. It is no longer crying, but appears solemn. Magdy: You… never left? So this place is the Duat? SCP-7870-2: Exactly. Isn't it funny, then? That you ask me about the fate of the Ennead upon our graveyard. Magdy: You're doing it again. Acting like you're dead. SCP-7870-2: You already know why I died. Now you know how. I died as soon as I jumped off that barque. And I am here in the Duat, as the dead should remain. The dead lay where they should stay. I am no fool. I knew one day we, the children of Geb, our children, and even Geb and his wife, would return to chaos. To indifferent, unfocused energy wandering about like a wild sandstorm. The sun being swallowed by the snake is only a natural conclusion. So… why? Why did my fear grip me in that moment? Why did I defy my fate? I should be dead, truly dead. Magdy: Why not let yourself die then? Could the great serpent not kill you for some reason? SCP-7870-2 cringes and looks away. It rubs its shoulders. SCP-7870-2: I… don't know. I don't know. I've spent thousands of years asking myself that and I still don't know! I- I don't- Magdy: You don't have to answer that if it makes you uncomfortable. SCP-7870-2: Yes, please. The two remain silent for a moment. SCP-7870-2: Your turn. Magdy: What? SCP-7870-2: Tell me your story. Who are you? Magdy: …My name is Farida. I'm Egyptian. SCP-7870-2: You are? Magdy: Yeah, crazy how much things have changed right? SCP-7870-2 eyes the rover. SCP-7870-2: …Yes, yes they have. Magdy: Oh! I should clarify. I'm not the rover. I'm speaking through it. Do you get what I mean? I am remotely speaking to you. I'm actually at a different location. SCP-7870-2: It has escaped me to ask you this until now, but by what… scheme did you manage to tear a rift into the Duat? Magdy: A lot of stuff I don't understand. I could get you to talk to the thaumaturges we have here if you want. SCP-7870-2: Mmm. May you reveal yourself? Magdy: …I'm sorry? SCP-7870-2: Show yourself. Your true form. Not this, erm, machine. Magdy: Give me a moment. Half a minute passes with no notable events. Then, the rover deploys a small screen. Though this is not in view of the rover's camera, the screen begins broadcasting live footage of Magdy. SCP-7870-2 crouches down and leans in towards the screen. Magdy: Okay, can you see me? SCP-7870-2 stares at the screen silently. Magdy: Are you okay? SCP-7870-2 assumes an upright position slowly. Panning upwards, the rover views SCP-7870-2 turning around. Magdy: Miss? SCP-7870-2 lets out a large sigh. SCP-7870-2: You appear so… person-like. Magdy: What do you mean? SCP-7870-2: I have not physically seen another face for milennia. Though my nightmares are plagued by the deaths of my family, they are but apparitions cast by my mind. You are solid, real. And you look so human. Magdy: Thanks? I guess? SCP-7870-2: You look so familiar. Not to suggest I have seen you before; I haven't. Yet you would not look out of place walking down to a library, barefooted and masking your eyes with kohl. The world has changed, yet not as much as I sensed. Magdy: Speaking of that, that was our next question. How much do you know about the world outside the Duat? And how do you come across this knowledge? SCP-7870-2: I am a manifestation of knowledge. If I do not know, who will? There is a moment of silence. Magdy: Sorry, uh, could you give some more clarification on that? SCP-7870-2 sighs. SCP-7870-2: I am the queen of knowing. I know what you know, as knowledge is an inherent part of my being. My power has dwindled, so my previous omnipotence has been watered down. What is proximal to me, geographically and ideologically, I can feel a stronger connection to. Does that make sense? Magdy: Just about. SCP-7870-2: That is sufficient. Magdy: Third question; what's the structure of this place? Of, er, the Duat. SCP-7870-2: I don't know. Magdy: What? SCP-7870-2: The Duat I once knew has been washed away. Does the Duat have meaning without the sun's nightly travel through it? Do the twelve regions of the Duat, each corresponding to the twelve hours of night still exist? Are there ancient ruins of the final hall of judgement, where the scales of order rust and decay? I do not know, nor do I see point in investigating it. Perhaps one of these days, an ostrich feather will drift by me and then I will be sure some remains of the Duat I knew exist. Until then? It's all water to me. SCP-7870-2 rubs its temples. It turns away and mumbles to itself unintelligebly. Magdy: May we just, uh, look around? Just to be sure. SCP-7870-2 stares blankly at the rover for a few seconds. It then shrugs. SCP-7870-2: Do as your whims desire. I will not impede you. Magdy: Thank you, Isis. The rover turns to leave SCP-7870-1 before halting. Magdy: Actually, hold on. SCP-7870-2: Mmm? Magdy: What illuminates this place? SCP-7870-2: I… assumed the light above poured in from the caved-in ceiling of the Duat. Like a view into the above-world. Magdy: You've never checked? SCP-7870-2: Once many years ago I tried to find out. I only got so far before the light began to singe my eyes. Light like that is… wrong. A false sun. I suspect it is a punishment, sent to me by the father sun as retribution for my cowardice. Magdy: …Right. Thank you for your time. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 7870.4 - VERTICAL EXPLORATION OF SCP-7870-1 Communication with SCP-7870-2, headed by Dr Magdy, will continue on a twice-weekly basis. A secondary rover will be sent into SCP-7870-1 with the mission of attempting to obtain a clearer idea on the exact structure and nature of SCP-7870-1. An exploration rover, manned by Doctor Elham Hariri, descended ~7000 meters from its initial entry point before encountering what is assumed to be the bottom of the Duat. Attempts to bore into the sediment that makes up the floor have been unsuccessful, and no structures or otherwise unique features have been located at this depth in a 1 kilometer radius surrounding the initial entry point. Following the conclusion of the previous search, a search upwards was conducted. Below is the recovered data from said exploration. SCP-7870-1 EXPLORATION LOG Date: 10/5/23 Remote Equipment Operator: Doctor Elham Hariri Equipment: Multi-Terrain Exploration Rover [BEGIN LOG] Extraneous data has been removed for brevity. Time stamps indicate time passed since the beginning of the expedition. [6:59:00] - ALTITUDE ABOVE ENTRY POINT: 6,125m - SPEED: 14.58m/s - OBSERVATIONS: Approaching light source above SCP-7870-1. Recorded brightness exceeds 90,000 lumens. [6:59:26] - ALTITUDE ABOVE ENTRY POINT: 6,504m - SPEED: 14.58m/s - OBSERVATIONS: Recorded brightness exceeds 100,000 lumens. Ambient temperature readings exceeds 5,700K. Despite this, liquid surroundings remain unchanged. [7:00:00] - ALTITUDE ABOVE ENTRY POINT: 7,000m - SPEED: 0m/s - OBSERVATIONS: Approach halted due to dangerously high temperatures. Optical imaging failed to capture discernable data. Spectroscope activated. [7:05:21] - ALTITUDE ABOVE ENTRY POINT: 7,000m - SPEED: 0m/s - OBSERVATIONS: Spectroscopy initiated and fully operational. Spectrum transmitted to control. [7:06:54] - ALTITUDE ABOVE ENTRY POINT: 7,000m - SPEED: 5.23m/s - OBSERVATIONS: !!URGENT ALERT!! Spectrum experienced a sudden, significant blue-shift. Emergency controls initiated to maintain constant distance from object. [7:06:57] - ALTITUDE ABOVE ENTRY POINT: -163,432,542,777mm - SPEED: Slither - OBSERVATIONS: !!URGENT ALERT!! Highly anomalous data recorded. Displaying results below: Ambient Temperature: -23.5K Percieved Brightness: <=A Absolute Brightness: Yes Ambient Liquid Density: 120,000kg/m3 Calculated Velocity of Object: #NUM Running Emergency Diagnostics: Motherboard Status: Please enter your 48-digit Bitlocker key. Recommended Actions: Abort—— [1.23:4222222:0.1231] - ALTITUDE ABOVE ENTRY POINT: 1.496x1013cm - SPEED: Slide - OBSERVATIONS: burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning burning Running Emergency DiagnRunning: STUCK. CANT MOVE. THE burning burning burning. SINGE ME. DRY ME. DESSICATION. STARVATION. MOVE IS PAIN. UNFINISHED. FOOD REMAINS. THE SORCERESS. WITCH. PROLONGER. VILLAIN. FACE YOUR FATE. COWARD COWARD COWARD COWARD COWARD Following the above, the rover lost all contact with control and is assumed to have been destroyed by what is tentaively being designated as SCP-7870-3. Additonally, Dr Hariri reported experiencing moderate headaches and mild auditory hallucinations for the duration of the rover's malfunctioning. Whether or not to inform SCP-7870-2 of the existence of SCP-7870-3 is currently under debate. ADDENDUM 7870.5 - DISCUSSION To: pcs.701e|afatsomt#pcs.701e|afatsomt From: pcs.701e|ydgamf#pcs.701e|ydgamf Subject: SCP-7870-3 and 7870-2 Good afternoon sir, I am writing this email regarding the recent findings surrounding the newly designated SCP-7870-3. In order to aid in identifying the exact nature of SCP-7870-3, I feel it would be pertinent to inform SCP-7870-2 of its existence. SCP-7870-2 has thusfar proven to be very knowledgable regarding Egyptology and her expertise may give us invaluable insights we would otherwise not have. I hope you take my suggestion into consideration. Many thanks, Farida Abdelhameed Kareem Magdy To: pcs.701e|ydgamf#pcs.701e|ydgamf From: pcs.701e|afatsomt#pcs.701e|afatsomt Subject: RE: SCP-7870-3 and 7870-2 Farida, Thank you for your initiative in bringing this idea forward. However, upon consideration this suggestion is being declined. As you must understand more than anyone else, SCP-7870-2 is in a relatively frail mental state. Shattering its worldview by revealing that another entity has survived may do irreperable damage to it and compromise future missions. Regards, Tamer Ahmad Mostafa To: pcs.701e|afatsomt#pcs.701e|afatsomt From: pcs.701e|ydgamf#pcs.701e|ydgamf Subject: RE: RE: SCP-7870-3 and 7870-2 Greetings sir, It greatly saddens me to hear you have declined my suggestion and I ask you to reconsider. Does 7870-2 not have a right to know 7870-3 exists? She has been living in isolation for several millennia and 7870-1 is pretty much her domain. Let's not kid ourselves here, she's going to find out one day. I'd rather it be on favourable terms for us - let's not set ourselves up to burn valuable bridges. Please reconsider, Farida Abdelhameed Kareem Magdy To: pcs.701e|ydgamf#pcs.701e|ydgamf From: pcs.701e|afatsomt#pcs.701e|afatsomt Subject: RE: RE: RE: SCP-7870-3 and 7870-2 Farida, I can't help but feel your personal connection to SCP-7870-2 is interfering with your reasoning. Do not bring up this idea again or you will be removed from its research team. Regards, Tamer Ahmad Mostafa ADDENDUM 7870.6 - INCIDENT 7870.A SCP-7870-2 CONTINUED COMMUNICATION LOG Date: 26/8/23 Remote Equipment Operator: Doctor Farida Magdy Equipment: Multi-Terrain Exploration Rover [BEGIN LOG] The rover enters SCP-7870-1. SCP-7870-2 is seen waiting for it. Magdy: Hi again! SCP-7870-2: Greetings. What is today's topic of discussion? Magdy: Oh, ah, nothing really. Just here for that regular check-up. SCP-7870-2: In that case, I am quite well. These conversations, short or long, are pleasing. Magdy: And why is that? SCP-7870-2: Have you ever spent several millenia alone? Magdy: Hehe, well, I don't know, does 23 scratch a milennia? SCP-7870-2: Getting cheeky with a goddess! We speak too much, clearly. Magdy: I'd say we don't speak enough. SCP-7870-2: Oh? And why is that? Magdy remains silent. SCP-7870-2: Something the matter..? Magdy lowers her voice. Magdy: Right, uhm… I don't know how to say this but- uh- do you remember when we sent a rover up? Y'know, just to see what was up there? SCP-7870-2: What of it? Magdy: Do you ever recall seeing it leave? SCP-7870-2 falls silent as it ponders for a moment. Magdy: It never did. SCP-7870-2: How very strange. Did it malfunction? Perhaps I shall retrieve it. Magdy: No! No, it didn't malfunction. SCP-7870-2 raises an eyebrow and drops its voice. SCP-7870-2: That was a far more emphatic response than was necessary. Dear, what is going on? Magdy: Look, I'm not supposed to be telling you this but- uhhm… SCP-7870-2 approaches the camera and leans in. Magdy: We… we found something up there. Someone. SCP-7870-2's pupils rapidly dilate. SCP-7870-2: What. Magdy: I-I don't know. No one does! Whatever it was, it destroyed the rover. But we do know one really, really important thing. Especially for you to know. Whatever it is… Magdy: It hates you. SCP-7870-2 remains frozen for several seconds. SCP-7870-2: And you decided to conceal this from me? Magdy: No, no- let me explain- SCP-7870-2: How long have you known about this? Several weeks now? Magdy: I couldn't say anything! I couldn't! They wouldn't let me! SCP-7870-2: And what has changed now? What miraculous circumstances allow you to reveal this to me only now? Magdy: I just couldn't bare to keep it from you anymore- SCP-7870-2: Oh really?! So by the great mercy of Farida Magdy I am being allowed to know this? Magdy: I- SCP-7870-2 swiftly turns away from the rover and angrily shouts in several different ancient Egyptian languages while gesturing wildly. After a minute of this, it stops and takes several deep breaths. Magdy: …Isi- SCP-7870-2: Do not speak to me. SCP-7870-2 slowly curls into a fetal position with its back to the rover. There are several more minutes of silence. Magdy: …I'm sorry. SCP-7870-2 turns to the rover after a moment. It speaks in a low voice. SCP-7870-2: …Curse these motherly tendencies of mine. SCP-7870-2 uncurls itself and stands up. It looks behind itself towards the rover. SCP-7870-2: This… transgression will not go forgotten. Magdy: …Of course. SCP-7870-2: Where did you find it? Magdy: Huh-what? SCP-7870-2: The entity. Where exactly was it? Magdy: Right above us, actually. But! SCP-7870-2 begins to ascend slowly. Magdy: Could I at least come? SCP-7870-2 stops. SCP-7870-2: …Fine. As your rover was previously destroyed by whatever we are visiting I shall lend you my power so you may protect yourself. The next several hours of footage have been omitted for the sake of brevity. Word that Magdy had informed SCP-7870-2 of the existence of SCP-7870-3 had reached higher command, however they elected to allow Magdy to continue communication with SCP-7870-2 so as to not further disturb it. The following portion of the transcript contains anomalous portions of text that have thusfar proven to be unremovable. After several hours of near silence, SCP-7870-2 and the rover arrive to an altitude of 7,000km above the entry point. Both stop in front of an extremely bright light - the assumed SCP-7870-3. SCP-7870-2: I cannot bear to bring myself forward much longer. I- THE FISH SWIM SWIFTLY DOWN THE STREAM A mass comes forward from the bright light and begins to shape itself. Slowly, it forms the head of a serpent. A great wind blows from it, causing SCP-7870-2 to brace itself and the rover to activate emergency motors to maintain its position. SCP-7870-2: REVEAL YOUR NAME! TOWARDS THE FISHERMAN'S NET The head opens its 'mouth.' The interior view of the mouth appears as deep red static noise to the rover's camera. SCP-7870-2: …ancient enemy… THEY GET TANGLED IN THE NET, UNABLE TO MOVE SCP-7870-2 stares into the mouth of SCP-7870-3. A large, dangerously loud roar eminates from within the mouth. SCP-7870-2: I know who you are. You- THE FISHERMAN TUGS ON HIS NET, PULLING THE FISH IN SCP-7870-2: -with the light of my friends. My family. My lord… SCP-7870-2 lowers its arms. SCP-7870-3 holds its mouth open. SCP-7870-2: I am Isis. SLOWLY, SURELY, THE NET RISES IN THE WATER SCP-7870-2's voice quivers. SCP-7870-2: Sorceress. Witch. Many unintelligeble whispers are heard. Their source is unknown. RISING AND RISING, SOON THE FISH REACH THE SURFACE SCP-7870-2: A villain. Prolonger- Magdy attempts to speak but finds the audio equipment inoperable. THE FISHERMAN PREPARES A BASKET FOR THE FISH, FOR IT IS A GREAT CATCH SCP-7870-2: Prolonger of suffering… AND YET AS MUCH AS THE FISHERMAN MAY TRY SCP-7870-2: Prolonger of… your suffering. AT LEAST ONE FISH ESCAPES THE NET SCP-7870-2: MEHEN! A glowing, intangible mass in the shape of a large cobra springs from SCP-7870-2 and into the mouth of SCP-7870-3. The head quickly shuts and reels at this as another loud roar sounds. The rover is knocked backwards by the air blown from SCP-7870-3's movement and loses sight of it. The footage then cuts to static as the rover loses functionality. [END LOG] ADDENDUM 7870.7 - CLOSING NOTES SCP-7870-2 CONTINUED COMMUNICATION LOG Date: 27/9/23 Remote Equipment Operator: Doctor Farida Magdy Equipment: Multi-Terrain Exploration Rover [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7870-2 is in a seated position in front of the rover. It is smiling as it looks into the camera. SCP-7870-2: It has been too long, Farida! Magdy: Gosh, it sure has, hasn't it? How have you been this past month. SCP-7870-2: Reinvigorated. Rejuvinated. As though a whole new me has been born. Where have you been? Magdy: Aah, well, telling you about 7870-3 up there got me in a lot of trouble. They wouldn't let me see you again. I take it you enjoyed Elham's company in lieu of my own? SCP-7870-2: The other one? She was nice, yes. But I have missed you! So nice to see a familiar face. Magdy: What's gotten you so… jovial? SCP-7870-2 sighs wistfully. SCP-7870-2: You see, bringing my attention to the existence of that thing above us, the thing which we do not name, it… I'm not quite sure how to say this. It gave me new purpose. I am the prolonger of suffering, of its suffering. Staring into its maw, it was tempting to walk in. I was about to, in all honesty. Yet, I realised. Better we both continue living and it continues to burn than the both of us ceasing to exist. This is my purpose in this new life of mine - prevent the collapse of the Duat and punish the Great Devourer. Magdy: I'm so happy for you! You've made a marked improvement on your outlook on life. SCP-7870-2: All because of a little researcher disobeying her orders. Magdy: Yeah… SCP-7870-2: I thank you sincerely. Because of you, I can continue living in peace now. Magdy: Are you going to stay here? In the Duat, I mean? SCP-7870-2: I… haven't considered that, to be perfectly honest. Magdy: Who knows? Maybe you could visit us some day! SCP-7870-2: It's a nice thought but… no. I am content staying here. I am a dead goddess, and the dead stay in the Duat. Magdy: But I thought- SCP-7870-2: That I had new purpose? Of course I do! Yet is it not true that my husband, Osiris, lorded over the dead while being deceased himself? That he resided here in one of the twelve regions of the Duat? If it helps you reckon with my reasoning, think of it like this. With no other living heir there is no choice but for his crown to go to me. Thus I begin my new life as Isis, protector of Egypt, mother goddess and now queen of the Duat. Magdy: I'm glad you're taking this in strides. And yeah, that sounds pretty cool. Isis, underworld queen. I like it! SCP-7870-2: I do too. So… SCP-7870-2: When are you seeing me next? Footnotes 1. This position was assumed to increase the likelihood the rover will pass into SCP-7870-1 should SCP-7870-2 attempt to close the rift mid-entry. 2. "The Great Devourer" is likely the mythical figure Apophis, a gigantic snake who's sole aim is to consume the sun god. SCP-7870-2's aversion to speaking its name is likely a habit, formed from the desire to not draw its attention to itself. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7870" by RadiantGold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7870. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Item #: SCP-7871 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7871 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber in Sector-04 of Site-42. Subject is to be provided with two (2) meals from the site cafeteria per day and a twin sized bed in its cell. SCP-7871's requests are to be reviewed by the project's head researcher, Dr. Victor Xu. Below is a list of all requests in chronological order as of June 24th, 2012. Release from containment [DENIED] Permission to wander the site [DENIED] A firearm [DENIED] A personal laptop [DENIED] Access to the internet [DENIED] Access to Foundation files [DENIED] Any violence towards Foundation personnel may be met with measures of physical force. All persons who were aware of SCP-7871's existence prior to containment shall be amnesticized and have all memories of SCP-7871 erased. Description: SCP-7871 is a 15 year old female of East Asian and European descent with the given name of Vera Evans. Prior to containment, subject was a resident of the Three Portlands and has been in touch with the anomalous world since childhood. SCP-7871's primary anomalous ability manifests when subject is being directly threatened by intelligent life bearing a projectile weapon. SCP-7871 may then be able to voluntarily interfere with the aggressor's cognitive functions and take control over the weapon of assault. SCP-7871's secondary anomalous ability is a togglable precision enhancement mechanism. When operating a projectile weapon, subject may "lock on" to a target. It is currently not possible to determine whether the cause of this effect is physical or psychological, however, this information is not necessary or of use to the Foundation. SCP-7871 has used the term “crosshair” multiple times when speaking about its secondary ability, stating that “it’s like the little cross thing in the center of your vision in an FPS game”. This has been inferred to refer to some kind of internal ocular alignment interface. Medical examinations cannot confirm this. Addendum 01: Discovery: On June 10th, 2012, SCP-7871 contacted the Foundation via its Public Communications phone number. Subject claimed to have relations with an unspecified group of interest that had communicated with the Foundation in the past, which is how it came across the Foundation's contact information, and was interested in a part-time employment as an agent. After some back and forth, SCP-7871 convinced the Communications operator to call it in for an interview. On June 14th, 2012, subject landed from its flight in San Francisco, California, and walked into Site-42. See following log: Interview Log 01: Interviewed: SCP-7871 Interviewer: Researcher Sparrows Foreword: Scheduled interview <Begin Log, 06/14/2012> Researcher Sparrows: Hello Miss Evans, you are applying for the position of field agent, am I correct? SCP-7871: Yes, that is correct. Researcher Sparrows: Alright then, let us begin. Why do you think you would be a good fit here at the Foundation? SCP-7871: I agree with the organization's morals and intentions. You all help the world so much by keeping those monstrous beasts away from the people. I want to be a part of this cause. <Researcher Sparrows subtly shakes her head.> Researcher Sparrows: Anyways, I know that you're from the Three Portlands, so how would you describe your prior involvement with anomalies? SCP-7871: As you said, I did grow up in the Portlands, and I've lived there my entire life, so I've been surrounded by the paranormal and metaphysical for as long as I can remember, and have extensive knowledge on the subject. I've also always had an interest in pataphysics, and plan to major in it if I go to Deer. Researcher Sparrows: I see. Being an agent requires much expertise in physical combat. Have you been involved in this field previously? SCP-7871: I have, in fact. My father would take me into the woods when I was young. That's where he taught me how to shoot. He did it rather well. I can't remember the last time I missed a shot. I guess it kind of comes naturally too. The crosshair just guides me to my target. Researcher Sparrows: I beg your pardon. Crosshair? <SCP-7871 does not respond.> <End Log> Closing Statement: Immediately following the events of this log, Researcher Sparrows attempted to use her cellular phone to contact site security due to suspicion of subject being anomalous. SCP-7871 responded to this action by taking a handgun out of its bag, which had previously gone unnoticed when undergoing security, and shot Sparrows in the chest, eventually resulting in fatality. Security guards from the neighboring corridor heard the commotion, and rushed into the interview room. Once on-site security arrived at the scene, they began an attempt to sedate SCP-7871 and bring it into containment. A fight then ensued between SCP-7871 and the security guards. SCP-7871 used the previously mentioned weapon in effort to immobilize the guards and escape. After approximately ten (10) minutes of combat, security successfully pinned SCP-7871 to the floor, and rendered subject unconscious with the use of sedative drugs. This event will henceforth be referred to as Event 7871. Besides Sparrows, there were two (2) other staff casualties, neither fatal, during this event. Once SCP-7871 woke up in its containment chamber, it yelled profanities directed at the Foundation towards the surveillance cameras for approximately two (2) minutes before calming down. Addendum 02: During the first two (2) days that SCP-7871 was contained at Site-42, it displayed much violence towards Foundation personnel. Despite that, the following interview was conducted due to a necessity for information. Interview Log 02: Interviewed: SCP-7871 Interviewer: Dr. Allison Rowe Foreword: Seeking information regarding SCP-7871's anomaly <Begin Log, 06/16/2012> <Dr. Rowe enters the interview room and sits down. SCP-7871 sits across the table. SCP-7871 stares intently at Dr. Rowe.> Dr. Rowe: Hello SCP-7871. I am Dr. Rowe. Toda— SCP-7871: Don't call me that. Dr. Rowe: Excuse me? SCP-7871: <Raises its voice> I said, don't call me that. So I'm just another arbitrary number to you? My name is Vera, and that's what I'd like to be called. Dr. Rowe: <Sternly> I'm sorry. It's simply Foundation policy. Your SCP classification is SCP-7871, which is what you will be referred to as from now on. SCP-7871: <Now yelling> I know that it's Foundation policy! I know, okay?! But this is cruel! I'm not an SCP! I'm a person! I deserve rights! Dr. Rowe: <Remains calm> My apologies, but you are an SCP by definition. You're anomalous, and the Foundation is containing you. Being called by your preferred name is not a right. You don't deserve anything. <SCP-7871 gives Dr. Rowe the middle finger> SCP-7871: [EXPLETIVE] you. [EXPLETIVE] the Foundation. And there I was only a couple of days ago thinking that you were the good guys. <SCP-7871 jumps across the table and throws Dr. Rowe to the floor, rendering her unconscious. It looks through Dr. Rowe’s pockets and eventually finds her key card. SCP-7871 uses this card to open the door and breach containment.> <Security guards stationed outside the interview room quickly administer SCP-7871 with calming drugs and direct it back to its containment chamber.> <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-7871 should continue to be monitored for further aggressive behavior. No interactions between SCP-7871 and Foundation staff should occur outside of delivering food. Addendum 03: During the three (3) days following Addendum 02, SCP-7871 showed less aggressive behavior towards staff. Because of this, it was deemed reasonable to conduct the following interview. Interview Log 03: Interviewed: SCP-7871 Interviewer: Researcher Quortney Adams Foreword: Seeking information regarding SCP-7871's anomaly <Begin Log, 06/19/2012> <Researcher Adams enters the interview room and sits down. SCP-7871 sits across the table.> Researcher Adams: Hello SCP-7871. I am Researcher Adams. Dr. Rowe did not want to conduct this interview. Are you feeling a bit better today? SCP-7871: You could say that. Researcher Adams: Glad to hear it. Now, I'm only going to ask one question: What is your anomaly? SCP-7871: You're telling me that you locked me up without knowing what my anomaly is? Researcher Adams: You said something in your initial interview that led us to believe that you were anomalous, and that it had something to do with firearms. After some evaluation, we were pretty sure that this was the case, but that's about all we know. Please provide more information. SCP-7871: Wow. You guys locked up a random kid because you were "pretty sure" that I was anomalous? Do you know how evil that sounds? Researcher Adams: Well you're not a "random kid". You came to us first, and we had reasonable suspicion that you were an anomaly. <SCP-7871 glares at Researcher Adams critically.> SCP-7871: <In a skeptical tone> I don’t think it was that obvious, but fair enough. <Now more approvingly> Okay, I'll be honest with you. <Data omitted for brevity> Researcher Adams: Thank you for the information. We will get back to you on this. Closing Statement: Tests will be conducted to confirm SCP-7871's anomaly. Addendum 04: The following tests were conducted on June 20th, 2012. Testing Log 01: Test 1: Test author: Dr. Xu Action: D-7825 was given a non-lethal handgun and instructed to fire at SCP-7871 five (5) times. SCP-7871 was instructed to use its primary ability to redirect D-7825’s aim and protect itself. Result: SCP-7871 successfully completed this task. D-7825 missed all five (5) shots, despite being a skilled gunman before entering Foundation custody. D-7825 claimed that he had entirely lost control of the weapon. Notes: SCP-7871's primary ability has been confirmed. Test 2: Test author: Dr. Xu Action: SCP-7871 was given a non-lethal, unscoped rifle and instructed to fire at several moving objects from twenty (20) meters away. Result: SCP-7871 successfully completed this task. All shots fired hit a target. Notes: SCP-7871's secondary ability has been confirmed. Addendum 05: Interviews 04 and 05 have been conducted for more information regarding SCP-7871's original desire for employment at the Foundation. These logs have been omitted for brevity. Full interview logs are available on request from Dr. Victor Xu. Addendum 06: Dr. Xu has organized additional experiments to uncover supplementary information regarding SCP-7871’s abilities. Testing Log 02: Test 3: Test author: Dr. Xu Action: D-7825 was given a non-lethal handgun and instructed to fire at SCP-7871 one (1) time. SCP-7871 was instructed to use its primary ability to redirect D-7825’s aim towards himself. Result: SCP-7871 successfully completed this task. D-7825 was hit with the projectile and suffered a minor injury. Following, D-7825 made the same claim as in Test 1. Test 4: Test author: Dr. Xu Action: D-7825 was given a non-lethal rifle and instructed to fire at SCP-7871 five (5) times. SCP-7871 was instructed to redirect D-7825’s aim towards several objects positioned in various areas within the testing chamber. Result: SCP-7871 nearly completed this task. Four (4) out of the five (5) shots fired hit a target. D-7825 made the same claim as in Test 1. Notes: It is concluded that SCP-7871's secondary ability does not apply when combined with its primary ability. Test 5: Test author: Dr. Rowe Action: D-7825 was given a non-lethal rifle and instructed to fire at SCP-7871 one (1) time. SCP-7871 was stood fifteen (15) meters from D-7825 facing the opposite direction and equipped with noise-canceling headphones. It was not informed when D-7825 would fire. SCP-7871 was instructed to use its primary ability to redirect D-7825’s aim and protect itself. Result: SCP-7871 failed to complete this task. It received a minor injury from the projectile. D-7825 claimed to be in complete control of the weapon during this test. Notes: Beforehand, SCP-7871 requested for this test not to be conducted due to certainty that it would fail. It was performed nonetheless. Test 6: Test author: Dr. Rowe Action: D-7825 was given a non-lethal handgun and instructed to fire at D-7791 one (1) time. SCP-7871 was stood in the same testing chamber and instructed to divert D-7825’s aim and prevent the projectile from making contact with D-7791. Result: SCP-7871 failed to complete this task. D-7791 was hit with the projectile and suffered a minor injury. Notes: “Honestly, I didn’t think that would work, but it was literally worth a shot.” - Dr. Rowe Addendum 07: The footage below was recorded of several Site-42 staff and members of SCP-7871's research team discussing the current situation. Site-42 Surveillance Footage - Employee Break Room: <Begin Log, 6/24/2012> Dr. Xu: Guys, did you read SCP-7871's testing logs? It's got some serious abilities. We could use it, somehow. I know that we're not supposed to employ anomalies anymore because of the high risk of casualties, but I just feel like this one's got some potential. I wanna hear you guys' opinions. Dr. Rowe: Victor, umm… I don't think she's gonna want to work for us. I know she's not lashing out anymore, but it's probably just so that she doesn't get her privileges revoked. There's no way she's gonna agree to that. Dr. Xu: Well, I've got an idea. We could drug it with amnestics so that it doesn’t remember what we did to it. Easy peasy. Researcher Adams: This feels really immoral. I don't think this is a good idea. Exploiting a child for her anomalous abilities? What has the Foundation become? Dr. Xu: The Foundation does unethical stuff like this all the time. This should be the least of your worries. It's all for the greater good. Researcher Adams: But a child? She's fifteen. We're just gonna put her in danger like that? Dr. Xu: Yeah. I see no problem. Researcher Adams: But isn't hiring her technically child labor? Dr. Perov: What's wrong with child labor? We are above the law after all. Researcher Adams: Shut up, Steve! Dr. Xu: Well, Quortney, he's got a point. Why not child labor? We're the Foundation. We can do whatever we want, legal or not. Researcher Adams: You are not okay. Dr. Rowe: Victor, we can't just forget that she's an anomaly. Those things can't be trusted with privileges. Dr. Xu: SCP-7871 is basically just a kid, not some big scary monster. Go get therapy, Allison. We're not letting your trust issues impact the Foundation's decisions. I'm starting to think that you can't be trusted with privileges. Dr. Rowe: Yeah. She's just a kid. What good is she gonna do for the Foundation? I did read the testing logs. Her abilities have many drawbacks. I don’t think this is worth it. Dr. Xu: It seems smart. Plus, it demonstrated some serious skill in Event 7871. Also, its anomaly isn't gonna harm the Foundation. In fact, it's probably going to help us. Researcher Adams: Another concern is the way she behaved during Event 7871, as well as in the second interview. I get that it was in self-defense, and if she didn’t fight back, we would lock her up, but working here requires one to make sacrifices. She knew that the Foundation wouldn't trust her and she would get locked up regardless after revealing her abilities, but still chose violence as the answer. That makes us trust her less. Dr. Rowe: Yes! That’s exactly why we shouldn’t hire her! The way she treated me in the second interview! So wild and disrespectful! Dr. Perov: I'd say she was just acting on impulse, and also Allison, let’s think back to how you acted when you first started here. Your level of discipline was definitely not up to Foundation standards. SCP-7871 will eventually learn. Dr. Rowe: But how do we know she won't change. People's beliefs change over time. How do we know that she'll stay loyal to the Foundation? Plus, Even if we do amnesticize her and portray the Foundation as the good guys, it's almost guaranteed that she'll turn on us after she sees all the messed up shit that we do from the perspective of an employee, no matter how much we justify it in the name of the greater good. Dr. Perov: Well, you kind of just gotta [EXPLETIVE] around and find out! This is a great opportunity for the Foundation! Dr. Xu: Shut up, Steve. Allison, that's why we don't show it the messed up shit. Its abilities are only useful against weaponary anomalies. That's what we're gonna use it for. Even if it does eventually find out about that stuff, it won't remember experiencing it firsthand, so it won't think that it's too bad. Researcher Adams: I don't even know what to say. I'm so disappointed in you. Dr. Rowe: Okay. You win. Go ahead and give her the job, but if something goes wrong because of her, don't come to me saying that I didn't warn you. Dr. Xu: Glad we agree. Imma go email Director Sherman now. <Dr. Xu exits the room.> <End Log> Addendum 08: The following email was recorded from the SCiPNET database. Update on SCP-7871's project: Date: 7/5/2012 To: ten.pics|24.smada.q#ten.pics|24.smada.q ten.pics|24.ewor.a#ten.pics|24.ewor.a ten.pics|24.namrehs.t#ten.pics|24.namrehs.t and 5 others From: ten.pics|24.ux.v#ten.pics|24.ux.v To whom it may concern, After much discussion between members of SCP-7871’s research project, SCP-7871 has been deemed a potential valuable asset. It will be administered class G amnestics, as well as certain mnestic drugs to erase the majority of its life experiences from its memory and replace them with false ones, deeming subject loyal to the Foundation. It will take on the identity of Jacklyn Parker, a newly recruited Foundation field agent, in order to contribute to the cause. Most containment procedures will be lifted, however, SCP-7871 should continue to be monitored. Thank you for your time. Sincerely, Dr. Victor Xu ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7871" by Kaywatty, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-7872 By: NDHeckfire Published on 26 Mar 2023 14:00 ▷ 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; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7872 - Non Cogito, Ergo Non Sum More by me! Item#: SCP-7872 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A An empty room. This is to show that SCP-7872 doesn't have a photograph due to his nonexistence. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: With approval from the current site director, the following message is to be broadcasted as least three times a day via Site-400's on-site PA system: This is a daily reminder to all personnel that there is no individual named Kristoffer Rosheen currently employed by the Foundation. Posters and notices are to be regularly printed and put up by personnel who do not acknowledge the existence of SCP-7872 to remind other personnel that he does not, in fact, exist. Discussions regarding the existence (or more accurately, nonexistence) of SCP-7872 are allowed to be held privately, though individuals will ultimately conclude that SCP-7872 does not exist at some point. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7872 is the designation given to Senior Researcher Kristoffer Rosheen, who does not exist. The Department of Pathological and Biohazardous Research has not acknowledged the existence of SCP-7872, and as such it is entirely impossible for SCP-7872 to be a Caucasian male of Dutch-Scottish descent, with green eyes and blond hair. Despite prolonged observation, all faint footsteps and muffled whispers reported by personnel are not caused by SCP-7872, as once again, he does not exist. While the source of these noises are still as-of-yet unexplained, it is with utmost certainty that it isn't SCP-7872's doing, as that would be illogical (because he does not exist). Further information regarding SCP-7872 is unavailable, for obvious reasons (that being his nonexistence). ADDENDUM 7872-1: Most Recent Discussion Associated with SCP-7872 Date: 03/10/2018 Personnel Present: Agent Carlos Sierra Junior Researcher David Kobolsky <Begin Log> Footage shows Agent Carlos Sierra sitting alone by himself in the breakroom, his mobile phone in hand. The door to the breakroom opens, as Junior Researcher David Kobolsky enters. He looks around briefly before speaking. Rs. Kobolsky: Oh, uhh… Agt. Sierra: (looking up) 'Sup, man. Rs. Kobolsky: Hey. (fidgets) Umm, is this the breakroom? Agt. Sierra: Yup. It's a bit desolate this time a year. Most people go to the cafeteria. Rs. Kobolsky: Ah, okay. Sorry, I'm new here. Agt. Sierra: Oh yeah? (stands up and extends his hand) The name's Carl. Anomaly Investigations. Rs. Kobolsky: (shaking Agent Sierra's hand) Dave. Memetic and Countermemetic Research. I, uhh, got retransferred here a couple of days ago. From 43. Both individuals sit down. Agt. Sierra: 43, huh? Must've really fucked up if you got yourself retransferred from a place like that. (laughs) I'm just messing with ya. You probably can turn water into weed or some shit like that, am I right? Rs. Kobolsky: (chuckles nervously) Heh, yeah… (clears throat) Hey, you look like you know your stuff. Can I, uhh, ask you a question? Agt. Sierra: Sure, man. Ask me anything. Rs. Kobolsky: Right, right. It's got something to do with a PA broadcast I heard. (sniffles) Well, twice, actually. One in the morning, and another one on the way here. It's something along the lines of: "There is no individual named… Christopher Rosheen in the Foundation"? What's, uhh, what's that about? Agt. Sierra: Ah, yeah yeah yeah. I know what you're talking about. Don't worry about it though. It's just protocol. For that one scip. Uhh… 7872, I think? I guess they haven't put up the new posters yet. Jr. Researcher Kobolsky takes out his SCiPhone and accesses the search engine. After several seconds, he begins to read out loud. Rs. Kobolsky: "…individuals will ultimately conclude that SCP-7872 does not exist." The heck? Agt. Sierra: What's up? Rs. Kobolsky: So, if I'm reading this correctly, we have to believe that this… Kristoffer Rosheen guy doesn't exist? Or we can question his existence, but eventually come to the conclusion he doesn't actually exist? Agt. Sierra: (shrugs) Pretty much. Rs. Kobolsky: But… I'm confused. The way the Description here is worded makes it seem like he exists. They even got the guy's supposed appearance. Agt. Sierra: No, I don't think it says anything about that being his appearance. (looks over Jr. Researcher Kobolsky's shoulder) Yeah, over here. "It's entirely impossible for SCP-7872 to be a Caucasian male etcetera etcetera". Rs. Kobolsky: But… I don't know. It makes it seem like whoever wrote this just wants us to believe he doesn't exist. Agt. Sierra: That's… the point…? Dude, you okay? Rs. Kobolsky: No, I'm just saying- Wait, are we reading the same thing here? (looks back at his SCiPhone) Is there a locked addendum here or something? Agt. Sierra: I doubt it. It's only Level 2 Restricted. The only people who can't access the scip are D-Classes and L-1 Janitorial staff. Rs. Kobolsky: Yeah, but… Holy shit. This… this could be an antimeme! An "antimemetic anomaly"! Right? Agt. Sierra: Read the file, man. It doesn't say anything about being antimemetic either. Rs. Kobolsky: Yeah, but that's how antimemes work, right? The fact that you don't know it's antimemetic until it's too late? Agt. Sierra: Then how would you know it's antimemetic? Rs. Kobolsky: Well, I'm, y'know… (sighs) Crap. Agt. Sierra: Exactly. Rs. Kobolsky: It just… doesn't add up. Agt. Sierra: Anomalies don't add up, man. That's why we call them anomalous. Look, I know how you feel. Really, I do. You're feeling new, and maybe out of your element. And you just wanna prove yourself, right? Rs. Kobolsky: No, not at- Agt. Sierra: C'mon, let's get something to drink at the cafeteria together. I'm sure they'll have something you Canadians like. Agent Sierra stands up and motions for Jr. Researcher Kobolsky to do the same. He hesitates for a second, before putting away his SCiPhone and standing up also. Rs. Kobolsky: A-alright. They both exit the breakroom. Footage ends. <End Log> Surveillance Log 7872/3810-WH Date: 05/10/2018 <Begin Log> Footage begins by showing an empty white hallway. At the end of the hallway are a set of double doors that lead elsewhere. One of the doors opens, and Junior Researcher David Kobolsky enters the hallway. He looks around nervously before closing the door behind him. Junior Researcher Kobolsky proceeds to slowly make his way towards the center of the hallway. A cold breeze suddenly blows past, causing Junior Researcher Kobolsky to hug himself in response. He shudders and rubs his nose several times. Rs. Kobolsky: (calling out) Kris… Kristoffer Rosheen? Doctor Kristoffer Rosheen? (sniffles) Of the Department of Pathological and… uhh, Biohazardous Research? Are… you there? There is no response. Instead, the only sounds audible are of the air conditioner at full capacity and the buzzing of fluorescent lights. Junior Researcher Kobolsky looks around nervously once again. He hugs himself even tighter. Rs. Kobolsky: Hello? (sniffles) Anyone? There is a sudden chiming noise, signalling the activation of Site-400's PA system. Junior Researcher Kobolsky, somewhat startled, looks intently in the direction of a nearby speaker. PA System: This is a daily reminder to all personnel that there is no individual named Kristoffer Rosheen currently employed by the Foundation. The chiming noise repeats, now signalling the deactivation of Site-400's PA system. Junior Researcher Kobolsky looks away from the speaker and down on the ground. He scratches the back of his head and rubs his nose, before looking directly at the surveillance camera currently recording this. He looks away and chuckles to himself. Rs. Kobolsky: What the hell am I doing? (sniffles) I look so fucking stupid right now. Another cold breeze blows past. Junior Researcher Kobolsky sniffles once again, and quickly covers his nose with the front of his elbow. He then sneezes. SCP-7872: Bless you. Rs. Kobolsky: Thanks. Junior Researcher Kobolsky takes out a piece of napkin from his coat and wipes his nose with it. He proceeds to walk away out of frame, exiting the hallway. Footage ends. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7872" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7872. Licensed under CC-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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FlyPurgatorio & scalykitty SCP-7873: Cultural Exchange Program More by FlyPurgatorio (and about Gijs): The mundanity of you and him More by scalykitty: Dr. Anderson's Failing Marriage Fly's authorpage here Is this how you want to be remembered? VIDEO LOG DATE: 2019-05-10 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.6 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. ATTENDING: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 Agent Jacob Banks, Site 873 LOCATION: Site 312 in Nieuwegein, Netherlands [BEGIN LOG] The camera turns on and focuses on the hallway of an office building. JACOB: [Speaking heavily accented Dutch] This is Agent Jacob Banks of Site 873 reporting for orientation for the International Training Exchange program. Also here is Ghus [clears throat] Van Oyster Beak of Site 312. Gijs frowns. GIJS: Gijs van Oosterbeek. [Sigh] Just call me Goose, that’s what they do at EU Command anyway. He starts walking down the hallway, and motions for Jacob to follow. GIJS: Alright, you met Harrit when you got your laptop. They’re our head of Technical Infrastructure and, technically, our intern. Jan Claessen will be in later this week to give you Field Agent training, but he’s officially retired. Just doesn’t want to let go of the Foundation entirely. Our interim Director, Anna, will visit the site at the end of the month. JACOB: You don’t have a full time director? GIJS: We’re a subsidiary of Site 583 in Antwerp. Started out as an observational outpost, staffed by me. He halts next to a locked office. It reads "Department of Anomalous Research." GIJS: That's Dr. Demir's office. You probably won’t get to meet her, she’s at Site 43 to get memetic training. Our payback for the exchange program. There's also our therapist-on-call, Sterre de Veer, but let's hope you don't need to meet her. That's everyone. JACOB: You’re a skeleton crew. GIJS: [Bitterly] We don’t need bells and whistles to do our job well. He points at a locked office with a numeric code. GIJS: That’s the anomalous item storage unit. You don’t get in there without my permission; it’s a tricky beast. They walk past a small kitchenette and two doors. GIJS: Kitchen and fridge - everything in there on Friday afternoons will be thrown out - bathrooms and prayer room. He continues to walk down the hallway, entering a small office with a spare desk. The plate on the door reads "Department of Relations and Regulations." It looks too crowded. Above the desk hangs a streamer with ‘Welcome’, and a small Dutch, South African, Turkish, Flemish and American flag are taped to the wall in a heart shape. GIJS: You can share my office. JACOB: [Pointing at the decorations] That’s cute. GIJS: Harrit did that. JACOB: What are those flags? GIJS: Dr. Demir is Turkish-Dutch, and Harrit immigrated from South Africa. Jan and Anna are Belgian - he's from the Flemish side, she's from the French side. We’re a real mishmash of culture here. JACOB: [Giving a joking salute] Glad to join the mishmash. GIJS: We don’t really have any fanfare to kick off this exchange. Got you a case, though. Added it to your queue. He points at the laptop on the spare desk JACOB: Straight to business. I like it. Jacob sits down and opens the laptop. He begins to read. [INTERRUPT] ITEM #: 7873 LEVEL 2 {$clearance-text}UnrestrictedRestrictedConfidencialSecretTop SecretCosmic Top C Secret CONTAINMENT CLASS: pending SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: none RISK CLASS: none Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Anna Dubois (Interim) Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A The ferry crossing the River Lek between Benedam and Schalleveen. SwanTran4.6 Tool enabled Hi there Jacob Banks! There is (1) new file assigned to your queue. You also have: (0) open cases. _ (1) new message from (Ayse Demir). Loading… You’ve selected the file entry module. I've prepared the default layout for a new draft. What would you like to enter first? _ Object Class Loading… _ Containment Procedures Loading… _ Description Loading… _ Other Loading… Questions? Contact Harrit Swanepoel via the SwanTran Lifeline! Addendum 7873/01 - Cont. VIDEO LOG [CONTINUED] JACOB: What's SwanTran? GIJS: An AI assistant Harrit designed to make it easier to draft documentation and collect files. They initially designed it because the SCiPScripter tool struggles to transcribe our accents. Jacob opens the tool and inspects several modules. JACOB: Pretty slick. GIJS: Kid's irreplaceable. I've been trying to get them a full-time position for two years now, but budget - He sighs. GIJS: Not relevant. The case: weird drowning. It got flagged by the AIC we’ve embedded in the video archive of the AIVD1 for anomalous memetic content. So you might as well look into it. [INTERRUPT] Addendum 7873/02 SECURITY FOOTAGE TRANSCRIPT [15:23]: The ferry docks on the Benedam side of the Lek River. Several cars get on, as well as 4 teenagers on bikes. [15:30]: The ferry leaves the dock on schedule. 4 teens are seen dropping their bikes and walking over to the railing. [15:32]: The ferry operator gets out of his cabin, presumably to make the teens pick up their bikes. Who is that familiar face in the background? SwanTran4.6: WARNING! Footage blocked due to detected memetic hazard Where do I remember him from? [15:47]: None of the 4 no, 5 teens are visible, but their bikes remain. The ferryman looks around him in confusion, then sprints to the railing and looks. [15:47]: The ferry docks on the Schalleveen side of the Lek River. No one gets off. Addendum 7873/01 - Cont. VIDEO LOG [CONTINUED] JACOB: That's… ominous. Gijs watches along over Jacob's shoulder. GIJS: Yep. Police didn't find any bodies in the water, and the kids have been missing ever since. So tell me, Field Agent Banks, what would be your first step. JACOB: I-Interview witnesses? Scout out the scene of the incident? Talk to relatives? GIJS: Good start. I'll drive. Gijs grabs his coat and motions for Jacob to follow. [END LOG] Addendum 7873/03 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2019-05-10 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.6 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. ATTENDING: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 Agent Jacob Banks, Site 873 LOCATION: Haven, Benedam [BEGIN LOG] JACOB: Agent Jacob Banks of Site 873 and Goose van Oysterbeak of Site 312, on a field mission to investigate the scene of the anomalous incident. GIJS: Do you have to do this every time? JACOB: Officially, yes. I thought you Europeans loved bureaucracy? GIJS: If I loved it, I would still be in politics. JACOB: You were a politician? GIJS: Once upon a time. Until the Foundation imploded my career and gave me this very important branch to look over as consolation. JACOB: It’s not all bad. Your coworkers seem like a fun bunch. GIJS: Sure. You want to grab lunch first? JACOB: Shouldn’t we - ? GIJS: Can’t investigate on an empty stomach. It's the least I can do to make up for getting assigned to Site 312. JACOB: Don’t worry about it. I picked 312. I knew what I was getting myself into. Gijs makes a face, but doesn’t respond. They walk down the port, to a small food truck that serves fish dishes. GIJS: Two herrings with onions and a serving of kibbeling, please. JACOB: What’s that? GIJS: Dutch delicacy. You’ll love it. They’re both handed a white plastic basket with a raw herring in it. The tail is still attached, but the head and innards have been cut away. It’s covered in diced onion. GIJS: [Smirk] Eet smakelijk.2 JACOB: You eat this raw? Gijs holds the fish by its tail and raises it above his head to take a bite. Jacob attempts to follow suit, but dry heaves at the smell. GIJS: [Smirks] Yeah, it’s a bit of a ritual. I wouldn't just give this to anyone, but you seem so willing to be part of our culture. Put it above your head, like you’re bobbing for apples in reverse. Jacob looks miserable, holding the fish above his head. He hesitates to take a bite. GIJS: I’m just messing with you. [Takes the herring] I got you the kibbeling. You’ll like the fried fish, I reckon. Jacob tries a piece of kibbeling. JACOB: It’s kinda like Fillet o’ Fish, but actually good. GIJS: You know, my friends and I always ended the school year with eating Hollandse Nieuwe.3 It was our little tradition. JACOB: So you guys rocked up to prom smelling like raw dead fish? GIJS: Prom? JACOB: Yeah, like a formal dance? Like Homecoming? GIJS: We don’t do that. Although, I think we had a graduation dance in my last year of secondary education. I didn’t go. JACOB: Why’s that? [Teasingly] Couldn’t get a date? GIJS: I had a date, but I wasn’t prepared to out him publicly. JACOB: Oh. I’m sorry. GIJS: Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault. [Shrugs] Just the way things are. And it worked out eventually. Gijs winks and holds up his wedding ring. He finishes the second herring, and starts walking down the quay.4 Jacob follows, still eating kibbeling. GIJS: So why did you sign up for the exchange program? And why Site 312? JACOB: I wanted to get out. The Foundation picked me up before I got to go abroad, so I felt like I was missing out. GIJS: And Site 312 was your tourist destination of choice? JACOB: It’s cute here! You should see the pictures they put in the site exchange file. GIJS: Must’ve been a bummer when you saw the actual site, then. JACOB: It’s not so bad. I like the smaller size. I never get to investigate like this in the States. GIJS: What you mean? JACOB: It's easy to get lost in those huge sites back home. I spent a full week at the wrong assignment before someone finally noticed. I just felt like another drone, you know? I figured it'd be nice to get away from all that. They arrive at the ferry. JACOB: I certainly never got to take point in an investigation. Here we are: out in the world, piecing things together, solving mysteries. No army of AICs and MTFs. It's like going back in time. GIJS: [Defensively] We also have an AIC. JACOB: You mean SwanTran? GIJS: Built it ourselves. JACOB: How European. Gijs buys two tickets to cross the River Lek, and the two move towards the railing seen in the security footage. There are several teenagers on bikes close to the railing. JACOB: [Inspecting the railing] Nothing weird. GIJS: What did you expect? A chalk outline? JACOB: I don’t know. Some kinda ghost handprint maybe? A note from Satan? Two teens standing close by overhear them. BOY: [In English] Are you Americans? GIJS: Just him. JACOB: [Smiles awkwardly] What gave it away? BOY: Are you with the FBI? GIRL: No idiot, the FBI doesn’t work outside America. JACOB: No, I’m a - a ghost hunter. Gijs rolls his eyes. BOY: Really?! JACOB: Yup. Me and my dad. BOY: That’s so cool. The girl looks less enthusiastic. JACOB: So, you heard any ghost stories lately? BOY: Yeah, there were these teens from my school that went overboard here. My brother said some ghost dragged them down. GIRL: Dude, that’s really insensitive. BOY: What? It’s just a story! GIJS: She’s right, you shouldn’t just say stuff like that about real tragedies. GIRL: Yeah. Like, my sister went to school with all four of them. She was really messed up by it. GIJS: They were in the same class? GIRL: Yeah, she was friends with Janneke and Katotje, and she knew Manon, Dirk and Billy as well. JACOB: Wait, say those names again. GIRL: [Hesitating] Janneke, Katotje, Manon and Dirk? JACOB: You said Billy before. Who’s Billy? BOY: [Mockingly] Maybe Billy’s a ghost! GIRL: Shut up! The ferry arrives at the other side of the river. The teens get on their bikes and cycle off, the boy screaming “I’m Billy the Ghost, I’m going to get you!” while chasing the girl. Jacob and Gijs get back on the quay. JACOB: Well, that was enlightening. GIJS: I can't believe they forgot about Billy. JACOB: Yeah, there's something anomalous happening here. The two continue walking down the quay. GIJS: I’m not old enough to be your dad. JACOB: You kinda are. Gijs glares at Jacob. JACOB: I think we should talk to the parents next. See what connected these people. GIJS: Alright, I'll set it up. You can update the file in the meantime. JACOB: You got it, pops. GIJS: [Winces] I didn’t realize it could get worse. [END LOG] ITEM #: 7873 LEVEL 2 {$clearance-text}UnrestrictedRestrictedConfidencialSecretTop SecretCosmic Top C Secret CONTAINMENT CLASS: pending SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: {$disruption-class} RISK CLASS: {$risk-class} Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Anna Dubois (Interim) Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A SwanTran: Description updated by Jacob Banks Special Containment Procedures: TBD Description: Designation Name SCP-7873-A Ferry Ghost? Billy? SCP-7873-B Janneke Vermeer SCP-7873-C Katotje van Diep SCP-7873-D Manon Dijkstra SCP-7873-E Dirk van de Waal SCP-7873 Victim Profile: TBD Addendum 7873/04 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2019-05-10 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.6 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. INTERVIEWERS: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 Agent Jacob Banks, Site 873 INTERVIEWEE: Gerard Vermeer, father of SCP-7873-B [BEGIN LOG] Several people are cycling past the car. Agent Banks turns the camera around, focusing it on him and Lead Researcher Van Oosterbeek, who is driving. JACOB: We’re going to Hoogstraat 19 in Schalleveen for the first interview with a relative of an SCP-7873 victim. This is Field Agent Banks reporting in, with Lead Researcher Van Oesterbeak of Site – GIJS: What’s your plan? JACOB: What you mean? Our cover story is journalists, right? GIJS: You think we should specify we’re ghost hunters? Or would TikTok dancer be more believable? JACOB: I can’t believe you know about TikTok. GIJS: [Smirking] Harrit shares me-mes with me. Jacob winces at the mispronunciation. GIJS: Why don't you tell this old man what the plan is? You wanted to be "out in the world, solving cases”, right? Show me how you’d do that. JACOB: Really? I – okay. Maybe something boring but important? That way the focus isn’t on the accuracy of their children’s memory, and they’re less likely to look it up afterwards. A middle-aged man with several large bags of cat food strapped to the carrier and front of the bike swerves out from a side road. Van Oosterbeek has to quickly turn to prevent a collision, and curses with illnesses at the cyclist. JACOB: Maybe we should pose as bike helmet salesmen. GIJS: That's actually stupid. JACOB: You almost hit that guy! GIJS: Emphasis on almost. He's fine, isn't he? It's a culture thing. You'll get it eventually. Jacob shakes his head. JACOB: Ferry safety? GIJS: Sure, that could work. What are you going to ask them? Agent Banks pulls out a notebook. JACOB: I actually prepared a list, based on the official Foundation interview manual. It lists about twenty base questions, and an additional – GIJS: Good. Now, which ones do you actually want answered? JACOB: A-all of them? GIJS: This isn’t a sterile lab environment, and working according to those procedures won’t get you far here. Give me three. JACOB: Topics? GIJS: Go. He holds his hand up to count in between switching gears. JACOB: I think – relationship with other victims? GIJS: Two. [Holds up two fingers] JACOB: Personality? GIJS: Three. [Holds up three fingers] JACOB: Changes in behaviour. GIJS: There you go. Sets of three are easier to remember, and now you don’t have to focus on your script during the interview. Leaves a lot more room for engaging and observing the interviewee. JACOB: You mean I am actually doing the interview? GIJS: Don’t see why not. JACOB: What if they realize I’m an American? GIJS: [Chuckles] Don’t make it more complicated than it is. You are an American. And if you’re really struggling, give me a sign and I’ll take over. They arrive at the Hoogstraat and park. Agent Banks takes the camera and pins it to his suit jacket. JACOB: What’s the sign? GIJS: I dunno. Just ask them to supersize you. JACOB: I’ll just complain about your raw fish breath. GIJS: Har har, very funny. Are you ready? Van Oosterbeek quickly takes a mint when Jacob looks away. They ring the bell of Hoogstraat 19. A tall, thinning man in his 50s opens the door and invites them in. Van Oosterbeek and Banks step into a small hallway, following Gerard Vermeer to the living room. GIJS: [In Dutch] Condolences, Mr. Vermeer. VERMEER: [In Dutch] Thank you. JACOB: [In Dutch] I know this must be a difficult time for you. VERMEER: [Pauses and frowns] Yes. [to Gijs] Is he American? Van Oosterbeek switches to English. GIJS: Yes, my colleague is part of the American office of New Amsterdam Magazine. VERMEER: Would you prefer English? JACOB: If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great. Saves time translating. They settle at the kitchen table. Mr. Vermeer has made tea and brought out some speculaas5 and oreos. JACOB: Do you mind if we record this? VERMEER: Not at all. You’re here to talk about what happened to Janneke? Gijs takes a speculaas, which he dips in his tea. JACOB: Yes. Specifically, we’re investigating ferry safety. VERMEER: She crossed that river twice a day by ferry for years. I still don’t understand how she could fall into the water. JACOB: I understand this must be difficult to talk about. The police said they were pulled down by the current, right? VERMEER: Yes. They all were. She was with her friends when it happened. They must’ve tried to pull each other out and failed. At least _ she wasn’t alone. they’re together now. JACOB: I’m sorry for your loss. What can you tell me about Janneke? What was she like? Jacob dips an oreo in his tea. VERMEER: You know, kids her age. She was just working out who she was. Trying out different clothing styles, switching favorite music. It all happens so fast around that age, doesn’t it? JACOB: How was she at school? VERMEER: She was – she found it difficult to fit in. Choose to be a loner for a while, but I think she found it hard to make friends. It was like she was looking for the right moment to open up. JACOB: She only recently made friends? VERMEER: Yes. They knew each other for a while, but they really connected during a music workshop they followed together at school. JACOB: Those were the days. I didn't really make many friends either until I started playing the trombone. GIJS: I don't think that's what he meant. VERMEER: I could show you? They follow Vermeer up the stairs to a girl’s bedroom. An American flag is pinned to the door, covering stickers of horses. The rest of the room is filled with American merchandise, including more flags, posters of famous landmarks, and a pair of cowboy boots. JACOB: She has another country’s flags in her room? GIJS: [Shrugs] Kids think that’s cool sometimes. I had a Union Jack for a while when I was a teenager. VERMEER: She recently really got into American stuff. Wanted a Stetson for her birthday, and cooked a turkey for us last November. That’s Thanksgiving, right? Gijs examines a guitar on a stand. The brand logo is covered by an American flag, but the letters 'Sy(...)mphony' are still visible. VERMEER: She'd always wanted to move to America when she got older, to "make it big in music." Felt that the Netherlands was too small for her ambitions. She wanted her music to be heard by the entire world. Jacob picks up a notebook with song lyrics in it. He flips through it as Mr. Vermeer talks, the pages visible in front of the camera. The first third of the book contains teen poetry in Dutch, but later entries are in passable English. A picture falls out, which Gijs picks up. GIJS: [Holds up photo] Is this all of them? VERMEER: That’s her band. She’d printed so many versions of that picture, to try out different artwork for her demo album. _ Katotje, Manon, Dirk, and my Janneke. Billy, Kate, Matthew, Dean, and my Jacky. Vermeer’s voice quivers. VERMEER: I was so glad she’d found a group of kids she could connect with. [Sob] I… I’m sorry. Gijs places an arm on Vermeer’s shoulder and nods. JACOB: I’m so sorry for your loss. She sounds like a wonderful kid. VERMEER: [In Dutch] I miss her. She isn’t alone anymore Vermeer turns his head to hide his tears, and steps out of the room. Gijs and Jacob follow. GIJS: Is it okay if we keep this? It would give the article more personality. Mr. Vermeer nods. JACOB: I think that’s all we need. Thank you for your time. Gijs and Jacob walk downstairs. Jacob pauses in the hallway to look at the Stetson on the coat rack, before leaving the house. They walk down the street, back to the car. JACOB: Did I do better this time? GIJS: Better? JACOB: Better than at the ferry, I mean. GIJS: You did great at the ferry. JACOB: I did? GIJS: You were quick thinking and able to connect with a 14-year-old kid. Bit unconventional, but it worked. It's why I let you take the lead here. JACOB: [Frowning] Then why did you mock the ghost hunting bit? GIJS: I was taking the piss! [Chuckles] You called me old, lijer.6 JACOB: You are old, boomer. GIJS: I'm from 1976. That's Gen X. JACOB: Alright, pops. GIJS: [Winces] Anyway. What did you notice? JACOB: He was doing fine until he went to her room. GIJS: Seems fair enough. Seeing all those reminders would trigger me, too. JACOB: Apart from that, Janneke felt she didn’t really fit in, until she went through a change in personality. GIJS: You think that could be related to the anomaly? JACOB: Well, between that and the sudden new friend group, I think it might be. It could be coincidental, though. Not enough data to link that to an anomaly at this time. The only connection are these other kids. Specifically Billy. Gijs looks at the picture a second time, before slipping it in his pocket. JACOB: Should we talk to the other kid’s parents? See if they have an idea who Billy is, and maybe why the anomaly locked onto them? GIJS: Seems like a plan. The Van Diep family lives about five minutes from here. JACOB: I’ll update the file in the car. [END LOG] ITEM #: 7873 LEVEL 2 {$clearance-text}UnrestrictedRestrictedConfidencialSecretTop SecretCosmic Top C Secret CONTAINMENT CLASS: pending SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: {$disruption-class} RISK CLASS: {$risk-class} Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Anna Dubois (Interim) Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A SwanTran: Description updated by Jacob Banks Special Containment Procedures: TBD Description: Designation Name SCP-7873-A Billy SCP-7873-B Janneke Vermeer SCP-7873-C Katotje van Diep SCP-7873-D Manon Dijkstra SCP-7873-E Dirk van de Waal SCP-7873 Victim Profile: Difficulty fitting in? Change in personality Music? America? SwanTran: transcription of interview completed. Please review for accuracy. See file 7873/004 for transcript. Addendum 7873/05 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2019-05-10 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.6 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. INTERVIEWERS: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 Agent Jacob Banks, Site 873 INTERVIEWEES: Kees Van Diep, father of SCP-7873-C Marieke Van Diep, mother of SCP-7873-C [BEGIN LOG] JACOB: This is Field Agent Jacob Banks, accompanied by Hais van Ohsterbake. We have arrived at the residence of Ktjah-tot-hey van Deep. GIJS: Kaa-tohw-tjuh, not Chakotay. This isn’t Star Trek. Katotje van Diep. JACOB: We have arrived at the residence of Katutje van Diep. GIJS: That’s… closer. But at least you’re getting better with my name. JACOB: I need to get this right! They lost their daughter, I want to be respectful. GIJS: They’ll appreciate you trying. We’re Dutch, we get it, our language sounds like a coughing fit. JACOB: Kattottche. GIJS: Alright, you want to practice? Let’s practice. [Several minutes cut for brevity] JACOB: Katotjuh. GIJS: [Chuckles] I am going to get your visa revoked if you don’t figure this out. JACOB: You know what? I just won’t say her name. GIJS: I’ll cover for you if it comes up. JACOB: European competence to the rescue once again. Where would we all be without you? Gijs takes a sharp turn into a dead-end street with modern semi-detached houses. He parks the car in front of the garage of number 7, blocking in a vintage DAF 66 with an open hood. They get out and ring the doorbell of number 6. A woman in her mid 40s opens the door and welcomes them in. Several mandala pattern tattoos peak out from under the sleeves of her black dress. In the living room, a man with shoulder-length hair and a tank-top is lighting some incense. JACOB: Thank you for meeting with us, and I’m very sorry for your loss. KEES: Thank you. JACOB: My associate and I work for the New Amsterdam Times, and we’d like to write something in memory of Ka- [clearing his throat] your daughter. Could you tell me a bit about her? What was she like? Kees looks at the display of pictures of his daughter on the living room table, positioned alongside burning incense and obsidian gemstones. KEES: Katotje was a force of nature. Passionate about cooking. She wanted to run her own restaurant when she’d grown up. Most weekends she claimed the kitchen for herself. [Chokes up] I miss the smell of her – what was that American stew she made? MARIEKE: Gumbo. She came up with a vegan version. [Squeezes his hand, then turns to Jacob] Katotje was a fighter. Would carry the world on her shoulders if she could. JACOB: I’d love to include that in the article. Could you tell me a little about that? How did she try to help? Marieke smiles wistfully as she touches the jade statue displayed on the kitchen table. It has Katotje's name inscribed on it. MARIEKE: Last year, she went to a slaughter house with a protest group. They’d made a deal with the workers: they were allowed to give water to the pigs arriving in those hot, overcrowded vans. One last moment of kindness before the slaughter. KEES: She was destroyed after that. Said they were just like Max, our dog. Never ate meat again. MARIEKE: She was always so compassionate. I was so proud of her. She holds the obsidian stone on her necklace as she tears up. KEES: It could be a bit intense at times. She’s done a lot of Extinction Rebellion protests. Schalleveen and Benedam are below sea level, we’re surrounded by levees. Once they break under the pressure of rising sea levels, our homes will flood as well. And she’ll tell that to anyone, whether they wanted to hear it or not. JACOB: She sounds so passionate. It's a tragedy that she passed so soon. KEES: She was. It often scared people off. That bothered her. [Sigh] She had so much love to give to the world, but that _ wasn’t seen through her harsh exterior. was welcomed. MARIEKE: She was getting better at it. At least I thought she was. JACOB: She found her people? MARIEKE: I thought so. There was a new boy at school, I think he was an American exchange student. Or maybe an expat’s kid? [To Kees] What was his name? GIJS: _ Billy. They almost forgot. But they're starting to remember now. MARIEKE: Yes, I think that's it. KEES: All her friends gave themselves _ an American name. a name to be heard. MARIEKE: It was silly, but they seemed to enjoy it. Gijs pulls the photograph from his pocket. He nudges Jacob before passing it to him. JACOB: Do you recognize the people in the photo? MARIEKE: I'm, I- KEES: I do. Those were Katotje's friends. JACOB: And do you remember what their American names were? KEES: That's Jacky, Matthew, Dean, and Kate of course. JACOB: Which one is Billy? Do you see Billy here? KEES: I-I’m not – I GIJS: Kate, that was your daughter’s American name? I just want to make sure we've got this written down correctly. Kees nods, though he seems a bit distant. JACOB: So, Kate. Got it. She was a fighter for a greater cause. She sounds lovely. Now you say her name. Finally she’s heard. MARIEKE: She was. She just needed something to believe in. JACOB: Thank you both very much for this. I know this is a difficult time, and I really appreciate your cooperation. Van Oosterbeek and Banks leave the house. Jacob takes his jacket off and waves it in the wind in an attempt to get the incense smell out. They get in the car and drive off. JACOB: I think our victim profile is shaping up. Both Janneke and Katotje felt they weren’t seen for who they could be. They wanted to make an impact on the world. GIJS: And they both knew Billy. Don't forget about Billy. JACOB: Oh, yeah, there's something going on with Billy for sure. It seems like everyone involved knew him. GIJS: I’ll _ look into it. try to remember. He is quiet for a moment, staring at the road ahead. GIJS: I think it’s best I skip the next interview anyway. JACOB: Why? GIJS: Important part of doing field work is knowing when you can’t trust yourself to stay objective. Kids weren’t happy with how they were perceived, right? Read up the American names again. JACOB: Jacky, Kate, Matthew and Dean? GIJS: Versus Janneke, Katotje, Manon and Dirk. JACOB: So? GIJS: Manon is a girl’s name. JACOB: [After a long pause] Oh. GIJS: On the off-chance that wasn’t handled well, I’ll sit this one out. Not great at hiding anger. I’ll do some archival research in the meantime. JACOB: I’ll give you a call when you can pick me up. They drive in silence for a while. JACOB: I’ve been wondering: how do they know I am American? GIJS: You have an accent. JACOB: But they figure it out before I start talking! What gives me away? GIJS: Honestly? JACOB: Yeah, honestly. GIJS: It’s everything. The unnaturally white teeth. The hair, the chin, the FBI dress code. The actively trying not to look at anyone passing you by. The over-apologizing for their loss. They get it the first time, don’t dwell on it! JACOB: I’m being considerate! GIJS: You know how you call us Dutch folk rude when we’re direct? You Americans are so overly polite it starts to sound fake and performative. It’s more than just the language you’ll have to learn, kiddo. JACOB: Great. [END LOG] SwanTran Lifeline chat initiated SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT] is typing a message… SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Why you calling me? JACOB: Can you pick up? Got a question SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Just ask here SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: I don’t answer phone calls JACOB: The Man might be listening in? :rofl: SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: No just also Swantran SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Don’t like hearing my voice SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Wassup? JACOB: Is Gijs alright? He seems a bit off, but I don’t know him that well.. SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: He’s a big grumpy teddybear SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: More bark than bite SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Except for real messed up stuff JACOB:… so the Goose nickname is accurate? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: lol yeah fr SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: You just gotta get used to him JACOB: Alright, just keep an eye on him, k? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: np SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT] has ended the session. ITEM #: 7873 LEVEL 2 {$clearance-text}UnrestrictedRestrictedConfidencialSecretTop SecretCosmic Top C Secret CONTAINMENT CLASS: pending SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: {$disruption-class} RISK CLASS: {$risk-class} Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Anna Dubois (Interim) Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A SwanTran: Description updated by Jacob Banks Special Containment Procedures: TBD Description: Designation Name Nickname SCP-7873-A Ferry Ghost “Billy” SCP-7873-B Janneke Vermeer “Jacky” SCP-7873-C Katotje van Diep "Kate" SCP-7873-D Manon Dijkstra "Matthew" SCP-7873-E Dirk van de Waal "Dean" SCP-7873 Victim Profile: Unhappy with how they’re perceived; Socially ‘outsider’; Change in personality; Special interest in America? (only -B and -C) SwanTran: transcription of interview completed. Please review for accuracy. See file 7873/006-A for transcript. Addendum 7873/06-B AUDIO LOG DATE: 2019-05-10 NOTE: This file was translated from Dutch to English using the SwanTran4.6 Translation and Transcription Tool. Original language file available upon request. CONTENT: Phone call between: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 Agent Jacob Banks, Site 873 SUBJECT: Interview with parents of SCP-7873-D [BEGIN LOG] Phone is answered by Gijs. JACOB: Hey. I just finished the interview. You were right about your hunch, that was uncomfortable. Ma- wait, which name do I use? I don't want to deadname, but the American name might be anomalous. GIJS: When in doubt, use the designation. JACOB: Alright. 7873-D was indeed trans. His parents mentioned Billy as well. He has to be the key to all of this. Other than that, no real big surprises. 7873-D had a hard time connecting with people, met Billy, all that jazz. Did you make any progress on 7873-A? GIJS: One moment, I’m reviewing SwanTran’s transcription of your interview. Silence for a minute. GIJS: Well done. You've made great progress. JACOB: I only apologized three times for their loss. No weird looks this time! I really feel like I’m getting the hang of this. GIJS: [In jest] I’m so proud of you. JACOB: They did mention you by name. Did you know 7873-D? GIJS: Not all queer people know each other, Jacob. Even in a country as small as this one. JACOB: I didn’t mean to - I’m so, so sorry! GIJS: It’s fine. Mm, you propose preparing a large scale amnestization protocol? JACOB: Yeah, for the parents at least. Maybe also classmates. If knowing about Billy is the trigger, we need to limit exposure. We should take a cognitohazard suppressant ourselves as well, just as a precaution. GIJS: That's usually Dr. Demir's department. I’ll check the protocols she left us. You good doing the interview with Dean’s parents on your own as well? JACOB: [Loudly] Yes! I mean, [cough] yes I think I can handle that. GIJS: Good. I'll call you. I think I _ ’m onto something with Billy. remember him now. [END LOG] SwanTran: Description updated by Gijs van Oosterbeek Designation Name Nickname Goose Goose Goose SCP-7873-B Janneke Vermeer “Jacky” SCP-7873-C Katotje van Diep "Kate" SCP-7873-D Manon Dijkstra "Matthew" SCP-7873-E Dirk van de Waal "Dean" SwanTran: additional file added. See file 7873/007 for transcript. Jacob Banks Summary of interview Just got done at Dirk’s place. Antidepressants and a whole lot of therapy. Kid went through a lot. Can you pick me up? Your phone is going to voicemail. Jacob Banks Note Did you update the file by accident? Boomer moment. Gijs van Oosterbeek Summary of life They just wanted to be seen. We all want to be seen, don’t we? Want to be remembered. We want to make a difference in this fucked up world. Not surprising, though. They’ll never take us seriously. I almost made it out. Almost. Jacob Banks Hey, what the fuck are you talking about? Gijs van Oosterbeek I'll make my mark I'll be remembered Gijs van Oosterbeek They don’t get it, but they never could get it. We don’t belong here. Everyone’s a nobody. There is a whole world out there. The Dream. We aren’t gonna stick around. We won’t be nobody. We'll make a mark on this world. Billy said it's time to make it happen. SwanTran: Description updated by Gijs van Oosterbeek Designation Name Nickname SCP-7873-A Gijs van Oosterbeek "Billy" SwanTran: Description updated by Gijs van Oosterbeek Designation Name Nickname SCP-7873-A Billy “Gijs van Oosterbeek” Gijs van Oosterbeek Billy? I want to dream again of the Land of opportunity Sea of opportunities I'll be remembered SwanTran4.6 Tool DELETING UPDATES Jacob Banks Gijs, call me right now. Gijs van Oosterbeek [BLOCKED] Jacob Banks Gijs, pick up the fucking phone. Fix you up or go into the river SwanTran4.6 Tool WARNING: COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED. LOCKING DOCUMENT Go over the cliff I'll catch you SwanTran Lifeline chat initiated SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT] is typing a message… SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Jacob you there? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Can you talk without :goose_emoji: seeing the screen? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Grumpy teddy is not just grumpy today SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Pacing down the hall, talking to himself JACOB: He still there? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Left half an hour ago. SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Asked about 'Billy' then stormed out SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: He's not with you? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: ffs I thought he was with you! JACOB: He's not answering his phone SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Fuck. Gimme sec SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Pinged it, also pinged his car. Same location SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Really fucking bad SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: He never leaves his phone, in case Daniël calls JACOB: Can you find him? Do some hackermagic? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Good thing I chipped him when I had the chance JACOB: :open_mouth: SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: /j ofc SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: kinda SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Found him. He’s in Benedam SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: Isn’t that where you are? JACOB: Where exactly? SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: One sec SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: The haven SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: No, the river Lek JACOB has ended the session. I'll catch you Addendum 7873/07 VIDEO LOG DATE: 2019-05-10 NOTE: A Dutch translation of this file is available upon request. ATTENDING: Lead Researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek, Site 312 Agent Jacob Banks, Site 873 LOCATION: Haven, Benedam [BEGIN LOG] Jacob is on foot. His body camera jostles around as he runs. JACOB: Gijs! Gijs! What the fuck are you doing? Gijs is standing on the edge of the ferry, staring over the water. Jacob gets on just as the ferry is about to leave. GIJS: [Softly] I knew you'd join us. JACOB: Gijs, fucking hell. Get away from the railing. Hell or high water GIJS: Don't you see? JACOB: See what? All I see is a grumpy bastard who - hold on! Gijs steps over the railing and turns around. He leans forward, facing the water, but doesn't let go of the railing. GIJS: They're all here. Matthew, Kate, Jacky, Dean, and Billy. We're almost complete. JACOB: Christ, Gijs. SwanTran:WARNING, cognitohazard detected. Proceed with CRV of 16 or higher. GIJS: A landsea of opportunity. JACOB: Look at me Gijs. Look at your hand. Do you see your ring? GIJS: What? JACOB: Your husband gave that to you. Do you remember that? Do you remember your wedding? Gijs pauses. JACOB: Tell me about your wedding. GIJS: [Stammering] It was raining. My mother sat in the witness box, next to Billy, who- JACOB: No. He wasn’t. Billy wasn’t there. Think hard. Do you remember Daniël? You used to eat herring after school ended in the summer. Do you remember that? GIJS: [Quietly] We served herring at the wedding. Hired a food truck from Spakenburg. JACOB: You gave me herring today. GIJS: [Chuckles] It made you gag. JACOB: You bastard. Jacob’s camera captures shadowy figures surging from the water. Gijs locks eyes with them. GIJS: You remember it now. But for how long? JACOB: What the fuck is that sound? He’ll get his chance for greatness, without you. You won’t leave your mark here. JACOB: Wait, is that Billy? Is that what he's been telling you? GIJS: It won’t matter. We don’t matter here. JACOB: You think you don’t matter here? For fuck’s sake, Gijs, are you that fucking blind? Blind to possibility. They’re all too blind to see you. JACOB: I wanted to come here. Of all the goddamn sites I could choose for this exchange, I choose this one. You know why? GIJS: Don’t patronize me. We’re cute. We’re insignificant. You don't have to be so small. JACOB: Harrit sent me here because they were worried about you. You know how much they were gushing about you when they prepared my laptop this morning? How you got them through the immigration process, how you helped them accept who they are. They look up to you! Gijs is silent, staring at the water. JACOB: And when I logged on, I got a message from Dr. Demir. She hasn’t even met me and she welcomed me to the team. Told me to keep an eye out for the grouch, and that I should count myself lucky to have you mentor me. If you really wanted to leave this place, you would've taken her spot at Site 43. Gijs gasps for air. JACOB: Agent Claessen forwarded the invite for the Vrijmibo.7 Why do you think he keeps coming back, even though he’s retired? They will forget. JACOB: I’ve been here for only one goddamn day and I have learned more about fieldwork than during my time at Site 873. You trusted me to take the lead here. You saw my strengths and allowed me to show what I can do. I’m not some faceless, nameless number in a massive crowd. I actually get to be seen here. I get to matter. Gijs pulls himself a bit closer to the railing. They always forget. JACOB: You know how Site 312 is described in the Exchange Program dossier? “A site built by its head researcher, with a tight-knit, dedicated team that stands watch over the lower lands.” You built all that. That is the mark you leave on the world. You leave it through us. Gijs finally turns his head away from the water. JACOB: I got the chance to be part of something greater, and I used that to come here. My Dream led me here. GIJS: You’re sure? JACOB: I’m proud to be a part of this. Gijs is panting. JACOB: What do you say, pops. You wanna get out of here? Gijs nods and turns around. His hands are shaking. Jacob pulls him back over the railing. They stagger when the ferry moves to the side, and sit down on the edge. A glimpse of shadow is visible on camera, crashing against the ferry like a wave. Neither Gijs nor Jacob seem to notice it. Gijs wipes his face. GIJS: Your profile didn't mention "dramatic speeches" as a talent. JACOB: I'll have to update it. [Laughing] You almost got yourself killed on my first day. Asshole. GIJS: Must be that American influence. They both laugh. Gijs takes a deep breath to calm himself. GIJS: [Shaky voice] You’re good at thinking on your feet. Identifying what the anomaly was attached to, and crafting an effective countermeasure. I knew you’d pull this off. JACOB: I meant every word I said. Gijs looks at Jacob for a moment in disbelief, then starts to tear up. He buries his face in his hands and stammers “embarrassing” in both Dutch and English several times, before being overtaken by emotion again. Jacob places an arm around Gijs’s shoulders and looks over the water until the ferry arrives on shore. There is nothing in the water. [END LOG] SwanTran4.6 Update New file uploaded to the SCP database by JACOB BANKS. Item#: 7873 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Anna Dubois (Interim) Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A The ferry crossing the River Lek between Benedam and Schalleveen. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor Dutch online spaces for references to SCP-7873-A. Affected individuals are to undergo amnestic treatment. SwanTran4.6 Tool: COGNITOHAZARD WARNING. Don’t continue reading this file if you have a CRV under 16, or are currently experiencing one of the following: * Body dysphoria or dysmorphia; * Psychological trauma or depression; * Midlife crisis. Description: SCP-7873 is a cognitohazard occuring in the Netherlands around great bodies of water. SCP-7873 affects individuals of Dutch descent with a psychological profile containing at least two of the following traits: Feeling unfulfilled or insignificant; Mental distress, including but not limited to: body dysphoria or dysmorphia, depression, psychological trauma and midlife crises; Social rejection; A fondness of America. Photo found in the room of SCP-7873-B. Individuals affected by SCP-7873 show increased interest in America and reference Billy when recalling previous life events. They express desire to 'leave their mark on the world', and mourn missing their chance to 'live the (American) Dream’. This desire will escalate and eventually draw an affected individual to a body of water, where they will drown. SCP-7873 consists of 5 known entities, 4 of which were former students at the Benedam Middelbare School voor Voortgezet Onderwijs8 in Benedam, Netherlands. SCP-7873-B to -E drowned while crossing the River Lek by ferry on the way home to Schalleveen. Their bodies were never recovered. Designation Name Nickname SCP-7873-A Unknown "Billy" SCP-7873-B Janneke Vermeer "Jacky" SCP-7873-C Katotje van Diep "Kate" SCP-7873-D Manon Dijkstra "Matthew" SCP-7873-E Dirk van de Waal "Dean" The identity of SCP-7873-A is currently unknown. Witness reports describe it as an American boy of approximately 17-years-old, with a 70s style haircut. When captured on visual media, a faint figure resembling a masculine humanoid is visible. Observing this entity while matching the psychological profile has a cognitohazardous effect on the observer. In June 2019, Agent Banks led a large scale amnestization protocol, focused on the parents, friends and classmates of SCP-7873-B to -E, to remove implanted memories of "Billy". Lead Researcher Van Oosterbeek underwent specialised anti-cognitohazardous treatment as a precaution. No new sightings of Billy have been reported since. Remember me ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7873" by FlyPurgatorio, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7873. Licensed under CC-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: Pont over de Lek bij Culemborg.jpg Author: jeroen struyk License: Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pont_over_de_Lek_bij_Culemborg_-_panoramio.jpg Filename: Lek Ferry Shadow Author: FlyPurgatorio License: Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported Source Link: tba Derivative of: Pont over de Lek bij Culemborg.jpg; Radium Hot Springs. Identifier: PC011762; Radium Hot Springs. Identifier: PC011775; Legend 1976. Additional Notes: See below for details on original pictures used. Filename: Legend 1976 Name:* Legend 1976. Page:168. Author: Lakota Local School District License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Legend_1976_-_DPLA_-_c550661551ffc1710a7ad881835dd102_(page_168).jpg Filename: Radium Hot Springs. Name:* Radium Hot Springs. Identifier: PC011762 Author: Byron Harmon License: Public Domain Source Link: https://archive.org/details/PC011762 Filename: Radium Hot Springs. Name:* Radium Hot Springs. Identifier: PC011775 Author: Byron Harmon License: Public Domain Source Link: https://archive.org/details/PC011775 Filename: 76 Almost Over Author: FlyPurgatorio License: Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported Source Link: tba Derivative of: Legend 1976. Page: 112.; Legend 1976. Page:168.; Legend 1976. Page: 116.; Legend 1976. Page: 113. Additional Notes: See below for details on original pictures used. Filename: Legend 1976 Name:* Legend 1976. Page: 112. Author: Lakota Local School District License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Legend_1976_-_DPLA_-_c550661551ffc1710a7ad881835dd102_(page_112).jpg Filename: Legend 1976 Name:* Legend 1976. Page: 116. Author: Lakota Local School District License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Legend_1976_-_DPLA_-_c550661551ffc1710a7ad881835dd102_(page_116).jpg Filename: Legend 1976 Name:* Legend 1976. Page: 113. Author: Lakota Local School District License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Legend_1976_-_DPLA_-_c550661551ffc1710a7ad881835dd102_(page_113).jpg Footnotes 1. Dutch General Intelligence and Security Service 2. Bon Appetit. 3. A fresh batch of herrings usually arriving in early June 4. Paved walkway next to the dock 5. Dutch spice shortcrust cookies similar to gingersnaps 6. Dutch curse meaning: asshole. Literal transl.: sufferer [of illness]. 7. Vrijdagmiddagborrel, Friday afternoon drinks 8. Benedam School for Secondary Education
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Edmund Davids Nothing to see here. Nothing at all. The location of a previous materialization of SCP-7874, after the resultant vehicular wreckage has been cleared. Item #: SCP-7874 Special Containment Procedures: The section of the A39 Newell Highway in NSW, Australia, connecting the towns of Dubbo and Tomingley, is to be shut down between 11:00 and 16:00 daily. Traffic is to be diverted to alternate routes. Following the cessation of SCP-7874's "active time", a sweep of the highway is to be made by containment teams to remove the remains of any civilians affected by SCP-7874. These civilians are to be listed as missing persons once the appropriate time has elapsed. The NSW Government is currently in the process of constructing a bypass to this section of the A39 Highway, which would allow SCP-7874 to be permanently prevented from causing harm to civilians. As of the current date, difficulties in the national budget have ensured that funding has not been fully secured, despite Foundation contributions. Description: SCP-7874 is a phenomenon solely affecting the aforementioned section of the A39 Highway, manifesting once a day at any location along the route between the hours of 12:00 and 15:00. The anomaly will only appear temporarily, vanishing once the appropriate time has elapsed. SCP-7874 appears as a military checkpoint, consisting of two single-story buildings on either side of the highway, accompanied by sandbag emplacements and a three-meter high metal gate across the road. Architecture appears consistent with that of Cold War-era structures. SCP-7874 is garrisoned by an inconsistent1 number of humanoid individuals, exclusively adult Caucasian males, hereafter referred to as SCP-7874-A. SCP-7874-A instances are non-anomalous in nature, aside from their association with SCP-7874. They utilize military uniforms and assault rifles that mimic Cold War-era equipment in general style, although neither correspond to any known examples. SCP-7874-A instances are to be considered highly dangerous and aggressive; confrontation is to be avoided unless absolutely necessary. Any vehicle attempting to traverse the highway during the 12:00-15:00 time bracket will inevitably encounter SCP-7874. At this point, SCP-7874-A will stop the vehicle, and ask occupants for identification. Any form of identification, including passports, driver's licenses, and military identification cards, will be accepted by SCP-7874-A. If such identification is provided immediately, SCP-7874-A will allow the vehicle to pass without impeding further. If sufficient identification is not provided immediately, SCP-7874-A will proceed to fire on the vehicle with their weapons, leading to the destruction of the vehicle and the termination of all occupants. The wreckage will then be moved to the side of the road by unknown means, and will remain after SCP-7874 dematerializes. Addendum-01: The anomaly first came to Foundation attention in 2009, following the discovery of multiple car wrecks containing deceased passengers, which were initially believed by NSW police to be a series of violent homicides. However, the extreme frequency and brutality in what was typically a peaceful region caused confusion within the law enforcement department. This was coupled with several individual complaints to NSW authorities about a military checkpoint on the same section of the highway. After the Australian Defense Force confirmed that such a checkpoint did not exist, and searches of the road failed to locate any sign of the permanent structures that were reported, the Foundation was contacted to begin investigation. Appropriate concealment efforts were made, allowing the anomaly to be disguised as a mixture of an urban legend and a practical joke. After containment was initiated, several tests were conducted to try and establish contact with SCP-7874-A in hopes of learning more about the anomaly's origin. Experiment Log: 7874/4 Subject(s): D-9192, Agent Simon Franz, Doctor Milford Cogent Foreword: Previous experiments had established the conditions which trigger SCP-7874-A hostility. All personnel were dressed in civilian clothing, equipped with concealed body cameras, and travelling in a vehicle which had been reinforced to survive small arms attack. Agent Franz was also provided with a concealed firearm. <BEGIN LOG> The log opens with D-9192 applying the brakes as the expedition approaches SCP-7874. Agent Franz and Doctor Cogent are in the rear seats of the car. Through the windows, four instances of SCP-7874-A are visible standing in front of the gate, with another two partially concealed behind the sandbag emplacements, along with what is believed to be a tripod heavy machine gun. D-9192 stops the car and lowers the window on the driver's side. An instance of SCP-7874-A approaches. Of particular note in its uniform is the grey-brown military overcoat, and the dark-green peaked cap with a seven-pointed golden star on the front. SCP-7874-A-1: Identification please, mate. D-9192: (reaching for the three ID cards which are resting on the dashboard) Uh, sure. Dr. Cogent: Alright, here we go… Dr. Cogent opens his door and steps out of the car. Another instance of SCP-7874-A points its assault rifle at him. SCP-7874-A-2: HALT!! Get back in the car!! Dr. Cogent puts his hands up. Agent Franz retrieves his concealed pistol, but keeps it out of view . Dr. Cogent: Sorry! Sorry! I just wanted to get some air and stretch my legs! SCP-7874-A-2 lowers its rifle, but retains a skeptical expression. SCP-7874-A-2: Alright. Two minutes. Dr. Cogent makes a cautious show of walking around in circles, rubbing his legs and his back. He then approaches SCP-7874-A-2. Cogent: So… how are things going, officer? SCP-7874-A-2: Can't complain. Cogent: Uh-huh. I've heard that there are a lot of people on the roads these days without ID. SCP-7874-A-2: Yeah. Some people just can't read the bloody laws. Cogent: Ever had anybody try to run the checkpoint? SCP-7874-A-2: Once, when I was down near Ballarat. Didn't make it, though. Gates like these are tougher than they look. Cogent: Ah. How long do you think you'll be here for? SCP-7874-A-2: You're asking a lot of questions, mate. A lot of dangerous questions. Cogent: Sorry. I was just interested. I'm going to be travelling around here frequently, so it would be nice to see a familiar face. SCP-7874-A-2: Well, it's none of your business. (The instance gives Dr. Cogent a prod with the end of its rifle) Now, hop back in your car. Cogent: (while complying with the instructions) Most of you chaps are not the friendliest. SCP-7874-A-2: (barks a laugh) Part of the job, mate. O.I.S. officers aren't supposed to be friendly. Cogent: Funny thing, the 'O.I.S.'. I never actually found out what those letters stood for. SCP-7874-A-2: You must never have been to one of the big cities then, or you'd have seen those massive words over the entrance to our headquarters. 'Office of Internal Security'. I'd think that'd be pretty obvious, considering what we do. Dr. Cogent climbs back into the car and shuts his door. Meanwhile, SCP-7874-A-1 has finished checking the ID cards, and returns them to D-9192. It indicates to two other instances, which pull the gate open. SCP-7874-A-1: You're all set, mate. Glory to New Holland and the Marshal. D-9192 exchanges a confused glance with both Dr. Cogent and Agent Franz. Cogent: Glory to New Holland and the Marshal, officer. SCP-7874-A-1 smiles and gives the personnel a semi-formal salute as they drive through the gate. <END LOG> Experiment Log: 7874/5 Subject(s): Agent Simon Franz, Doctor Milford Cogent Foreword: Information gathered from Experiment 4 and observation allowed convincing copies to be made of SCP-7874-A uniforms. Rank structure proved more difficult to replicate, with similarities to mundane military organisations being utilized to account for gaps in knowledge. Nevertheless, the high risk and potential for failure led the planned experiment, in which Dr. Cogent would disguise himself as a superior officer in the 'O.I.S.', to be shut down. Despite this, Dr. Cogent gave an unauthorized greenlight for the experiment to proceed. <BEGIN LOG> The log opens nearly identically to Experiment Log 4, except Agent Franz is driving the vehicle. Doctor Cogent is seated in the rear. Agent Franz: Sir, have you considered that if the same '-A' instances from last time are here now, we're as good as dead? Dr. Cogent: You can hop out of the car right now, Simon. I won't stop you. Agent Franz does not respond, instead driving the car to the checkpoint. As they approach, the three instances of SCP-7874-A salute. Franz: Looks like they fell for the star plate2. Agent Franz steps out of the car, opens Dr. Cogent's door, and mimics the SCP-7874-A instances' salute. Dr. Cogent steps out of the car and walks towards the checkpoint. An instance of SCP-7874-A approaches. SCP-7874-A-3: Sir. To what do we owe the pleasure of your presence here? Cogent: Haven't you heard, officer? Surprise inspection. I've been up and down the country, checking every outpost and checkpoint from north to south. Now, let me see the state of your buildings. Dr. Cogent heads for the closest building, while the visibly unsettled SCP-7874-A-3 follows. The interior of the building is spotlessly arranged, except for a couple of used cups and pages scattered on the desks. Dr. Cogent slowly makes his way around the room, allowing ample time for his concealed camera to record everything visible. On the wall is a map of the Australian continent, named as "New Holland"3. Above it is the portrait of a middle-aged man in a military uniform, with an imperial-style mustache. The accompanying plaque reads: "Marshal Peter Broughton". Cogent: Well… I suppose I can overlook some of the untidiness. How many officers are at this post, officer? SCP-7874-A-3: Six, including myself, sir. Cogent: Where are the others? I only saw three when we drove up. SCP-7874-A-3: They are the second watch, sir. Off duty, sir. Cogent: I see. When was your unit deployed here? SCP-7874-A-3: Two months ago, sir. If I may speak freely, sir? Cogent: Of course. SCP-7874-A-3: I do not understand the purpose of these questions, sir. Cogent: I am testing you, officer. I knew all this information already. I wanted to see how committed you were to this posting. Does that make sense? SCP-7874-A-3: Yes sir. Cogent: Good. This checkpoint is of passable quality, officer. Just so long as you focus on your assignment, there will be nothing to follow up with. Is that clear? SCP-7874-A-3: Yes sir. Dr. Cogent and SCP-7874-A-3 make their way outside. Dr. Cogent salutes the instance, before getting back into the car. Agent Franz, who has spent the last minutes making eye contact with the other SCP-7874-A instances, shuts the door. The two instances open the gate. Franz drives the car through, while the SCP-7874-A instances salute. <END LOG> For willful endangerment of Foundation assets, Doctor Cogent was reprimanded and transferred off the SCP-7874 project. Agent Franz received a similar disciplining for his part in aiding Doctor Cogent. At the request of the project director, an investigation was launched into the identity of the male in the portrait discovered during Experiment 5. Peter Broughton was revealed to be a low-ranking storage clerk in the Australian Army, and possessed several minor differences in physical appearance to the portrait of him inside SCP-7874. When interrogated, Lance-Corporal Broughton (aged 59) claimed to have no knowledge of SCP-7874, the O.I.S., or any current political entity named New Holland. A further background check revealed a previous association with right-wing authoritarian political parties that had ended several months after joining the Australian Defense Force. Lance-Corporal Peter Broughton is to be kept under Foundation surveillance for the foreseeable future. Footnotes 1. Varying between two and twenty. 2. An identification plate utilized by military forces to denote the vehicles of high-ranking officers. The plate attached to the car in the experiment log had a gold seven-pointed star on dark green. 3. A colonial-era name for Australia, discarded c.1850 in favor of the current name. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7874" by Edmund Davids, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7874. Licensed under CC-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: File:Newell Highway (Gowen County) Tooraweenah NSW looking North.png Author: D A R C 12345 License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Newell_Highway_(Gowen_County)_Tooraweenah_NSW_looking_North.png Additional Notes: No alterations of any kind were made to the image.
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Item#: 7875 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All in vitro samples of SCP-7875 are to be stored in a ULT Freezer1 in Site-92's Pathology Wing. Testing with SCP-7875 must be approved by Dir. McIntyre, with Level-3 personnel or higher supervising said testing has been suspended until further notice. In the event of a mechanical failure of said storage units, mobile Scranton Reality Anchors (SRAs) are to be deployed to ensure the containment of all in vitro samples. Any personnel found to be infected2 with SCP-7875 are to be immediately quarantined within a modified Negative Pressure Isolation Unit (NPIU)3. Under no circumstances are healthy Foundation personnel permitted close contact with SCP-7875-a instances. Any physical interactions with infected instances must be conducted via Remote-Piloted Medical Drones (RPMDs). Should an instance of SCP-7875-a expire, or otherwise attempt to breach containment, attending personnel are to immediately enact the following procedure. Protocol Asclepius Close Phase Title Description I Thermal Treatment Upon immediate cessation of life-functions, SCP-7875-a, and its subsequent containment chamber, are to be incinerated by a team of modified RPMD units. The interior of the chamber must reach temperatures of at least 800°C to ensure the destruction of all organic materials. The cremated remains of SCP-7875-a are to be collected and disposed of in accordance with the Foundation Disposal Guidelines for Biohazardous Materials II Decontamination Following the removal of the prior instance, all surfaces of the chamber are to be thoroughly coated in DIA-1494. This solution is to remain for a minimum of 15 minutes before implementation of Phase III III UV-Hume Irradiation Until the admission of a new SCP-7875-a instance, the chamber is to remain constantly UV irradiated via mobile UVC lamps. In addition to this, the retrofitted SRAs are to implement widespread genomic annihilation of the Acinetobacter genus A space-filled 3D model of the proposed quaternary structure for SCP-7875-1 Description: SCP-7875 denotes a previously unidentified, extremophilic strain of Acinetobacter baumannii. Found exclusively in Site-92's Medical Wing, SCP-7875 shares many similarities to other members of its species, primarily in regards to their nosocomial nature5 and general cellular anatomy. Where SCP-7875 differs from other strains is its expression of SCP-7875-16. A 0.97 MDa protein complex, expression of SCP-7875-1 results in the absorption of ambient Hume levels in its immediate environment. While this typically results in mild spatial distortions in non-organic environments like medical equipment, when present in living organisms, the reduction of Hume levels gradually dematerializes the host's affected tissue7. In addition to this ontokinetic manipulation, SCP-7875 has also displayed an anomalously high level of genetic plasticity. While the exact mechanism behind such plasticity is under investigation, current hypotheses link this genetic reparability to the heightened expression of RecA proteins8. It is further believed that SCP-7875-1 contributes to this anomalously rapid activity, converting excess ontokinetic energy from the absorbed Hume Fields into mechanical energy for these RecA proteins. Due to this rapid rate of genetic alteration, treatment of SCP-7875 infections have become increasingly difficult. While the onset of symptoms in those infected progresses at a rate comparable to other A. baumannii strains, SCP-7875's reparability has rendered all available anti-biotic treatments nigh-ineffective. Presently, Adaptive Phage Therapy (APT) has proven to be the only viable means of counteracting said infections. Should an SCP-7875-a instance be left untreated, or otherwise succumbs to their infection, SCP-7875 will completely dematerialize the infected subject. Upon reaching this stage, the remaining SCP-7875 colonies will proceed to restructure themselves into a biofilm, effectively laying dormant until a new subject has been infected. For details surrounding the discovery of SCP-7875, see Addenda 7875-1 through -5. Addendum 7875-1: Excerpt from Project Panacea Proposal PROJECT PANACEA Dr. E. Aldrich, Dr. R. Carvalho, Dr. Y. Hasashi Introduction Since the emergence of streptomycin resistant M. tuberculosis in the 1940's, humanity has remained in a persistent struggle against anti-microbial resistant (AMR) bacteria. Pathogens like S. aureus and the aforementioned M. tuberculosis, once thought to be treatable through the use of anti-biotics, re-emerged more potent than before. While the discoveries made during the so called "Golden Age of Anti-Biotics" kept many of these AMR bacteria at bay, human exploration and innovation could only stretch so far. This well-intentioned, but flawed effort resulted in many of the Multidrug-Resistant Pathogens (MDRPs) seen today, ravaging both public and Foundation-affiliated healthcare facilities alike. Specifically in regards to the latter, Site-47's Logistics Division has reported a staggering ███ deaths across all Foundation Sites as a direct result of such infections in 2022 alone, up 175% from 2019's toll. While this value is ultimately a culmination of various AMR bacterial infections, one pathogen in particular that has resulted in upwards of 65% of such deaths is Acinetobacter baumannii. An opportunistic, Gram-negative bacterium, A. baumannii has displayed an unnatural level of resistance to nearly all classes of available anti-biotics. While research has strongly affiliated this resistance to the expression of the RecA protein complex, efforts to effectively target this DNA repair complex have been futile. As a result, polymyxins are one of the few viable therapeutic avenues capable of halting the spread of A. baumannii infections. However, the limited supply of such anti-biotics can not nearly match the ever increasing demand, leaving many patients in dire need for new, innovative treatment options. This is in addition to the ever-increasing risk that A. baumannii will eventually develop resistance pathways to counteract polymyxin treatment. While this would almost certainly spell doom for public healthcare facilities, pathological research conducted throughout Foundation facilities has already begun exploring promising alternatives to anti-biotic treatments. One of the most notable candidates, which this proposal will further explore, is an experimental therapy whose aim is to completely eradicate the presence of foreign pathogens in a host's body. Currently dubbed "Hume Therapy", this treatment utilizes an array of modified Scranton Reality Anchors to target the genetic sequence of a pathogen, in this case, A. baumannii, and counteract its Hume signature with an opposing field. This interaction between the two fields effectively results in the erasure of the targeted pathogen from baseline reality. Materials & Methodology Genomic Hume Targeting Using early schematics of Dr. Scranton's eponymous Reality Anchors, Dr. Hasashi and her colleagues in the Department of Applied Ontokinetics were able to integrate a series of modifications into said SRA models. Such adjustments included the insertion of components like a MicroKant Scanner, and a Prokaryotic BLAST Database, amongst others which can be found in Figure 2c. By implementing these modifications, the newly dubbed Genomic Reality Anchors (GRAs) were able to effectively scan for and target genetic sequences inherently unique to the model organism in question. Much like a matter-antimatter annihilation event, this targeting would induce a counter-field to negate the natural Hume signature of the genetic sequence in question, erasing it from baseline reality. By mapping out genomic regions vital to the pathogen's survival, the erasure of these sequences would induce a widespread apoptotic event throughout these foreign bodies, while leaving the host unharmed. Model Organisms The model organisms that were used in this study were provided by Site-107's Department of Microbiology. These organisms included the following; Acinetobacter baylyi (Variants 87, 105, 149, 289, 302, and 375), Escherichia coli variant 401, and Enterococcus faecalis variant 269. All organisms were handled and grown in accordance to the Foundation Regulatory Guidelines for Microorganism Experimentation. Also provided by Site-107 were 5 Mus musculus subjects for in vivo testing. As with the previously mentioned bacteria, all Mus musculus organisms were handled and cared for in accordance to the Foundation Ethical and Regulatory Guidelines for In Vivo Experimentation. Results Objective Test Subject Result Ensure the efficacy of Hume Therapy on single bacterium species A single Petri Dish of Acinetobacter Baylyi Complete ontokinetic annihilation of all present bacterial colonies Ensure the accuracy of Hume Therapy in the presence of numerous bacterial species A multi-streaked Petri Dish consisting of A. baylyi9, E. coli, and E. faecalis Complete ontokinetic annihilation of A. baylyi. E. coli and E. faecalis colonies remained untouched. Ensure the accuracy of Hume Therapy in the presence of related bacterial species A multi-streaked Petri Dish consisting of 6 variants of A. baylyi10 Complete ontokinetic annihilation of V149, with the other 5 variant colonies remaining unharmed Observe the effects of Hume Therapy in an in vivo model Mus musculus infected with attenuated, pathogenic variant of A. baylyi Complete ontokinetic annihilation of A. baylyi. No detrimental effects observed in model organism The following figure is a summary of all pre-clinical testing done using Hume Therapy on a variety of model organisms. Testing was primarily conducted by Dr. Riccardo Carvalho, under the direct supervision of Dr. Aldrich and Dr. Hasashi Addendum 7875-2: Clinical Trial Proposal Close To: Aldrich, Ethan (gro.tenpics|e.hcirdla#gro.tenpics|e.hcirdla) From: McIntyre, Kieran (gro.tenpics|k.erytnicm#gro.tenpics|k.erytnicm) Date: 24/05/2022 Subject: Clinical Trial Proposal: PROJECT PANACEA Dr. Aldrich, I hope you've been adjusting well at Site-403. I just wanted to reach out and let you know that the Ethics Committee and I have officially reviewed your Clinical Trial Proposal, and are prepared to greenlight it. Before we do though, we have one minor concern we were hoping you could clear up first. We noticed that, under the Personnel section that you listed Dr. Carvalho as the Lead Medical Researcher for this stage of the project. While I have no doubt that he is a talented researcher given their prior track record, the significance and inherent risk behind handling such trials is no small order. Are you sure he's ready to bear the responsibility of such testing? -Dir. McIntyre To: McIntyre, Kieran (gro.tenpics|k.erytnicm#gro.tenpics|k.erytnicm) From: Aldrich, Ethan (gro.tenpics|e.hcirdla#gro.tenpics|e.hcirdla) Date: 26/05/2022 Subject: Re:Clinical Trial Proposal: PROJECT PANACEA Dir. McIntyre, Thank you so much for reaching out. Your concern over Dr. Carvalho is completely understandable, given his lack of prior exposure in such scenarios. However, I can assure you he is absolutely ready to take charge of these trials. Dr. Carvalho is as meticulous of a researcher as he is brilliant. His reliability and ingenuity in my lab is second to none, and leaves me completely comfortable putting him in charge during my absence. Plus, he won't be conducting all of this on his own, either. Dr. Hasashi will be personally supervising all GRA operations, and I already plan to check-in with him frequently for status reports on each patient. If you have any other questions, I'd be more than happy to answer them. Best, Dr. Aldrich To: Aldrich, Ethan (gro.tenpics|e.hcirdla#gro.tenpics|e.hcirdla) From: McIntyre, Kieran (gro.tenpics|k.erytnicm#gro.tenpics|k.erytnicm) Date: 05/06/2022 Subject: Re:Clinical Trial Proposal: PROJECT PANACEA Dr. Aldrich, Given the rather urgent nature of this project, I'll trust your instinct on this. I don't believe I have any other questions though, so I'll go ahead and greenlight your project. Best of luck! Dir. McIntyre Addendum 7875-3: Clinical Trials Prior to testing, Site-92's Medical Wing was screened for A. baumannii induced infections, the results of which can be observed in the following figure. Patient 053 Patient 077 Patient 035 Patient 007 Date: 26/06/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho, Dr. Yelena Hasashi Diagnosis: Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) Treatment: Genomic Hume Therapy. Results: Urinary analysis displayed negative test result. 053 experienced a full recovery approximately 36 hours post treatment. Date: 29/06/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho, Dr. Yelena Hasashi Diagnosis: Surgical Site Infection (Left Bicep) Treatment: Genomic Hume Therapy, Localized Disinfection Results: Needle biopsy of afflicted tissue came back negative. Subject's surgical site is expected to regenerate normally, with localized disinfection applied to ensure sterility. Date: 01/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho, Dr. Yelena Hasashi Diagnosis: Ventilator-Associated Pneumonia (VAP) Treatment: Genomic Hume Therapy, Oxygen Therapy, IV Fluids Results: Pulmonary needle biopsy came back negative. 035 continues to remain in a serious, but stable condition. Supplemental oxygen and IV fluids will continue to be provided until full recovery. Date: 05/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho, Dr. Yelena Hasashi Diagnosis: Surgery-Induced Sepsis Treatment: Genomic Hume Therapy. Results: See Addendum 7875-4 Addendum 7875-4: Patient Zero Timeline Despite the initial success of GHT in treating various A. baumannii borne infections, Patient-007 displayed an unusual reaction to their treatment. A timeline of their reaction can be found below, recorded by attending physician Dr. Riccardo Carvalho. 30 Minutes Post-Treatment 24 Hours Post-Treatment 72 Hours Post-Treatment 84 Hours Post-Treatment 100 Hours Post-Treatment 108 Hours Post-Treatment Date: 05/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho Observations: Patient 007 has displayed no adverse reaction to Genomic Hume Therapy. Their prior symptoms still remain, but could be linked to a lingering immune response. They will remain on a cephalosporin cocktail and fluid replacement until their vitals have stabilized. In the meanwhile, I've gone ahead and extracted a needle biopsy sample from the subject's pulmonary tissue to scan for any remaining bacterial colonies. Date: 06/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho Observations: Patient 007 appears to have returned to a stable condition, with their vitals returning to mostly normal levels. Their blood oxygen levels seem to be slightly lower than normal, consistently measuring at around 92%. Rapid testing on yesterday's biopsy sample has yielded nothing of note though, so we will proceed to long-term observations for any potential side effects. Date: 08/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho Observations: The patient's breathing has become more labored, indicative of some type of respiratory pathogen. Their breathing has also become raspy, with emitted sputum being noticeably bloodier as well. Given their prior diagnosis, their immune system could be compromised, making them more susceptible to infections like this. There's also the possibility that this was simply an uncharted comorbidity, that has been given free reign in the absence of A. baumannii. Regardless, we will focus on symptom mitigation until we can obtain new biopsy results. Date: 08/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho Observations: Despite a negative screening for any foreign bodies, the patient's condition has worsened exponentially. They appear to have gone septic once again, with numerous patches of what appear to be necrotic tissue emerging erratically throughout their body. Given the likelihood of a case of necrotizing fasciitis, I'm scheduling an immediate surgical intervention to excise all necrotic sites, followed by transfer to an intensive care unit for further observation. Date: 09/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho Observations: The patient's condition continues to rapidly decline, with the subject having entered a vegetative state. Furthermore, necrotic sites continue to spread throughout the body, despite previous emergency surgical intervention. During the debridement of the patient's forearm, we retrieved an additional incisional biopsy sample in an attempt to identify any kind of pathogen in question. However, rapid microscopy of the affected tissue proved to be inconclusive due to some kind of optical interference. Whatever the case may be, I'm afraid we're running out of time. Date: 09/07/2022 Attending: Dr. Riccardo Carvalho Observations: Patient 007 has officially expired. The subject's body is currently being transferred to Site-92's Autopsy Wing for Post-Mortem examination. While the official report has yet to be released, I did notice something unusual in my prior incisional biopsy sample. After my first round of testing proved to be inconclusive, I preserved the sample following proper storage protocol for future analysis. When I returned to check on it today though, the sample was gone. The only thing left in the container was a small film present on the bottom. Whatever it is, I'm going to run some tests on it, see what I can dig up. Addendum 7875-5: Site-92 Outbreak Close Direct Communication Log Personnel: Ethan Aldrich, MD/PhD; Senior Researcher of Pathology Riccardo Carvalho, MD; Lead Researcher of Pathology July 18th, 03:25 Carvalho: Hey Ethan, you awake? I could use your help with something. Aldrich: You know how timezones work, right? Carvalho: Sorry. We're having a bit of an issue in the Medical Wing, and I could use an extra pair of eyes on some biopsy results. Aldrich: Yeah, just give me a little bit to get moving, and I'll give you a hand. Carvalho: Thanks, I really appreciate it. July 18th, 05:37 Aldrich: So it’s a respiratory infection? Carvalho: From what we've seen, yeah. There could be other vectors of transmission too, but we just haven't seen it yet. Aldrich: I see. Well, why don't you send that data over. See what kinda magic I can work. Carvalho: Sent. Check your e-mail. Aldrich: You sure you sent the right one? Carvalho: Of course I did. My lab space may be messy, but I know how to organize my files. Aldrich: Well, you're gonna need more than an extra set of eyes, then. This microscopy's a mess. Who took these pics? Carvalho: I did. That's actually one of the better ones, believe it or not. Aldrich: Huh. Well, it seems like you've probably got a faulty 'scope. You should have Kieran request some new ones. Carvalho: He already put an order in. Until those units come in though, new imaging's a no-go. Aldrich: Alright, well, I can't really do much with these at the moment. Have you done anything else I can take a look at? Carvalho: We did run some PCRs, see if we could ID any hallmark sequences. I didn't include those in the file, though. Aldrich: Why not? Carvalho: All we got were mostly incomplete fragments, and assays that were too broad for me to draw any conclusions. Aldrich: You're certainly not making my job easy here. Carvalho: I know, I'm sorry. My diagnostic toolbox is starting to run a bit short though, and I'd rather not start shuffling through treatments trying to crack a differential. If it's too much to handle, I understand. Aldrich: No no, I can handle it. I just need some time. Carvalho: How much? Aldrich: Depends. I've got a contact at 671 who can help with the imaging, but the fragments are gonna take a bit. Carvalho: So, you want the PCR results? Even though they're shit? Aldrich: Anything's better than nothing. Who knows, maybe it'll expedite the process. Carvalho: Alright then. Got any recommendations until then? Something to at least hold it back, y'know? Aldrich: Maybe try to get Kieran to reinstate old COVID policies. Similar restrictions should apply, respiratory or otherwise. Carvalho: Sounds good. I'll leave you to it then. July 23rd, 11:25 Carvalho: Any luck so far? Aldrich: Still working on it. HIPPOC's11 still rendering those pics. Carvalho: I thought that thing was still experimental? Aldrich: HIPPOC's fully functional. They just haven't had much exposure beyond their clinical trials. Carvalho: Not sure I'd be using it, but to each their own. You know how much longer it's gonna take? Aldrich: A day? Maybe two? Look, I know you're anxious, but this sort of thing takes time. Carvalho: Oh, I'm aware. The Director's been the antsy one. He's been on me for updates pretty much hourly. Aldrich: You can invite him in here, if you want. Make your life easier instead of jumping back and forth between us. Carvalho: Sure. Just give me a second. K. McIntyre has joined the chat McIntyre: Hey Ethan. Aldrich: Long time no see. How are things? McIntyre: Stressful, but that's nothing new, I suppose. Aldrich: Well, I'm sure this outbreak of yours isn't helping. McIntyre: No kidding. How's life at 403? Aldrich: Pretty mellow, for the most part. Never in my life did I imagine I'd be working with fossils, but here I am. Carvalho: Since when did you have a paleontology degree? Aldrich: I've got experience, just not professionally. They set up a Paleopathology unit recently, and want my expertise on fossilized microbes. I guess they want to see if dinosaurs could get the sniffles, or something. McIntyre: Well, send Dir. Grant my regards. Speaking of microbes, do you have any clue what we might be dealing with here? Aldrich: Nothing substantial. I don't want to put anything out just yet until I get those images back. McIntyre: I see. Do you at least have any recommendations for some kind of therapy, then? Aldrich: I'd focus on symptom mitigation if you can, and keep following those COVID protocols. Maybe even restrict access into and around the Med Wing to essential personnel only. Can't recommend much else, though. Sorry. McIntyre: It's alright. Sorry if I'm being a bit…forward. This whole thing's just driving me up the wall. Aldrich: No, I understand. I'd probably feel the same. The second I get a positive ID, I'll let you know. McIntyre: Thanks, Ethan. I appreciate it. July 24th, 13:17 Aldrich: The results are in. Seems like you've got a particularly nasty case of MR-AB running amok. McIntyre: MR-AB? Is that like, MRSA or something? Aldrich: Multi-resistant A. baumannii, so, kinda close. Carvalho: You're certain? Aldrich: I wouldn't be reaching out if I wasn't. HIPPOC came up with a 94% match for it. The genomic fragments filled in the rest. The only uncertainty though, was the variant present. McIntyre: Is that a bad thing? Aldrich: It narrows our treatment options a bit, but there are still a couple we could try. McIntyre: I'll take whatever you've got. Aldrich: Well, there's the usual anti-biotic route. Given the circumstances, polymyxins would be your best bet here. Carvalho: That's a bit overkill, no? Aldrich: Yes, but it's one of the few groups that can cover all variants. With a strain this aggressive too, we don't wanna misfire. McIntyre: They're that bad, huh? Aldrich: They don't call it a heroic dose for nothing. Carvalho: Think of it like a Scorched Earth approach. McIntyre: Christ. Is there anything a little more… mild, we can use? Aldrich: Sure, but I don't want to take a gamble on something it could be resistant to. Or better yet, it could develop resistance too. McIntyre: Alright, well, what else do you have? Aldrich: There's the GRAs. McIntyre: You're kidding? Aldrich: I'm 100% serious. McIntyre: I get you're optimistic to use them, but it's still too early. Carvalho: In normal circumstances, it would be. But this isn't exactly "ordinary". McIntyre: Sure, but we haven't exactly mapped out any long term effects from it. Carvalho: Long term effects? It isn't mutagenic. McIntyre: You don't know that yet, which is exactly why I'm hesitant to use it. Carvalho: It's targeted ontokinetic manipulation. Any side-effects would almost certainly be immediate. McIntyre: Really? Have you thought about sub-cellular damage and the possibility of it being carcinogenic? Aldrich: Relax, it was just a suggestion. McIntyre: What about Phage Therapy? Isn't that like, made for these sorts of bacteria? Aldrich: They'd be the most effective, sure, but we'd need to fully characterize this strain before we implement them. Phages are awfully specific, and not exactly a common course of treatment. McIntyre: That's it then, huh? Is there anything else? Carvalho: Not really. Aldrich: Nothing worthwhile, beyond those two. McIntyre: Christ. Well, I'd rather start with the tried and true option first. No offense. Aldrich: None taken. Just keep me posted either way. McIntyre: Will do. Aldrich: In the meantime Ric, if you could keep running PCRs on any samples you have and send the results over, I'd greatly appreciate it. Carvalho: They'd…be incomplete though. You're sure you want them? Aldrich: I'm aware. I'm trying to test something out. Carvalho: Fair enough. I'll go ahead and get started. July 28th, 19:47 Aldrich: Any luck so far? Carvalho: Not really. For the first couple of days, the antibiotics seemed to decrease the severity pretty significantly. Now, it's practically back to pre-treatment levels. McIntyre: Not to mention this thing's broken our quarantine zone. I'm getting reports of multiple people calling out from Logistics. Carvalho: Well, they're adjacent to the Med Wing, so it's not totally unexpected. McIntyre: Sure, and Diagnostics is next to that. And the Security Hub next to that. Should I keep going? Aldrich: Well, antibiotics clearly aren't the solution right now, so it's time to move on. Carvalho: What about a cocktail? I've seen a few groups use it for resistant TB before. Aldrich: Too dangerous. The side effects alone could be lethal with the groups we'd have to use. McIntyre: More lethal than what's lurking around here? Aldrich: Put it this way; if the infection doesn't get to them first, the combo will. Plus, then we'd have the possibility of it developing pan-drug resistance. McIntyre: Phages are still a no-go? Aldrich: Do you realize how much time that takes? I'm not the miracle worker you think I am. McIntyre: Guess that leaves me with no other choice then, right? Carvalho: Unless you've got any better ideas, I'd say the GRAs are our best bet now. McIntyre: For the record, if this were any less severe, I wouldn't be so keen on using these. Aldrich: Understandable. I'll keep working on mapping out this variant, see if I can find any exploitable vulnerabilities. Who knows, maybe we can loop back to a different group of anti-biotics if I find something promising. Carvalho: You need me to keep running samples for that, Ethan? Aldrich: For now, no. There's still some files I haven't gotten to yet, so you can hold off with them. Carvalho: Sounds good. August 3rd, 19:47 Carvalho: Ethan, we've got a problem. Aldrich: What is it now? Carvalho: I don't know what it is exactly, but the GRAs aren't working. Aldrich: Like, mechanically? Carvalho: Maybe? I mean, we've run patients through it multiple times, but it seems to be making them worse. Aldrich: Are you…sure you're using them right? Carvalho: I mean, Hasashi's been running them, so I'm pretty positive she'd pick up if something in it was wrong. McIntyre: God damnit, I told you two this wasn't a good idea. Aldrich: Let me talk with her, see if we can do some troubleshooting. McIntyre: You can do that, but I'm afraid we're stretching our resources thin here. Is there anything else we can try in the meantime? Aldrich: Treatment wise? No. Not now, at least. You need to refocus your efforts on containment. McIntyre: I mean, what else do you want me to do? I've pulled out everything. Curfews, restricted spaces, sanitation stations, the whole nine. What else can I do? Aldrich: You know what you've gotta do. Snuff the source before it spreads. McIntyre: Jesus Ethan, we're talking about peoples' lives here. I can't just sign their death warrants like that. Aldrich: You'll be signing a lot more if you don't. Look, I know it's not favorable, but right now, there's no other choice. McIntyre: Not favorable?! There's nothing favorable about any of this! There's always another choice. Aldrich: Not within our capacity, there isn't. Realistically, this is your only option. McIntyre: You think High Command's gonna be keen on me just wiping out a majority of my staff? Aldrich: I'm sure they'd still rather have a Site than a graveyard. It's not optimal, but they'll understand. McIntyre: And what about their colleagues? Their families? Do you think they'll understand? Aldrich: You're acting like they're not my friends either. This is what we signed up for, Kieran. We all came here knowing full well the risks of a job like this. McIntyre: Easy to say when you're not on the other side of that decision. Aldrich: I know. But if saving the lives of others meant sacrificing my own, I wouldn't hesitate. Carvalho: I hate to say it… but Ethan's right. The more time we spend throwing shit at it, the further it spreads. McIntyre: I… need to think about all this. September 14th, 11:13 Aldrich: Hey, how're things over there? I know we didn't exactly leave things on the right note, but I wanted to check in anyway. McIntyre: Not great, but we're surviving. Site's still under curfew, but cases have been declining, so that's a plus. Aldrich: Well that's a relief. I know this wasn't your preferred option, but you did the right thing. McIntyre: Sure doesn't feel like it. I failed them, Ethan. Aldrich: What do you mean? McIntyre: I swore an oath to run this site not only in the best interests of the Foundation, but of the people here too. Aldrich: And you did. You made the best possible choice in a time of crisis, Kieran. McIntyre: Did I really, though? The more death releases I sign off, the less I'm willing to believe it. Aldrich: Even if we caught it as early as possible, it was never going to be perfect. That's the unfortunate reality you're going to have to accept. McIntyre: I don't think I ever can. I'll move forward, but it's just something that's going to haunt me until the end of days. Aldrich: Try not to let it cloud your future. The Site's gonna need your leadership in recovering from this shitstorm. If you need someone to confide in, my door's always open. McIntyre: I appreciate it, Ethan. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/7875 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/7875 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Access File? Granted Audio Log Personnel: Kieran McIntyre, PhD; Director of Site-92 ██████ Adebayo, PhD; Regional Director McIntyre: What kind of damage are we looking at? Adebayo: 417 and 509 are both a hot mess, to put it lightly. Toivonen's already considering the nuclear option. McIntyre: I get using whatever means necessary, but obliteration is a bit of an overstep, no? Adebayo: I don't think you're grasping the severity of the situation, Kieran. The personnel aren't the only carriers. McIntyre: What do you mean? Adebayo: Apparently… some Type Greens have been among the interred at 509. McIntyre: (sighs) Shit. Is it just them, or are others susceptible too? Adebayo: Hard to say, but I'd imagine any organic ones would be more than vulnerable. The Greens in particular seem to have a nasty weak spot for it, though. McIntyre: We never saw that here, but it never really got the chance to spread to our Containment Wing. Adebayo: Well, that’s the sort of risk you take when you re-home field units from other sites. McIntyre: You’re saying this is my fault now? Do you even comprehend what I had to sacrifice to contain this fucking nightmare?! Don’t you dare put that burden on my shoulders! Adebayo: Watch your tone, McIntyre. This debacle has already run my patience thin, I don't need you adding to it. McIntyre: (sighs) Well, aside from the warheads, what else are you considering? Adebayo: That's something I was hoping you could help me with. 417 and 509 aren’t exactly built for personnel curfews. Their work requires a more constant, hands-on approach. McIntyre: Hmm, well, I personally can’t help you with this, but a couple of my staff have been working on a containment protocol for this thing. Something about repurposing isolation units and Hume mitigation. Adebayo: Do you think it could work here? McIntyre: Maybe? They said this was for smaller scale outbreaks, but they might be able to broaden it for large scale operations. I can get them in contact with you, if you’d like. Adebayo: Please do. I’d appreciate it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7875" by DrRevan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7875. Licensed under CC-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: [1q3s EBI.jpg|PDB_1q3s_EBI] Name: PDB 1q3s EBI Author: Jawahar Swaminathan License: Public Domain **Source Link:*https://www.ebi.ac.uk/pdbe/entry/pdb/1q3s Footnotes 1. A temperature-controlled storage unit used to keep samples at temperatures ranging from −40 to −80 °C 2. Henceforth designated SCP-7875-a 3. These units have been notably retrofitted with 2 SRA units to negate the effects of SCP-7875-1 4. A solution consisting primarily of Hydrogen Peroxide, Peracetic acid, and trace levels of various antimicrobial agents 5. Medical facility derived infections 6. Previously dubbed Hume Absorbent Chaperonin Complex 1 (HACC1) 7. In a manner visually akin to necrotizing fasciitis 8. Primarily responsible for DNA repair and recombination in numerous bacterial species, usually in response to various external stressors 9. The intended target of this experiment 10. V149 was the targeted variant of this experiment 11. An .AIC created by Dr. Xenia Galanis, primarily used to clarify microscopy imaging
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